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The Officer and the Executive Part 3: The Commissioner's New Duties For Heru By Draconicon

Frank groaned as he finally got back to his desk. Another long day chasing down people that should know better. The german shepard glanced towards the holding cells, shaking his head again at the sight of so many younger people these days. Half of them looked like they were utterly heartbroken, while others had the strung out look that too many teens had these days.

What the fuck is wrong with people?

He shook his head, turning back to his desk. They'd get rowdy enough later on, when the reality of the situation sank in and they started panicking; better to get some work done -

"FRANK!"

Or the commissioner would get on his case again. Groaning, he got to his feet and just resisted the urge to throw his pen down on his desk. The thing would probably bounce and spill ink all over everything again, and the last thing he needed was to start all over. Again.

The other officers winced a bit as he walked around the various desks to the room at the back, where the commissioner was already eyeing him through the glass. A big gator by the name of John Rogers, the scaly looked like the epitome of a cop that had been on the job too long. Getting a bigger gut from all the donuts he put in, all the markers of someone that had been working out to try and keep fit without any real success; it was all there .

And so was the attitude that went with it. As soon as he opened the door, Commissioner Rogers slammed it shut, and pointed to a chair.

"Sit."

"You know I'm an officer, not a K-9 unit."

"SIT!"

He did as he was told, though he had to bite his lip to keep a sigh from getting past them. The gator sat down on the other side of the desk, and shoved a few papers across it at him. Frank hesitated for a moment before flipping through them.

"You wanna explain this to me, Frank?"

You know, I really, really don't.

It was an incident report from last week at Henry's office, when the big stud had gone about hypnotizing his boss. And here he'd been hoping that the place would keep quiet after he talked with them about how this was all official.

Glancing down towards the bottom of the page, he groaned at the name. A lady, and probably the bull's secretary at a glance. Probably wasn't getting all the benefits that she used to get, if he had any crime solving abilities at all.

Pushing the papers away, he put on a confidence that he didn't actually feel.

"Looks like a lady that was annoyed at a disturbance at the office. You know how secretaries are."

"That ain't the point, Frank. You were off-beat, and with no partner or anything. What the fuck are you thinking? This isn't how we operate."

"No, but I got a call about a disturbance -"

"I don't give a damn about your disturbance call. You broke the rules. And you keep doing it!"

The gator stood up with a groan, shaking his head.

"I swear, Frank, you're trying to give the department a bad name. Running off on other assignments, working solo all the time. When the fuck was the last time that your partner even came on duty with you?"

"Yesterday."

Fixed with a glare, Frank shrugged.

"Ask him yourself."

"I will."

Just gotta remember to get that trance fixed up before he does, the dog thought to himself. Last thing he needed was for his life to come crashing to a halt just because he forgot about that little detail.

His boss kept ranting on and on about his style of cop work, but Frank just tuned him out. It was nothing that he hadn't heard before, and he was sick of being criticized for breaking a couple of the rules.

So what if he worked alone? So what if he didn't always let the people he arrested know of all their rights? All it took was a little bit of hypnosis, and they were always ready to confess to whatever they had done. Not to mention that there was never any police brutality on his watch; his partner was never around, and nobody came in with any physical issues. A few psychological ones, but those were temporary.

Hell, he had nearly the best record of the department. He didn't have to put up with this.

With a grunt, Frank whipped himself out of the chair in the middle of the commissioner's rant. Silence - blessed silence - filled the room as he walked to the door. It wasn't until he was turning the doorknob that the blowhard got his voice back.

"Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"Away from here. I have a phone call to make."

"You come right back here, or -"

WHAM!

Henry sighed as he stepped out of the boss' office once more, giving a smile to the sour-faced Gertrude at the front door.

"He'll be ready to dictate to you in a few more minutes. He's got a few new plans."

"I imagine that you should be getting to work, Mr. Gettering."

"You know it."

"I will just -"

The horse put a hand on the door to stop the little mouse.

"Ah...let him put his thoughts together before you go bothering him. He needs to recover a little bit from our meeting. It was...rather intense."

"Mr. Gettering, I need -"

"This is about what Mr. Stephens needs. And that is time."

"..."

She glared at him as she slowly pulled her hand away, and Henry smiled. He waited until she was seated again before walking back across the long stretch of cubicles to his own space. A real office, now, rather than a little rat hole, and one that he could stretch out in. And, most importantly, shut and lock a door in.

Better hope that she doesn't start poking around...lock should keep her out for now. After all, the last thing he needed was for that little woman to walk in and see what he'd done to the manager for the entire company. Leaving him nude and tied to his desk by his tie was probably a little bit much, but he'd needed to blow off some stress. And that bull's ass was just so tempting...

The stallion chuckled as he patted his crotch, feeling his cock stirring at the mere memory of sheathing it in that hole. Perhaps he'd take another run at it this afternoon, after lunch. Or maybe during, if things got -

Ring ring, ring ring.

Blinking at the steady ring-tone that only meant one person, Henry started patting at his pockets until he found the one that was vibrating. Tapping and sliding the button, he held it to his ear with a smile.

"Ah, hon. Having a good day at work?"

"Less than you'd think. The commissioner's on my ass again."

"Again? Frank, you know that's my ass to play with."

"Heh. Very funny. But...remember what we talked about last week?"

"About getting your boss the way that I got mine?"

"You got time for that today?"

The slight swelling in his pants rapidly got bigger, harder as he thought about having another hypnotized thrall around. The idea of it being a big time police officer, too...he grinned at the idea.

"Give me about five minutes to set things up for the day, and I'll start driving down. Think you can get him alone and tranced before I get there?"

"I'll try, but I'm a bit rusty at this. And he's not exactly trusting, you know."

"Just get him a little bit out of it, if you can. I'll take care of the rest."

"Good. And I'll take care of you, after."

"Heh, like you always do, hon?"

"Like I always do."

He hung up, reaching for his computer and immediately pulling up the email client that the company used. It didn't take long to pick out the right people to contact. There were a number of folks that owed him favors, and those that didn't...

Well, it helped to be the person that organized all the get-togethers that happened behind closed doors. Hypnosis worked as well as a favor, sometimes.

It wasn't ideal, but at least Frank was sure that the commissioner wasn't going to get away down here. Of course, it meant that things were going out of control, considering that he had the commissioner tied down with handcuffs to one of the empty high security cells.

"What the fuck are you doing!? Frank, I'm going to have your fucking badge for this, and then put you in jail myself!"

"Yeah, keep on shouting, boss. I don't think anyone's gonna hear you down here. No one that cares, anyway."

The german shepard pulled out his own favorite hypno device, a little piece of rock that was attached to the end of a silver pendant. It wasn't his best hypnotic method - that was more using the shimmer of his badge to get people's attention and then hold it - but the gator wouldn't have responded to that. He needed something new, something different.

He set it to swaying in front of the gator's face, shaking his head.

"Do you know how much abuse you've been responsible for? I swear, we've arrested people with smaller superiority complexes than you. And they were narcissistic serial killers. What the hell made you think that you were behaving anywhere near okay?"

Commissioner Rogers just glared at him, those narrow green eyes peering past a long snout. A long snout he was very careful to stay back from, knowing how those teeth could really hurt if they clamped down on someone.

Nevertheless, he swayed the pendant back and forth, and gradually, so gradually, the gator started to watch it.

"You think that I'm a renegade cop? Maybe you're right. But sometimes...sometimes, we need a little revolution."

"That what you're calling it, pup? You should think twice. You're breaking worse rules than usual, and if I get loose -"

"You will. But by the time you do, I don't think anyone will have to be afraid of you anymore."

Frank couldn't quite suppress a feeling of...sympathy, almost, as it came up in his chest. The way the commissioner acted, the way that he treated everyone, had to come from something that was pretty damn bad in his life. Nobody acted this way if they had everything good. Nobody acted this way if they had even a fair bit of good things.

He tried to push it away, wanting to focus more on the satisfaction of a bit of revenge, but now that the thought was there...

He tapped the pendant, putting his focus somewhere else. He'd deal with that feeling later.

"Just...keep watching the pendant. Watch it sway, watch it turn. It makes such a fascinating pattern, doesn't it? Such an intricate, different set of moves. Back and forth, back and forth...slowly spinning, slowly turning...Like it's trying to hide something."

That immediately seemed to catch the reptile's attention, and his eyes focused all the harder on the pendant. Frank would have chuckled, if it had been a suitable occasion. As it was, he kept his mouth shut. The last thing he needed was for the big guy to start thinking about what he was looking at, thinking about what he was hearing and being convinced to do.

"Yeah. Hiding something. Something just around the corner. Turning at the last second. You can find it, if you just look hard enough. You can figure it out, if you just keep looking until it shows itself. And in the meantime, who cares what I'm saying? Who cares what's being talked about? All that matters is that you find out what I'm hiding on the rock."

"What you're...hiding on the...rock..."

It was about as textbook perfect as one could get. The trance was rock solid, and the commissioner was staring at the pendant like he might have at a suspect, as if trying to intimidate it into giving up its secrets. Frank smiled; it was easier than he thought.

He tapped the rock again, making it spin and turn just that much faster, drawing away more of the gator's concentration. Bits of the white shirt the commissioner wore - mostly around the pits, but a bit in the chest as well - started to get a little damp, a little see through as the big guy focused harder, harder on the mystery at hand.

Frank hated to admit it, but the gator had a few points of attraction. He had a big body, something that would be rather pleasant to have atop someone, or - he supposed - under them. Despite the muscle gut that the big guy had, he had a lot of actual muscles around the rest of his frame, and now that the attitude was silenced, the dog could sort of see how the commissioner could be considered attractive...in the right light.

He shook his head, keeping up the slow hypnosis.

"That's it. Just keep staring. You're getting closer and closer to figuring out what in the hell is going on. What in the hell I'm hiding. The longer you stare, the closer it feels like you're getting. But you have to keep staring, and more importantly, keep listening."

"Keep...listening..."

"That's right. Gotta keep listening. Gotta keep listening. The sound makes it easier to figure stuff out. My voice makes the mystery less mysterious. If you stop listening, you'll never figure it out. You'll never figure out the mystery of the swinging rock."

If there was anything he could have said that would have made that more terrifying for the big scaly, he didn't know what it was. The intensity of that glare got even stronger, but he could see the gator was listening to him, too. The slight tilt of the head, the turn to point his ear-holes towards him...it was all just perfect.

"Just keep listening. Keep listening, and keep staring. Keep listening, keep staring, and as you do, slowly feel a sense of relaxation slip over you. Yes, relaxation...it's so much simpler to think of things when you are relaxed. So simple to think of things when you aren't tense. So, the more I talk, the more you stare, the more relaxed you feel. The more relaxed you feel, the more you want to listen. The more you want to listen, the more relaxed you feel. And it will get better and better, more and more relaxed, with each passing second."

He smiled as he saw the gator starting to sag in the cuffs, and started to breathe a sigh of relief. The bully was either much more susceptible to hypnosis than he looked, or he wasn't nearly as rusty as he thought he was. Either way, he felt pretty damn good about himself. He was slowly drawing the pendant in closer, letting it slow, as he kept talking.

"That's it. Just relax. The mystery barely matters anymore, but feeling so relaxed feels so good. It feels so good to let your thoughts go, to let your mind empty. To let me be the one in charge, to let me be the one telling you what you need to do."

The gator twitched a bit.

"No, no, don't worry about it. Thinking is so hard right now. It's so much easier to listen, so much easier to do what you're told. Just listen, and relax. Relax, and listen. Listen, and relax. Relax, and listen."

"Relax...and listen..."

"That's good. That's very, very good. Now, I want to see you slowly slip down into a deep trance. A deep, relaxing trance. Just listen to me as I slowly count down...From ten..."

"Ten..."

"Nine..."

"Nine..."

Back and forth they went, with him counting out the number and the gator repeating it. Soon, they reached zero, and the commissioner's head slumped down, drifting off into a deep, happy slumber. Frank started to smile -

Ring ring, ring ring.

"Shit shit shit!"

He grabbed at his pocket as fast as he could, and whipped the phone up to his ear. He jostled his sunglasses a little bit, almost bruising himself before he could silence the ringer and answer the phone.

"What? I'm busy!"

"Too busy for me?"

"Sorry..."

He turned from the commissioner - thankfully still deep in trance - and kept whispering.

"Alright...He's in trance, but I don't know how long he'll stay in it. Where are you?"

"Down at the front door. I told them that I have a proposal for the department, and that I need to talk to the commissioner. But he's not in his office."

"Yeah...Um...hang on a second. I'll be right up."

"What did you do, Frank? Come on, tell me the details."

"Faster if I show you. Be right there."

He hung up, then turned back to the zonked out gator. He slowly smiled, shaking his head as he patted the commissioner on the chest.

"You'll be fine. After this, well, you might even be a pretty damn good guy."

"...Frank, I gotta hand it to you, I didn't think you had this in you. This is just...damn awesome."

And for once, Henry wasn't being sarcastic or funny. The sight of the bound up gator, the way that his body was hanging utterly limp from the bindings on him, was something that he had never expected to see. Apparently, his boyfriend was both kinkier and more practical than he had given him credit for.

Chuckling, he walked up to the zonked-out reptile, running his hands over the big muscles in the arms, down his chest. The horse even reached down to the commissioner's pants, opening them and tugging on the underwear until it slipped past his balls, and -

"Holy fuck, this guy is hung..."

Despite his own endowment, Henry had to agree with his boyfriend. The gator had more than a little cock hanging down there. Flaccid and relaxed as it was, it was still shorter than his own, but it was big for someone of this size. One usually didn't expect the bigger-bellied guys to have so much packing.

Frank joined him, giving the shaft a little squeeze and tug, and it started responding almost immediately. The eight inch softy started rising up, filling out, particularly as the german shepard tugged on it harder and harder. Inch after inch started pushing up and out, until Henry grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Uh, we might want to save that."

"Oh, right. Right. Sorry, it's just..."

"Heh, surprising?"

"Really surprising. I was kinda thinking he'd be a little dicked guy."

"Expecting, or hoping?"

"...Maybe a bit of both."

Chuckling, the stallion gently worked the pants down the rest of the way. It wasn't that hard to completely strip the commissioner from the waist down, and with that much meat hanging there, he wanted to see what the backside was like.

As soon as the pants were down on the ground, he kicked them away and walked through the open door of the holding cell. With the way that the commissioner was handcuffed, all spread-eagled like that, it forced his back - and particularly his ass - up against the cell bars very well. Henry grinned as he saw that the gator's ass cheeks were pinned in place with two different bars, and already pushed apart for his viewing pleasure.

Kneeling down, he took a good, long look at that scaly rump. It was big, and definitely gave a lot more than Frank's did. The pressure from the bars left deep indentations on the scaly backside, and he chuckled as he poked it, watching as it squished under his fingers.

But that only held his attention so long as he looked further in, under that thick, ridged tail.

A hole, pink and wet with sweat, shone among the scales that surrounded it. The amazing color difference, going from that green and yellow to something much more...vulnerable, left him licking his lips and squeezing his crotch.

"Frank, you seen him from this side yet?"

"Nah. I've been a bit busy with the front."

"Well, get over here. You gotta see this."

He waved when the german shepard continued to hesitate, and pointed at that pink pucker as his boyfriend walked around. The sudden groan, the feeling of the canine's tail wagging against his side, was all that he could have hoped for.

"Heh, pretty damn hot, isn't it?"

"You got that right."

Henry smiled.

"See? This is why you listen to me."

"Yeah, yeah...So, how are we going to do this? Are you going to hypnotize him and then fuck him, or..."

"Actually, I had a script all ready for this."

"You...wrote a script for this?"

Frank arched an eyebrow.

"Do you know how silly that sounds?"

"I was going for plotting mastermind, thank you very much. And besides, it's better to work it out than wing it; that's how half of the over-done hypnosis happens out there."

"...And the other half?"

"Ain't over-done, it's just people lying."

Chuckling, he pulled out a folded up piece of paper from his pocket and passed it over. As his boyfriend took it and started reading through it, he put his attention back to the ass in front of him, groping it, feeling how soft and squishy it was under his hands. There was enough muscle to keep it from being an utter fat-ass further down, but he just took a moment to enjoy the contrast. Usually, his boys didn't have this much cushion for his pushin'.

He leaned in a bit further, dragging his nose near that hole and taking a brief little sniff. It was hot and wet, and most of the scent came from the musk of sweat around it. But beyond that, the hot, bitter smell of a good ass was still there. The horse licked his lips as he grabbed that ass, forcing it to spread even further, making the little wrinkles around that hot pucker tighten up a little bit more. Every little bit of pressure seemed to tug on it, spreading it further.

"Uh, Henry?"

Groaning at the interruption, he glanced back as Frank held up the paper.

"Um, aren't you going to read it?"

"No. You are."

"...What?"

"You're a hypnotist too, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but not on this level."

"He's already tranced. You can handle it from here, now that you have the right words."

"What if he wakes up?"

"Do you really think he's going to be focusing on anything but the rimming he's gonna be getting and the words in his head?"

"Well..."

Spanking his boyfriend lightly, the horse smiled.

"You got this. Just make sure that you keep it light and even. Even if you get excited, just try and keep it even. We don't want him misunderstanding you, do we?"

"Oh god, no."

"Good. Now get to it, man. The faster you do it, the faster we can blow off some stress."

As the canine walked around to the outside of the holding cell, Henry got back to work enjoying himself. Spreading that ass until he saw the scales stretch taut around the hole, and the flesh there get tight, he leaned in again. Another couple of sniffs, and his cock was up to full erection in his pants. The soft smell of bitterness under that hot, heady scent of sweat and musk was just perfect; he swore that if they bottled that and made it a cologne, he'd spray it on Frank and never let him smell different.

The horse stuck out his tongue and dragged it between the scaly ass cheeks. It was such a different texture, such a different feeling as he tasted that ass. It was bumpy, pebbly in comparison to the bull and to Frank's, but not unpleasantly so. Just...different. He wouldn't have been opposed to trying more of it, having another scaly rump to compare it to.

He chuckled as he went further, dragging his tongue from balls to hole several times. Each lick cleaned it a bit of some of the sweat on it, taking away some of the day's heat. But no matter how many times he flicked his tongue over the hole - feeling it pucker beneath him - it never stopped tasting of hot masculinity.

Groping himself with each lick, the stallion grabbed those ass cheeks hard, squeezing them as Frank started reading the script. He only listened long enough to make sure that he stayed on topic, and then turned all his attention to that hole.

He already knew that it would need a lot of work, a lot of stretching, before it was ready for fucking. The horse dragged his tongue along it, pulling on it, stretching with his tongue the way that he might with his fingers. For the first few licks, all he managed was to drag his tongue along the hole, just wetting it rather than tugging on it.

Then, he felt the skin stretch, pull along with him, and the next lick pulled and stretched it even further. Soon, he felt his tongue starting to slide further in, further down before it went back out. The gator's hole was slowly loosening up, getting wider with each successive lick.

Mmmm, this is going to be a hot ass to fuck, that's for sure...

It was all Frank could do to keep his attention on the paper. He'd read out presentations before, but usually, the consequences for missing a word only amounted to a light slap on the wrist. Now, if he screwed up, he'd either leave a completely wrong command in the gator's brain, or wake him up from the trance completely.

And something told the officer that the commissioner wouldn't appreciate having his pants off and his ass getting treated like it was the eighth wonder of the world.

Don't wake up, don't wake up...

"You are slowly slipping deeper into trance. Slowly sliding deeper and deeper into a wonderful, relaxing place, a place where you don't have to think, you don't have to worry. A place where someone else takes care of you. A happy place, where nothing happens that you don't want to happen. A wonderful place where you don't have to do anything. A wonderful place where someone else does everything for you.

"It is so easy to be in this place, that you will want to be here as often as you can. In the future, you can come to this place whenever you want. Anytime that you need to get away, any time that you want to have the world be less harsh, all you have to do is think of this happy place, and you will come back to it.

"It's so easy to come back to, and you want other people to help you. So, whenever you hear someone say the words, 'Brain Down Town', you will slip back into this place, and let other people think for you."

He half expected the gator to be repeating that, but it was almost a relief to see him utterly quiet. Well, mostly quiet.

Frank had never seen someone moan so much from getting rimmed, and from the sounds Commissioner Rogers was making, he was getting rimmed good. The police officer shifted from one foot to another, feeling his own needs getting a little stronger as he felt a bit envious. Not that he would not get some attention later; he knew he'd be well taken care of. However, he kind of wanted that feeling now.

With his own ass twitching, it was perhaps inevitable that he looked down, that he glanced at the commissioner's cock. It was certainly big; not as big as the big dick that Henry was packing, but he was a horse, so that was to be expected. This...this...

Slowly wrapping his hand around the shaft as he continued the long, lengthy script that Henry had prepared for this occasion, he stroked it up and down, feeling the eleven inches of thick cock flesh throbbing and pulsing under his fingers. He gripped it tighter, imagining how it would feel in his ass if he just...backed up on it...

"You will enjoy this happy place, and eagerly follow any commands you hear in it. You will happily take new commands, and follow them to the best of your ability. It's so easy to let someone else control you. So easy to let someone else take the blame if things go wrong. After all, someone else is doing things for you. Even if they look like you, even if they sound like you, it's not you. It's them. Someone else is taking care of things."

That was...surprisingly good writing, he had to admit. Giving the commissioner the idea of letting someone else take the blame and the responsibility for anything that happened under hypnosis would immediately get around subconscious guards like that. Very clever.

"Soon, you will wake up, but not as yourself. Instead, you will wake up as 'Commissioner Slut', a horny slave, eager to offer up his ass to whoever is around him. You will stay 'Commissioner Slut' until someone says your real name. Your real name is 'Commissioner Rogers'. Until you hear that name, you will not be yourself. You will be someone else."

"He look about ready?"

Frank glanced up from the paper, checking the gator's eyes. They were fairly glassed over, but they looked about as sleepy as most tranced people did. More than that, he doubted that the gator would be quite this hard and this eager if he weren't.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Alright. Let's wake him up."

He heard Henry take another couple of licks before snapping his fingers. The gator grunted, shaking his head a few times as he slowly woke up. Frank hesitated, thinking perhaps he should take his hand away, but he couldn't quite resist, giving that cock a couple more strokes as the commissioner finally looked down at him.

"Frank..."

The gator groaned again, arching his back.

"Mmmph...fuck me, Frank..."

"Heh...I think I'll be fucking you too."

The officer almost blushed at his boyfriend getting up and lining up his cock for the commissioner's ass. Almost.

After all, he was lining up to do the same sort of thing with the commissioner's cock.

Heh, looks like Frank likes it up the ass as much as I love fucking people up it, Henry thought as he watched his boyfriend. The canine officer was eager, that was for sure; didn't even use any lube, just turned around and lifted his tail before backing up. He had a perfect view for watching the gator's cock disappear into that eager ass, and he licked his lips, feeling his own cock throb all the harder, begging for attention.

Attention, he knew, that he could get from that scaly rump. The stud smiled, grabbing the base of his cock and angling it down a bit. He felt the twitching against his hole, and knew he was perfectly lined up.

Both the commissioner and his boyfriend gasped as he slammed in, the powerful thrust rocking the gator forward and making him slam into the canine's ass. The sudden whimper and moan from up front made him pause, though.

"You okay, Frank?"

"Y-yeah, just...fuck, hang on a second..."

He heard a little shuffling going on, and leaned his head to the side.

His boyfriend was swiveling his hips up and down, gradually working his way off of that cock, and then slowly sliding back down. He winced at the way that the thick gator cock seemed to stretch and pull at the german shepard's hole.

"Eesh...didn't mean to push it so hard so fast."

"Yeah, it's fine...just...not so hard now."

Nodding, the horse got back into position. It went against his nature, but he took it slow, gradually rocking his hips back and forth into that hole. Bit by bit, he let himself speed up, but not before he felt the rocking back on the other side, knowing that Frank was ready for it.

Thankfully, neither of them took very long to get into the whole event, and soon they were both bucking back and forth, leaving the gator huffing and puffing, only making a grunt of discomfort when he was pushed back against the bars a little bit too hard. Even that didn't stop the two lovers, though, pushing him further, faster.

Henry was moving fastest of the two of them, though, his balls swinging forward and smacking that scaly ass with every thrust. He panted as he slowly reached up, grabbing the bars for more leverage as he bucked forward harder, harder, feeling the gator getting pushed away from the bars, deeper into his boyfriend.

"Mmmph..."

So hot, so wet. That hole was tighter than anything in his hypnotic career. It bent to his will, giving in to him like a slut should. It sucked at his cock, squeezing on it, pulling him deeper and deeper, and soon...

With one last thrust, he went over the edge, blowing his load deep in the gator's hole. He felt his balls draw up, pulling in close as he emptied them, feeling each pulse as it went deep. Up front, he heard Frank bite off a howl, and grinned; seemed like they'd all had a good time.

He hesitated before pulling out, making sure that the seed wouldn't just come flooding out before he slowly backed up. The gator's ass was left just about gaping, wide open and wet with spit and cum. A few droplets slipped out, but that was it.

What a fuck, he thought with a smile, slowly walking around the big guy to see how Frank was doing.

The answer seemed to be, pretty darn good. Slowly wiggling himself forward on tiptoes, the german shepard had obviously cum all over the floor, and his cock was still up, still knotted. He seemed to shiver with each little wiggle, and his cock twitched more. Henry chuckled.

"Heh, was his cock that good?"

"Twice as good as your bull boss...Not as good as yours."

"Good to know. His ass is wide open if you wanna use it."

"Heh, sloppy seconds? Why not?"

Frank finally yanked himself off of the gator's cock, wobbling on his feet for a few seconds before getting his balance back. The horse just managed to see that there was some cum sliding down the dog's legs before looking away, chuckling.

"Before you let him out of trance, have him look at this and sign it."

He grabbed a briefcase that he'd left on the nearby desk, and pulled out a few pieces of paper. As Frank read them, the horse started making his way to the far end of the room. Partway through getting dressed, he heard his boyfriend let out a soft gasp, and chuckled.

"Yeah, thought that you guys might like that."

"A...a department-wide bonus?"

"Looked into some stuff. I saw you guys were getting a little underpaid; thought you might like to actually get all the overtime work paid off."

"...Thanks, Henry. You have no idea -"

"Just make sure he signs and dates it. I'm sure that he'll take any opportunity to challenge it later, so make sure that he doesn't have any loopholes when he signs it."

"I'll be careful. Thanks, hon. I'll see you at your place later."

"See you then."

He smiled as he walked up the stairs, already putting his story together for the department. Should be good to see how they deal with a new boss when this was over. With the hypnotic trigger that Frank told him for the surveillance people, there wouldn't even be a record of what happened down there, so it would - hopefully - remain a mystery.

The End