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The toned, gray furred rabbit teen awoke lazily in bed on a lazy Saturday afternoon. He was unclothed but for his socks and his dark blue bikini briefs, which bulged with a bad case of morning wood, and a pinched-out cigarette was dangling between his thumb and forefinger.

He yawned and stretched and sat up, glancing over expecting to see the sleeping form of his older lover. William was not there. Work, Jeff surmised. He sometimes forgot in his blissful joy of sharing William's bed that the squirrel was a cop, and cops tended to get called in for work even on weekends. No matter, thought Jeff as he realized suddenly he needed to pee. He'd wait for him to come home, and thent hey'd have some fucking fun.

From the moment he'd been born, Jeff Strouden had experienced a frustrating life. His mother left him and his father when he was only five, and Michael Strouden was not exactly a model father. A foulmouthed drunkard who'd never wanted a child, he pretty much left Jeff to fend for himself. Oh, sure, he bought him clothes and food, but he otherwise treated the boy like total shit. He'd even struck Jeff a few times. Until Jeff turned fourteen and found he could hit back. Then Michael stopped physically abusing his son, and returned to merely verbally abusing or outright ignoring him. Jeff preferred the latter.

Somehow, despite this, Jeff had not turned into an evil person. Oh, he was a hoodlum, all right. There was no denying that. He had tendencies. "Tendencies" was what his father called them. Something of a bully in school, when he actually went there anyway, he also once sold drugs to his classmates, and, unusual for a boy his age, he rather wantonly had sex with other males, his own age and older.

Despite it all, he was not a malicious person. The raven-haired rabbit had managed to keep his soul despite his so far hellish upbringing. His bullying never went beyond the verbal or a shove here and there, and although he sold drugs, he never used them. He smoked cigarettes and drank, yes, but never anything more serious. He had no desire to destroy his life so early. Although he lacked any long-term plans, Jeff knew, eventually, he would, and he wanted to keep clean so he could bring those hypothetical plans to fruition.

As for the sex, the fifteen-year old saw nothing whatsoever wrong in that. Sex was natural to the boy, and he liked to think he was good at it. He'd learned of it from spying on his father banging his various girlfriends. While this had gotten him interested in sex from an early age, it had the double effect of ensuring Jeff Strouden would never, ever want to sleep with a female. Michael Strouden made it look thoroughly unpleasant. So, as an experiment, Jeff had inticed one of the kids he sold drugs to to blow him and later to come into bed with him on one of the rare days his father wasn't at home, and he'd never looked back since.

Stretching again, Jeff slid out of bed and brushed his black locks out of his eyes. Annoying, but he liked his hair long. Finding his silver engraved lighter stolen from his father in the pocket of his jeans which lay strewn on the floor, he relit the extinguished cigarette and took a long and deep drag. Refreshing. William disliked him smoking, especially in the apartment, but Jeff didn't give two fucks about that. Twice he'd bent the squirrel cop to his will so as far as he was concerned, he, and not the detective, was calling the shots in their relationship.

Holding the cigarette in the corner of his mouth he went into the bathroom to deal with a full bladder and his morning wood, not necessarily in that order. Off came his sweaty briefs and onto the bathroom counter they went. Putting his hands on the rim Jeff smirked at himself in the mirror. He was handsome. He wasn't particularly vain, but he knew he looked good nonetheless, and to deny the blatantly obvious seemed silly.

Some may disagree. His long, unkempt black hair, choice of black clothing, baggy jeans and raggedy mismatched sneakers and his tendency to smoke and drink and sell drugs sent off warning signs to the various uptight douchebags in town to stay away from him, as his hairstyle, wardrobe and, yes, "tendencies" were, to them, clear signs that he was dangerous.

And Jeff liked it this way. Anyone who would automatically assume he was some kind of monster simply because he chose to dress like a stereotypical street thug wasn't someone Jeff wanted anything to with. He usually liked to keep to himself and never had any long-term relationships.

William was changing this. The damn cop was stealing Jeff's heart. He was pretty well off and had a nice apartment, but Jeff, who had money stashed in his bedroom at home, wasn't really concerned with money. What was important was that William didn't judge the rabbit based on his looks, and he behaved exactly how Jeff wanted a proper lover to behave. He didn't take Jeff's shit and stood up to him, offering the teen a good challenge, he was gentle and courteous, and yet also easy to goad into really angry sex.

Jeff's other lovers came to him because they thought he looked like trouble and they wanted the thrill of fucking, or being fucked by, such a rough kid. Others thought they could tame him. William was the first one who slept with him because he just plain liked him.

Jeff loved how adorably clean-cut William was with his short hair and his bowties. The bowties the otherwise tough-looking squirrel cop wore were what had first caught the boy's attention and endeared the adult to him. And now, it would seem that Jeff's initial only "liking" of the squirrel was growing into something resembling love. The thought was alien and surprising to Jeff, but not unwelcome.

Their seemingly incompatible lifestyles and interests were exactly the sort of fun clash the teenager was looking for. Besides, he thought, maybe they'd rub off on each other. Maybe Jeff could make the cop a little bit crooked and William could make the delinquent teen a little bit more conservative. Variety was, after all, the spice of life. A spice that Jeff found very appetizing.

He pushed himself off the counter as he felt the heaviness of his bladder reminding him how badly he needed to go. The teen slid his fingers over his throbbing erection trying to decide which to do first. A piss hardon was unusually pleasant to him, but he didn't feel like jerking off right now. So he decided to pee first and hope this made the hardon go away.

With that, he moved over to the toilet and lifted the lid, but not the seat. He stood spread-legged over the commode and then tried to piss. Pissing with a hardon was a trial but he managed, holding his cock with one hand and holding his cigarette with the other, smoking languidly as he urinated. Aiming was impossible so he wound up pissing on the toilet seat, sending little spatters and droplets of piss everywhere.

"Shit," he said, sticking the cigarette back into his mouth and gripping the firehouse-like cock with both hands so as to aim better. Finally it went directly into the water where it was supposed to go.

He finished, and flushed. Then, frowning, he got some toilet paper and wiped up most of the piss droplets from the toilet seat and floor. Inwardly he felt a little stupid for caring about the mess when he smoked despite his boyfriend's repeated requests he not, but there was a difference between doing something you enjoyed even when it was an annoyance to someone else, and just being a gross asshole. And William wasn't somebody Jeff wanted to be a gross asshole to.

With that, he dropped the toilet paper in and flushed again. He did not, however, wash his hands, instead stepping directly into the shower, pulling the dark blue curtain closed. His hardon remained, to his annoyance. Fuck. It would need to be taken care of, then. As he turned on the hot water, carefully maneuvering the hand holding the cigarette so the water wouldn't hit it, and groaned happily as the warm liquid hit his bare chest and cascaded down his young, nude form. The sweat and stink from last night's bout of lovemaking began to be washed away.

The hand with the cigarette braced the boy against the tiled wall while the other slide down his wet tummy to his raging erection. His nimble fingers slid around and embraced the organ, and Jeff began furiously pumping the resulting fist, squeezing the pinkish-colored cock so hard it turned a deep purple. Although it felt fucking great, he had other things he wanted to, things to plan for and arrange, so this was just a chore to him at the moment.

As he pleasured himself, he stuck his head under the running water, soaking his long hair and plastering it to his head and neck. He threw the head back, tossing the wet hair back and out of his eyes, laughing suddenly as he felt like someone from one of those stupid shampoo commercials. Moving his head out of the stream, he slid the now almost extinguished cigarette between his lips and took the last few drags it had to offer. Smoke almost completely filled the bathroom now, mingling with the steam from the hot water.

When he was through with the cigarette he opened the curtain and flicked it into the toilet for William to find and complain about later. Then it was back to his cock. He bent his body, the hair getting into his face again, hunching his back and grunting as he bucked his hips rapidly, fucking his tightly gripping fist. He closed his eyes and thought of dirty things, and, to his intense relief, he was so hard he exploded not a moment later. The teen's thick cock splurted his cum forth, and it was immediately washed down the drain.

As he came, he yelled in pleasure. "Fffffuuuuuucckkkk....!"

It was one of the best orgasms he'd had since his first night with William and made the chore of needing to banish the morning wood worth the effort. As the shots tapered off he felt weak-kneed and sagged slightly, panting softly, but soon he regained his strength and caught his breath. Then, sighing happily, he used William's soap and shampoo to clean himself and wash his hair, then turned the shower off.

Throwing back the curtain he stepped naked and dripping wet out onto the non-slip mat and grabbed a handy towel. A couple of minutes later the mostly dry but still damp rabbit pulled his briefs back on and returned to the bedroom, flicking off the bathroom light. Retrieving his pants and shirt, he slid them on and then sat on the bed and pulled his tattered sneakers on. Leaving the bedroom he got a Coke from the fridge in the kitchen, then went out of the apartment and to the door down the hall, and banged on it with his fist. When he got no response, he banged louder.

"Who the fuck is it?" came a gruff voice from within.

"The fucking Anti-Christ," Jeff replied. "Let me in, Dad. I need to get some shit."

After a moment he heard the sound of the chain being undone and a click as the door as unlocked. The door opened a bit and a shirtless gray rabbit in his early forties appeared, glowering. The apartment behind him was dark.

Michael Strouden was big, and muscular, with a neatly-trimmed beard framing his strong jaw and hair black like his son's, also long like his son's, and had telltale signs of his alcohol abuse and general unhappiness with life. Deep lines ran under his puffy, dull and slightly pinked eyes and his beard hid deep frown lines. One ear drooped permanently. At the moment, he was shirtless and wearing just too-tight bluejeans.

"Oh, it's you, you little shit," said Michael. "What the fuck you do want? I'm busy."

Yeah, thought, Jeff. Busy like I've been, you horny old bastard. "I need to get some shit," he repeated.

"Michael, who is it?" a female voice came from somewhere in the darkness behind the big rabbit. Jeff's suspicions were confirmed. His father had been banging one of his girlfriends and this was why he'd locked his son out of the apartment for two fucking days straight.

"Just my idiot son," Michael said. To his son, he said, "Fine, come on in."

He opened the door further and Jeff entered. He flinched slightly as the door slammed behind him. He didn't hold it against his father for locking him out. The Strouden home was probably the least cheery apartment in the known universe. It wasn't a dump, or messy, and in fact was fairly tidy, but it radiated no cheeriness or warmth.

The furniture was worn and old, but expensive, bought from when Michael Strouden had a more successful job. The dusty curtains were eternally drawn, allowing no sunlight in, making the already drab apartment seem like a black hole of unpleasantness, one which Jeff escaped from every chance he got. However he kept returning because it was the only home he had at the moment, and all of his belongings were here. As was his money. Money which he kept hidden from his father.

The one point of happiness at the moment was Nichelle Miles, Michael's latest girlfriend. A buxom, twentysomething chocolate colored female rabbit, Nichelle was reclining on the leather sofa filing her nails. She was in nothing but her bra and panties and a loosefitting bathrobe. Jeff didn't know her very well, but she was nice to him, not the typical skank Michael dated. She worked as a secretary for some real estate guy downtown. Jeff couldn't wait for the bastard to dump her, so she could move on to a boyfriend who would give a shit about her.

"Hi, Michael," she said pleasantly but tiredly.

"Hey, Nichelle," Jeff said, sounding bored. She was nice but he didn't want to stay in the apartment any longer than necessary.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Michael asked. It was more of a perfunctory question rather than Michael actually wondering where his child had been for two days. "Last I checked, Jeff, you lived here."

"Kinda hard to live here when I can't even opent he front door," Jeff replied. "You locked me outside again the night before last. I had to crash at a friend's."

"Sorry," Michael said without meaning it. "Who did you stay with, anyway?"

"The guy down the hall," replied Jeff, growing impatient. "Not that it's any of your business."

"The fucking cop?" Michael asked, incredulous. "And it is my Goddamn business. I'm your father."

"Michael," Nichelle chided angrily.

"Shut up," Michael grunted.

"Don't tell her to shut up," Jeff growled. "And don't you try acting like my dad when you haven't been that for years."

The big bearded rabbit ball up a fist and stepped towards his son, glaring. Jeff stood his ground fearlessly, although deep down he was worried Michael was actually going to hit him for the first time in two years. On the couch, Nichelle looked poised to jump up and attack her big lug of a boyfriend. After a moment, Michael lowered his shaking fist without comment and went into the kitchen. He turned the light on, nearly blinding his son and girlfriend with the sudden brightness.

Jeff shook his head. Turning to Nichelle, he said, "Sorry for causing trouble. I'm just here to get some of my shit, I got some things I wanna do today."

"Don't worry about it, Jeff, Michael's just in a rotten mood as usual," Nichelle said with a small smile, inclining her head at the kitchen to indicate her boyfriend's current mood, and resumed filing her nails. "It's because he's out of beer."

Shrugging, Jeff went to his room. On his way he passed the kitchen. Inside, Michael was rooting around in the fridge in search of a beer. He didn't seem to be having any luck, probably because he'd already gone through them all. The bastard's liver was probably grateful for the brief reprieve the lack of booze provided. Jeff reached his door which was secured with a heavy duty padlock that Jeff had installed himself one day while Michael was at work. There was a handpainted sign on the door warning, "Stay The Fuck Out, Dad!"

Fishing the key out of his pocket Jeff unlocked it and went inside, closing the door behind and turning the light on. Contrary to his messy attire and habits Jeff's bedroom was quite neat and tidy, mostly because he didn't spent much time there. There was a Dell computer he didn't use at all anymore, a Playstation he hardly played, and metal band and horror movie posters covering the walls and ceilings. Opening his closet, Jeff kneeled down and moved aside a cardboard box filled with random junk and used his fingernails to dig for the crack which identified a loose floorbaord. Before pulling it up, though, he looked over his shoulder at the close door cautiously. He knew Michael knew he had some money stashed somewhere, and wanted it, so he had to be careful.

When Michael didn't kick the door in, Jeff resumed. He carefully lifted the floorboard revealing a little hidey hole containing all the things he didn't want his dad finding. Videotapes and DVDs of gay porn. Male swimsuit magazines. Several different types of dildos and other kinky toys in a duffel bag. And a metal box which contained all the money Jeff had earned from selling drugs. The actual drugs were hidden elsewhere. Jeff didn't care if his dad found them. He knew Michael would use them himself instead of turning his son in, and he'd made enough money from selling them he didn't need to peddle them anymore. A lucky thing, too, as William would freak if he knew.

Ordinarily he would've taken only some of the money, instead he left that alone for now and grabbed the duffel bag with a grin, opening it and looking inside to make sure everything was accounted for. Satisfied, he zipped it closed and slung it over one shoulder. He then replaced the floorboard and pushed the box back over it. Leaving the room, he flicked the light off and relocked the padlock, giving it a rough tug to make sure it was tight.

Flipping the key like a coin, Jeff pocketed it as he went back into the living room where he beheld his father with a shirt on finally and pulling on his tan windbreaker. He was talking to Nichelle.

"I'm gonna go to the store. You get your pretty little ass to work. And you." He turned and glared at Jeff, pointing a big finger at him. "You watch your smart little fucking mouth."

With that, he left, slamming the door.

"Charming," Nichelle said. "But he's like a wild stallion in bed. Although I'd much rather have an actual stallion."

"Too much information!" Jeff said, looking playfully disgusted.

He remained and made polite small talk with her for a minute or so. He owed her that much for the nice way she treated him, then he said goodbye and left while she went to go and get dressed for work. The hall was deserted. Good. He didn't want his father seeing him go into William's apartment.

Once back in William's apartment, he unslug the duffel bag and plopped it on the couch, then went into the kitchen to fix himself something to eat, as he had permission to raid the fridge. He decided to microwave a frozen TV dinner, lighting and idly smoking another cigarette as he waited for it to cook, and allowed his thoughts to drift to his plans for when his lover returned home.

He'd gotten the idea lying awake in bed last night while the squirrel slept. Although the violent sex committed upon him by William had been part of Jeff's plan to make his boyfriend aggressively fuck him, he nonetheless felt he had to get revenge on the squirrel. Not out of malice or any real desire for vengeance, but merely out of a desire for fun. What he had scheming for William wasn't especially original... but it was especially sexy. His erection swlled in his pants.

~*~

Meanwhile, Detective William Donatti stood over the bodies in a trash strewn alleyway the city's red light district. One, a ferret, was covered by a sheet, while the other, a mouse, lay exposed as a crime scene photographer snapped photos, having already done the same with the ferret. The blonde-haired squirrel had just arrived on the scene and was deeply disgusted by this double murder. Both of the victims were quite young and attractive. What a waste of life, he thought. How William managed to maintain a positive outlook on life when he dealt with the very worst of society was beyond even his scope of reasoning.

The photographer finished with his pictures and stood as Daniels, a crime scene technician wearing a white coat and latex gloves, gently slid a sheet over the form of the mouse so that he mirrored the ferret lying beside him.

"Well? What's the word?" asked William.

Daniels rose and said, "The word is... uncertain. No immediate cause of death. Looks to me like they were strangled, but the medical examiner will be able to tell you for certain. They're also, uh, quite naked as you can see."

With a sigh, William stepped back a ways and then turned and exited the alley to where they'd blocked off this section of the street. Some uniformed officers were holding back the usual small crowd of onlookers that always gathered to see what was up. William's partner, Victor Morrisey, was interviewing the stunned garbageman who'd found the bodies during the early morning pickup and called the police.

William watched from a mild distance. He didn't wish to interrupt Morrisey's interview. His veteran partner would be able to tell him everything of value and his own intrusion into the proceedings would only distract the garbageman. In the meantime, Detective Smillie, another plainclothes officer like them, was out looking for any more witnesses who knew anything about the murders. After a minute or two, Morrisey finished with the garbageman and came over to the squirrel.

"Okay, tell me what's what, Victor," said William.

"Garbageman found them early this morning, naked as they day they were born," said Morrisey. "He left 'em as they were and ran to flag down the nearest squad car."

"I think they were probably working boys, if you catch my drift," said William. "No other reason for them to be naked like that. This is weird, though."

Morrisey looked surprised. "Yeah. Usually when somebody does a hooker, it's just one. It's not usual for there to be more than one."

"The ferret looks familiar," said William, thoughtfully tapping his chin. A grunting snort of a giggle came forth from the badger and he quickly realized what he'd said. Blushing hotly, he quickly added, "And I just mean I've seen him someplace."

"Riiiiiight," teased Morrisey.

"Jesus, Victor, show a little respect for the dead," William snapped but managed a crooked smile as well.

The coroner van arrived and the drivers got out with a couple of stretchers and went into the alley to collect the bodies now that Daniels and his team were done with them. Then it would be off to the medical examiner, Dr. Rovenplume, who would determine the cause of death and whether any sex had been involved although William somehow knew deep in his gut that sex had occurred.

At that instant, Detective Smillie, a green mallard with thinning black hair, came around the side of the van at a slow trot, followed by the two uniformed patrolmen who had gone with him, and a poodle with them. Despite the skimpy dress the dog was wearing it was obvious the poodle was a male, and quite young and scared looking. Seeing this, William pointed them out to Morrisey and the two went to meet Smillie halfway.

"We got a witness," Smillie said. "Sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?" asked William.

"Prettyboy here didn't actually see the murder happen, but... well, you tell 'em, why don't ya-- What what was your name again?"

"Bourbon," said the poodle. Then he turned to William and Morrisey with tear-filled eyes. Instantly they knew he had known at least one of the victims, possibly both, and judging by his reaction they were either very close friends or perhaps something more. "I saw them get into the car. I--I told Martini not to...but he wouldn't listen."

"Martini?" said Morissey. "Martini and Bourbon. Cute."

"Shut up, Morrisey," grumbled William, who was becoming distressed by the badger's apparent inability to take anything seriously. To Bourbon he said, "So you knew the victims?"

"Just Martini. The mouse."

"And the ferret?" asked Morrisey.

"I don't know, I've never seen him before," replied the poodle. "But Martini was my best friend. We were a... what you'd call a d--double act..." He trailed off. It was clear he didn't wish to elaborate and none of the detectives asked him to.

"Why did you warn Martini not to get into the car...?" asked William. This was beginning to sound ominous.

"Because I've seen it before. I've seen a lot of people get into it, and never get found. Or if they're found... it's like Martini and that other poor guy. Martini knew but he just wouldn't listen to me."

"What kind of car was it?" asked William.

"It was a dark blue Mercedes," said Bourbon.

Morrisey was already scribbling on his notepad. "Model?" he asked.

"I just told you," replied Bourbon. He looked insulted. As though Morrisey has called him a name.

"Mercedes is the make, not the model," William explained. "What kind of Mercedes?"

Bourbon looked chastened. "I... don't know," he finally admitted. "I don't know anything about cars. But I'd recognize it if I saw it again. Or if I saw a picture of the same kind."

"All right, we'll take you down to the station and show you some pictures," said William reassuringly. "Smillie, you drive him."

Smillie nodded and put his arm around Bourbon and led him off. William sighed and shook his head. Well, now at least they had a lead. Perhaps Bourbon could even identify the driver or other occupants of the car. As Morrisey finished jotting things down on his little notepad, William turned and watched as the coroner drivers emerged from the alley wheeling the stretchers with the sheet-covered forms on them, and brought them over to the parked van. He waited until they were all loaded and the van drove away before he turned and began discussing his gameplan with Morrisey.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do," said William. "While Smillie is grilling our poofy poodle friend downtown, we'll ask around and find anyone else who saw this blue Mercedes and maybe knows a little bit more about cars to be able to tell us just what kind it was."

Morrisey smiled. "Smart. Guess you did learn from me, kiddo." He playfully hit William with the notepad.

"I also wanna learn more about the supposed urban legend he mentioned surrounding this car. 'Cause now that he mentions it, I have heard about a bunch of unsolved murders and disappearances in this area."

He sighed and looked at his wristwatch. It was going to be a long afternoon, and he was going to be tired when he finally got home, but he was going to stay out as long as he had to. He knew Jeff wouldn't like him coming home late but that was just tough for Jeff. Besides, they'd already discussed how he'd need to work long gours, as if Jeff didn't already know that much from living in the same apartment building as him and watching him coming and going every day.

~*~

It was starting to get dark by the time William finally got home. Their questioning had led them nowhere. Although they'd found many other people working the area who had seen this blue Mercedes, like Bourbon nobody could identify it because none of them knew anything about cars. One fellow claimed he did, but added that the Mercedes was always seen at night and he couldn't tell much about what kind it was. He did help narrow it down somewhat, claiming it look like a 1980's model to him.

As William got off the elevator he had a most unwelcome encounter with Michael Strouden who blew out of his apartment and walked up to him, startling William so badly he backed up suddenly and almost grabbed for the Glock he kept holstered underneath his suit jacket. The big, bearded rabbit glowered angrily at the squirrel.

"Mr. Strouden," said William, relaxing, "how can I help you?"

"Did my son stay with you for two nights?" asked Michael.

Fuck, William thought. Does he suspect? He didn't need this right now. Best to be truthful, though, and omit rather than to lie. He nodded. "Yes," he said. "He claimed you locked him out of the apartment so I let him in to use my phone so he could call a friend. Instead he wound up sleeping over."

"And?" demanded Michael.

Okay, now it was time to lie. "And what? He slept on my sofa and left. If there's nothing else, can you please get out of my way?"

Michael didn't look convinced, but backed off finally and let the detective pass. As William headed to his door, he heard the word "faggot" muttered under Michael's breath and scowled angrily.

He almost turned to confront the rabbit but decided against it and instead simply produced his housekey and went inside, making a show of slamming the door to wordlessly tell Strouden he didn't appreciate the name-calling. Once inside he breathed a sigh of relief. Despite the fact he was big for a squirrel and capable of handling himself in a fight, despite his detective badge and gun, homophobes like Michael Strouden always made William very uneasy. Times like this, he regretted being openly gay.

As William took off his coat to hang it up, he smelled cigarette smoke and then he noticed a duffel bag sitting on the couch and walked over. Then Jeff emerged from the bedroom, shirtless and looking quite pleased with himself for some reason. William's mood brightened. Still wearing his shoulder holster he walked over to the teen and embraced him gently, snuggling into the gray fur of the rabbit's neck. The depressing murder case and the encountered with Jeff's father in the hall were forgotten. He was home and with Jeff.

"Hi," Jeff said as they parted.

Then their lips met and they kissed softly. Their hands roamed over one another, Jeff's over William's hard chest through his shirt and William's over Jeff's bare back. Jeff began attempting to maneuver the squirrel to the couch for some fun but William, laughing, broke away and gently wagged a finger at him.

"Not tonight, Jeff," he said. "Or, at least, not right now. I'm sorry. I had a long day at work and I'm really, really tired."

"All right," said Jeff, "I figured you'd be tired so why don't you go and get all freshened up and I'll microwave you something to eat?"

William eyed him. The scheming rabbit teen had something planned, he could tell. Best to keep his guard up. He nodded, and, after giving Jeff a peck on the cheek, wandered into the bedroom. The bed was still a mess from last night, and, easing himself down onto it, William performed his evening ritual of unholstering his Glock, removing the magazine, and then putting both into the drawer of his bedside table. Rising, he stretched, and went into the bathroom. Noticing the cigarette floating in the toilet, he half smirked, half frowned and flushed it. When it had gurgled away to oblivion, he slipped off and hung up his shoulder holster and washed his hands in the sink.

The food was ready by the time he came back out. He decided not to give Jeff the satisfaction of mentioning the cigarette, as it was clear that the mischievous, conflict-craving boy had intentionally left it there for him to find. Jeff gave him his meal, reheated broccoli and corn, and ate none himself, explaining that he'd already eaten earlier. William sat down at the kitchen table to eat while Jeff went into the living room, flopped on the couch, and watched television for a little while.

As he ate, William realized just how happy he was coming home like this. It felt like a typical domestic relationship. Something he'd always craved. He realized Jeff was anything but typical, though. The boy's rebellious attitude and crazed libido made him unlike any boyfriend William had ever had, and this touch of making him dinner, even reheated leftovers, seemed strange. The nagging suspicon that the young man was scheming something kept returning to William, but he decided whatever it was he could deal with it.

He finished, put the plate and fork into the sink, and then went out into the living room to join Jeff. They sat on the couch and watched TV together, and William began feeling gradually sleepier and sleepier. His eyelids grew heavy and he found himself unable to concentrate on the generic sitcom playing on TV. And then he felt more than sleepy all of a sudden. He felt lightheaded. Overcome with the sudden, paranoid compulsion to stay awake no matter what, he stood abruptly, wobbled, and almost pitched forward onto the coffee table, but regained his balance. Jeff, beside him, smirked and also stood, and gently guided the squirrel back down into a sitting position. The slowly dozing William felt Jeff undoing and removing his bowtie.

"Relax," Jeff soothed sweetly, unbuttoning William's shirt. "Just relax and fall asleep. When you wake up, I promise you that you'll feel much, much better."

"Jeff..." William whispered tiredly, his vision swimming and slowly fading.

He felt his shirt being untucked, and then lolled his head back slowly, closing his eyes, unable to resist his gentle descent into nothingness. As the darkness finally enveloped him, the last thing he experienced was Jeff unzipping his slacks.

Jeff did his work in record time. He felt a little guilty for slipping William a mickey, but he knew that, at least at first, the squirrel wouldn't consent fully to what Jeff had planned. Also he just didn't want to wait for him to fall asleep. It was similar to what he'd done their first night together, but more elaborate. Undressing the unconscious squirrel was a bit difficult as while asleep, he was essentially dead weight. He worked off the pants and those cute tight boxer briefs and soon had his older lover naked save his dress socks and sock suspenders. Those he left on.

He kneeled down between the nude squirrel's legs and nuzzled the flaccid cock and the blonde pubic hair surrounding it, and gently massaged the fur on William's tummy. Drugged as he was William didn't respond at all to this, but his cock did. It slowly grew to erection, and Jeff took it into his mouth and sucked it gently. But not long enough for his boyfriend to experience a nocturnal emission. He had other things planned. First, to get him off the couch. Using all of his strength he lifted William slightly by grabbing him under the armpits, and tipped him forward, using William's own weight to guide him to the floor, where he stretched him out on his belly.

Standing, Jeff undid and removed his own baggy pants revealing his bulging blue bikini briefs, which soon joined the pants in leaving the teenage boy's body. Deciding to match his lover, Jeff left his socks on. Stroking his cock a bit to get the precum flowing nicely, he turned and grabbed up the duffel bag, unzipping it and removing all of its contents one by one and laying them out on the floor alongside the snoozing William.

A ballgag. Metal bracing rods. Several dildos of varying shapes and sizes, including a battery-operated one that vibrated. A red plastic pencil box from elementary school that contained anything but pencils. Various smooth leather straps with silver metallic studs. A spiked collar and another, more ordinary dog collar. Two leather harnesses. A heavy leather belt. A coiled whip with a silver handle. Handcuffs. And various other goodies including an executioner's mask. Amassing all these items had cost Jeff literally a small fortune out of his illicit earnings. Very rarely did he get to use them. He prayed that tonight would be the first of many, many times he'd use them on William.

Behaving in an almost ritualized manner, having gone over mentally exactly what steps to take in order to secure his lover, Jeff began by collaring him. Just to symbolize the cop's submissive role in the proceedings. He chose the dog collar, of course, slipping it around William's throat, pausing briefly to ensure it wasn't too tight. Then the handcuffs. They'd done this dance before. He folded the squirrels arms behind his back and cuffed his wrists together. When he released them, the arms remained in their position against William's lower back. Next he put metal ankle cuffs on William, and used the metal bracing rod to forcibly spread the squirrel's legs.

Again calling his reserve strength into action Jeff sat William up, so he was kneeling, and struggled a bit to keep him there. Ultimately what he was forced to do, though, was lay him back down and bend his legs up toward his shoulders. With a short length of leather strap specially intended for this, as it had clasps at either end, Jeff attached the handcuffs to the metal rod spreading William's legs. Then he rolled his body over so and sat him up, and William, head bowed, kneeled there collared and bound, arms behind his back, ankles secured and legs spread wide for very easy access.

Between the two chest harnesses Jeff chose for William the less elaborate one. When slipped on and secured tightly it formed a horzontal "I" across the squirrel's broad chest with a buckle in the center, and an "X" on his back with a rectangular eyehook in the center. To this, Jeff attached a second strap which he linked to a similar hook on the back of William's collar, forcibly tilting his head up and back. Now the squirrel kneeled bent over somewhat backwards. Jeff decided the rest of things he wished to do would only be fun once William awoke, and so decided to bide his time until the sleeping powder wore off to get himself ready for his big entrance.

First he put on the second chest harness. This formed a "Y" down Jeff's chest and belly and more elaborate design on his back. On both back and front, the trailing straps attached to the thick belt, which the teenager also put on. For Jeff, preparing for the coming playtime was half the fun, so he took his time and didn't rush, even when he saw William beginning to awaken. He very slowly pulled on full black latex gloves with dull spikes on the knuckles, and, finally, he grabbed the executioner's hood, which was also latex and fit so snug on the boy's head it was light a second skin. Getting his ears through the holes on top was a chore, but he managed, and by the time William began waking up fully, Jeff had but to grab the whip to complete his look.

William's eyes slowly opened and he blinked groggily, uttering a low groan. As Jeff sat up and stood before him, William gradually realized as he regained consciousness that he was not lying down or even sitting, but forcibly kneeling, and also that he couldn't move his arms or legs. He could just sort of wiggle his body from side to side. His big bushy tail was free to flit about behind him in distress. He felt cold metal and warm leather against his fur and tried to look down to see what was holding him, but found his neck held firm by the secured collar. He could however stare straight ahead with his eyes, and did precisely that.

What he beheld made the squirrel literally gasp. Young Jeff stood there like some kind of powerful leather god with his legs spread, socked feet planted firmly on the carpet, wearing the latex hood, leather harness and belt and latex gloves, one hand on his belted hip, the other gripping the handle of a long whip that dangled down along his bare leg, the tip coiling on the floor. The sight of the whip made the squirrel shudder. Did Jeff really intend to use it? Or was it just show?

"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead," Jeff said softly. His voice was sweet and melodic, a stark contrast to his intimidating attire.

"Jeff...what..." William stammered.

"Quiet!" Jeff barked. "In a moment, you can make all the noise you like, but for now, shut up and let me talk, pops."

Pops? William glowered and squirmed in his restraints. Jeff stepped up to him and tightened his grip threateningly on the whip, but, as William had prayed, it was only for show. At least, at the moment. In truth. Jeff didn't really know how to use it. But William didn't need to know that. As long as the cop thought that, at any moment, the rabbit could use it, this was all that mattered to Jeff. Getting down on one knee, Jeff grabbed William's chest harness and pulled him close, their faces together. William could smell the aroma of leather and latex pouring off of his young lover, and then Jeff forcibly French-kissed him. With his other hand he used the whip's metal handle to stroke over the hard squirrelcock, making William groan softly into his mouth.

Their lips parted and Jeff removed his tongue from William's mouth and it did a circuit of his chops at the taste of the squirrel's spit. Still holding the harness and stroking at the cock with the whip, he explained the situation. "I slipped you some sleeping powder into your food, to knock you out. Sorry, Billy boy, but I couldn't wait for you to go to sleep. Besides, it was adorable watching you slowly black out like that."

"I knew you had something planned," William said, allowing himself a smirk. He was more annoyed than anything, not at all genuinely afraid. "But I'm not really into bondage. I mean, I've never done it before."

"As if I cared about that," Jeff said with a chuckle, and released the harness, letting William settle back into his kneeling position.

The rabbit then turned and set the whip down, and got up his first toy. The ballgag. At the sight of it, William finally started getting worried. If Jeff didn't want him to cry out this meant he intended to do something to him William probably didn't want to do. Besides, from what little of bondage he knew there were special words the submissive partner was supposed to say to get their lover to stop if the play became too intense. Nevertheless Jeff explained nothing of the sort and began slipping the strap of the gag over William's blonde-haired hair.

"Wait, isn't there supposed to be a safeword or someth--" he was cut off as the round red ball as forced into his maw.

He bit down, but his buck teeth were useless against the sphere of solid red rubber. The black strap was tight around his head. William smiled as this effectively shut him up for the moment, although it only prevented his talking. He could, and would, still make muffled noises. He gave his squirrel a lick on the cheek, sliding the tongue across the strap to the ball, slathering over it before giving a quick flick up William's nose with the tip and pulling back.

"No safeword tonight," he said. "Maybe some other time. Right now, you belong to me. I own you. And you're gonna do exactly what I say. Got it?"

William cursed at him but it just came out as muffled nonsense. Deep down, though, despite his earlier statement about not being into bondage, the squirrel realized this could be fun. Besides, his cock was achingly hard. He was completely helpless and at Jeff's mercy. He could only await whatever fate the rabbit had planned for him to endure.

Jeff was going to go easy on William tonight as it was only his second time being bound, but he did plan to cause his lover some sweet pain and leave him begging for more. He hoped to bring out the squirrel's masochistic tendencies. Nothing too serious or hurtful, but just some good sounding and violation with some oversized toys. He was fully confident that William would learn to enjoy being restrained and, indeed, as before, Jeff's radiant confidence reassured William somewhat, and calmed him.

"First thing's first," Jeff said, grabbing the battery-operated dildo.

He testingly flicked it on. Nothing happened. It needed batteries.

"Damn it. What here takes triple-A batteries? Oh, wait, that's right, you can't talk. Hang on, wait right here, I'll have a look around."

William watched as Jeff been ransacking the place trying to find the right batteries for the thing, opening a variety of different appliances that looked promising including the stereo and clock before finally finding them in the universal remote for the television. William glared at him but then his expression turned to one of apprehension as Jeff put the batteries into the dildo and flicked it on again, setting it on "low." This time it vibrated strongly in the rabbit's hand and he grinned broadly and turned and eyed the bound squirrel who whimpered.

Gripping William by the dog collar, Jeff made the squirrel bend forward and hike his ass into the air, his bushy tail raised. Jeff admired it and stroked it. He did have a lovely butt, and it would even lovelier with the toy jammed tightly into it. He brought the quivering dildo up and slid its rubbery head along into the crack of William's ass, earning a soft groan from the bound cop as the tip slid against his sensitive anus. Jeff gently began applying pressure, using the head to spread the pucker open slowly. He knew if he just rammed it in too soon it would hurt William and he wanted this torture to be pleasurable.

William for his part rocked and struggled against the restraints as the cock-shaped vibrator was slowly fed into his asshole, his cock twitching and leaking pre already, but try as he might, he could not break free of the bonds his lover had put him in. He hiked his ass up further and the dildo went deeper, making him groan louder around the gag. Finally Jeff decided the time for being gentle was over and the squirrel screamed muffledly into the rubber ball as the rabbit shoved the thick rubber phallus into him. Jeff smirked and jammed it in to the base, and then turned the setting up to "high."

At this, William very nearly exploded, but didn't cum just quite yet, to Jeff's relief. His precum was already making a dark spot on the carpet beneath him and sweat glistened in his fur. Giving the upturned rear a good reassuring spank, Jeff took William by the back of his harness and leaned back back so he was upright again, and stood, admiring his handiwork as he watched the bound, kneeling squirrel writhing smoothly in place as the vibrator jackhammered his ass and stimulated his prostate. Sweet little whimpers of agonized pleasure emanated from the squirrel's forced-open, filled mouth and he opened his eyes and looked pleadingly at Jeff.

The rabbit smiled and reached down and stroked his latex-gloved have over his lover's face. As William wiggled his cock bounced gently in the air flinging little droplets of precum, and Jeff suddenly got down on all fours before him and began lapping at the cock, and this made William shoot up ramroad straight on his knees, eyes bulging. Apart from the gentle quivering from the vibrator he was perfectly still. Looking up with his eyes Jeff watched his expression to gauge exactly when he was going to cum. When the huge eyes slowly narrowed to slits and the head leaned back, the hips thrust forwards, Jeff suddenly backed off, leaving William unfulfilled. The erection jerk and spat one puny rivulet of seed but William did not fully orgasm. He started whimpering anew.

Jeff kissed him on the forehead and then went and sat on the couch. He had to let him cool down a bit if he intended to perform his next little trick. Otherwise, with how close William had just come, he'd blow his load sooner than the rabbit intended. So for the moment he left the aching, rock-hard squirrelcock alone and merely sat back stroking his own erection as he eyed the handsome squirrel through the eye slits on his latex hood. Still, though, he had to keep him stimulated or he'd get soft, and his needed that cock hard. He lifted one of his big rabbit feet, currently clad in a white athletic sock with blue on the heel and toes, and planted it firmly on William's chest.

William erged and jerked as the foot touched him and looked down at it. He'd never noticed before but Jeff did have really wonderful-looking feet and they were cute in his cotton socks which felt warm and soft against his own sweaty fur. With his toes, Jeff "walked" the foot up William's chest to his face and firmly planted the sole over it. Jeff had yet to break a sweat himself, so the socked foot smelled musky but not unpleasant and William unhaled deeply of its aroma as the rabbit gently smooshed his big foot against his face, the heel resting on his chin and the toes scrunching in his bangs.

Jeff enjoyed this new development, and for a couple of minutes the two relaxed, Jeff slowly keeping himself erect by stroking his thick teenage cock and keeping William stimulated by rubbing the musky rabbit foot over him. To his delight, the squirrel's dick stayed hard, proving that William had a latent foot fetish. Then once he'd decided they'd relaxed enough, he removed the foot, used the big toe to poke William's nose, then stood and picked up the plastic red pencil box. William watched him, entranced, but was puzzled when from it the rabbit removed several slim rods of various lengths and thicknesses. Each at a smooth, round tip at each end and reminded William of a featureless metal thermometer.

The rabbit took note of the squirrel's puzzlement. He clearly had no idea what he was going to do. This delighted him and made him actually lick his lips. He then grabbed what looked for all the world like a miniature leg brace. Numerous metal rings of different sizes, smaller at the top and getting bigger as they went down, linked by a flexible material. With this in hand, the rabbit got down and grabbed William's dick and slide the metal frame down over it.

William couldn't see but he could feel the largest bottom ring slipping over and under his balls and the second largest gripping the base of his cock tightly. The gradually smaller rings went up the shaft until the very smallest gripped just underneath the flared cockhead. William quickly realized it was a harness for his dick, to keep it in place and upright. That made him remember those slim metal rods. His eyes widened and sweat poured down his face as he watched Jeff pick the rods up.

"Mmm, that's right, Billy boy," Jeff said seductively. "One of these is going down your lovely cock. Just need to figure out which."

The rabbit sized them one by one to the bound cock until he found one he thought would be good as a starter. This was the thinnest rod. As he had earlier promised himself, he would go easy on the squirrel. He smirked up at William who shook his head from side to side frantically, not wanting to do this, wanting to beg and plead with the boy, but Jeff was in no mood to show any mercy. Even if it was only this once he wanted William to experience the joy of sounding.

He manipulated the smooth round tip of one end to William's cockhead, and used his thumb and forefinger to part the urethra. William jerked as he felt the tip starting to enter and struggled harder than ever. Frowning, Jeff moved around so he crouched behind the squirrel and slipped one arm around William's head, resting his chin on his shoulder and looking down over it, reaching around with the other hand as the thick fluffy tail wrapped around his body. Again the urethra parted and again the squirrel's body jerked, but this time Jeff held him tightly and lovingly. The first muffled scream came as the tip entered and Jeff slowly began inserting the rod down the cock.

He kissed William's cheek and whispered softly into his ear to sooth him and reassure him as the smooth rod slid down inside the hard dick without resistance. William whimpered and cried, tears running down his cheeks, and Jeff licked the salty liquid up hungrily. Once the rod was halfway in he stopped and allowed William to get used to its presence. The cock never softened.

Once William had calmed a bit he resumed pushing it down inside, earning more squirms and cries from the squirrel, but this time, the cries weren't painful ones. When Jeff first inserted the rod it had burned like a kidney stone passing the opposite direction, but, gradually, to his surprise, William was beginning to enjoy the feeling. It still ached but the deeper it got it began to feel quite good. Jeff's soothing words whispered into his ear, the boy's comforting presence, helped. He doubted he'd ever want to do this again but for now he was willing to ride it out if this was really what the rabbit wanted to do to him.

Pleased with his lover's acceptance of the sounding, Jeff kissed his cheek and began to pull the rod out slowly, then pushed it back inside. He repeated this gesture, effectively fucking the squirrel's piss hole. The struggles against the leather bonds and the muffled cries of mixed agony and delight resumed as the rabbit held his squirrel tightly and kept thrusting the smooth rod up and down the aching member. He never once let go, for if he did there was the danger of the rod slipping too deep and getting stuck, necessitating and embarassing visit to the emergency room.

He slid his other arm out from around William as he sense that the squirrel was near, and reaching down beneath the tail he grabbed the base of the dildo. He began pulling and pushing on it, using it to fuck William's ass while he also fucked his cock. William tensed, then, and the rabbit whispered softly into his ear.

"Cum for me, Billy boy!"

He pulled the rod free in one smooth motion and slammed the dildo home at that moment, and with a muffled squeal, William exploded. A veritable bucketload of thick squirrel jism blasted from his tortured, metal-ringed cock, arcing smoothly through the air and splattering on the coffee table and carpet. The bound cock kept jerking and spewing forth William's pent-up load until it simply burbled out and oozed down over the metal rings encircling the thick maleness. Beaming happily at the pleasure he had given to his lover, Jeff nuzzled and kissed at William's collared neck.

"And now, it's my turn," he said, and got up, unwrapping William's tail from around himself.

He set the sounding rod aside and pulled off the latex hood, revealing his face to his dazed boyfriend, his long black hair slightly matted to his head and neck from his sweat, and stood before the squirrel, his thick boygood directly in William's face. Grabbing the back of William's head gently he began thrusting his cock against the squirrel's upturned, dreamy-eyed face, already leaking precum which was smeared into William's fur. He needed little stimulation and just the sensation of the sensitive member rubbing against that handsome face made him lose it and with a loud growl he came.

He pulled back so his load was shot directly into William's face, making sure every drop hit him. The squirrel, for his part, rubbed willingly into the spurting boycock, the thick seed dribbling down his cheeks and dripping off his nose and chin and some of the more powerful shots getting into his hair. With a sigh, Jeff released him and stood back, weak-kneed.

"You look so fucking hot all trussed up like that, dude, but all good thinks have to come to an end."

First he removed the ballgag. William could now close his mouth or speak. He worked his sore jaw but said nothing for the moment while the rabbit went about helping him out of his restraints. Undoing the back straps and handcuffs allowed William to fall forwards onto his hands, bowing his head and panting softly. He was thoroughly exhausted, and ached all over, but it was a good ache.

"Fuck," he said. "Jeff..."

"Yes?" Jeff asked, pausing as he was about to undo the ankle restraints. "Are you okay?"

"I'm...I'm fine...just...finish getting me loose...okay...?" William said.

Jeff nodded and finished with the last straps and William was free. Gingerly, the rabbit assisted him in standing and hugged him tightly. He took a few moments to lick the cum off of his face, his tongue lapping up every last drop of his own juices, before using William's shirt to wipe the rest of it out of William's hair as best as he could.

He then helped him to the bedroom and the two climbed into bed together, both still wearing their chest harnesses, which they were too tired to take off, and Jeff still wearing the gloves and the dog collar still on William. God, it felt so good to stretch out in his comfortable bed after that, William thought, concluding that part of the fun of bondage was the feeling of release after your partner undid the restraints.

Jeff stroked the squirrel's chest. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did...?" he asked softly. "Or are you going to get mad at me again?"

William shook his head. "No, I'm not mad. Not at all. A little upset that you figured you needed to knock me out to get me trussed up like that, but God damn, Jeff... I knew you were kinky, but that was a whole new level back there. I don't know if I exactly... enjoyed it specifically, but I do know that right now I've never been happier."

The rabbit smiled and snuggled close to the squirrel, and kissed him, pleased the evening had gone well and that William was open to new experiences and pleasures. Provided his father didn't ruin it, Jeff knew he had a promising and happy love life ahead of him with William. He laid his head on William's chest and shut his eyes as both men slowly drifted off into dreamland. Tomorrow they would clean up more thoroughly and perhaps discuss William's newfound love of cold metal and hot leather.

The End