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Moose and I woke early and took care of Master's morning wood, while Master relieved both of our erections in the shower. Moose and I dried off in the High Speed Dryer, while Master dried off and put a robe on. I got in the dryer first since I needed to cook breakfast. But first I fetched Masters slippers for him. He could have easily gotten them himself, but he found it amusing to have me fetch his slippers. He said that it was a stereotype for a feral dog trick. I went down to the kitchen and put some sausage patties on the griddle while I mixed up some hotcake batter.

While I was mixing it Master came down accompanied by Moose. He sat down at the kitchen table and said, "Moose can you fetch me the paper?"

"Of course Sir." He replied. He hustled out the door and grabbed the newspaper and hurried back in handing it to Mater.

"Thank you Moose. I could always read it on my tablet, but when I have time to relax I like to have an actual newspaper to browse. There's just something that's quaint and old fashioned about it..."

"You're welcome Sir." Moose replied as Master opened the paper and started reading the sports section.

"While Gabe is making breakfast why don't you put the pups out back so they can go potty." Master said.

"Yes Sir!" Moose replied.

And as he hurried away I said, "Don't let them beat up on Junior!"

"Of course I won't." Moose said as he headed into the rec room to take them out.

I poured out the hotcake batter like Master had taught me last week and turned them when they had cooked long enough. As I stacked them on the platter I put a dab of butter between them. I made 3 batches, then put a dozen eggs on the griddle. I wanted to make sure that Moose got enough. Master had made it clear that we were allowed to eat as much as we wanted and Moose was a big dog with a big appetite.

Moose came back in, leaving the pups out in the back yard to do their business and to run off some steam. "Moose I want you to learn how to set the table. If Gabe is going to be kind enough to cook for us, it's only fair that you set the table while he cooks. He can show you how this time."

"Yes Sir." Moose said eager to please. He would have run head first through a brick wall to please Master, so learning to set the table was nothing.

After he washed his paws, I showed Moose how to set the table as I did it. Then we brought all the food out to the table. I put a stack of hotcakes, three sausage patties and 4 eggs onto Master's plate. I put a half stack of hotcakes, two sausage patties and 2 eggs onto my plate and left the rest for Moose. That was a stack and a half of hotcakes, 6 sausage patties and 6 eggs for Moose.

Master folded his paper and put it down on the floor. "That looks delicious Gabe. I could get used to having a personal cook." Master said and of course I plumped in my sheath.

"Thank you Master!" I replied almost gushing. "I want to be the best cook I can be for you Master."

"How would you like to take some cooking lessons?" Master asked.

"Can I?" I asked eagerly.

"Of course, if you're willing. I'm the one that gets to benefit from it. All you have to do is promise me that you'll try your hardest to learn what the instructor teaches you. I'll pick out an instructor and have them come over here a couple of times a week." Master told me.

Moose was eying his plate waiting for Master to start eating first. Master never told us we had to wait for him to eat first, but Moose and I kind of felt it was an unspoken rule that you should wait until your Master (or owner in Moose's case) took the first bite. Master poured some syrup on his hotcakes and passed it to me. I used it then passed it on to Moose who had a bit of a sweet tooth and used a quarter of a bottle on his stack and a half.

Master cut his stack into quarters and ate a bite. He chewed it carefully before he swallowed. "They're delicious Gabe."

After patiently waiting for Master to start Moose lost all patience. He didn't cut his hotcakes into quarters, he just stuck a fork through four hotcakes and shoveled them into his huge muzzle. He may have managed to chew once or twice before he swallowed them with a gulp.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't see that Moose..." Master chided.

We finished breakfast without further incident and Moose and I cleaned up the kitchen while Master went into the living room to finish the newspaper in his favorite recliner. While we were cleaning I heard Master's cell phone ring. He talked for about 10 minutes and then hung up. When Moose and I finished cleaning up we went in to join him. When we got in he had a big grin on his face.

"One of my friends up in Erie called me and said that a fresh run of steelhead have run up Elk Creek. He said the creek levels should be just right by tomorrow. How would you boys like to go camping tonight and fishing for the next couple of days?" Master asked us.

"Sure Master!" I said eagerly. I knew nothing about camping and only a little about fishing, from the one time we went last week, but that didn't matter as long as I was doing it with Master.

"I'm game!" Moose added. I'm sure he felt the same way I did.

"I've got a hundred acre parcel on Elk Creek so we have a private stretch of the creek to fish. We'll head over to Cabela's to get you pups both fitted with waders and fishing equipment. We could take the motor home but I think it would be more fun to go tent camping. We can sit around the campfire and eat s'mores and roast weenies."

There was such enthusiasm in his voice that I couldn't help being excited. My tail was wagging uncontrollably. It had wagged more in my week with Master than it had in my whole life before that. Master called the neighbor and made arrangements for hid teenage son, to take care of the pups while we were gone. He came over and Master showed him what he needed to do. He was going to stay over here while we were gone. He had known the young man since he was a little tyke and trusted him to be responsible.

After he was comfortable that everything would be fine with the pups he called to us, "OK lets hop in the Land Rover and get you outfitted Moose." Master said and I bounded out to the garage and jumped into the front seat of the Land Rover.

It didn't take long for Master and Moose to catch up. Moose got in the back seat and Master got behind the wheel. It was surprisingly warm day for November so Master rolled down the windows so Moose and I could stick our heads out the windows. Our ears were flapping in the slipstream and out tongues were lolling out of our mouths. It felt so exhilarating. Luke chuckled at us then turned the radio on and started singing along at the top of his voice.

It was a half hour ride to Cabela's and Master made us pull our heads in and roll up the windows when we got on the highway. But he didn't stop singing. Master wasn't always in tune with the music, but it didn't make a difference to me. Just hearing his voice made my spirit soar.

We pulled into Cabela's as one of Master's favorite songs finished up. I opened my door eager to get into the store. Moose had never been in any place like Cabela's. There were all kinds of mounted animals in realistic natural settings, plus there were streams with trout and big aquariums with all kinds of local fish in them. I grabbed Moose's paw and dragged him from exhibit to exhibit showing him all the things that had fascinated me last week when Master had brought me here to get outfitted.

When I'd finally shown Moose everything, we went over to the wader section to get Moose fitted for waders. He needed XXXXL waders and size 20 wading shoes. There was only one pair of size 20 wading shoes in the store and they were the top of the line shoe. But Master didn't bat an eye in buying them.

Master got Moose a ten and a half foot long Erie Series rod, just like the one he got me. The surprising thing is that Master always bought the best equipment and the Erie Series was the cheapest noodle rod they carried. So I asked him, "Master you always seem to buy the best equipment, why do you skimp on the rod? Isn't that the most important piece of equipment?" I asked.

"That's a good question and it's a chance to teach you the difference between price and value. Sometimes the most expensive product is the best quality but that's not always the case. The Erie Series is the ideal blend of finesse and power. The whippy tip section acts like a shock absorber that gives you enough cushion for when a steelie takes of on one of those lightning quick runs. That gives your drag enough time to let out line before they snap you off. Plus the stiff butt section gives you power to turn them. The more expensive rods look sexy and sleek but their performance is not in the same league as the Erie Series. They are all style and no performance." He told me.

We finished getting the rest of our equipment and paid for it at the register. We loaded it up in the Land Rover and headed back home to gather the rest of our gear. Master told us that he kept all the camping gear in a trailer, so all he had to do was hitch it up and we could be on our way. We grabbed all of our fishing gear and put it in the back of the Land Rover. We hitched the trailer onto the back and headed north on I-79 toward Elk Creek. We stopped at a grocery store and Master grabbed some food and ice for the cooler and he also grabbed a couple of cases of his favorite beer, Straub American Amber. It was an hour and a half drive up to Master's property and we pulled in at about 3 pm.

Master opened the trailer and got out a box. He said it was a Cabela's Backwoods Three-Room Cabin Tent. He found a level spot about 30 feet from the creek and decided that was where he would pitch the tent. He knew just how it all went together and with Moose's height it was easy to put it all together. Once it was together he said, "Moose why don't you go down to the creek and bring up some stones that are about as big as my head so we can use them to make a fire pit."

"Yes Sir." Moose said eager to please Master. He walked over to the creek and grabbed a rock in each of his huge paws and carried them up to the circle Master had made in the sand. When he bent over to put them down we could see his tight little asshole.

Master and I locked eyes and he grinned at me. When Moose headed back to the creek and couldn't hear us over the roar of the rushing water Master said, "I hope he want's to be my pet. I'd love to bury my cock in that tight asshole."

"All you'd have to do is ask him Master, I'm sure he wants you at least as much as you want him. Probably more..."

"I want him to be sure before I take him." He added.

I just shook my head, there was probably nothing that could happen that would sway Moose from wanting to belong to Master. We continued to watch him carry the heavy rocks with almost no effort. When he had the circle completed he asked, "Is there anything else I can do Sir?"

"Have you ever split wood for a camp fire?" Luke asked.

"No Sir."

"Well let me show you then you can try it." Master said. He had a cord of wood stacked near where we were camping and he grabbed an ax from the trailer. He picked up a piece of wood and placed it on the ground with one of the cut sides up. Swung the ax viciously and the wood split in two. He grabbed one of the pieces, put it back on its end, swung the ax again and split it in half. He repeated the process with the other half and in three swings he had quartered the wood. "You think you can do that?" Master asked.

Moose grinned eagerly as he took the ax out of Master's hand and grabbed another log from the pile. Even though Moose didn't lift weights he had an innate strength that was almost scary. He swung the ax easily and split it in two. He continued to split the wood with Master watching. Master's hand was in his pants fondling his cock as he watched the muscles ripple in Moose's back as he split half a cord of wood without even breaking a sweat.

"That's enough for now." Master said, then added, "Lets gather up some kindling." He showed us the proper sizes of sticks to look for kindling and soon we had several piles of kindling of various sizes. He placed the kindling in the fire ring and then stacked some larger sticks around it. Then he carefully placed some of the split logs on top. He placed a grill over it, then he grabbed a wooden match and used it to light the pile of wood. Soon we had a nice blaze going.

"The creek is probably going to be too high to fish before morning so we are just going to have a good time around the camp fire. I bought some porterhouse steaks to put on the grill and some potatoes. He set up a camp table and got the steaks out. He sprinkled some Montreal Steak seasoning on them and set them aside as he cut up some potatoes onto a piece of aluminum foil, put some butter on them and then sprinkled them liberally with Montreal Steak seasoning. He folded it in the foil and poked a few holes on it and set it on the grill. While they were cooking Master got the king size air mattress out of the trailer and inflated it in the tent. Moose and I unpacked the camp chairs and various other things that Master asked for.

Soon we were sitting on the chairs in front of the fire with the steaks cooking on the grill. The aroma over the hardwood coals was incredible. Both Moose and I were salivating like Pavlov's dogs as we waited for the food to get done. Master told us stories of past times fishing up here. All of them had Bruce in them. You might think that we would feel jealous about it, but both of us held Bruce with a reverence. I really wish I would have been able to meet him.

We were soon eating our dinners. I had started to learn not to shovel my food down, but it was still rough not to. Moose on the other paw still had to be constantly reminded. When we got done Master helped us pick out roasting sticks. We grabbed some chocolate bars, a box of graham crackers and a bag of marshmallows. He showed us how to put the marshmallows on the end of the stick and slowly roast them until they were gooey then place them on a piece of chocolate between two graham crackers. They were delicious. (authors note chocolate is not dangerous for anthrodogs).

Then Master did something unusual. He went over to the food bag and grabbed a plastic squeeze bottle. He took his clothes off and to my surprise he squeezed some of the chocolate sauce onto his hand and rubbed it all over his cock, then did the same thing to his ass.

"OK boys time for desert." He called out.

We both ran over to him and he held out his hand to us first. We both licked it clean. When there was no trace of chocolate on it I dove for his cock and Moose went to clean the back door. I cleaned his balls first and then got all of the chocolate out of his pubes. Then I got to the main course. He was already leaking from Moose's attack on his ass so I was getting to taste his pre along with the chocolate. It was running down the underside of his cock, so I ran my tongue the whole way up the underside of his cock to make sure I got every drop. Soon my tongue was worming it's way into his foreskin as we continued to clean him. After I had licked up all the chocolate on his cock I took him completely into my muzzle. He grabbed my ears and started to bob my head up and down his shaft. I could feel his balls drawing up as he neared his orgasm.

"That's it Moose, rub my prostate..." He begged then I could feel his balls pull up. "Arrghhh..." He cried out as he delivered his payload directly into my muzzle. He finally let go of my ears and pulled out of me. "That was a good pup." He said looking me square in the eyes. Then he turned his head to Moose and said, "You too." To both of us Master's praise was better than any physical pleasure we could receive.

He put his clothes back on since it was a bit chilly out there even with the campfire going. We sat back down close to the fire and Master told us spooky stories. Moose didn't seem to be afraid, but the stories had my hackles rising in fear.

Moose could sense my fear. "Don't worry Gabe I'm here to protect you two and I'm tougher than any big bad wolf." He said with a wink then he came over next to me and put his arm around me. Master chucked.

Master also took some time to show us how to rig up our rods. Our spinning reels were loaded with 4 pound test Berkley Fireline. First we strung up the rods then slid a small Styrofoam float over the line and put on a size 6 gamakatsu fishing hook. We then put 3 removable bb split shot onto the line between them. He told us that we may end up adding more or taking some off depending on the speed of the current.

After a few more minutes when Master discussed the strategy for our fishing tomorrow it was time to turn in. Master had several double sleeping bags opened up as blankets. He had a Mr. Heater Portable Buddy Heater that he had running while we were around the campfire to take the chill out of the tent. But he turned it off as we got into the tent. "Once were in here our body heat should help keep it warm in here. If it gets too cold I can turn it back on." He told us. It wasn't so cold that we needed the sleeping bags zipped up, especially since we had three of us sharing body heat. The tent was very spacious and even with a king size air mattress there was plenty of room. Master got undressed and got on the bed.

Master got on his back and pulled his legs up to his chest. He locked eyes with me and said, "I want to feel you in me."

"But you're the Master!" I said unbelieving. I mean I could understand him wanting to get it from a big strong Alpha Stud like Bruce, but wanting it from a subby little runt like me just didn't seem right.

"Love ain't a one way street pup. Letting someone you love make love to you doesn't ever make you less of a man."

I had rarely had the confidence to look Master directly in the eyes, but I did now. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and what I saw in Masters eyes was a love for me that I could barely fathom. He was such a powerful man, who had not only saved my life and taken me in, he also wanted to give himself to me. It was hard to believe the love he had for an unwanted stray pup like me.

He put his arms out to me and beckoned me forward. I scooted forward on my knees until I was positioned at his entrance. I thought about it for a moment. It was my first time and though I never realized it before there was a lot of responsibility on the shoulders of the top. Not only were you responsible for your own pleasure but you were responsible for pleasuring your partner.

I thought about the things Master did when he topped me. I realized that it wouldn't be good to go in dry so I bent down and placed my muzzle to his pucker. I took a deep breath, taking in all the aromas that I'd come to associate with Master. But there was one thing that was completely incongruous with his scent. There was an undertone of submission pheromones that I'd never connected with Master before. To my surprise it made my nuts tingle. I ran my tongue from his asshole to his taint, From the low moan Master emitted it was obvious that he was enjoying it. Soon my tongue was digging at his entrance, my saliva lubing him up really well.

I put my middle finger into my muzzle and then I slipped it into Master's anus. I worked it in until I could feel his prostate. I rubbed it with a circular motion and soon precum was oozing out from his foreskin. I leaned forward and grasped his manhood with my left paw as I continued to massage his prostate with my right. I started to lap up the pre as it oozed out of his foreskin. Soon my tongue was working it's way into his foreskin as I gathered up every drop of pre.

He put his hand under my muzzle and pulled my head up so I was looking him in the eyes again. "Hey Pup why don't you put it in now. Just go slow. It's been a year since anyone's fucked me." He urged.

So I was at the moment of truth as I pulled my finger out, put his knees over my shoulders and positioned myself. The head of my cock was already peeking out of my sheath so I skinned it the rest of the way back and guided my dick to the target. It was really slick from all my saliva. My natural lube was flowing and I rubbed it against his pucker.

I pushed and all of a sudden the head popped in. Master winced a little, then smiled at me in approval. I pushed slowly, easing myself in until my balls were resting against Master's ass. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. It was so tight, warm and smooth. It felt better than any mouth ever could ever feel.

I leaned over until we were chest to chest. Then I slowly started to move myself in and out of Master. He caressed the back of my head and murmured into my ear, "That feels wonderful Gabe!"

I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing against my belly each time I thrust in and out of him. I tilted my pelvis to make sure I was brushing up against his prostate, He was starting to drip again and there was soon a puddle of pre on his belly. I could feel his anus clenching around me every time he spurted pre.

I knew I wasn't going to last long. I was just the equivalent of a 14 year old human, so staying power wasn't one of my fortes. My knot was starting to form as I started to thrust ever more urgently. Instinctively I started the short strokes that would seat my knot in Master. He clenched down on the base of my knot and I milked myself against it on each out stroke as my knot expanded to its full size, locking me into my Master. My little balls jumped in their sack a my cum pulsed through my shaft into Master. I thrust in hard to try to plant my seed even deeper in Master and that jammed my knot squarely against his prostate causing him to cum violently in response.

"Arrrgghhhh!" Master grunted as he exploded into his orgasm. Each time he shot his sphincter clenched on the base of my knot milking more and more seed from me. By the time he was finished cumming I was still pulsing steadily into him.

"That's it Gabe! Mark me as yours. I belong to you as much as you belong to me." And with that he kissed me on the forehead as I rested on his chest riding out the rest of my orgasm. Moose moved onto the bed and lay down beside us.

I'd never tied with someone before, and I couldn't believe the sensations. Feeling Master's sphincter clenched down on the base of my knot, holding me in him while I continued to mark him with my seed was amazing. But nothing was better than the fact that the man I loved and idolized had given himself to me.

Moose was kind of left out as we rode out our orgasm and our tie. But he made the best of it. He was bent over sucking his own big dick. By the time I noticed him he already had his knot clenched in his big paw and was cumming in his own mouth.

By the time I came down enough to pull out of Master we were all exhausted. But before we crawled under the covers Moose cleaned me off. We crawled under the sleeping bag with Master in the middle and fell into a deep and wonderful sleep.