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Troy arrived back with a tray of food and drinks which he gently set down on the bed, he then handed me a small plate with a chicken salad sandwhich on it “I hate salad" but Troy had been kind enough to prepare it for me and I was starving too so I decided that just this once I could overlook the salad issue.

A slight chuckle slips from Troy's lips as he can obviously tell that I am not a salad dog.

“Prog, if you don't like salad just take it off the sandwhich, I promise I won't get upset."

I ignore him for now and wolf down the sandwhich salad and all, it made a nice change but hopefully, that would be the last time that I would be subjected to such cruelty “If god had wanted me to eat salad he would have made me a rabbit, and then I would be sure that he hated me", With the sandwhich dispatched Troy slowly hands me the drink, which merciful heavens was much more to my liking.

With both of our bellies satisfied, for now, Troy sat on the bed and looked towards me, he clearly had much that he needed to ask me, he shuffled this way and that to try and get comfy but he was not having much success.

“Prog, I hope that you don't think that I'm being too forward here but would you mind if I lay next to you so that I can get comfortable because there is so much that I need to ask you?"

I won't deny that at first the thought of the human being so close to me filled me with the same dread and fear as I had felt earlier, but I could also not deny that Troy had done nothing to make me afraid, besides this is his house so who am I to say no plus for now he won't know this but in my eyes he is drop dead gorgeous, so I gave him the all clear to lie by my side, I then slipped down back into the bed and turned to face him.

It took a few moments for Troy to organise his thoughts before finally giving them the air that they needed.

“Look Prog, I hope that I'm not being racist in any way but since I was a young kid I have always wanted a dog of my own, but my folks wouldn't allow it, and then later in life, I thought that it was an idea that would never be realised, and then I met you, now true you are not a feral dog by any stretch of the imagination but that kind of works for me too. If you have someone waiting for you somewhere, some lucky bitch or even dare I say it dog, then you can stay here for a few days to rest and then you can go back to them…"

I could tell that he was starting to ramble for a reason, even after our short time of being together he was beginning to form an attachment to me, I could tell that there was more to come so I stayed silent.

“…but you could always stay here…with me…for as long as you like…to be honest Rottweilers are my favourite breed and I would love to be able to say that I have my very own…"

I place a paw on his shoulder which has the effect of bringing his ramble to an end, it is now my turn and so I decide to have a little fun with him, and maybe even tease him a little.

“Troy, are you asking what I think that you are asking?"

Troy does not utter a word and so I continue.

“Unfortunately I'm not a pet Rottweiler, nor am I a lap dog, however, if you were to say I dunno get me a collar and leash then that would be different, that would make you my owner and I would protect you with my very own life…of course, purchasing a leash and collar could also work another way too…"

The heavy blush on Troy's face told me that I had found my mark, now all I needed to do was to ease him into the thought.

“Look, Troy, I hope that I haven't missed my guess here and overstepped an unseen boundary, but judging by the blush on your face I would say that you are looking towards being what anthro dogs call a leasher."

A look of confusion consumes Troy's gorgeous facial features and so I decided to try and fill in the blanks for him.

“The difference between being an owner and a leasher is quite a slim one but there IS a difference, an owner means that you will have me as a dog to take care of your security and maybe I will even let you take me for walkies…a leasher would mean that you would have me as a dog to take care of your security and I would also be a very loyal companion and even a lover if that is what you want?"

A look of shock is plastered over Troy's face but I continue so that I can ease his mind a little.

“Trust me, Troy, being a leasher does not carry the same stigma now as it did a few years ago, as two guys from the States can confirm. When Paul, a human, and Tanner, a German Shephard, first got together it was by all accounts looked upon as a huge taboo on two counts, first, they were human and dog respectively, second they're both males, but it is thanks to them and some of their friends that being a leasher is more mainstream now."

The look of shock on Troy's face softened a little, I let hime formulate and ask whatever questions he had.

“So Prog, what you are saying is that if I wanted to be your leasher we could become more like a same sex couple?"

My slight nod drew another question from him, this time in hushed tones.

“So you know, we could erm…have fun erm… I mean fool around erm oh damn I can't even bring myself to say it."

I let out a guffaw of laughter.

“Yes Troy, we could have lots and lots and lots of glorious sex, but sex is only part of being a leasher, we would also do the same stuff as any normal gay couple or even a straight couple, the only difference there is that you have skin and I have fur."

Then came the question that I knew he had been wanting to ask.

“Well Prog that clears that bit up I guess, but what about when it actually gets to the ah…sex part? I mean aren't we different erm…down there too?"

So naive and yet so innocent.

“Yes it is true Troy, you have a dick that either has a foreskin or not, I have a dick that has a sheath and a knot, but that is it, you can still insert rod A into hole B the same as I can except when I do it if I get too excited then I can use my knot to cause a tie, so in essence if you and I were to go down the leasher route and we did end up having anal sex then there would be a very real chance that I would tie us both together, where my knot locks inside your butt."

Troy winced as I described the action.

“Yes Troy it hurts like hell so some of my…more unfortunate human clients have told me, but once your butt is acclimatised to having a boulbus knot wedged inside it in most cases it is so very pleasurable for both parties."

I can see that the fog inside Troy's brain is still there a little and so to try and ease his mind further I make a decision that will hopefully help clarify the information that I have just given him.