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That's Officer Daddy to You

Sweet mother of mercy... Druff is on the loose again, and this time he is playing with Gritou and Perrin Wolfbrother who have fallen under his spell...oh dear...hopefully you'll enjoy the read as much as I liked...eh...helping Druff to write this? It may not be exactly a Halloween story, but there is dressing up involved, so...enjoy!

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Gritou was one happy camper, set up on his gaming rig with his eyes firmly locked onto the figure swinging his sword on the computer screen. The orca's face was a mask of concentration, and even his tail fin maintained a stiff angle of tension while the repeated mouse clicks echoed in the room lit only by the glow of his monitor. It was quiet in the room, for the orca wore headphones to make sure that he was getting the best experience out of the game by enjoying it's soundtrack in stereo.

"Come on!" the orca thought aggressively.

Smack, smack, smack!

The hit points dwindled down, and thankfully that was true only on the enemy side. Gritou was certain that he would live to fight another day in the mists of Pandaria -

"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF THAT COMPUTER!"

Gritou almost jumped out of his own killer whale skin when the booming voice filled the room. A splash of light followed, first just from the door that had been suddenly thrown open to admit the light from the living room into the bed room, and then the overhead lights themselves were flicked on and he was plunged out of darkness.

The orca's head snapped over towards the door, the only natural source of the sudden shout. His heart was racing in his chest even before he managed to get his eyes onto the sight that met him at the doorway.

The game sounds still blasting into his ears from the headphones seemed to fade away. Standing at the bedroom door was a sight that made his eyes widen up with shock, surprise, and admittedly, with utter admiration as well.

"You are under arrest, fishboy," the same deep voice spoke again.

This time he had eye contact with the source of the voice. The tiger stood tall and filled the entire doorway with his bulk. Of course Gritou knew him.

Of course...

Druff had excused himself into their apartment, Gritou thought (and found even that idea oddly erotic, that the tiger could get himself in there without a hindrance), although his cheeks began to burn while he wondered whether the tiger had actually entered the building and potentially passed some of Gritou's neighbours while dressed in the way he was at this very moment.

The tiger was covered from head to toe in leather, and Gritou would openly admit later that he had grown rock hard in a matter of seconds after laying his eyes on the sight of the daddy cat. Not only was he wearing leather, Gritou's not so secret weakness, it was the form of the attire that added immensely to the orca's dirty enjoyment of the sight.

The tiger had dressed himself as a police officer, but of no regular variety. The heavy b and the leather gloves might have suggested a regular kind of a law enforcer, but the rest were definitely in the realm of a fetish. The pants were much too tight and shiny, for starters, made of very high quality leather, and so was the shirt that might have been in the form of an uniform, apaulettes and all, but was also in full leather. There was a shiny golden badge on his chest to tell everyone that this was not a regular tiger but OFFICER Druff now. A thick leather belt from which a baton and handcuffs hung only completed the look, as did the leather cap on his head.

The only thing missing, really, were some reflective pilot sunglasses...but Gritou was no longer thinking much. It appeared that all of his available blood flow had gone to his dick instead of his brain, and he felt almost light headed now that he contemplated the sight of the studly daddy tiger occupying his bedroom door.

"W-what - "

"Don't move," the tiger growled along with his threatening glare, "we've had reports of illegal activities in this apartment and you are going to have to be taken into custody..."

"S-sir..." gawked the orca, still seated in front of his now forgotten computer.

"Don't move!" the tiger grunted. "I'll have to send the police dog in first to check for explosives and drugs..."

"The d-dog?" Gritou almost whimpered.

The evil tiger whistled sharply, pointed out one leather-clad paw, and snapped it in the direction of the orca.

"Sniff, Dog!"

Scurrying noises caused the tiger's ears to perk. Gritou stared in mortified fascination how something...or someone...emerged, squeezing itself past the tiger and into the room.

"WOOF! WOOF!"

His wolf boyfriend Perrin had certainly undergone quite the transformation since the last time he had seen him - almost two hours previously, when Gritou had withdrawn into the bedroom to play his WoW while the lupine had said that he had some work to attend to and would be doing it in the living room so that neither of them would disturb the other's activities. Now it became evident that the wolf had at least partially been spending that time as a partner in crime for the tiger, who grinned evilly at the sight of his brand new police dog bouncing into the bedroom.

"WOOF!"

The wolf moved on all fours, as was appropriate. His front paws were enclosed in leather mittens that gave them a more quadrupedal appearance. Knee pads made a noise on the floor with every step the wolf took on his knees, tail wagging about just like the good boy he was now. His ass was framed by the black elastics of a leather jockstrap, and the theme of black treated hide continued in the harness that crisscrossed the wolf's torso. It was stamped with a bright yellow "K-9 UNIT" logo on the straps that connected across Perrin's shoulder blades.

"RUFF!"

A thick leather collar adorned his neck, complete with a D-ring on which a leash could be conveniently clipped into should the dog begin to misbehave. The transformation was completed by a leather muzzle that obscured and changed the shape of the wolf's own face, reduced his eyes into more of aggressive slits, and almost meant that every breath he took would carry the unmistakable tang of oiled leather into his nostrils and maw.

"Search the fishboy, Dog!" Druff called out.

The wolf made great effort in his new role as Officer Druff's new police dog. He padded into the room, with his tail wagging appropriately, and even tried to growl as convincingly as he could when he reached Gritou. The orca met the wolf's eyes and saw them glow with many things...mostly arousal, of course. He could smell it, too, of course, being so intimately familiar with the wolf's most intimate scent. Perrin must have been fully hard inside that jockstrap that trapped his dick, out of view but not unnoticed. Gritou's own senses swam with the deepening musk of leather he could smell now that the 'dog' was close to him.

"RUFF! WUFF!"

The police dog nosed on Gritou's legs. His tail fin leaped at the sudden contact. He could even feel the wolf's tongue touching his leg through his pants. Perrin still kept wagging his tail from side to side while he nuzzled and sniffed audibly on the orca.

"Make sure he stays, Dog!" Druff called out from the door.

The wolf tilted his head up and made his best, threatening canine growl. His teeth flashed white amidst the black leather of the muzzle. Gritou's own cock throbbed in his pants. He was feeling painfully aroused and it had been less than a minute since the tiger appeared in his room and turned his evening upside down.

"RUFF!"

The Druff pulled out his baton from his belt and brandished it in his leather-gloved paws. Gritou could see that it was by no means a conventional nightstick, but rather shaped in a much more suggestive manner. He was sure he had seen something like it while he and Perrin had been browsing online for new fun...toys.

"SNAP!"

The tiger slapped the baton against his leather palm.

"Stand up!" he ordered. "Hands over your head."

"Y-yes sir..." Gritou obeyed immediately.

"RUFF!"

The harnessed K-9 kept a careful eye on the orca whom stood up from his chair. He barely had the mind to snap the game to a pause mode and remove his wireless earphones and put them down to the desk quickly before he made sure to raise his hands up with his palms facing the 'cop' as if to show that he was not concealing anything in them.

"I've done n-nothing, sir..." Gritou whispered.

"WOOF!" the police dog snapped his teeth.

The tiger stomped into the room on his heavy boots. Gritou's tail fin leaped into the air with trepidation.

"S-sir..."

"This calls for a proper body search, boy," the tiger announced.

Gritou's cock pulsed madly in his pants. The big tiger reached him and brought with him a thick whiff of manly musk and the scent of treated leather. It appeared to ooze off him and wrapped the orca in a fantastic cloud of dominant air the orca simply couldn't resist. His eyes feasted on the sight of the daddy tiger, and he could only barely resist the urge to simply fall to his knees and worship the bulge in the very tight leather pants, the consequences be damned.

The tiger cop poked the orca's belly with the tip of his black rubber baton. He clicked his tongue.

"What a whelp..."

"Uhhh..." Gritou moaned.

"You're all the same...delinquents..." the tiger commented. "Dirty boys in need of a firm paw..."

"Y-yes sir..." Gritou admitted openly.

The baton swung again and this time nudged on the front of Gritou's pants. The smirking tiger held the stick there while he licked his lips and eyed the orca's surprised, and submissive expression.

"Yes..." said the tiger.

"Yes, sir..."

"Turn around. Hands behind your back."

"Y-yes sir."

The orca did as he was told. He could hear the click of metal when the tiger took out the cuffs from their holder on his belt. He grabbed one orca arm and snapped the cuff around Gritou's wrist. The other soon followed.

"RUFF!"

Druff tousled his eager assistant's head furs with one leathery paw.

"Good boy...for now," he said. "Now stand still, boy...gonna search ye..."

"Y-yes..." the orca hung his head low.

The tiger's paws landed on the orca's shoulders and began to feel him up. Gritou moaned at the feel of the strong, aggressive paws patting about his body. There wasn't anything really professional about the treatment, considering how much these paws lingered here and there especially once he got to the orca's torso. Gritou let out little honks and moans under the paws that were intent on checking him all over.

"What's this then, boy?" growled the tiger when his paw gripped on the orca's erection.

"Mhhhh!" Grit churred.

"Seems like a possible concealed weapon..." said the Druff, still gripping on the erect shaft through the orca's pants.

"N-no sir - "

The tiger spun the orca around on his feet and patted on the mound of his boner.

"Check this, Dog!" he gestured at the orca's dick again.

The police dog pounced into action from his seated position and moved up to the orca and the tiger again. Perrin rested one front paw against Grit's knee while he lifted himself up and sniffed about the orca's bulge. The tiger grinned lewdly at this sight.

"That's right, boy," the tiger commended his doggie, "check it out good!"

"WRRUFF!" the waggy-tailed wolf-dog exclaimed.

"I think that's enough, Dog!"

The tiger yanked the wolf away by the collar and sent Perrin to sulk nearby with his ears down, just like any scolded dog should. The tiger was practically purring again.

"Seems inconclusive yet...may have to do a further search..."

Druff groped the orca's dick once more before he continued with his so-called frisk search. He made sure to check out every curve of the blushih orca's rump and tug on his tail to make him spin around again.

"Yup...I'm sure you're hiding something, boy..."

The leather cop pulled the orca's pants down without any further fanfare. Grit blushed even more as he knew that the tiger could now see his boner without any hindrance from his clothes. His boxers had to go the same way too, around his knees and then his ankles. Druff slapped one ass cheek and caused the orca to yelp out in pain at the smarting sensation the clap caused.

"Oww..."

The tiger grabbed Grit's ass cheeks and pulled them apart. The long tail swung to the side as if on a reflex so that the tiger got a perfect view down the orca's crack. His puckered asshole might've usually been hidden from sight but right now the cop contemplated it without an issue.

"Might be packing something in here..."

He poked at the orca's hole with his thumb. Druff left one paw in place to keep the orca's rear pried open as he took his baton from his belt again and ran its blunt, suggestive tip into the orca's crack. Grit practically held his breath when he felt the rubber stick prod in his most intimate place. For a moment he even wondered if the tiger was planning to try and shove the dry baton inside his ass, consequences be damned. Druff did not go that far, but gave his balls another well-placed nudge before the baton was withdrawn.

"Hmmm. Inconclusive," the tiger mused.

"W-what are the charges?" Grit asked. In his mind this had really become a real arrest situation and he was living the fantasy to its full arousing effect. He couldn't remember the last time he had grown so aroused so quickly.

"Cockteasing and excessive sluttiness," the tiger growled.

Gritou's cheeks burnt at such accusations.

"S-sorry sir..."

"Especially since I wasn't around to enjoy such a state," said Druff.

He chuckled to himself.

"Come here, boy!"

He patted his knee and got the wolf to approach himself, an eager pooch if there ever was one.

"Stay. Sit!"

The wolf sat onto his haunches and kept his head up expectantly. Druff snapped off the leather leash from his belt.

"Stay!"

The wolf-dog's ears folded back. The tiger snorted as he clipped the leash onto the collar and pulled the leather taut.

"Dog...follow...and you..." he glared at the orca, "come on."

He grabbed the orca's arm and kept him in his firm grip as he led both parties of the couple out of the bedroom and into the living room. The tiger's purr was easily audible to the others, whom were surely expectant of what the cat had in mind for them next.

"Stop here," Druff said.

He sat down onto the couch and spread his legs wide. This allowed both his wanton captives to see the obscene leather bulge of his crotch, in full, fragrant view of them. The tiger smirked as he saw the needy look on the orca's face and the wolf's ears perking up ever so curiously. The wolf's collar was still connected to the leash that he held in a couple of turns around his paw. A simple tug would be all to send Perrin to come for him, obediently as over.

"Worship it," the tiger pointed out his groin, "both of you dirty little bastards!"

The tiger daddy's obedient slaves were not about to spend any time ruminating on that command. Neither of them wanted to displease the cat who played with their numerous sexual kinks in such a satisfying and all-encompassing manner. Now there was a near fight among them on who got the first dibs on the tiger's musky leather-crotch. The wolf got a head start considering that he was already on his knees, but the orca was not far behind him. They both crouched into the warm, welcoming space between the tiger's spread thighs, and plastered their muzzles upon the pulsing bulge that promised so much pleasure underneath that pliant leather.

"Hmmmrr..." purred the tiger.

Grit kissed the Officer's bulge with his eyes closed, all senses enjoying the presence of such masculine energy. The wolf's newly leather-encompassed muzzle was pressed cheek to cheek to his own when he came about to sniff for more of the pleasure-adling scent. The tiger even reached down and tousled both of their heads in turn, without pushing them into further contact with his groin. For now he allowed his obedient boys to act on their own accord and show their worship of the tiger seated above them.

"Polish that leather."

Both the police K-9 wolf and the handcuffed orca obeyed this latest order. Their tongues flopped out and they began a fest of lapping about the musty-flavored hill of tiger meat, so close yet still hidden so frustratingly away from the tiger's treasure. They made their need known soon enough by whimpering, something that pleased Druff greatly and made him rumble.

"Good boys."

The compliment made them act only more hungrily at the prospect of getting to taste the tiger's cock. Their enthusiastic licking warmed up their daddy's hot cock even further, but they were still not allowed to touch it more directly. For now he simply enjoyed the fact that they were under his spell. He sat in his splayed position and replied to the eager nuzzles and laps with an occasional grumble and a flex of his hips to let them know who was the boss.

"Hmmmhh...sit up."

His new servants withdrew with reluctance, but soon both were crouching in front of the daddy tiger, and waiting for his latest decree. The tiger gave them a broad smirk. His paws began to undo the button fasteners on the front of his pants. The orca and the wolf-dog were practically drooling as they watched this display, heard the buttons go, and then the leather-gloved paw dug out the particularly hard, musky shaft.

"HMmmmh!" Perrin whimpered.

Gritou simply stared in awe.

"Orca...come and taste it," the tiger said.

He folded his paws behind his neck and looked at the orca expectantly. Grit did not hold himself back. He shuffled forward on his knees. He still trailed his pants legs where the bunched up clothing remained around his ankles. Perrin simply watched for now, how the orca was more than happy to go and begin to lick at the tiger's stout dick.

"Hmmmrr..." the tiger purred, with his tail flapping the couch, "taste your daddy..."

Grit looked up at the tiger along the thick length of his shaft, and saw the erotic grin on the cat's face. Druff knew that the young orca did not need any further encouragement. He'd probably need to remind the killer whale to not to try and swallow all of it at once lest he'd gag.

The churring orca buried his snout against the tiger's balls and breathed in his wonderful musk. His tail swung happily behind him, almost as if he too was wagging at the prospect of finally getting to taste the cop tiger. He practically burrowed himself there and inhaled...long and deep.

"That's right."

Grit licked at the warmly furred pouch in the hope of giving Officer Gruff some extra pleasure. The tiger's rumble as a result was an affirming one.

"Dog!"

Perrin's ears perked.

"Sniff orca-boy's ass for contraband, boy."

Grit's tail jumped with surprise at the command. Perrin hurried to fulfill the order, on all fours, and approached the swinging killer whale tail. Gritou continued to lick the tiger daddy's balls even when Perrin nuzzled his muzzle under his boyfriend's tail. Grit's moan was a sure sign for Druff that the wolf-dog had his tongue sliding into the orca's ass crack. The tiger put his paw onto the back of Grit's smooth head.

"Suck."

It became a tonguefest, with Perrin's exploring Gritou's asshole while the orca's slurped on two big tiger nuts. He even tried putting them in his maw, but suckling on them made the tiger growl and he had trouble fitting more than one into his mouth at any given time. Even trying to do it made his nose full of exquisite musk that was promising to persist for a long time. The orca's very face was marked with the tiger, and the orca knew already that he would be a complete mess by the time they were done.

Their dirty daisy chain continued. Gritou gobbled himself on Druff's cock all the while Perrin the bad dog licked at the smooth crevice of the orca's rump. The harnessed dog crouched in place like a good boy, collared and leashed so that he would not be able to bolt anytime soon. He was on all fours, as was appropriate, and licked happily away at the treat offered to him by his very favorite Police officer. Even though Perrin didn't touch the raunchy fetish tiger directly, he knew that the cat was watching everything that happened and the wolf pleased him too, with his open obedience.

"Hmmmh...get off me, orca-boy."

Gritou withdrew from the fleshy, barbed meat and looked at the seated tiger warily.

"Dog, on all fours and present your slutty little ass," Druff ordered.

The wolf was surely burning on his cheeks under the leather of his muzzle. He had to shuffle about to make room for what he had been told to do. He turned around, with his tail swinging tensely, before he finally raised his ass and let his tail curl up and out of the way. This action revealed the blunt base of a black plug that had been shoved into his ass and had remained there throughout their kinky session so far. Grit let out a surprised gasp at this discovery.

"Take the toy out of his asshole, Gritou," Druff said.

The orca glanced at the tiger. He moved his hands behind his back, as if he expected them to come loose now that he'd been given a task. The tiger's ears folded back at the rattle.

"You won't be needing those hands," Druff said. "Your maw is more than free to do what you have to do, boy."

Perrin's tail bounced with surprise and almost covered the target of Druff's command. His very much embarrassed boyfriend was being most obedient, despite the lurid nature of his order. He had to move awkwardly, considering his cuffed and pantsied state, but managed to get over to his task without falling himself over. The wolf braced himself when he heard Grit approach, all under the careful gaze of Druff who sat on his couch throne with his cock jutting lewdly from his leather pants.

"Take it out, orca-boy. You do want to fit your tongue in there."

The orca almost whimpered when he dived in. The rubbery taste was alien to him, and the musk under Perrin's tail was strong, and mixed with the leather from his sexual ornaments. He had to tilt his head and almost toppled over from lack of balance in the position, with his hands cuffed behind his back, but he managed to get his teeth around the rubber and bite into it.

"Uhhh..."

"HMPH!" Grit honked out of his blowhole.

The plug plopped out of the wolf's ass after some negotiation from Grit's jaws. He almost toppled onto his ass when plug suddenly shot out of Perrin's hole. He coughed it out of his maw and got a peek at the wolf's slightly gaping hole before it finally clenched itself shut.

"That's right," Druff said. "Now lick it. I need to have it ready for riding on my lap."

The wolf let out a quiet huff of excitement at the thought of bouncing on the leather daddy's big cock.. This also aroused Grit, who had to re-balance himself so that he could crouch back into place under Perrin's tail. The randy bondage wolf's tail wagged again and brushed over the dome of Grit's head when the orca began to push his tongue onto the place where it was needed most and upon Druff's orders, at the wolf's asshole.

"Eat that ass, boy. Warm it up for me. Maybe I'll do yours dry, orca-slut."

Gritou complied, even with lurid images of his boyfriend satisfying the tiger's raunchy needs filling his mind. He wanted to be a very good boy and began to lick at the wolf's pucker. His tongue slithered into the rubbery skin and made it dance.

"Ouuuh!" Perrin moaned out at the feel of that tongue digging into him.

"Better make sure it's nice and open..." Druff commented while he made his own cock bounce by flexing his pelvic muscles. It swung as far as to slap his belly. The sexy noise reached Perrin's ears and perked them. The tongue trying to drill up his ass was too much of a distraction for him to try and look at the leather cop tiger, even if the image was something to behold.

The wolf arched his back and pushed his rear further towards the tongue that was trying to enter him. Perrin hoped that the tiger liked the sight of him submitting so completely to Druff's orders. Behind the wolf, the orca made obscene sounds with his tongue slurping onto his boyfriend's ass crack. The whole experience of rimming his boyfriend under Druff's command made Grit feel incredibly submissive, and to hike his own tail fin high up, to show the daddy tiger that he too wanted to be a very good boy.

"Hmmmr...good..didn't even have to get out the whip..." said the Druff.

The highly aroused young males continued to play for a further few moments, until a sharp a click roused ears and attention. Perrin's quick glance showed the tiger, still seated where he was, but now holding a big bottle of lube in one paw and squeezing it to trickle the clear goop onto his palm. Both the wolf's dick and his asshole twitched at the messy sight, especially when the tiger began to rub the lube on his own hard, barbed cock.

"Come on here, Dog!" the tiger called out.

Perrin scurried along and left Grit to crouch there with his tongue lolling out of his maw caught mid-lick when the butt on his face suddenly disappeared. He could see the wolf practically bouncing along towards the tiger, like the good doggie he was for now.

"Climb up to daddy's dick," said the Druff.

The wolf stared up to the tiger, on all fours, and whimpered audibly.

"Turn around and stand up," Druff ordered.

The wolf slowly turned and made sure to keep his tail raised while he thus presented his backside for the tiger cop. Then Perrin stood up and waited...only to feel paws grip on his hips. Both gloved paws were slick with the lube that now messed the fur on his hips, but that was a minor distraction for the wolf whom the tiger pulled over to his lap.

"Time to ride it," the tiger growled lustily.

"WOOF!" Perrin lived up to his role as he wiggled his rump on the tiger's lap.

"Oh I'll show you how to make a doggie awroo..."

"Uuuuuh..."

Perrin realized he could feel the tiger's cock sliding slicky between his ass cheeks. He made sure to hike up his tail out of the way and felt the barbed tip seek the heat of his hole, quite automatically, while Druff's big paws guided the wolf's hips into place.

"Mhhhhh..."

The Druff smirked to himself and his audience of an orca just when he knew that he had found the spot. The big tiger flexed his hips and drove his tip into the wolf's pucker.

"MPHHH!"

The lube and the orca's tongue work were to Druff's advantage, as well of course his own strength, both pushing and pulling at the wanton wolf whom was poised exactly right for this to work.

"Watch carefully, orca-boy, how real men do it..." Druff winked at the orca whom watched all this with a huge boner of his own and a puppy-like expression on his face, watching his boyfriend get impaled on a big tiger cock.

"WROUFFFF!"

The mighty member slid up the wolf and made him groan, clench, wriggle. The stab of pain resulting from the quick entry was replaced by fullness and heat flowing through his rear.

"No escaping!" the tiger snapped into the wolf's ear when he began to fall over, too taken by the sensation of getting it up the chute from a mean cat.

"NGhhhhh!"

The tiger tugged the wolf down the rest of his length so that Perrin sat on his lap properly. Churning tiger balls slapped onto wolf-balls and reminded him of the very visceral nature of the act. He was about to get his ass pounded by a tiger who was going to make sure that he enjoyed every inch of his dick buried deep into the wolf's submissive rump.

A fat drop of pre-cum drooled out of Grit's cock tip, watching still.

"Bouncy bouncy..." the tiger's own tail slapped the couch.

Perrin began to hunch himself up and down on the tiger's barbed length. The curved rod reached deep into him and pressed onto his sensitive prostate with every movement. The leather-harnessed wolf's rolling hips meant that everything the tiger did hit him at just the right place. The resulting contractions of his insides milked down on Druff's shaft, sliding back and forth at a good pace while the wolf-doggie was compelled to ride on his daddy tiger's pole.

"UH-ow!"

Perrin's noises were not exactly feral but the loud gasps and huffs certainly added to the sexually charged atmosphere in the two boyfriends' apartment. The leather cop tiger's strong hips moved to propel himself back and forth in the wolf's tight ass. Perrin's own cock throbbed in its prison inside the leather pouch of the jock that hid him from sight and prevented any direct contact with his knotty member. The stroke of fabric was but a reminder of what it felt like to have such stimulation - most of it came from deep inside him and radiated into the wolf's pelvis, with the tiger pumping his ass thoroughly for his dirty pleasure.

The voyeuristic boyfriend watched, hard, dripping, and still on his spot. He couldn't do anything for himself, with his hands secured behind his back. He could only hump the air and imagine it was him humping his boyfriend...or more likely, under the circumstances, what it would be like to have the big daddy tiger sinking his mean-barbed shaft into the orca's less experienced butthole. He could practically feel it itch at the thought of those feline barbs stroking him from deep within...

"Ymph!"

Perrin bounced enthusiastically on the leather daddy's raunchy pole. He grew more and more breathless as the sex went on, taking it hard from the tiger who definitely knew what he wanted. He sank himself to the hilt with every thrust. It felt a jolt of pleasure through the wolf's spine as much as like the tiger enjoyed himself, too, going at it at a good pace. He liked making the wolf do much of the work. It only served to make both of them all that sweatier and muskier, the bouncing wolf and the tiger in his hot leather gear.

"Good boy," the tiger told the wolf.

Perrin really felt like a good boy, giving the tiger such pleasure. And the look on his boyfriend's face while Perrin took it up the butt...priceless. The orca looked he might spooge himself from watching alone.

"Come here, orca-slut!" called out the Druff.

Grit appeared confused, briefly, but managed to climb up to his knees and shuffle over to where the tiger was breeding his boyfriend's ass. His cock bounced on the way, although he did not shy from the sight of Perrin and Druff's dirty sex. The tiger lifted Perrin from his lap, which made him yelp when the catty barbs slid past his stretched puckerlips. The wolf fell to the couch with a little thud on the leather.

"Come and suck me, orca-boy."

Grit looked at the very red, glistening member that had just been inside his boyfriend's ass. The tiger's deep musk was almost overpowering, even from a distance. He was moving even before his brain realized what his knees were doing and taking the orca towards the tiger and his beckoning cock.

"Suck it."

The command filled Grit with a great lust to get the dick into his maw, and he did as much. The slick shaft slipped in without trouble. He gagged briefly when the barbs tickled his throat. Grit honked through his blowhole but tried to concentrate on sucking the cock of his dreams that was now finally sliding over his tongue. The orca swallowed around the meat in his maw and churred in pleasure. Druff stroked the top of Grit's head with his leathered-up paw and encouraged him to suckle on him.

"That's right...suck that nasty cock."

The naughty leather wolf turned himself on the sofa so that he could watch his boyfriend's cheeks hollow while he tried to give Druff as good head as he ever could. The tiger grinned almost perpetually, bucking his hips steadily to get the most out of it. The orca's lips formed a tight ring around his shaft and stimulated the barbs whenever the tiger pulled out of him for any given length of his cock.

"Yeah..." the tiger told Perrin, "watch your big macho boyfriend take it in his muzz..."

Grit closed his eyes in shame. They popped open when the tiger's cock slid especially deep into his maw and it forced his lips almost flush with the leather of the tiger's pants and the fragrant fur of the daddy tiger's groin.

"HMPHHP!"

"Take it..." the tiger growled hotly.

His hips began to buck rapidly, which was a sure sign that something was about to happen. Grit felt it, Perrin saw it...and then the tiger growled, long and deep, and his cum began to shoot into the orca's gullet.

Spunk pulsed its way down Grit's throat. The tiger pushed his maw down so that he would have no choice but to swallow everything that was given to him. At one point he coughed and gagged and some of the cum splattered onto the tiger's pants. Still he remained in place, taking all that was given to him as a reward for his naughty services. Perrin stared from the sidelines, forgotten for now by the tiger and with a sore butt and a hint of envy in the way he looked his boyfriend swallow the tiger's musky cum.

"Hmmmrr...that's how to treat an officer alright," commented Druff.

He pulled out and wiped the dregs of his cum over the orca's face. Grit blinked with surprise at the sensation of the spit and spunk mixture being spread onto him like some strange facial cream.

"Y-yes sir," said Grit.

Druff chuckled.

"Bad boy alright..."

He found the leash that had been forgotten for a moment and used it to tug Perrin closer. The muzzled wolf-dog scurried forward towards the leather cop tiger, and received a spunky finger in his maw for that.

"Suck up, boy. Maybe I'll let you polish my boots with that tongue of yours too, if you're good."

"Hhmmmrmrr..."the wolf murmured happily with the taste of his boyfriend and the tiger on his tongue.

"Your doggie is a very dirty boy, too, Grit," Druff told the orca who still knelt in front of him, as if waiting for more cock to slide between his lips.

"He is...sir," Grit said.

Druff chuckled.

"I may have to interrogate both of you some more," the tiger said, "I suspect you are still holding back information and I'll have to get it out of you..."

The daddy cop pulled out his baton and slapped the armrest of the couch with it.

His two suspects whimpered at the sight of the dildo stick.

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