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How did I get here?

You're probably wondering how did I get here? Was I always a zoo? It's hard to say. At first I always thought of myself as just another typical gay guy. I love science-fiction. I appreciate music of the 80's and tend to stray away from substance abuse as I've seen too many of my colleagues fall into that trap. Never had much luck with guys. I guess I was always too independent and too self-sufficient to even care about getting involved in something more permanent. Mike knew me from our school, and he quickly realized that. He never pushed me towards any men even though he knew a few guys I would probably get along... Well, more or less. He respected my need for loneliness and for the feeling of being on my own. Anyhow, it's hard to say when did I realize that I like company of animals – more particularly dogs rather than people.

I always had contact with them. Even when I still lived with my folks, we had some animals. Either dogs in the yard, cats on the inside or we took care of an injured hedgehog and so on. And just by being with them, and watching them, I realized that I find that their company feels a lot better than being around my fellow humans. They don't judge you by your looks. The don't make a fuss for not making the bed, not brushing your teeth if you don't feel like it, as long as you keep them company and accept them the way they are - it seems enough for them. The only thing that's important is that if you are good to them. If you love them as they are and for what they are, accepting them as they accept you. I guess in some way, it was Mike who made me realize that perhaps this is my way of life. It didn't come easy, and neither did the realization feel right at the first moment.

I still remember when I first came to his house after they've moved in. When they came back to town after his wife has lost her job in a larger city, Mike took over the responsibility, and brought their family to his home town, and started running the Vet Clinic in which we all work together now. Katherine had difficult time. She couldn't handle the fact that all of a sudden she has lost everything she worked so hard for, and I guess I understand her. Who can blame her that it all changed her behavior for some time. If I'd lost my dogs and the job at the Clinic, I would probably end up devastated just as she did. But the whole industry started to get worse on her end and there were no alternatives. They didn't have much of a choice and seeing how it all worked out, I guess Mike made the best decision he possibly could.

It was then. I met Brutus – their charming and lovable Malinois Belgian Shepherd. Super friendly but incredibly strong and eager for fun pup, which was with their family ever since he was a little puppy. It was the idea of their son to have a dog, and knowing Kathy and Mike, I knew that most likely they were incapable of saying no. Mike always loved dogs and since being a vet – he knew that even though the dog would end up as more of their responsibility rather than their boy's, he agreed without hesitation. And I must say that the dog has become a friend of mine as well. It didn't all go down into having sex with him at first. He was very playful and energetic animal, with loads of strength and need of attention. Some of it he of course received from his family, but when he has come of age, he started to be sometimes a real menace. The carpets and the furniture needed constant repairs or even changes if he got them too worked up. That is they needed to do it until I showed up.

The dog took immediate liking to me in a way, which couldn't pass unnoticed by Mike's family. Brutus started to be incredibly protective of me, and needed to express it on every possible occasion. He constantly required my attention, each and every time I was at their place, and didn't leave my side even for a moment. And since we started our common business – I was a dog trainer already by then, though just an amateur – so I became a frequent guest at their new house and as a result the dog had to be nearby every time. It's not that he stopped listening to Mike or Kathy, but he was indeed unusually bonded to me even though I wasn't the actual part of the family.

And there were times that when he was left alone for too long, the dog started to be anxious, nervous and in the process – also destructive. Every time they have noticed something like this – I was their man. Of course Mike had his ways of handling the dog. Then again, there were just short term measures, and only my presence helped for prolonged periods of time. You're probably wondering was it Brutus to have been the one who actually discovered the fact that – well I prefer dogs as sexual partners. Partially yes – his interest in me was in a way sexually driven, though we didn't realize this immediately. It was a night out for Mike and his wife, while I was asked to stay over because Brutus had some of his anxiety issues again. He calmed down immediately, as I showed myself at their doorstep, and whilst the house was empty – their son was on vacation at his grandparents – I decided to take some Blu-Ray movies and watch them as I was staying with the dog.

Whatever I chose didn't work. I couldn't keep my mind on anything that was taking place on the screen and soon, I lost interest completely. I was sat on their couch, the film was still running, and I had no idea what to do. Mike and Katherine were at a wedding of her cousin, and were to come back early the next morning, and since it was the weekend – I had nothing else to do. So I decided to take Brutus to the backyard and toss him the Frisbee. He always liked running, and the evening chill with a bit of an exercise might get my mind settled and focused on one thing for a change. He seemed to also be eager for some fresh air, as he immediately followed me to the terrace, and off to their freshly cut, soft grass in the yard. We played for about 15-20 minutes before all this running had us both feel worn out. I offered him a bowl of water, and he drank it happily, as I looked at the darkening sky, wondering if the night will be as peaceful and warm, as it was at that moment. Brutus came back to me, and slid his mighty head beneath my arm, as he used to do that, and that was a signal for me, to cuddle his strong warm body. He was an affectionate dog, but he only wanted me to hug him in this way. He didn't even want that with Mike, though he was the leading male in the family.

“What is it boy?" – I asked as I held him standing next to me, still panting heavily from all the chasing he did, while he calmly gazed at something in front of him. I couldn't figure out what got his interest, but when he finally lost it, he once again focused on me. He came up to me and started his licking my hands and after a couple of moments, he moved over to my face. I can't say it was all unpleasant. In fact, dog affection is the one of the best among all animals I've come across in my life, and I've known my share of different animals who showed their love for their masters in a variety of ways. He kept working on me until he started sniffing my pants, and his interest really started to make him move even closer. “Hey, boy. This is not the place you should be interested in" – I said but he just wouldn't move over. He started licking at me, and I stood up, to move away. I didn't like the concept of having his marks all over my crotch. It worked but not for long, as he came for more just a couple of moments after. Then I saw it. His cock started showing out of his sheath, dripping warm drops of transparent fluid, and I saw that it started to grow. I couldn't get it why the dog would suddenly get interested in me in this particular way. He wasn't violent or by any means aggressive, but he kept on insisting I gave up to him.

When I thought about it, the first idea felt sick. I mean – humans aren't supposed to have sex with animals. The knowledge about canine anatomy was no mystery to me, and I perfectly knew all about the copulatory tie. I haven't ever searched the web or any other sources on how this works between humans and dogs, as I simply never regarded them in this way. I wasn't sure what to do to get him away, and tell him off. Nothing seemed to work, and he just kept coming back. I finally gave up, and knelt next to him, allowing him to move closer. I thought – what the heck? I can give him a hand job since he looks so horny. And I really went for it. I grabbed at his sheath, and allowed him to work the rest. He immediately picked up the idea, and started lowering his hips, bucking them against the palm of my hand and soon his entire length emerged. It also started to swell rapidly, and before I knew it, I could look at his fully erect manhood in it's entire glory. And man was this tool large. He must have been one of the most hung dogs I've ever seen – not that I've had the chance to witness too many prior to that occasion, but that impression hasn't changed even now, that I have seen and had a lot of dogs after him. I sat on the grass in Mike's yard, and held Brutus' cock in my hand, allowing him to shoot over my leg. Good thing I wore shorts that day. The dog sperm kept flowing from below my knee, and before I knew it, my whole calf was covered in it. It was hot and watery, and in a way, I started enjoying the feeling. I used to be cum whore actually. I loved it in every quantity from any man I could lay my hands on, and looking at my hair, covering my leg, as it got wet and sticky to the skin, it started to turn me on. Maybe it was also the smell of it. It was heavy, musky and incredibly intense, in a way that I couldn't resist, and it all started to work on me.

Before I knew it, I took the chance and as soon as he turned his back, with my hand still firmly holding his mighty, hard knot, I placed my face behind him to taste it for myself. The cock that filled my mouth was so hot, and watery. The salty-sweet taste of his sperm actually felt good, and I no longer felt it was anything wrong. I looked at his large balls just above my fingers which I had wrapped around his swollen knot, and the thought that they created those tasty and voluminous amounts of dog sperm, started to work on me. I was hard before I knew it, and Brutus didn't seem to mind the fact that most of his manhood was buried deep in my mouth, covering my throat with his sperm. It took him couple of minutes to loose interest, and to signal he wants to move off, so I took my time with him before I let him go. Afterwards, the monstrous dick kept swinging below his belly, still shooting the remainder of his seed onto the ground, as I tried to savor the taste and the incredible feeling I have just experienced. The next thing that came to my mind sounded absolutely insane even in my mind. I figured that he'll be ready for more, and soon would come begging for another go. I knew that – considering that neither of us was really able to get laid in quite some time – we might help each other out. He needed to fuck something, and I longed to be fucked very badly for quite some time. I never liked dildos and stuff, so I couldn't get to satisfy my need without a real dick. Well, the only willing one in this town – apart from couple of weirdos, I didn't really like – was the one that belonged to Brutus. And what could go wrong? We're alone, the back yard is completely shaded with high and non-transparent fence covered with vines and bushes – no one could see us.

The idea grew in my mind very quickly, and once more, before I started logically overthinking on the matter, I already took off my clothes, placed them on a bench that stood next to the edge of the terrace, and assumed the – supposedly desired position, right outside the range of the terrace door window – just in case any of them would return at a bad moment. Brutus came over me as he quickly saw my actions, and started sniffing at my butt. He seemed to be interested. He licked my balls and then moved over to my hole. Not once he actually seemed to lick on the inside, as he pressed his muzzle to me, and it seemed that he tried to see if I taste appropriately. I wasn't sure I did, but I was about to learn a lot more whether it was just the taste, that suited the stud. He climbed on my rear, and grabbed me with his front paws with a firm grip, and I felt his claws digging into my skin. It didn't hurt, but I somehow knew that he will certainly leave marks. It didn't matter. A second or two later, he was already sliding his growing dick into me, and I immediately felt as all of barriers that were in my mind, disappeared in an instant. He started hard fucking whilst I gave up my body to him, allowing him to take me anyway he wanted. And he did. The sharp pain when he slid his entire length into me, pressing on my insides was actually the very thing I needed that day, and nothing else mattered.

He grew hard and fast, and it didn't take Brutus long to tie me with his monstrous knot. It started opening me up and in response, following my instinct, I lowered my upper body, to open up even more for him. He thrusted against my ass even harder, driving his dick deeper into my innards, and that gave me immense pleasure. I felt his knot stretching me as it reached its maximum size, and the shaft moving inside as it got longer and thicker with each pulse. And there it was – the feeling of his hot, salty-sweet seed shooting into me, and filling me up. I have never felt any man seeding me before. The sensation from receiving this from a dog, was incredible, and I remember I started to quietly moan under him, as he stood above me, panting heavily from the pleasure that my body gave him. He continued impregnating my intestines, as I felt the pressure of his massive dick still firmly locked in my ass, making me feel as if it was meant for it. The sensation of complete release as I offered myself to the dog was overwhelming, and it brought up a thought that perhaps for the first time, I feel complete. Allowing a dog to fuck me as if I was his bitch, and to fill me with his sperm, while his knot and cock pushed on my insides, causing that unique sense of pain and pleasure mixed together, made me feel good, it was beyond measure. I couldn't even keep count, but I had experienced at least couple of orgasms ever since he tied with me. I was totally dominated by this magnificent animal, doing the very thing I taught people not to do when having a male dog, and it actually felt great. It most of all felt right.

I'm not sure how long it took, before we were finally able to separate from each other, but neither of us rushed that part of our mating. When the knot was finally a bit softer and ready to slide out of me, I felt again the incredible pain that followed, and the pleasure that appeared a second after. His shaft started to slowly slide out of my ass, as I felt the great volume of dog seed running down my ass cheeks and my legs. Gods was this a hot feeling. I looked behind and saw his mighty cock between his tighs, still dripping fresh cum. I was tired and spent. I laid myself down on the grass, not minding that I was completely naked in my friend's back yard, after being penetrated by his dog. All I cared about was to think on the feeling inside me. The emptiness the dog left in me, and the sensation of being fulfilled as he took me as the bitch I turned out to be for him. Nothing else mattered at this time. And then, Brutus has done something that I have perhaps never expected. He came up, and started to gently lick between my butt cheeks, cleaning me from the seed he had left in me. I slowly raised my butt a bit higher, and he moved to my wet legs and balls which were also covered with his fresh semen. His soft, warm tongue worked miracles on me, and I have never had this much pleasure from any rimming session, I have experienced before. I swear. And I had my share of those too – but when Brutus did it – no one else could do it so well.

It took me more than half an hour to regain my strength and stand up, and during the entire time, the dog kept watch over me. I picked up my clothes and quietly moved to the downstairs bathroom to clean my ass. I was cautious enough to dry myself with paper towels which I flushed down with the remainder of his seed that I managed to let out of my insides, and finally was ready to get dressed again. My bad is that I didn't close the bathroom door, and Brutus picked up the sounds I made from the kitchen where he went to have a snack, and entered the bathroom. Seeing me still naked, he immediately went for it, and jumped at me, to fuck me again. In the last second, I managed to save my head from hitting the hard surface of the sink, as the dog grabbed my sides, and started to move his hips towards my ass. I tried to move, but Mike's downstairs bathroom was small and didn't have enough room for me to make too much space for myself and to stand up – which gave the dog enough time, to go into the full fucking motion. He fucked me relentlessly and after couple of seconds, as he pinned me down with his weight, so I had nowhere to go and nothing else to do, but to allow him to continue. I tried closing the door with my foot, to make sure that at least I won't be as much exposed as I was with the bathroom still being opened, and only after I heard the lock click in place, I finally gave up to the dog.

Brutus was as tough and hard fucker as he was the first time. He penetrated me harshly and forcefully as he did before, and seemed to be very determined in planting more of his sperm deep inside my ass. There was no compromise. I was his bitch right now, and I knew this behavior all too well. The worst thing was that I started enjoying myself once again, with the incredible sensation taking over me, while the dog's knot painfully pressed on my insides. It got longer and thicker, and I enjoyed that more and more with Brutus still keeping me under him, holding me with his claws, and panting above my left ear. I wasn't gonna move away, but he wanted to make sure, I'm his until he's done with me. We were tied together, with the shepherd still filling me up with his hot sperm, for another 10 minutes, and just then, I heard Kathy and Mike returning home. The feeling of complete embarrassment and humiliation, took over me. The thought of them being just two walls away, while I was being bred by their dog, made me panic. I wanted his dick out of me, but I knew that it's too large to leave early, even if I used force. I was also aware that most likely I'd hurt Brutus in the process, so it was not an option. I wanted to distract him so he could loose his focus of seeding my butt, but that didn't seem to work. I heard them speaking my name, as they moved around the house, and didn't seem to find me. “The bathroom" – I responded – “I'll be out in a minute. I must have eaten something" – I added quickly in case any of them would decide to investigate.

I heard Kathryn calling out to Brutus, but after couple of attempts, she gave up, and soon we could hear her footsteps on the stairs. She was so close and still so unaware of what I was doing. It took the dog another couple of minutes to release me from his large dick, and hell it was about time. I felt really full of his sperm already, and I knew more would probably hurt, even if he wanted to be locked in me for longer time. I quickly got up, and sat on the toiled to release all of it, and put on my T-shirt. I also got ready my boxers and shorts to get fully dressed as soon as I feel empty. I used some more towels to clean the floor, as it was literally flooded with dog sperm. Brutus also kept still shooting more of it, just standing next to me, with his fully swollen dick, still hanging from below his lower belly. I called him over and still sitting on the toilet, I grabbed the knot, forcing his entire length into my mouth, to prevent him from dripping more to the floor. I can't deny that it felt kinda good, but the priority was to prevent him from making more mess which I already tried to clean up. I waited until his dick wasn't showing before I got myself dressed, and allowed him to get out of the bathroom. Kathryn was already in their bedroom, while Mike waited for me in the living room. He took of the top of his tux, and was sat on the couch still in his snow white shirt and elegant black pants, looking at the looped Blu-Ray menu of the movie, that ended up on its own without me even knowing.

“So how was the wedding?" – I asked, trying to sound as naturally as I only could. Not sure how much he already figured out, so I decided to play dumb and act normal. He slowly stretched back, and looked at Brutus that came over to greet him, while I sat on one of the chairs in front of his flat-screen TV that hung from the wall. He looked at me, as I tried to cover my shame in miserable attempts of packing up my films, and finally decided to say something. “So how was he?" – he asked, caressing the dog's ear. Brutus was laying next to him, but watched me with incredible focus, as if he wanted Mike to know. “He was fine. We played a bit with your Frisbee in the garden, and when he got tired, I could finally resume the movie" – I said, and he smiled gently. “So what was it about? Maybe we could borrow it from you? I'm sure Kathy would enjoy a good story. She's been so worked up with the wedding and all..." – he continued to pierce me with his bright green eyes, while I wasn't even sure what to say. I looked at the movie title that was on the box, and had no idea what should I respond. I felt like those butterflies, pinned down to the box with a pin. Unable to flee, unable to hide from the eyes of my captor. My hear was pounding hard, while he continued to watch over me in a heavy silence.

“Did it hurt?" – he finally decided to lay his cards out, but his face was still and totally enigmatic. I wasn't sure what should I say, as I wasn't aware of what was on his mind. And I guess that was a first time in our friendship, that I regretted not knowing his thoughts. I could literally feel the rage that was about to explode, the tension in the room was so thick, one could almost cut it with a knife. And then he laughed. That was a belly laugh as if he heard a very good joke. “What?" – I said – “What's so funny?" – he completely took me of guard. Not sure what to expect, I sat still, and watched as my – soon to be ex – best friend, laughs at me after making his discovery. “Did you think I didn't know what were you doing in the bathroom?" – he asked lowering his voice. He seemed amused. There wasn't even a glimpse of fury or frustration. I couldn't understand. “He was panting so loudly, that even without hearing you answering our calls with your blissful voice, I was able to work out what was going on between you two" – he looked me in the eye, as I must have turned pale as the wall behind me. “But... But how?" – I asked. “Are you kidding me? I'm a vet, for Christ's sake. I know when dog is panting from exhaustion and when he's actually mating" – he continued to be cheerful and smiled on me. “So... So you're not... Not mad?" – I asked still unsure how to proceed and how to take in his reaction.

“C'mon man. If it's something that you both wanted and needed, and nobody got hurt, how can I be mad?" – he responded, and that forced even more shock into my mind. How? How was it that he was so accepting? He saw my hesitation, and moved over closer to me. He put his hand on my shoulder, showing me that he's not disgusted at me, and looked at me with a continuous smile. “I realized the moment he laid his eyes on you, that he wanted to have you for himself. I watched him interact with you and other people. He treated you as he would treat a female of his own kind. I studied him for too long, as I watched him grow. There isn't a single thing, that I don't know about this dog" – he said in a calming tone – “I also knew that you're not one of those psycho's who would kidnap him and make him his fuck toy." – he added. “I'm not..." – I hesitated as I just wanted to deny all the pleasure I had received from the dog. I always felt a great connection to animals – especially dogs. But actually to have sex with one? It had never come to my mind before today. But when I thought about it again, the feeling of this beautiful shepherd penetrating my body, and filling me up with his sperm, felt not only good as a physical pleasure. It felt right, as if I was made for this. As if I was made to have dogs to copulate with me, and as if my body was made to receive them, giving them pleasure.

“We don't have to give it a name, if it's too insulting for you." – Mike said, still openly smiling. I saw no judgment in his face or his eyes. He accepted that part of me as until now he accepted the fact that I was gay. “So you knew that we... That we'll end up like this?" – I asked, looking up to him. He nodded gently, and said – “I was actually hoping you two might get hooked up at one point. That's why I asked you to be our dog sitter every time I knew you're free. I knew what his frustration came from, and while Kathy said she doesn't want him to bring puppies had he met the appropriate lady, she never said anything about giving him a willing gentleman to fulfill his needs." – he explained. I was still a bit shocked. The feeling of this really happening started to come up to me, though I wasn't sure 100% yet, that he really meant all what he said. “Wouldn't it be easier to have him fixed?" – I asked. He nodded again, sitting back on the comfy couch, and looked ad the dog, that laid next to him. “I thought about it, but honestly I wouldn't feel right depraving him of his manhood. You know how I feel about those orthodox vet's who sterilize everything that moves. It's sort of against nature" – he offered another explanation. I was continuously shocked. “So him fucking a human is not against it?" – I asked. He winked and patted Brutus's head. The dog gave him affectionate lick on his hand. The same tongue that worked up my ass as he cleaned me after our first fuck. I felt weird. Not bad, but definitely strange. “Let's just say, that I'm as open to that idea as to the concept of two men having fun together. As long as no one gets hurt, it's all natural from my point of view" – he smiled, and got up from the couch.

I stood up, still tense and I could feel my ass opening still being sore after the rough penetration from Brutus that I had received not so long ago. The dog came up to me and sniffed at my butt, but didn't do anything else. Then he moved over and pressed his head against my hip, and I knelt down, to pet him for a bit. He was the same affectionate and happy dog, I knew all this time. The only difference now was, that for a brief moment, we shared something a lot closer than any dog owner ever could share with his dog. He was one body with me, and I was a one body with him. I accepted him inside of me, allowed him to impregnate my intestines despite their original purpose. And it actually felt right. His smell – still dog like – but no longer just another scent of a dog. There was something arousing to it. Something different, that I started to respond to like I used to respond to man's perfumes back in the time when I used to date. He did something to me. Changed me in a way I never though possible. It might sound ridiculous but it actually felt that we were connected in a very unique way. I realized that there was a spark of closeness and understanding no one else shared with him or me. And ever since that day, even though I didn't live with him, or couldn't reach him every time I needed, I knew that this sort of connection would stay.

So as you can see it was both Mike and Brutus who uncovered my feelings and certain type of love for dogs. Uncovered them before I ever could notice them. I always felt close to dogs and I could understand them better, but the moment I allowed a dog to mate with me, gave me access to a world which I had to learn from that day. And this road that I'm following, that very special path... I still share it with Brutus. And just as I left the other client's dog back with his owner, and drove off from their home, I knew what awaits. And just like I always did, I was greeted like someone really special. Mike welcomes me with a generous, honest smile, Katherine is always warm and beautiful, and their son Toby playful and curious, and then there's also Brutus. Their dog, their life companion, who happens to be my special companion. I don't treat him like any other animal I am used to work with. The connection between us, makes me feel different. I don't even experience this with other dogs, which I allow to penetrate me to relieve their urges. Brutus is like someone that I personally know, and someone who I really, really care about.

“You two ready?" – Mike asks, as I come through the front door. “Yep" – I respond shortly, smiling as we shake hands. There was never even a shade of change in our friendship. Mike accepts me just the way I am. We still grab a beer after work, we invite each other for a barbecues and visit each other or provide help in case the other one of us needs it. And he doesn't seem to mind, that probably his own dog loves me more than he loves him or his own family. He doesn't care that every now and then, when either of us – Brutus or myself – are feeling down, it's our own companionship and closeness to each other, are those things that allow us to feel better and to return to normal. It must sound so ridiculous when you read this now. And on some level I'm aware how stupid this might sound even now, when I read these words. I guess I just don't much care. If you think that it's the sex that brings me and Brutus together, and is the only thing that keeps forcing us to come back to each other, then you are very wrong. It's more than sex, and honestly it's way beyond it. The moment when I can simply lay on my fluffy carpet covering the floor at my place, with Brutus laying next to me, and when I can sleep with him in my embrace... When I can feel his breath, his warmth, and his fur touching my naked skin, it feels almost transcending. I cannot explain this. Not any better than this.

And there I saw him. He waged his tail, his eyes were shining bright, and there was that spark in them. He perfectly knows what I'm doing here. He's a smart boy. He knows the difference from between my visits to his family, and my visits to him. Apart from him and Mike, no one else sees this difference. Kathy and Toby are completely oblivious to my relationship with their dog. They think I'm taking him on a trip, to have him worked up and getting him tired. That I train him, whilst they have their home to themselves. The kid is probably too small and too young to understand. Mike will keep him away from the dog, should anything inappropriate occur. Just in case. Katherine... She sometimes looks at me with that special smile, as if she perfectly understood. Other times she asks me to brush him and take care of his claws, and warns me about his recent behavior, as if she though that I'm really just the dog trainer and behaviorist. I really can't work her out. Mike has sworn not to tell anyone. He actually offered the silence in return for relieving the dog of his urges and his temper. Who can do this better than I? He comes up to me. His claws cling on the floor, as he pants. He's happy to see me, and I'm happy to finally see him. I've been fucked by too many dogs recently, and he needs to mark his territory. He needs to make sure I know that I'm his. That he only shares me with the other dogs I'm working with. And he surely will. I can see this in his eyes. That willfulness and determination are so visible, I can almost read them out loud.

“You two take care of yourselves, and see you tomorrow" – Mike lets me know, that there is no rush. I can have him for the whole night to myself. No one else but the two of us. It's been too long – I'm thinking, when I take his leash, and attach it to his collar. The two things he won't be needing at my place, as soon as we reach my home. And he is the only dog, who I will not be taking into the fuck room, where I allow the other dogs to take me. He is allowed everywhere in the house. He can be, he can sleep and he can fuck me everywhere he needs. Just as the room, where I bring the other dogs, most of my house is soundproof, and the window blinds are so tight, that no one can see through. That's my inner sanctum. Our sanctum. The only place where he can be my partner, and I can be his. We're equals there. There is no human or dog distinction. When I pull over at my place, I immediately remove Brutus's collar, and drive through the garage. He sits on the front seat, still intensely watching me, as I shut down the engine, and get out of the car. He waits. We've been at it for quite some time. I walk around the car, make sure the garage is shut for good, and open the door from the passengers seat. He calmly leaves, and walks through the now opened door, leading into my home. He turns his head to look at me. He's aware, that I'm watching. I can see his full balls ready to get into business. We both want it... “It's been too long Brutus" – I whisper, as I immediately follow him inside.