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University of College London, one of the top ten universities in the world and, much to the chagrin of the old blue bloods Oxford and Cambridge, technically the top ranking university in the country. It's campuses littered throughout the capital in small clusters. The library was particularly impressive new and modern and yet with that same smell and feel of libraries everywhere. The dusty, musty, smell of old leather and paper.

Ten liked the building and had spent most of his first two years hiding inside when he had no lectures to attend. He kept his brown nose buried in his books, researching or just reading. The library had a quiet, guarded by a fierce librarian, room where even whispering was not allowed. It was filled with banks of desks, each one with small wooden separators surrounding it. His own little cubicle, where the dog could keep his brown head down and his golden eyes busy.

Tennyson, what a bloody name to lumber a child with, it hadn't helped at school. The Labrador had suffered from a long line of bullies, even at the age of twenty he was scrawny, just five and a half foot tall. His fur a wonderful chocolate brown in the winter, in the summer it would become brindled dashed with gold. Of course for that to happen he would have to go out into the sun and the world and he liked it where he was. Which is why his fur remained the deep dark chocolate brown of his winter coat despite the record breaking heat-wave of a summer.

Of course the heat had one additional benefit, the library was almost entirely empty. No other people to disturb him, just the beautiful world of the written world. The light filtering through the windows in glorious beams, dust mites dancing in the sun as the dog sat and browsed through something light and fun. The world around him melted away, the canine was so enwrapped in the story he didn't notice the other student in the room enter and sit at a desk nearby.

It wasn't until something pinged passed his eyes that the young canine blinked and looked up, just in time for a small ball of white paper to bounce off his nose. Ten gasped, the sanctity of his hideaway broken with such gentle and yet annoying force. His golden eyes looked around enraged, only to get caught in two blue-grey eyes sparkling with mischief.

The eyes belonged to a young bull, a fellow student no doubt, sitting at a desk nearby. Two shorthorns framed his broad head, a tussle of blonde hair sitting atop. His muzzle wide and spread in a warm and welcoming smile. The canine could sense no malice from the bovine he had feared that some bully, like the ones from his childhood, had found him. Yet as he looked over at the bull he saw that he was holding up a notepad with the words 'Hi, you're cute' written in large neat script.

The Labrador stared wide eyed for a moment and then ducked down behind the safety of the wooden separator. His cheeks blazed with heat of the fierce blush that engulfed his face, fortunately it could not be seen through his chocolate fur. As he felt his heart race another ball of paper bounced off one of his floppy ears. Looking up he found the bull winking at him with another message on his notepad 'want to get a coffee or something?'

Ten couldn't stop the smile that came to his face, then he came back to his senses, shaking his head he ducked back into the safety of his little world. A second or two later another ball of paper bounced off his face, one thing he was certain of the bull was a good shot. He looked up to find the bull holding up another message 'are you straight?' Ten shook his head without thinking and then regretted it, he had just thrown away an easy way to turn the handsome male down without either of them getting hurt.

This time he didn't look away as the bull turned and scribbled a new message and then held it up with a sad look on his face 'already taken?'. Once again he dog shook his head without thinking and cursed himself. It was only a few seconds before the bull held up another message, 'you don't think I cute?' The message ended with a sad smiley and the bull's eyes looked at him imploringly.

The canine couldn't help but smile as he looked at those dazzling eyes and they cute broad face. The bull had well built thick shoulders and was clearly at least six foot tall, if not more. Ten had to admit he found the other male attractive, even sexy. However, he knew it wouldn't work and that he should nod his head and confirm the bull's assumption. However, he couldn't bring himself to do it, he shook his head and felt his smile broaden into an embarrassed grin.

It was stupid, he knew things wouldn't work out, they never did, all he would get is hurt, if he let things continue. It happened every time he got close to someone, or on the much rarer occasions someone tried to get close to him. The bull wasted no time, a broad grin spreading over his muzzle as he wrote out and held up another message 'can I get your number then?'

Sighing the canine looked at his desk, he grabbed a scrap of paper and resolved himself to his actions. The bull was going to have to learn the hard way and there was no other way out now. At least none that he wanted to take, this way he would be the good guy and the bull would be the bad, it was as simple as that. He scribbled out his number and then closed his book, grasping it in his left hand, as he reached down to find his walking stick with his right.

He took his eyes off the bull as he put the stick to the floor, he didn't want to see the look on his face. He had already seen it dozens of times, when people realise the person they were talking to wasn't a normal person like they thought. He was a cripple, a freak, something less than normal. The worst part wasn't the bullying, that he had learned to deal with, it was the pity the looks of sympathy that he got. They were somehow far worse than any teasing or bullying, maybe because it was nice, decent people who gave those looks.

He had been just seven when some drunk driver had skipped up onto the pavement where he was walking with his mother. His right leg had been shattered, the bones would never fully heal, it would always be weak and almost useless. His mother hadn't been as lucky, he remembered holding her paw as he cried for help, feeling it grow cold in his fingers.

Growing up as a freak kid had been tough, sitting and watching as the other kids ran about and played. Wishing he could be part of it so hard he began to hate and resent them for being normal, and himself for being a freak. Now the bull could see him hobble and limp, leaning heavily on his walking stick with each painful step. He gave the stunned bovine a warm a smile and put his number down on the desk in front of him and left without a word, hobbling as fast as he could.

It was done, cruelly, but then life wasn't nice or fair and that was a lesson Ten had learned long ago. At least this way the bull could just throw away his number, instead of being stuck on a coffee date with a guy he was suddenly no longer interested in. A cute face was one thing, but a crippled body, that didn't do it for anyone, at least anyone the canine would ever want to date.

The worst bit for him would be the waiting, part of him would cling to the hope that the bull would call, would be able to see passed his leg. However, bitter experience told Ten that he would never see or hear from him again. The canine felt a great well of sadness at that thought, mixing with the self pity and self loathing he always felt. He comforted himself with the thought that the bull would feel guilty when he threw away Ten's number. At least the dog wasn't the bad guy, he had done his part and reached out, let the bovine take the blame.

Walking through the streets Tennyson kept his eyes on the floor in front of him. He avoided looking at the people around him at all costs. All he would see is a wave of sympathy, pity for the poor cripple, he didn't want it or need it. He had straight A's leading back to pre school, his bio-medical science degree was going very well. He was on course for a first, top marks and then afterwards he would pick a master's course and maybe even a doctorate. He wanted no man, or woman's, pity just their respect from a distance, and to be left alone to his own devices.

A short bus ride and he was back to his student accommodation. Nothing more than a shoe box with a bed and a desk, showers and toilets were communal. He flopped into the chair by the desk and carefully placed his walking stick where it wouldn't fall and he could reach it. Booting up his PC he opened skype, he only had a couple of contacts on it, a couple of friends from high school and his dad. However, a few seconds after he turned it on he received an incoming call.

It was Danny, his best friend from highschool, a lion annoyingly straight but very funny and understanding. He was blind and that made him stand out, just like Ten had, the two had bonded over their joint social exile. It wasn't that people were really that cruel, but they were different and their differentness made others uncomfortable. Some were too nice, offering to help too much, other's were aloof and stand offish and some were just plain old dickhead bullies. There is something dark buried inside some kids that makes them feel big and powerful when they trip up a blind kid, or push over a kid who can barely walk.

"Hey Danny, what's up?" Ten asked as he accepted the call and leaned back in his chair. He talked to the lion more than anyone else in his life and he had been really pissed off when the lion had headed off to university in Aberdeen instead of staying with him.

"Not much, got a date for Friday, a hyena or so she said and judging by her laugh I don't doubt it," blind humour, most people felt uncomfortable hearing it but the canine had long ago adjusted to it, he knew it was a good coping mechanism for the lion. "She's called Alisha, an American exchange student from Texas. Her accent is so cute, not to mention she has nice boobs..."

"Oh you didn't play the blind, 'ohh dear is that what I'm feeling 'trick again did you?" The Labrador chuckled, he had lost count of the number of women the lion had groped and got away with.

"Of course, hey if you could grope a sexy guy and get away with it wouldn't you?" The lion shot back, it was an old argument and he didn't bother waiting for an answer, he knew wasn't going to come, instead he continued. "Course you would, you're just jealous cause I got me some hot boob fondling and you spent all day in the library, alone, again."

"Who says I was alone?" Ten shot back and then winced a little as he knew what would come next.

"Oh my god, did you speak to another actual person, was he cute, was he a he, does he have a sexy sister we could double date with?" Chuckled the lion down the mic.

"Hmmm that's a lot of questions, yes I did, yes he is, yes it's a he and I don't know we didn't actually speak, he wrote a few messages and I gave him my number," the dog replied honestly, he knew there was no point in lying the lion was an expert at reading his voice.

"Ohhh, you gave him your number, that sounds promising," Danny enthused, his perky nature dripping off his words. "What species was he, was he pretty? Did he had a nice... arse, is it arse or crotch that you homos look at?"

"Eyes actually, and yes he was a bull he looked good fit, huge shoulders, I mean he must be like three times my body weight, he was just built like a fucking brickhouse. I think he had a touch of a gut, but he worked out you could see that...well I could you would be able to feel it I suppose." The dog replied and then flushed with warmth as he thought back on the bull he had seen, "he was blonde, nice golden fur and dreamy cheeky eyes."

"Oh wow I haven't heard you talk about another guy like this in years, that is just awesome!" Cheered the lion down the mc, his honest enthusiasm filling every word.

"Well yeah, he was hot and he was flirting with me, that's a good day in my book. Pity he isn't going to call," the canine sighed softly and he thought back more, those huge beefy arms looked so powerful and the broad chest just begging to be nuzzled and licked.

"What the fuck? Why isn't he going to call?" Demanded the lion his good cheer turning, on a dime, to frustration.

"Well I had to leave didn't I, so he got to see me limping out. He isn't going to call me, or even if he does soon as he finds out my leg is never getting better he'll be off like a shot just like..."

"Oh bloody, bollocking, bugger Kurt, not every guy in the world is a Kurt. Just cause he led you on and then dumped you the second you told him your leg was never gonna heal doesn't mean that every guy will. Seriously forget Kurt he's a dick hole... a serious dick hole!" Snapped the irate lion down the mic, his voice barking out over the speaker and echoing around the tiny room.

"Yeah but he was a sexy dick hole, and I thought he liked me and..." whined the dog softly feeling his eyes being to tear up again. Two years on and he couldn't bring himself to forget how much it had hurt.

"No he wasn't your dick hole, he was just A Giant Dick Hole, you went out with him for two dates and soon as you told him the truth about your leg he fucked off. Those are the actions of a cunt, a sad inadequate twat who didn't deserve to be with you." ranted the lion, it wasn't the first time Danny had spewed this speech at him and yet it still sounded as sincere as the first. "However, he was just one guy, there are literally billions of other men out then and, at most, like only sixty percent of them are giant dick holes."

"For a straight guy you sure go on about dick holes a lot," muttered the canine in reply.

"Yeah well unlike homo guys I don't think they are awesome, I'm a tit man myself. Nice warm and squishy, that's what I want and a nice sweet scented female to rub up against and..."

"Whoa! Way too much information, " Tennyson snorted and yet he found himself laughing, he knew the lion was pushing him for a reaction and would have kept going if he hadn't have stopped it. "It is a pity though, your fondness for females is the one thing I wish I could change about you."

"Well it ain't changing, now when this bull calls, and he will call, you are going to agree to whatever date he has in mind right?" Danny's voice grew more serious as he spoke, dropping a few tones lower.

"Alright, but he isn't going to..." sometimes the universe has amazing timing and just as he was saying that the mobile phone in his pocket began to ring. "Holy fuck, he's calling!" Tennyson squealed down the mic excitedly and put his mobile to his ear as quickly as he could. "hello?"

"Stop saying he isn't going to call you, you miserable fucker!" Danny yelled at him down the phone, and then hung up.

"That was cruel," Tennyson whimpered softly.

"Yeah well I did it to prove a point... also because it was fucking funny and you should have heard your voice_'holy fuck, he's calling!'_" Mocked the lion, before he continued to explain himself. "However, I heard how excited you were, you want this to work out, don't go looking for ways to make it fail, cause you will find them."

"Alright, I guess, but just because I see your point doesn't make you any less a dick," The dog replied with a smile creeping onto his face again, he had actually been excited, not worried or afraid, he had wanted it to be the bull.

"Yeah well you're a massive homo so you love dicks, hence you love me. Now I have to go get something to eat, when the bull calls don't fuck it up." The lion laughed in response before hanging up to make sure he got the last word, as he always did.

Ten tried to work on an essay, but his mind kept turning to his mobile that wasn't ringing. Eventually he gave up and grabbed his stick and headed to the communal kitchen. He knew the other students staying in the dorm by appearance but not name, he didn't socialise at all by his choice. He boiled the kettle and made himself a pot noodle, cheap student food but better than nothing. Since his accident he was very careful about what he ate, not because of any self image concerns, if he put on weight the pressure on his bad leg made it ache much more when he walked.

The brown dog was grateful to not see anyone else as he limped slowly through the corridors. He had asked for a room nearer to the kitchen but some administrative cock up had put him at the far end of the building. When he'd confronted the university staff they said they were sorry and that_'if he couldn't manage the walk they would find an alternative'_. Ten had explained that he clearly could manage the distance, it was just preferable not to have to. He had accepted the room with a snort of derision and regretted his actions ever since. Just because he could manage didn't mean it wasn't an extra strain, especially when carrying hot food.

He made it back to his room and sat carefully back in his chair, placing his stick carefully in the same spot he always used. He checked his phone just in case he had not heard it ring, even though he knew that was ludicrous, his ears were perfectly fine. Still he was disappointed to find no calls or texts, placing his phone on the desk he tucked in to his ,still reasonably warm, pot noodle. He turned his pc on and loaded up Netflix and after a few minutes selected a movie to watch.

A few hours later he snorted awake as he heard the rumbling of his phone vibrating. Cursing himself for leaving it on the desk, he had moved to the bed after he finished eating. He grabbed his stick and pulled himself up so fast he whimpered as pain shot right up his leg, he lunged for the phone and then threw himself back onto the bed as he answered the call breathlessly, "hello?"

"Hey, is this the cute guy from the library?" Asked a deep voice, Ten could hear a faint tremor in the voice indicating some nerves.

"I... guess so," he replied far more nervously and yet he couldn't stop grinning, the bull had actually called him.

"You guess so? Well that's close enough for me, I'm Steve by the way," the bull announced his voice growing more confident as he spoke.

"I... Tennyson, most people call me Ten," the canine muttered trying to hide the embarrassment in his voice.

"Tennyson? That is an awesome name, so unique and full of character," enthused the bull and the canine felt himself blushing and grinning stupidly. "Now, I was going to ask you to coffee again but then you turned that down, and rightly so, getting coffee such a lame half assed commitment. So instead, how about you let me take you out to... an event?"

"What event?" The dog asked his curiosity peaked as his excitement level grew. Coffee, well it wasn't lame and he would have accepted it, but something with more of a commitment sounded better.

"Well... I'm not going to tell you, it's something I have been really looking forward to, that I just so happen to have a spare ticket to, long story don't ask." Steve replied with a slight nervous chuckle. "I kinda want it to be a surprise, it's a bit different, well to most people."

"Ok, so when is this event? The weekend?" The dog asked, he didn't really care what it was, it was a date his first in years and he wasn't going to let the unknown stop him going out, Danny would never let him forget it if he blew it.

"Tonight, I can pick you up in an hour... hopefully, depending on where you actually are," the bull replied with another chuckle.

"Tonight? But it's Monday," Ten exclaimed, glancing at the clock to see that it was already six, and then asked the next question on his mind, "is there a dress code?"

"Yes tonight and it only happens on a Monday, jeans and a t-shirt is fine, now where do I pick your up?" Asked the bull, Ten gave him the address and was relieved to hear that he would be able to pick him up. He laughed as Steve made a joke about picking him up twice in one day.

He was glad that he didn't have long to prepare or wait for the date, if he'd had time then he would have spent all of it convincing himself this was a bad idea and figuring out a way to back out. This way he had no way to back out and no time to dwell on things, well not a lot of time. He changed into fresh clothes and headed out making it down to the front door, where he waited. It would have been better, on his leg, to sit and wait in his room, but he didn't like the idea of making the bull wait while he hobbled all the way to the front door. The less his leg was noticed the better his prospects, as far as the canine was concerned.

It was just a fifteen minute wait before a blue car pulled up beside him, the bull leapt out of the drivers side and ran around to greet him, "Hi, let me get the door for you!"

Ten flushed a little as the bull held the door open for him and even offered a paw of support as he clambered inside. The paw felt warm and strong, the bovine's thick digits squeezing his and holding on for just a moment or two longer than was needed.

Then the bull dashed back and jumped into the driver's seat and they were off. "Ok, so I guess now I got you in the car I can tell you where we are going. I got tickets to Raw."

"Raw?" Tennyson asked more than a little baffled.

"You know Monday night Raw, the WWE, wrestling," the bull replied his bouncing enthusiasm not faltering for the canine's lack of knowledge and his blank reaction.

"Wrestling? You're taking me to see wrestling?" The doubt was thick and heavy in the canine's voice.

"Yes, I won some tickets on a radio dial in competition, can you believe it, ringside seats and like a VIP package and stuff." Steve answered with a chuckle and a shake of his head he added, "you've never seen any wrestling before have you?"

"I... am not much of a sports fan," Ten replied honestly and with more than a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Well rule number one, it's not sport it's a soap opera only with far more over the top bad acting and guys beating the snot out of each other to solve everything that goes wrong in their lives," the bull explained with a good natured chuckle. "I know it sounds dumb, and it kinda is, but it's really fun too. Trust me."

"Well, ok I guess, I'll keep an open mind," offered the dog, though he had to admit he had his reservations.

"That's what I like to hear," enthused the bull with a wink that made something in the Labrador's stomach twitch. Tennyson found himself looking at his date for the first time up close. He was dressed in a grey T-Shirt with a snarling bear and Westlemania on it. However, his eye was drawn to the bull's upper arm which was positively bulging, it had to be thicker than his own thigh. He also noted something black on the blonde fur, clear lines of some perma-dye, but he could only make out a few lines.

His eyes drifted a little lower, the bull's chest was huge and expansive, as he turned the wheel and his shirt tightened the canine could make out clear, and perfectly formed, pectoral muscles. Below he had expected a trim and fit stomach, however, he found a small bulging gut instead, just enough to show that the bull liked to have fun and wasn't trying to win any bodybuilding contests.

"You like what you see?" The question came out of nowhere and Tennyson felt the raging heat of his embarrassment burning over his face, as he realised he had been caught staring.

"I... yeah I do, I mean you are in good shape," admitted the dog not adding that he couldn't help but wonder what such a burly manly male would want with a scrawny dog who could barely stand unaided.

"Ha! Tell that to my lecturer's they are all,' got to lose that beer gut, nobody wants a physical trainer who looks like he doesn't take care of himself'." Laughed the bull giving him another friendly wink, alone with a smile and a bit of a hungry look that made Tennyson feel good and warm inside. There was something comforting about the bull's eyes, the dog wondered if he was just projecting his wants but he saw no pity there, just good natured humour and something that might be lust. The bull continued to talk explaining that he was studying to be a physio and then said. "Of course being a physio that's just my backup plan."

"Back up plan? What's your real plan?" Ten asked cocking his head to one side as he found his eyes moving to the short horns of the bull. He'd seen bull's with longer horns but he didn't care about size, they were gleaming white, obviously polished and just the right size to sort of frame Steve's face, the tuft of hair between them was settled in what looked like a natural quiff.

"Oh no, I'm not telling you until after Raw, I don't share my dreams with just anybody, besides most people just laugh," The bull replied and hooked the dog further in with the mystery. "Now tell me about yourself, what are you studying and what's your plan?"

"Oh erm not much to tell really, I'm in my final year of my undergrad in bio-medical science degree, I was thinking of doing a masters and maybe even a Phd. Then I dunno, career wise work in a hospital, you know helping people, and that kind of it," Tennyson's voice faded as he spoke realising how dull his future sounded.

"So basically you are a genius who wants to be a Doctor to help people?" Steve asked putting it in the best terms possible and giving him a warm smile again. "Sounds like you are a pretty awesome guy, and so damn cute too."

Ten opened his mouth to reply but found no words would come to his tongue, he squirmed in his seat a little more as the sexy Adonis of a bull called him cute.

"I'm in my second year, myself, enjoying it so far, get plenty of exercise and stuff, must admit I find the lecturers are a bit dull, it's hard to get information passed a skull as thick as a bulls." Steve joked and Ten could actually see a blush on the bull's cheeks. He guessed that meant he wasn't exactly a straight A student, not that his grades made any difference to the canine, a nice guy treating him like a person and calling him cute that was all he cared about.

"So, wrestling, soap opera and guys beating the snot out of each other, anything more I should know before we go in?" Ten asked to smooth over any embarrassment, he could see a grateful gleam in the bull's eyes as he nodded his head.

"Oh lots, but I'll let you know what's going on as it goes on, there's back story to some of these guys going back to the nineties. Mostly it's just; boo the guy acting like a twat, cheer the guy acting like a good guy, except for if the good guy is John Cena, then you chant Cena sucks," Steve replied and then shook his head at the blank expression on Ten's face. "Don't even know John Cena, oh boy am I gonna have some fun getting you up to speed someday."

"Someday? Not today?" Ten asked trying not to let the hope show through in his voice, after all someday implied a second date, maybe even more and that the bull was definitely not thinking_'get the date over with and then find someone with two working legs_' at least not yet.

"Oh yeah, it takes some time to really appreciate the drama and godawful story telling of wrestling, just think of it like a B-movie with really amazing stunts. Seriously the athleticism of some of these guys is just fucking incredible." The bull went on smiling as he talked about a subject he loved and Ten sat back and listened drinking in the details and more importantly the energy and enthusiasm of his date

They arrived at the arena not too long before it was due to start, fortunately the VIP pass meant they had a parking space reserved up close to the entrance. Steve leapt out of the car as soon as it stopped and raced around to open his door for him and offered a supporting hand while the dog got out. Only once Ten was standing he didn't let go of the hand, instead he looped it through his arm and walked with him. With the firm bull on one side and his walking stick on the other Ten found it far easier to walk and more importantly, the bull was touching him and Ten didn't feel like Steve had gone out of his way because of his leg, he had just used it as an excuse to get closer to the dog.

They reached the arena and were shown to their seats, the large bull acting as a windbreak against the pushy crow, giving Ten the room he needed just by his presence and once again without the dog even being aware of it. The show was actually pretty good, Ten had never thought to watch wrestling before it seemed so childish and even Steve admitted it often was. Still it was hard not to be swept up in the enthusiasm of the crowd, especially the bull. The dog found himself joining in on the chants, he felt part of the crowd, one of the pack it had been a long time since he had felt like that.

Steve gave him a little briefing on each feud before each match, and while most of it was baffling, Ten did enjoy the matches. He was impressed by some of the jumping moves, and cheered loudly when one wrestler did a move off the corner post, turnbuckle Steve informed him, onto a wrestler outside of the ring driving him through the announcers' table. He had been wondering why the crowd had been chanting for tables but the answer seemed obvious after that move.

By the end of the show the dog was smiling and laughing with the bull, he had enjoyed most of the show. As Steve explained,'bad acting, terrible plots, amazing acrobatics and really fit guys; what's not to love about it?'. There was an after-party for VIP guests and the two made their way there, at Ten's pace. Free food and drink was laid on, the dog noticed the bull selected only water to drink but got Ten a pint. The canine had rarely drank but after shouting and cheering so much his throat felt a little parched and so he found himself drinking deeply.

There was a few of the wrestling stars milling around, but they were mostly surrounded by fans and Steve said he would rather spend time with the dog than elbow his way through the other fans. Ten was worried he was saying that just because he felt he had to protect the dog. However, the bull sat down with him and pointed out the stars were mostly the second string and he'd met them all before at various comic conventions. That led to a rather animated discussion on comics, the two shared a love of Deadpool and a few other things.

Before Ten knew it a member of staff was politely asking them to leave. All the wrestlers and most of the other fans had already left. Steve gave him another warm smile and then said, "well, looks like we had better get going..." the bull nervously looked at his fingers and then added, "you want me to take you home or... you could, if you want, come back to mine for you know coffee and stuff?"

The dog's heart raced and he found himself gulping the bull was staring intently at his own fingers waiting for an answer. It was clear what he wanted and Ten couldn't believe he was hesitating. "I would like that very much, it's been a really fun evening and I'm not even sleepy yet."

Steve was unable to contain the grin that spread over his broad muzzle, "yeah it's been a really awesome evening. I'm glad you enjoyed it, most of the time when I say I like wrestling everyone replies with 'really, you know it's not real, right?' Someone tells you they're a football fan you don't reply with,'oh you know the team who scores the most goals wins, don't you?' It's like just because I'm a wrestling fan they expect me to be a gull-i-bull"

"Yes, people making assumptions about you just because of one fact they don't really understand, that is really annoying," the canine replied with sincerity, though he had to try and stop himself from laughing at the terrible joke. "Now, how about that coffee?" The bull's wide grin somehow managed to broaden and he took the canine by the arm again, then led him out to the almost empty parking lot. He helped Tennyson get into the car and then walked around to the driver's seat.

As they drove back something occurred to Tennyson and he asked, "so what is your real plan?"

Steve chuckled and gave the canine a glance of approval, "well, you just kinda saw it. I am training to be a wrestler, I do a couple of evenings a week and a few shows, nothing like we just saw, just a hundred or so fans, if we are lucky, in a tiny sports hall. Oh an we fuck up a lot, but I'm learning and getting better."

"Professional wrestler, that's a hell of a dream," observed the dog and then looked at the bull, he could see a little hurt behind those eyes. "However, you certainly have the body for it." He added with as reassuring a smile as he could.

"Thanks, I'll probably end up as just a physio, but I don't want to be the guy who looks back and wonders_'what if'_, you know." The bull had a determined look in his eye as he replied. "Started when I was fourteen, me and a few friends doing stupid things in the garden. My parent's weren't pleased, but eventually I wore them down. Probably sounds stupid."

"Not stupid at all, it's really cool to see someone actually chasing their dreams. I wish I had that kind of strength," the dog replied reaching out a paw and placing it on the bull's huge forearm and squeezing it for support.

They drove on in silence for a few minutes and as Tennyson removed his paw the bull spoke again, "we're almost there."

As the car pulled over by a row of houses Tennsyon began to feel awkward, his mind couldn't stop thinking of Kurt. The pony had been so nice, right up until he found out that his leg wasn't ever going to get better, then he had told the dog he couldn't handle being with a_'cripple_'. It had hurt and he had spent far too many night crying over it, as he looked at the house the bull had pulled up next to he knew what would happen if he went inside.

"It's not getting better," the dog announced as the bull turned of the engine and gave his a baffled look.

"What isn't?"

"My leg, it's not going to get any better," the dog said unable to turn and look at the bull.

"Yeah I kinda assumed that from the walking stick, that is not some NHS standard issue, that's something a bit more pricey," the bull replied and gave him a gentle smile. "Doesn't bother me, you're a nice guy and really cute."

"How can it not bother you? I mean I'm practically a cripple?" Ten asked his breath growing rapid as his heart race.

"Well first of all you aren't, you can walk unaided, even if slow. Second, I doubt it'd bother me if you were, I may be a dumb bull but I ain't a shallow dumb bull." Steve replied and reached our a paw, gently stroking the canine's cheek and pulling his face so he looked at him. Tennyson found himself lost in the warm friendly look in those beautiful blue eyes. "I like you, now you can either let me take you home and maybe set up something for another time, or you can come inside for coffee and stuff, if you want stuff that is."

The dog couldn't bring himself to speak so he nodded he response and unfastened his seat belt. Steve smiled and before Ten could prepare himself the bull pushed forward, warm lips pressing to his. The dog stiffened up with surprise, freezing in the moment, only to melt against the warm gentle lips, returning the kiss hesitantly at first. Then his paw reached out to the bull's cheek stroking the blonde fur he moaned softly as their lips parted. He looked up into the bull's eyes once more and whispered, "I think stuff first, don't you?"

The bull chuckled softly and nodded his head, his horns tapping on the roof of the car with each nod. Then he fumbled for the handle, a few seconds later he swept the canine into his house. It was a small two bed apartment in an old Victorian house that had been converted into flats. Steve explained that his roommate was out of town for a few days. However, they were both in far too much of a hurry for the full tour, instead the bull guided the canine to his bedroom and as they entered he turned putting his arms around Ten he kissed him passionately.

The sudden kiss caught the dog off guard, but he soon began to return it with desperate need, his paws running through the bull's thick hair and down his powerful neck. Their lips parted and he felt warm bovine tongue gently stroking against his, a taste of warm beef mixed with sweet grass flooded his mouth, he let his tongue caress against the invading warmth. He gasped as the bull picked him up in his arms, his walking stick falling away as he was carried like he weighted nothing at all.

He felt himself being lowered onto the soft bedclothes and their lips parted again. The bull wasting no time to start pulling off his t-shirt, it was followed a second later by Steve's, laying on the floor in a heap as the bull knelt over the dog, his thick thighs spread across the dog's legs. Tennyson reached up, his small paws wandering over the broad chest, squeezing the firm pecks in awe as the bull moaned with growing lust. He drank in the sight of the sculpted beast above him, the warmth and firmness of his pecks and the soft round curves of a pert belly.

The bull's upper arms and shoulders were covered in tribal perma-dye marks. A horse rearing on his left arm, a bull charging on his right, on his chest he had a tribal sun and moon one on each pec. Then there was the Celtic cross over his naval, the dog ran his fingers around the sun and moon and then traced the cross. "You like my ink?" Steve asked looking down with lustful eyes.

"I... yes, I never thought much about it before," the dog replied as he continued to trace the Celtic pattern, he felt his cock aching as he looked at the hulk of a male towering above him, he flushed with heat as he added. "but, on you, it looks hot."

"Mmm just wait until you see what I have lower down then," replied the bull with a lascivious wink.

Tennyson gasped and his eyes traced down the Steve's jeans and the huge bulge sticking out from his crotch. He took a deep breath, his heart beat in his chest so rapidly that he felt lightheaded as he replied, "oh wow, I can't believe a guy as hot as you is interested in me."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and when I look at you I behold a smoking hot puppy that makes this hard and drippy," as he spoke the bull reached down and grabbed the hard bulge tenting from his jeans. The dog felt the heat growing, his body ached to touch the bull, to be held in those arms, to kiss that broad chest and feel it pressed against him. His cock had throbbed at the word puppy and his tail had wagged involuntarily. Inside his jeans the dog's cock throbbed at the thought of what the bull had squeezed and of the prospect of touching it, tasting it and feeling it inside him, making him feel full and whole for the first time in a long time.

Wasting no time Steve reached down to his own jeans, unfastening them, and pulling them down with desperate speed. Tennyson gasped as the room filled with the powerful scent of bovine musk. He drank in the scent, his golden eyes looking down to see the rather large tent showing in the bull's boxers. With his lover's attention rapt the bull slowly pulled down his boxers. The canine could not tear his eyes away from the thick meat as inch after inch emerged. Black and throbbing the cock stood out against the blonde fur of the naked bull, he could see every inch and vein of the thick phallus and his mouth filled with drool at the prospect before him. Spearlike tip, growing to a much thicker shaft rapidly and almost a foot in length.

The bull's thighs were covered in a Celtic tribal design, his blond fur making the black marks stand out that much more. Ten's paws moved and his fingers started tracing the design, the thick drooling cock forever in his vision and on his mind. He swallowed a mouthful of drool as he continued to imagine the taste and feel of that hot meat. His fingers continued to follow the lines, drawing ever closer to that wonderful meat moving onto the bull's inner thighs. Steve mooed softly above him, his voice deeper and more masculine and filled with lustful intent.

Then he jumped as two paws the size of shovels landed on his jeans. His fly was tugged down quickly and the button was popped. Steve paused and Ten had to tear his eyes off the beautiful bovine shaft waving tantalisingly just a few feet away and look at the bull's face. He could see some concern in those eyes as the bull looked down at his crotch, "your leg, is it ok if..." He didn't finish the sentence he just looked imploringly at the canine.

Ten smiled at the bull's reaction he did appreciated the care and concern of his lover, "it's ok, only hurts to walk or stand on." The words were barely out of his lips before the bovine fingers slid into his waistband and his jeans and boxers were sent to join the rest of their clothes on the floor. The bull towered over his naked body and drank in the full vision of his new lover.

Dark chocolate fur, covering a smooth and sleek frame, his hips slightly feminine and his legs spreading. The bull smiled as his eyes found the pink treat between the dog's legs, he wasn't as long or thick as Steve, but he was nicely above average. His huge paws stroked down the dog's chest, pausing to lightly tweak Ten's nipples. The dog's desperate voice cried out in a mixture of shock and lust. Nobody had ever done that to him before, there had been a slight sting and yet more than that, an electric spike of pleasure ran through his spine and made his cock throb a jet of pre splashed onto his stomach.

Those huge fingers caressed over his stomach and then lower, the dog gasped and the tried to suppress a whimper as thick bovine fingers wrapped around his cock. The fist squeezed gently and jerked slowly up and down once. The bull smiled as a glistening bead of pre formed on the canine's cocktip. His head dipped down quickly and the dog cried out with pleasure, as a warm strong bovine tongue lapped over his glans and meatus. Plush bull lips kissed Ten's cocktip and his cock throbbed hard, spraying another jet of canine pre against lips, that sucked it in, and he heard a deep moo of pleasure as the bull swallowed. Then the bull let out a chuckle, "mmm puppy tastes like chocolate," Ten opened his mouth to try and reply, no words came out just a cry of pure pleasure as the bull's head thrust down and his cock was suddenly deep inside pure bovine bliss.

His paws grabbed onto the first thing that came to hand, Steve's horns. He held on to the huge head, but he was powerless to stop his lover, even if he wanted to, he lacked the strength to hold him back. More importantly he wanted to feel those lips around his aching cock more than anything. The room filled with his cries and moans of pleasure, his legs and body squirmed as he tried to thrust, only for two huge paws to grab his hips and push him down. No lover had ever been so gentle and yet so dominant with him, it trigger a submissive side of Tennyson he never knew he had, he complied with his lover's wishes and lay still.

Of course Steve had no intention of teasing the puppy, not this time anyway, his powerful tongue lapped up and down the hard drooling shaft. He drank jet after jet of canine pre as his huge head bobbed quickly, milking the shaft, his lips pushing down so far they kissed the fuzzy brown crotch of his new conquest. He suckled firmly, his lips and tongue teasing over the shaft, glans frenulum and meatus in turn, making the dog squirm and cry out again and again. The pace of his actions growing with each passing second, he could feel the racing of the dog's heart on his tongue.

"I... ohh god.. I'm gonna," Ten whimpered in warning as he felt his orgasm beinging to take hold. His toes splayed wide as he cried out, his body spasming as his cock throbbed powerfully spraying warm canine seed into his lover's hungry muzzle. The bull sucked firmly milking the puppy cock happily, swallowing every drop and milking the shaft for more.

As the stream of cum drained to just a few drops and then stopped the bull pulled off and smiled as he looked up at the puppy. Tennyson was panting heavily, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, to lost in the pleasure and bliss of the afterglow to talk. Steve chuckled and licked his lips, "Chocolate, milk and a healthy dose of protein, good thing I worked out this morning. Did puppy like that?"

Still panting for breath the dog couldn't respond by more than a nod of his panting head. The bull chuckled and lifted himself back onto his knees, "puppy must have been really pent up..."

"Sorry, I normally last..." Ten started to explain, feeling embarrassed at how quickly the bull had made him cum.

"No, don't apologise I liked it and I wanted to get the first load out of you, so that you last much longer for the next part," Steve cut the puppy off and winked as his paws slid around Ten's waist and under his to grope his buttocks firmly as he lowered his voice and added, "I want puppy to last when I am hilt deep in chocolaty goodness."

The confidence with which the bull spoke those words made Ten's softening cock swell and reaching aching hardness in a few heartbeats. He couldn't help but grin and think of nothing but what further pleasures lay before him that evening. "Roll over for me puppy," it wasn't a request, the tone of the bull was growing more and more confident and commanding as the minutes together passed. He could sense the submissive nature of his lover and it was drawing out the gentle dominance of the powerful and passionate lover the bull could be.

Rolling to his left, to avoid his bad leg, the dog tuned and lay face down. His paws gripped the bed and he whimpered as he felt the bovine's paws grasping his hips and lifting him just a little. his cock was leaking pre onto the sheets. Then he moaned as the bull's hulking mass leaned over him, a warm kiss was placed on his cheek, the velvet fur of the bulls muzzle tickling slightly. He heard Steve whisper, "don't worry puppy, I'll be gentle and prepare you properly first, I will take good care of you."

Relief and warmth spread through his mind, his lover was showing himself to be the perfect mixture of dominant and caring. For a moment he wondered how long it would take for him to be ready to take such a huge cock, and how the bull would prepare him. All his questions vanished when he felt the bull's paws pull his pert cheeks apart. A thick digit ran over his pucker, he felt warm moist breath flowing over his pucker down his taint, as the bovine leaned over and smelt his musk.

Then the dog felt something he had never felt before, and had always wanted to feel, a thick tongue running over his musky ring. Next the bull's velvet muzzle pressed to his nethers, his tongue swirled and then pushed forward gentle squirming until the tight ring relaxed just enough for the tip to slip inside. Ten moaned as he felt the warmth of the bull's tongue pushing inside him, the tongue continued to squirm and wriggle pushing millimetre by millimetre inside him, spreading his ring slowly.

The bull moaned at the musky taste of his lover, thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper. His paws grasped the dog's thighs firmly, holding him in place as he dined on puppy ass, his tongue moving faster and deeper with each motion. Tongue swirling around as the ass relaxed around it, letting him in relaxing and stretching for the bull. A coppery taste came to his lips and he heard the dog cry out, muffled by the pillows he had buried his face into. The bull preferred the warm musky pillow of the puppy's rump, his tongue delving, again and again, pushing against the coppery tasting prostate. He slipped one paw under the canine and grasped the drooling shaft and heard another muffled whimper.

Ten cried out into his pillow again and again, his cock was aching in the bull's paw as he felt pleasure washing through him in powerful waves. His paws grasped at the bedsheets desperately as he squirmed wriggling his ass back against the wonderful bovine tongue. Steve pushed forward as his tongue delved deeper and deeper, savouring the taste of his mate's depths, the feel of his hot tunnel squeezing around his tongue.

His free paw reached down to grab his own aching cock, stroking it he spread rivers of pre over his glistening meat. His body was screaming at him to mate the dog now, to claim his new lover and conquest. Pulling his tongue out he panted heavily and got up to his knees, "I think you are ready and I know I am," he moaned as he placed himself astride the canine's legs.

"Oh fuck yes, I'm ready oh please I need to feel you inside me," whimpered the dog, his ass felt so empty without the tongue inside him. His tail wagged rapidly as he glanced back to see the bull behind him, the thick bovine cock drooling pre so heavily he could feel the warm splashes landing in his fur. The bull leaned over his lover, his huge muscular body dwarfing the lithe canine. He leaned down to kiss Ten's shoulders his paw reaching out to take hold of Ten's lacing his fingers and squeezing. The other was on his cock guiding it gently to its target.

The bull nuzzled up the neck of the puppy nipping softly on the brown fur and sighing as his cocktip pressed to the dog's dripping pucker. Ten cried out softly as he felt the warm tip pressing to his pucker, the bull licked his ear and then whispered, "puppy wants this doesn't he?"

"Yes, yes, oh god yes, I need it, oh please," cried Tennyson his inner submissive taking control and making him push back against the bull. Steve smiled and kissed the shoulder gently as he let himself thrust forward, just enough to let his cocktip inside the canine's ass.

Rolling his hips gently he made little thrust after thrust, with each thrust his cock speared deeper and shot a trickle of pre inside the puppy lubricating deeper. Steve knew his cock was thick, he knew he had to control himself or he could hurt his new lover, he learned that the hard way with his first lover. Sitting in the hospital with a partner recovering from what he did to him during an act of love was enough to make the bull a very careful lover.

He peppered Ten's shoulders with kisses as he continued patiently thrusting, rocking his hips a little faster as he felt the warmth tight confines of the puppy clenching down around him. He moaned and mooed softly into the dog's ears as he felt the canine squirming under him, the dog pushing back wantonly, trying to get more cock inside him. With each thrust Steve lost just a little bit of his resolve, and with each thrust he pushed a little harder and faster, then with a joint cry of bliss he finally felt his hips pressing to the dog's.

Steve kissed Ten's cheek and moaned as he felt the dog squirming and trying to adjust around his full footlong maleness. "Mmmmm, puppy ok?" he whispered softly.

"Oh fuck... oh yes...oh fuck yes!" Ten whimpered, he had several toy's that were almost as big as the bull, but the feeling of them inside him was nothing but a pale echo of the bliss of feeling his lover hilt deep inside him. "please, oh please fuck me." He begged his voice getting higher whimpering as he begged as only a horny dog can.

Astonished the bull could not believe the puppy was so willing so soon, wanting to bring pleasure to both his lover, and himself, he did as Ten asked. Pulling his cock back slowly until he was half out and then thrusting home much faster. Ten squirmed under him, the motions of the dog making the thrusting so much more pleasurable, the clenching of his ass around the bull's cock made him moo deeply. His body screamed at him to take his lover, hard, fast and deep.

Groaning out loud the bull thrust again and again, rearing up a little, his paws reaching out to grab the dog's hips. He pulled Ten's ass back to meet his next thrust, the smack of his balls on the dog's ass growing louder as his hips rocked faster and faster. His cock rammed into Ten's prostate again and again, Steve licked his lips, lost in the pleasure coursing up his cock, his self control ebbing away with each pleasurable moment.

Ten cried out with each powerful thrust, pushing back into his lover, his cock screaming under him, his paw reached down to grab it and he began to jerk with desperate speed. The bull above him thrust faster and faster, his hips hitting so hard the pain in Ten's leg flared, but it only served to enhance the pleasurable feelings, the adrenalin and endorphins flooding his body.

Arching his back the bull mooed loudly, and dominantly, crying out so all others nearby would know he was claiming his new mate. His hips moved like a blur thrusting his thick meat into the dog again and again, the sound of his balls slapping on the dogs wet ass filled the room. His broad nose filled with the mixed scent of their lust, the powerful scent of male rut, driving their lusts higher with every breath-full.

Ten's paw jerked his needy cock with desperate speed, lost to the pleasure of the bull cock pounding away inside him. With a cry the dog felt his orgasm taking hold, far more powerful than the first, he yelled out a wordless scream of pure pleasure as his body convulsed around Steve's thick bullhood. White jets of cum were flooding the sheets beneath them as his pink cock throbbed as he spent his canine load.

As he felt the dog's ass grow tighter than ever the bull was driven into a lust fuelled frenzy, thrusting and bucking with every last ounce of strength he had as he passed the point of no return. The bull leaned his head back and bellowed in dominance as his cock throbbed inside the dog, pumping his lover full of thick bull spunk, flooding his ass until the cum squirted out and down his taint soaking his balls. Marking his new lover, claiming the dog as his cow, his bitch, most importantly as his!

The two lovers collapsed together on the bed panting heavily, Ten found himself gathered in two powerful arms and pulled into a warm and tender embrace. Bovine lips kissed his neck, cheek and then lips and the two whispered words of love to each other. Smiling to himself the dog found himself drifting off to sleep in the arms of his new lover feeling safe and warm.

He thought back to his earlier actions, to his fear of the bull's rejection and he was glad his friend had talked him into giving the bull the benefit of the doubt. He wasn't sure what the distant future held, but that didn't matter. All that mattered in that moment was the feel of a warm powerful body against his and the rhythmic beating of his lover's heart, gently singing the puppy to sleep. The one thing he didn't think of or remember as he was held, was of his bad leg.

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