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During the tie, I lay on my Masters chest in a state of total bliss. I was in a semiconscious euphoria, a feeling of pleasure beyond anything I had ever imagined possible. My Master was in me, his huge knot locking me to him as securely as if we were one flesh, and his shaft extending to what felt like the center of my being. He continued to pulse intermittent shots of effects laden semen deep into me. He would grunt every time he did as he made an effort to produce as much of the effect as possible, to insure his continued ownership of me. Each time, it would send me on another peak of euphoria.

Every time that I would come down a little, I could hear my Master talking to me as he held me possessively. Things like: "Yes David, I'm so lucky to have you." "I will love you forever." and other sweet nothings. He rubbed his hand through my hair, while he continued to massage the back of his knot on my sphincter, causing him to continue ejaculating deep in me.

Eventually all good things must come to an end. After an hour and a half, his knot started to deflate. Eventually, no matter how hard I clamped down on him, I wasn't able to keep him in me. As he pulled out, I cried out; "Nooo!" I felt empty, physically and emotionally.

He pulled me close to him as I whimpered piteously, wishing I was still one with him. From now on; I would live for the times when we were one flesh. He kissed the top of my head, like he was comforting a small child. "David, don't worry I will be here for you always. You will not only want me now, you will need me. I put so much of me into you and now it has been absorbed into your system. You can't help but be psychologically addicted to me now. Don't worry, you will never feel pain from it as long as you stay with me. Even before I bonded you to me, I had no fear of you ever wanting to leave. And I swear to my dying breath; I will never forsake you."

Just the words of my Master, the being that owned me body and soul, was enough to comfort me. I had never met anyone more honorable than my master, there was no doubt in my mind that he would stand by his word. That, combined with his scent, his possessive embrace and the sound of his heart beating under my head; brought me back to a state of complete contentment. I fell asleep on his chest, and slept the most contented sleep of my life. My dreams were all happy ones about me being with my Master, pleasing him and being rewarded with his love and praise. I wanted nothing more than to be the perfect pet to him.

I awoke beside my Master in the morning, my head resting on his broad, muscular, furry chest. He was so big, strong, and solid, like bedrock, the perfect foundation to rebuild my life on. My life had been lacking an anchor, I was an orphan, with no one that cared about me. I had had only ambition in my life, I had never had love. Now, in less than 36 hours, my life had become so perfect. As far as I was concerned; I had no life before this. Not only did I have my Master, who loved me with a depth that I had not believed possible, but I also had a family for the first time I could remember. Master's wife was already treating me like I was her son, and his kids treated me like I was their big brother. I had figured they would tolerate me or treat me like a pet, not like a family member.

"So, you're finally awake sleepyhead, I thought you would sleep all morning. Although, I was content to lay here and watch you sleep, you looked so peaceful, innocent and content." Master said as he pulled me close to kiss me good morning.

"Master, for the first time in my life I AM content, although that doesn't even begin to describe how I feel. I have to keep pinching myself to make sure it is real and not a dream. I keep worrying I am going to wake up back at the Firehole, and find that this was all a dream. Everything has been so perfect. I knew I loved you and wanted to be with you, but even that is growing even stronger than I thought possible. The kids seem to like me, and even more surprising your wife seems to genuinely like me. She seems like a wonderful lady, on top of that she is beautiful too."

"Freyja is a wonderful mate. She has an incredible mothering instinct, produces great pups, and when she is in season she is a dynamo in bed. Which is very unusual for a female Shep. I knew she would like you, although your comment about her beauty definitely got you off on the right foot. I'm very lucky to have her."

"I think both of you are lucky to have each other."

"Well, we can't stay in bed all day."

"Why not?"

"We have to get up and get breakfast..."

"Can't I have a liquid breakfast?" I interrupted, as I reached down and fondled his morning wood.

"You are hopeless!" Master said but his eyes were twinkling with delight. "No, first we are going to shower. Then we are going to go down and have breakfast with the family. Then I'll give you a quick tour of DC. I had Freyja pack you an overnight bag, because I have a surprise for you this evening."

"What's the surprise, Master?" I begged.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?" he said gloating.

"Can we at least shower together?" I begged shamelessly.

"Of course."

Master adjusted the water and we got into the shower. "I'll wash you first." Master suggested. He took some shampoo and washed my hair. His strong hands massaged the shampoo into a nice lather, it was so relaxing. I rinsed the soap out of my hair and Master soaped up a wash cloth, and started washing me. He started at my face and worked his way down.

When he got to my privates, he got down on his knees. He soaped up my cock and balls, and then started stroking my extremely erect cock with his left hand. With his right he used the wash cloth to wash my ass. He got it nice and soapy then dropped the wash cloth and started working his big middle finger into my hole, while still stroking my cock with his left. I was soon moaning uncontrollably as he inched that middle finger closer to my prostate. He was taking it teasingly slow.

"Please Master, let me cum." He ignored me, continuing to take his good old time.

He turned me so the soap got rinsed off from my cock and balls. He pulled his finger out of my ass and then turned me so he was kneeling in front of me. He took me into his mouth and started massaging me with his tongue. He put his right arm between my legs and reinserted his finger into my eager hole. This time he went straight to my prostate. To my surprise, he grabbed my right hand and guided it to the back of his head. I got the idea immediately and brought my left hand up by my right allowing me to completely control the movement of his head. I was fucking his mouth and he was massaging my prostate. Watching my Master let me fuck his mouth was such a high. The leader of the world was on his knees in front of me, letting me face fuck him. I knew he was a complete alpha top, letting me take charge was completely against his nature, it was quite a gift he was giving me. Just that thought was enough to send me over the edge. I pulled his head all the way to my groin as I took one final thrust into his muzzle and blasted a huge load directly down his throat. I sent the first couple of shots down his throat, then backed out so the rest shot into his mouth. I finally pulled out of Masters mouth. He rose up and shared my load with me.

"I have never let anyone take charge like that before." Master said. "In the past, when I have given oral, I was always in control, as far as anal, I am still a virgin. With us sheps, everything depends on the pack hierarchy. If you are dominant to the other shep, you will want to be the top. If you are in the presence of someone high above you, you will crave to be the bottom, even if you are nearly always a top. A good example is my second in command. He is extremely alpha to everyone but me. In the presence of most others he is dominant, almost to the point of being sadistic. But when ever we are alone together, he literally begs me to take him. It is the only time he has any desire to be a sub. Since I don't have anyone dominant to me I have never been the sub. But I have never trusted anyone like I trust you . Maybe I can learn to let my guard down."

"Master, you don't have to. It was definitely a nice change of pace, but I don't mind being the sub. I knew it was hard for you to let me be in control, and I appreciated the sentiment, but you were born to be my Master. When you take charge I feel so safe, secure and loved. Can I return the favor?"

"Not right now, I want you alert today, I promise I'll make it up to you tonight."

I washed him, my hands exploring all those beautiful, big muscles, as I lathered him up. It was like studying braille anatomy. Every muscle was so defined and chiseled, from his trapezius, to his six pack abs, all the way down to his bulging calves. He could have posed for any of the statues of Apollo. I massaged every tension knot out of them. With his coat all slicked down with the water you could see all the definition. I couldn't help but fall to my knees, where I belonged; in front of my Master. Looking up at him, from my position of worship, while my hands massaged his muscular legs, was such a turn on. The only thing that could have made it better, was if I could have massaged the one muscle that I desired above all the others.

We got out and dried each other off, I made sure I took extra special care of my Masters family jewels. We dressed and went down to breakfast. As I came down the steps, the boys came charging in, screamed "David" in unison and tackled me. We rough housed a while and I let them pin me. They let me up and I kissed them each good morning.

Arnold, as usual, acted as the spokesman, "Dad, can we play with David after breakfast?"

"I'm afraid not. This is our honeymoon, we are going sightseeing and then doing something special over night. We need to get to know each other better. Don't worry though, next week you will have plenty of time to acquainted while I'm at work."

"'Getting to know each other better,' is that a euphemism for screwing your brains out?" Arnold said with a smirk.

"You have always been an impudent whelp. But yes, for your information, we ARE going to screw each others brains out. I'm sure if you were a little older, that would make you jealous."

I turned a little red. I was still a little shocked that the sheps were so open about sex, even the children. As we walked into the kitchen I was greeted by mom, she hugged me and kissed me good morning. "I'd ask you if you had a good night sleep, but from the sound of things last night there wasn't much sleeping going on. From the sound of things, you two had a helluva time." she said with a smile.

"I'm sorry if we kept you up, we may have gotten a little carried away." Master said a little sheepishly.

"Don't be silly, I'm glad you guys had a good time. That's why I wanted you to go on the hunt in the first place. Woden, you needed this more than you realize, David is the best thing that ever happened to you. Being the leader has a lot of stress, having David as a companion has you a lot more relaxed. I can see that already."

"You're right as always, I haven't even thought of the office since I went on the hunt. Plus, I've been happier than I've ever been. Besides, he is a hell of a lot better than my hand. Cuter too." he said winking at me.

"He definitely is cute, I don't think you could have found a better feral if you looked 100 years." she said smiling at me. "It's obvious you two were made for each other. You give him exactly what he needs and he gives you exactly what you need. Anyone can see that. When you get back to work, you better not take him for granted."

"No need to worry about that. It is going to be hard to keep my mind on work, thinking about what I could be doing to my boy. But now that I have the government set up, I shouldn't have to spend too much time at the office."

We had something new to me called waffles with syrup, fried eggs, bacon and milk to drink. There was lots of friendly conversation, the kids were fascinated with how I lived in the wilderness. Even my Master and mom listened attentively, as I told stories about living at the Firehole.

It was soon time to go. A limo pulled up and Master and I got into the back. We toured the Thomas Jefferson Memorial, the Franklin D. Roosevelt Memorial, the Korean War Veterans Memorial, the Abraham Lincoln Memorial, the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial, and the World War II Memorial. My Master explained the significance of each one. I tried to listen, but every time I gazed onto his face while he was explaining, all I could think of was how handsome he was, and how lucky I was to belong to him. He knew his history well, the Shep's human ancestors were Americans and they were proud of it. They passed their history down, plus Master had studied the golden age of America, before it drifted down into socialism.

We went to the top of the Washington Monument and looked out over the city. I was amazed by the majestic architecture of the city. We finished off the morning by touring the National Zoo. I never knew there were so many kinds of animals. They were so much different from the animals of the Firehole, although some of the animals I was familiar with were also there. One advantage of traveling with Master was that we never had to wait in a line, so even though we did a lot we were done with our tour by 2 pm.

After touring DC the limo headed down to a place called Piney Point on the Chesapeake Bay . We drove up to the marina and got out. Master pointed to a boat tied up to the dock.

"Here is the surprise. We are going out striper fishing, among other things." He said, as he grinned lewdly and cupped my ass with that big hand, that covered it almost completely.

He introduced me to the captain of the boat, a small wiry shep, named Roland. "Captain, tell David here a little about ‘Happy Hooker' and our plan of attack."

"The ‘Happy Hooker' is a classic Bay-built fishing machine. She's 40 foot long and has an exceptionally wide beam for her length, giving her better stability and a comfortable ride. She is powered by twin 653HP Detroit diesel engines. She has all the latest electronics, a big bait well and a big cooler to keep the catch fresh. She has a well stocked galley, so food won't be a problem even if we don't catch any fish. She also has a nice cabin, if fishing is slow and you want some privacy to get in some ‘other recreation'." He said as he sized me up with a grin. "We are going to target striped bass, also known as stripers or rockfish. We will be trolling tube lures and diving plugs. If we find any schools near the surface we have a variety of poppers, and if you are really adventurous we can go after them with bass bugs on a fly rod. Why don't you stow your gear and we will get underway."

We carried our overnight bags below to the boat's cabin. It wasn't big, just enough room for the double bed. We went back up on deck as Roland maneuvered us out of the marina. We rode on the fly bridge, which gave us an excellent view of the water. I had never been to such a large body of water. I had thought Yellowstone Lake was big; it was dwarfed by the bay. We sat on a bench seat on the fly bridge, as the captain opened up the throttle. The boat picked up speed causing my long hair to fly out behind me. Master pulled me close to him, I rested my head in the hollow of his neck against his soft fur, and watched all the beautiful scenery rush past us.

"Thank you Master."

"Your welcome, but I enjoy spoiling my pet. Plus I love striper fishing, having you with me makes it just that much better. I hope you enjoy the fishing."

"Master, I can't be with you and not enjoy myself. You are everything I could possibly want. I have heard you say a couple of times that I worship you and you weren't sure you could live up to it. Well I do worship you; you're my Master, my lover and my Hero. I can't imagine how you could be any more perfect." I think I embarrassed him because he was silent for a moment, but he hugged me tighter.

Finally he said, "David, you are everything I could have wanted in a pet, although I have a hard time thinking of you as a pet. More and more, I think of you as just my lover. I am the most powerful Shep here on earth, but I feel the most important and most powerful when I am with you. When you look at me, and I see the true adoration in your eyes, it makes me feel more special than when the all the eyes of earth are on me, when I am giving a speech as the leader. It's a big responsibility being someone's hero, I'll try my best to live up to it."

"Master, you don't have to try to live up to anything, you are who you are, and that's more than enough for me."and with that I pulled his head down to me and kissed him. We kissed tenderly, there would be time later for sex, now was a time for romance. Even after we broke the kiss I continued to nibble and suck on his long pendulous lips, while he caressed the back of my head, and ran his fingers sensuously through my hair. Part of me wished this moment would never end. But soon, we reached the area we were going to fish.

When we got out to the first area we were going to fish, Roland gave me a rod with a tube lure on it and gave Master one with a diving plug.

"I've marked some good sized fish on the fish finder, get your rods out and I am going to try to make a pass over them again."

I had never used a level wind reel, so Master showed me how to let line out. We put the lures in the water and let out enough line to get the lures to the proper depth as the captain lined us up for another pass at the fish. As we passed over the area where the captain marked fish, Master got a hit. He set the hook and as I was reeling in to make sure I was out of his way, one hit my fleeing lure. It hit so hard it hooked itself. Both of us were fighting large fish, going over and under each other to keep from tangling. After a 10 minute fight Master landed a 25 pound striper, and my 22 pounder soon followed his into the boat. We put both into the cooler and dropped our lures back in the water. The captain made another pass and Master got another hook up. This time, I managed to get my lure in and I got a chance to watch my Master land the biggest one so far as I cheered him on. He boated the 27 pounder, but after making a couple unsuccessful passes over the same spot, we reeled in to cruise to another spot.

We moved to the next spot and Roland told us to drop our lines. We let them out to the proper depth and made an unsuccessful pass over the area. Roland turned us around and made another pass through and I managed to hook a 12 pounder. Master reeled his line in to give me room and I landed this one relatively quickly. We made two more passes without getting a hit and then reeled in to hunt for another spot. After another 15 minutes of searching Roland told us to get back in the water. We were tied at two fish apiece, although Master's were bigger than mine, and it was starting to turn into a friendly competition. Which wasn't surprising since we were both very competitive, hating to lose at anything.

"So we each have two, but mine are bigger." Master teased.

"You think everything of yours is bigger." I said, making a point to ogle his groin. "Well it isn't over. I'll show you how to catch fish." I taunted as I set the hook on one. My drag screamed as a huge fish started peeling line off of my reel. "See, I told you so." I taunted. Then I concentrated on trying to weather its first powerful run, keeping enough pressure on it to try to tire it but not enough to break the line.

"You don't have this one in yet, don't count your chickens before they're hatched." He jabbed back as he reeled in the line to give me room to play this monster. But despite his words he did everything he could to try to help me get the big fish in. I got it near the boat four times and each time it saw the boat, it peeled off about a hundred yards of line in spectacular drag squealing runs. I managed to weather all of them and was finally able to bring it along side the boat for master to gaff, since it was too big to net. We put it on the scale to get a weight.

"Forty-six pounds and nine ounces, wow that's a nice one, I'm going to have a hard time topping that." Master complemented, but it was obvious he wasn't giving up. We got our lines back into the water and as we made our pass through we each hooked up with twin 20 pounders, which we boated with no problems after a 10 minute fight.

It was my turn to needle him. "Well, not only do I have the biggest fish, I have one more than you too. I guess I'll have to teach you how to fish for these stripers." I said laughing.

"You ungrateful, egotistical, little feral, you haven't won anything yet. I'm only getting warmed up." He said with mock indignation, as he hurried to get his line back in the water before me. Neither of us got a fish in the next two passes over this spot, so Roland moved the boat until he marked more fish. We fished 2 more marks, each of us catching a fish each at each one.

I was still up one fish, when Master said, "This is the last stop tonight. We need to eat dinner, then turn in for the night. I still plan on beating you, you ungrateful feral."

"Just what I expect to hear from a big muscle-headed Shep, that has more muscles than brains." I said as I dropped my lure into the water and let it trail out behind the trolling boat.

Master dropped his plug in and I soon had a fish on, a nice 31 pounder. Master reeled in so I would have room to fight this fish. I boated him, so I was 2 fish ahead. As I was unhooking it, Master got his line back in the water and before I was able to get mine in, he set the hook and let out a whoop.

"YES! This is a big one, I think I've got you beat, if I can get it in."

It was a big one. Initially the competitive part of me wanted him to lose it, and then I was ashamed of myself. Why should I want to win by having my Master fail? My Master loved me and cared for me, and made me happier than I had ever been in my life, why should I ever wish him ill? "Don't let him get away, Master!" I yelled with real heartfelt enthusiasm.

This one fought similar to my big one and in the end, I gaffed it for Master. We put it on the scale.

"Forty-nine pounds 3 ounces." I read. "Congratulations." I said and broke down crying.

"Come on David; don't cry because I beat you, it was just a friendly competition."

"I'm not crying because you beat me, I'm crying because I am ashamed of myself. I am an ungrateful feral, just like you said. After all the things you have done for me, taking me into your home, making me part of your family, letting me be your lover, I wanted to see you fail. When you hooked the big one, my first reaction was that I hoped it got away, so I could win."

"Well you sure did sound like you wanted me to land it."

"I did want you to land it, after I thought about it for a couple of seconds. But my first reaction was to see you fail, so I could win. I don't think I'm worthy of being your lover."

He put his arms around me and pulled me close to him. "Well to be real honest, I felt the same way when you hooked your big one, that's your first reaction when you are a competitor. None of us are perfect; after you had a chance to think about it, your heart was in the right place, so don't worry about it." He said as he tilted my face up and wiped the tears from my eyes. "I sure don't think any less of you." He said and kissed my nose. "Besides we a have one more pass through here before were done, I still have a chance to tie you in total fish."

"In your dreams." I said as I raced over to my rod and dropped my lure into the water and started letting it out.

"You cheating feral!" he exclaimed in mock indignation as he grabbed his rod and dropped his lure into the water.

But before his lure was even halfway out, my rod was almost ripped from my hand by a vicious strike. I set the hook as best as I could, and he took off on a drag burning run, peeling out 300 yards of line in his first run. When he rested at the end of the run, I gained ground by a combination of pulling him in and Roland backing the boat toward him. I regained the 300 yards, but when he saw the boat, he took off on another run that peeled 200 yards off the reel. This run wasn't quite as powerful as the first and I was able to turn him easier. Again, with Roland's help I was able to regain this line. This time, I was able to get him close enough to the boat to see him.

"Damn David, he must be over 60 pounds. I've never seen one that big, don't let him get away."

As he said that the fish took one more, much weaker run, only taking about 50 yards this time. I was soon able to regain this and bring it beside the boat. A couple of more yards and we would be able to gaff it. I brought it up to the surface, it thrashed about wildly in a last ditch effort to escape when the line suddenly flew back at me. It had snapped. For a few seconds, the striper didn't realize it was free, it just gasped at the surface. Then, realizing it was free, it slowly sank into the depths.

Master picked up the end of my line and examined it. "It looks like your lure was all the way in his mouth so his teeth could get to the line. He must have abraded your line with his teeth when he shook his head at the end." He put a consoling arm around me, "I'm sorry you lost it, David."

"It's not a problem; it was exciting while it lasted. He was a worthy adversary and he won today." I grinned and added; "It gives us an excuse to come back. Congratulation's on winning." I said as I gave him a big hug.

"I only won the big fish competition; you caught the most, so congratulations to you too."

Roland headed us for a nearby island and anchored in a sheltered cove in about 5 feet of water. We put our rods back in the rack. "It's time to fillet our catch." While we each grabbed a fish and brought it to the fish cleaning station, Roland started up the deep fryer and started mixing up batter. "Do you know how to fillet a fish?"

"Yes Master." I said as I took the fillet knife that my master handed me. We started with the smaller ones first. When Master finished filleting his first one, he took it over to Roland so he could cook it. One fish would be plenty for all of us, with plenty left over. We finished cleaning our catch and put it in the cooler. We took the heads, bones and entrails and put them into 6 crab traps, and threw them into the water. They sunk to the bottom but were marked by a small buoy attach to each one with a short rope.

"Hopefully, those will catch lunch for tomorrow. I doubt if you've ever had blue crabs before, you're in for a real treat."

We washed up just as Roland was putting the finishing touches on dinner. We helped him carry it to the table. "I made batter fried striper, French fries and coleslaw." he said, pointing to each platter as he mentioned it. We sat down and started eating. We listened most of the meal while Roland regaled us with fishing stories. We helped Roland clean up after dinner, and then climbed up on the fly bridge to watch the sunset and digest our food.

Master sat down on the bench seat and motioned me in front of him. He unbuttoned my shorts and took them off of me. Then he pulled my shirt off over my head. "You don't need these, it's warm enough out here and with the sun going down you don't need to worry about sunburn. I think you look much better this way." he said as he grinned and cupped my package, fondling me for a few seconds. "I still can't believe that you are all mine." I immediately started to stiffen.

"Neither can I."

"I think we should give each other pet names, for when we make love. What do you think Sweetcheeks?"

I blushed. I thought for a moment "OK, how about Poppa Woody, since you're always poppin' a woody," I said with a smirk. "Some guys just have no control over themselves, their brains are in their balls."

He laughed, "Me not having control of myself, your the one who wishes I was permanently tied to you."

"And just what's wrong with that? I thought you like the fact that I worship you. Besides who wouldn't want filled with seed from the most powerful being on the planet? The sexiest too!" I said as I bent forward put my arms around him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. After a few seconds I reached down and felt his member, he was getting hard again.

"See, you're poppin' a woody again!", and with that I pulled him down to the ground. It was easy to do, since I caught him off balance and completely by surprise.

"Hey!" Master yelled in surprise as he hit the deck with me landing on top of him.

"Am I being too rough for the big, ugly, hybrid?" I asked mockingly.

He grinned, "You are going to pay for this, your ass is mine, Feral."

"In your dreams, tall, dark and gruesome." I knew I had no chance, Master was twice my size, incredibly strong and amazingly coordinated. Besides, I got all weak in the knees whenever I felt his strength. I wanted to be dominated by him. Despite that. I tried to pin him. He soon had the tables turned, I was in a prone position, face down. He was on top of me, his right hand holding my right wrist, his left hand holding my left wrist, stretching my hands over my head. His legs pinned mine, and his big shaft was running up and down my ass crack leaking precum, like there was no tomorrow. I was completely controlled, I couldn't move a muscle. His whole body was in contact with mine, dominating me completely.

"It looks like the insolent little feral is helpless against the big, bad, all-powerful Shep."

As he said this, he held both of my hands wrists with his left hand. Then he got both of his knees between my legs, and used them to spread me wide open. I tried to resist, but it was hopeless, he was just too powerful. Plus, deep down inside I desperately wanted him to fuck my brains out and fill me with his effects again. I was already hopelessly addicted to him. His right hand peeled his sheath off of his throbbing python and guided it to it's new home. I felt the head of his glorious cock searching for my hole, leaking pre to lube me up. He found it, and I was soon penetrated by his head. My ass was at the wrong angle for deep penetration, I needed to be tilted up to receive him completely. I had no choice, if I didn't tilt my ass up, he was going to rip me a new orifice. I surrendered, tilting my ass to give him the proper angle. He felt my capitulation, and laughed.

"This will teach you to know your place feral." He said and he hilted it in one thrust. I let out a howl of pain, but I knew it would be temporary, the ecstasy would soon follow. My resistance elicited a large spurt of effects laden precum, which eased the pain and almost completely erased my resistance. It was taking less and less effects for me to be completely in thrall to my Master. Every ten seconds or so he pumped another shot of it into me. He was hammering in and out of me with the speed and power of one of his German Shepherd ancestors. I felt so helpless and defenceless. Those huge balls were slapping against mine so hard that it probably would have been painful, if I hadn't been under the influence of his powerful effects. I couldn't help myself at this point, I was straining to give him the best angle for the deepest penetration. My prostate was tingling wildly from the stimulation, I knew I wasn't going to last long at this rate. It felt like my Master was trying to force his whole body up my asshole. He was getting down to the short strokes, now I could feel his knot beginning to grow in me. Soon it was grapefruit size, putting continuous pressure on my prostate. That was all I could take, I had an explosive orgasm. I clamped down hard on my Master's knot as I exploded. This brought him over the edge with me. My Master howled out his triumph and I felt his semen jet deep into me. It was instant euphoria. Despite the fact that Master's huge knot was now totally immobilized in my tight rectum, he was instinctively trying to thrust it in even further, so he could plant his pups deep in me. I would have given anything to be able to carry his pups, I would have to settle for satisfying his every sexual desire. I was drifting further and further into that blissful satisfied dream state, that Master's effects induced.

I drifted in and out of awareness. The fullness I felt from my Master's knot was reassuring, it made me know I was owned, desired and loved. I wasn't conscious when my Master pulled out of me, carried me into the cabin, and laid me on the bed next to him. When I awoke, my face was buried in his chest fur, and my right arm and leg were draped over my Master. He was on his back, his left arm holding me tightly to him, dominating me even in his sleep. That was all the reassurance I needed and I slept contentedly until dawn.

When I awoke, master was still sleeping. I was not going to be denied a liquid breakfast this morning. I slipped out of his grasp and quietly slipped down his body. I didn't have to do anything to get him hard, he was already sporting morning wood. I caressed his testicles, they felt so firm and full. I rubbed my hand up and down his sheath, delighting in the velvety texture of the short fur that covered it. I held my hand around his sheath, then slipped my tongue into his sheath and ran it around his corona. The smell and taste was male, virile, musky. My Master moaned in his sleep. I slid his sheath down with my right hand and caressed his nuts with the other. As I took the head into my mouth, I was just about ready to swoon from the assault on my senses. The combination of the musk, the gaminess, the texture and the pheromones had me light headed, and I wanted more. Just then, I felt a large hand on the back of my head.

"What a beautiful sight to open my eyes to, first thing in the morning."

I felt a second hand make it's way to my head. My Master was in full control of the situation, as it should be. He bobbed my head up and down his shaft. Meanwhile; I jerked my hand up and down the base of his shaft, trying to get him to knot up, so I could drink my breakfast. Master moaned, as I used my other hand to caress those big Shep balls. His musk was getting me hornier and hornier, I wasn't sure who would cum first. We were both racing to our climax, but Master reached his first. He pulled my head up, until only the head of his big cock was in my mouth. He then blasted copious quantities of Shep spunk into my mouth, overpowering my taste buds, his musk and pheromones overloading all of my senses. I took a swallow, then started blowing my load onto the bed, as I continued to swallow every drop of my Masters precious load.

It took us both a few minutes to recover. Then Master pulled me up to give me a good morning kiss. "Thanks for the delightful wake up call."

"I didn't do it for you, I told you yesterday I wanted a liquid breakfast. I just had to take it into my own hands, and mouth to get it. I told you, I plan on keeping those balls drained, I don't want there to be any left for anyone else."

Master laughed, "At the rate your going, you definitely won't have to worry about that. But I promise I won't screw anyone except Freyja without your knowledge and consent."

"Well I'm not taking any chances." I replied with a giggle.

"You are hopeless." He replied as he smiled and tousled my hair.

We cuddled together for about 15 minutes, then Master said. "We need to go down and get breakfast, we want to get an early start. Roland is going to try to find somewhere where they are cruising the surface so we can try to get them on the fly rods. Do you know how to use a fly rod?"

"A little, I have caught some trout on one." I said modestly

"Well if you have any problems Roland and I can give you some pointers."

We went to the galley where Roland already had the eggs, bacon, hash browns and buttered toast ready. We ate while he looked for a good spot.

We were just finishing breakfast when Roland found an area where the stripers came into the shallows. We were going to attempt to take them with fly rods and popping bugs. I could see that my Master had some skill with a fly rod, but this was something that I was obviously better at than he was. I was really good with a fly rod, that is what we used to fish with at the Firehole. Allen had owned a fly shop right outside of Yellowstone before the collapse of the United States. Therefore when he joined the tribe we had a huge stockpile of fly fishing and fly tying equipment and supplies. I had become the best fly fisherman in the tribe, since Allen had coached me since I was 6 years old. I had surpassed him by the time I was 14 years old.

The salt water fly rod was a heavier rod and line combo than I was used to, and the popping bugs were bigger and more wind resistant than the trout flies I was used to. But it only took a few casts to get the rhythm of the bigger rod. I was soon able to punch a good 50 foot double-haul casts into the wind and get my fly within a few inches of my target.

I spotted a nice striper slowly cruising the surface and punched a cast into the wind that landed 10 feet in front of him. I let it rest for about 5 seconds and when he was about 2 feet away I twitched it. With a flick of his tail, he exploded onto the popper. I set the hook and the fight was on. The 15 pounder put up a nice fight, even leaping several times, before I landed it.

"That was impressive Sweetcheeks, I've never seen anyone that good with a fly rod."

"That was all I used at the Firehole. I was the best in our tribe. In some of the bigger pools, you had to be able to double haul cast in order to get your fly in some of the better runs."

"Could you give me a few pointers on casting?"

"I guess I could give you some lessons on using a long rod, as long as you promise to use your other long rod on me later."

"That will be the easiest promise I'll ever have to keep. The most fun too."

I got up on a milk crate behind my master and guided his arm through the motions of casting. My groin was rubbing up against his ass, I could feel his tail clenching tight to cover his virgin hole. "Just relax Master, I'm not planning on deflowering you."

He grinned and said, "It was that obvious, huh. Maybe one of these days I won't be so defensive, but I've never been anyone's bitch."

"I don't expect you to ever be my bitch, you're my big alpha stud dog. I'm quite happy being YOUR Bitch." I said as I hugged him close to me and nuzzled his ear affectionately. "You're my Poppa Woody," I continued and let one hand trail down to cup his package, "and this is what I live for."

"OK. Enough of this, let's get back to casting, before I lose control, and have to fuck your sweet little ass."

"Promises, promises!"

But, despite the banter, I continued showing him the right casting planes. Then I taught him the proper rhythm for the cast, the proper time to stop his backcast, the right amount of pause to let the fly line straighten out behind him to load the rod, the right moment to punch the rod forward and the proper place to end the cast to get the best distance. I explained to him the mechanics of loop control, and how to maintain a tight loop to get maximum distance and to be able to punch the big wind resistance deer hair bug into a stiff breeze.

I saw a striper cruising the surface. I put Master through the right motions and dropped the bug directly in the stripers path. When it was 2 feet away, I told him to give it a twitch. He did and the 20 pounder hammered the bug with malice. We both gave a "Whooo" and Master was soon subduing this nice sized fish on a fly rod.

We took turns casting to cruising fish, though today there was no competition. I gave him more pointers and he was improving rapidly. It made me feel good to be able to teach my Master something useful. When the sun got too high in the sky, the stripers moved to deeper water, ending our fly fishing session.

We went back up to the fly bridge and Roland headed the boat back to the place where we had our crab traps. Out in the open bay there was a nice breeze that put a 2 foot chop on the water. We were heading into the wind so the boat was bouncing rhythmically as we cut across the waves. I was sitting on my Master's lap, I felt him growing. I turned my head and grinned. He grinned back, it seemed we both had the same idea. I stood up and dropped my shorts. I turned around and took his erection into my mouth to lube him up. Then I turned around and backed up to him. I was going to guide him when he stopped me for a moment.

"Wait a second Sweetcheeks, I want to lube you up first. Besides, I want a taste of those sweet cheeks again." He said as he spread my cheeks wide and started rimming my sensitive hole. Soon he was penetrating me,using that massive tongue to prep me for our little dalliance. That big, muscular tongue stretched and lubed me to perfection.

When he finally had his fill of my "sweet cheeks", he withdrew. I backed up and guided him into me, the bouncing of the boat caused him to penetrate me at about an inch per bounce. He was soon hilted in me balls deep, he pulled me all the way back onto his lap and hugged me possessively to his chest. He was ready to put another claim on his property. He was erotically licking my ear, like a dog would while breeding a bitch. I had NO problem with being his bitch. We didn't have to move at all, the boat provided all the movement we needed. Soon his knot started to swell, locking us together. It was soon the size of a small grapefruit. Now with each bounce of the boat, the motion massaged the base of his knot against my sphincter causing him to ejaculate. It also caused my Masters glorious huge cock to batter my prostate causing me to cum twice on the way back to the cove. I got just enough of my Masters effects to relax me, and take the edge off my desire for him.

When we got back to the cove where we had left the crab traps, we retrieved them. There were over 60 nice sized blue crabs in them. Roland soon had a huge pot of water boiling, he measured out a quarter cup of seasoning into it and dumped the first 15 crabs into it. He put a disposable plastic sheet over a four foot round plastic table that he had set up on the deck, and melted a pound of salted butter. The smell from the boiling crabs was wonderful, my mouth was watering already. As soon as they were done, Roland pulled the basket out, let them drain for a few seconds and the dumped the steaming hot crabs on the table. He refilled the basket with about 15 more crabs, put it back in the water to boil, and joined us at the table.

My Master showed me how to break open the crabs, to get the sweet delicious meat inside. He tore one open with his hands exposing all the sweet white meat. He took a fork and removed some from the crab, dipped it in the butter, and guided it into my mouth. It was wonderful! I tore one open and fed my Master a forkful. It was slower but much more fun to feed each other, so we alternated. The added bonus is it gave me plenty of time to gaze at my Masters handsome face, a sight that I never tired of. He was so handsome, so masculine, so ALPHA!

I found an especially choice lump of crab meat, dipped it in the butter and said, "If you want it, you are going to have to work for it." I said as I popped it into my mouth.

"I think I'm up for the challenge." He said as pulled my head close to his. He kissed me, forcing his big long Shep tongue between my lips. He didn't go directly for the piece of crab, instead he lingered, his tongue leisurely exploring its property, before finally claiming its prize. He pulled it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed.

"The best piece so far." He claimed as he pulled me into another deep kiss. I was putty in his massive hands, he could do whatever he wanted with me and I would be content. Even though it had been less than 3 days ago, my old life at the Firehole seemed so far away.

"Hey! I thought I was your best piece so far." I teased.

"I meant my best piece of crab meat. Of course you are the best piece I've ever had, and I intend to indulge in you frequently."

"No matter how frequently it is, it will never be frequently enough for me." I said as I pulled him close for another kiss.