Slave Hunter, Chapter One.

Written by Wolfie Steel.

My name is Detective Daniel Hunter and I'm a forty year old Husky, now I have been a Detective with Scotland Yard for sixteen years, so there is not much that shocks me and not much that I haven't seen, that all changed three weeks ago when I found something that not only made me feel quite sick, but also changed my life forever, I will tell you the story right now.

"Yo Hunter, we just got a call from an anonymous caller using a pay phone, they said that they have information about the Bo Jangles night club in town"

I sit at my desk and gently rub my temples; I then let out a deep rooted growl.

"For the last time Sergeant Cale, my name is Detective Daniel Hunter, not Hunter, Danny, Hunt, or any other derivative of my name, only my closest kin get to call me Daniel"

Yeah I guess you can tell that I was an asshole and a stuffed shirt to boot.

"Sorry DETECTIVE HUNTER, anyway, you wanna take this case or shall I give it the newbie?"

The newbie in question is Sergeant Matthew Wolf, a Dalmatian who joined us from a sleepy back water police station telling us that he wanted more excitement in his life, I believe that one day he will come to regret saying that, but none the less he has proved to be a competent cop, part of me wanted to hand the case over to the Dalmatian so that he had something to cut his teeth on, a case to break his virginity you might say, but something piqued my curiosity, Bo Jangles, I had heard some reports about the night club before, though for the life of me I can't remember what they were about.

I snatch the file out of the German Shepherds paws and lay it down on my desk, I begin to open it when I realise that the Shepherd is still standing there watching me.

"Is there anything else Sergeant Cale? If not kindly close the door on your way out, there's a good chap"

You know, one day one of these guys will have enough of my shitty attitude and will put me in my place, it's not that I mean to be rough and an all round bastard, but not long after joining Scotland Yard it somehow became known that I am gay, and well let's just say the guys all made my life a living hell about it, that was until one day when I put my life on the line for one of the old guard Detectives, sadly he is no longer with us, but the fact that I took a bullet in the shoulder for one of my own, earned me a lot of respect, but for me the damage had been done which is why I am the way that I am.

The door closes and I open the file and begin to read. The report states that the Bo Jangles night club has become a place where young homeless kids are taken to as slaves and forced to do anything from having sex with anyone who will pay, to being drug mules. Now normally at this point I would close the file, order an all out raid on the place, get my name in the paper as being the hero of the hour and then move on, but this case had something that made me take a second look, some of the kids appear to be no more than eleven years of age. I notice from the file that there is usually some suspicious movement at the club after closing in the early hours of Wednesday morning.

I look at my watch and see 8pm and it is a Tuesday, so it looks like I'm going to be doing a stake out tonight. I head to my captains office with the file in my paw, I knock the door and the gravelly voice of the Rottweiler within gives me the all clear to enter.

"Ah Detective Hunter, what has got you interested so much that you are still here instead of being at home?"

I clear my throat a little.

"Captain James, a file has come to my attention showing the possibility of a night club, the Bo Jangles to be precise, is being used to kidnap homeless kids some as young as eleven or twelve and then using them as narc mules and sex toys. Sir I would like to put a request in for me to do a stake out at the club tonight as according to the file there are suspicious goings on after closing in the early hours of Wednesday"

The Rottweiler closes his eyes a little and sighs.

"Okay, I will approve your request, but you are not going alone, I will go with you so that I can witness the activity for myself"

Now this is something new, usually when there is the slightest mention of a stake out the captain either just agrees with it, or agrees on the grounds that I take a partner, he rarely ever goes on stake outs himself, so maybe this case is more serious than I first thought.

I get a huge shiver as I realise that I will be spending all night in a car with the captain, I hope to all the gods listening that I don't sprout a boner because yes boys and girls the captain is one sexy Rottweiler, very little is known of his personal life, but I'm pretty sure that getting a boner while sitting in the car with your boss is going to get me a one way ticket out of Scotland Yard.

The captain has obviously noticed my trepidation.

"Look Detective Hunter, I know that we are going to be in close quarters for quite a few hours and I know as everyone else does that you are gay, to be honest if you spring a boner while we are in the car together I would like to think that I will be open minded enough to keep my mind on the job"

Well boys and girls that right there is the captains freezing bucket of water which has just been thrown over me. Captain James takes out his wallet and hands me two twenty pound notes.

"It's going to be a long night so go and get us both something to eat and drink, I'm easy with whatever you get, oh and get some new batteries for the digital camera, I want to get as much photographic evidence as possible"

I nod and take the money and head out to the parking garage, I requisition one of the unmarked pool cars and drive to the local shop to make my purchases.

It is now midnight and I am sat at my office desk when Captain James walks into my office.

"Okay Hunter, let's get going, I don't want to miss anything"

I curl my lip a little at being called Hunter, but as it is the boss I let it ride. The Rottweiler heads out of the office and I follow on behind, oh crap he would just have the sexiest ass in the whole of Scotland Yard, tonight is going to be one hard night to get through.

We arrive at our destination and I find a place to park that has a good view of the front of the night club and also the side ally that leads to the rear of the premises, we both make a cursory check to make sure that we have every entrance and exit covered with our view, so far there is just slightly drunk patrons going in and heavily drunk patrons coming out.

2:30am and the inevitable happens, my husky pride is as hard as a rock, I'm hoping against all hope that the darkness inside the car is enough to hide my tent, hehe that hope is soon dashed.

"So who is the lucky guy that you are thinking of?"

BUSTED!!!!!!

"Oh no one in particular"

It is then that Captain James does something so completely unexpected, he places a paw on my left thigh, oh fuck why did he have to do that.

"Come on Hunter, don't lie to me, you don't get an impressive boner like that just from thinking of no one in particular"

BUSTED AGAIN!!!!!

"Okay, okay if you really want to know, then yes this guy is as sexy as all hell and sitting right next to me, there I said it, now be quick giving me a black eye and then I will finish the stake out and then I will clear my desk when we get back to the office"

So it seems that the realm of the strange occurrences has now been well untruly breached, first with the paw on my thigh and now that paw has moved, but not to give me the expected black eye, it now rests squarely on my tented crotch.

"I bet there is a raging husky cock hiding underneath this material?"

He is so not wrong, but as luck would have it I see something out of the corner of my eye that drags the moment away from heading down a no return situation, a large bull is walking towards the front entrance of the club pushing an unwilling teen aged male collie in front of him, with my keen eyesight now focused on the two I can see that the collie's hand paws are bound together.

"Boss, get your paw off my crotch and onto the digital camera, we got movement"

The Rottweiler sighs and looks at the entrance of the building and then starts snapping pictures with the camera, as he is busy getting the pictures I look down towards his crotch to see if he really meant to do what he did, you see I'm no fool, I know if I don't see a boner in his trousers then he was just testing me to see how far I would let it go, but I see that the evidence is clear, the captain has the most massive boner that I have ever seen.

As the night wears on we see more activity around the front and rear entrance of the night club and we have enough evidence to warrant a raid on the premises, and so at 4:30am we head back to the office.

Once I have returned the car back to the parking garage I head back up to my office, once inside I turn on my desk lamp and close the door, two minutes later and there is a gentle knock on my door, the door opens and my boss walks in, closing the door behind him.

"Look Daniel, I shouldn't have done what I did in the car, if you want to report me to the authorities then I am willing to face my fate"

I stand from my seat and walk over to the Rottweiler.

"Look captain, as I see it the only way that I can report you is if I saw the act as unwanted sexual contact, but I would be lying through my teeth, to be brutally honest sir I have wanted to get into your trousers and pants for quite a few years"

I gently squeeze the captain's shoulder.

"Okay let's just say that we had been able to carry on from me putting my paw on your crotch, how much further would we have been able to go?"

I let out a little murr at the suggestion.

"Well captain, there is really only one way to find out, and there is just the two of us here, so why don't you put your hand paw back on my crotch and then we can see where it leads"

The Rottweiler lets out a growl and then replies.

"Firstly, my name is Brandon, I think we can dispense with the formalities after what we are about to do, secondly I have a better idea, just drop your trousers and boxers and I will go for the win"

I need no other prompting as I hastily lower my trousers and boxers to pool around my ankles, my Husky pride springs free from its confines and is already rock hard, seconds later and my cock was in the happiest place it had been for years, my bosses sexy muzzle. Oh for the love of god, his suction is akin to that of an industrial vacuum cleaner, each time he sucks a little more of my cock vanishes as does the pre that is forming and let me tell you, I know how powerful an industrial vacuum cleaner is.

After a few minutes of heavy sucking, Brandon slips my wet cock from his maw.

"You know Daniel; many women have said that I have a really sweet looking ass, how about I give you a view of the naked truth?"

Before I can answer he is standing up and has his trousers and briefs down around his ankles, he then step clear of his clothing and heads over to my desk where he then leans upon it. Oh fuck the sight of that beautifully muscled ass and that raised full Rottweiler tail, and then there is the money shot, his tight, pink pucker, well what is a Husky to do when he is offered a chance like this, and so I stand behind Brandon and proceed to push my raging hard on into his butt, he lets out a slight hiss as I push in further but I continue my journey forward until my balls are resting against his beautiful mounds of flesh and fur.

Once I am hilted deep inside of Brandon I rest a little so that he can get used to the feeling of having someone in his ass. I feel him calm down a little and so I start to gently hump his butt, as I thrust in and out of his pucker he begins to moan out my name.

I slowly increase my pace and Brandon's moans get more frequent and louder, I want to tie with him but I know that the offices will start to get busy as the early morning shift starts at 6am, but as luck has it I don't need to tie with him anyway.

"Dan....Daniel, I'm cu.......Cumming"

Sure enough I feel his pucker constrict around my cock as rope after rope of Rottweiler seed flows from his cock and splashes against the front of my desk. My own climax hits as his butt contractions force me over the edge; I paint the inside of his butt with copious amounts of Husky cum.

Once our streams have subsided I lie on his back, both of us enjoying a magnificent afterglow, both panting heavily. Our afterglow comes to an end and we both quickly get back into our underwear and trousers, I then hurry to my desk drawer and pull out a box of tissues so that I can clean up the mess that is on the front of my desk.

With that done Brandon starts to head for the door, but as he reaches it he turns to face me and speaks.

"No one finds out about what has happened here, and I think that there is a possibility we might continue this at a later date, as for the case I will begin planning the raid on the night club, we have enough evidence to at least say that they are letting under aged furs into the club, and hopefully the raid will reveal the clubs deeper and darker secrets"

I gently nod my head as his sexy ass, which is now filled with my seed, vanishes from sight. I can honestly say that I never really liked going on stake outs, but this one has changed my mind and my life forever.