The Initiation

My heart pounds faster than my feet on asphalt as I continue running. What an awful night. What a stupid decision. Here I am running from something I don't even know is there, and towards a grimy alleyway so I can get a moment of respite. Safe and away from all the streetlights putting me on center stage for all the night owls to view from their warm and cozy apartments. At least, until I can catch my breath and start running again.

I duck into the alleyway and push myself against the brick wall to catch my breath. My head cranes down and my tongue lolls out as I begin to pant. I'm getting tired and tempted to walk to a door and ask for help. But then I see it again. The inked fur on the back of my right hand shows a snarling feral wolf. The Rough Maw's gang sign, a symbol marking me as one of them now. I felt so cool when they tattooed it on. Felt like I could punch a cop with that hand and get away with it. But right now, all my hands were doing was hugging my tail against my bare crotch.

Did I mention I was naked? In short, my bare assed scrawny, but I prefer twink, German Shepard body is running down night city streets cause of some shit involving those rough maw assholes earlier tonight. And if anyone caught me, I'd get less sympathy than the average streaker because I've got a gang sign branded on my hand.

Not gonna lie, this would be fun if I wasn't 10 miles away from my house... or if my ass was a little less sore. Don't dwell on that now. Just focus on what's after this alley. About a few meters of sidewalk, then a pretty long crosswalk lined with streetlights, only a few windows in the surrounding buildings have lights on. If they spot me, They'll just get a kick out of seeing this Slim twink of a shep running by at mach speeds without a shred of modesty.

Alright. Breathe then go... inhale, exhale, inhale exhale 1... my toes curl and scratch the pavement. 2... as much as I don't want to, I move my paws away from my crotch and let my tail rest behind me. Running with it covering my groin would just slow me down. 3... I'm ready to get out and run for my reputation, right before red and blue lights start flashing on the walls beside me.

Fuck... a police car. Damn thing was staring me down like its prey. Of all the alleys I could've hid in it had to be the same one some pig decided to scarf a doughnut down in. Stop staring like a deer in the headlights and just run, just run! I think I kicked up some dust behind me as I flung myself from the alley. Hopefully, I got away before the figure in the car could get a good look at me.

Adrenaline surging, balls bouncing, erections rising... it happens during adrenaline rushes, I shot down the streets like a naked bullet. Not caring if I'm running in the right direction. I could feel my heart pounding even faster, my legs turning to jello as the impact on asphalt sent shockwaves up them. I have to get away, I'm not spending a night naked in the slammer, I need to--

"If you stop now, I'll give you some shorts." And once again I froze. The cruiser was driving at a leisurely pace next to me. Damn thing even stopped smoother than me, it didn't almost trip on solid pavement. The cruiser rolled down it's window and soon I was face to face with a smirking Hyena "Or you could keep running. But wait till tomorrow when pictures of your ass appear on the morning news will appear with the caption 'streaker wanted.'" I clenched my teeth and let out a little snarl. Any other day I would've run. But it's getting cold out here and I'm not sure I can outrun this guy. Having squad cars chase me is the last thing I want right now. So I just swallowed my pride, put my hands back over my genitals and just stood still.

"Good boy." The cop said as he opened his car door and stepped out. This pig doesn't look like he scarfs down doughnuts. Maybe he was downing protein shakes in that car or something. I'm no slouch in height, standing at a good 5'10 and he was about 5 inches taller. I couldn't see much under that uniform, but his short cut sleeves gave way to muscled bi-seps that could probably throttle me if I decided to kick him in the nuts and run. His belt hung snugly around his waist, and unlike some of the heavier cops it looks like it was actually necessary to keep his pants up. His top uniform shirt button was undone and gave me a good view of some well-defined abs under all that fur. God I wonder what's under the rest of-- ok I can feel that erection coming back let's stop fantasizing.

"Why don't you back up and stand against that wall." I did what I was told, looking at him with death in my eyes-- no I wasn't giving him fuck me eyes when I was trying to mentally undress him. I'm sure he could easily grab my neck in one hand so I'm not gonna try anything else, but now he's approaching me and I'm very tempted to try kneeing this spotted dog and just--.

"What's your name?" he said that calmly. There was about three inches of space between us when he stopped and seeing how this man up close started to put into perspective how fucked I am. Any light from the moon or street was obscured by him blanketing me in his shadow. My knees buckled and my ears fell flat on my head, so much for kneeing him.

"Ken." I said quietly but with force. I'm still gonna pretend like I've got some fight in me.

"Ah well I'm officer Don. And, Ken, how old are ya." That friendly tone was just a little more off putting given the circumstances. God if there wasn't anyone watching before there has to be now. I hope this pig is blocking some views.

"N-nineteen." A stutter! I just fucking stuttered! Now he knows I'm a cornered bitch.

"Well I'm officer Don, and I want ya to be honest with me. Did the rough maws put you up to this?" The pervert was looking at my crotch when he said that. Wait no! Fuck he was looking at my hand covering my crotch, and the tattoo. Fuck, now I can't lie that I was robbed or something. There are a lot of people that hate the rough maws in this city, but cops are probably have the most.

I nod my head, slowly of course. Cause even my body wants to tell this guy 'oh yeah I'm helpless right now.'

Don nodded back a little and his shit eating smirk grew a little more. He put a hand on the wall, slightly to the left of my head, leaning in to say, "So, those rough maws havin you run around naked?" I stayed silent, not even my body responded to this. I can feel his breath on my face, he's leaning in if only I could back up further. Damn pig, I don't have an answer for you right now!

"Well ya don't have to tell me now." He chuckled to himself. "Also, Ken, I lied about the shorts. You're still welcome to step inside my cruiser for some comfort." He gestured, pointing his thumb back at the car. The thing still looked like a monster to me, ready to gobble then spit me up behind bars. What if I say no, would he cuff me and take me by force? Fuck, I don't wanna find out, and my legs are starting to kill me with all the running.

"o-okay "Again with the stuttering. I might as well bend over and let him fuck me right now. Seems like he agrees because before I took my first step Don hand on my chest, keeping me against the wall.

"Hold on. I need to make sure you're not a threat before I let you in the car. Standard procedure, won't take long hands above your head." He's gonna search me? Where the hell could I be hiding anything, I'm naked. Something I was becoming more and more aware of as the night breeze came back to tickle my balls when I took my hands off of them and put them above my head. What would this look like to anyone else? Maybe they'd think we were filming porn or something.

"Tail too Ken." that was the only cover I had left, admittedly not effective without my hands but it was something. And now it's hanging between my legs. Yeah, yeah, I look like a bitch yada yada.

"Not even trying to conceal this weapon huh?". This guy must be fun at open mic night. Yep, what he was talking about was my cock. Brazenly displaying half of itself to my tormenter. It's almost like being pinned to a wall by a massive hyena is a turn on for me... it is, but it shouldn't be now.

Without warning he puts his hands on my shoulder. I winced then shut my eyes. "Just a quick full body pat down." Shut up, I know what this really is pervert.

He starts gliding his hands down my arms then back up my sides. I've seen pat downs on tv and in porn before, this was starting more like the latter before. I whined again when his hands went up my sides and opposite my fur to reach my chest. He was dragging this out. I swear, if some creepy voyeur up there was recording this, I could present it as evidence in court. Everything from my shoulder to my knees were explored. Especially the region between my thighs, there were a few tugs there.

"Alright you don't have any switchblades in your fur." The Hyena pig says as he pats my shoulder. "At least not up front anyway. Turn around for me." He twirled his finger around, and I started to wonder if he was even a real cop. Honestly, I'd probably be more scared if he wasn't. "Put your palms against the wall and bend over, spread your legs too." Those apartments across the street are about to get a great view.

The other side is getting the same treatment except his hands have been on my ass for a while. "Ahh." he's prying my ass open. Fuck I hope this doesn't mean. "Again, just procedure kid, it'll be over before you know it." I could hear the grin in his voice. "Feel free to make more of those sounds if it makes this easier for you." Yep, he's a pervert.

"AAAHHG," Oh that's one finger, one fucking finger in; it's not horrible but this really doesn't need to happen now. This guy's fingers were larger than some of my past partners. Although, compared to the shit the rough maws did to me before they set me loose on the streets, this was a lot more bearable. "Hm looks like something's definitely been in here." Guess he noticed too. Fuck here comes the second, oh! And the third. My claws are digging into the bricks now, fuck it hurts. It's still getting to me though, my knots inflaming, he's pushing against that spot and...

"Alright I think that's enough." Fuck this guy, can't even search me till I'm satisfied. Now I'm dripping pre on the sidewalk... did he notice? Was that why he stopped? What an asshole!

Well now it's over. I'll just file a complaint when we get to the station and-- *clink*. That was a familiar sound, handcuffs. Oh, he cuffed me during the afterglow, dick move. Another hand turns me around and brings my still blushing face to his malevolent grin. The spotted canine pig was looking me over no doubt, admiring how flustered he made me. I was standing naked, handcuffed, and completely erect in front of this guy and maybe a few onlookers by now. I swear I can see silhouettes in the apartments across the street.

His dumb smirk is really starting to piss me off, but with my hands cuffed it'd be a lot harder to do something about that when I finally did get in the car. "Come on Ken, after you." He said opening the front seat door and gesturing inside with the wave of an arm, he was acting more like a valet than a cop.

"You're letting me in the front? What happened to the standard procedure?" I said, hat 'search really took the nervous feelings I had around this guy away. I can talk to him without stuttering now.

"Kid, you're harmless. Not gonna need an inch of reinforced glass between us." Gritting my teeth and still giving this hyena a death stare, I walk into the car. Moments later he was in too. It feels nice to be naked behind closed doors instead of out there. "Well I'm safe anyway. You on the other hand, better behave yourself."

It's better than running around outside nude but driving around in a car nude is still unsettling. Maybe try it if you're a medium stakes thrill seeker. Right now, I can't really get an adrenaline high because of this asshole next to me.

"I don't think I wanna take you in yet. Let me finish my patrol and then we'll head to the station." I'm not excited to sit in a holding cell or anything, but they've probably got pants there. Also, I'm in a cop car; The type of car everyone slows down by 10mph when in sight and don't take their eyes off until they're sure it's gone.

"It's pretty hot tonight." The Hyena pipes up. I beg to differ, but that cop uniform does look stuffy as hell, almost wish I had one. "I'm gonna roll down the windows to let some cool air in." There goes one layer of protection. I'll just move my hands from my back up over my crotch aga-- "What do you think you're doing." The Hyena said, keeping his eyes on the road but he still noticed me move.

"Covering my dick." I responded, it's getting easier to talk now that I've been around him for a while. Might even try throwing a punch if he really pisses me off.

"No, you're gonna keep your hands behind your back, where I know they can't be rearing up to sock me while my eyes are on the road." Yeah, like your eyes while I'm cuffed and naked right next to you.

"Well then close the fucking window then!"

"Ken don't raise your voice at me. I could make you step out of this car and force you to walk to the station while I drive at your walking pace." I'd call his bluff, but he's crazy enough to finger me in public.

"Fine but can you--

"I mean it when I say I'm burning Ken. If you want it closed so badly do it yourself."

"Wha-- but my hands I can't--"

"Do it yourself or deal with it." Sighing with contempt for the Hyena I started wiggling around so I could get my paws up on the door's window button. The Hyena was polite enough to buckle me in but right now that's not helping this situation.

"Having trouble there." Asshole started giggling at my honestly pathetic attempt to close the window. "Oh, just leave it. I'll just lower it again later anyway."

I sit back down and politely call him an "Asshole."

"Haven't heard that before." We're driving down mostly empty city streets now, but I can notice the lights getting denser and denser and more pedestrians on road sides. We're going too fast for them to notice but it's still nerve wracking. Then we turn on main street.

"What, hey put the fucking windows up. These roads are always crowded." I stare at the road in front of me, stretching out infinitely as a gauntlet of traffic lights and mark many maaany moments where other drivers will get a good look at me.

"Walking is still an option. Really wanna push it?" Sulking back into my chair I resign to just accept this.

We got stares from every direction, pedestrians and drivers alike. It felt like every red light had a new pair of eyes staring me down. A few had phones too, and despite a police officer being present no one was ticked or pulled over for distracted driving. Guess cops care about that law as much as most people with a phone and license.

Oh, that was just the drivers though. Sometimes the Hyena would pull over to the right most side and give pedestrians a good view of me.

"Enjoying yourself Ken." A crowd of obviously drunk dive bar patrons were wolf whistling in at us as he said that.

"Not as much as you, yeen!" I try leaning forward as a sign of aggression. But the belt caught me and winded me a bit.

"That slang or something. And are ya sure, look down for me.." I didn't need the cop telling me I was erect. It's just 'the thrill'. I get excitement boners ok. I popped a boner once after almost being fried when I tried climbing over an electric fence. Didn't enjoy that at all but the friend who tricked me into grabbing it milked that for all it was worth.

"Eyes on the road cop." I say slinking back in my seat.

"Hey I get it. You love getting the blood pumping. That's why you did something as dumb as try to join a gang. I get it. Became a cope for similar reasons"

"So, slapping cuffs on guys does get you hard."

"Haha!" It's always hard to tell if a hyena's laugh is genuine. "Well, honestly these patrol nights are pretty dull. I don't arrest much aside from the passing drunk brawler. That's not very fun, well, not as fun as you at least"

"Fuck off." I responded

"I'm enjoying your company too." He's probably enjoying the attention I'm attracting more than me. I'll admit I'm not the most stunning personality. I on the other hand am getting pretty sick of all the wolf whistling.

The rest of our drive-up main street went in silence. I was getting laughed at, disgusted looks, and aroused smiles from every direction, and by the time we were out of view my cock was completely out with only a knot needed to make me look more aroused.

"Hey, you're being a good sport, haven't tried punching me and only called me an asshole twice." I've been told that means I like someone but can't say the same here.

"Oh, do I get a reward. Maybe let me go on account of good behavior."

"Keep dreaming bud, I'll still reward you though. How about I treat you to any place you want before we lock you up, if they're still open you can get anything you want. I'll even let you pull your hands above your head when we get our food." When was the last time I ate...? Not since I met the rough maws this afternoon. Whatever I was hungry and he's treating me so fuck it. I chose some fast food place that I knew had a drive thru

"Aw not a full sit down." I wonder if he'll take me to one if I asked. Nah I shouldn't push it.

Mumbling I respond, "Fast food is fine."

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Waiting for the guy in front of us to finish ordering and receive his 2 am fast food gave me enough time to think about how I'd act next. Soon I'd be brazenly displayed in front of some greasy teens working the night shift maybe they'd be too out of it to say anything.

"Hi, what can I get you?" The baggy eyed cat at the window asked in monotone. "Hmmmm, I'll take a number 9, animal style, don't hold off on the mustard please. Oh, don't forget about my friend here." Don nudged me and if the cat didn't notice me before his sudden wide-eyed stare tells me that he does now.

"I-I-I'll take a-a-a number 5." A lot of good that mental rehearsal did me.

"You sure about that kid. Those things are awfully messy, and in your current state." Don puts his hand on my shoulder while he says that, rubbing it like he was showing me off on an afternoon game show.

"6 then I'll take a--"

"Oh, sorry but we're out of that right now." The feline interrupts smugly.

"5 I'll take I 5!"

Sitting here in complete silence with my cop friend making sure I wasn't covering myself, the domineering fuck that he is. All the while the cat was getting our food ready. I'd occasionally glance over and see him talking to one or two of the other workers and point at me. Giggles plastering their faces as their eyes lock onto me. Once or twice I saw a phone come out.

The food takes a lot longer for us than the last guy. Not long enough to make the guy behind us leave. I guess if you've already pulled up for late night fast food you might as well commit to it.

"Ok that'll be 20.14$ sir."

"Alright here you go and, oh fuck. Butter fingers." Don says dropping his card on the road. Again slightly annoying but also not my problem. "Heh, it seems that I'm way too close to the wall to open my door and get it. Hey Ken." And suddenly it is my problem.

"I would but..." I wiggled my hands tied behind my back.

"Oh, you can move those now. I don't think I need to worry about you running away anymore or anything. I mean good luck if you're gonna try." Don said, making it obvious that I'm indeed a detainee. I could see the cat giggling to himself again. His friends in the back, priming their phones too. Fuck it, the sooner I get out of this.

Swinging my cuffed hands over my head I open the car door and step back out into the cold night. I forgot how cold it was out here, I can feel my fur stand on end, and the six sets of eyes on me aren't helping these nerves. My hearts racing as fast as it was before Don 'arrested' me.

Walking to the other side of the car, hands over my sheath and tail between my ass. Still enough on display to get a honk from the guy behind us. I'm not checking to see why they did that, don't care if they found me attractive or were disgusted by the display. I just want this to end.

Don wasn't lying about the no room to open the door part. With how much twig I am I'm still barely fitting between the car and the wall. That coupled with my hands being tied meant that I had to squat, bare assed, to pick up the card. Like a goddamn stripper reaching for stray bills on stage, with a lot less grace. I dropped it a few times, giving everyone viewing quite the show as I squirmed from position to position to try and get the damn thing.

After finally getting a firm grip on the thing I look up to see Don, grinning like his mouth had been split open and that shitty cat aiming his phone at me. Damn cat is recording this. I'd deck that stupid greasy feline under any other circumstance... is that really my response to everything I don't like?

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Eating with handcuffs on is messy but at least I didn't have any clothes to stain. Nope, just my bare fur taking the brunt of condiments dripping on me. "Let me get that for ya." Don said wiping some of it off with a napkin. I flinched a little at his touch, but it wasn't as invasive as the pat down.

"Thanks." I reluctantly mutter.

"You know it's kind of awkward just sitting and eating. Talk to me Ken." If this guy acts like this with all his detainees I'm surprised he hasn't found a shiv to his throat.

"Where do I file a police brutality report?" Earlier tonight I wouldn't have been in the mood to talk but I'm getting a little used to this guy.

"Well after we fill out your offenses you could bring it up with the chief. I wouldn't try it though, not everyone there's as friendly as me." He takes another bite of his burger before asking "Why don't you tell me how you ended up like this?" He says between mouth stuffed with food.

"Initiation" I mumble.

He moved his hand in front of his mouth attempting to hide a chuckle as he swallowed the next hunk of meat. "God they're still doing that?!" He says after swallowing. "You know I think Bako has a thing for sending newbies out butt ass naked." That sent a chill down my spine. How does he know the leader of the rough maw's name? I guess he's a cop but...

"You know about the initiation?" I'm genuinely curious.

"You ain't the first report we got of their flock streaking across the city." He nudged me before saying, "Plus I got some personal experience." Don gave me a wink.

"No shit." probably had a few run ins for with the guy on drug busts or something.

Don laid a hand on my sheath again that elicited a bit of a moan out of me. "I think it's story time Ken, then we'll take you to the station." I'm letting this asshole touch me... willingly this time at least, and he's not perendinating like this is some 'police procedure' this could be fucking molestation. Whatever, I'm gonna be behind bars soon, when's the next time I'm gonna get treatment like this.

Don gave me a few more strokes then started.

A lot like yourself, I was a young dumb kid with nothing to prove and everything to lose. Naturally, I was a delinquent. You know, go out spray paint some walls then get the hell out before the landlords start yelling at us. I heard about Bako's gang through word of mouth and went straight to their hideout at the time.

Those fuckers are hospitable when you show up for the first time. They offer you everything from taking your coat, to snacks, to a taste of the more elicit stuff. On top of that the complimentary tattoo they give ya. All prep so you can meet that wolf in person.

Now, you've already experienced this, and I don't know how much has changed in the last nine years, but Bako was still a ripped son of a bitch back then. Short ripped jeans and only a leather jacket covering his upper body. I'd say he looked like a model for some erotic gay biker magazine, but he'd knock me on my ass if I did.

Anyway, I sat down with the guy, he was pretty friendly for his size and position. Which is why I took his offer for drinks mixed with his 'special' substance. Fuck I was out of my mind and in a plane melding with the 5th dimension before I knew it. "So, kid you wanna join the maws." Bako asked me through my drug addled haze. "You already got the tattoo, why don't we get the initiation done already." Again, all this is probably familiar to you.

I made a halfhearted attempt to nod, my head felt like a bowling ball. But he took it as I intended and whistled to some of his boys to come closer. By this point I forgot there were other people in the room. Someone as high up as Bako in any organization needs some protection. Even against a twig like young me... or you Ken.

My mouth was half open by now, partially to moan cause his hand was still coaxing my cock out, but also because this story was scarily accurate to my night before I was dumped naked on the sidewalk. If his story was exactly like mine, he wouldn't need to jerk me off to have me erect by the end of it. The gesture is appreciated though.

Anyway, the next thing I felt were two rough hands pulling me up and out of my chair. This woke me up a little but not enough to recognize what the two vaguely colored blobs of fur on both sides of me were. I wanna say Cheetah and Gator. That's not important right now though.

I could hear Bako clearly as he made his demand. "Strip him," Again something that woke me up a little, but not enough for me to have any chance at fighting back. So, I let them disrobe me. This is where all that cordialness the gang was showing me earlier just up and ended. They had no reservations for ripping my shirt right off me. My pants were spared similar treatment because jeans are hard to rip, underwear isn't though.

So, I hung there showing much more than I'd like to that hot ass wolf now leering a good foot over my frail 19-year-old body. "I like the spots." Bako said while rubbing the side of my neck, like a new antique he'd just bought at an auction. "What do you think a twink like you is gonna do here hm?" And like a fucking movie villain the guy held my chin up to his face. "Let's give him a taste, boys. Get him on his knees."

"Ahhh" Forget I was here? Well, he's still tugging at my cock while telling this story, and it's getting a little hard to stay quiet. I'm sitting here completely erect, slightly dripping pre, and lying on one of my hottest partners so far. I admit it, Don's a fucking hunk and I'd take him under my tail regardless of earlier events but hearing how this guy got treated the same way I did just adds a new layer to my hots for him.

I'd prefer it if you didn't interrupt like that. Or I'm gonna have to stick another finger up this hole to shut you up. Although, you'd love another cavity search huh boy? Now where was I.

Well The two holding me down forced me on my knees and pushed my head forward until my face was rubbing against Bako's crotch. It was a little hard to inhale then but if I thought that was the worst of it then oh boy, I was in for a long night.

Bako unzipped his pants and about 11 inches of canine flopped on my face. This guy was massive. Larger than anything I've taken before... not thicker though I might have that with mine. Why don't I show you?

This was when Don unzipped his uniform not having all the way down to the crotch. Do police wear anything under their uniforms? Well what I was seeing right now told me the answer was no. Anyway, he was right. He's thicker than the wolf we were both intimately familiar with apparently.

Now you take care of that for me. Where was I? Oh yeah, Bako. Fuck, that guy shoved at least half of his cock in my muzzle before I could cry for help. Well whatever drugs I took before this loosened me up a little, but I still felt like I was suffocating.

I mean the guy doesn't hold back as soon as the thing was in, he was humping and heaving his way to climax, all at the cost of my poor throat. If you asked me if I enjoyed it back, then I would've openly denied it. But my body, much like yours, can't lie I'm fucking erect just thinking about the way his knot started bouncing off my muzzle about 5 minutes in. Thank god my throat was numb by then.

"Do two of you really need to be holding the bitch down, come on he's got another hole to fill, we gotta show him what he'll be doing if he decides to come back." Bako said. That's when the cheetah let go of me and the gator held me. I know it was the cheetah cause I distinctly remember barbs. Don't know if you've ever been fucked by a feline, that cat in that fast food place really seemed to like you. So, if you haven't, maybe you'll have a chance, I could share you with him.

Just extra bits of pressure scraping along inside you, it takes a bit of getting used to at first. That with Bako's constant pounding on my face set me up for what was going to be one of the most memorable nights of my life.

The more he got into the story the more he got into, helping me out. His hand squeezed my knot and despite his words he had about three fingers in me by now. To be honest I wasn't paying full attention to his story with all that stimulation.

So I had one ___ and another in my ____. Got his Goddamn _____ in and out and forced it in. Until I was _____ I'll tell you I wasn't ____ for weeks after that. Bako wasn't done there he _____ like a goddamn ____. Meanwhile the cheetah behind me didn't _____ and he kept going I mean cats have stamina but_____ I swear if I could I would've screamed--

"I-I'm gonna cum." I tried mumbling while my maw was still wrapped around his length. The 4 fingers in my ass, the hand stroking my cock, and the cock I was sucking. Everything was hell bent on bringing me to the edge and just one more shove from any of them could send me flying off. Judging by the amount pre soaking my hand, he was on the verge too. Well neither of us were gonna last much longer and by the time he reached the climax of his story.

Me too kid. Fuck fuuuuuuck yeahhh! Whoo sorry about that. Looks like I got a little bit on your face there too. You've made a mess of yourself too huh. We've still got some napkins. Better get wiping then.

Well better appreciate this. Unlike me back then I didn't have any time to let Bako's cum soak into my fur or even swallow. As soon as he dumped his load, he told his goons to "Get him out of here." And that's when they carried me out.

They dumped me right outside the hideout and told me to "come back in a day or two." then shut me out entirely. There I was standing butt ass naked in the middle of this city, not a piece of cloth to my name about 10 miles from the nearest friendly face. Something that you're pretty familiar with by now.

Don and I stared at the dawn light in something that could almost be described as cuddling. I wasn't in love with the guy that was some of best sex I've had since 8 hours ago. And you know he's not being as awful as he could be. I mean he bought me food, let me stay in his car, molested me... I might be giving him too much credit.

He's letting me soak up the afterglow, that's nice. We sat there for a while in silence, basking in the comfort of each other's heaving bodies and the common experience we both shared. "Did you get back alright." I asked through exhausted breaths.

Yeah after hours of running and ducking through alleyways, crosswalks and the occasional midnight jogger. One or two drunk crowds coming back from an all-night dive bar. All of which are too drunk to even register how bad being naked in the middle of the street is. No, they just surrounded me, told me how sexy I looked, gave me a few ass slaps and sent me on my way.

How much of this was he exaggerating?

But that was only the drunks outside the bar. The guys inside would wolf whistle until the cows came home long after I was out of view from their windows. Oh lets not forget those night owls who can't help but sit on their balcony having a smoke and saying something like "A bit cold out here to be dressed like that ain't it." Kid believe me you got it easy.

"Well they didn't have digital phones or..."

"Kid this was 2010, of course there were videos of my ass online." Don interrupted. Guess I overshoot his age quite a bit. He still fingered me in front of some apartments and made me flash a drive thru window. "I think I ought to take you to the police station soon huh. They've got some shorts there."

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Driving around like this is much more unsettling during the day. With morning light basking the car and early morning workers on their commute yeah it was way more unsettling driving to the station. Also, the idea of being arrested didn't sound that appealing to me.

I knew it meant safety and a warm pair of clothes to finally don which I could really use right now. you know that feeling when you get goosebumps after being naked for a long time, I was right about there. But it meant time in a holding cell and fines up the ass, or possibly even jail time.

We pulled up to the station, it didn't look like a lot of people were inside, but I still lamented the idea of walking in. "You really wanna go inside kid?" Don asked.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Yeah actually let me see those hands." Confused, I cocked an eyebrow and lifted my paws up to the officer. "I'll take these off and let you be on your way; we don't have to go inside, and I don't have to fill out paperwork about my most recent detainey." A really stupid smile found its way on my face after he said that. Fuck if it meant avoiding jail time then-- "But you're not getting any shorts." He said with an evil grin.

Well those were my options. Come clean to whoever asked about the time I ran naked at night or walk back home naked in broad daylight. "Here kid I'll make it easy for ya. Where do you live?" I gave Don my address without thinking. Maybe he'd drive me home. "Oh, I did you goddamn favor that's 4 miles from here. A lot closer than where I picked you up."

The officer Picked up his radio and called in. Saying something about taking the patrol route between the police station and my place today. "There now you won't have to worry about any other cops showing up."

"But it's day. people are going to work and--"

"Like I said, I won't have to worry about cops." My face colored deeply. Fuck, well I think I know what I'm gonna do.

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"Hey babe I ran into your newest initiate. He was right where you said he'd be." Bako needed to hear this; he loves stories about his newest recruits. God, I had fun with that kid. Just every blush or whimper I got from him at the slightest hint of being seen or touched was fantastic.

"Huh awesome. Gave him the same treatment you did, ya pig slut." There was the voice of the man I loved. First impressions weren't the best but when I got to know him, he turned out to be a really sweet guy. Even supportive of my decision to leave the Maw's and become a cop. "Oh, and a little birdie told me that those scaled fucks 'The Cold Bloods' were doing deals down by Eastbay bridge. You'll get more than a fancy badge from me if ya stop it."

"Maybe later hun. Right now, I'm on patrol." As I said that I started driving toward a familiar brown and black furred figure speed walking with their hands over their groin and a look of humiliation on their face. He was being harassed by a few yuppies who looked disgusted at the sight of someone not walking by in their work attire, or anything at all. I made sure to slow down and honk as I drove by, then carried on driving. I'd loop around the next few blocks and keep following him, still wanted to make sure he got home safe.

The kid took a hand off his crotch to flip me off. One petty action for another, but I don't have eyes on me from both sides of the street now, unlike him. "I like this new recruit. Got a fire that's fun to bring out." I told Bako.

"Yeah but he seems like a pussy though. Not sure if he'll come back after what my boys did to him... not like you did." Bako's always been rough with his new guys after the first meeting, but with people like the shepherd and younger me he's much more lenient. He's got a soft spot for twinks.

"Oh, I feel like he'll be coming back, he's not gonna admit it but that dog loved the way you treated him." I reassured him.

"That so... and what if he doesn't then."

"Well I know where he lives."

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