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A warm summer day was perfect for a pool party. And Donovan Worthington threw very good pool parties. Of course, that might have been because he had the biggest and nicest pool.

“I don’t know why we even consider having them anywhere else,” a woman in her mid 30s proclaimed while sipping her drink out of an expensive-looking glass. She had a grandiose air about her, the kind common among the wealthy and high class, haughty even at her most complimentary. “None of the others compare. Have you seen Carlton’s pool area lately? Simply dreadful, he clearly doesn’t have his staff attend to it at all.”

“That might be because Carlton hates pools, Sandra, my dear,” Donovan replied from his lounge chair. He was mostly in the shade under the rather fancy umbrella, drinking his own concoction. “He only got one because everyone else had one, not because he wanted to enjoy it.”

“Well, he still ought to try to keep it up a little. He’ll never be able to keep up a respectable image with such a travesty.”

“Ugh, mom, no one cares.” Sandra’s son Mark scoffed from the pool. “No one goes to Carlton’s for the pool, they go for the arcade.”

“That’s purely a phenomenon of YOUR generation, dear.”

“I don’t know, old man Winford was giving the youngsters a run for their money last time, or so I heard,” countered Don with a chuckle.

Mark laughed out loud. “Holy crap, he was! Who knew that a 75-year-old guy could be such a dance game maniac?”

“Mark! Watch your language!” Sandra scolded.

“Sorry, Mom.”

“Go easy on him, Sandra,” Don remarked lazily. “I heard kids saying far worse when I was his age. He’s showing pretty good restraint if that’s the worst you hear.”

“Well, that’s what I might expect from someone who was educated at public schools. But my Mark would never be exposed to such things at Whitman. They have a very strict policy against such profanity.”

“Suuuuure they do. Care for another?”

“Yes, please.”

“Hey, can I get something to drink?” asked Mark.

“Mark Roqueford! You mind your tongue and ask politely!”

Mark sighed heavily. “May I PLEASE get something to drink?”

Don smiled. “Of course!” He reached over to the side table and picked up a radio communicator. “Jenner, a refresher for myself and Madam Roqueford, and a lemonade for the young one.”

“Certainly, sir,” crackled the reply.

“We certainly have come a ways from the days of the bell, haven’t we?” Sandra didn’t sound like the was particularly thrilled about the observation she made. “I fear we make it too easy on the help sometimes...how can we rely on them to come running when we can call them from far away?”

Mark slapped his forehead. “Oh my gosh, Mom…”

“Hush, Mark. You don’t understand. Back in the day, if my father demanded something he would get his servants scurrying for him without the slightest hesitation. They would have to go back and forth and back again to satisfy his want, and you knew they were dedicated. We have no idea what goes on behind the scenes when we can just give them a buzz like this, they could be slacking off for all we know.”

“I don’t mind what Jenner does so long as he does his job properly,” replied Don curtly. “He’s a very dutiful butler, and I would rather he have interests beyond me to keep him well-rounded.”

“Don, dear, I know you only have the one, but you must learn not to coddle the help. They live to serve us, you know, it’s our right to demand their utter devotion.”

“And it’s also my right to treat them how I want to treat them. And I wouldn’t talk down to a fantastic butler like Jenner.”

As if on cue, Jenner appeared from the doorway between the house and the pool. A tall, well-groomed husky of fairly muscular build, with bright white and gray fur and blue eyes that almost shone, he had a very respectable air of his own. His dress was a concession to the heat of the day, short pants and a short-sleeved short, but still black-and-white as a normal suit would be, and a collar around his neck. He walked with grace and yet also with purpose, one hand holding a tray with three drinks on it, not even the slightest hint of unsteadiness on it.

Sandra’s gaze was vaguely disapproving. “Dear...my butlers would never be caught in such minimal dress.”

“He’s a husky, Sandra, they’re plenty warm on a cool day. I’d rather he didn’t get heatstroke, none of us would ever get served.”

“Hmph. My servants would endure and show their dedication to their jobs.”

“And I only hope to aspire to that level of dedication one day,” Jenner replied as he bowed down to Sandra, presenting the tray to her so she could take her drink. “Your libation, madam. I hope it’s to your liking.”

“Well, he’s polite, at least.” Still not looking thrilled, Sandra nonetheless took the drink.

“Exceptionally courteous, almost to a fault,” agreed Don. “Very popular with the guests, which is another reason why I want to be sure he’s in the best of condition when I have people around.”

“You flatter me, sir.” Jenner knelt down next to the pool, offering Mark his lemonade. “And for the young master.”

“Thanks…” Mark was looking up at Jenner curiously - not for the first time, he always seemed to take an interest in the husky. “Hey, why do you wear that collar? Is that like a pet collar?”

“Mark!”

“It’s perfectly fine,” replied Jenner with no hint of displeasure. He smiled at the youth while his fingers went to the tag on the collar. “This is a particular collar worn by canines in service jobs of all sorts. For us it’s a badge of honor, a symbol of duty to others, no matter what breadth those duties might be. You’ll see it on first responders, law enforcement, service workers, anywhere where a canine is happy and honored to perform their duties. So if you see one that doesn’t have a collar, it’s probably a sign that they’re unhappy and don’t want to be there.”

“Oh, wow. I never knew that. I always thought it was some kind of, uh...well, I know that there’s some that aren’t as nice as that.”

“Indeed, not all collars are alike. The thing about these collars is that they are ours to wear as we like. You can see the design - simple leather or synthetic, without embellishments aside from our tag, which has our name and occupation. They are made to be snug but not choking, so that they are unlikely to be pulled off but don’t offer an easy grip to grab by. And you’ll notice that there is no place to attach anything like a leash, which is what most ‘pet’ collars have. It’s quite rare for a canine to be made to publicly wear an ownership collar anyway, as polite society is very hostile to that and even those who do wish to don them don’t want to have to deal with stigmas towards themselves or their chosen masters.”

“As it should be,” sniffed Sandra. “I don’t want to see those disgusting displays. You just know it’s all deviant behavior behind those things, it shouldn’t be shoved in our faces like that.”

“Perhaps. But I prefer to let others live their lives, I’m quite busy enough living my own.” Jenner stepped over to Donovan and handed him his drink. “And believe me, Mister Worthington keeps me plenty occupied with that life.”

“Oh, come, I’d like to think I’m not that demanding. True, I do only have you, so there’s that, but you do such a good job that I hardly feel like I’m wanting for another. But if you feel that the workload is too much, you can tell me.” He could almost feel Sandra scowling at him and paid it no mind.

“At the moment I can hardly claim to be overworked, sir. After all, it is just you here most of the time, and that hardly makes for chaos. My busiest days are when you entertain, such as today, and I hardly think it makes sense to hire simply for those events.”

“Quite so. Thank you, Jenner, that will be all.” With a nod and a bow, the husky returned inside, and Don went back to enjoying the heat, and thankfully getting into a conversation with a different guest.

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“Ngh...GOD, I am so glad that’s over.” Donovan flopped onto his bed, looking supremely worn out. “If I had to spend any more time around those people I would flip my lid.”

“Would you like me to draw up a bath for you, sir?”

“No thank you, Jenner, I think I’ve seen enough water for today. I do think I need some extra relaxation, though, if you wouldn’t mind preparing that. And just Donovan or Don, please...”

Jenner smiled and nodded. “Of course, Don. I’ll be back shortly.”

Don merely nodded and sank back on the bed, slowly removing his clothing, not that he had terribly much to remove. He didn’t like these parties very much, mainly holding them out of some sense of obligation - after all, he was invited to them, and he had the means to reciprocate. Such was the upper-class life he’d wanted to reach, and though he was more ‘new money’ he still had enjoyed the thought of a more luxurious and classy atmosphere rather that something more eclectic like others his age. It was something he’d worked pretty hard to achieve...true, there had been an element of luck, but whether they admitted it or not, all of them were lucky to have their fortunes in some fashion.

The reality of it simply wasn’t meshing with his expectations. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy living an easy life, it would have been silly to think that, but high society? Drudgery. The reality of it was that rich people of that type were boring as HELL. They talked about two things: themselves and other rich people. Anything else that they might have talked about ALWAYS came back around to those two things. Current events, it always came back to their opinion and how they knew better than everyone. Sports, they wouldn’t care at all about anything that didn’t personally affect them. Science and technology, holy FUCK it wasn’t even worth bothering. And Don would rather shoot himself rather than engage them in politics or other hot-button topics like that. It was like high society existed purely for the purpose of talking about high society.

And the snobbishness, that was even worse. Don could not STAND Sandra Roqueford, it was purely because she had influence in high society that he couldn’t really avoid her, but she was such a bitch it almost made him ill. One had to be polite to avoid getting a very unpleasant reputation, but he was sorely tempted to get it just to have the chance to belt her one. She was the worst kind of rich, the kind who never had to work a day in her life and still felt entitled to everything, who had never known hardship in the slightest and looked down on those who struggled as if they were somehow unworthy of life. Don couldn’t exactly claim to have had a harsh life before he made it big but he at least grew up no better than average, knowing that money could be sucked away from you in an instant by some disaster that left you in a huge bind...he didn’t take it for granted, and didn’t want to ever adopt the kind of attitude she had. Her comments about how he treated Jenner especially made him bristle...her staff must have been walking on eggshells constantly, that was no way to live.

And the sad part was, she wasn’t even the worst of them. The unfortunate truth was that high society was full of rich assholes. He’d used to think that a lot of ire directed at the rich was based on jealousy, but these days he thought every bit of it was deserved. Maybe he couldn’t exactly say ‘eat the rich’ without putting his own head on the line, but he knew where his sympathies lay.

Jenner was his refuge. He didn’t actually feel he needed an employee of any sort, but it was convenient to have some extra help...he’d hired Jenner largely for his attitude, and it proved to be a good choice. Canine butlers and help were popular, being inclined towards loyalty and honorability, so it was a good outward image to present, but he liked Jenner more because he was clever, he could get shots in subtly at the haughty jerks he had to host. He could be the most courteous, dignified, and respectable gentleman when he had to be...but when the two of them were alone, it was like being with ‘one of the guys.’ He was casual, he would listen to and commiserate with Don on high society, and they could talk about things other than rich people. It was like a connection back to the working class, back to his roots, and he valued it greatly.

He knew others would think it scandalous, but hell, if they cast him out it would almost be a favor. He only really stayed because he wanted to serve as a better example for the younger generation...they showed more pliability than their parents. But if he was forced to make a choice between high society and Jenner, the choice was obvious.

Of course, there was another reason he enjoyed having Jenner around.

His face flushed a bit as he crawled over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. Listening to Jenner’s explanation of collars to Mark earlier had been fun, someone talking about something other than high society for once. They probably thought he knew all about them because he was a canine, as if that was universal knowledge for them...they probably couldn’t even fathom that he knew by personal experience. The collar he pulled out of the drawer fit the bill of an ownership collar almost to a tee, it was studded, easy to grab, had a loop on it for attaching a leash, and the tag that adorned it merely read ‘BITCH.’ And it was most decidedly NOT sized for a husky anthro.

He slipped it around his neck and latched it on, and almost as if on cue, the door opened again. Jenner was standing there, his attire and demeanor entirely changed. Gone was the smart suit coat and shorts - instead he was wearing a leather harness that covered exactly nothing important, showing off his impressive musculature quite effectively and displaying his big, thick tool to Don. And where he had been easygoing and deferential before, now he had a clear air of power and authority. He grinned widely as he stepped forward, bringing his hands out to Don’s neck...in a swift moment, a leash had been snapped onto the collar, and a quick tug imparted the human’s status on him immediately. “Hop to it, bitch. Hands and knees, worship my cock. Quickly, or you might just get that mouth of yours knotted.”

Blushing deeper, Don did as commanded, hurrying onto all fours and facing the pointed staff in front of him. The pungent, oily musk hit his nose, sending a thrill through him as always, and he quickly started lapping over it, his tongue slurping along the surface and drawing that musky scent and taste into him. A muffled moan escaped him as he quickly worked his way into sucking on the tip of that cock, one hand reaching to fondle the husky’s balls and knot, the other desperately holding the edge of the bed for support.

“Hrrr, yeaaah...getting into it nice and quick, aren’t you? Greedy little cockslut, bet you’ve been chomping at the bit for a taste of me, haven’t you?” Such a powerful voice, almost ringing in Don’s ears as he slurped over that tool. He couldn’t really respond, but a response wasn’t necessary, Jenner and Don both knew the truth already. The human’s actions were more than obvious about his wants and needs, as was his own drooling dick making a mess on the covers. Those were treated, and would be easily washed, but until they were the scent of sex would linger nicely on them.

It didn’t take long for Don to start working the cock past his mouth and into his throat. Quite fast, but he had more than a little experience with deep-throating Jenner by now. He couldn’t get enough of that fat shaft stretching his throat, a slight ache overcome by the raw pleasure of being used and overpowered like this. His bobbing and dipping threatened his balance briefly, but the hold on that leash stabilized him and helped him keep himself in position as he worked himself further down the canine cock. And he also moved his hands to the furred thighs of the dominant dog, which helped even more.

And then Jenner threatened to throw him off anyway by bucking a bit into his mouth, sending the rest of that meat surging into his throat, lips meeting that bulging knot. Don moaned louder, not in protest but pleasure, encouraging more of that rough treatment as he relaxed for Jenner and starting humming and swallowing to stimulate the husky’s dick with as much energy as he could muster. There was an even better offering coming up, and he wanted it more than anything else he could imagine in this world.

“Hahh, good work, bitch, keep it up, it’s coming soon…” Jenner’s thrusts became somewhat more vigorous, knot smacking against the human’s face with more force now. Despite the earlier threats, there was certainly not enough intensity to even try to tie with Don’s mouth, not that he believed it - it was a fun threat, but he simply couldn’t open up wide enough to accept that in without considerable problems arising, and both of them knew it. Maybe someday they could work up to it, but for now, they contented themselves with what could be handled. Don certainly hoped it would be possible at some point in the future, it would make their sessions even more wild and fun.

Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with it at all...he brought one hand unsteadily to the base of Jenner’s cock, squeezing underneath the knot and getting a hiss out of the husky. He knew how sensitive it was, especially to pressure, and he kept teasing the bulb with that hand, squeezing underneath it and around the bulge itself, only tensing for a moment before releasing and playing with another part. He could hear Jenner panting above him, a clear sign that he was getting close...and his bucking got harsher still, the precum leaking out copiously and dribbling down his throat. Throbs from that pole warned him how close his master was, and he barreled headlong into it, clenching hard on that knot and eagerly awaiting the pasting he so wanted.

“Ah!” Jenner’s shout wasn’t that loud but it felt so much more powerful than the volume suggested. A thick, heavy gush of salty semen burst out of the tip of his cock, just as Don was pulling back, letting the human taste the full flavor of his essence right away. He started to give quick, jerking thrusts into Don’s cavern, smearing the surface with his seed and shooting it alternately down his throat and onto his waiting tongue. The human swallowed as much as he could, but the unsteady rhythm forced some of it out of his mouth to dribble down his chin and slap wetly onto the bed. His moans were deep and heavy as he got more and more of that canine seed inside him and on him.

Soon there was more on him - Jenner pulled out with a grunt and yanked the leash to make sure Don’s face was right in the path of the last few shots. Don could only close his eyes and let his face be painted with white streaks, some of it getting on his neck and chest as well. It felt warm, sticky, slightly gooey, and he loved it...good thing, because it wasn’t coming off for a while. When Jenner was done, he had quite a fair bit of white on his face and in his hair, a clear contrast to the red that came from the deep flush he was sporting.

“Proper look for a bitch like you,” Jenner cackled, with a sharp edge to his voice that make Don’s heart skip a beat. He motioned for the human to turn around, which Don did without hesitation, spinning with his ass raised up in offering to Jenner, and scooting forward on the bed as much as the leash would allow to let the husky mount up on top. A moment later he felt that weight on his back and the tip of that cock wedge into his ass, readying itself for entry. “Heh...gonna fill you up right, make sure you’re leaking my seed for days.”

Don couldn’t get enough of the dirty talk...it was so much part of what made this so good for him. He hadn’t hired Jenner for this - it wasn’t until after the canine entered his employ that he’d stumbled upon the websites that had revealed his affinity for this kind of thing. And it hadn’t taken too long for him to discover that Jenner’s tastes were complimentary - though he hadn’t broached the idea, he could see Jenner’s net history as well and encompassed several similar sites, in fact a couple overlapping ones. It had been a bit of a risk, but he’d taken the chance to ask Jenner if he wanted to realize his fantasy with him...and now here they were, making it a regular thing. This might have kept him humble more than anything else - the knowledge that he was very much a bitch to his servant, the one deferring to a master, reminding him that position wasn’t just a matter of money. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A contrasting pair of forces starting working on him, as Jenner put one hand on his shoulder to push him down while the other pulled the leash upwards, raising his head as his chest was lowered. The cry that rushed out of Don’s mouth as Jenner thrust in was even louder as a result, coming out into the open with a real weight to it as he was stretched out hard. He loved when Jenner didn’t go in easy...they’d spent a good few months working up to the point where he that thick staff could ram in without any prep to his ass, only his saliva lubing up the dogcock that owned him. Sometimes Jenner went easy on him, when things were going badly for him and he needed some tenderness...but, after a day around hoity-toity haughties, nothing did the trick for Don more than being used with wild intensity.

Don’s legs spread a bit unconsciously as Jenner began to pound away at him. The canine was in his own little slice of heaven, moaning and panting hard above him...he’d been just as happy to have his secret fantasies realized, and Don knew he enjoyed these indulgences just as he did. It was incredible how quickly he could go from servant to master, and Don had needed a bit of practice to do the inverse for him. Despite the roughness of his language and treatment, though, there was always a caring undertone to his actions - Jenner never failed to make sure he got all the bliss he could handle while in control, and never did anything that Don wouldn’t have wanted to do. Any reservations that he’d still had in their early rounds had long since evaporated, he had such a deep trust in Jenner that he felt totally secure with that collar on, maybe more secure than any other time in his life.

Long, deep strokes spread Don so wide, then let him relax just enough to make him feel the stretch all over again. Jenner knew all sorts of ways to fuck him - everything from bitch-in-heat to passionate tenderness was on the table. Don loved this slower but more forceful pace a lot, it felt truly like the husky was imposing his will on him physically and every thrust smacked against his prostate, giving him a bolt of ecstasy that built upon itself slowly and continuously. He could feel the leaking from his own cock, flopping underneath him and splashing his stomach when it would smack against him. So close, he could feel that tightening in his balls, telling him he was about to blow.

Just as he reached that point, Jenner changed his tactics. Suddenly he was ramming in quick and hard, barely pulling out more than a few inches and slapping his knot against that clenching hole. The sudden rush of power and stimulation pushed Don easily over the edge, and he cried out louder than before as he started to shoot on the bed...the leash was pulled a bit more, raising his head further to cry out his rapture freely. With each pulse he felt that bulging flesh smack against his hole harder, trying to break through...he would have relaxed for it if he wasn’t in the throes of uncontrollable ecstasy, all he could do was hope that Jenner was able to get inside him and get the pleasure his master deserved.

Just as he felt the pleasure start to flag, Jenner slammed hard into him and Don’s ass yawned open to take his knot inside, hugging it tight as it locked itself into him. His orgasm flared back to life briefly as he felt Jenner’s hit as well, pleasure cresting with the furious strain and the sudden rush of thick canine cum against his walls. Jenner let out nothing more than a restrained moan as he went through his ultimate high...composed as usual, but Don was sure he could be so much louder, he wanted one day to get an unfettered howl out of that husky when he came. Hearing that primal sound as he was claimed would be such a wonderful experience. Not that he could complain about what was happening now, as even with his own fading orgasm, he could still feel his heart racing and his contented body was still pushing back into that knot, trying to milk more of Jenner’s fluids out of him and into his own body.

He felt the leash go slack, letting his head bow down, fast enough to see two furry arms wrap around his body. Jenner held him close to him and rolled them onto their sides, his knot still held in the tight embrace of the human’s ass, unlikely to release for quite some time. Don was spent, but he couldn’t have been happier about it...that had definitely been the best comeback to all that stuff from before. Being brought out of that highbrow sludge with a nice erasure of status, placing him below an ostensible servant, was the best escape from the stresses of high society. With a hum of relaxation and contentment, he pressed himself back into Jenner, loving the feeling of his fur against his own bare skin. “Thank you, master…”

“‘Twas my pleasure,” Jenner replied, softer but still with that powerful tone that left no doubt he was in charge. “I know how you love this, and it feels good for me to let loose, too...something we both could use.” He snickered a bit as he rubbed Don’s stomach, feeling the firmness inside from the thick shaft still embedded within. “Hm, why don’t we make a weekend out of it? I already know you have a clear schedule, so we shouldn’t have to worry about interruptions. Just you, me, and the leash...”

It didn’t take much to get Don to nod in total agreement. They’d talked about this before, spending a couple days as the bitch sounded enticing to him, almost like a vacation from himself, but opportunities had been scarce. If they had one now...he smiled, already thinking about what Jenner could make him do during a full two days in control. Certainly, the stories he’d read and pictures he’d seen could be inspiration...and he hoped Jenner wouldn’t hold too much back. After all, who knew when he’d get to be master for such a period again?