Author's note/Disclaimer
I've been totally overwhelmed by all the positive and encouraging response. Since the first chapter was published on the 19th May, I have been walking around with a huge grin on my face. The basics of the story have been in my head for almost a decade. To take that step and write down and even publish it here was a feat in itself. I had the story done for almost six months before I finally found the courage to submit the first chapter. That sense of satisfaction and motivation I got from receiving the positive feedback and the interaction with readers in the commentary section is immense.
I therefor dedicate this chapter to those who honoured me by taking the time to read, vote or even comment. Thank you!
My special thanks go to Joffa for providing his spelling and grammar expertise. His help is highly appreciated. If any errors remain, I'm sure they happened after his editing.
All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18.
Of course all characters are fictional, any resemblance with living or dead real persons is pure coincidence.
This is the last part of a five-part story. I recommend reading the previous parts if you haven't done so yet.
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Part V The finale
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The events in this part start about two month after the end of part IV.
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"Come on, you pussy. Is that all you've got?" The tall, lean blonde woman kneeled in front of me and screamed, "I've had 16 year old boys with more stamina than you!"
I focussed, I centred all my concentration in an effort to force my muscles to hold it for a few more seconds. I knew I could make it, I gave it everything I had, but then I failed. My muscles released. I dropped to the ground, I couldn't hold the plank any longer.
"That was not bad for a start. More than most manage," the blonde stated in a much friendlier tone.
"Holy shit. Are you always so mean, Natasha?" I wondered out of breath.
She laughed, a high, clear sound. "Of course not. Right, Bev? Some clients need to be stroked, some encouraged, some need to be challenged and some need to be provoked. I just try to give everybody what he needs."
"Try some encouragement next time," I managed to get out in between my ongoing attempts to catch my breath. Bev and Natasha looked as if they had just warmed up despite the fact that we had gone through an intense training for the last hour. I for one was utterly exhausted.
"Have you been doing any work-out in the past?"
"Apart from extreme couching, intensive dog petting and power chilling? No."
"You really need to stop this whole understatement thing. You're going through a rigorous ninety-minute exercise with your dogs every morning and you are walking them two more hours in the evening," Bev disagreed. "You're also hiking regularly and you carry the food for the pack."
"Would you mind showing me how you work the pack?" Natasha enquired. "Maybe I can get some ideas for my fitness classes," she added, laughing.
"Gladly, just give me a few more minutes to recover. It's more demanding for the dogs than for me though as it's so called mental work for them. Keeping up the concentration, remaining focussed, not getting distracted."
After a few minutes of catching my breath we got up. I asked Bev and Natasha to go on the balcony and watch from there as they would have the better view on the proceedings. I walked downstairs in the kennel.
"Pack! Garden. Work time."
Those that were inside, quickly jumped up and walked outside through the flap in the door. I followed them through the regular door expecting my pack to wait in a semi-circle roughly five metres from the door. They didn't disappoint me. I went to stand in front of them.
I looked back and up and saw the two women look down over the railing.
"I'll go through a rather short routine to get the cob webs out of their heads and the attention level up. Then we will go through some basic obedience exercises and in the end I'll show off with some 'Squad training'. But it will be a show rather than a training and I will not make longer than maybe fifteen or twenty minutes.
Pack, heel."
I started the show.
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After I had finished the exercise including a little playground romp with them, we all went to shower. Natasha used the shower next to the guest rooms while Bev and I shared the one in the master bathroom.
"She's got nice tits, doesn't she?" Bev enquired.
"I'm sure most of her male clients are extra motivated trying to impress," I dodged the real question. As most men I had learned from a young age not to praise the looks of other women.
"Most but not you?"
"There are only few men who don't like big natural tits," I again avoided giving a clear answer.
"How would you know if they are natural? Did you check them out?" she tried to corner me.
"Well, it was hard not to when she hovered over me at the bench press."
I wasn't sure what this was about. She probably just enjoyed seeing me squirm a bit.
"I know," she smiled at me. "And she is hot!"
"Well, I'm sure many men..."
"Oh, drop it. I know it, you know it and I know that you know it. So just admit it."
"Ok, I confirm the obvious. Yes, she's hot."
"Then I'll have to make sure that you don't forget you're not single." She softly squeezed my cock, "I'll just have to keep you so drained that you can't think of pursuing any other women."
"Bev, as long as you are around I wouldn't even dream of doing that. Every other woman would be a step downwards," I pulled her close and kissed her lovingly.
We finished the shower without further teasing as we didn't want to leave Natasha waiting.
I was finished first. I went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. A rather simple pasta bake, we had earned ourselves a treat following the work-out.
"Not only a noble knight but also a homemaker and a cook! You're really a keeper."
