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Bruno turned up the AC. It wasn't a particularly hot day, but he seemed to like it colder when he was driving, for some reason. The Rottweiler tugged the brim of his baseball cap down further over his eyes-- just another sign that he hadn't got the sun visor fixed yet. Even though he was a Rottweiler, Bruno was Steven's step dad, and he had a habit for leaving tasks half done; based on the still-broken visor it looked like he'd took a break from doing some maintenance on the car. It was the norm for the laid back Rottweiler, who usually spent more time lounging around than really putting in any effort when it came to anything at home.

He also dressed like he worked: lazy. The big Dog was wearing the kind of ratty plaid shirt and torn jeans that most teens feared being seen in only a little more than they feared having their parents seen wearing. Even as the thoughts rolled around Steven's head Bruno pulled out of the school parking lot, starting the usual 'how was your day' question-and-answer session. "So... how'd that report you and your Ma were talking about go?"

The day at school has been a typical one for Steven: just another exercise in the social awkwardness so common to teens his age. Even though most Golden Labs were generally gregarious and outgoing the breed's standard temperament never stuck for Steven. He was honestly surprised that Bruno would remember such a trifling event; his REAL dad had never taken any real interest in his school work. He provided an answer with as little effort as possible. "I, uh... got a B on it."

All Steven really ever got were Bs; his mom would have liked As but she didn't gripe so long as he did better than C's. She wasn't exactly a phone-it-in kind of mom, but she usually also did the minimum effort: she'd help him with particularly hard reports and if he was lucky he'd get picked up from school two or three days a week (he hated riding the bus). With her recently marrying, however, the teen had to get used to a lot of new things... like getting a ride home from his step dad.

The SUV fit the Rottweiler like he was born to it; the enormous vehicle exuded the same 'alpha-dog' personality as Bruno and it was a match made in heaven-- not like Bruno and Steven's mom. How did a Golden Retriever end up saying 'yes' to a Rottweiler anyway? Bruno was nothing like Steven's dad which, if the teen thought about it, wasn't all THAT bad a thing. His thoughts were interrupted as his step dad stopped for a red light. "Well... a B's a plenty good grade... right?"

Steven shrugged. "Yeah... good enough."

He realized a moment later that the Rottweiler was glancing at him out of the corner of his eye... even a half-second from his pointed, brown-eyed gaze was enough to give the teen the sensation of being appraised, "I don't see you waggin' about it, so what's up?"

Having a dad around was something novel to him, not really having the best memory of his own. He spoke with a slight tone of hesitation. It wasn't the first time his step dad had mentioned a tail; it was a constant reminder to Steven that the Rottweiler didn't have one of his own. "Well getting a B is not something really that gets me all tail wagging, I guess."

His step dad proceeded forward down the road when the light turned green, drawing his attention back to driving, but the conversation continued. "Well, what would then? You know, you're older than a pup, but you're still not really a full on Dog... you should still be waggin' a lot right now since you have your whole life ahead of you to sit and stew."

Having the larger Dog call his attention to such things started the pup thinking. What WOULD get his tail wagging? Steven was pleasant and happy enough-- he certainly wasn't like the Goth dogs who wore all black and dyed their hair all sorts of colors or got piercings in ALL different places. Despite that, as he got to thinking about it, he couldn't remember the last time he did get 'waggy'. For whatever reason a distinctive image of Holly Brown, a cute Red Setter girl who sat next to him in science class came to mind. "Yeah... I guess I do."

Bruno hrumphed and Steven grabbed hold of the arm rest as Bruno suddenly turned the vehicle, taking a street that didn't lead home. Bruno took another turn into a parking lot and eased the SUV into a drive thru lane. The teen looked out the window at the passing familiarity. The building in question was 'I SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM', a bright pink and purple ice cream parlor that Steven had only ever passed while on the lengthy school bus route

The teen glanced to his step dad just as the car in front of them pulled away from the speaker. "What are we doing here?"

The Rottweiler grinned. "We're gonna see how hard it is to get a smile on that muzzle."

The speaker interrupted any further follow up question from Steven. "Welcome to I Scream for Ice Cream. Can I take your order, please?"

Bruno spoke back at it in his 'Dog in charge' tone. "Yes you can. Two Mondo-Dippers... extra fudge on one."

The voice on the other end repeated the order back to him. "Two Mondo-Dippers, one with extra fudge?"

The Rottweiler glanced toward Steven before offering a sly wink; his attention then returned to the intercom. "Wait... make that extra fudge on both."

The youth laughed; it had been a long time since he'd found a reason to truly laugh. Although his voice had cracked more than a year prior there were still some things he said or did that still sounded like a puppy; his laugh sounded more like his mom's, and that left him feeling embarrassed. Regardless, he couldn't keep the bring expression off his face. "Really? Ice cream? I haven't had like ice cream in like... uh... a long time!"

Steven started fishing into the pocket of his denim shorts for the change he has been collecting. Bruno glanced back at the teen and he half-nodded as the speaker piped in whatever the total cost was. Once the "Please pull forward" was said the Rottweiler glanced his way. "What'cha doin' over there? This's my treat, boy."

Despite the whole treat being much more 'puplike' than Steven normally would have enjoyed, going out for ice cream was a rare one and sweetly appreciated. He tried to show his thanks by expressing the use of the right pronoun, but he stumbled over the unfamiliar word. "Thanks Br... er... D-Dad."

Bruno grinned, offering up a wink. "Well sure. If I can't treat you to ice cream now and again, how can I expect us to have some long, quality talks over a roaring round of ice cream headaches?"

The wink was the only indication that the Rottweiler might possibly have meant it as a joke; his words didn't have the usual humorous tone Steven was used to hearing when people were kidding. He offered up a smile, his tail beating against the interior of the side door as he wagged. "Oh... uh... sure."

The discussion halted as they pulled up to the window. As the SUV approached the cashier Steven realized that he knew her; it was Felicity Marvin, one of the seniors at his school. The pretty Husky was an overachiever and so she only had to attend school in the morning since she met almost all the credit requirements for graduation. She turned toward the car and smiled. "That will be twelve fif--"

She did a double take and paused when she saw Bruno looking back at her, and Steven SWORE he just saw her ears turn reddish in a blush. She smiled fetchingly at Bruno and the teen felt a pang of jealousy at the attention she gave his step dad. "Oh... um... Hi. Twelve fifty, please."

Bruno flashed her a warm smile. "Thirteen, little lady. Keep the change."

Steven began to feel jealous again, but he had a hard time figuring out the specific reason, or what to be more jealous about. On one paw, Felicity Marvin OBVIOUSLY blushed at Bruno, but on the other paw the Rottweiler rarely smiled for anyone or anything. The Husky accepted the cash, tittered slightly, and then closed the window-- most likely heading to go get the order. Steven didn't miss the way Bruno's eyes followed Felicity's tail-tip wag.

It had been wonderful to be at the center of attention of someone like Bruno, and realizing that the Rottweiler was distracted by a tail had taken that away. As Steven's eyes also lingered on Felicity's rump a whole new set of unwholesome thoughts began to invade his mind. At fifteen, Steven was still a virgin, but that didn't mean he was ignorant, and that was enough to get his tail going again. He certainly couldn't fault Bruno for having eyes.

Felicity returned a moment later with ice creams in paw and the drive up window slid open as she handed them over to Bruno. Leaning even further forward, tail still wagging, she smiled. Steven did not miss the fact that she had the first two buttons on the v-neck of her blouse undone; even from his side of the hummer he had a really good view. Despite some casual comment from her, it was Steven the Rottweiler addressed. "Well, look-y this, Steve... two sweet things from one real sweet thing."

She blushed, tail wagging even more. "Oh... well..."

Steven wasn't in the best of position to clearly see Bruno's expression as he faced Felicity but he caught the reflection of his step dad's wink in the reflection on the drive-thru window. "Thank ya, darlin. Have yourself a good evenin' now, lil lady."

Finally, as if noticing him for the first time, Felicity offered a quick wave of recognition to Steven, but her attention remained on Bruno, who tipped his baseball cap to her. Shortly thereafter the Hummer was rolling out of the parking lot and back onto the street. Steven cleared his throat, looking at the ice cream he still held in his paw as he spoke. "That was Felicity Marvin... she goes to my school."

The big Rottweiler simply nodded with a seeming casual disregard for the offered information. "Oh... small world, huh?"

As far as Steven knew Bruno had an enviable grace in talking women; he'd certainly gained his mom's interest in a relatively short time; they'd married after barely two months. The teen had found himself more and more wishing that he possessed the same kind of confidence and skill so he would be able to finally talk to Holly. Sure, there were plenty of hotter girls in his class, but there was something about the Red Setter that was-- he couldn't describe it, but it was something he really liked. A lot.

It was a quick thought, well beneath the sudden excitement at being granted a surprise treat, which he noticed anew the moment some melting ice cream dribbled down the side of the almost forgotten cone and onto his paw. "Wow... it's been forever since I got ice cream after school. This is perfect!"

As usual, Bruno was completely relaxed in his reply. "Sure thing, boy."

The Rottweiler's attention before the ice cream stop had been fully on Steven and, in some ways, his stepfather's attention to the road seemed like a net-loss for him. Hoping to strike up a new conversation, the teen spoke up anew... after licking the line of melting ice cream off of the cone, of course. "Thanks for giving me a ride home today... I hate the bus."

It worked, and Steven felt his cheeks warm when the big Dog glanced his way with an earnest smile before looking back to the road, watching traffic as he wanted his turn to pull out onto the street. "No problem, Steve-- we don't get a lot a time together anyways... your ma and me thought it'd be good if we could have time to--" Bruno interrupted his statement, licking his muzzle heartily. Steven figured the Rottweiler probably liked ice cream a lot too. Eventually his step dad finished the statement with a grin "y'know... bond."

Steven was nowhere near ready for the huge paw that removed itself from the steering wheel and landed on his head, tussling up his fur horribly. He pushed at Bruno's arm with a free paw, speaking with mock indignation. "Hey! C'mon! Cut it out!"

His tail tip continued its wag despite his objection. His mother had been perfectly okay as a mom but she never really got the 'guy' thing, which meant he'd never had anyone who was willing to show affection in a rough way-- she'd never so much as even partially rough-housed with him. True, he was definitely too old to have his head fur 'fuzzled', but there was something about finally getting that kind of connection that made him feel a little giddy. He smoothed his fur back out as he spoke. "Well... sure. Bonding's not so bad."

Bruno returned his paw to the steering wheel, the other holding his own ice cream. The Hummer pulled out onto the street and into the far lane, stopping at the light and waiting to be able to turn again. "So... a B, huh? Not bad... not bad at all."

Steven shrugged, taking another lick of his ice cream. "Yeah... it's okay, I guess... I mean, it's a B, right?"

The Rottweiler took the turn when the light changed; it was a straight shot down South Elkview Rd to the house, so they weren't that far away. Taking another lick of his own ice cream, it was readily apparent that Bruno's much larger, broader tongue was helping him to finish off his own snack a lot faster than Steven. The Rottweiler swallowed. "Hard class, is it?"

The Golden Lab shrugged. "Just a class. Biology is sorta boring... like learning a dumb language or something."

The teen went back to licking his cone, candy-pink tongue washing over the cold treat. He was more interested in finishing it off before getting home than any focus on keeping things clean, little white droplets beading on his whiskers as each lap created soft smacks against his nose; the experience of such a special treat almost made him giddy.

Bruno pulling into the drive way, the Rottweiler set the parking break and finally gave the cone his full attention. he licked the ice cream firmly, practically taking half of the scoop off with a single pass of his tongue. A second pass and the ice cream was almost gone. From there he stuffed the cone into his muzzle after that, one paw going to the wheel and the other turning the Hummer off. He swallowed before speaking. "What about the rest of school?"

By comparison of scale, Bruno's jaws seemed like those of a lion; Steven had to work on his ice cream more, having a long way to go to catch up with his step dad. He spoke between licking the treat. "Y know... school. We did running... y'know... in gym'n'stuff... we had burger dogs for lunch...."

His day was largely unspectacular; it was school... same old boring school. Steven was completely unaccustomed to answering questions about his day. His mom tried occasionally, but she seemed to fake interest more than have any real intent. Bruno, on the other paw, was great about continuing the conversation. "They still have those locker rooms in gym? You do the whole dress down thing, and shower after class?"

Steven squirmed slightly at the question; it was a silly one, but Bruno really was trying to carry on a conversation. Bruno actually seemed to wait to open the door until he got his question answered. The Golden Lab's ears reddened a little at being so valuable a discussion partner. "Yeah... after PE..."

Bruno finally opened the door, stepping out. "I remember back in those days-- swapping stories about how far some guy got with some girl... who'se gonna get to go to prom with em... how they'll be gettin' lucky after the dance. Ya know.. .that kinda shit-- I mean, 'stuff'."

Steven tried not to snicker as he likewise climbed out of the Hummer; the teen remembered the first time his mom called Bruno on the cursing. Ever since the Rottweiler had been extra careful to watch his language around Steven. It was especially funny since it hadn't stopped Bruno from cursing, he just merely pointed it out that much more prominently each time he did it. The teen swallowed the bite of cone he'd taken. "It's okay... I cuss too sometimes."

In truth, Steven didn't really cuss at all, but he DID hear it all the time at school, so it was almost the same thing. He followed after Bruno, blushing even more as his thoughts trailed back to the mention of the shower room. He and his friends usually looked for reasons to avoid them; they made the teen uncomfortable and excited in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. He came to a stop two steps after Bruno, his mind so preoccupied that it took a second to realize that his stepdad had halted. The Rottweiler was looking down at him. "Well you shouldn't-- you know your ma doesn't like it."

Steven's ears lowered slightly at that; did he just get chastised for the first time by Bruno? It was a little thrilling, but also a little disheartening-- he wasn't quite sure how to respond. "I know... I-- I don't ever do it around her."

Bruno nodded, then put his key in the door. "Finish up your ice cream so you can toss the trash into the can 'fore we go inside."

After making the announcement the Rottweiler turned back to the driveway and made his way to the mailbox, leaving Steven alone with his treat. The size of the remaining ice cream worried the teen but he was willing to make a go of it. Steven lapped at a faster pace, stopping after every third or fourth to prevent a headache. By the time his step dad returned with a few envelopes in paw the teen still had a large portion to go. Despite the evidence otherwise, Steven lied valiantly. "I... I'm almost done!"

The Rottweiler let out a simple 'heh', and walked right on by, stopping at the open door. "Alright, Steve-- toss the trash an' just bring the rest inside... we've gonna have a little chat, you an' me."

The teen followed his step dad's orders obediently, lapping continuously at the ice cream the entire time. His paw fingers and whiskers showed the battle signs of his fight with the treat via spatters all over them. The hint of a slight headache was just starting to throb behind his eyes as he finished the chore and walked back up onto the porch, his tail held a little higher and at a more wag-friendly angle.

Letting Steven enter first, the Rottweiler closed the door once they were both inside, following the teen past the entryway, Bruno placed a large paw on the Golden Lab's shoulder and turned him around so they could stand face-to-sternum. The teen looked up even as his step dad looked down, his gaze critical, as if inspecting the Golden Lab closely. There was a long pause before the Rottweiler spoke. "I think you're getting more of that on your face than in your face."

Steven was stunned to silence as his step dad's enormous muzzle drew closer and then, almost as if it were in slow motion, Bruno's broad, textured tongue extended and washed across the teen's whiskers from nose to cheek. It took everything the teen had to not shiver at the alien experience. The lingering taste of sweetness coupled with the manly scent of the Rottweiler's breath left his head spinning as he questioned to himself what just happened. It even started to come out aloud. "What-- I-- with-- when the.... Oh... I--"

Further comments were muted as Bruno licked his thumb and went back to do some more targeted cleaning work on the teen's facial fur. The teen had just started squirming in earnest when the big Rottweiler finally let him go. "Okay... let's get you into the bathroom... I want you inspection-worthy for when your Ma comes home. She'll learn that I can handle things when she's out."

Steven stepped to the side of the hallway to get out of Bruno's way. "It's okay, honest, I'll just get a--"

Bruno ushered him ahead. "Go on-- git! Shoes off first!"

The Rottweiler placed a paw on the teen's back, ushering him down the hall, but not before the Golden Lab had taken off his shoes and socks. It was the first time Steven had really been alone with Bruno in his house; the teen usually spent most of his time at his mom's place. There was something about it that tugged at Steven's feelings, or maybe it was just the way he was being so physically close to the Rottweiler as he was marched into the bathroom.

The interior of Bruno's home was richly appointed and spacious compared to Steven's mom's; it was no wonder he'd seen so little of them in recent weeks. The carpet beneath his bare paws tickles at the feathery fur between his toes as he was force marched down a hall with multiple bedrooms flanking it. At first the Golden tried to stop himself, though he quickly surrendered to the larger Dog's insistence. "Uh... there's-- there's a lot of doors."

The Rottweiler came to a stop most of the way down the hall, giving the teen a little shove. "Last hall on the right. Enough light comes through the window so don't waste electricity. I'll be in there in a minute to make sure you're cleanin' up right."

Steven didn't not get more than a glance in the rooms flanking the hall as he obediently marched ahead of the larger Dog; at least he was able to appreciate no longer being pushed once Bruno stopped. The teen wiped at either side of his muzzle with his right sleeve. "Cleaning up? I'm fine. Honest!"

Contrarily to his objection, he still shuffled into the bathroom even as Bruno ducked into the side room. The cool tile felt good on his leathery paw pad and he savored the moment by wiggling his toes against the floor only belatedly reaching for the sink's tap and beginning to draw hot water. He heard the sound of his step dad's wallet and keys hitting a counter, but lost track of the Rottewiler was doing as the rest of the movements were drowned out by running water. Leaning over the basin, Steven collected a double pawful of hot water then spread it over his face in an attempt to comply with his step dad's required level of cleanliness.

It wasn't until he had a chance to splash his face that he realized Bruno was standing in the doorway leaning against the wall. He jumped when he realized he was being watch. "Oh... uh... you startled me. Heh."

The Rottweiler's eyes were wholly on him, giving Steven a sense of self-doubt; had he done something wrong? Had he missed something? Was there ice cream on his shirt? The big Dog licked his muzzle and stepped into the bathroom, setting a pair of clothes on the counter beside the teen. Steven straightened up as Bruno moved up behind him, resting his fingers on the Golden Lab's shoulders, palms on either side of the teen's spine.

Bruno pressed forward, causing Steven to lean forward and lowering his face toward the water but, at the same time, causing the Golden Lab's spine to stretch slightly, popping it several times with a very pronounced sound. The Rottweiler chuckled. "School musta gotten to you, kid... you're more tense than an alley cat facin' down a junkyard dog."

Steven was going to say more but he fell silent as he found himself being overpowered next to the sink. Everything had been catching him off guard: the ride... the ice cream... being massaged from out of nowhere. He stumbled in his response. "I... uh... yeah. I guess. School just kinda... y'know... sucks."

The big Dog's paws slid down to the teen's ribs then back up, before Bruno's arms wrapped around Steven's chest to embrace him from behind, speaking down onto the top of his head. "Sorry to hear that, kiddo... but don't worry-- it's over til tomorrow."

It was supposed to be a comforting hug, or so Steven presumed, but the only real thought that ran through his mind was a ten second sneak-peek of a porn where a St Bernard had a Great Dane bitch bent over a sofa. His brain latched onto that image when he felt his step dad's masculine torso squeeze up against this back but, before he knew it, Bruno straightened the teen back up and disengaged. "So... what's all this with the sink, boy?"

The Golden Lab had never found himself in such a position before. He found the casual way in which he was so completely overpowered to be intimidating, more so because there wasn't really a reason for him to feel that way... he didn't think. Regardless, he felt his tail tucking. The power and rich warmth of the Dog behind him gave him a strange sense of butterflies in his stomach. There was a different but equally excited sensation in places other than his guts, and that made him all the more uncomfortable. He saw his step dad's eyes staring at him via the mirror, and he carefully avoided meeting the gaze and his response came out as much a question as an answer. "The... the sink? I... I was just... cleaning up?"

The Rottweiler placed a vice-like paw on the teen's shoulder and turned him to the side. "Get away from there... now... commere."

Bruno placed his other paw at Steven's waist and, with barely any effort, hoisted the Golden Lab up onto the counter next to the sink. "Uh... kay?"

Steven hadn't sat on a counter since before the end of elementary school; it just wasn't proper, and his mom had a thing for proper, but his step dad didn't seem to mind. Bruno smirked, his half-flopped ears rising as he grinned. "I have another present for ya, kiddo."

The Rottweiler moved over to the side of the counter nearest the door and held up a set of clothes. To Steven's eyes they looked like a matching uniform of sorts. Bruno smiled at him. "These were mine when I was... well... younger than you, but I was a pretty big pup, so I think they'll prolly fit ya just fine."

Steven cocked his head to the side. "A... uh-- uniform? Thanks. I, uh... I guess I can wear em this weekend or something."

His step dad laughed. "Nah-- they're for tonight, kiddo. When I meant you had to clean up I meant REAL clean. THESE clothes are real clean, and I wouldn't want anything less from the Dog who wore em... ya get me?"

Even from a distance, Steven could tell that the clothes had a fresh scent to them that seemed like the concentrated essence of how clean and comfortable the whole house felt. He didn't quite understand the difference between what he'd been doing and what the Rottweiler meant, but he took his best guess. "Oh... uh... sure. Got a bar of soap I could use?"

Steven catches himself looking at the sink again but is surprised as his stepfather bodily picks him up off the counter and back onto the ground. "Everything is where you'll need it, boy... now git a move on."

He opens his muzzle to object. "Wait a minu--"

The Rottweiler spoke over him. The big paws on the teen's hips migrated up to take hold of his shirt, pulling the bottom of it free from where it was tucked into the Golden Lab's pants. "So... tell me about what's got your goat today at school..."

Bruno let go of the shirt after a moment, sliding his paws directly against Steven's fur, using the back of his paws and his wrists to further push the clothing up and off the teen. The young Dog almost protested, but stopped as he analyzed the question; Bruno was his step dad, and his mom had told him that he needed to be respectful. "My... goat? Uh... nothing in particular..., I guess... Just, y'know... it's school."

Steven's shirt finally pulled free, revealing his copper-and-cream fur-covered belly. There was slight definition to it, though the long silky fur gave him a much more androgynous look as opposed to masculine; it was one reason he never liked dressing down at school since it was a point of possible ridicule among his peers. Once his arms were free of the shirt he quickly lowered them, covering his chest in a way that he hoped looked like a casual crossing of his arms, standing there awkwardly and trying not to blush.

Bruno smiled, reaching behind the teen to undo the strap on the back, of Steven's jeans. "Ah... got it: just school. One of THOSE kind a feelings, huh?"

Steven cleared his throat uncomfortably. "So... uh... just want me to take a quick shower, huh? I don't usually take very long--

He didn't ge ta chance to finish his comment as the big Rottweiler chuckled pressing the flat of his palm at the top base of the teen's tail to hold him in place while Bruno used his other paw to slowly lower Steven's jeans. The paw behind the Golden Lab lowers slightly, fingers encircling the base of his tail almost like a vice. "I'm not a pup, y'know, Stevie. Don't change the subject. What's her name?"

The unexpected question was asked in a firm voice, but the tone was still somehow good-natured. "Her... her name?"

Steven went immediately to his tiptoes when his step dad's claw grazes up beneath his tail, prodding at the opening there and, suddenly, Bruno disengaged and was out from behind him, leaving the teen leaning against the counter as the big Dog moved to the shower stall. The Rottweiler's reflection was visible in the glass of the shower as he reached an arm in to start the water. A moment later and he glanced back to the Golden Lab, leaning against the tiled wall beside the stall. "Come on... I can tell you have someone on your mind. You REALLY gonna tell me there isn't some bitch in your class you have your eye on?"

The Teen cleared his throat, standing uncomfortably as he realized that his step dad might not have been approving of his lack of underwear; his mom didn't know about his preference for going commando, and he knew she'd have plenty to say about it if Bruno mentioned anything. The topic of the conversation wasn't any more comforting, so he tried to keep the Rottweiler occupied by answering his question even as his tail tucked to hide his nakedness. "I... uh... dunno? Holly... her name-- I mean, her name is Holly. She's a girl in third period."

Bruno nodded, a self-assured smirk on his muzzle as he leaned against the wall next to the shower stall. "Yeah... I figured. When you get to my age you start seein' a lot more than most folks let on..."

Steven turned his hips slightly, attempting to better hide his nakedness. "You do?"

The Rottweiler nodded, straightening up before moving over to stand in front of the teen. he stared straight down at the young Dog, resting a paw on his shoulder. "Ya know, kiddo... when I'm askin' how your day went, I really mean it... we're family now, y'see. I shouldn't have ta pry or play 20 questions, right?"

The Golden Lab was half-paying attention to the words, just as absorbed by the soft, kneading motion of the strong paw massaging his shoulder. "Uh... right--yes. Right."

Bruno smiled benevolently. "If I'm askin ya how yer day went, it can mean a whole lot a things, Stevie... it's an open-ended chance for ya to get whatever ya want off yer chest, cuz I'm here to listen. It ain't small talk... I REALLY wanna know. Your ma and you are important ta me... I want to make sure my two favorite Dogs're looked after... right?"

Without waiting for an answer, the Rottweiler grinned welcomingly, mussing up the teen's head fur as he slowly rotates, his paw on Steven's shoulder causing the Golden Lab to orbit around him, stopping only once the teen was facing the shower. Bruno stepped Steven closer to the entrance of the stall's entrance and the Golden Lab felt the Rottweiler's flannel short press into his back. "So... tell me about her, huh?"

The steam of the water's rising temperature created a faint wisp of steam which rose up to greet the nude teen. It was comforting even despite the rather close quarters. "Well... yeah. I mean-- its just... I like her-- y'know? It's not like we're dating, or anything."

Steven tried his best 'one-of-the-guys' tone but it didn't sound very genuine to his own ears; he really wasn't one of the guys so he didn't have a lot of experience talking like one of them. The flannel at his back intensified the earlier feelings of butterflies, which had yet to diminish. The shower stall appeared spacious enough for a Dog like Bruno but fortunately for Steven, the Golden Lab was far smaller by comparison so it wouldn't be a difficult task to get clean. A moment later, Steven lost the ability to assess the situation as he was given a little shove straight into it.

The teen didn't see any soap or a wash cloth or a fur brush at all, but his attention was taken up immediately by the hot water raining down at him; it was a lot hotter than anything he was normally used to. It hit him in the face with full-force, almost like a ball of fire. Little tendrils of water cascaded their way through his chest and belly fur and down the insides of his thighs. From somewhere outside the shower Bruno's voice continued. "So how much do you like her then?"

The Rottweiler was still outside the shower, one shoulder against the wall, looking across the room so he could speak facing the mirror, allowing him to make eye-contact despite being to the side of the stall. Steven swallowed a developing lump in his throat, turning around so his back faced the mirror, and he began to scrub his fur. "Uh... some. I guess."

Bruno began to move outside the shower but Steven continued keeping his back to the opening, too embarrassed to maintain the conversation while cleaning himself. The Rottweiler continued speaking nevertheless. "They talked bout 'it' in health class, right? Or your ma's talked to ya or somethin, I bet?"

The feeling of discomfort in the conversation jumped a few levels in severity. The hot water created little streams and rivers down either side of the teen's sheath, bathing his groin in heat. It was decidedly awkward holding on a conversation regarding the topic and dealing with the shower all at once. "Yeah, but--"

His response was interrupted when Bruno smacked him on the rump, the wet fur making it sound almost like a gunshot. The Rottweiler laughed. "Yeah... I bet you're just waiting for yer chance to put a trophy up on the wall... and this Holly bitch... she's yer first choice, huh?"

Steven's claws scrambled for purchase on the shower's tile floor as he squirmed from the strike, yipping in surprise. He didn't have a chance to respond in any way other than to fall back toward the far end of the shower, only to find that the space he occupied was taken up by the very foreboding, massive body of his very naked stepfather.

The teen's gaze moved downward, then quickly snapped back up when he caught a momentary glance of the Rottweiler's 'gifts'. Steven had never considered himself lacking in that department and, if any of his friends' casual comments about 'averages' was any indication the Golden Lab could have considered himself ahead of the curve, but Bruno put him to shame... by a lot.

His step dad was big in all ways, and the small shower stall meant that the teen was pushed against the wall by the Rottweiler's sudden presence. The hot scent of Dog fur hung between the two in the awkward half moment when Steven inhaled. Due to the head in the chamber, the teen couldn't help himself and went immediately to panting. It went from bad-to-worse when Steven realized he was starting to pop a stress-boner, and he tried his hardest to hide it. Unfortunately, Bruno made that harder when he pulled the teen away from the wall, and shoved him forward into the full blast of the shower spray.

Steven yelped again, his body still not used to the heat, but, due to Bruno's presence he was helpless to avoid it. The Golden Lab's ears folded down close to his skull, attempting to find the right words to suggest an end to the shower but his stepfather's powerful paws clamped down onto the teen's shoulders, giving him a rough-and-tumble massage, still talking wistfully, with more than a casual hint of lewdness in his tone. "Oh... I remember my first time..."

The teen had no idea at that point how to hold up his own end of the discussion... especially since he was distracted by the feel of the enormous Rottweiler body pressed up against this back. "You do?"

Bruno laughed, patting him on both shoulders. "Sure... that's one thing you never forget-- fumbling and tumbling, bein' shaky and quaky... not sure you're doin' it right but not sure how right you can do somethin' like that... am I right?"

Steven swallowed the developing knot in his throat; whether it was from continued discomfort, the heat of the shower, or the topic, the little bit of pink peeking out of his sheath seemed disinclined to go back to hiding and, in fact, it was only getting worse. "I... uh-- I dunno... I mean--"

His step dad continued speaking as if the teen hadn't bothered replying. "So, tell me somethin', Stevie-- you ever talk with anyone about how you can please a bitch, or is it gonna be all guess work with her?"

The young Dog was pretty sure that Bruno was focused on talking about Holly, but it wasn't really an important discussion since his mom told him he wouldn't be allowed to date until he was seventeen. Plus, Holly didn't really know he existed so it was a moot point. It wouldn't be easy to explain that to his headstrong step dad though so he kept it simple. "I...uh-- no... I don't... uh... I don't usually... y'know... talk about stuff... like that."

Steven's skin stung from the heat, though the longer he was exposed to it the more comfortable it became-- especially in comparison to Bruno's talk. The water got better, but the talk continue to get more painful. "You should! No better way to figure things out before you start tryin' to figure things out, 'fore ya need to, right? I mean... you study for your math test... you study for biology... you study for writing-- this ain't any different, and believe me: you DON'T wanna flunk fuck-- I mean, sex."

There would have been something funny about the self-correction in word choices to Steven if he wasn't naked in a shower with his step dad, sporting a chubby. "Yeah... I guess not."

"Sure you don't... now what's the surest way to please a bitch? We're just going over notes, kiddo, so don 't start falling to pieces cuz this ain't a test-- I just want know what you know, okay?"

Steven tried several times to formulate a response but nothing really seemed suitable as a response... especially not when it came to a discussion in the shower with his naked step dad. He very nearly giggled uncomfortably at the 'going over notes' comment and whatever that could have meant. In the end he managed to find an informative answer that didn't require him to commit to any specific thought. "I had... uh... sex ed."

He'd already been through the 'birds and the bees' conversation and still found it incredibly embarrassing, and the situation in which he found himself made it that much worse. That sensation increased when the huge Rottweiler patted him on the head, accentuated by the 'splish splish' of damp fur. "Bah! Sex ed tells ye the mechanics-- anyone with a penis would know what t'do with it, Stevie-- I'm not talkin' about engineering, kiddo-- sex's more'n 'tab an inta slot b'. I'm talkin' about performance... like sports... or athletics... or dance-- well, no-- not dance... somethin' that takes some know-how with yer body."

Steven's step dad spun him around so that the water from the nozzle struck him firmly in the back, one paw holding the teen's wrist. Bruno pulled him closer, the other paw holding a fur brush with huge frothy body of bubbles on it. The Golden Lab was pulled close into a hug so the Rottweiler could keep him in place while the brush worked up and down his back. Bruno scrubbed him hard, so firmly that he could no longer feel the water over the bristles; the teen wondered for a moment if he'd get out of the treatment with any flesh left. To make matters worse, the treatment was getting even more of a response out of the traitor in his sheath.

If Bruno noticed he didn't let it show, continuing his monologue about being really good with a bitch. "Now... the first thing about pleasin' a bitch is knowing how t' get her started... and me, personally, I think the right kind of lick is the best way..."

Steven tried to focus on what his step dad had to say; it was enough of an educational tone that he hoped it would help him think about something other than being naked in a shower with Bruno, and how his half-erection still didn't compare in size to Bruno's relaxed sheath. The Rottweiler moved his paw up to cradle the back of the Golden Lab's head, easing him closer still. Steven shivered, gritting his teeth when he felt his sheath press up against his step dad's much larger one.

The teen barely came up to the big Dog's sternum, and Bruno knelt slightly, moving Steven's head to the right side of his chest, pulling the teen's muzzle directly toward one of his nipples until his nose was pushed up right against the black, furless nub. Bruno then gave him what sounded like an order. "Now... lick."

Although he felt disgusted by it, not to mention perplexed, after a few moments of being both brushed and forced against the nipple, the teen gave it a tentative lock, his eyes looking up at the close angle and distantly. Although he couldn't remember being a puppy, Steven was absolutely sure that his time with his mom was absolutely NOTHING like what Bruno was mimicking. Bruno loosened his hold slightly, chuckling as he spoke. "There ya go... doin' just fine like that, kiddo..."

The Rottweiler got back to using the brush, scraping it down the teen's back, forcing Steven to recoil from the scraping and push even more fully against his step dad. His comparatively small body almost disappeared into the Rottweiler's thick, wet fur. Moving closer also gave his step dad more access to his body and the stiff-bristled brush went even further down the teen's back, scrubbing down the small of it on its way to his rump. Steven's head was still held to the big Dog's nipple and the Rottweiler's paw remained where it was as he continued talking. "Doing great, kiddo... now, a little less tongue and more lip. That's a good boy."

The comment was spoken with a crooning sound and Bruno caressed the back of his head. The brush arose to the small of the teen's back again, then right back down the other side before the horrific thing dropped ot the floor of the shower. "You're doin' fine, my boy... now swirl your ton--"

The words stuck in Bruno's muzzle and Steven felt the strangest of shudders pass through his step dad's enormous frame as he was held close. The big Rottweiler slowly disengaged, a wide grin on his broad muzzle. "Well, that was perfect. Two minutes and you already aced that part-- yer a natural."

Steven heard the words, but most of his attention was taken up by the sensation of Bruno's already huge sheath having gotten larger; without looking down he could tell that it dwarfed his own significantly. He very nearly did lower his eyes to challenge the disbelief but the paw on the back of his head transferred down to his cheek and pulled his chin up; the Rottweiler licked him between the eyes. "You holdin' back on me, boy? Someone teach ya how t'be that good?"

The compliment elicited a partial little tail wag from the teen. He was still unsure, though he at least got it enough to be praised for something. He tried to mumble out a response but couldn't figure out what to say; the heat and water and the very situation itself made his head spin and so instead of saying anything he chose instead to return to the task he'd been presented, lapping against his step father's chest. It was the same form he used earlier to eat the ice cream treat the large Dog got him, though occasionally interspersed with a few pants or winces as the Rottweiler's bare claws continued brushing his coat.

Bruno eventually pushed him away with gentle insistence, then pulled him closer so the Rottweiler could lick the teen's nose, smiling. There was something pleasant, and at the same time frightening about that expression, but Steven didn't have a chance to dwell on it as Bruno slowly rotated him until he was once again facing the stream of hot water. The teen was forced to rotate his face away from the direct spray and his step father's paws came to rest on his shoulders, pushing him down further until the Golden Lab had to place his own paws against the wall of the shower to keep his balance.

Steven stood in place, the water hitting him on his neck and shoulders as the Rottweiler moved around behind him. There was a long pause before the teen heard some kind of soap bottle get squeezed, letting out a sound very similar to flatulence. He might have laughed in any other circumstance, but all he could do at that moment was remain frozen in place. Steven very nearly jumped when he felt Bruno's slippery paws on the small of his back, working a lather into his fur right at the edge of where the water was hitting him.

He remained silent as the powerful paws begin to lather up his fur, tucking his saber-curved tail between his thighs. There was barely enough room in the shower and the teen found the closeness with the larger Dog equal parts concerning and invigorating. Bruno's digits traversed from the middle of his back all the way to the base of his tail. Claws dragged through his fur and, as he reached Steven's rump, broad palms gripped either cheek, giving each a squeeze as they rubbed... and one moved to the base of Steven's tail.

The Golden Lab felt the dreaded butterflies start up again, almost overpowering the embarrassment he felt at a few inches of his disobedient member showing out of his sheath. He tried to think of something else to say or do that would change the direction of their interaction... assuming he wanted it to go differently... he DID want it to go differently, didn't he? The teen fought hard to convince himself that the washing was all completely innocent. Bruno had asked about showering in public, hadn't he?

Powerful fingers encircled his tail, working their way from his rump down to the tip, pulling it out from between the teen's legs as the shampoo was worked through its fur. Steven's head bumped against the wall and a yelp got stuck in his throat when Bruno's other paw reached up beneath his now-extended tail and gripped the teen's sac. The Rottweiler's fingers maneuvered around it in all directions, claws tracing fine grooves in the younger Dog's groin fur. "Okay, kiddo... you're doin' real well with all the learnin' and in not-too-long you can wash off the soap an' we can get outta the shower. We'll towel ya off an' get you nice an' dressed of for when yer ma comes over... sound good?"

The sensations of the bigger Dog's sure, methodical manipulations were distracting-- somewhere between pleasure and pain though at the same time distinctly neither. He let out a gasp of a whisper as his scrotum was fondled making him even more excited (not to mention humiliated) as his furless shaft poked the rest of the way out of his sheath. He realized that his step dad was waiting on an answer. "Y-yeah... I-- uh... it'd be... great... and stuff. But... uh... I-I can clean myself... the rest of the way. Honest."

He wanted his tone to sound convincing, but he had a hard time believing it himself... and he almost hoped that the Rottweiler would call him on it. Bruno did. "When I said I wanted ya clean when ya put on my old uniform I meant it, kiddo."

The teen went up to the tips of his paw pads when Bruno's grip on his nuts tightened... just a little. "Right-- I-- I will be!"

The Rottweiler continued speaking, asking question after question without waiting for an answer. "You wanna impress your ma, right? You want to do this gift justice, right? You're gonna be good, aren'cha?"

Each time Bruno completed a question his grip tightened ever-so-slightly around the teen's sac; Steven figured it was an inadvertent coincidence, until the next question. "So... tell me 'bout this bitch ya like... hmm?"

Steven opened his muzzle to response even through the shiver of painful pleasure but he choked on his response when a single one of his step dad's fingers slid along the underside of his length from base to tip. The paw on the teen's tail moved out of the way as the length of the appendage was pinned between his back and Bruno's sternum, and the now-free paw slid around his ribs until he cradled the teen's abdomen, fingers buried within the Golden Lab's belly fur.

The smaller Dog's heart was thudding in his chest like a hammer. The closeness of his step dad and the lingering ache in his balls made him oblivious to everything from the lurid sensations of being so completely dominated, sharing his nakedness with the imposing Rottweiler. Some part of him was still fighting to convince the rest of him that things wouldn't go any further than a 'through' cleaning but it was rapidly losing the fight as more and more of him gave over to the surety of his step dad's ministrations... his hips very nearly began to shake with need. Just as he was about to give himself over to whatever the Rottweiler had planned, however, he was released.

Left dazed and confused, leaning against the shower wall panting, Steven was further at odds when Bruno climbed out without a comment. The Teen quickly turned his hips aside, attempting to hide his raging erection; it was horribly embarrassing. The Rottweiler returned a moment later with a towel; despite the haze of hormones confusing him, Steven took note that it was monogrammed with his step dad's initials; the Golden Lab had never seen anything monogrammed except in movies; a moment later he was surrounded by it.

There was an eerie comfort for Steven in finding himself in the Rottweiler's embrace again... or perhaps it wasn't so much 'comfort' as it was that lurid sensation of being close to him again, but either way it was a blessed relief to have his body covered by cloth once again. The Golden Lab's nose worked overtime as he took in their combined scents that hung in the humid air; the Rottweiler's musk dominated the teen's by virtue of larger mass, if nothing else.

Bruno was already wearing a towel tied around his waist; it was a beach towel, but just barely fit. The big Dog finished up drying off the teen and Steven was immediately returned to being covered by nothing by his fur. The Rottweiler took a quick sniff of the towel and the Golden Lab could have sworn he saw a faint smirk before it disappeared and his step dad tossed it over his shoulder and into ta hamper without even looking. Bruno picked up the uniform where it had been placed on the counter, holding it like a waiter would present a bottle of wine. His other paw reached out to Steven. "Alright... let's go, boy."

There was something in the way his step dad said 'boy' that seemed both praising and demeaning at the same time... but it still made his tail wag. The Rottweiler stood there, paw held out to the stunned teenager as if Steven were five again, uniform held close, but at a distance as if taunting him with its presence, keeping it so very near, yet impossibly out of his reach. Looking at the clothes, it reminded the teen once again that he was still very VERY naked; his tail tucked again. He placed his paw timidly into Bruno's grasp. "Uh... k."

Steven followed the larger Dog, accompanied by the disbursing shower steam released from the room. Despite knowing that the two were alone in the house he couldn't stop his inclination of looking down both directions of the hallway before being dragged out into it. He tried to hold it together and be as casual about his nakedness as Bruno apparently was but he had a hard time maintaining his cool, especially due to the lingering ache in his groin... but he was starting to think that it was from more than the pressure earlier on his nuts... and why was the end of his sheath still dripping?

Bruno lead Steven down to the hall that the teen recognized immediately; it was the Rottweiler's room-- Steven had never been into Bruno's room; it was very much off limits. It was strange to think that his mom slept there as often as at their house, especially since, due to the Rottweiler's overpowering scent the big Dog's distinctive all over it gave no doubt whose room it was. It wasn't exactly Bruno's normal scent, he realized, but it was certainly his.

Steven's step dad led him into the room, slowly closing the door once the teen had followed, and he finally released the Golden Lab's paw, moving over to the dresser to set the uniform on it. Bruno smoothed out the jacket, coat, and slacks before moving to the closet, then pointed to the huge bed taking up the center of the room. "Sit there."

Once the teen had complied, the Rottweiler made his way over to the closet. Bruno leaned over, providing a view of his towel-covered rump, and the tent created by the numb of his tail. Steven watched as his step dad rooted around in a section of shoe drawers but his eyes focused on the bump, making the smaller Dog suddenly very self-conscious about his full-length tail. Bruno really seemed to like tails and the teen couldn't help but wonder if it was due to the big Dog's lack of one himself.

Steven's thoughts came to a screeching halt when he realized he was checking out his step dad's ass. Even if it was an innocent curiosity, the fact that his eyes were copping a feel of Bruno's backside was beyond imagining; he quickly looked away, focusing on the room instead. The Rottweiler's quarters were bordering on extravagance, far beyond his mom's own well-put-together room. Nothing seemed particularly 'tasteful' or 'artistic' in the way his mom liked, but there were still so many amazing things to be seen: trophies, two framed certificates, man jewelry, and far, far more.

After the silence had hung between them for an uncomfortable amount of time and Steven could stand it no longer he spoke up, curling his tail around to sit beside him and folding his paws into his still-naked lap. "So... uh... wh-what are you... looking for?"

As if waiting for the question the Rottweiler straightened up, turning around and presenting a pair of "Boots... got em."

He brought them to the dresser and set them beside the uniform, then sat down right next to Steven, placing an arm around his shoulder before his other paw slid down to pat the teen on his thigh. "Looks like a nice suit, doesn't it?"

The Golden Lab made ready to answer, but the paw resting on his shoulder began to knead it, just a little more powerfully than would be comfortable and he went silent. Bruno continued speaking. "You know... I'm thinkin' yer almost ready for that suit, Steven... almost."

Steven's heartbeat picked up when the big Rottweiler stood and moved to the dresser. Impossibly, and without explanation, the teen really found himself wanting the otherwise unspectacular uniform, if for no other reason than the fact that his step father put so much importance to it. The Golden Lab was excited at the prospect because he knew that the Rottweiler must have considered him important too by extension... that, and because it meant he wouldn't have to continue being naked. Rather than reaching for the outfit, however, Bruno opened up a drawer and pulled out a small ball of pinkish cloth.

The Rottweiler about-faced, tossing it to the teen. "Catch."

Steven did so, managing to grab it before it hit him in the face. "Wha-?"

The big Dog grinned as the teen looked down at the light, lacy ball of cloth, and Steven began unfolding it even as Bruno inquired "So... any idea what that is?"

The teen realized that he knew what he was holding before he was willing to admit it. The laced silk panties opened up before him as he unfurled the balled cloth. He saw his step dad's wide grin out of the corner of his eye and an immediate disconcerting thought came to mind. "These... these aren't mom's.... are they?"

He looked around, embarrassed, looking for a place to set them down. Bruno laughed, and snatched them away from the teen. "You've got good eyes, boy... good nose, too-- she missed that pair last laundry day."

Steven 'eew'ed even as the bigger Dog ruffled the teen 's head fur. The Rottweiler winked. "Ya see... real Dogs wear panties too... but they're called jock straps. Heard of em?"

The teen didn't even bother trying to hide his confusion; he knew what a jock strap was, but that was about as manly an undergarment as someone could expect, but panties? No-- there wasn't any relation there... was there? Bruno apparently anticipated, and probably liked the confused expression. The big Dog inched closer, sliding his paw down between Steven's legs and cupped his sac; the Rottweiler's fingers were so long that the middle one stretched underneath the teen's butt, almost making the smaller dog jump as the claw tip came dangerously close to up beneath his tail.

Before Steven could speak, Bruno applied some pressure with his palm, cupping the teen's nuts up against this body. "They hold your balls nice and tight... like this."

The Rottweiler gave him a squeeze similar to how he'd done in the shower and the teen grit his teeth at the sensation, squishing them just to the point of it being painful... erotically so. The Golden Lab felt his teeth chatter together at the confusing sensations running through them. "I... I never thought of it like that bef--"

Bruno gave them another squeeze, before rolling them around in his paw. "It makes sure they don't go bouncing around when you run... keeps em safe..."

Steven folded his paws over his lap again, embarrassed that his prick was threatening to peek out of his sheath again. "I... I've never... worn one."

The Rottweiler chuckled, releasing the teen's sac, tongue half-lolling as he ruffled the Golden Lab's head fur. "Course not... jock straps are for big Dogs. Just something you're not used to yet, kiddo. That's why we start you off with these."

If the closeness of the huge Dog wasn't uncomfortable enough, the fact that Steven was handed back the panties was far more than what was needed to make him blush... and then some. "But, these are my mom's pa--"

The Rottweiler spoke right over him. "We'll see about moving you up to the big boy ones... then you'll be a big Dog and you can wear the uniform for your mama... sound good, kiddo?"

It was an inquiry, but the tone obviously hinted that no refusal would be accepted. The after-ache of Bruno's ministrations was almost as bad at as the pressure itself, and it didn't help that the sensation had got his sheath leaking anew. Steven squirmed in place trying to get more comfortable though all he accomplished was wiggling a little closer against the larger Dog. He blinked a few times, hoping that he was misunderstanding his step dad's direction. "You... uh.. so I'm supposed to-- but... didn't you say these were mom's?"

The teen's paw moved the panties up closer to his face so he could sniff at them and he didn't realize what he was doing until it was too late, and he confirmed that they were indeed his mother's. Bruno's grin widened. "Sure they are, boy-- I wouldn't have ya put on random panties... that'd be embarrassin'... but them there's yer mama's, so it's okay."

The statement was made in such a matter-of-fact tone that the insanity of the explanation very nearly made sense. Steven hesitated. "But, if--"

The Rottweiler detached his paw from the teen's shoulder and gave him a light swipe in the rump. "They're not like underwear, you put em on different... now here--"

Bruno gave Steven a little push, forcing the Golden Lab up to his feet and the Rottweiler snatched the panties out of his paw. "Now gimme yer foot."

Steven's step dad held out a paw with a no nonsense look on his muzzle, and the teen was forced to turn away unless he wanted to embarrass himself by sticking his full, leaky sheath right into Bruno's face. He wanted to object, but the look in the Rottweiler's eyes allowed no backtalk or objection. The thought of wearing panties was emasculating, but he didn't fear it-- not precisely. There was a deep, disturbing feeling that filled him with disquiet nevertheless, but he remained obedient and he looked at it optimistically: yes, they WERE panties (he tried to forget the fact that they were his mom's), but at least he wouldn't be naked.

Bruno leaned forward, presenting the panties to help the teen as he moved first foot then the other into place. The Golden Lab was caught unprepared, however, when the big Dog leaned forward so far that he could feel his step dad's cold, wet nose brush across his rump, pushed up beneath the underside of his tail., and he went up to his tip toes when a warm breath blasted against his clenched pucker. He gasped, having no further to rise up when Bruno's broad, thick tongue replayed the ice cream cone maneuver from earlier in the afternoon.

Before Steven could think of something to say, let alone say it, the Rottweiler had withdrawn, stating calmly "Good... you're clean."

As if nothing at all had happened, his step dad casually raised his paw up Steven's legs, sliding the panties up to the teen's waist before encircling his hips with both paws, pulling the smaller Dog back down to the mattress. The teen remained almost paralyzed, still completely stunned by what had just happened... and the feel of drying saliva up beneath his tail. After a long pause, Bruno's fingers freed the Golden Lab from their grip, but one drifted back to the teen's tail. "Hmm... still don't have em on right-- yer tail got mussed up and the panties shouldn't be hooked on any fur."

"Th-they shouldn't?"

Before Steven had a chance to object, Bruno had him pushed back up to a standing position. "You'll have to tame em off and start over... you do it this time."

The teen wasn't sure what to think about his step dad leaning back on the bed, watching him undress then dress again, but at least Steven would be able to handle things himself. Then again, when he glanced back to Bruno, the fact that the Rottweiler was propping himself up by his elbows with a wide grin and tongue lolling increased the level of discomfort for the Golden Lab.

Steven realized there was no way he'd be able to do the task without revealing more of himself again and his only choice was whether he was going to show front or back. On one paw, he was relieved that Bruno acknowledged him to be clean, and he was relieved to hear that he met his step dad's approval, but he was also horribly embarrassed at the prospect of the larger Dog not having knowing for sure before attempting to check. Something about the thought made another inch of pink peek out of his sheath, and he resolved to turn away while undressing. He was pretty sure he knew the answer, but he tried to avoid the process by providing an alternative. "Can't I... you know, just.. readjust em? Without taking em off?"

The teen didn't know if Bruno had been in the military but he had the voice of authority down. "Of course not, boy. This is a rite of passage. You should be honored that I'm letting you try a second time on your own. Now... down to the ground, and try again."

The Golden Lab let out a shaky breath and hooked his thumbs into the elastic band of the panties, and was just about to lower them when a big paw latched onto his wrist. "Wait."

Steven's response was an almost yelped "Huh?!?"

The tone his step dad used was comforting and reassuring but, at the same time, just a little condescending. "You ARE ready for this... right? I'm not getting ahead of myself by thinking you're a big Dog, am I?"

The teen knew right away that saying he wasn't ready would immediately revert him back to puppy status in his step dad's eyes, and that was unacceptable. "I-- uh... yeah... Yeah. I'm ready."

He answered quickly because he knew if he hesitated that he wouldn't be able to say it. Without giving it another thought he committed, and his mother's panties slid down his legs through his shining golden coat until he was almost touching his toes-- but he froze mid-motion when Bruno's strong grip clenched around the base of Steven's tail once again. For whatever reason, the sudden horror of thinking about getting his tail docked was right where his brain went, but he pushed past the errant thought and slowly began to pull the panties back up. "L-like... this?"

The Rottweiler chuckled behind him, breath coming out hot against the teen's rump fur. The big Dog tucked a paw digit into the band and helped guide them up Steven's thighs. "Good... very good boy... now move your paws around to the front and stretch them around your hips... slow... do it carefully... good-- up. Keep going..."

Bruno helped ease the panties up, pulling the teen closer to him as the process continued. Steven shivered when he felt the Rottweiler's whiskers brush across his tail fur-- and the big Dog's paw stopped the undergarments from going any further upward once the band reached the underside of the Golden Lab's tail. "Stop right there. Don't pull em all the way up or we'll have t' start again."

It made no sense to the teen but he complied obediently. "Okay...?"

Steven shivered anew when his step dad nuzzled the base of his tail and he could feel the big Dog's smile in the way his whiskers shifted. "Good... Very good..."

The strange ritual of it all was simple enough to Steven, which was a blessed relief from the other parts of the afternoon. He had to admit that the panties felt good caressing his sensitive balls. He had a hard time adjusting himself to the feel of the cloth against his penis which, despite his constant attempt to will it away, only seemed to be growing. He glanced around behind himself unsure if it was okay to move around. "Okay... so are--?"

Bruno spoke over him, thumb still stuck into the waistband of the panties, pressed up beneath the base of the teen's tail. "Just stay like that and let me make sure you're still okay."

The Rottweiler slid his muzzle forward, resting his nose against the small of the teen's back as his throat presses against the smaller Dog's rump atop his tail. His other paw slid around Steven's thigh, and up between his legs, first cupping the Golden Lab's already-secured sac- then slipping into the panties to brush across his member, thick fingers drawing down to the base before slowly rising up its length, pressing the panties to it and tightly confining it against the smaller Dog's abdomen. Bruno chuckled. "Nothing worse than having it bent the wrong way, huh?"

It was all Steven could do to keep from thrusting into his step father's paw. "Y-yeah..."

The Rottweiler's comment came out in a throaty voice. "But ya look like yer fine..." he repeated the last word in a tone closer to a hearty growl. "...so fine."

Steven manages to override his body's reaction, entirely embarrassed at having it get noticed. Bruno's tone was a little frightening, but his approval was a relief; it gave him a glimmer of hope that the inspection was nearing an end. "You-- you think so? I am?"

Bruno's thumb began to gently caress the spot up beneath the base of the teen's tail. "Oh yea, kiddo... you're doin' just fine... in fact, we can go to the next step."

The stimulation from the digit made Steven tingle all over. "The... next step?"

The Rottweiler nibbled on the teen's back fur. "Yeah... the next step. Panties aren't like underwear... you have to know how to make sure to keep them on since they don't go up around your tail."

The Golden Lab went up to his tip toes again, clenching his teeth. He wanted to object even though his body didn't. What was even going on? "I--"

Bruno didn't provide him a chance to answer, thumb pressing more firmly against his opening. "Clench your tail... just a little, Stevie. Come on... be a good boy. You have a lesson to learn."

The Rottweiler crooned the encouragement even as he wriggled his thumb. Steven followed what his step dad had to say closely, wondering if he was misreading the situation and desperately searching for some contextual clue to help him catch up. "Wh-what are y--"

His question was cut short when the large thumb pushed more firmly against his asshole and he grit his teeth, trying to pull away from his step dad. It was all in vain, however, as the Rottweiler's grip on his hip was like iron. The teen's tail trembled as the thumb claw poked at his saliva-slick anus. Whether or not he wanted to, the presence of the digit caused Steven's muscles to clench up as tight as they could go. Bruno was very encouraging. "That's perfect, Steven... clamping your tail like that makes sure the panties don't go sliding off of you. You're doing fine, kiddo... you could tell me any time if you weren't."

An avenue of escape opened up but, rather than all of Steven desperately scrambling to make use of it he surprised himself when only a little part acknowledged the offer. "I... I could?"

Bruno snorted. "Sure... and we can just dress you up in a baseball cap and jeans and save the uniform for another time... If you're not a big Dog then you;'re not a big Dog... you won't be that big of a disappointment for admitting you can't handle it."

The back of Steven's legs could feel the sensation of rough, towel cloth brush against them as Bruno let it drop to the floor but he didn't have much time to consider it-- the Rottweiler's paw on Steven's hip began pushing against him slightly, in time with his thumb tucked up beneath the teen's tail. The motion caused the Golden Lab to bend forward a little, pinning Steven's member between his abdomen and the silken panties, eliciting an electric jolt of pleasure up through his sensitive flesh.

It wasn't so bad, he convinced himself and he didn't want to upset Bruno's impression of him; there was something about that praise he so very badly wanted.. It was a guy thing, he told himself; it has to be, and it was just something he wasn't used to because he didn't have a dad or a lot of friends. Thinking clearly was becoming harder and harder, but the Rottweiler was doing enough of that for them both, wasn't he? The teen continued to clench his ass tightly, realizing far more than he was willing to admit, or accept... but he continued following instructions.

Steven's squirming began to take a different route at that point, his hips moving back and forth ever so slightly. He blushed every time his cock jumped at the stimulation, enlarging the precum dampness on the front of the panties and kissing his step dad's thumb with his tight pucker. The teen could hear Bruno's breathing at that point; the big Dog's panting was almost hypnotizing, and far more erotic than it had any right to be.

He also heard the Rottweiler lick his lips before speaking. "Yer a good boy, Steven... yer doin' real good. We'll have ya dressed up in that suit for yer mama in no time an' she'll know that you're a big Dog too. Ya ARE a big Dog, ain'cha?"

In time with the statement, Bruno pushed his thumb forward, penetrating the teen's opening. The feeling of that digit slowly worming itself into him was not particularly painful, just slightly uncomfortable. Steven clenched up as tight as he could, trying very hard not to think about how good it would feel to lean his groin on the bed and thrust it back and forth. "Y-yeah... it-- it's just-- it's... kinda... weird."

The teen felt his anal muscles ripple against the thumb tip more frequently as the Rottweiler digit went deeper and deeper. Bruno inched closer still, whispering with his warm breath against the back of Steven's neck. "But ya like it... right?"

The bigger Dog slowly drew his paw back, then pushed it forward, officially buggering the teen with his thumb, starting a methodical humping with the digit. Steven shivered. "I..."

The Rottweiler stood, rotating himself around the Golden Lab until the teen was facing the bed and pushed him over; the smaller Dog leaned forward, his palms supporting his weight as he bent over. Bruno was right there behind him, chin against the back of Steven's head and he continued murmuring suggestively. "It's okay for big Dogs to like things, Steven... big Dogs like all sorts of things, and it's all okay."

Steven surprised himself when he heard his own panting matching Bruno's and when the Rottweiler's paw left its position on his hip he didn't bother straightening up. The Golden Lab continued bending over the bed, his tail pulled up and aside so as to avoid being stretched at a wrong angle by the Rottweiler's body. He still squirmed, however, and that only became more pronounced when he heard the slick sound of Bruno's now-free paw as the big Dog stroked himself. "Wh-what are.... what are you gonna--?"

The thumb halted its ministrations. "You know, Stevie... if you don't wanna continue that's just fine-- your ma did laundry yesterday and I think your little striped shirt is in with all of it."

The teen HATED that striped shirt; he'd had it since he was in seventh grade and the fact that it DID just barely still fit reminded him every time he had to wear it that he hadn't grown nearly as much as the rest of his classmates. He had a hard time putting his voice to his thoughts, a single word coming out in a confusing warbling tone-- a barely audible, whining whimper. "Y-y-yeah..."

Steven's knees threatened to buckle, and. suddenly his resistance ran out, giving the larger dog's thumb admission almost another inch before clamping almost painfully tight around Bruno's thumb tip. The Rottweiler chuckled, making good use of the extra depth. He licked the teen's back right alongside his spine. "Good boy-- very good boy. You did that real good, Stevie... real good. I'm glad you're becoming a big dog... in fact, we're almost ready for that suit... you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Not trusting his voice, Steven simply nodded, feeling the precum flowing unabated and constant from his member. Bruno drew his thumb completely out of the teen's tail hole. "That can be tiring, I know, but you're doin' just fine."

The praise left the Golden Lab feeling just a little giddy and he felt foolish when his tail tip started wagging. Bruno's paw returned to its base, however, and held it in place as the big Dog's muzzle eased down and forward once again his nose returning to the place his thumb had abandoned. Steven shivered when the Rottweiler's insistent tongue began licking again, swirling around the opening and painting wide swaths of saliva all over it-- so much, in fact, that rivulets trailed down his sac, dribbling off of his plush groin fur... and then the Rottweiler pulled away.

Steven found himself panting as if he'd just run around the track at school a dozen times. His step dad went back to gripping the teen's tail as the Rottweiler straightened up and the Golden Lab felt it pushed aside by Bruno's abdomen. "You did enjoy that, didn't ya, Stevie? Tell me the truth now, boy... ya wouldn't lie t'me, would ya?"

Steven nearly melted into the bed as his asshole was seemingly let off the hook. His rapid breathing turned into one huge exhale before he gave up trying to figure things out and simply chose to be honest instead. He 'mmmmm'ed just slightly under his own breath, the sound equal to the forming whimper earlier, though just as involuntary. His voice came from a dreamy place, as if the situation were disconnected from him, like watching those few seconds of porn in a kind of dirty-little-secret glee. "Y-yeah... I... uh...yeah...."

The teen could hear the smile that accompanied Bruno's next words, which came out in a commanding, almost military tone. "I want a Sir, yes Sir, kid... or you aren't respecting the question."

Although all of the Rottweiler's digits were occupied, either with holding Steven's tail or gripping his hip, the Golden Lab felt body heat against his opening as flesh pressed up beneath his tail. The semi-damp fur of Bruno's thighs tickled the teen's rump and he could only speak a single word question. "S-sir?"

The Golden Lab had no doubts as to what it was prodding him from behind; Bruno's hips rocked slowly forward and back, the tip of his shaft rubbing up against the underside of the teen's tail much like his thumb had done earlier. The Rottweiler spoke calmly throughout the movements. "It's a sign of respect, Steven-- it's one you have to know if yer gonna wear a uniform an' be a big Dog. Now-- are you enjoyin' this transition inta bein' a big Dog, or no?"

There was a quiet pause as Steven tried to stall for time to think, but it was all for not; his step father had said honest, and there was only one possible response. He shivered, whimpering softly as more than just precum began to dribble out of his disobedient cock, embarrassment complete as ejaculate dribbled unbidden from the sheer anticipation. There was shame in his quivering voice when he gave the only correct answer possible. "Sir... yes, sir."

As if taking cues from the tightening rectal muscles kissing the head of his member, Bruno made the most of that opportunity, tightening his grip on the Golden Lab's body before he used the invitation to invade the teen. The Rottweiler's spoken words were almost as chiding as they were reassuring. "There you are... good boy... that's the way a big Dog handles things."

Bruno tightened his grip further and pulled back on Steven's body, pushing his hips forward, forcing the teen's muscles to give way. The Golden Lab was sandwiched between his step father's body and the mattress, his still-erect member, still in its sensitive, post-ejaculation condition was tortured further in a painfully wonderful way... and the teen began fighting his inclination to sob.

Pressure grew at the base of Steven's tail as more and more of the Rottweiler's flesh disappeared into his body. He heard Bruno lock his muzzle again and he felt his step-dad's thigh muscles twitch a moment before he gave a firm shove. The huge Dog widened his stance, planting his paws firmly on the carpet even as he bodily hefted the teen's body, leaving Steven's entire back-end completely off the ground and his front supported on the mattress by his elbows. All the while, Bruno simply continued to coo and comfort. "There you are... there you go... good boy. Good boy."

Steven's arms gave out shortly thereafter, causing him to slide forward until his face was flat against the mattress, pushed into it. His ass tired to clamp down tightly as before but he very nearly yelped as he felt that the thick shaft within it was far less yielding than the Rottweiler's comparatively polite, much thinner thumb. The pressure grew into a soreness compared to his earlier near-bruise experience. He arched his back, trying to abate the discomfort... which was slowly giving way to something else. Steven attempted to give words to the sensation, but he could barely speak as it emerged as a whimpering moan instead. "I-- I... ooooohhhhhh...."

Bruno slowed his thrusts, moving a paw to gently stroke the teen's back. "Yer mama's gonna be home in less than a half hour, kiddo... let's see about makin' sure yer ready fer that big Dog uniform... Stevie, yeah?"

The teen let out another moan, fully surrendered to the moment; he was past objecting, but could still barely managing to speak his agreement. "Yeah..."

Steven's groin ached anew, his erection having never abated, and yet it felt as though he hadn't even cum. Bruno started hammering into him with a renewed insistence, one paw continuing to stroke the teen's back while the other kept his ass in the air, perfectly aligned for each thrust. Suddenly, as if someone had pressed the pause button, the Rottweiler's assault came to an end. Bruno pressed forward again, but much slowly. He went in just far enough to make sure that his shaft wouldn't fall out ,then stopped entirely, patting the Golden Lab's rump. "So... you're enjoyin' yerself, huh? I'd hate t'think you were lyin'...

The Rottweiler adjusted his grip on the teen, jiggling his body just enough that he could feel the member move within him, but the stimulation of his insides otherwise came to an end. Steven could feel and smell the spunk that stuck to his fur and the blanket beneath him. It also caused his own hips to brush across the linens, causing his member that much more stimulation. He realized that there would be no resolution unless he answered the question. "It... it hurt... a little..."

Despite trying to continue playing it cool, the stimulation against his shaft was surprisingly insistent despite his earlier ejaculation. He humped ever so slightly, hissing in discomfort as Bruno's grip caused the movement to impale his back end as much as get any sensation on his member. His knot had formed beneath his body, desperate and insistent to be buried in SOMETHING. It was shameful, and Steven was very much ashamed... but he wasn't as ashamed as he was desperate; even with the massive cock impaling him he was willing to do anything to find relief.

As if Bruno had realized he'd hit upon something the Rottweiler chuckled, continuing to wiggle his hips and forcing the teen to do all the work by humping against the mattress and back against the waiting hips of the bigger Dog. Steven could hear his step dad panting, which became accented through his next statement. "Don't worry-- you can already tell that goes away fast enough... you're enjoyin yerself... I can tell."

The Rottweiler generously put an end to the teen's suffering, guiding Steven's hips forward and backward with a much more effective rhythm. Bruno held his ground, easing the teen's body more forcefully against the mattress as he began thrusting in earnest, member sliding into the Golden Lab's tail hole with more insistence and force, each movement becoming more power. The teen gave himself over to the ministrations, no longer trying to support himself on the mattress as one of his paws went to his groin, eager to fulfill his aching need. "Ooohhhh god..."

Bruno rumbled above him, voice tight. "Good boy... I told you that yer a big Dog... you're doin' just fine, Steven... just.... mmm... fine."

The Rottweiler gripped a pawful of the thick fur on the teen's back and, slowly, begins rocking his hips in counterpoint to the Steven's needful humping. He felt his step dad push forward as he drew draw back, forcing even more of his enormous Rottweiler cock shaft up the Golden Lab's tail hole. Steven quivered at the unrestrained lust in Bruno's growled praise. "There ya go, boy... good... good..."

Several errant droplets of saliva spattered down on the teen's back. He heard the growls and grunts from his step dad; they were getting louder and more insistent as each of the Rottweiler's thrusts grew in strength and speed. The mixed sensations of his tail hole being invaded and his fingers on his aching cock felt better than they ever had. Bruno didn't provide him any more time to think about it, the Rottweiler's next thrust so powerfully that the huge Dog's massive knot forced its way inside the teen's body, impaling him so completely that the Rottweiler's short-furred sac slammed against the Golden Lab's.

The pain was so much that Steven very nearly lost consciousness, and he yelped aloud. The sensation snapped him out of his sex-crazed rut, and his paw immediately let go of his dribbling cock. The teen squirmed, groaning as his body tried to accommodate the invading organ, and he whimpered. "I-- I'm not gay..."

The yelp and objection didn't seem to disrupt Bruno's interest in finishing the act, and the Rottweiler continued with short, quick, jackhammer thrusts. "Mmm... neither am I, boy-- now stop whinin', cuz that's what pups do."

The Rottweiler was licking his muzzle constantly getting most of the saliva back inside his mouth as his member grew even harder and thicker, his excitement mounting as he pressed Steven firmly into the mattress, murmuring "Yer going to earn that uniform tonight."

Bruno hunched over Steven, his back creating an arch as he lowered his head and bit into the Golden Lab's scruff. The teen's whole vision went red as the final stimulation of his step dad's shaft going deeper into him was enough for him to give up his second load all over the bedding. He choked against the innumerable sensations, feeling the enormous shaft in him pulse and quiver, jet after jet of hot fluid emptying into his tail hole as Bruno blows his load. The big Rottweiler ground the teen into the mattress. Steven lost track of how long his step father's orgasm lasted, but, at last, the enormous Dog flopped out atop him, breathing heavily and chuckling. His statement was simple and to the point. "NOW you're a big Dog."