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Hood of the Dog

Hunter T.S. Fishery

During the early hours of dawn, a man with a trenchcoat walked out of the door to his flat and walked along the snowy sidewalk onto work. His name was Thomas and he worked at the law firm right down by the corner of the street of the city that he inhabited. As he walked he could see various strange people walking around. Some were due to the dress code that they wore on such as short, shredded shorts and inappropriate tshirts. Somewhere due to the lack of manners, such as poor hygine and bumping into other people with out warining or regards to the person who they bumped into.

But the most peculiar of all was their skin, or fur. Most of them where furry, with peculiar jaw structure and hands. In specifics, these people, if all of them, were not human. In fact, most of them looked just like the anthropomorphic animals that you and I've seen within fairy tales or fantasy stories. Except with no magical or extraordinary asthetic. Most of them were just like you and I, trying to walk to whre ever they were going, probably to a job that either you or someone you know had. Except that someone you know was probably a goat.

So along he went, passing by the people that, if you or I were around would probably look at in the most queer expressions, as he walked down over to his office. As he walked down, he noticed most of the people that he glanced at were giving him strange peculiar looks. Of course, this is not strange. Many people that we've seen that we've glance gives us the same look from time to time. This was not an extraordinary rudeness or gesture. It was just the common look.

Finally, he came up to the two revolving doors, both with the words Q&R in a very styleized look painted in a gold color. He walked into the long hallway that was the loby and near by the elevators. He pushed the button as he waited to the elevator to arrive. Just as he hoped, it arrived soon. Thank God he finally thought as he walked onto the elevator. He wasn't very fond of standing around within that crowd. Not that it was due to some bigot thoughts or elitsm. He just never thought it would be great to stand next to people, talking about things that don't concern you, but you have to listen cause there's no where to go.

Thankfully the elevator was empty today. Not the usually rudy crowd was here today. He was able to think about his own thoughts for once. Finally, he got to his floor: Floor 18. As he walked to his desk, he still noticed the same looks that he gotten from the other people. They even began whispering in each other's ear. This was because Thomas' features were more peculiar than the reknown doctor within the children's hospital that just so happened to be a Velociraptor.

Thomas did not have feather, or fur, or even scales for that matter. From his head to his hands, He was covered with leather. He wore a leather hood within the shape of a dog and wore leather gloves. Now even though we are talking about birds and frogs that could talk and walk, there were still a certain number of taboos that these people had that most society of today has. One of the most common was the BDSM culture. Now, here Thomas was, wearing a trademark within the community, walking in, not into some deep chasm of a sex dungeon, but rather a normal work office. Still he silently walked towards to his desk and began working.

"Um...excuse me?" said a voice within the distant. Thomas looked around until he saw some goat woman, wearing a usual, plain work outfit with a skirt and heels in front of his desk. "The boss wants to see you. He wants to talk about your... 'Dress code'." Said the lady not being rude by referring to his hood. Thomas nodded as he got up from the chair and walked to the office room that was Mr. Pilkington.

Mr. Pilkington was rather a large bear, and not just in size. Like his father, Mr. Pilkington was an entrepreneur, ready to make a business and earn cash. His ideas were big, his goals, were big. His greed was big as well as his stature for conformity. Of course Thomas' way of dressing was a clash towards Mr. Pilkington's ideals and for a while, Mr. Pilkington had decided to let that slide for a while. After all, he wasn't harming anyone and it surely wasn't used as a rude gesture towards the other co-workers. But through time and complaints he realized that he had to chat to Mr. Thomas for the sake of his business and co-workers. Meaning he.

Thomas walked through the grey hallway again, while usually not a problem to Thomas, this time it was sickening. Thomas probably already knew the decision that Mr. Pilkington had already made and was not sure of whether taking all of his time and energy just to sit down with the already intolerable man or just leave. He decided to stay. After all, maybe it wasn't the end for him. Maybe he was just thinking about the stupid after thoughts of what if. As he walked into the office, all he could smell was the puff of smoke coming from the cigar the bear was smoking on. It was so bad, he almost couldn't breathe. He looked around the office to figure out the outside of the bear. The room was mostly green with yellow stripes, the desk was cut out of some fancy wood, there was a shelf of various awards and trophies, and behind the office were two large window walls.

"So, Thomas, I think you know why you're here." Said the bear as he puffed out another breath of smoke. Thomas just nodded. "Why yes. Something about my dress code?" Mr. Pilkington just chuckled as he put out his cigar. "I'm mean look at you! What with you're hood? You think I'm holding some kind of kink club? What makes you think that you can wear that fucking thing and get away with that shit?" Thomas clenched the arms of the chair as he placed his hands over his hood. "Oh, you mean this?" Mr. Pilkington raised an eyebrow. " This? This? What do you think I'm talking about?" Thomas looked around, as if he was trying to find an answer somewhere. "Well...this is just for my condition." Mr. Pilkington was getting impatient and Thomas knew. "What kind of condition?" "Well, you see sir, I got into a pretty bad accident and-" The bear cut him off. "Well if it's a pretty bad condition...I guess you wouldn't mind me checking it, would you?" Thomas was now panicking. Somewhere deep in his mind he knew he should've left. "No! Please! Don't let me do this!" said Thomas clenching his hood as if it was going to be torn away from him. "Aright then." Replied Mr. Pilkington. "If you won't show me, then I guess you have no right to wear it which means that I can fire you as of right now." Thomas got off of his chair and bowed over his knees. "Please! I swear I'll do anything! Anything you want! Just please don't fire me!"

Mr. Pilkington lit another cigar and smirked. "Anything you say?" Thomas nodded. "Alright. I'll give you an offer that I give no one." Mr. Pilkington got off of his chair and went to the door looking around and closing the door, locking it. He then lowered the blinds from both his desk and his windows. As he finished he got towards Thomas before he started to unzip his pants. As his started to open his fly, his shaft came out. It was as big and thick as most bears usually go. Thomas soon felt something come out from his stomach almost reaching his mouth. Unable to hold it, Thomas tried to find the nearest trashcan and vomited in it in disgust. The bear's face turned from smug to sneer as he grabbed the collar of Thomas and threw him out of the room. "Don't you dare come back again, you hear!" belted out Mr. Pilkington before slamming the door.

Thomas was almost on the verge of tears. He tried to grab all of his stuff that mattered from his desk and went to the elevator. He couldn't believe what had happened today. First being fired, then being seduced by that ass of a boss. He walked with his personal belongings as he walked back up from the office place to the flat.

As he tried to grab the door, trying to free his hand from the items that he just grabbed back at his office, a Bald Eagle opened the door. His name was Henry, and he was the owner of the place that Thomas lived. If there was one unusual thing about Henry, is that he loved stuffed, taxidermy birds. Many people considered him crazy because, as due to him being of the same species, but he ignored the comments, saying that those who criticized him were being arrogant (or ignorant) people. "Besides, they're feral birds. I am not. Therefore my love for them shouldn't be seen as something as unusual." However, birds of a feather did flock together.

He was wearing his undershirt today with kaki shorts. Looks like he was not prepared for today. "So, I see you be bring a ton of stuff. What's with all the boxes?" Again, Thomas felt sickly. "Oh this, this is nothing. Just decided to get some stuff from somewhere-" "I know when someone's fibbing with me and you sure as hell no Houdini in Fibbing." Said Henry as he cut off Thomas. "Lemme guess, you lost your job?" Thomas looked down before nodding in shame. "Ha! Figures you would get the boot. I told you, you wouldn't be able to hold a decent job like that without losing this." Henry traced his claw across the hood. "Please don't do that! You know how I hate when people do that!" shouted Thomas. Henry shrugged "Hey, not my place to decide on what you wear and what you don't wear." Henry started to lean closer to Thomas. "However, you know what is?" Thomas leaned away from Henry. "What?" asked Thomas. "The time you have before I kick you out." Thomas looked in fear. "Wait. What?" "You heard me, you got about three weeks to find a job before I kick you out." Thomas was in shock. Three weeks. Three weeks?!?! That not enough time to find out a single job, let alone back ups incase he got unapproved. And that was not even the last job he got fired from!

He thought of others places that he could apply to before remembering one. Then his stomach, which was already a knot tightened. He walked into the apartment house, bumping into Henry before heading upstairs and into his room. Both the lobby and the stairway were decorated in an old fashion hotel, with some of the paint removed and the stuffed birds being perched all across the wall. Thomas' room however, was a different story. First, the color and durability of the wall. Where the walls of the Apartment complex were a sickly yellowish green with decayed paint marks, Thomas' room was covered in white. As in pure white. As in a white so pure, it could drive the sanest of people mad. Another peculiar thing was the way the room was made. There were no traces of mess or age. Everything was neatly and perfectly organized. And that what struck him the most. Perfection.

He was always a perfectionist, making things in order and making sure everything goes according to plan. He always pride in his perfection. And it was his pride that he would be needing to get rid of, if he wanted the house that he was going to be removed shortly.

Thing is, The only place that Thomas knew that he could get in with 100% guaranteed job, was at a bar downtown called "The Marquis". If your history hadn't figured out already, it was a locally known S&M club, hosting thousand of patrons who thrived into the scene. A scene that, though he had been asked several times whether or not he's been, he was not into. See, it was something of low status to be one of those 'play things' that they usually referred to and Thomas was not one of those. He was a pure, polite, gentleman, with pride within himself and his work. If only he had work. It was this schism that drove him apart. Maybe it's not as bad as they say. I mean, Society has it's few shares of labeling things dangerous and risqué that were usually the opposite. Maybe I'll just wait on a few tables. Be a busboy. That way I don't have to on the 'sexual deviancy' going on within the wall of that god-forsaken place.

He decided that, today was not a good day for decisions and fell onto the bed daydreaming about what had happened. Daydreaming became a nap and a nap became into a deep sleep for which Thomas dreamed. Within a dream he could see a young canine of some type, within a grassy meadow fields on a picnic with his father and mother. They're eating sandwiches and laying on the blankets that mother put on when mother asks, "Son, I know we've done a lot for you and I want to ask is this:" The canine looks up to his mother and smiles "Sure go on ahead mother, you don't have to worry about me. I accept you, because you're my mommy and daddy!" The canine hugs his mother. "Good cause we've been waiting for this." Says the mother as she holds onto the boy by the muzzle. The boy begins to panic, squirming as he tries to get away from his mother's grasp as he is flipped over to where he can see his father. His father dives his hand into the picnic basket and comes back with, not food, but a scalpel. The boy screams as the father gets closer. "Don't worry son, it's for the best. We'll make you perfect." Inch by inch the scalpel gets closer to the jaw of the son, almost grazing the fur. The boy's heart is beating fast as he knows what will come next.

Thomas was woken up. Sweat came from his pores even more, know that the leather hood is still with him. He checks his alarm to see what time is it. It is midnight. At least he didn't sleep over a day. As he got out of bed and neatly made it, he walked onto the living and looked right at the calendar. The calendar, monochrome and not crooked, was listed on a usual day within July. He got out a marker and check marked one of the days within the calendar. It was then that he decided that he should try a shot at the "Marquis". However much he had pride within himself, a job was a job, and it would be better to have a low one than to have none. He walked with his trench coat, neatly ironed and not a single wrinkle or fur on and walked on out of the door, only to find Henry carrying a stuffed owl as he carried through the steps, climbing towards the top.

"Oh! Thomas, I've been looking for you!" yelled out Henry. As he got to the top, he walked on over to Thomas and handed him the stuffed owl. "I accidentally got one of the same stuff birds that they gave me a week ago. I have no room for the owl shelf anymore and I decided to give it to you." Thomas looked at him and raised his head. "Really? The one that's about to leave in three weeks and you decided to give him a gift of appreciation. Are you mocking me?" Henry rolled his eyes "Alright, so everyone who I tried to give the owl has rejected it, but-" "With good reason!" replied Thomas. "Why would anyone on Earth, other than yourself, would enjoy collecting dead things that look right back at them. I'm mean look at this thing, it looks right in your very soul with anger and misery." He turned the owl's head to Henry. It's wide eyes did give it a almost uncanny feel to itself. "Besides, it just throws everything off." "Everything?" asked Henry. "What's everything?" "The room. The natural order. Balance. Everything is already in it's right place, why should I have a place for it." Thomas tried to hand it over to Henry as Henry pushed it away from him. "Listen, I just want it to-" "NO!" Thomas finally screamed in rage. He huffed and puffed as he looked back at Henry, who was at this point shield himself from the invisible threat. Or visible. Thomas was not sure.

"Listen, Henry, I'm sorry for yelling at you. You just got to understand that it just can't be that way." Henry was still recovering from the shock. "Look, I'm going to head out and find a job, you just keep looking for someone who can put that in their room or wants it. I'll see you later." Henry kept blinking as Thomas walked past him. He then turned back as Thomas was climbing down the stairs. "So, I'm guessing you don't want this?" asked Henry, waiting for a reply, Henry looked back at Owl that he was holding right now. "Whelp! Guess that you're mine for the time being. Hope you enjoy the hawks. I myself don't really like them as much. Unappreciative little basterds, but I hope you have a good time with them."

Thomas was walking down the sidewalk. It took him a few minutes to find it, but when he got there, panic strike. Bikers were everywhere, as well as different bears. The bar looked less like a city bar and more like an abandoned shack. He saw the almost faded out sign. He took a deep breath and walked into the bar, hoping he would not regret what he had done.

As he walked along the black corridor that twisted and twined before he entered the main area. He sighed in relief that it was not crowded, or that the there wasn't a mish mash or people dancing on the floor. He just hoped that he could get this over with. As he dashed over to the bartender, he looked for an empty spot within the bar. There was a continuity of empty seats and filled seats. 1 seat was empty the other one was full. Thomas decided to fulfill the chain of continuity and sat on the near end, giving a space between him and a rather peculiar looking dog. He waited, until the bartender came to his aid.

"Hello, welcome to 'Marquis', what would you like to day?" asked the bartender who happened to be a bull. "Oh, I'm not looking for anything particular to drink, I was wondering however if I may ask if you were hiring?" The bull blinked for a few moments and then belted out a huge laugh. "Me? No. However," said the bull as he pointed two fingers into the right direction. "My boss has been looking for a couple of people to work. By the looks of it, you'll probably fit right in." The bull then smirked as if giving him a comment, whether vulgar or a compliment, on the hood. Thomas looked shooken up, like he was about to lash back, but nodded his head and decided to drop it. After all, it would be very impolite if he was to attack this bull, which had no clue who he was talking to. "Thanks for your help Mr-" "David. Call me David. Everyone calls me that." Replied David.

David was a very curious fellow, for no one knew really about David. The only two things that any really knew about David were two things: his very boastful attitude and his horrible apartment. It was strange that these two completely opposites were the very characteristics that made up this person, but however peculiar it seemed, that was just how the way it was. David was a clear top and was very proud of that fact. He was always either boasting or just came off as very rude. However, from his top personality, his humble abode was very much within ruins. Everything was on the floor and even things that shouldn't be dirty was in a state of disarray. He said that he was waiting for the perfect slave or boy, but there was a hint of despair or fear, when someone would ask about his place. Thomas walked out of the seat and walked sideways away from the dance floor as if he was hugging the wall. He caught a few glances from other, which made him move faster.

He walked through the office door only to find a bear with a leather harness tugging on his muscle parts, a ball gag in his mouth, and handcuffs on his hands. He almost jumped to the roof in shock before he took a good look at the bear and then anxiety kicked off. He would've never guess, not before, not now, and not ever, that Mr. Pilkington, a man whose very greed and lust screamed of the archetype of the corporate man, would be into this scene. He studied closer and saw a leash attached to the neck with a collar. He followed the leash to a high-end chair that would put a bond villain to shame.

"Um...excuse me?" stuttered Thomas as he walked closer to the desk. As the desk turned around he someone who was at the complete opposite of Mr. Pilkington. First off, while Mr. Pilkington was almost an example of a man's man, the one sitting was a very feminine character, with a slimmer body, longer snout and tail, with his body covered in a mesh shirt and black baggy cargo pants. Secondly, he was a fox. Or known in this world, a total slut whose asshole is nothing more than a mere cosmic dimension.

He pressed his elbow on the desk and leaned forward in Thomas' direction. "Let me guess you're here for the job?" asked the fox. Thomas had a moment of shock before realizing that the fox probably got the hint when he was in an office for apparently no reason. "Why yes. How did you know?" The fox chucked. "Well, I have my own special way of knowing things." Thomas turned his head side ways. "Hmmm, Do tell." The fox giggled as if he was in on a joke that Thomas didn't know. "The clippings." Thomas' playful curiosity suddenly turned into a true questioning of the fox's antics. "What clippings?" Soon the giggle turned into a full on belch of a laughter. "What clippings? What other clippings would I be talking about darling?" The fox then pointed to the newspaper clippings that were against the wall.

"You see, I heard the word about you coming into my office in my dreams. Then, I find these words in some sort of headline and rearrange them until they make sense." It was know Thomas' turn to laugh at the ridiculous ness of it. "Come on. Are you really serious?" Asked Thomas. "Sure, I'm serious. That's how I got my Teddy Bear to be my Teddy Bear." Thomas now question if the bear was really enjoying this or if he was just really superstitious. "Well, now that that we have that settled, what would you need me to do?" The fox thought about it for the moment. He then shrugged, "Eh, do what ever is needed of you. Whether cleaning tables, serving people, Etc. Sounds like an easy job for a pup like you." Thomas looked at him strangely before realizing he was talking about his hood. "Oh! Well, this isn't really for any play at all. You see, I have some kind of rare condition." The fox rolled his eyes again. "Yeah, yeah. Say what you will, just comeback tomorrow before the bar opens and we'll assign you to your first task for the day." Thomas was a little bit agitated at the comment the fox just said, believing that Thomas would do such a thing on his own and not due to necessity.

Thomas turned away from the fox and headed out towards the door. Before he could he reach the door, he heard the fox say "Oh by the way, two things." Thomas turned his head over towards the fox. "First, you will only refer to me as 'sir' and 'sir' only." Thomas nodded. "Second, I suggest you go over to David and talk to him for a while. He'll be looking over you while you do this job and will teach you about this place and it's rules. Consider him as your 'daddy', if you will." The fox said before giggling. Thomas could feel the heat rising within his head in anger at that last comment. Like if he needed a daddy.

Thomas just ignored it, believing it would only just make things worse. As he walked out to the dance floor, he could see David walking over towards Thomas with those predator eyes looking down towards him. Thomas tried to look away, while making sure not to stare at the chaotic crowd. It wasn't long before he felt the grip on his arm.

He didn't need to see the arm to see who it was, the strong hand delving deep into his arm was already enough to figure out who it was. "Saw you talkin' to the boss. Guess like I have to take care of you from here on now." Thomas nodded in a polite gesture, almost bowing at David. "Why yes, looks like I'm at your dispose." David chucked before scanning Thomas up and down. "Seems you don't have a collar?" Thomas nodded. "Didn't think I would need one." David was holding his laugh on that one before he resumed his form as a dominant. "Well, you do now." Said David before holding a collar up. Thomas' eyes were filled with panic as he knew what David meant.

"You don't mean-" "Yep!" replied David, cutting of Thomas while nodding his head. Thomas shook his head before pushing David's hands away. "Nope. Uh-uh. Not going to happen. Just cause I'm working here, doesn't mean that you parade me down like you plaything." David gave Thomas a stern look, leaning in as his face was almost close to his. "Boy, I think you forget your place here. I'm not just some co-worker, I'm your daddy. So you better stop fidgeting and get your butt over here so I can snap your collar to you." Thomas wouldn't budge. "No! You're not my 'daddy'! My 'daddy' just so happens to be..." Thomas started to say before he lost his thought.

Actually, in all of seriousness, Thomas really didn't know his father. Truth to be told he couldn't remember anything about his parents. He just only knew that they must have existed some way or another. Still, Thomas refused. "I'm not putting on that stupid thing and that's final!" David, still with the collar in his hand was getting furious. "Why? What the worse that this little collar can do?" Thomas snapped back at David, fire within his eyes. "Do you see others wearing collars? Do you see men and women on all fours barking like dogs? Do you?" "Do you see them wearing leather pup hoods like yours?" Asked David. Thomas caressed the hood, trying to find an answer.

"Well, this is for a rare skin condition and it was the only thing within my budget to cover it up!" David chuckled. "Alright. Lets say you have this 'skin condition'. What kind of condition would have you cover up like that?" asked David as he lifted off Thomas' mask showing a little bit of what it was hiding. Thomas screamed as he pushed David onto the floor before readjusting the mask so that none from his head to his neck could be seen. However David had already seen enough to question even more. What he saw was white. What was white, he hadn't have a clue? It certainly wasn't fur. Maybe it was scales, but the smoothness of it put that out of the question. Maybe he shaves all his fur, then why would he be so concern about wearing a collar, and more importantly, why wasn't it pink.

David got up as he put the collar away. "Alright, alright. It's a really disappointment, not having you as a pup. But limits are limits, and even I have to respect them." The bull look sternly at Thomas again as Thomas eyes were filled with fear. "But don't think it can get you off the hook over everything. I'm still your 'boss' for right now, and what I say around here, other than the fox's word is law. You understand?" Thomas looked around a bit, calming down before nodding. "Aright then, here's what you can do. Today, you get back home and rest. I already got what I need for today. Tomorrow, you better be here before the place starts, and I hope you like cleaning." Said David as he dismissed Thomas. Thomas dashed off the moment David let him go.

Thomas got out of his bed as he held his head in agony. He was suffering from a pounding headache, probably due to the hood being on and sweating from last night. As he got out, he headed towards the bathroom and opened the cabinet for some Tylenol. Thankfully, the Tylenol was not needed to be searched, being that all of the medicine were neatly labeled and categorized in alphabetical order. As he got the Tylenol, he put two pills in his hand and swallowed them, before drinking a glass of water. Thomas, realizing what may have caused it, decided to put the hood away before going back to bed and returning to sleep.

As he tried, he kept waking, waiting for rest to come before his eyes. Sadly, it didn't. Knowing that he was wide-awake and there was nothing he could do, he went towards the shower and turned on the faucet. As the water hit him like a pure, steamy rain, he went back to his thoughts of earlier, especially the dream. Or what he felt like a dream.

He remembered clearly that there was no tank within the office and there was no way the office could hold that much water. But it felt so real. Like he was really there. And that scared him the most. He decided to shrugged it off. After all, it was only a dream, and plenty of dreams feel real. Besides he shouldn't be over thinking it, for over thoughts lead to gloom, and no one likes a gloomy person. He decided to go outside, since he had really nothing to do between now and when he needed to be there. He got up and walked over towards the door as he heard muffled voices through his door. He opened and looked down only to be shocked at what he saw.

David was there. It seemed like he was talking to someone at the moment, but he wasn't sure who. To try to find out who it was, Thomas closed his door and locked it, then walked down the stairs as he turned towards the lobby. There he saw with David, Henry, with the stuffed owl from yesterday.

"Oh hi!" said Henry as he greeted Thomas. David turned to see whom he was greeting to. He smirked "What are you doing in a place like this?" "Oh! He's one of the tenants here within the complex. I tried to give it to him, but he refused. It's great to see someone interested with this thing." David nodded. "Well, I have yet to hear the price. What will it be?" Henry analyzed the bird before coming to a conclusion. "I'll give you $65. Deal or no Deal?" "Deal." David replied. Thomas was already walking away, before he heard footsteps coming towards him. He turned to see David walking towards him, the stuffed owl, between his chest and arm. He waited until David was only centimeters away from him.

"Where did you find this address?" Said Thomas. "What do you mean? I was just grabbing this stuffed bird for my collection back at home. It's not like it's my fault for you being here." "Bullshit." Replied Thomas. "There's no way that you come here blindly looking for a stuffed chicken and somehow, Henry happened to have one." David chuckled. "I didn't blindly come in here. The stuffed owl was already selling online, so I thought to stop by and have a look." Thomas rolled his eyes. "Like Henry of all people know what to do with a computer." Both turned to Henry as they saw him trying the best to type with his feathery hands before he screeched and flipped the keyboard. Both looked back at each other.

"Look, I'm not stalking you. I just came in here to grab something and that's it. If it makes you feel any better, I can take you out for lunch. What do you say?" As much as Thomas didn't feel like dropping it too soon, his stomach was getting the best of him. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine." Thomas lingered behind David as they were heading out somewhere for lunch.

David pointed out a deli right off the block. Thomas agreed. Both went in, ordered their sandwiches and sat at some table for two. David looked deep into Thomas with curiosity. Last night wouldn't' let go for some reason and it was that reason, that led him to ask that question.

"So, Thomas what's the skin condition that you're hiding?" Thomas eyes widen as he looked at David with toxicity. "That's nothing you need to know!" replied Thomas wondering what David's intentions were. "I told you once, why do you keep pressuring me to tell you so?" "Alright, alright. I'm sorry for asking. Tell you what, if I tell you my secret, how about you tell me yours." Thomas looked at him for a moment before bellowing out in laughter. "What makes you thing that 'telling me your secret' will somehow persuade me to letting you know my secret? But I'll let you try."

David breathed deeply before confessing to him of the truth. "It was a long time ago, back when I was, say, five. My father was a huge collector of VHS tapes. One of which changed my life for good. It was a half an hour tape, black and white, discussing about the cleanliness of the slaughter room. And with it, a live footage of a real cow being gutted alive. I tried to close my eyes, but the cries of pain and the sounds of the organs being removed were still there. After that all I saw was the room again, but this time it was different. It was white. Whiter than any white I've ever saw. If you were to look at it closely, you would go insane. And that's why my clothes are in the shape and way they are. That's why I never bother to clean up after my self. The cleanliness haunts me to this day. So, what do you think about it?" Said David looking up at Thomas. He was frozen in horror. If his mouth would drop, it would have fallen off the floor. Thomas started to stutter before saying "Well, good. Sure, I'll show you my secret as well."

They went from the deli to his apartment two blocks back from the deli and then a block to the left. Thomas made sure to close his eye before the door was open, knowing what was within the room without being told. David stepped in front of him as he guided him to his bedroom. From the hallway to the kitchen and finally to the bedroom, it looked like a hoarder's nightmare. Various items of junk were scattered around, bags of trash were covering the kitchen door. They got to the bedroom, various of toys, both sexual and kiddy were all over the floor. Only clean spot was a mattress at the corner. As they both stepped over the toys and right by the bed.

David lifted Thomas from the floor onto the bed as if he was a child. The anticipation was getting to both of them. David looked for straps that would loosen the hood. He fondled for a while before finding one of them. He then slowly unbuckled the strap till he could pull the hood off with ease. It was then that David grabbed the hood and pulled it slowly from Thomas' head. He gasped after he pulled it off.

He couldn't believe it. The actual Thomas looked like something from those cheesy b movies. He had no maw, almost no hair except on top of his head with sunken in lips and a snout that protrude downwards instead of forwards. He undressed Thomas fully and saw that he was hairless everywhere, with no fur and strange genitals. In short, Thomas was in fact, something that no one had ever saw or heard. In short, he was human.

Thomas started to cover his face in shame. On the surface, his conscience couldn't accept this. Really? Shame over this man?!? You know better than to hide yourself in shame! You're a proud man! But deep inside he felt something make him curl into a ball and cower, predicting that something bad was going to happen. But instead, he felt David crawl towards Thomas, nuzzling his chest as he crawled his way to Thomas' face. It took a few minutes as Thomas opened his eyes to see David's blank almost stern face before it broke down into a snicker.

"Really? That's your secret? That you just happen to have no fur on your head? Wow! You are really something, ya know." Thomas got up and put his crossed his arms as he pouted. "Listen you. How would you liked it if you were the only one that looked like this? The only one whose nose didn't stick all the way. Whose Mother couldn't even look at you or your father cursing your name!" Yelled Thomas as he was venting out his anger.

"Ahh, so now I get it!" David said while his fingers snapped. "I knew it had to with some mommy issues. Always the mommy issues." Fires were blazing within Thomas' eyes. "What do you mean? This has nothing to do with my mother! This had to be! I mean, have you seen anything like me? I mean if people saw me who I really am, it would be disastrous! I-" He paused as he realized what he was looking at.

Clothes, toys, and other assortments on the floor and stuffed within the closet. He flopped down onto the bed hiding his head beneath the pillows. David leaned over, opening his arms around Thomas as he tried to comfort him. "It's okay. It's okay. You don't need to worry. It's just stuff. There's nothing to worry." David pulled Thomas, placing him onto his lap. Thomas kept staring at the room as he tried to break free. David just held him trying to keep Thomas calm. "It's alright. I got you. I got you now." David started trailing his hand towards Thomas' pants before feeling a slap on the cheek.

"I knew it!" shouted Thomas as he got up from the bed and looked down at David with the same fires within his eyes. "You're just trying to win me. Like I'm nothing more than a mere trophy." David shook his head. "That's not true! I'm here to help you!" "Really?" Said Thomas with doubt. "What about you then? The way I look at here, you're no more different to me. Hell, you're probably ten times worse than me!" David finally shouted "Then why don't you do something about it!" Both looked away from each other, giving the occasional glance or two.

Finally David started to say "Listen, I'm sorry-" "No, you're right." Thomas said finishing David's statement. "We both have problems you and me. And we're not going to get anywhere with us bickering are we?" David shook his head. "So?" asked David as he turned towards to Thomas looking deep within the eyes. "What do we do now?" Thomas stared and pondered for a moment before looking up to David's eyes. "You know...I'm not that quite sure anymore."

David got closer to Thomas as he gently moved his hand to Thomas' thigh. "Well...I'm not gonna lie, ever since I saw you wandering over there I've always wanted you to be my pup. Now, I understand if you do-" David was cut off as Thomas leaned forward kissed him, his tongue delving into David's mouth with desire and longing need. It took a few seconds for David to know what was going on before he returned the kiss back. Their tongues mixed and wrestled with each other, going back and forth between mouths. It seemed like an eternal bliss before Thomas let go, a stain of saliva still on his tongue. "So...does that answer your question?" David smirked before getting up and searching around the room.

Thomas turned his head sideways, wondering what David was looking for, before David pull out a chest covered in black leather and outlined in gold. Opening the chest up David shuffled through the items before bringing out a bundle of thick rope. Coming towards Thomas, David gave him a gesture to turn around and lie on his stomach. David leaned towards Thomas' ear and whispered: "Listen, you don't have to do this, you know. Are you sure you want to do this?" Thomas nodded. "Just to let you know, the safe word is Yellow."

Thomas nodded again. David grabbed both Thomas' arms bringing them around the back and began to tie the arms down. He tied them in a way that was not too tight to strain Thomas' shoulders and not to loose so that Thomas' arms could escape the rope.

Tied down, David flipped over Thomas as he started to nibble on his neck. Gasps and moans came creeping out through Thomas' mouth as David nibbled lower from his neck down towards his crotch area. He groped Thomas until his cock got hard.

His lips opened as he preceded to suck on the head. Thomas gasped as his eyes opens, feeling David's tongue bathing the sensitive glands on his shaft. David started to bob his head up and down Thomas shaft, making Thomas squirm with pleasure. He stopped before he got up and removed his clothes, his cock now bulging and throbbing within his jockstrap.

He got his nether regions closer to Thomas' mouth before removing his jockstrap, releasing the already strain cock from it's prison. "I think you know what you need to do now, boy." Thomas nodded, opening his mouth and started to suck on the head on David's shaft, mimicking the techniques that the bull used on Thomas'. It didn't take long before David grab Thomas' head and thrust his dick within Thomas' mouth. "Yeah," Growled David, lost within bliss. " Suck daddy. Suck it like a calf sucking on mama." Feeling on the edge of orgasm, David quickly pulled out of Thomas' mouth.

Thomas wined, feeling empty. David just smirked. "Turn around puppy, I got a bone to burry in your backyard." Thomas rolled his eyes at the pun before turning slowly, only to be stopped by David. Thomas groaned. "Oh what is it now?" David turned towards the edge of the bed, grabbing the hood Thomas was wearing before he confessed. David lifted the hood onto Thomas' head. "Now, if this is going to far, you know the safe word, right?" asked David. Thomas nodded as David pulled the hood over Thomas' head. "Now boy, turn around and on fours. Daddy wants to see that fine hole."

Thomas flipped over and raised his anus up in the air for David to see. David bellowed deeply before slapping Thomas' ass. "That's a nice piece of meat boy. Wonder how it tastes?" As David licked Thomas' pucker. A gasp came from Thomas' squirming more intensely as he felt the wet, big tongue starting to lick his hole. David then changed from licking it to eating it as his tongue delved deeper within Thomas' anal cavity. Thomas' moaned as he felt the tongue going deeper before reaching the prostate. As he felt the prostate, David soon started to slather it with his tongue, making Thomas squirm even more. David pulled out, grinning. "Nice and tight. Just how I like my boy to be."

David grabbed the lube bottle from the chest as he slathered his cock with it. Lining up his cock with Thomas' hole, David soon to push through Thomas' pucker with gentle care. Inch by inch David went as Thomas started wine and moan. It took a while before David finally reached the hilt. "Ready?" Asked David. Thomas nodded. David then slid most of his shaft except for the tip and slammed it right back in. Thomas eye almost exploded out of the socket from the intensity and ecstasy from the thrust. David started off slowly, but was soon picking up the pace. Thomas moans and gasps turned into ruffs, barks, and yips. David could only chuckle. "Seems like my pup is taking a like this." David's pace was a lot shorter and was getting faster by the moment. "Well I hope the pup likes Daddy's cum." Said David before reaching towards orgasm.

Finally David thrusted one more time before filling Thomas' anus to the brim with his semen. Pulling off, he turned Thomas around, cradling the pup as he stroked his cock. With a howl, Thomas reached his breaking point before cum came erupting from his manhood, covering his chest hood and the wall with his semen. David finally lied down with Thomas, cuddling him and pecking him on the cheek.

"So, how was it?" David finally asked. Thomas nodded still trying to catch his breath. Finally he was able to mutter, "Please don't let this be all that there is." David laughed before patting Thomas on the back. "Oh boy. Don't you worry you're little head. This is just the beginning." They rested, cuddling with each other until Thomas said.

"Now, how about my place?" David raised an eyebrow. "You're not thinking." Thomas nodded. David let out a sigh. "Guess I'm too far in to go back now aren't I?" Thomas nodded again before staring with the eyes of someone offended. "Alright, alright. Your place. But you'll help me, right?" Thomas rolled his eyes and nodded. David leaned in and kissed Thomas on the head. "That's what I like to hear."