# Oliver chapter 1 # Oliver Oliver woke from his light sleep as a coughing fit, racks his small kitten body. His cough has been getting worse over the last few days. He hardly got any sleep it got so bad. He felt weak and his body ached all over. Once the fit stopped, his belly growls. He hadn't been lucky to find any food yesterday. Weakly he crawls out of his make shift cardboard shelter. His clothes are nothing more then faded rag hanging on his skeletal frame. He wonders the back alleys in hopes of find food in the dumpsters. Finds food that looks to been freshly thrown out and digs. As he eats. He hears a bottle being kicked and looks up. He see a large figure looking at him, ears standing on end, a large toothy grin on his face. This scares Oliver. Grabbing what food can fit in his paws and runs. However, the sudden scare and the increase of adrenaline soon has the poor kitten coughing again. He looses his balance and hits his head as he falls to the ground. "Shit!" The figure, a doberman, rushes over to the kitten. Another doberman, who was planing to ambush kitten with a rag soaked in chloroform, also rushes over. The first on puts his hand on Oliver's for head. "Fuck! His head is burning!" Oliver's breathing was labored. The second doberman picks him up carefully. "Call the Doc and tell him to be ready." They take the sick Oliver with them. Oliver slowly wakes up in a warm, soft bed. Wires and tunes connected to him and hears beeps coming from the machines. Tries to move his right hand paw, but something was holding it. Looks to the side and sees a sleeping doberman by the bed and holding his paw. "Where... am I?" Oliver asks in a husky whisper. He felt too weak to do much else. The doberman's ears twitch and he also starts to wake up. He stretches and yawns loudly before looking over at Oliver. "Oh, you're awake." Oliver nods. "You've been out with a bad fever for the last few days. It finaly broke last night." He pushse a button and the bed moves. Oliver is in a more upright position. "Here's some water." He grabs a cup with a straw. Oliver takes a few sips before he takes the away. "This must be a bit scary to wake up in a strange place. I'm Rosco. Me and my brother, Desoto, brought you here after you collapsed back in the alley. I'm going to go get the Doc so he can have a look at you. I'll be right back." Oliver is left alone and has a look around the room. It's a pale room with not much to look at. Rosco comes back with an owl, who must be the Doc. "Good, you're awake." He comes over and examines him. "Whats your name, my dear boy?" "Oliver." His voice still at a husky whisper. "Well Oliver, you're lucky your new daddies found you when they did," said Doc. "Daddies?" He asked. "Yes, me and Desoto were looking for a little boy to call our own." Rosco holds his paw again. Eventually Desoto shows up and the only way to tell the two dobermans apart were there collars. Rosco has a red spiked collar and Desoto has a blue spiked collar. "I see you're doing better, little man." Desoto grins at him and Oliver nods and answers shyly. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you." Desoto gives him a warm hug. Oliver feeling just how big and muscular his new daddy was. While Desoto felt just how small and frail Oliver was. First thing they needed to do is get some meat back on his bones. Once the Doc was gone theyexplained that was expected from him to be their son. Rosco starts, "Me and my bro have been looking for a special someone to fulfill certain needs for us. Someone we can help out too. From this point forward Oliver, you will be taken care of. You'll be fed, bathed, given a bed to sleep in, and maybe if all goes well, you can see us as your farher figures. At least that is what we are hoping for personally." He speaks with genuine sincerity. Desoto takes a more sensual tone. "Though you got to understand that if we take care of you, you gotta take care of us. We scratch your back, you scratch ours. Ya know what i mean? Oliver shakes his head. "What can I do?" Desoto continues. "Oh a few things, a few special things. It wont be easy. It can be rough, uncomfortable even. Some of it pretty hard to swallow, but swallow you most certainlly will~" "Course, you can just say no. Walk out of this clinic and see how long ya last on the streets again..." Rosco let's the harsh truth sink in. Oliver shakes his head and agreed so he wouldn't live on the streets again. With that said they kiss his forehead sweetly & cuddle him. Trying to make him feel loved.