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If someone checked Minty’s internet history, they’d find dog-related searches tucked between more typical things like music, work files, and random videos.
Was something missing? Yes, actually—dating stuff and… well, other things.
...
Okay. Porn.
Because someone very, very horny was already covering that part.
He glanced down and grinned at Chester—Chess—sleeping beside his chair.
That was... relatively new, considering he used to be the kind of person who didn’t own a dog and never thought much about them. ‘Cool, whatever,’ and that was the extent of it. Certainly not—
His cheeks reddened as he snapped his eyes back to the screen, staring at a dog T-shirt that read: I <3 My Owner.
He tried not to mentally swap the heart for a bone… or imagine Chess wearing it.
He really tried. You can probably guess how well that went.
At least it was thematic.
Anyway, the point is—he wasn’t like this before Chess collided into his life like a dog-shaped missile. He didn’t expect things to turn out like this. He was just doing a favor for a friend in need.
See, Chess was originally Matt’s. Matt needed someone to look after him while he was out of town on business. Minty definitely wasn’t the first name on the list—probably squeezed into the margins after everyone else—but he agreed. Reluctantly.
They first met in an unremarkable coffee shop.
‘They’ being Chess’ nose and Minty’s crotch.
He hadn’t thought much of it... Well, that’s a lie. He did what he figured a normal person would do—he laughed it off. That’s just dog behavior, right? People say hello, dogs sniff crotches.
Totally normal.
And if there was a lick or two, that was also fine. It’s not like Chess dove snout-first into his slit or anything.
No.
...
Yes.
The ride home was… interesting.
And then there was that incident.
Okay, he hadn’t meant to! He was just looking for the damn remote. He figured it had rolled under the couch.
It was totally and completely—
Him thinking with his dick. Yes.
In his defense… well, Chess started it!
Yeah, he wasn’t above blaming a dog for what happened.
Or that time he was— with absolutely no shady intentions —washing Chess and happened to move on to his sheath. Or that time they were sleeping together and Chess started grinding on him. Or that time he squirted whipped cream on his slit and Chess—
Okay.
That one might be his fault.
Maybe.
Possibly.
Whatever.
It was supposed to be temporary. Just a fun day. A favor for Matt. No one was even supposed to know this sort of thing happened.
In case you’ve somehow missed it twice, the keyword here is “supposed to be.”
One visit became two. Matt was still swamped with work and didn’t have time for Chess. From what he told Minty, Chess had been acting out—humping furniture, even going after Matt’s pillow.
For a brief and incredibly awkward moment, Minty was jealous of a pillow.
Then… well.
Okay, two reasons he remembers that day so clearly. One: it was painfully awkward. Two… the other… and the sec—
…
Let’s just rip the bandaid off.
Chess fucked him in front of Matt.
And Minty found that so unbelievably hot that—
He groaned like the undead, slumping back in his chair and covering his face.
He still couldn’t think about it without blushing down to his chest.
Good thing Matt didn’t kick him out—or worse, pull out his phone. Instead, Matt just said he was glad Chess was humping him and not everything else.
...Yeah. Something probably crashed and burned in Matt’s head. Maybe he had a stroke. Or his brain imploded.
Lucky him.
After that, Minty started sitting Chess more often. Matt began calling him up just for Chess.
Yeah, booty calling basically.
Which… kind of made it sound like he was a hooker.
Not wrong, though.
N-not the hooker part. Just the part where Matt kept—
Anyway!
Matt’s schedule kept getting worse. Something-something, new promotion, whatever.
Eventually, it got so bad that Matt had to either give Chess away or sell him.
You can probably see where this is going.
No, he didn’t buy Chess. He’s not a sex toy.
He adopted him.
He adopted himself a service to—
A lot of drool, fur, barking and sex in different positions later… today.
He smiled softly at his dog and trailed his fingers gently on his fur.
Chess was—is—great. Chess made him love dogs.
Chess was licking his fingers and looking at him.
Looking at him that way.
He moved his fingers, allowing the tongue to slide between them. He could feel his slit warming up.
Chess was playing him between his big, fat, fucking beans.
And Chess was guiding him to his—their—bedroom.
Well, he can’t say no to a quickie.