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WARNING!!! This contains sex between an adult and an underage individual, albeit entirely consentual. If it ain't your thing, then go elsewhere, otherwise enjoy. :)

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William Donatti was tired. Night had fallen by the time he eased his Dodge sedan into its parking space outside his apartment building. A hard, long day at the office filing paperwork and having to put up with Victor Morrisey tended to take a lot out of him. As a detective in the Burrow Heights Police Department, Donatti tended to have a pretty tough life despite having only been on the force for a couple of years.

He was the junior detective between himself and his partner, Morrisey, a gruff fortysomething badger with a crass sense of humor and a bottomless pit for a stomach. A decent enough fellow but a little too rough around the edges for Donatti's tastes. Donatti himself was a squirrel roughly twenty-eight years of age, a bit on the tall side and lanky.

He stretched as he got out of his car and, shutting the door, headed into the apartment building. It was a nice enough place, cheap but clean. Donatti detested the stereotype of police detectives living in squalid conditions due to low pay. Donatti didn't get paid much, yes, but he spent his money wisely. Thus he was able to afford to live in a decent flat.

He rode the elevator up to the fourth floor where he lived, and, getting off, was immediately confronted by the sight of a young rabbit boy of about fifteen, wearing a loosefitting T-shirt with some band logo Donatti didn't recognize, and baggy jeans. His name was Jeff, and currently he was leaning against the wall outside his apartment door. To Donatti's consternation, the boy was smoking a cigarette, which he didn't bother extinguishing as the detective approached.

"Hi," he said, sounding bored.

"Evening," Donatti replied, walking past him. He walked past the rabbit to his door and stopped, turning. It occurred to him that it was a little strange for Jeff to be out here. He only knew the boy casually, but he knew that Jeff didn't make a habit of loitering in the hallway. "There any particular reason you're out here?" he asked.

Jeff lazily looked over. "Not that it's any of your business, but my drunken asshole of a father locked me out again." Frowning, Donatti walked over. He knocked on the door and received no answer. "Save it, Kojak, he ain't home." Jeff took a drag off of his cigarette. "Out of town on some business trip."

Donatti nodded, remembering that Jeff's parents were divorced. Jeff certainly had problems with his father, Michael. Donatti often heard them fighting. But he never stuck his nose in because he was confident that Michael never hit the boy.

"Do you have somewhere to stay the night?" he asked after a moment.

Jeff dangled the cigarette and then let it drop, extinguishing it with a large, sandled foot. "Got a few friends I could call. I could crash at their places."

Donatti nodded. Then, what he said next surprised him. In hindsight perhaps the most logical thing to do would be to simply nod and go into his own apartment. Although Jeff was onto fifteen, the boy was capable enough on his own and Burrow Heights was a safe enough neighborhood. He had no doubts Jeff would simply use a payphone.

Instead, what the detective said was, "If you want, you can use my phone to call one of them."

This seemed to surprise Jeff, who glanced up. After a moment, he said, "Sure."

"All right then, come on," Donatti said and gestured.

He led the way as they walked back down the hall to his apartment. Producing the key, Donatti opened the door and entered. Jeff followed him in. Shutting the door behind them, Donatti flicked the lights on. He showed Jeff where the phone was, namely, on the table in the living room, and then walked into the kitchen to get himself something to drink. He got a Coke out of the fridge. Without opening it he returned to the living room and watched as Jeff, who was sitting on the couch, dialed a number, then paused, as if in thought, chewing on his lower lip, which was pierced. He then hung up and turned in his seat towards the squirrel.

"Actually, now that I think about it, mind if I crash here tonight, instead?" he asked. "It's really late, and most of my buddies live far away."

Donatti shuffled his feet and thought for a second. What could the harm be? Despite looking like a delinquent, Jeff was mostly a straight-laced kid, as far as Donatti knew. So after a moment, he nodded in agreement. "Sure, you can stay," he said. "You can sleep on the couch. Would you like something to drink?"

"Sure, whatcha got?"

"Coke," Donatti said, holding up his unopened can.

"All right, it's not my first choice, but I'll take it," Jeff said. He smiled and leaned back on the couch, kicking his sandals off and getting comfortable.

Smiling, Donatti returning to the kitchen and retrieved a second Coke can. This he brought out and handed to Jeff, who accepted it was a thanks. He watched as Jeff popped the tab and chugged the soda noisily, a bit surprised at how much, and how quickly, the boy could drink. He suspected that Jeff was an experienced drinker, and not of soda, either. Most teenagers these days had fake IDs after all.

As Jeff continued to drink, Donatti set his can down and took his suit jacket off. He'd been wearing a brown suit with black leather belt, to which a pair of handcuffs were attached, and a bowtie instead of the more conventional necktie. His shoulder holster in plain view, he went and hung the jacket on a coat rack near the front door. Jeff finished drinking and loosed a thick belch, crushing the soda can in his hand.

"Wow," he said, eyeing Donatti's holster. "Nice piece. A Glock?"

Donatti said nothing, he simply smirked. He then went into his bedroom and sat on the bed. He went about his nightly routine of removing the handgun from his holster, ejecting the clip, and then putting both gun and clip into the drawer of his bedside table. The handcuffs he dropped onto the tabletop with a clink. Rising, he shrugged off his shoulder holster straps and, as he did so, he noticed that Jeff was watch him. There was a clear view into the bedroom from the couch. The rabbit had his feet propped up on the coffee table and was simply watching the squirrel, whether out of curiousity or something else, Donatti was uncertain.

He finished removing the holster and hung it on the bedpost. Then he walked back out into the living room and sat down on the sofa. He opened his own Coke can and sipped it slowly. Jeff shifted on the couch next to him.

"You're pretty good-lookin' for an older guy," he said.

Coke almost shot out of Donatti's nose. Swallowing as best as he could, he whirled to look at the boy, wide-eyed. "What did you say?"

"I said you look good. You know, as in you're handsome and all that crap."

Donatti blinked and took another sip of the soda. While he never hid his homosexuality, he wasn't exactly open about it, either. He visited his share of gay bars and brought a guy home once or twice, but was never gratuitous about it. In fact as far as he knew, not even Victor Morrisey, who he worked with every day, knew he was gay.

Jeff said, "C'mon, don't act so shy. I've seen you bringing other guys in here once or twice. I know you're a fag."

Donatti stood up, glowering down at the boy. "Get out of here right now," he growled.

The rabbit did not get out. Instead he took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Removing a Marlboro from the packet, he slid it between his lips. "Relax, Detective," he said, dismissively reassuring, as he ignited the lighter and lit the cigarette. "I am, too, in a manner of speaking. When I wanna be, anyway. So, sit down and relax."

The squirrel stood there for a few moments, feeling his anger ebb. Jeff's confident, assured mannerisms made him change his mind about the boy. So, he sat back down. "So what if I'm gay, what's it to you?"

"Well, I was hopin' maybe we could fool around," Jeff said, eyeing him.

"You're only fifteen!" Donatti said, shocked.

"I'm old enough to get a hardon, and I'm old enough to blow my load. That means I'm old enough to fuck around," Jeff said matter-of-factly, puffing on the cigarette. "So, whaddaya say we get you out of those stuffy cop clothes and into something more fitting."

Donatti's mind was reeling. There was no doubt the boy was quite handsome. But could he, should he sleep with a fifteen-year-old boy? On the one hand, he was underage. That much was certain. But on the other hand, Jeff seemed far more mature than most boys his age. He acted eighteen or twenty, rather than fifteen.

He felt Jeff's hand on his thigh. "Come on, make up your mind," he urged. "Come on, if you didn't wanna, you would've already tossed me out on my ass."

Donatti slowly nodded. And from that point on, he was Jeff's. Somehow he had let a fifteen-year-old boy take control of him. The first thing Jeff did was blow smoke into Donatti's face, making the squirrel cough. Then, he leaned in, and their lips met. They kissed softly for a moment, before Jeff drew back. Inserting the cigarette into Donatti's half-empty Coke cane, due to there being no ashtrays, the boy stood and began undressing. Donatti watched him, mesmerized. The shirt came off first. Jeff had a very toned body for a boy his age. Still somewhat undeveloped, but he was what would be considered "buff" for fifteen; broad shoulders, a wide, flat chest, and somewhat beefy arms. Donatti noted that in addition to his lower lip, the rabbit also had his nipples pierced.

"You wanna help me with my pants, pal?" Jeff asked. "What's your name, anyway? I mean, your first name."

"It's William," Donatti replied, staring.

"All right then, William, why don't you unbuckle my belt and then undo my pants?"

Nodding, Donatti reached over and fumbled with Jeff's belt. It was black with silver, rounded spikes for decoration. After getting the buckle undone he discovered the reason Jeff wore the belt. The button on his pants was missing. As soon as the buckle came undone the extremely baggy cargo pants slid down the boy's legs a bit, stopping at the knees, revealing to Donatti the teen's package.

Jeff wore red bikini briefs, high cut over his hips. They were bulging what was no doubt a very large erection for a boy Jeff's age. Donatti realized as he pulled the pants down the rest of the way that there was a lot about this boy that was unusual for someone his age. Not the least of which was seducing a police detective.

"Right," said Jeff, stepping out of the pants. His large rabbit foot kicked them aside. "Now let's do you. Strip."

Eagerly, Donatti undid his bowtie and then began unbuttoning his dress shirt. As he did so, Jeff watched with a smirk, and then turned and walked into the bedroom. Standing even as he removed his shirt, which fluttered down to land on the couch, Donatti followed the teen, wondering what he was up to.

Entering the bedroom he found the rabbit laying on his bed, sprawled out, damn near spread-eagled and on display. He was rubbing his cockbulge with one hand. Donatti felt his pants tighten, and a cold sweat begin to break out all over his body. He was definitely past the point of no return, now. Gesturing, Jeff said, "The pants, if you please." Donatti's pants were pooled around his ankles in an instant. He wore tightfitting boxer briefs, which showed his arousal quite plainly. Jeff nodded in approval. "Nice," he said, and beckoned.

Donatti went over and brought one knee up onto the bed, and, getting on, crawled over to the teenager and embraced him, to Jeff's obvious delight. They kissed, felt each other other, and groped one another's concealed erections.

"Anyway, enough of this romantic bullshit," Jeff said, squirming out from under underneath Donatti.

For a moment Donatti feared he'd done something wrong. Instead, Jeff simply swung his legs over the bed and slid his thumbs into the waistline of the briefs he wore. Slowly he pulled them down off his hips, lifting his legs to help slide them off. Donatti actually licked his lips as the boy's modest erection sprang into view. A deft flick of a rabbit's foot and the red bikini briefs hit the far wall and fell down. Now totally naked, Jeff rolled over and pushed Donatti over, climbing on top of him. He reached over and took Donatti's handcuffs off of the bedside table. Before Donatti could react, one cuff was slapped over his left wrist. He struggled, and Jeff grabbed his right wrist, and, after a few seconds of wriggling on Donatti's part, the rabbit had the older squirrel handcuffed.

"There," said Jeff. "You looked far more sexy that way, William."

Donatti grumbled. Day after day of busting crooks and he let this fifteen-year-old kid subdue and cuff him. Jeff grabbed the short chain linking the two bracelets together and pulled Donatti up into a sitting position so they were face to face. The rabbit's tongue slid out and he French-kissed the squirrel gently.

"Mm, there's a lot I'd like to do to you, William," Jeff said. "But tonight I think we're gonna take it slow and just be vanilla." Releasing the handcuffs he allowed Donatti to flump back down onto the bed. Donatti raised his head a bit and watched as Jeff turned so that his back was to the squirrel, facing the foot of the bed. Then he lay on his belly and stretched out. "Why don't you come on over here and give my sweet ass a kiss?"

Donatti gulped. Was Jeff asking him to do what he thought he was asking him to do? The squirrel got up as best as he could with his wrists bound and got between the teen's spread legs. He shoved his muzzle against the tail's underside, and lower, into Jeff's asscrack and over his young pucker. He pursed his lips, kissing the anus sweetly, using his tongue to slicken the opening thoroughly. Jeff groaned and writhed on the bed as his older lover ate him out. Finally h pulled back, smacking his lips. He breathed deeply, amazed at how quickly the evening was progressing.

"All right now that you've got me all slicked up, do me nice and hard," Jeff said, panting.

Donatti got up, and off came his boxer briefs. He walked on his knees and positioned himself behind Jeff, slipping his throbbing adult erection between those sweet boycheeks. "Are you ready for me?" he asked sweetly, gently placing his cuffed hands on the small of Jeff's back.

"Fuck yes!" the rabbit replied with a grin.

"Good," Donatti cooed, and then slowly pressed himself forwards, feeling his thickness pressing against the saliva-slickened anus before popping in. The boy was tight beyond belief, and Donatti was having difficulty keeping himself inside, but, gritting his teeth, he pressed on, grunting and pushing deeper.

"Fuck that feels good!" moaned Jeff, gripping the bedposts.

"I'm...unh...glad," Donatti grunted, slowly pressing deeper, mounting the teen, pushing in until his black pubes came flush with the boy's pert ass. He breathed softly. "Now, get ready...okay?"

"I was born ready," Jeff cooed.

Donatti nodded in return and pulled back, then pushed back in with a grunt. Soon he had a nice rhythym worked out, slowly humping in and out of Jeff, taking his sweet boy-ass for a slow and pleasurable ride, his hands sliding up that bare back to grip firmly at Jeff's shoulders. The boy pressed himself back against the squirrel, grunting.

"Gimme everything!" growled Jeff.

The squirrel thrust, faster, moaning deeply in his chest, the bedroom filled with the sounds of sex. "I'll give you...unh...everything, gorgeous Jeff," he gasped, feeling his dick itching, climax seconds away, sweat beginning to dampen his fur.

Jeff himself grunted and his cock twitched and spewed thick hot ropes of teenage boycum onto the bedsheets. Donatti didn't notice that Jeff had orgasmed just yet. But himself soon exploded, shooting his thick squirrelcum into that well-used boy-ass.

"Everything," he grunted. "Everything...I have...to give..."

As his flow tapered off, Donatti extracted himself from the boy and sighed happily. He wiped the sweat from his brow. After a moment, the panting Jeff sat up giving the squirrel a lovely view of his naked sweaty back. Jeff turned and slid his strong arms around the squirrel, and kissed him softly once more. "You're pretty good," he said. "We'll have lots more fun next time, I think."

"Next time?" mumbled Donatti, who somehow had been thinking this would be a one night stand.

"Yup! In the meantime...uh, do you remember where you keep your handcuff keys?"

"In my coat pocket. It's out in the living room."

"Well, we'll get it tomorrow," Jeff said, guiding Donatti down onto the bed and snuggling against him softly.

Without so much as a goodnight, the teenager slowly drifted off to sleep, leaving Donatti feeling sullied and unusual....but happy. Detective William Donatti of the Burrow Heights Police Department had been seduced by a fifteen-year-old boy and handcuffed by him, and he was happy. Feeling his eyelids growing heavy, Donatti closed them, and slowly went to sleep to the sound of Jeff's breathing. In the morning, they'd get the handcuff keys and talk about seeing one another more in the future.

The End