Line of Duty
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Line of Duty
Some days, you can tell there's going to be trouble. In New Savaal, that feeling's pretty much constant. I work for the police, which means that every year I keep on living is a miracle. On the other hand, I'm twenty-six, which is about five years over the life expectancy for a police officer. Some would say that means I'm good at my job. Really it just means I know when not to fight. My rule is this: If the odds are even, it means there's a fifty-fifty chance you'll die. Run. If it involves The Guild, run, no matter what. In New Savaal, you don't get on The Guild's bad side. Years ago, my first partner crossed one of their bosses. They never found his body. In fact, he's probably still alive somewhere. It's not something I like to think about.
But I digress.
It was a Friday, and seemed better than most, at first. It was cool, a little windy, and there were a couple puffy clouds in the sky. I actually walked to work, and enjoyed it. The air tasted good.
I wasn't feeling bad when I walked into the station, but I immediately sensed something was wrong. People were moving with unnatural purposefulness. I scanned the hall, but saw nothing to explain the strange atmosphere, so I approached the secretary's desk and leaned over it. She was a mutt, and a cute one, with gold fur and an intelligent look to her. "Hey... What's going on here?"
She looked up. "Ah! Lieutenant Blake! The captain wanted to see you. Said it's important."
I raised an eyebrow. "Did he say what he-"
"He said it's important. Go." She was unusually serious, and I obeyed without thinking.
The captain was a pit bull who was as obese as he was corrupt. His job was to make sure that the only criminals persecuted were the ones who weren't organized. I entered his office and closed the door behind me. "Blake. It's about time you showed up." He slid a manila folder across his desk. "We finally got a location on Damien." My heart sank.
I picked up the folder and leafed through it. Damien was the young wolf who led the Guild. He was charismatic and powerful, not to mention heavily guarded. The few times we'd located him before, it had been decided that mounting a full scale attack would amount to nothing more than a slaughter of police. We sent one officer in, a "sacrifice," to tip him off and get him to move. That way, we didn't look bad when some self-righteous politician decided to take a closer look at the way things were run. Not all of the sacrifices died. It depended largely on how Damien felt that day. A few years ago, I had been one of the ones who survived.
"I'm sending in Ethan," said the captain. "I think he could use the experience." The worst part was, there wasn't even a hint of pretense about it. He was totally serious. I imagined Ethan, an innocent, well-meaning recruit, walking into a den of Damien's men and... well, I couldn't bear to think about the rest.
"No," I said. "I'll do it," He raised an eyebrow. "I did it before, I'll do it again."
"If you insist." He smiled. "It's your funeral."
It was a little after midnight when I pulled up at the location where Damien was supposed to be staying. It was a nightclub, but a casual, laid back one. The club's name was Underground, and was fitting, as the club was, quite literally underground. New Savaal had been burned to the ground several times in its history, and had been rebuilt on the ruins of the old city each time. As a result, there were dozens of subterranean blocks of buildings and roads.
The club Damien had chosen was subtle, and more inviting than most, but there was barely a line. The entire establishment was entirely owned by the Guild. I had to admit, Damien had style. One of his men was waiting at the door, supposedly disguised as a bouncer. He recognized me, of course; I was still wearing my uniform. I handed him my gun, and he took it silently. It wouldn't help me once I was inside. "Damien's in the back," he said. He didn't seem smart enough to be confused by the fact that I had disarmed myself or chosen to wear my uniform. I had decided that fighting would only get me killed, and pretending I could trick them would only make Damien angry.
I entered. The club was lit by dim, blue lights. The music was low-key jazz. I could smell half a dozen different drugs in the air, and was immediately aware of a dozen pairs of eyes on me. Muscular canines sat at tables with their arms around significantly smaller furs, both males and females. I recognized at least one of the subs, a slim lab in a fishnet t-shirt whispering in the ear of a handsome husky. The lab was Ethan. I wasn't surprised. Members of the Gang often got a kick out of knowing that they could make police officers be their sluts.
I suppose this would be as good a time as any to mention that I'm bisexual. It's hasn't been something I feel is necessary to advertise. Females have always been enough to satisfy my desires, and I can do without the stigma attached to homosexuality. Besides, this way I can sneak looks at guys in the showers. Everybody wins.
Anyway, I saw the door to the back room pretty quickly, and approached it. There was, of course a guard outside. He looked me up and down and frowned, then tapped his earpiece. "Hey... We've got a cop out here... Uniform and everything... Should I kick his ass?" He paused. "Yeah, he's a German Shepherd... Mm?.. Yeah, pretty cute I guess..." The guard listened to his earpiece in disbelief, then looked up at me. "You're clear to go, mate. I dunno what you're selling, but it must be good."
He opened the door, giving me a quick swat on the rump as I entered. I didn't flinch. As the door shut behind me, I looked around the room. It was dimly lit, but ornately furnished, with a pair of leather chairs and a sofa surrounding a round table. There were bookcases on the walls to my left and right. Baroque paintings hung on the remaining two. My eyes were immediately drawn to the handsome wolf lounging on the couch; he was undeniably Damien. He wasn't quite as muscular as the grunts outside, but his entire body was perfectly toned, and he had an aura of grace, intelligence, and power. His fur the sleekest I had seen in my life, a beautiful dark gray. He wore an expensive suit, all black, and held a leather-bound book in his hand. He set the book on a table between us and sat up. "Please, sit." He motioned to an armchair across from him. I sat.
"You're alone," I noted. "And unarmed."
He smiled, shrugging a little. "I know where your parents live. And your sister. You're not going to try anything. Besides." He stood, stretching his beautifully muscled arms. We were both unarmed, and I knew he could kill me in any of a hundred ways.
He stood unbuttoned his jacket and draped it over the couch. He had white dress shirt underneath, and began pacing the room. "I was hoping it would be you," he said finally.
"Glad to know I have your approval," I muttered.
Damien chuckled. "See, that's why I like you. You hate me, but you'll still obey me... And I think you like it..." I gritted my teeth. I wouldn't have cared nearly so much if he hadn't been a little right. He was much closer now, standing less than a foot away. "On your feet," he said.
I stood, a little slowly. That was really the only safe way to resist him- obey openly, but disobey in a million tiny ways. He took another step closer, and his body was only inches from mine. I could smell his strong scent in the air, and I couldn't help but breathe deeply. It was natural and musky, but refined at the same time.
He moved closer, muzzle was inches from mine. "So... Something gives me the feeling that you didn't just come to say hi... Why're you here?"
"I'm here to arrest you," I said. He pushed me away, laughing. I laughed too.
He grew serious quickly, however. "Take off the vest," he said, referring to the bulletproof tactical vest I wore. I obeyed, handing it too him. I felt much lighter, wearing only my uniform now. He dropped it, but held on to my handcuffs. "You planned to arrest me? With these?" He spoke as if the idea of someone as powerful as him being restrained by mere metal was ridiculous.
"I never intended to arrest you. But I have to try."
He turned away from me, picking up the book from the table and contemplating the cover, though it was plain black. "Had to try, did you? Why?"
"If I didn't someone else would have. It's my duty."
"Duty?" The wolf snorted. He set both the book and the handcuffs back on the table. "I can't believe there are still people like you around... Apparently, you didn't learn your lesson last time you came here. Honor, order, charity... They're all useless... What matters is power. People without power obey people with power. You are the former. I am the latter."
Damien was right, in a way. No matter how we lived, what kind of government we organized, the strong would always rule the weak. It was my fate, perhaps, to be the weak.
"Tonight, I'm going to teach you a little lesson." He walked back towards the couch, unbuttoning his dress shirt. "More specifically, I'm going to use you for my sexual gratification." I wasn't surprised. "You see, opportunities like this are rare. Most of the people I encounter are born to follow, and they accept that. They're tools. When I use them, it isn't sex. It's masturbation with a toy. But you... you're real. You were born to lead, and it's only by fate that you now follow."
He shrugged off his shirt, and I couldn't help but stare. His muscles were perfectly cut, and his sleek gray fur rippled as he moved towards me. His muscles simply flowed. I had never seen a more perfect combination of grace and power. He was only inches away from me, and I realized that my sheath was starting to swell. He placed one paw on my hip and another behind my head, drawing me closer and kissing me firmly. He broke the kiss after a second, leaving me panting, wanting more.
"On your knees, Blake."
There was no point in resisting. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of him. He smiled reaching a paw down and scratching my chin gently. I expected him to say something, but he never did. After a few minutes, Damien brushed his paw over my cheek, scratching gently behind my ears. This went on for several minutes, both of us in silence, me with my head bowed.
He dragged his paw over my muzzle as he took it away, unzipping his pants. As I looked up, he brought out his half-erect cock. It was beautiful, and I feel no shame describing it as such. The shaft was smooth and sleek, at least half an inch larger than my own, despite the fact that it was not yet fully hard, and somewhat thicker as well. He felt no need to convey instruction at this point, but I obeyed nonetheless. As he dropped his paws to his sides, I brought mine up, holding the base of his shaft. I extended my tongue, dragging it slowly along his length. He remained silent, save for a quiet noise of appreciation.
I pressed my lips to the smooth flesh, licking at it again. He placed a firm paw on the back of my head. "We're not lovers. Skip the foreplay." I realized with a pang of uneasiness that I had almost been enjoying myself. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him but... I didn't want to be. Perhaps I should have resisted a little more...
With a little reluctance, I took his cockhead into my mouth, sucking softly at it. His shaft was fully hard now, so I wrapped my lips around it as he guided me forwards, taking more of the length into my mouth. I felt my nose pressed against his soft fur, and breathed deeply of his scent. He drew me back. "Slowly now," he said. "I wouldn't want to finish before I've had a go at your tailhole." I blinked in surprise. The last time he had 'taught me a lesson,' I'd given him a blowjob and been sent on my way. It was the only time I had ever been with a man, and I now felt an anxious tightness in my chest.
Though I couldn't see Damien's face, I could tell he was smiling. He gave me a little nudge. "Back to work." I obeyed quickly, taking his full shaft into my mouth again and tilting my head to the side, sucking softly, stroking it with my rough tongue. I dragged my tounge in wide circles around his cockhead, and he made a quiet noise of pleasure. A bead of precum formed at the tip of his shaft, and I lapped it up; the taste was not as objectionable as I remembered. It was a salty, almost almondy flavor.
I took his shaft out of my mouth for a moment, kissing the underside of his head softly, and sucking at it a little. He growled warningly, and I took it back into my mouth. "Keep it up," he purred, stroking the the back of my neck. I began moving a little more quickly. There was no denying that I was enjoying it, but I didn't care anymore. His shaft was rock hard now, warm and smooth in my mouth. All I could think about was how right it felt. He grunted, releasing a spurt of warm pre into my mouth.
A moment later, I felt his knees buckle, and his cock slid halfway out of my mouth. It took it back at once, sucking hard on the firm shaft. "Enough," he growled. I ignored him, curling my tongue around his meat, pressing my lips tightly around it. If he came in my mouth, he might be satisfied, he might let me go... But I would have no such luck. He growled angrily and gripped my head, pressing my nose into his crotch and his cock into my throat. I gagged, fighting him in vain.
"Trying to drive me over the edge, are you? Even if I couldn't control myself, it wouldn't stop me from taking you." He released me, and I opened my mouth, pulling back slowly. The anger evaporated. "That's a good boy." He helped me up.
Damien sat on the couch. "Your clothes."
I took a deep breath, then sighed a little. Though I thought of this moment as the point of no return, I realize now that I never really had a choice in the matter. He watched me casually as I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off. I had never really thought about the right way to get naked in front of another male, but it seemed that it wasn't simply undressing as he watched me from across the room. It seemed awkward. I was reminded of someone who had said sex was proof that their God had a sense of humor. The thought was so out of place I almost laughed.
I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. He didn't move or speak, just looked over my body casually. I spread my arms a little, waiting. He took his time, eyes lingering on my erection. "Not bad," he said simply.
He stood, eyes still scanning my body. For some reason, it didn't even make me uncomfortable. "Come," he said as he undid his belt. I walked over to him, standing near the couch. "Lie down." He motioned to the couch and dropped his pants. I couldn't help but look over the wolf's body. Suffice it to say that his lower half was as beautiful as his upper half. I was still apprehensive about being taken, but if it was going to happen, I wanted him to be the one doing it. I imagined those strong, sleek thighs pressing against mine...
He growled. "Lie down..." I nodded a little, moving towards the couch, but paused. He hadn't finished the statement, just paused thoughtfully. "...on your back," he finished. I shrugged, settling onto the couch. Damien stood over me, running a paw lightly down my chest, fingers just brushing the tips of my fur. He smiled. "Are you ready?"
I returned his smile grimly. "No." Our eyes met. He straddled my hips, then settled down on top of me. He weighed more than I had expected, but was also surprisingly gentle. He slid his arms around my waist, kissing my neck softly.
"I wouldn't expect you to be... That's why I'll take it nice... and... slow..." He kissed up my neck slowly as he spoke, and I tilted my head back, exposing my throat. He murred softly at the sign of submission, nipping me softly. A firm paw behind my head brought my muzzle down to meet his in a kiss. There was real passion in this kiss, nothing like the brief meeting of lips earlier. I tilted my head to the side, opening my mouth a little to allow his tongue in. It pressed forward eagerly, thick and warm, exploring my mouth. My paws drifted over his back, stroking the firm muscles and plush fur, and he began to do the same to me. We remained locked together for several minutes, exploring each others bodies at the same time, until he broke the kiss, whispering in my ear, "Playtime's over..."
I, however, no longer felt apprehension, even as he pressed the tip of his cock against my tailhole, even as I remembered the swollen knot at the base of his shaft. He spread my legs with one paw, bracing the other paw across my back. As he entered me, I felt far less pain than I had expected, and that was nothing compared to the feeling of being filled with his thick length. I moaned deeply, grinding my own cock against his stomach. He kissed my neck softly, whispering something that was lost in my groan of pleasure.
I held Damien close to me, claws digging into his back. He took no heed, pressing deeper into my tailhole. My body was so full of sensations, all of them new and intense, that I didn't know what to do, how to move. I simply lay under him, every muscle tense, glad that he was the one doing the work. And, now that I think about it, I was glad. I still hated him, and on some level I always will, but at that moment I wanted him, and I wanted him to take me.
I was not entirely aware of how far he had entered me until I felt his knot pressing against my tight ring. I gripped him harder, and he pulled back slowly, his cock now slick with pre. He kissed my neck as he began the second thrust, his chest filling with a deep breath. I pressed my muzzle against his shoulder, my body relaxed now, but still clinging to him.
Damien soon took up a faster pace, but my pleasure now far outstripped the pain. I arched my back, pre plastering his hard stomach. He held me firmly, hips bucking against mine. His scent filled the air, a rich musk, and I breathed deeply. He grunted in pleasure, thrusting steadily, the thick length filling me over and over. My body was wracked with pleasure; I was helpless, unable to do anything except lie in his strong arms.
I don't know how long he fucked me, but it felt like hours. I heard nothing except his heavy breathing, felt nothing except his massive wolfhood penetrating me over and over and over... I began moving back into his thrusts, almost crying with pleasure. I ached to be filled, and each time he plunged into my body, I gasped in pleasure. There was nothing in the world except for the two of us.
He growled, a deep noise of animal ferocity, and opened his mouth in a snarl. For a second, I feared he was going to bite my throat, but he only clamped his jaws shut and began plowing into my tight tunnel with all his might. Each thrust pressed his knot a little further into me, but I was lost. I felt my own pleasure mounting, trembling on the summit of a strange and glorious mountain. I could tell that he was feeling the same by the way he panted as he plowed into me, the way his cock throbbed. He lunged forwards, lips locking with mine in a passionate kiss as he delivered the final thrust, knot forcing its way into my body. It was like an explosion had gone off in my mind. My breath caught in my throat, my vision trembled, I howled madly. As he was pouring a flood of cum into my tailhole, I loosed rope after rope between our bodies.
We both slumped into each other's arms, and slept.
My eyes were still closed, and I had no intention of opening them. Damien seemed somehow lighter, still resting on my chest. He had awoken before me, and pulled out. I felt strangely empty inside, but my entire body was transfused by a warm buzz.
"You know," he said, after what could have been an hour, "I'll make you a deal..." I made a quiet noise. "You could... Come work for me..." He licked my neck gently. "You'd have a good position, of course... But I wouldn't punish you if you didn't accept..."
It was a tempting offer.