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When William Donatti awoke the first thing he noticed was that he was still handcuffed. Groaning and rolling over in bed as best as he could with his arms pinned behind his back, he discovered Jeff was no longer there. That didn't surprise him. He supposed if he searched he'd find Jeff's clothing gone as well.

As he rolled back over to look at his alarm clock, which, he realized, he'd forgotten to set last night, he espied the handcuff keys sitting on the bedside table. Jeff had retrieved them from his coat pocket and done that much for him, although why the boy hadn't just unlocked the cuffs was beyond William. Then he saw the time: 9:45!

"Fuck!" he said aloud. "I'm late!"

Cursing Jeff William wriggled around until his back was to the bedside table and he fumbled for the keys. It took some doing but finally he had them in hand and unlocked the cuffs, breathing a sigh of relief. But 9:45! Holy shit, the lieutenant was going to have his ass for this.

Getting out of bed he went naked into the bathroom, showered, brushed, and then got dressed. He fumbled with his bowtie, cussing under his breath. Unable to get the damn thing tied properly he discarded and went with a clip-on instead. Cheap, maybe, but he was in a hurry! Slipping his shoulder holster on, he retrieved his handgun from the desk drawer.

He'd half expected Jeff to have stolen it, the little delinquent. But thankfully it was still there, as was the full clip. Slapping the clip into the gun, he slid the weapon into his holster, then went into the living room and grabbed his jacket. His wallet and badge were unceremoniously stuffed into his jacket pocket and then he was out the front door in record time.

As he went outside and got into his Dodge sedan he idly wondered what Lt. Pullbrook was going to say. William prayed his superior would be merciful since William had never been late for work before. But Pullbrook was one of those stereotypical hardass types you always saw in cop shows. Even if he didn't punish Detective Donatti for his tardiness, he was sure to give him the chewing out of his life!

The next time William saw Jeff, he was going to demand an explanation from that fucking kid, William though as he backed out of his parking space. His mind flew through the different possibilities. The idea of handcuffing Jeff and having his revenge on the teenager appealed to the squirrel, and it made him smile all the way to work.

~*~

The drive to work was uneventful and after parking, William went inside the Burrow Heights Police Precinct with some trepidation. His plan of action was to simply go to his desk, sit, and hope Pullbrook hadn't noticed his lateness.

But if Pullbrook hadn't, Victor Morissey sure did. "Where the fuck have you been, kid?" Morissey asked.

Detective Sgt. Victor Morissey was a large, powerfully built middle-aged badger and twenty-year veteran of the force. If their lieutenant was the stereotypical hardassed boss, then Morissey was the stereotypical older partner. He was no slob, but his garishly striped neckties were always loosened, he wore a rumpled suit jacket and at the moment a pair of reading glasses were perched on the badger's muzzle as he had been in the middle of doing some paperwork when William had come in.

William sighed as he removed his jacket and slung it over the back of his chair. What could he tell his partner? Morissey knew he was gay, but he doubted the badger would be so understanding if he found out he was late due to having been seduced by a fifteen-year old teenage delinquent.

"Don't ask," William grumbled. "Just don't fucking ask."

Morissey was taken aback by this blunt but unrevealing answer but said nothing, merely returning to the paperwork he was doing. Without looking up, he said, "Nice clip-on."

"Is it that obvious?" William asked, annoyed.

"If a man's gonna wear a tie, especially one of those bow things, he ought to tie 'em right. And you usuall do."

"Yeah, well, I don't tie them very well in a hurry," William said, "so I had to settle for the next best thing."

Morissey just shrugged. William was in the middle of sitting down when suddenly the storm broke and he heard the stern, familiar voice of Lt. Pullbrook calling to him from behind.

"Donatti!"

"Shit," William hissed under his breath.

"In my office, on the double!"

As William rose, he saw Morissey look at him sympathetically and say, "What? Did you honestly think Pullbrook wasn't going to notice you were over three hours late?"

Willaim said nothing and instead marched directly into the Lieutenant's office where Pullbrook, a large, brawny moose, was currently situated behind his desk, hands folded in front of him. He went right up to the desk and stood rigidly at attention, awaiting his reaming.

"Shut the door," Pullbrook ordered. William obeyed. Then the moose said, "And close the blinds."

William blinked at this but then did as his superior instructed. He shut the blinds on the office's windows and then returned to his place in front of the desk. A clock ticked ominously.

"Donatti, would you care to explain to me why you're three hours late?" the moose asked.

The squirrel, in truth, didn't care to. Like Morissey, Pullbrook knew of William's homosexuality but would almost certainly lead the lynch mob if he knew he'd slept with a fifteen-year old. However, William had one thing on his side. He didn't have to lie. He had merely to omit a large part of the truth.

"I overslept," he said, and that was true.

Pullbrook raised an eyebrow. "Up late?" he asked. William nodded without thinking. "With a...friend?" the moose inquired further. William bit his lip, fearful that the notoriously tough moose was going to wrangle the shameful truth out of him yet.

Instead Pullbrook merely sighed and shifted in his chair, shaking his head. "I've been there," he said after a moment. "You meet a hot number and take 'er home and before ya know it you're gettin' sex so great it's like reaching heaven. 'Course, in your case, I'm sure it was some guy rather than a gal."

William glowered, but Pullbrook held up his hands in a placating gesture. "No offense meant, Detective. Just pointin' out a pertinent fact. And don't you worry. I'd be chewing out a straight cop if he were late over a girl. I'm equal opportunity when it comes to yellin' at my detectives."

He chuckled heartily and William found himself smiling, too, and felt relieved. Then the Lieutenant lifted a large finger at the squirrel, and glared at him. "But gay or straight, I can't have my cops bein' late over somethin' as stupid as a lay. So you tell this boyfriend of yours to wake you up earlier, Donatti. Got that?"

"Yes, Lieutenant," William replied.

"Good," said Pullbrook, lowering his finger. "Now come over here and get down on your knees."

The squirrel stood there for a moment staring blankly. "Come again?" he said.

"I said, come 'round my desk and get down on your knees, Detective Donatti."

Gulping, William walk around Pullbrook's cheap, cluttered wooden desk where he beheld the large moose with his pants undone, an engorged moosecock jutting forth from the parted fly of Pullbrook's slacks. One of his large hands gently caressed it and some pre burbled from the tip. William's pants instantly tented but he in truth had no real desire to see this. What in the blue fuck did Pullbrook expect him to do?

He got his answer as he walked over and knelt. Pullbrook said, "If you want to be properly forgiven for being late, you're gonna have to suck me off."

William was incredulous. It was like something out of a poorly-written pornographic story. The idea of sucking his lieutenant's cock in order to avoid further punishment was positively humiliating!

"You're not gay!" he cried as he felt Pullbrook's hand on the back of his blonde-haired head, guiding his head forwards.

"But you are, which ought to make this easier," the moose said. "Besides, it isn't gay for me unless you fuck me or something. And that's about as likely as Morissey out there going on a diet. Now, you little fagboy, suck it."

William was about to say something about how not all gays were slutty little cock-lovers, but the big moose had a look in his eyes that told William he'd better obey. Squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing his pride, William opened wide and felt the thick moose meat sliding into his maw, earning a deep, appreciative groan from Lt. Pullbrook.

Soft slurping sounds filled the cramped, dimly-lit office as the squirrel bobbed his head. The Lieutenant was right about one thing, at least. William Donatti was, in fact, quite adept at orally pleasuring other males. So much so that he was making Lt. Pullbrook emit rather feminine, high-pitched little squeals of pleasure he'd never thought the moose capable of.

"Goddamn, Donatti," Pullbrook panted, reclining in his chair, "I knew you were gay, but damn! You're quite the talented little cocksucker, aren't you?" He moaned and some precum squirted into William's mouth. "Knew it'd take a fag to suck my cock properly."

William looked up at him with his eyes but continued sucking.

The moose looked down at him and elaborated, "Oh, I've done this before with several other detectives the first time they're late. It sort of serves as a decent motivational tool to prevent tardiness in the future." He chuckled and William idly wondered how many sexual harassment lawsuits had been filed against the Lieutenant.

Finally, he came. A deep gutteral groan rolled forth from the moose's throat and gush after gush of thick cum flew into William's mouth. The squirrel swallowed as best he could, fearful of any dribbling out of his mouth and getting onto his shirt and tie and betraying what he had done. None did although, rather ridiculously, some did squirt out of his nose to splatter across Pullbrook's shirt.

As the flow abated, Pullbrook allowed William to pull away and the panting squirrel stood awkwardly, wiping his mouth.

Without even bothering to tuck his still-dripping cock back into his pants, Lt. Pullbrook fixed William with a hard stare and said, "I trust, then, that you will be on time from now on, Detective Donatti. Dismissed."

When William, feeling sullied and filthy, exited Pullbrook's office and walked back out into the squadroom he breathed a deep sigh of relief, sliding into his chair. He felt like a man who'd just gotten a stay of execution. Nonetheless, he felt disgusted with himself, too. Victor Morissey glanced up at him.

"How'd it go loverboy?" he asked.

"You know?" William asked worriedly. Morissey nodded and the squirrel sighed. "Aside from that? About as well as it could've. And knock it off."

He threw a wadded-up piece of paper at the badger and then turned his mind to the case files in front of him. He lost himself in his paperwork.

The rest of work proceeded uneventfully. A couple of suspects in a convenience store robbery were brought in for William and Morissey to interrogate, but that had been over fairly quickly. Both hoods gave everything up instantly, not wanting to get into too much trouble. Just a couple of stupid punk kids.

There were a few domestic disturbance calls. About the usual. But it was nothing the regular beat cops couldn't handle. Besides, the somewhat lethargic Morissey didn't feel like driving out to who-knew-where and William's mind was already preoccupied. Thinking of Jeff. His anger at the boy had abated by now and he remembered how attractive the young rabbit looked in his form-fitting red bikini briefs.

Insanely, William entertained the notion of trying to get his hands on Jeff's case file. He knew for a fact the boy had been in trouble with the law before. But then he remembered that as a fifteen-year old Jeff was a minor, and juvie records were sealed. So much for that idea. Besides, William Donatti wasn't about to lose his job just because he was angry that some arrogant oversexed teenager had left him hanging and caused him to get yelled at, and violated by, his lieutenant.

~*~

After work, William had to drive Morissey home. Morissey's car was in the shop and due to his partner's tardiness he'd been late himself due to taking a taxi, a fact he hadn't divulged to William until he'd asked to bum a ride. But in his usual way, the laid back badger didn't hold it against the squirrel at all.

After dropping Morissey off at his house, which was well out of William's way, William drove home and it was dark by the time he slid the Dodge into his parking space outside the apartment building. More lateness, he sighed. Today was not a good day. But at least he was home, he thought as he went inside and rode the elevator up to his floor. As he stepped off, he didn't see Jeff loitering in the hallway like he had last night. He dismissed a brief notion to go and knock on their apartment door, before continuing on to his own door.

As he whipped his key out and slid it into the lock he discovered the door was already unlocked. Had he forgotten to lock it after himself when he left this morning? He was in a hurry, after all. But William Donatti was nothing if not thorough and so, pocketing his key, he pulled his automatic from his shoulder holster and nudged the door open with his foot, then gave it a swift kick. It flew inward and William entered, pointing his gun inside.

Jeff, fully dressed and sitting on the couch watching TV, was momentarily startled and spun around in his seat, blinking at the squirrel's dramatic entrance. "Jesus Christ, dude," he said, "you almost gave me a heart attack. Calm down, it's only me."

Kicking the door shut with his foot, William holstered the gun and marched over. He seized the raven-haired rabbit youth by his shirt collar and hoisted the rabbit teen off of the sofa without much difficulty, mostly due to the fact Jeff seemed surprised at the detective's actions and didn't fight back.

"Fuck, man, let go!" Jeff growled.

William instead flung Jeff into the nearby recliner. He landed sitting in it with an "Oof!" and glared at the older blonde squirrel. "Explain yourself!" William said, standing before Jeff with his hands on his hips, glaring down at the gray-gurred teen.

"Explain what?" Jeff said although he looked down, avoiding William's gaze.

"Why you didn't wake me up this morning when you left!" William yelled. He pulled off his jacket and flung it angrily to the floor.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know what time you were supposed to go to work?" Jeff said, reacting defensively, as if he he were the one who'd been wronged.

William sighed. "You still should've woken me when you left," he said, beginning to calm down a bit. Then something occurred to him. "How did you get in here anyway?"

"With this," Jeff said, producing a small key in his hand, a duplicate of the one currently in the squirrel's jacket pocket. "I found it under the welcome mate."

In a flash William snatched the key from the surprised Jeff's hand. Without thinking he threw it aside and it clinked noisily along a sideboard. Jeff followed its arc with his eyes and then looked back at William. He started to rise, but then the squirrel shoved him back down.

"Oh no, you don't," William growled, feeling his anger at the boy welling up again. He seized Jeff by his wrist and hauled him to his feet. "You aren't going anywhere until I say you can go, you fucking delinquent brat."

"Let go!" Jeff struggled. But not very hard, William noted absently. "You're hurting my arm, you asshole!"

"Good!" William said as he dragged Jeff into the bedroom and flung the teen onto the bed.

As Jeff was recovering, William pounced on him. He pulled both of the rabbit's arms behind his back, planting his knee firmly to hold them there as he whipped out his handcuffs. The very same handcuffs Jeff had held him captive with last night. The teenager squirmed but was well and truly pinned and soon the squirrel had both metal bracelets around his wrists. Now, Jeff was at William's mercy.

There were, of course, the feet, and Jeff kicked out with them, but as William was still atop Jeff, straddling his lower back, the rabbit's powerful legs could do nothing to help him. William grinned, feeling himself getting hard in his pants. That he was becoming aroused at the prospect of violating a fifteen-year old boy did not bother him. After all, Jeff ceased to be innocent the moment he entered a cop's apartment the night prior with every intention of seducing him.

Still sitting atop the wriggling Jeff, William removed his gun and sat it aside on the bedside table without taking the clip out. He left his shoulder holster and clip-on bowtie on and untucked his dress shirt, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. Throbbing squirrelcock was fished from boxer briefs and projected from the detective's open fly.

He slid off of Jeff, reaching around the rabbit's middle to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. Down and off went Jeff's baggy ghetto thug pants revealing to his captor those lovely red bikini briefs the squirrel had admired earlier. These, too, were roughly pulled down and off of the boy as he suddenly began pleading.

"Hey, man, take it easy, I didn't mean nothin'!" he stammered. "I--I left the handcuff keys where you could get 'em, didn't I?"

"That you did," said William, "but you also made me late and got me yelled at by my lieutenant for the first time in my whole career as a detective! And you don't even wanna know what he made me do to make up for it! And you ran out on me, too, you little shit, and then thought you could just waltz back into my apartment like you were my boyfriend. Well, prettyboy, I'm gonna make you wish you'd never come in here in the first place!"

Using his knees he spread Jeff's sexy, athletic legs, exposing the tantalizing tailhole, the rabbit tail twitching as Jeff looked back at the squirrel over his shoulder. Although his long, unkempt black hair fell over his face, William could made out the boy's fear-widened eyes. Gripping his cock he positioned it at Jeff's opening, the drooling head rubbing against that sexy pucker, making the rabbit groan. And then William grabbed those lovely hips and pushed in.

"No!" Jeff cried out. Then in one long, undulating wail, he cried, "Nooooooo!"

William ignored him and sank his dick into the teenager's ass as deep it would go, his blonde pubes flush with the gray fur of Jeff's asscheeks. Gritting his teeth he started thrusting his hips powerfully, brutally fucking the teenager as hard as he could, his full intent to make Jeff experience as much pain as possible. So aroused was he that it was long before he exploded deep within the boy, panting deeply as he sweated through his shirt.

Jeff, too, came. His cock splurted his cum into the bedsheets as he writhed and moaned beneath the squirrel. "Fuck, man!" he gasped out, albeit in an odd tone.

After a moment, William pulled out and got off of Jeff, stumbling backward a bit, shirt damp with sweat and clip-on bowtie comically askew. He felt mildly regretful at his actions, but rationalized that an arrogant know-it-all delinquent like Jeff would only learn his lesson this way. Intent on proving he wasn't a monster, though, after composing himself, he grabbed the handcuff key and proceeded to unlock the cuffs, freeing Jeff's arms from behind his back.

He was just beginning to open his mouth to tell Jeff to get out and that he hoped he'd learned his lesson, when Jeff overtook him. It happened with a lightning quickness that caught the detective completely off guard.

First one of Jeff's large rabbit feet kicked him in the stomach. Then as the squirrel doubled over in pain, the breath forced from his lungs, Jeff flipped over and lifted both legs. Before William knew what was happening, those sexy athletic legs were around his midsection.

Jeff flipped over again and William landed on his back on the mattress with Jeff atop him, the teenager's bare butt sitting on his chest, knees pinning his arms.

William started to protest when he saw that Jeff had grabbed his auto off of the bedside table and he cursed himself for not having removed the magazine. Cold sweat perspired on the squirrel's face as the gunbarrel was planted firmly against his forehead. Jeff smirked down at him.

William started to plead, as Jeff had, but he could only wheeze out a few incoherant mumblings. Then, suddenly, Jeff removed the gun from the squirrel's forehead and ejected the clip, which landed beside William's head, and with a little giggle he threw the now-empty weapon across the room.

"You did great!" he said, and, bending down, kissed the squirrel full on the lips.

As their mouths parted, a thoroughly flabbergasted William demanded to know, "What the fuck are you talking about?!"

Jeff nuzzled William's cheek and fixed his crooked bowtie. "I played you, dude," he said. "I wanted to see what kind of a man who were when somebody totally fucked you over. And as it turns out...you're just my kinda man."

William's eyes bulged and he moved his jaw but no sound came out. Jeff had used him! Tricked him! All just so he'd become angry enough to take charge and engage in rough sex with the boy! Now he understood why Jeff hadn't fought back much despite clearly being capable of defending himself. And he began to laugh.

Jeff laughed, too, and soon they were in one another's arms, kissing deeply, lovingly. William pulled off Jeff's shirt leaving the bow nude now. William's bowtie, shoulder holster, shirt, pants and underwear followed suit a moment later and the two lovers fell sideways into the bed, locking lips and wrestling for dominance.

Jeff won. He overpowered William without much difficulty, with a strength the squirrel didn't think the rabbit had. It was clear now to William who was going to be the dominant one in this relationship most of the time. And now that his anger had abated, he was just fine with that.

"It's only fair I return the favor," Jeff said, grunting. "You fucked me twice, and now it's my turn to give you a good, hot dicking, dude."

The black-haired rabbit pinned the squirrel on his back and held him down by the shoulders and soon the teenager's raging erection was pushing deep into the older male, the blonde squirrel arching his back and moaning deeply as his lover took him missionary style, wrapping his legs tightly around Jeff's waist as Jeff bucked his hips powerfully, hammering his cock in and out of William.

William reached up, taking Jeff by his biceps and tugging the boy down into a kiss, sliding his tongue over the boy's lip ring. The thick teenage cock slid in and out of the tight squirrel ass as William clenched down with all his might, craving his young lover's seed deep within him.

That didn't take long. While certainly a skilled lover, Jeff was, after all, still young and not entirely in control of his bodily functions. He came sooner than William had earlier and made the squirrel gasp at the feeling of hot cum flooding his innards. Then he lay down on top of William and kissed him over and over.

"I don't know if I love ya just yet," Jeff said after a moment, "but I sure as hell fuckin' like ya."

"Right back atcha," William said.

Exhausted, the pair slowly drifted off to sleep together for the second night in a row, Jeff's cock still buried in William's ass although it would soften and slide out as the night progressed. And as he slowly slipped into dreamland, William was grateful at least that this time he wasn't handcuffed, and very much looked forward to waking up with the boy.

This time, though, William set the alarm.

The End