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"Hey, Jenny, did you want black coffee again, or something different?"

"Could you order me a Latte Sarge? Large, please."

"One of those nights is it, buddy boy?"

"I'm getting the feeling it's going to be that way, Sarge... but-"

"Two large Lattes please darlin'!"

Jenklin let out a long quiet sigh as he was interrupted by his superior, rolling his eyes in a not-so-subtle manner. Jenklin had quickly come to learn that Henry's bullheaded and simple nature meant well, even if the interrupting agitated him greatly - subject dependent.

"But, as I was saying, you can never really know what can happen out on patrol these days; I suppose that's what I like about it, the thrill of the-"

"Hey buddy, do you want any sugar with that?" Henry asked sincerely, cutting Jenklin off abruptly, yet still managing to look over and flash him a genuine and quizzical expression, seemingly unaware that he'd cut his partner off - yet again.

"... one will be plenty, Boss." He replied with a soft smile.

Jenklin was new to Henry's disposition and habits - relatively speaking - having only moved into the county a few months back, but the young Anatolian Mix canine wasn't about to let that nagging annoyance ruin the relationship they'd already built together in the brief time they'd worked with one another. Sure, Henry could be a little simple, and he could also be blunt and straight to the point - more so sometimes than he really should - but these were all mannerisms that Jenklin had come to love and respect from his partner on the force.

Henry drove forward a little and pulled up to the next window before trying to adjust his seat, once again; no matter how many times he tried, the seven-foot-something English Bull Terrier just couldn't seem to find a setting that worked for him, especially now as he had been doing more work at the station's gym facilities.

"Still having troubles, Sarge?" Jenklin asked mostly rhetorically as the mechanisms of Henry's driver's seat clanked and sprang into this place and that.

"Ugh... more than you could know, Jenny-boy." He responded, sounding beaten and defeated by the realization that he was simply just too big for the classically stylised patrol car. "You'd think they'd make me a seat that fits, but then they come out with this 'the car is too small for any more adjustments' bull-shit. It's stupid is what it is!" He huffed before just maxing out all the settings he could, sitting far less comfortably now than he was beforehand, if it was possible.

"Mhm. Maybe you could try asking the lieutenant for an SUV., that might actually solve the issue, hmm?" Jenklin responded as he tapped away at the passengers standard issue monitor, pinging a message away to the station regarding Henry's plight in the face of sub-par comfort standards, without his partner even realizing. Ever the efficient partner was Jenklin.

"Eh... He's full of bull, too... literally, if you can believe it."

"You're not wrong there, Sarge..." Jenklin responded with a sigh, with most of the precinct knowing full well who was banging who on any given day, thanks to inter-personal messaging. "You know, I don't really understand what the lieutenant see's in him, but that isn't my place to say."

"Oh, it most definitely is your place to say, at least while we're out here on patrol. Oh, speaking of-"

"Your two large lattes sir, both with one sugar!" The window attendant said in a cheerful voice. "Now, you two have a safe night, and blessed day, you hear?"

"Will do sweet-cheeks. Have a good one!" Henry responded as he placed the travel cups into the holders, buckling himself back up after his adjustments, before pulling away from the stop.

The pair had just pulled out of the retail park before heading up to their designated patrol stop on the interstate. Henry hit the interstate and began to head away from the city for about ten minutes or so before pulling up at a layby not too often frequented by enforcement.

"Well, this stop's new; why here, Sarge?" Jenklin asked curiously as Henry cranked up the emergency break, grasping at his cup of coffee before relaxing back as adequately as seating would allow.

"You see, perps are going to be looking for us at the usual spots, right? Well if we post up a mile earlier, we're much more likely to catch someone who knows that, and won't be just beginning to slow down before where we usually post up. It's unconventional, I know, but-"

"That sounds exactly like your M.O. Got it Sarge." Jenklin interjected for a change, catching Henry off guard before he let out a raucous laugh.

"I did it again back at the drive through, didn't I Jenny." He stated rhetorically as he chuckled his way through sips of coffee as he heard the scanner pinging number plates and speeds as vehicles passed them by.

Some time passed, perhaps thirty, maybe forty minutes before the scanner lit up the cabin, setting off the reds and blues atop the vehicle automatically.

"Oh! looks like we got a wild one Jenny!" Henry bursted out enthusiastically, tossing his mobile phone back into the door storage space before hitting the gas and peeling away from the layby in a plume of rocks and dust. Jenklin was thoroughly forced back into his seat, gritting his teeth as he tried to control the fluids in his cup as Henry joined the not-so-busy interstate.

"But he was doing speeds below the limit, what's the-"

"The scanner pings plates too, remember? What does it say about this guy?" Henry asked as he blasted past the minor amount of traffic that was on the road at this time of night, cars pulling aside peacefully while he wasted no time plowing along in the last overtake lane.

"Scanner says... it's reported as a stolen vehicle, sir." Jenklin answered in a more professional manner after reading through the blurb of the report. "Report says it was last seen leaving the scene of a general store robbery. The notes report small arms fire too, Sarge." Jenklin highlighted to his partner as he noted Henry's expression change.

"Get your gun handy then Jen; plan for the worst, hope for the best." He said flatly - his demeanor totally changing now - as he came up behind the vehicle that was oddly still doing speeds safely under the limit.

"Sarge, this doesn't feel right to me..." He said, his sentence drifting off as he continued to review the report.

Henry honked his horn, the reds and blues lighting up the back of the vehicle in question as it slowly and safely began to pull over to the side of the road, steadily slowing to a halt as Henry stopped a cautionary two-cars-length behind the halted vehicle.

"Stay behind your door, pup; I'll take the lead on this one."

"Sir, yes sir."

The vehicle's driving lights flitted off as it came to a stop, Henry unplugging his belt before kicking his door open. He used the inner frame of the door and car's body as a platform as he pulled his standard issue out, aiming towards the vehicle in front.

"Put your hands outside the window where we can see them!" Jenklin called out through the loudspeaker, following protocol to the letter whilst Henry kept watch. They paused, with Henry's firearm pointing directly at the driver's side door as two arms pushed themselves out of the vehicle's window, visibly shaking even at that distance.

"Please! Don't shoot!" The voice called out, the individual's fingers visibly twitching nervously as they extended to their limits, as if grasping for something that wasn't there.

"Keep your hands where we can see them!" Jenklin called out as Henry stepped away from the cruiser's door, approaching the other vehicle slowly as Jenklin stepped out to now act as cover for his partner's approach. Jenklin soon followed suit, mirroring Henry's approach as he circled around to the passenger side of the vehicle, weapon aimed at the dark but opened windows.

"Please! Don't shoot! I was doing the speed limit officers, I swear!" the unknown driver called out once again as his hands continued to shake. Henry grabbed ahold of them, grasping firmly with one hand as his other reached for his cuffs.

"I don't wanna hear another word out of you unless I ask you a damn question, do you hear me?" The pale furred canine barked gruffly as he cuffed one of the individuals hands before yanking the door open. Henry changed hands, allowing him to pull the driver out and onto the floor - face first - before cuffing his second wrist behind his back. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do say, can and will be used against you in a court of law." Henry started, reading the man's Miranda Rights off as he secured the cuffs correctly at the wrists. As his partner was tending to the driver, Jenklin quickly scanned the vehicle for other accomplices before rooting around in the front, via the passenger door, for any forms of weapons or identification. Having come up empty on the weapons front, Jenklin dropped the glove compartment to find the man's wallet, checking the attached ID card in the clear wallet window.

"Mr...Walker, is it?" Jenklin asked as he walked around the front of the vehicle, the white LED headlights highlighting the Anatolian's naturally occurring black eye and adjacent ear markings. "Can you tell us exactly how it is you came by this vehicle?" He asked, continuing to walk around the forcefully proned perp before squatting down directly in front of him, the lights reflecting the green pigment in his eyes.

"I-I was given it! It was a gift from a friend! He knew that I'd just lost my car, so offered his c-car up to me until I could pay for a new one!" He answered, the stutter in his voice purely driven by the anxiety that the situation had stimulated in him, as well as the fear of being so easily forced into such a compromising position.

"And what's the name of this friend of-"

"Look kid, we know you're lying; either you tell us the truth now, or you tell it to us down at the precinct. What's it gonna be!?" Henry demanded, barking another order once again, seemingly beginning to lose his patience.

Jenklin looked at his focussed partner once again, huffing at how he'd cut him off - yet again - before something twigged: Prince Walker was not the name on the incident report that he'd read back in the cab.

"Sir, if he's telling the truth, that would check out with what the report says." Jenklin said calmly now, having a heavy feeling that Prince was indeed telling the truth. "Prince; what is the name of your friend?" Jenklin asked again sincerely, slowly pushing away at his superior's grip on Prince's hands.

"He's... he's my friend! He wouldn't rat me out, so I can't tell you either!" Prince barked as passion and loyalty overrode his anxiety.

"Listen, we just want to-" Jenklin started before being pushed aside, hitting the dirt and dust and rock-chips.

"Listen here you little shit, if you don't tell us what we want to know..." Henry threatened as he dragged Prince back up onto his feet before turning him around then pushing his chest and face down and against the hood of his car. "...Then I'm going to have to start doing things to you that - and I promise - you will not enjoy." He said in a hushed whisper as his groin inadvertently pressed against Prince's rear, purely meant to further pin the suspect in place.

"Henry, you need to-"

"Just keep your gun on him Jen; I don't want any surprises when..." Henry ordered before he began to trail off. The Sergeant's nose wrinkled, and his nostrils flared and closed as he took in a new scent that he'd taken in many times before. "Keep an eye on him. I need to check him for narcotics."

"Narcotics? But this was a..." Jenklin responded, slightly confused as he got up off the floor, dusting himself off, but nonetheless doing as he was told. That was when it hit him too; the scent that Jenklin was now picking up on was distinctly feminine, but oh so much stronger than any usual day to day feminine scent should be. "Is he in..."

"Yes! That's why I was heading home early from work! That's why I was so freaked by you guys! You've gotta believe me!" Prince yipped as that innocent groin press quickly became not at all innocent. "Please... I need to get home to sort myself-"

"It's a bit late for that now, Princey." Henry whispered as he leaned in closer, sounding not at all like his usual professional self. He sounded sultry, lust-drunk even as he kept one hand on Prince's back, the other trailing its way down towards where Prince's shorts started.

"Sarge, that really isn't appro-" Jenklin started before stopping himself this time; because as those shorts came down, that subtle scent from before became all too strong and overwhelming now, the electric blue panties that Prince wore beneath his shorts showing an all too obvious and spreading dark spot, highlighting a prominent and swollen canine pussy.

"... Fuck sake." Jenklin said, completely out of character as he felt the blood begin to surge to his own loins now. "Wrong place, wrong time, buddy..."

Prince let out a purely submissive whine as he felt the highway wind blow over his already moist and puffy pussy, Henry's bulge causing his back to straighten out over the hood, as well as his head to lift a little as he tried to look back.

"P-p-please let me go... this is... unbearable!" He cried out as his legs began to shake, juices squirting out through his panties before streaking against and down the sargeant's mostly waterproof trousers; but they wouldn't be coating his clothing for long, as Henry began to quickly unbuckle his belt, letting his trousers fall down around his ankles as he pushed at his briefs to fall down next.

"So, I'm just going to be left out of this? That's a bore." Jenklin said, crossing his arms as the shape of a semi rigid rod began to form beneath his trousers, its outline quickly defining itself.

"He's been flapping his gums too much, don'tcha think? Why don't you do something about that." Henry said as the passing lights of cars on the highway highlighted the glistening precum that coated his already exposed tip.

"I guess you're right. Why didn't I think of that?" He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he began to walk around to the front of the vehicle, his hands making quicker work of his belt and trousers than Henry had with his before sliding Prince's chest and head towards the front of the vehicle. "Go on, make a noise; I'm practically begging you to at this point." Jenklin said calmly, with a similar change in tone to Henry as he brought Prince's field of view directly into his groin.

Prince let out a gasp as he saw the officer's bright and rosy cock tip pushing its way out of its swelling sheath, the area naturally highlighted in a crimson red against his predominantly white fur, complimented by several liver coloured spot markings. But as Prince reactively gasped, Jenklin grasped around the top portion of his muzzle, keeping it open wide as he fed his sheath inside his mouth - fur and all - until Prince's chin met his musky ballsack, his nose in Jenklin's trimmed pubic fur.

"I tried to warn you." He said plainly as precum squirted at the back of the wolf-dogs throat. Prince felt like he was about to choke, but the sweet, coffee hinted flavor of the precum caused his natural reaction to change to that of a swallow. His mouth sealed around that sheath - forming a vacuum - as his swallow pulled the Anatolian's veiny fleshy shaft out to play. Jenklin let out a long exasperated sigh as he wallowed in the warmth of Prince's mouth; he felt the throbbing tip of his cock pressing against the soft flesh at the back of his mouth as Prince's tongue rose up, pressing the upper side of that semi against the ribbed roof of his mouth.

"Good lad... make this easy for all of us." Jenklin spoke softly to him as his flesh continued to swell inside his sheath, squirts of near-clear precum dashing against the back of his throat, only to be hungrily swallowed down again and again. And it was all going so well, until Prince's body felt like it was locked up, those tantalizing suckles and swallows grinding to a halt.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" Jenklin questioned, half pissed at the fact that his fun came to such an abrupt stop. That was until he looked up at his partner, his body entirely silhouetted by the lights of passing cars, aside from the stringy precum glistening in the night air. It was then that he understood.

"Alright now, you're going to need to listen to me. Focus on me, and only me." Jenklin said in a hurried tone, looking down at Prince as he released his hand from the upper portion of his jaw, inside placing his hand between Prince's ears before pushing down as he pushed his hips forward.

Just as he did that, he watched as his partner's throbbing, veiny cock was lowered, the tip coming into contact with the portion of Prince's spade that would part and give way the fastest.

"Remember what I said!" Jenklin barked, ordering Prince to pay attention as Henry's body heaved forwards, all that body weight lunging his hips first into the in-heat canine's rump. Prince's eyelids peeled open, a tear forming and falling from his eye as his legs kicked against the dirt and gravel underfoot. He gagged as he felt Jenklin's cock forced into his throat, but that sudden discomfort paled in comparison to the searing pain he felt inside the channel of his pussy at that moment. Prince felt as though he'd been stretched to his limits in a mere fraction of a second, his channel's muscle groups not even allowed a whole second before reflexively clamping down around Henry's invading pillar of canine meat; but in that second, Henry's hips were already drawing backwards, his twitching cock pushed free by Prince's muscles before they were painfully forced apart once more.

"The second one always hurts the most - so I've heard." Jenklin said as he drew his hips back, one hand holding near the tip of his sheath before his hips railed forwards once more - his sheath slipping smoothly back behind a prominent and semi formed knot. "Suck on this. It'll make you feel... something else." He said awkwardly as he watched Prince's legs extend back and out as far as they could physically go in defiance of the beast inside him, the muscles in his channel screaming as they came close to giving way against the sheer girth of Henry's quickly swelling canine flesh.

"Shit, this one's coming home with me!" Henry bellowed out as he bucked his hips mercilessly against Prince's backside, his weighty and laden balls being heard slamming against the front right fender of Prince's car, over and over again, followed by wet squelches echoing off of the car as well as ones passing them by. Henry's grip changed as he assumed full control, coming to rest on Prince's waistline as he clamped his digits around flesh and muscle, anything he could use as a handhold really as he bucked ruthlessly and without regard.

"Just keep sucking, keep swallowing, keep your eyes on my belly." Jenklin advised him as his own swelling cock was no doubt turning hues of crimson red through to its purple tip inside Prince's mouth. He would gently scratch between his ears, as well as his cheek, anything he could do really to distract the poor in-heat canine from the punishment he was receiving from behind him.

Henry's bucking hips were rough from the get go, there was no doubting that, but as a new sensation began to quickly and noticeably pop inside and out of Prince's spade, those thrusts took on a whole new presence; they were no longer purposeful, directed, or guided. No, they were becoming awkward and harsh and panicked as the pace quickened with each passing second.

Prince's eyebrows rose up at their innermost parts as a few more tears were shed from his eyes. He'd felt this feeling dozens of times before, but those times were guarded with latex and passion. This time, the threat that came from behind was pure and raw and focussed and feral. With each pop he could feel his inner muscles getting stretched that little bit more, over and over and over again as the urge inside him to clamp down around that invading bulb began to ramp up, his orgasm building in parallel.

"He isn't going to pull out, Prince." Jenklin said as his own flesh began to throb and swell inside the canine's mouth, that fleshy bulb forcing his jaws wider and wider apart, rendering Jenklin's abilities to thrust almost as impossible as Prince's ability to talk, save for the rookie's instinctual need to try and do so anyway as he grit his teeth together.

Prince may have looked like a victim to anyone who would have been watching: his eyes were red and unblinking as tears rolled down his face, his legs were stretched out and rigid in agony - unable to defy what was happening, and, of course, his hands were still cuffed behind his back; but inside, that males heart was singing, his mind flying high, and stars were floating against a background of not-so pure white fur as the sensations inside him came together in symphony, clawing towards a sorely needed crescendo.

Prince wasn't in pain. Prince was in heaven.

Drool began to fall from the large bull terrier's lower jaw as he looked over the bonnet and into the dark distance of the horizon, a ragged and harsh inhale swiftly followed by a forced exhale as his muscles contracted and relaxed, one after the other. The sound of testicles slapping against metal began to die off and fade away as the big canine's thrusts slowed, but their power increased. It seemed obvious to Prince that Henry was attempting to force his rapidly swelling knot back inside his sore and overstretched spade for the very last time, that fattened wedge of flesh slamming against whining and squelching flesh as his body weight gave inertia to each motion.

"Why... won't... you... GO!" Henry bellowed out, thinking out loud as his foot sank back and dug into the dirt, his thighs contracted, before his hips were shot forward like a ball from a medieval cannon.

That extra motion was all Henry needed, it seemed, as Prince's dark cookie stretched apart like softened and kneaded bread dough. Henry's bulbous attachment gaped that crying pussy out for but a split second, until that bodily inertia jammed every usable inch of canine cock into Prince's channel. The restrained pup let out a gagged wail of searing pain around Jenklin's pulsating cock and knot as Henry's own had finally entered his puffy spade; but that pain was quickly replaced by his body's overwhelming natural urges. Prince's channel clamped down around Henry's entire shaft and knot, squeezing down on every square inch as his orgasm was forcefully pushed over the edge. His cookie sealed up tight behind that knot, yanking that canid tip deeper, pulling it hard against his cervix to the point where the head made entry - a sensation he'd never felt from any other canine before him.

"FUCK!" Henry yelled out, teeth gritted, eyelids squeezed shut as his large testicles pulled up hard against his undercarriage. The tension lasted a full five seconds, his orgasm holding at its peak the entire time before the dam just gave way. His hips bucked forward with each and every organic pulse of his cock after that initial large wave of spunk spewed out, each surging wave of seminal fluid erupting directly into the canine's womb, dashing against the furthest wall before rapidly pooling inside the relatively small space inside him. It didn't take long at all for that fleshy cavern to fill up completely and start stretching, the walls groaning out inside as each hard pulse delivered another shot of cum into the crying males organ. Henry's hands gripped possessively at Prince as he rode out the duration of his orgasm, keeping his rump firmly against his groin as stars twinkled against the black background of his sealed eyelids, each orgasmic sensation like a thunderbolt originating from his mind, traveling through his very core, and out through his cock into that tight and waiting pussy.

As Henry was approaching his comedown, Jenklin too finally reached his peak; although he wasn't as thick as henry, the length of his now pulsating cock made sure that what seed was to come would only end up inside Prince's throat and stomach. Those once gentle and tender hands now gripped at flesh and fur atop Prince's head, finding any hand-hold he could as his knot swelled to a full bitch-tying size against the face of Prince's throat. His hips pressed forward, mashing his risen testicles and pubic fur into Prince's muzzle before the wave crashed inside him.

On tiptoes, his tensed legs held his groin firmly against Prince's features, his swollen canid cock beginning to rhythmically pulsate inside the males mouth. As with Henry, each pulse delivered an overly generous load directly into his throat, Jenklin's heavy cream gushing deeper and deeper, rapidly pooling at the entrance to Prince's stomach before he began to swallow down all the meat and fluid he possibly could. Each swallow had to be repeated by another, again and again as Jenklin kept the flood coming; soon enough though, Prince just couldn't keep up. Jenklin's flood of seed began to back up in his throat further and further, until the sticky off-white mixture began to stream from the poor males nostrils.

And all the while, all Prince could do was lay on the hood of his car, eyes half lidded, tear ducts now dry, as he stared into the fur of the male before him. He had resigned himself to his fate many minutes ago, but by now, all Prince felt was a hot sense of fullness and an overwhelming feeling of use for the sake of being used.

Prince was the object of two strong males' desires.

He was bound and arrested and used like an object.

Prince was exactly where he felt he needed to be.

His eyes began to lid as stars streaked across his darkening view, the last thing he would feel would be Jenklin's grip becoming once again as gentle as it had been before. As Prince fell to unconsciousness, Jenklin's hand gently grasped around the males upper jaw once more, raising it as his lower jaw slackened, giving the tired cop just enough room to slowly drag his cock from Prince's motionless maw. As his smooth and saliva-polished cock dragged over Prince's tongue, a final weak shot of ejaculate dashed across his tongue, a final hurrah for a job well done as Jenklin's crimson-to-purple cock fell atop the perp's vehicle's hood. Moisture mashed against the metallic before the rookie hoisted his flesh up and back into his pale white undergarments, letting the sweet Prince's head lay down to rest before adjusting himself as best he could.

By the time he finally took his eyes off Prince's used appearance - the view alone being what kept Jenklin's eyes off of Henry muscular form - he would peer over to see his superior casually smoking a cigarette; puffs of pale smoke rose up only to be whisked away by the chaotic winds, the now thoroughly emptied bull terrier's eyes already looking his way.

"Enjoy yourself, rookie?" Henry asked before exhaling the rest of his lungs into the open air.

"You could say that." He answered, looking down towards Sarge's groin, then looking downwards to see that he was very much still attached to Prince's sealed spade. "Yourself, big guy?" He asked with a chuckle as he idly caressed the pup's ears once again, only looking away to locate and smear some streaks of cum from Prince's nostrils and mouth.

"You could say that." He responded coyly, a smirk crossing the width of his mouth.

The pair had time to chat whilst Prince was out cold about their break from the norm, speaking in passing about what they should do afterwards, all just to pass the time until either he woke up, or Henry's knot finally came unstuck.

"Hnnn..."

"Sarge, I think he's finally waking up..." Jenklin said before sighing. "...Shit."

"Heh heh. Told ya, didn't I? Now pay up."

"I thought it was a surefire bet... Looks like I still have plenty to learn about you, eh Boss?" Jenklin chuckled dejectedly as he pulled a crisp twenty from his wallet, sighing as he passed the note to Henry.

"I seriously didn't think he'd wake up before your knot went down though, you know?"

"Thank the kid here for the loss of your donut dollars there: heat has that effect on me, if you didn't notice."

"Yeah yeah yeah..."

Jenklin turned away from Henry to walk back over to where he was standing before, right in front of Prince's face, before squatting down - one hand in his pocket, the other coming to rest on his head.

"How're ya feeling buddy?" He asked sincerely, gently ruffling the males head of fur before offering a gentle smile.

"Ugh... I feel like I've got lockjaw, a full belly of cum, and a second heart in my pussy..." He managed to get out before letting out a hindered and spluttering cough. The body spasms were felt all the way at his rear end too as Prince clamped down around the throbbing intruder inside him. "I can't believe he's still in me; no one ever lasts this long."

"That's the kind of thinking that caused Jenny here to lose his bet." Henry said with a proud chuckle, exhaling one last time before flicking his butt out into the wind. He reached for his back pocket, pulling a pair of silver keys linked together by a keyring from there before dangling them between himself and Jenklin. "Why not do the kid a favor, hm? I think he's free to go."

As Prince heard those words, his body tensed up once again.

Whatever happened tonight, something triggered something in his state of mind.

Prince didn't want to go.

"I-I-I... I don't wanna leave." He blurted out after a stammer, his face turning red beneath his matted fur as he looked ahead. "... Please." He said as his muscles clamped down around Henry's slowly softening knot.

If Henry was confused at first, that muscular clench around his knot surely told a story.

"Ya sure, kid?" Henry asked as he leaned back away from Prince, his knot tugging on the anterior walls of his spade, causing the outer mound of flesh to swell outward in a better defined shape that conformed to the shape of Henry's straining bundle of flesh. "Because there's no-"

"I don't wanna go! I wanna be yours!" He blurted out once again, whining timidly, the simple idea of being pumped with cum whilst in heat sending a chill down his spine. "I-I wanna be yours, Sir..."

"Attaboy." Henry said simply as Jenklin looked up towards his partner in utter astonishment, but, deep down, Jenklin knew that Henry was doing this for all the right reasons:

He'd pulled over and arrested someone that was totally disconnected from a crime that someone else had committed. He'd been fucked not just by Henry, but by himself too. And, by all accounts, Prince was also as good as impregnated to boot! What with that damn behemoth of a cock staying as stiff for as long as it had been. Speaking of that cock though, Henry's knot was now softening at a steadier rate, pulling that little bit harder against the inside of Prince's spade until - finally - it gave way. Prince let out a long and dissatisfied groan as he felt Henry's slide out with a long wet schhhhlick, only to be paired by the sound of a heavy slab of flesh hitting metal. Prince felt empt; his spade was gaping, and the wind was scraping over his loins like a tentacle bred with an icicle But that chill all but melted away as Henry raised his heavy cock up to rest it between the canine's furred cheeks, the mix of dog seed and vaginal juices matting his fur and glazing his asshole like an organic blanket of pure bliss.

Prince couldn't hide the fact that he loved everything about where he was right now, as - for the first time that night - that little dog's tail began to wag slowly from side to side.

"I'd say get a room, but..." Jenklin said in passing as he got into Prince's car. "...well, you know."

Henry chuckled as he cleaned himself up using Prince's ass fur, that tail wagging more and more furiously as he manhandled the pup back up onto his feet.

"I'll take Prince's car back to your place Boss,, you can follow when you- when he can actually sit down." He said with a laugh. "I'll see you back at your place?"

"You bet your ass you will." Henry replied, looking into Jenklin's eyes as a smirk crossed his lips one last time. What followed took Jenklin off guard, but given his state of mind, he supposed it was to be expected. "And I mean that literally... pup."