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Unjust Love

Memories of You: Part One

By Roofles

“Hello, again, Tanner Colton. It's been a little while since your last check up with me." Dr. Arlo said as he made a few notes on his data pad before closing it and setting it aside.

That was one thing the K-9 German Shepherd model designated Tanner Colton liked about the doctor at Project Tomorrow. Most of them were jaded about the K-9 program. Unsure if it was a good or bad thing. The morally questionable actions of the head director and lead scientist always being scrutinized. The staff kept their distance from the “subjects" and most referred to Tan Colt by his serial number instead of his given name.

Calling him by a number, an object, instead of who he thought himself to be. Keeping him at an arm's length at all times. It was easier for them to see him as such instead of wondering if he should have the same or equal rights as humans do.

Unlike Dr. Arlo.

There were a few members of the staff here at Project Tomorrow that would wave at or at least give a friendly nod to Tan Colt and the other K-9's that excelled in their given program as they passed by. Seeing them more than just objects and giving them the basic courtesies they would any other human. Tan Colt liked talking to these humans. At least they'd look him in the eye and try to treat him as a person instead of a thing, an object, a number.

Each K-9 were specifically bred and trained for a specific field they would qualify for. Their given names and serial numbers corresponded with these careers. These “jobs" were those that were deemed unsafe or unsatisfactory for humans to do. From construction work where their partial mechanical bioengineered bodies would excel above humans, to public servants doing good for the community. Others worked in waste management or even spelunking dangerous cave systems looking for valuable resources the planet was slowly becoming depleted of.

Tan Colt was a police officer on the NYPD+ and a proud member of the team.

It was a stressful career that paid the bills, including the food bill, and little else. It wasn't as rewarding as Tan Colt was told it was going to be. People didn't like being told what they could or couldn't do. Let alone from someone who wasn't human. Most the K-9 had to endure verbal abuse on a daily basis. It was a good day if he'd go an hour without someone yelling some derogatory words at him.

The stress would acclimate and build up. They were given “relief" periods to try and detox from these situations before being put back into the field. Always monitored and watched in case of an… episode, occurring. Project Tomorrow was very mindful of the K-9's and kept a close watch over them.

As such, every K-9 had to go in for mandatory psych evaluations every couple of weeks to months, depending on their status and reports from their superiors. Sometimes they'd even be removed from their work environment if it got bad enough.

Tan Colt had been putting his appointment off until he got a direct message telling him to come in for a checkup. It wasn't a question, but an order. Something Tan Colt couldn't refuse any longer.

“Yeah, sorry doc," the German Shepherd scratched the back of his thick neck with dull, blunt claws as he looked away from the man behind the desk. “Things just kept coming up."

Dr. Arlo was handsome, Tan Colt supposed. Most people would've thought as such. He had short, trimmed black hair, a small pair of gold-colored glasses and always wore a casual outfit underneath his lab coat. He was fit and healthy and every time he smiled there was this small little dimple that'd appear at the corner. Dr. Arlo was of Indian descent and his skin tone was a lovely shade darker than most those in New York.

Tan Colt just couldn't bother with anyone that wasn't Bradley, though… they all seemed to pale in comparison. Man or woman, black or white. They all seemed the same to the K-9. Outside Bradley, Tan Colt took little interest in such things. Only noting their appearance for the job or to make a report of in the future as was required as a police officer.

“You've been busy?" Dr. Arlo asked as he stood up, walking around the desk before taking a seat in one of the two polyester chairs facing each other in the small office. They were larger than normal, and Tan Colt knew it was because they were used by K-9's mostly. Dr. Arlo specialized in dealing with the psyche in Project Tomorrow and had several different diplomas up on the wall showcasing this.

A lot of the furniture back at Tan Colt's apartment wasn't made for the size of a K-9. It wasn't that Tan Colt was tall, it was the fact he was so wide. His muscular arms bulged through his shirt; his chest threatened to tear it apart. With thick thighs, a meaty ass, and strong limbs… he was an impressive sight to behold even standing a head taller than any human.

Especially after he stopped taking the suppressants. A strange side effect of quitting the drug had been an increase of muscle mass and the K-9 looked like a professional heavyweight fighter these days because of it. Large would've been an understatement.

Something the doctor noted, giving Tan Colt a quick once over. Thankfully, Dr. Arlo knew not to write that down as Tan Colt took a careful seat in the chair opposite his own.

“Very busy, yeah." Tan Colt chuckled as he tried to get comfortable. It wasn't the chair that was making it difficult. He knew the appointment was being recorded, cameras watching his every move as Dr. Arlo questioned him. “We've been doing overtime every shift. Six days a week. I'm impressed he can even keep up with me," Tan Colt tail tip wagged at the thought, thinking of his partner Bradley. “There's been another wave in the past month, and we've been trying to get on top of it."

“A wave?" Dr. Arlo asked, needing clarification.

“Oh, sorry, lingo down at the precinct. We call it a wave but it's basically just another massive increase in crime around the city. It comes and goes like waves on the beach," Tan Colt ears splayed out as he chuckled uncomfortably. “Some weeks we just do the usual patrol around the city. Tickets here and there. Little else. Other weeks? Drug dens need to be raided; criminal gangs need to be brought in. Hell, we have to call the vac in on almost every case." The K-9 shook his head.

“Vac?" Dr. Arlo patiently asked with that warm, understanding smile on his face. He was Project Tomorrow's top psychologist they employed. He mostly served as a therapist for the K-9's while evaluating them and reporting to his superiors if they were still competent to send out into the field.

Tan Colt didn't like to think of the K-9's that didn't pass these tests.

“Oh, right, sorry." Tan Colt blushed some more. “The vac is the vacuum-packed transport the police use to transport criminals. It kind of… sucks them in and ties them up so they can't be a harm to anyone or themselves. It safely restrains them."

“Ah, yes. I've heard of it." Dr. Arlo adjusted his glasses. “It reminded me of a white padded room. On wheels… or, uh, hover jets." He corrected himself with a small laugh. “Do you feel that is a safe means of transport for what you call criminals?"

Tan Colt shifted in his seat. He didn't like the way the doctor phrased that. “I mean, yeah. It's the safest form. That's why we use it. We'd get in a lot of trouble if they were injured or damaged during transport." The German Shepherd fidgeted. “It's better than what they deserve…"

“How so?" Dr. Arlo asked but Tan Colt knew he'd been waiting for a chance to poke at the subject. “Do you feel these people don't deserve a humane treatment as everyone else do?"

“I mean, it's just tough, you know? Everyone follows the rules of society and obey the laws and we have to give special treatment to those who purposefully go out of their way to break the law." Tan Colt grumbled, folding his muscular arms over his wide chest, and turned away. He'd been taught to follow the rules religiously and it was difficult seeing so many humans breaking them. Taking their rights for granted, as Tan Colt saw it. Rights he, as a K-9, didn't have. “It's just frustrating. I always follow the rules!" He quickly added on, worried he might get in trouble. “I follow protocol, the orders from my superiors and even-,"

“It's okay, Tanner Colton. Breathe. Relax. I am not here to get you in trouble. I only want to help," Dr. Arlo said, and Tan Colt knew that to be true. Despite what the news and media liked to say or talk about Project Tomorrow, the staff were here for the betterment of society as a whole. That included the K-9 units. Project Tomorrow wanted them to succeed. It would be a great loss, not just financially, if they didn't. “I want your honest opinion on everything we talk about. It is the only way I can give you the best aide that I can. That's my job. Just like your job is to police the city."

“R-right, sorry doc." Tan Colt let out a heavy breath and tried to relax. He kept fidgeting. It was hard not too when someone was watching his every move and recording his every word. “I greatly appreciate what Project Tomorrow has done for me. Setting me up with a home, a job, and a partner…" Tan Colt couldn't help the smile on his face just thinking of Bradley. He gripped his knees with his hands. “We're a very good team." He nodded.

That was the one thing Tan Colt could be sure about. It kept him grounded. Bradley was the rock in his life that kept Tan Colt from being swept away by that crime wave, a wave threatening to pull him out to sea.

Ever since he stopped the suppressants, things had become exceedingly difficult to manage in his life. Mostly, his anger. Before, Tan Colt felt numb to such harassment and insults being thrown his way. Now? He wanted to bare his teeth, growl and snarl at those of the city that hated him for breathing the same air as them.

And it wasn't just the criminals of the city, either.

“You've mentioned him once or twice, a Mr. Bradley, correct?" Dr. Arlo needed to check his notes and Tan Colt nodded at that. “You always have the highest of praises for the man."

“He's the best." Tan Colt shrugged as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. To him, it was. He couldn't help the smile on his face, tail tip wagging lazily. Just thinking of the human made it all easier.

“30s, male, Italian descent," Dr. Arlo read off Bradley's file aloud. Tan Colt appreciated when he did that. The doctor never leaving long stretches of silence, including Tan Colt in whatever he was doing. “Graduated with slightly above average grades… no arrest record… a squeaky clean, almost perfect record in fact. Moved to New York a couple of years ago to join the NYPD. This was before it became a plus." Dr. Arlo nodded rereading it all over.

“Yeah, he's great." Tan Colt tail wagged.

“Is that why you originally chose him from those offered to the program?" Dr. Arlo set the file down, turning to face back towards Tan Colt. He put a leg over the other, resting his hands on top of it as he gave Tan Colt his full attention.

“I-I mean, who wouldn't?" Tan Colt nervously said, scratching the side of his neck. Afraid he might say something wrong. Like that he was sleeping with his partner... “He has a perfect record. Yeah, he's not like top of the class or anything… it's just," Tan Colt smiled. “Bradley's perfect." The German Shepherd's face beamed happily. “Just the best."

“You've said that before," Dr. Arlo nodded. “Are you sure you aren't putting him up on a pedestal? No human is perfect. That is what makes us human." Dr. Arlo said. There was an implication behind his words that Tan Colt didn't like.

Where it was okay for a human to be imperfect, to make mistakes and to be a flawed part of society… a K-9 couldn't. They needed to be perfect. Perfect cogs in the system or else it threatened to break everything they all worked so hard for. To follow and obey the rules. They needed to pass every test, every exam, and every evaluation, like this one. They were constantly being checked on their behavior and even, at times, brought in for reeducation purposes if they showed even the slightest signs of changing or questioning that.

“He helps keep me in check," Tan Colt said almost robotically. Repeating the things that Conrad had taught him. The Doberman K-9 was assigned to Dr. Conwell, the head scientist of Project Tomorrow, son. It was Conrad that helped Tan Colt get off the suppressants in the first place. “I listen and obey his orders and learn from his example. Be it when he succeeds or fails. My assigned partner was perfectly matched and picked by Project Tomorrow. That's all I meant when I said he was perfect." Tan Colt lied.

Dr. Arlo seemed to accept that answer and made a note of it. It was the first note he'd made during this session and Tan Colt got the distinct impression that it was something that the doctor didn't have a choice in. Dr. Arlo had his own assignment to accomplish and a task to complete. Tan Colt was just a “perp" in his eyes, just as a criminal was to Tan Colt.

This was still a job at the end of the day, no matter how personal they made it.

“And everything is going well between the two of you?" Dr. Arlo asked, glancing up at Tan Colt. The German Shepherd K-9 gave a single nod.

“Perfect." Tan Colt said and left it at that as they began to talk about how he'd been doing with the job, with stress, how he physically was managing and everything else under the sun that would concern Project Tomorrow.

Tan Colt went along with the entire thing and two hours later, he was able to leave the office mentally exhausted. He was looking forward to getting home. The K-9 let the car automatically drive him home, not one for driving to begin with. It was Bradley of the two who liked to drive, even when it wasn't necessary.

Something to do with control…

Tan Colt wished he could help with that. After learning about Bradley's past, it made a lot more sense why his partner was the way he was. There were small things you'd normally miss if you weren't close enough with the guy. For instance, Tan Colt was certain that Bradley had a bad case of OCD but hid it the best he could. An issue he developed after losing that control, most likely. Bradley was desperately trying to gain control of his life after losing that control in the past. Getting taken advantage of and abused like that…

The very thought of it made Tan Colt's hackles rise up and a low rumbling growl fill his chest as anger and hate bubbled to the surface like burning bile in his throat. Tan Colt didn't regret preventing Bradley from attending his brother's wedding a couple months ago. He didn't mind the fact that he practically stole Bradley away and brought him back home to the city, keeping him from that family. The people who called themselves his friends... that toxic life Bradley had grown up in. Be it his training or some lingering instincts left behind from what had made him, Tan Colt instinct told him to protect and that's what he did.

Even now, he'd texted Bradley to check in on him and let him know he'd be home soon.

Out of habit, Tan Colt knocked on the front door as he unlocked and opened it a good forty minutes later. Traffic was killer these days.

“I'm back," he said to the empty room. Ears perked; the K-9 sniffed the air trying to detect where his partner had wandered off too. There was a lingering smell of Bradley in the air, and it made Tan Colt's tail wag as he shut and locked the door behind him. “I'm coming in," Tan Colt announced himself as he walked into their home.

Their apartment was the same as ever. A small kitchen set to the side, an open main living room and a hallway leading to the bedroom and bathroom. Small would be a good way to describe it. It was simple and affordable. Something that had become increasingly expensive of the past several months. Living expensive in the city wouldn't be possible for them if they weren't roommates and if they didn't get a discount being part of the police force and participating in Project Tomorrow.

Tan Colt suspected that his partner might've originally agreed to the Project Tomorrow Program because of the rent discount he'd get for participating. It was an incentive, along with other benefits, to help officers agree to a partnership between them and a K-9. There was already an extremely small number of officers that wanted to partner up with a K-9. The incentive became a necessity.

It even came with a nice pay increase as Project Tomorrow donated a hefty sum of money to the NYPD+ a month.

“Bradley?" Tan Colt called down the hall as he stripped off his jacket and hung it up on the wall. He fanned out his shirt with a hand, pulling on the front several times as he panted slightly. It was July and the heat was sinking in underneath his thick pelt of fur.

“Bedroom," a voice called back to him. Just hearing it made Tan Colt's tail wag. It was a husky, deep voice of a man. A man that Tan Colt loved as he walked down the hallway with heavy steps, boots hitting the floor.

Opening the door, Tan Colt let out a lustful growl.

“Well, hello to you too." Tan Colt felt his sheath twitch and was grinning ear to ear as he saw the man before him.

They'd upgraded the mattress over the past couple of months together. Now that they shared it, Tan Colt not sleeping on the floor any longer. They needed something far larger than what Bradley originally had. They were still paying off the installments on the king-sized bed.

But it wasn't the bed that had Tan Colt's full focus and attention. It was the man handcuffed to it.

Bradley had stripped naked and laid out on the bed, arms above his head with a pair of handcuffs connected to one of his wrists. Sliding the other one through the top bar, Bradley clipped it to his other wrist at seeing the K-9. Clearly he'd been waiting all morning for Tan Colt to come back and if the K-9 had known this, he'd have canceled the appointment altogether.

Screw the ramifications if this was what was waiting for him at home.

A low steady growl filled the room as Tan Colt drank Bradley in. From his feet, over his hairy legs, to his groin partially covered by the blankets, up his chubby stomach and over his hairy chest and finally to his face. Bradley had that playful smile on his face as he saw Tan Colt.

“Officer," Bradley said playing it up a bit. “You finally made it." Bradley struggled against the handcuffs, kicking, and moving his legs out as he did so with slow leisured movements that tugged and pulled on the blanket covering his groin. Bradley ended up flashing the K-9 before covering back up. It sent an electrical jolt to Tan Colt's groin seeing the human like this. “I've been taken advantage of. I need your help," Bradley played it up a little more. “I need a big strong manly K-9 officer to save me."

Tan Colt flexed his toes inside the boots he wore as he swallowed the drool pooling on his tongue. Adjusting himself, Tan Colt pulled on his belt before letting his pants fall back into place. Snagging the officer cap from the nightstand and a dark shade of glasses, Tan Colt faced back towards him as he put the two things on.

“Don't worry citizen, Officer Tanner Colton is on the job." Tan Colt posed for Bradley, taking a step into the room, and shutting the door behind him with his tail.

The German Shepherd flexed, showing off the gains he'd gotten in the past couple of months. Tan Colt had been drinking protein shakes throughout the day and without the suppressants, his body naturally began to fill out. Add that on top of his ludicrous work out routine and it showed.

His tan, black marked fur barely hid the rippling muscles underneath and Tan Colt took a good couple of minutes showing it off to Bradley who gladly enjoyed the show. Tan Colt could see that, see Bradley getting aroused from just seeing his body and it was making the K-9 want to flex even more. To show off even more. To turn his back on the human, flexing for him and shaking his ass as Bradley laughed at Tan Colt's goofy display.

Tan Colt wanted the human to worship him. To love on his body and lick it clean. The very thought made the German Shepherd murr.

“Babe," Bradley said but Tan Colt shook his finger at that.

“That's officer Tan Colt to you, citizen." The German Shepherd growled low and lustful. He could smell Bradley in the room. Smelling the numerous times, they've made love in the bedroom. Even with all those smells, he could still pick up Bradley's arousal.

Tan Colt drank it in. Taking a deep breath through his nostrils and practically tasting Bradley's scent on his tongue.

It was Tan Colt's duty, nay, his responsibility to take care of his partner's needs!

“Yes, officer Tan Colt." Bradley rolled his eyes. If there was one thing Tan Colt loved to roleplay, it was him being the heroic police officer saving Bradley. The K-9 never seemed to get tired of it as if this had been his dream job since he was young. It might've just been, Bradley knew very little about Tan Colt's childhood. “You're my only hope," Bradley said, knowing that Tan Colt wouldn't get the reference.

They did this so often Bradley had to think of new, or sometimes old, things to say to make it new and exciting. Not that he needed to try hard. If Tan Colt had a fetish, it would be this.

“Have no fear! I am here!" Tan Colt placed his hands on his thighs as he pushed out his chest and tossed back his head. Standing proud and regal as if waiting for someone to snap a picture of him.

“I never should've let you watch that…" Bradley laughed as the K-9 walked over. “Aren't you going to undress?" He asked as Tan Colt closed the little distance between them.

“I need to first make sure you are safe and unharmed," Tan Colt didn't remove his shades or his hat as he moved up onto the bed. The bed creaked and groaned where his knee was placed as he leaned over and sniffed at Bradley's face.

“Going to give me a full body cavity search, officer?" Bradley teased and got a growl from the K-9.

“You never know what criminal scum will do to someone so," Tan Colt ran a hand up over Bradley's thigh. His fingers gripped the muscle as the German Shepherd turned his snout to the side, sniffing underneath Bradley's jawline. A hot, wet, damp tongue licked over it and Bradley shivered from the warmth of Tan Colt's breath washing over the spot after. “What someone might do to someone so vulnerable and helpless as you…"

“Y-yeah, I'm helpless and at your mercy." Bradley gasped.

He shivered at that as Tan Colt nosed down his chest. He was already breathing heavily. Nervous and excited about all this. Bradley didn't like losing control, in fact he hated it. There were very rare times like this that he would, though. For Tan Colt. Because he trusted his partner that much. Trusted him with his life. Putting that trust in the German Shepherd K-9's hands.

Something Tan Colt knew and got off on.

Since they'd gotten back from the wedding, Tan Colt had been even more protective over his partner. He refused to let others get too close and would make sure Bradley felt comfortable and safe at all times. It was overbearing, at first. Until Bradley addressed it. They came to an understanding that Bradley would let him know the second he was uncomfortable about something. Tan Colt had eased up after that, only giving Bradley a single questioning look from time to time. One that Bradley would answer.

Just like now.

“This isn't too much?" Tan Colt asked the question with that look. The German Shepherd waiting for confirmation before continuing any further with this.

“N-not if it's with you," Bradley would answer, and it was the German Shepherd who would shiver in delight at that. The love and trust his partner put in his hands was everything to Tan Colt. He would never take that for granted. He would protect. That was who and what he was.

What he was born to be.

“Then let me take care of you," Tan Colt breath was so warm against Bradley's bare flesh that goosebumps formed on his arms after the warmth washed over his skin. “Let me help you, citizen…" Tan Colt couldn't keep his hands off Bradley as he ran them up and down his sides, up his raised arms to take hold of his hands. Tan Colt buried his snout into Bradley's armpit , breathing deep of his partner. “FUuuuck, Bradley…" Tan Colt huffed and panted, snorting, and sniffing at the human's armpit. “You didn't shower this morning… no deodorant… you treat me so good." He wagged happily at this.

“Anything for you, love." Bradley said down to him, and the German Shepherd groaned at that. As if the words had been a caress over his quickly filling sheath. Such praise made Tan Colt's tail wag faster. “Oh? Does someone like that? Does someone like being called a… good boy?"

Tan Colt wagged even faster.

“I am a good boy," the German Shepherd said as a fact. No doubt in his voice.

“Yes you are," Bradley nuzzled Tan Colt's face and got the K-9's affectionately returning the gesture. Tan Colt nuzzling and rubbing his snout and face over Bradley's own, rubbing his scent on the human. “Yes you are a good boy. My good boy. The bestest K-9 on the force."

“I am the best," Tan Colt began to wiggle his hips with his tail wags. “The strongest." Slipping out of his boots, Tan Colt crawled up further onto the bed. “The smartest, most handsome of all the police officers." Tan Colt smirked down at the man handcuffed to their bed. “And the best lover."

“Heh, Tanner-," Bradley said but felt Tan Colt grab hold of his jaw and lift his head up until he was looking into the K-9's dark shades. The German Shepherd ran his thumb over Bradley's bottom lip.

“Say it." Tan Colt ordered as he pet the side of Bradley's cheek with a finger. “Say it all to me." The German Shepherd growled. “Tell me everything, always. Share it with me. I don't want you ever holding back."

“What?" Bradley squirmed as the heavy K-9 took a seat on his legs, pinning him to the bed.

“Tell me how good of a lover I am." Tan Colt's tail wagged. “How I'm super strong and smart and cool and sexy awesome."

“You are such a dork!" Bradley had to laugh. It was always funny seeing Tan Colt serious like this. Despite his current “gains" as Tan Colt kept calling them, the muscular K-9 was still the derpy German Shepherd partner he had met that day.

He still recalled Tan Colt's tail knocking everything over as the German Shepherd jogged over to greet his new partner.

“Come on, don't make me force you…" Tan Colt huffed against Bradley's ear. The human could feel his whiskers tickle his cheek as he did so. “Not that I mind getting a bit… ruff with you," Tan Colt barked the word out before snapping his jaws letting the sound of it make Bradley shiver. “I don't think you're the victim here, sir, I think you're the perp!"

The German Shepherd jumped to his feet, looking down at Bradley. The bed shook from the actions of the heavy K-9 and Bradley laughed.

“D-don't break the bed! We're still paying it off!" Bradley tried to get Tan Colt to calm down, but the German Shepherd was having none of it.

“Thought you could trick me, huh? Criminal scum like you need to be put under my heel," Tan Colt said as he lifted his leg above Bradley's face, a socked paw inches away from his nose. “Be crushed underneath the paw of justice! Feel the weight of your crimes," Tan Colt rubbed his sweaty, musky socked paw down over Bradley's face. “Put all you criminals in your place."

“Is this the smell of justice? Cause it stinks!" Bradley squirmed as the German Shepherd standing above him continued to smirk down at him.

“The only thing that stinks here, criminal, is the scum between my toes," Tan Colt said emphasizing this by squishing his toes around Bradley's nose and ground his foot over his lips, forcing the human to breathe it in. “That's you by the way." Tan Colt smiled as his tail wagged.

“Yes, I got that." Bradley closed his eyes, squirming as he was forced to smell the K-9's musky, sweaty sock. It was one interesting thing Bradley had noticed these past couple of months. It wasn't just Tan Colt's muscles that had increased, his sweat and musk had as well.

Before the German Shepherd K-9 could go a full week without needing to shower or a bath. Now here he was far more… musky than ever. It reminded Bradley of himself after he hit puberty. Extra fur had grown in underneath Tan Colt's arms creating armpit fur as well as over his chest and arms looking like an almost extra layer of fur. Tan Colt joked he had body hair now and Bradley had to agree, seeing as how the stripping German Shepherd above him was showing all these changes off for him, again.

If there was one thing about Tan Colt that Bradley had learned, it was that the German Shepherd was not shy about his body.

Tan Colt had great balance and stood on one foot, the other over Bradley's face, as he let the human watch him strip down in front of him.

Pulling off his shirt, up and over his head, Tan Colt gave Bradley a good look at his well-formed, toned body. Tan Colt had a six pack underneath his fur and his sides were well trimmed, rounding down to strong hips and an equally strong ass and legs. His chest stuck out more than ever and the cocky K-9 enjoyed watching Bradley enjoy the show, smirking down at Bradley who was drinking him all in.

“Someone is getting excited," Tan Colt took his foot off Bradley's face and moved it down to push against his chest, shoving the human gently back against the bedframe. It rattled and shook, hitting the wall as Tan Colt grinned. “Criminal scum like you always are repeat offenders. You get off on being brought in by the strong arm of the law," and Tan Colt flexed one of his bulging biceps for Bradley, growling as he did so. “You want to be caught. To be put in place by me."

“I think you get off on your body more than I do," Bradley teased and got a playful growl from Tan Colt.

Instead of answer the human, Tan Colt decided to punish him. Sliding his foot down Bradley's chest and over his pudgy stomach, Tan Colt gently, but firmly, pressed down over Bradley's rock-hard dick. The erection was painfully hard not to notice and Tan Colt enjoyed the look on his partner's face after he took full advantage of this.

The rough sweaty sock pressed against Bradley's naked flesh, and he groaned at the feel of that strong paw pushing down on him, stepping on him, grinding and rubbing his shaft up and down as Tan Colt teased his tip with socked toes.

“Ah, Tanner!" Bradley gasped, his voice going up a little as he said the K-9's name. Tan Colt paused at that, tail wagging, as he saw the look of pleasure wash over his man's face.

“That's right," Tan Colt huffed. “Say my name." And he pressed down further against Bradley's arousal. Grinding the soft underside of it against the rough fabric of the musky, worn sock before curling his toes around the human's head. Giving it a loving squeeze, Tan Colt pressed it down against Bradley's belly. Using the soft landing to press it and squish it against the human's body as the K-9 rubbed his foot up and down its length slowly.

“Tanner," Bradley struggled against the handcuffs and the K-9 panted openly now, tongue lolling out the front as he smiled down at the trapped human.

“That's right," Tan Colt drooled. “I should've frisked you first. Didn't know you were hiding a concealed weapon." The German Shepherd growled as he crouched down on that one leg supporting his body. “Now, time to safely put that weapon away. For your safety."

Carefully, Tan Colt removed his sock, just enough to get the opening spread underneath his paw padded feet. Then he slid Bradley's dick into it, pulling the sock down as much as he could before stepping back down on his lover. Tan Colt could feel the raw heat of Bradley's throbbing length as it pulsed against his rough K-9 paw pads. Tan Colt rubbed them up and down Bradley's length, using his toes to tease the human's engorged head, as he jerked Bradley off with his foot. His dick trapped in the sock Tan Colt was wearing.

“F-fuck, where did you learn this?" Bradley asked around panting breaths. Tan Colt just enjoyed watching his face, the expressions he made as the K-9 continued to pump his length. It was a good work out for the K-9 who was working up a sweat from this.

“Oh, Bradley." Tan Colt smirked. “You think I haven't seen you using one of my socks to jerk off with?" The K-9 licked over his teeth, looking down at the human. “Watching you getting off on my smell? The feel of my used clothing against your body? You just love it." Tan Colt growled. “Say it. Say that you do, perp. I know you're guilty."

“I do! I do!" Bradley admitted as Tan Colt gave his length another firm press down against his body, squeezing his toes around Bradley's cock's head. “Ahhh," Bradley moaned out about to come on the spot. “Tanner," he groaned the name out.

“That's right. Give yourself to the strong paw of the law." Tan Colt couldn't help the smile on his face as he watched Bradley pleasurable struggles against his teasing torment.

With how often the two played together, it was a wonder that Bradley had anything left to show but he always did.

Tan Colt could feel Bradley muscles flex under him. Watching as the human's body went stiff. He could feel the shaft going rigid, pushing up against the K-9's paw padded foot as Bradley arced his hips, before he saw it, before he even felt it… Tan Colt knew Bradley was about to blow. Tan Colt watched Bradley make his classic orgasm face as the human came all over the K-9's toes.

The heat increased in the room, the smell growing thick around them as Bradley clenched his hands tightly together, holding his breath… before he blew.

Throbbing, pulsing bursts that coated Tan Colt's sweaty toes in a sticky fluid. It pooled and gathered at the end of a sock as if it were a condom and Tan Colt huffed as he wiggled his toes in the hot fluid. Slowly, carefully Tan Colt milked his partner's length until it ran dry. Bradley twitched under him as his orgasm began to run out of steam and, carefully, Tan Colt pulled his foot out the sock. Leaving the sock there, draped over Bradley's spent dick.

“Evidence for later," Tan Colt winked at Bradley when the human had enough strength to open his eyes.

“T-thought I was going to die," Bradley let out a weak chuckle. “You've never, uh, done that before."

“You've never been handcuffed to my bed." Tan Colt pointed out and the two shared a laugh as Tan Colt got comfortable. “I still can't believe how easily you come to me…" Tan Colt licked his lips, a part of him wanted to pull that sock off Bradley's dick and chew and suck on it like some kind of adult K-9 chew toy.

“Aren't you going to get comfortable?" Bradley asked.

“What? Want to see my concealed weapon?" Tan Colt chuckled as he began to get comfortable.

Comfortable for the K-9 always meant one thing. Lose the pants. Practically ripping them off, Tan Colt tossed the pair of pants to the side as he sat at the foot of the bed, facing Bradley. The human was still handcuffed to the top of the bed and Tan Colt had no desire to release him any time soon.

Sitting between Bradley's open legs, Tan Colt picked up one of the human's feet and sniffed over his toes. Bradley squirmed as the cold, bumpy black nose brushed against his toes and tried not to laugh when Tan Colt's whiskers brushed the underside.

“Smell something you like?" Bradley asked and one of Tan Colt's ears perked up at his question. Glancing over at the human, the K-9 continued to sniff his foot.

“Just trying to figure it out." Tan Colt said as he looked the foot over as if it were a piece of evidence in one of their cases, trying to figure something out. Bradley could practically see the gears in Tan Colt's head turning.

“Figure what out?" Bradley chuckled, still breathing heavily from the orgasm Tan Colt had given him. Bradley had never blown so hard until he met the K-9.

“How you get off on my feet so easily." Tan Colt said.

“We're all into different things, Tanner." Bradley shrugged when the K-9 looked at him. “To be fair. I get off on all of you. I've always been a very open-minded guy." Bradley didn't point out that was another reason why Tan Colt and him had a chance to be together.

Most didn't see K-9's in such a light. That they were so similar to humans. Others flatly refused to acknowledge they might also be sexual beings. With how Bradley grew up in such a strict religious home, he could imagine why that was. The idea of someone like Tan Colt being sexual? Was terrifying to those of the bible belt. They already called the K-9 an abomination and an afront to God. Let alone if they found out what Tan Colt did to Bradley on a daily basis.

“No." Tan Colt growled.

“No what?" Bradley asked, confused to what he was getting so frustrated and worked up about.

“I can get off on you as well!" Tan Colt said as if the human had made such a challenge to him. Bradley just laughed. “I'll prove it to you!" And Tan Colt shoved his snout against Bradley's foot as if that was the answer to this problem.

“Babe," Bradley said. Unable to use his hands, he used his other foot to pet the side of Tan Colt's face as the K-9 sniffed and huffed over his other foot, touching himself and getting frustrated he wasn't as easily blowing as Bradley had.

Tan Colt hadn't experienced an orgasm since he'd met the human and now that he had, Pandora's box had been open and Tan Colt could never go back to not knowing how wonderful such an experience was. Tan Colt never asked or question why it was with Bradley, he just knew it was thanks to the human he had been given such pleasure. The human had gotten him to stop the suppressants, to risk everything he'd been working for. All so that Tan Colt might be able to return such pleasure he'd received from Bradley in return. To this man, his partner, his friend and finally, his lover.

“No, I can do this." Tan Colt groped and rubbed his softening sheath through the jockstrap he was wearing. “You smell good. I like the smell," Tan Colt said as if saying these things out loud to check them off some kind of list. “It smells really good. I like the way your sweat smells," Tan Colt said as he licked the sweaty foot off. Bradley squirmed some more but Tan Colt's iron hold on his leg prevented his retreat. “You taste good. I like the way you taste," Tan Colt knew that.

He loved sucking Bradley off. Feeling that shaft rub against his engorged tongue. To taste every corner of it, to press his nose against Bradley's trimmed curly fuzzy groin and inhale that intoxicating scent of his lover as he fondled and played with Bradley's sack. The human wasn't as big as the K-9 was but neither of the two complained about that, knowing their situation.

To taste Bradley's load on his tongue, to watch the human's face when he blew… the idea was more arousing than sniffing his foot was.

“Fuck, why isn't this working?" Tan Colt said getting frustrated.

“Babe," Bradley said, and the K-9 looked at him. “You are getting aroused but you're uh, missing the other things." The human said knowingly.

“What do you mean?" Tan Colt whined, ears folding back as if he'd done something wrong.

“Tanner," Bradley said his name and the K-9 sat up a little bit more at that. “You're a good boy." He said and the K-9 ears shot up. He felt warm and tingling all over just hearing those words from Bradley. That he did a good job, that he was a good partner. Tan Colt loved the constant affirmation that he was doing good. “See," Bradley motioned down with his head and Tan Colt opened his legs to look down at his groin.

Inside the tight-fitting jock strap, his sheath was outlined nicely. It twitched in response to Bradley's words, filling out and increasing in size with his arousal.

“Now," Bradley said, and Tan Colt looked up at him. “Take my other foot," Tan Colt did. “Good," Bradley smiled. “Sniffing between my toes, right at the top where it meets the sole." Tan Colt did so. He smelled the musk of Bradley on it. The sweat of the human. He could feel it against his sensitive nose. “Now, touch yourself," Tan Colt did. “Good boy." Bradley finished with and Tan Colt groaned.

He loved that. Loved the scent of his lover in his nostrils, feel the human's sweat against his nose as he rubbed and touched himself. Then those words. Bradley telling him what a good boy he was. The combination of all these things made the K-9 growl. A low lustful sound as he nosed against Bradley's foot.

“Good boy, Tanner. You are my good boy. The bestest boy. The smartest and strongest. Thickest, most, uh, muscly boy there is!" Bradley said as he watched Tan Colt jerk off to him.

Bradley could see Tan Colt's arousal poking against the jock strap. The tip stretching it out and tenting the fabric as more of the K-9 began to spill out.

“You know," Bradley licked his suddenly dry lips as he stared at Tan Colt's groin unabashedly. “There is even more you can do, to get off to this… it isn't just this or that. It's everything. We can experience everything, together, Tanner."

Tan Colt's lifted up once more and his eyes opened, staring at Bradley with hazel eyes. They were so large and bright, Tan Colt listening to every word Bradley had to say. The K-9 practically holding his breath as Bradley spoke.

“What else…?" Tan Colt asked in no more than a warm whisper, a hot breath that blew between Bradley's toes.

“Well," Bradley licked his lips. “Do you know why I came so easily when you, uh, put me in my place?" He asked and Tan Colt shook his head, still refusing to remove his nose from Bradley's toes and shook his foot also with the motion. “Well, come closer and see…"

Getting curious, Tan Colt let go of Bradley's foot and crawled on all fours between the human's legs. Tilting his head to one side, Tan Colt waited for his next order.

It was amusing to see. Tan Colt wanted to be the one in charge, to put Bradley in his place but the second the human took the reins from him, the K-9 jumped to attention. Wanting to be told what to do, what a good boy he was for doing them and to experience this pleasure with his partner. Over and over again.

“Lift up my leg," Bradley ordered, and Tan Colt did.

The German Shepherd K-9 easily lifted Bradley's leg up and his eyes trailed over the sock still hanging over Bradley's dick, down his tight spent balls, over his hairy taint until he finally saw the human's rear. Tan Colt's eyes widened as he saw a black silicone plug up the human's ass. It spread his hole, closing it off with a round flat base. Bradley clenched his rear around it getting a startled sound from the K-9.

Tan Colt actually yipped seeing it, tail wagging quickly.

“A-are we going to play play?" Tan Colt asked, and Bradley chuckled at that. It wasn't just Tan Colt's muscles or musk that had increased in the past year. Other parts of Tan Colt had also gotten bigger, and Bradley needed to spend extra time prepping himself for it.

“I've been waiting for you all morning babe," Bradley said with that husky warm voice sounding like Tennessee whiskey on a warm morning. Tan Colt jumped at that, looking at the human with large eyes.

“I'm sorry! I kept you waiting," Tan Colt stammered out. “The appointment went longer than I thought it would. I didn't mean to upset you," he whined, and Bradley pet the side of the German Shepherd with a foot.

“Babe, I've been waiting for you as a surprise, silly." Bradley said wiggling his hips a bit. “We have today off. I just wanted to spend all of it with you. Go ahead, I'm ready for you."

Tan Colt's ears folded back, whining softly as he looked down at the plug before up at Bradley's face for confirmation. Bradley nodded and Tan Colt carefully reached down to take hold of the butt plug. Grasping the flat base of it, Tan Colt carefully twisted and turned it. He couldn't help taking his time, loving the faces Bradley made as he did so. The human was putty in his fingers when they did this, and Bradley let out a groan of relief when Tan Colt finally removed it.

“Still slick," Tan Colt noted, looking over at Bradley who was flushed in the face. Tan Colt rubbed over Bradley's loose opening as the human leaked from it making him squirm even more.

“W-when I got your text you were on your way home, I reapplied the lube and inserted it in anticipation for your arrival." Bradley admitted sheepishly. “Tanner," he said his name. “I love you…"

Tan Colt's ears perked up before folding back as his tail wagged.

“I want to be with you today, if you want." Bradley was always so open and accepting of Tan Colt but even the German Shepherd had to roll his eyes at that.

“Let me get this straight," Tan Colt said.

“Nothing straight about me." Bradley smiled and Tan Colt gave him a look.

“Okay. Gay dad jokes aside, you think I would come home to my man hand cuffed to our bed, moaning my name, with our shared butt plug up his ass… and you think I won't take advantage of this?" Tan Colt tsked. “Beg." He said the word and Bradley blushed at that.

“W-what?" Bradley asked.

“You got yourself all lubed up, plugged up and ready for this. Even," Tan colt motioned at the hand cuffs. “And then you ask if I'm okay with this after you get off? No, no. That's not how this works Bradley," Tan Colt grinned as he placed the dark shades back over his eyes from where they'd fallen off. “I'm going to leave you handcuffed and lubed up like this unless you beg for it. Beg for me to take care of your needs and release you."

“T-Tanner!" Bradley laughter broke at the end. “You wouldn't leave me like this!"

“Oh, I'll stick around and keep you company, of course. I'm not a bad guy... But I won't top you," Tan Colt hoped this would work as there was no way in hell he was going to pass up this opportunity. Bradley had served himself up on a silver platter, freshly lubed. Tan Colt would've broken down the door if it'd been locked to get to him like this.

“T-Tanner," Bradley blushed, turning away. “T-Tanner, I need you…" The human closed his legs, trying to cover himself. To see such a man like Bradley getting all worked up and bashful like this was doing something extra special to Tan Colt's shaft and he was leaking profusely from the tip that sputtered in reply to his words. “H-help me, Tanner."

“You need me to what?" Tan Colt pressed as he ran a hand up Bradley's thigh.

“I need you to fill all my holes," Bradley face turned a darker shade as he said the words.

“Is that all I am to you? A K-9 butt plug?" Tan Colt turned away as if he'd been hurt, covering his mouth with a hand.

“You are so much more than that! That's just a nice benefit," Bradley chuckled but when Tan Colt didn't proceed further Bradley stepped up his game. “Hey, babe?" He asked and Tan Colt glanced over at him. “You are so beautiful," Bradley started with. “I love the way you smile. You're always so warm and welcoming. There are days I feel like crying because I'm just so damn happy after meeting you…" Tan Colt's tail wagged. “My life wasn't that great… hell, it was pretty mediocre all things considered. Then I met you." Bradley met those hazel eyes and Tan Colt's tail flagged up. “You aren't just my butt plug. You're my friend. My partner. My roommate. And the man I love… now? Will you fuck me raw and spit in my mouth like the filthy criminal scum I am, Mr. Paw of Justice?"

“That's just so sweet," Tan Colt wiped an imaginary tear away from his eye. “Okay. I will fuck you raw and split you in two like a banana split," the German Shepherd K-9 stuck his tongue out at him.

“Man, you buy a K-9 one banana split and then he won't stop bringing it up," Bradley rolled his eyes as Tan Colt moved back over.

“Oh, shut up and kiss me!" Tan Colt said as he grabbed hold of Bradley's face and their lips crashed against each other like waves against a rocky shore.

Bradley's full lips met the K-9's softer, velvety ones. They were warm to the touch and though lacking than a human's, Tan Colt made up for it with thrice the enthusiasm as any of Bradley's old hook ups ever had.

Tongues dances, drool dripped, and lips pressed against each other as the two kissed. A heated passionate kiss that didn't stop. Tan Colt's hands were all over Bradley's body as he slipped between his legs, humping against the human's groin. Tan Colt could see the human struggling against the hand cuffs, wanting to return the favor. To pet him. To rub him. To slide his fingers between Tan Colt's double layer of fur. To grab hold of it and grip him as they kissed. To press their bodies together and hump themselves like frenzy high schoolers.

The idea of it was almost as arousing as the act itself and Tan Colt wagged at that, following Bradley's directions again. Combining not one or two pleasures but all of them together. The human's smell, the feel of his smaller body under him. It wasn't just the smell or touch; it was the sounds Bradley made as they kissed. Wet gasping noises as Tan Colt slid his wide, thick tongue into the human's mouth. Kissing him long and deep until Bradley gagged on it and Tan Colt retreated back.

Wiping his muzzle off, he smirked at the human. The two breathing heavily.

“Open," Tan Colt ordered, and Bradley did. Opening his mouth wide. Tan Colt hooked a finger in Bradley's cheek before sitting tall on his knees and looking down at him, towering over him and blocking out the light from the window as Tan Colt rested his forehead against the metal bars of the bedframe.

Bradley knew what was happening even before he tasted the tart drool of it. Something about Tan Colt had changed in these past couple of months, Bradley unaware the K-9 had even been on the suppressants Tan Colt had stopped taking. It left the German Shepherd having new desires and thoughts, following them up with lewd and at times kinky actions such as this.

Drool trickled from Tan Colt's jaws, dripping down over Bradley's cheeks, and running down his chin. It oozed out over Tan Colt's tongue and the German Shepherd used the engorged muscle to funnel the thick, tart saliva into Bradley's mouth. Watching as the human drank it in. Swallowing his drool and grinning down at him after.

“Good boy," Tan Colt said, petting Bradley's face. He held it. Looking into his eyes for the longest of times. “I… Can't without you."

“I know." Bradley wanted to touch Tan Colt's hand but his were still busy being cuffed above him. “I'm here, Tanner…"

“Right." Tan Colt nodded at that, pulling back, and letting out a heavy breath. “You are here." Tan Colt flexed, holding it, and then relaxed. “I'm going to fuck you so raw."

“Fuck me raw, lovingly." Bradley correct and Tan Colt smirked at that.

“Lovingly ruff!" He barked out at the end.

“Good boy," Bradley smiled back.

“Save that after I knot you," Tan Colt growled as he wiggled his eyebrows at the human. Moving back, he positioned himself between Bradley's legs. “Oh," Tan Colt said as he reached down and felt his jock strap. “I guess I better hang this up," he said casually, slipping out of it and holding the musky garment up before him. He sniffed it and pulled back. “Ho, that is musky. Now then, hold still while I hang this up..."

“Wha-," Bradley couldn't even finish asking before he felt the warm, musky ripe fabric of the jock strap slip over his nose and mouth. Tan Colt looped the straps over Bradley's ears before tying them loosely behind the humans head so it wouldn't slip off.

“There. Much better," Tan Colt grinned at the human as he lifted up Bradley's legs. “Oh, Bradley," Tan Colt looked down at the human's rear. “You tightened back up. Silly humans," Tan Colt nosed down, sniffing over Bradley's sack and down his taint to his tail hole. Bradley could only struggle and squirm in Tan Colt's strong grip as his cold wet nose tickled his taint.

His nose pressed against the semi-loose lubed hole and Bradley fidgeted from the cold feel of that nose against his steaming hot ass. Tan Colt breathed it in. He could smell Bradley. He could smell the lube. It was the heat of it that was making the K-9 drool.

Tan Colt licked out.

His tongue slapping against that sensitive, warm skin and pulled on it. Tugged on it as the tongue dragged up over it's surface. Bradley groaned around the musky cloth draped over his face as Tan Colt continued to lick him. It was slow and loving at first. The more he did it, the rougher Tan Colt became.

The taste of him. The feel of that skin against his tongue. The smell of Bradley filled Tan Colt's nostrils with every heavy breath he took. Panting hotly over the tail hole, Tan Colt shifted his weight to the side so he could angle and turn his muzzle and press it against Bradley's tail hole in a loving kiss.

It was rough, it was forced, and Bradley moaned as Tan Colt shoved his snout between his ass cheeks and ate him out.

That tongue slid inside his body. Licking at his walls. Pulling on his hole as it dragged back out and into the drooling muzzle it had come from. Tan Colt tasted him. Tasted his body and the flavored lube that Bradley and him liked to use. Tan Colt loved to lick and getting flavorful lube was a must. The taste of it paled in comparison to Bradley's natural musky flavor but it was better than the artificial non-flavored lube they had originally been using.

Licking and eating Bradley out, Tan Colt held his legs up in the air as the K-9 continued his sexual feast. Licking up out of the hole, Tan Colt lapped up over Bradley's sweaty taint. He liked that flavor. The smell of those short curly hairs as he buried his nose between his legs. Sniffing him. Smelling him. Inhaling his aroma as Tan Colt humped against the bed with a low growl.

“Want." Tan Colt growled the word out as he pulled back, tossing his head back as he panted and breathed the fresh air. Any longer and he might've bit Bradley out of lust. “I want you, so bad." Tan Colt scooted closer, his full sheath pressing between Bradley's open legs as the German Shepherd K-9 growled at him.

Bradley just nodded dumbly in reply. He was getting worked up again to the point his flaccid shaft had begun to harden, preparing for round two. There was no way he was going to take Tan Colt and not blow a second time.

“Please," Bradley begged him, and Tan Colt felt the words resonate in his dark gray, almost black shaft that had emerged from it's home.

Tan Colt ran the tip of his tapered cock up and over Bradley's hole. Rubbing it around the human's donut and glazing it with the warm pre that dribbled and leaked out the tip. When Bradley moaned his name, Tan Colt's shaft jumped, spurting more of that lubricating substance out over the human's hole. It was hot and Bradley shuddered, feeling it run over his donut and down his ass crack to soil the bed.

“Messy boy," Bradley panted. Every breath was of Tan Colt. He smelled the K-9 as if Tan Colt's fuzzy sack was draped over his face instead of the jockstrap. It was warm and his hot breath was only making it smellier.

“I better put this thing away then, huh?" Tan Colt grinned. “Might make a mess all over that body…" Tan Colt's eyes lazily looked over Bradley's naked body hand cuffed before him. “Mess you all up…" He panted. “Cover you in my smell. My scent. No one would want you then…" Tan Colt swallowed. “All mine."

Bradley groaned once more, squirming in Tan Colt's vice like grip.

“Fuck me already. You big sexy stinky tease!" Bradley begged; he ordered Tan Colt. Whatever it took to feel his love filling his inside. Wanting this, needing him just as bad as Tan Colt wanted and needed Bradley.

“As you wish," Tan Colt smiled, and Bradley groaned at that.

“I shouldn't have shown you that movie either-," Bradley begun but he never finished that sentence as Tan Colt split him like a banana split.

His ass cheeks parted, his tail hole spread, and the girth of the K-9 slid deep inside the human's body replacing his words with incomprehensible moans of pain and pleasure rolled together as one, as their body slowly became one themselves.

Tan Colt wasn't always so forceful but the build up to this, he was beginning to understand what Bradley meant about combining pleasures. All of this. The foreplay, the teasing, the smells, the feel of each other bodies… the sounds Bradley made, the faces the human had when Tan Colt gave him such pleasure? All of it. Every last thing combined together into a perfect wave that crashed against Tan Colt to the point he thought he might blow right there on the spot.

His sack tightened but a deep growl filled his chest as Tan Colt stopped himself from ruining this moment. This wasn't a fuck and done. He needed to be with Bradley and Tan Colt wanted to drag every second of their love making out for as long as his body could endure and take it.

The pleasure was like a training exercise as Tan Colt pulled out of his lover's tight, warm, slick tail hole and pressed back in. A training workout where Tan Colt was trying to beat his best time. To hold out as long as he could as he felt Bradley clench around his length. Squeezing it as the human rocked his hips against the K-9's shaft.

“Just like that," Tan Colt huffed out, tilting his head back as he enjoyed this. Keeping Bradley's legs up with his hands, he pressed forward again. Pushing deeper into Bradley's body. It was so warm, so hot. It made his length tingle, made his balls tighten and Tan Colt desperately tried to hold it in.

Where it had begun rough, then slow, now it quickened in pace. Tan Colt rushing this as he humped and slid his length in and out of Bradley's body making loud noises every time he did. Be it Bradley's moans of pleasure, Tan Colt's lustful growls or just the sexual sounds of their love making. These sounds filled the room.

No words were shared from there, though Tan Colt could see Bradley trying. Trying to tell him how good this felt. How good he was. With perked ears, Tan Colt listened to the words Bradley didn't say and yet felt them inside as his knot rubbed and pressed over Bradley's hole. It helped guide his fat length to it's designation when it pulled out and pushed back in.

In and out, faster and rougher, hotter and heavier as Tan Colt pressed against the handcuffed human's body.

Tan Colt wasn't sure what his last thought was. All he knew was the howl that tore from his chest and out his throat, filling the room as the K-9 knot pushed into Bradley's rear and filled it. Just as Tan Colt filled him. His length gushed and oozed thick, sticky, hot white fluid like magma into the human's body.

It was warm. It was hot and heavy. Bradley could feel it. Feel that load shooting into him. Tan Colt had a good aim and every spurt of his seed hit against the human's prostate. Where his shaft had rubbed and teased it before, that warmth was the last push Bradley needed to follow up Tan Colt's orgasm with his own.

Bradley's length jumped up to attention before the glands flared out and he shot sticky white ribbons up over his chest. It wasn't much but the smell of it drove Tan Colt on. That smell, combined with Bradley's ass squeezing, pulsing with his own release was all Tan Colt needed to blow again.

Or maybe he hadn't stopped the first time.

It was so much. His balls hurt. Tan Colt's fat German Shepherd orbs squeezed tightly against his body, perfectly outlined in their furry sack as the K-9 continued to fill his partner up. It hurt and he loved it. His balls ached and Tan Colt wanted more.

It was exactly what Bradley had said. The pain with the pleasure, mixing together, flowing as one to that finish made it all the better.

Just like Bradley was. His smile, his smell. The way he looked at Tan Colt and the words he used to address him by, calling the K-9 by his name. Acknowledging him, knowing him, talking to him and treating him like an equal, his partner. It was all Tan Colt had ever asked for or wanted.

And it was Bradley that had given him this. Everything. Combined into one like a wave crashing on the shore and Tan Colt wept as he pulled Bradley close.

“B-babe, the handcuffs." Bradley tried to say, to warn Tan Colt but in a flash, the K-9 ripped the handcuff chain apart. It broke above Bradley's head and before the human could respond to that, he was scooped up in a bone crushing up as he sat on Tan Colt's lap. “Tanner…?" He nervously asked as the K-9 held him.

Bradley felt it. Felt the hot tears wet his shoulder and the human hesitantly wrapped his arms around Tan Colt's body. Hugging and holding him close as Tan Colt wept.

“W-why…?" Tan Colt asked.

“Why what?" Bradley answered.

“Why do they hate me so much…?" Tan Colt whimpered, hugging Bradley closer.

“…who?" Bradley wanted to know but Tan Colt just went on.

“All I wanted to do is help. All I wanted to be was an enforcer of peace… I just want to be a good. I just want to do the right thing. To follow the law and… and…" Tan Colt squeezed Bradley making the man grunt from his strength. “I can't…" Tan Colt shuddered. “Not without you." Tan Colt licked at Bradley's face. “Just don't leave…" He whimpered.

“I… I won't." Bradley just said, patting Tan Colt on the back.

Taking a heavy breath, Tan Colt turned them to their side before lying out in the bed. He humped against Bradley as if to make sure he was still tied to him. Refusing to let the human go as the K-9 ran his hands over his body. Feeling him. Tracing out the muscles on his arm to the curve of his gut. Tan Colt checking to make sure he was real, that this was real.

The overwhelming explosion of emotions that hit Tan Colt had knocked him off guard, threatening to sweep him away. If it weren't for Bradley, they might've. Without the suppressants, Tan Colt was feeling new things, new emotions for the first time and was trying to come to terms with them. To understand what they meant.

The good, the bad, and the ugly ones…

“I didn't know K-9's could cry…" Bradley said the words, shocked as to what else to say or do. He could feel Tan Colt lodged in his ass and knew the K-9's knot would tie the two together for the next hour, at least. The German Shepherd hugged him, squeezed him tightly before easing up.

“W-we can't," Tan Colt said, sobbing silently as he held Bradley against his chest. Nuzzling him. Rubbing him. Pushing his snout from one side of his face and over the other. “We can't," Tan Colt said but Bradley could clearly see the tears staining his face, dampening the fur under his eyes as the German Shepherd looked down at him.

“Uh, sure…" Bradley chuckled, unsure what else to say. He reached up, wiping off one of Tan Colt's eyes. “I… I love you. You know that, right, Tanner?"

“I do." Tan Colt nodded. “A-and I love you."

Bradley exchanged a soft kiss with the upset K-9 who whimpered when he pulled back.

“Whatever is going on with you…" Bradley swallowed, hesitating before he continued. “I'll be here for you. You know that, right, partner?" Bradley smiled at that. Saying the word. Partner. Partner in their job, in life, in their home and together. “My partner."

“Right. Partner." Tan Colt smiled weakly.

“What's going on? You can talk to me, Tanner." Bradley asked as his eyes began to water, worry building up behind them as he looked the K-9's face over as if trying to find the answer on it.

“I just… a lot. A lot of things have been happening. New things I've been feeling ever since…" Tan Colt swallowed the last word down. He hadn't really told Bradley about the suppressants he'd been on. Let alone the fact he had stopped taking them.

Apparently the drug Project Tomorrow had administered was for more than just his sexual appetite. It was for so many more things. In fact, Tan Colt begun to suspect the suppressant hadn't been for his sex drive, rather something else as so many new things began coming to his mind. Strange things. Words and images and feelings that he couldn't be sure were fully his own.

“If it weren't for you…" Tan Colt shuddered, shaking his head. “I don't even want to think of it."

“Right." Bradley nodded, trying to understand. “And you know I'll be here for you. Through it all…?" He asked and Tan Colt nodded. “M-maybe someone at Project Tomorrow could help?"

“NO!" Tan Colt snarled before he pulled back. “S-sorry, just no… I can't tell them. They might…" Tan Colt wanted to stop there but needed to say it. To say it aloud. His greatest fear. “They might take me away from you…"

“Tanner…" Bradley pet the side of his face. “You're health is more important than-,"

“It isn't." Tan Colt gritted his teeth. “It isn't. You are… my rock. I need you. If they try to take you…"

“Then is there anyone else you can ask?" Bradley said, trying to find another solution to this.

“Well…" Tan Colt's ears folded back. “There is one person." Tan Colt hated to say it. To admit that he would need HIS help out of every K-9 out there. “Conrad. Conrad is… I believe he went through the same thing I am."

“What is it…?" Bradley asked.

“Withdrawals," Tan Colt almost laughed. Trying to make it humorous as if that somehow would lesson the blow.

“Tanner…" Bradley's eyes watered once more, grabbing hold of the K-9's hand. “I didn't know…"

“It's not what you think… but it is something I need to look into and address." Tan Colt sighed, shaking his head before settling down. “Let's just put a pin in this. I'll let you know when I know more, alright?"

“Okay. I trust you, Tanner." Bradley said, his smile unable to reach his eyes. He looked down at the K-9's large chest, placing a hand against them and felt his heartbeat underneath. Tan Colt had once mentioned that his heart was partially mechanized. He didn't even know what that fully meant. Bradley knew so little. “I don't want to lose you… to lose this… I've never been happier, Tanner."

“You won't," Tan Colt promised, nuzzling the human and pulling him closer. He tucked Bradley underneath his chin and rested his muzzle on top of the human's head. “I won't let it. Not this. Not anyone. We'll always be together."

“Promise?"

“I promise." Tan Colt said as he closed his eyes. “I'll text that bastard first thing when we wake up later today…"

“Okay…" Bradley snuggled in closer and put a leg up over Tan Colt's thigh. “I'll see you when I wake up. If I don't see you in my dreams first."

“Lucky," Tan Colt chuckled.

“What?"

“K-9's can't dream." Tan Colt shrugged as he snuggled closer. “Just one of the many things you humans can do that we can't…"

“Right…" Bradley closed his eyes to that, unsure what else to say. So he said the only thing he knew he could. “I love you."

“Love you," Tan Colt grumbled before falling into a deep, heavy sleep tied to his lover. Lost in the warmth of their love making, the smell of his partner and the feel of Bradley in his arms…

Tanner Colton dreamt for the very first time in his life…