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Hey everyone,

here it is a story I've been writing in the past few days. By far it's the kinkiest one I have ever written, for sure I had fun putting it down on the page and I hope you will like it ;-) You can show me that with a fave, a vote or a comment! I want to thank, as always, my mate, Gritou, for helping me with the editing, you are the best!

It was a nice day, with the sun generously warming everything with his rays, illuminating the fields full of golden crops and the sparse groves lying among them. It would have been a pity to pass such a day inside, brooding over papers and modules, so Chris took the chance of having the afternoon free to take the car and go somewhere out of town. He hadn't decided were exactly yet, but the otter just enjoyed the freedom and the adrenaline rush of driving with the wind ruffling his short fur.

He would probably keep moving in the countryside until he would find the perfect spot, maybe a secluded pond or a small stream where to take a dip. As with all otters, he just loved to swim and in such a warm day the thought of drying off at the side of fresh body of water was just perfect. And maybe, if it was really secluded, he could go skinny dipping, giving in to his more feral side, and maybe his paws would wander and...

The very idea made him painfully hard, so he just increased the speed, as if to get to that ideal place faster, not noticing the black and white car staying at one side of the country road. He was woken up from his dreams by the unmistakable wailing of a siren.

"Shit!" He cursed after a quick look in his rearview mirror made. The police car signalized him to pull over and he, as good a citizen as he was, did that, stopping in the shadows of a big oak guarding the street.

Through the mirror he saw the car stopping just behind his, and a burly rottweiller with the police uniform getting off of it, his eyes protected by mirrored sunglasses that didn't let other furs see them. Chris tried to discern the cop's mood by his body language, but unfortunately all he could understand was that he was a big dog doing his work and with no tolerance toward nonsense.

Despite that, he tried to paint his best smile on his short muzzle and to not look afraid or suspicious, and reminded himself to be as much collaborative as possible. The cop would only do a standard control and let him go, he wasn't doing anything wrong, right?

Breathing deeply, he turned toward the manly fur now standing beside his car and kept smiling.

"Is anything wrong, officer?" He asked, his voice a bit wavering.

"You were 10 mph above the limit, son." The rottweiller rumbled, his face set in a stern mask. Chris tried to see if his ears were moving, you could always read a canine by his ears and tails, but they were still, not threatening the hat posed between them.

"Was I, officer? I didn't realize that sir, I'm sorry!" He smiled, trying to win over the big dog with the charm of an innocent otter. He wasn't sure it worked, since there wasn't any change on the unyielding muzzle.

"You were son, you should always respect the limits. Not keeping attention isn't an excuse." The cop said in a flat tone, fishing a rectangular electronic device obviously designed to spit out fines.

"You are right, officer, I'm sorry officer, I won't ever do that again!" The lutrine pleaded, trying desperately to not get the fine.

"Please show your license, son." The manly canine ordered, extending his black paw to further stress his command.

"Y-yes officer." Chris summered, while his shaking paw went to his pocket and retrieved his wallet. He gasped once he opened it, noticing in panic that his license wasn't where it usually should be. Glancing in the cop's direction, patiently waiting for the document to be handed, he began to search for it in the car, hoping that it could have fallen from his pocket somehow. His hunt grew frantically by the minute, and then he finally gave up, fear grasping his heart.

"I-I d-don't find it officer, I must have for-rgotten it at home." Chris stuttered, this time not trying to sound in control and showing all his panic.

"That's bad son. Please, get out of your car." The rottweiller dryly invited him while stepping aside to let him open the door. The lutrine obeyed, standing unsurely on his feet, and waited for the next order, too dumbfounded to think straight.

"Good boy. Now, hands on the hood." The police fur spoke.

"W-what?" The otter muttered, not understanding the order.

"Hands on the hood, son." The dog in the blue uniform said again, with some impatience showing.

"I-I don't understand, I-I just drove over the limit and not have the license, what is the use to-" He tried to reason with the officer.

"I said, HANDS ON THE HOOD!" The cop barked, flashing his teeth.

"O-okay." The scared otter complied, finally putting his hands on his car's hood and slightly bending.

"Spread your legs, son." The rottweiller ordered next from behind Chris shoulder.

"Why do I-"

"Spread your legs." He repeated menacingly, and then snorted when he saw the lutrine obeying.

Chris remained there for a few minutes, not knowing what would come next, then he felt a couple of paws patting on his side, obviously searching for weapons and similar things. He just endured that, with the officer patting every inch of his body, then groping a bit to be sure, paying close attention to his ass and one paw even groping his junk. In his panicked mind he didn't ask himself why the cop did that, he just wanted it to be over and be left unscathed the situation.

Finally the inspection finished and those big paws left his body. But it wasn't over yet.

"Put your hands behind your back." The cop rumbled, and this time Chris didn't ask any question, just meekly did what he was ordered. Then he felt the cold bite of a handcuff encircling one paw, then the other, and he snapped from his trance.

"Officer, please don't arrest me!" He cried, fearing what he was going to do.

"I'm afraid I have to, you are too suspect son, it's the rule." The burly dog swept the plea aside while making the poor lutrine turn.

"I didn't do anything wrong! I just forgot my license, and drove a little faster, please officer!" He once again cried in terror.

"I can't do anything son." The policefur replied calmly, then pushed Chris toward his car.

"Please officer, I will do anything, anything!" The otter whimpered in desperation. And he really meant it, being arrested would be the end of his career, he would be fired so he wouldn't have a salary, he would lose his house and be forced to live in the street!

The cop stopped. "Anything, you say?"

Seeing a glimmer of hope, the slim lutrine renewed his proposition. "Yes sir, anything, just name it and I will do!"

The imposing dog remained silent for some seconds, pondering on that offer. Those seconds were terrible for Chris, he had a hope but it could be smashed quickly and he could end up in a smelly cell. He didn't dare to add more though, and waited for the policefur to decide what to do with him.

"That's interesting son. I might take on your proposal." The rottweiller finally said, turning toward the other male.

"You might? Okay, what do you wan-" He couldn't finish his phrase since he was interrupted by two manly, hard lips pressing against his own. He opened his eyes in shock, not believing what was happening, then managed to separate from the bigger fur and stubble a few feet away from him, managing to not fall even if, with his hands bound, he couldn't keep his balance. He just stayed there, panting, staring at the smirking dog in front of him.

"What the fuck!?" The otter cursed, not believing what just happened.

"You said that you would do anything, son. That's what I wanted." The cop rumbled, getting closer to the slim lutrine.

"But not that! I'm not gay!" He protested, still in shock.

"That doesn't matter. You are a pretty boy son, you will be requested a lot in jail... So, instead of being fucked several times, you will be only once." The cop explained, still coming closer.

"But-but!"

"No butts, except yours." He leered, having come close enough, then gave an explanatory grope of that delicious butt. "Now it's up to you: going to jail or being fucked by this big, mean rottie."

He remained like that, one paw groping the lutrine's ass, letting said fur think on the possibilities and of what choice he had. Chris did that quickly, realizing what he had to do, and simply nodded.

"Good boy." The cop chuckled, before attacking the otter's lips again. This time he was fiercer, and used his tongue to open them and invade the sweet, wet place they guarded, while his paws begin to explore and grope every part of the bound fur he could reach.

Chris remained passive, he really couldn't do much since his hands weren't free, so he endured the ministrations with his eyes closed, as if not seeing that wouldn't make it real. But the further the kiss went, the further he liked that, and to his horror he felt his cock getting harder by the minute. Then the cop pushed his hips, and he felt a much bigger bulge in those dark blue pants, and he shivered at the idea.

The dog chuckled in the kiss before separating, having felt the stiff erection in the other's pants when he smashed their pelvis. "It's always like that, you all claim that you aren't gay but you can't resist getting hard once a real man begins to play with you."

"I-I'm not gay!" The slim fur protested with a blush.

"Oh, yes? But I have a strong evidence that you like this." The cop said, moving his paw on the front and grabbing the hard otterhood, making its owner moan.

"It's not what you think!" He tried to reply, but it sounded weak to his own ears.

"I'm going to enjoy this, son. Turn around now, and don't even think of disobeying!" The rottie barked.

He did as told, and he heard the big dog handling his keys before feeling the cold bite of the handcuffs go away.

"Face me again, son."

He did that without protest, and looked again to his tormentor, standing there with a very obvious hard-on.

"On your knees." He demanded.

"Why?" The smaller fur asked in confusion. The only answer he got was a small, round brown eyebrow rising, and he understood it was his last warning, so he fell on his knees.

"Good boy." The muscled canine said, then his paws flew to his belt and his zipper, making his pants fall and leaving only his white slips to cover his huge cock. But that was hidden for just a few seconds, because the underwear was quickly lowered, releasing that pole of flesh from his cage, springing up and colliding with his clothed stomach before stopping in a upward angle.

That hard-on was big, bigger than the one Chris was sporting inside his pants in spite of himself, and red, an angry red, with the veins all along it and a massive knot resting at the base of it. He gawked the thing, unsure of what he had to do now and thinking that something that big can't ever fit inside him, it must have been nine inches! He looked up to the rottie with questioning eyes.

"Suck on it son." The dog explained, not doing anything. Chris gulped, he couldn't believe he was going to take another man's cock in his mouth...

Taking courage, he took the tool with one paw, so to get it at a better angle, and he had time to be amazed by the texture of it and his sheer thickness before a snort told him he had to begin. He opened his mouth and engulfed the pointed tip first, as a preliminary to the rest.

The cop moaned and bucked his hips immediately, getting some more inches past the sealing lips, with the otter gagging a bit for the sudden intrusion. He stayed still after that, content to have that much in a warm, wet hole, so the lutrine could get adjust to the alien feeling of having something thick in his mouth. And salty too, for the precum, and for something muskier that Chris suddenly recognized as cum. He wanted to spit that out in disgust, but he couldn't, the price would have been too high, so he let the thing rest there.

"Start moving your head, son!" The cop barked his next order, then added. "And remember to suck and move that tongue while doing that!"

He started that, first moving his head until only the tip was still in his mouth, then going back, trying to engulf as much as possible of that big, fat cock. He couldn't make it to its base though, not yet, and the alien object felt so hot and alive in his mouth, pulsing and spurting some pre every now and then on his tongue.

He didn't forget to suck on the big tool and to move his tongue, and he felt two paws lying on his head, scratching and caressing behind his ears. He felt heath rising on his cheeks once he noticed that his own hard-on was still up in his pants, even if he was sucking on one belonging to a very hunky cop abusing of his power to get sexual satisfaction. Said cop was moaning wildly, appreciating his ability, or lack thereof, his paws getting a better hold of his head and forcing him to swallow more of that thick pole.

That went for several minutes, and it culminated with his lips finally touching the knot, his mouth not being able to take that in it. He was surprised that he wasn't gagging, even if the tip of the doghood visited the depth of his throat at every bob, but that was happening, and judging by the sounds coming from above, it was very much liked. He increased the pace, hoping that cumming would meant the end of his ordeal, when the rottie stopped him and got his cock out, it obscenely slapped on his shirt-covered flat belly and smeared it with a mix of saliva and precum.

"You are a good cocksucker son." The policefur paternally said. "But the load stored in my balls belongs to your ass. Stand up now."

Chris stood up shaking, panting from the blowjob he had given and, embarrassingly, for the excitement. He didn't wait for the next order, he already knew what the rottie wanted, so his paws went to his belt and lowered his pants and his boxers, doing that slowly in the hope of gaining some time before the big moment. The vision of his hard otterhood made the cop chuckle.

"You are such a fag, even if you deny that. Now, bend over the hood for me, son, and lift that tail."

He didn't waste time this time, he heard the lust in the black canine's voice, it would be better not to make him wait, so he walked out of his discharged pants and bend over the hood, his thick tail raising as much as he could to show his most hidden area. He heard the cop coming closer, and then he felt two, big paws starting to grope his ass.

"Oh yes son, you have such a tight and musky hole, I see." The officer said, while exploring his back side, then taking his cheeks apart to let his cock nestle in the valley of his ass. "I can't wait anymore, hope you can handle a real man's cock without any lube, son."

"Wait, what? No, please, at least-Ahhh!" His protest changed in a whine when he felt the pointed tip first touching then penetrating. It was almost painful, having as a lube only the saliva coating the big tool along with the precum it produced, making the invasion dry and hot. The cop kept pushing inside the otter inch by inch, slowly, making it excruciating for the lutrine but also more bearable, in a way, since he began to adjust to it.

He finally came to a stop once the knot kissed that hole, and they both stayed still, painting, the cop enjoying the warm tightness, the otter trying to get accustomed to that big thing inside him. Unexpectedly, the almost pain was waning, and it was replaced by a feeling of fullness that was quite enjoyable. He shifted a bit to get his paws in a better position, and doing so he shifted around the cock, hitting something deep in his ass that sent waves of pleasure in his body. He couldn't resist but moan at the mysterious reaction, his cock regaining some of the stiffness he had lost during the initial penetration.

"Oh yes, you are a fag after all, you love to have a big, fat cock deep in your ass, son." The rottie rumbled. He didn't wait for Chris to say something, not that the otter would, and immediately started to buck off that tight ass, getting almost fully out of it before slamming his tool back in, hitting that strange spot again and eliciting a moan from the smaller male. The cop did that again slowly, enjoying the feelings, and the fact that he had transformed that unfortunate driver in a bitch, his bitch. He kept that pace for a couple of thrust, then he couldn't resist, and began to move much faster in that musky hole.

Chris was liking that treatment, no, better, he was loving to be fucked! He wouldn't have thought it could be so hot and exciting. His cock was bouncing at each thrust he received, throbbing in the need of release, and in his mind the sound of their balls slapping against each other was the hottest he had ever heard.

They continued the rutting, both moaning, the officer holding the slim hips of the lutrine for better hold, both getting closer to the edge. That was the reason why the rottie pulling out completely came as a surprise to the otter. He turned to face his abuser, questions in his eyes but not daring to voice them, in fear of losing that little bit of pride he had left.

The cop was there, his proud doghood standing out with its angry redness, panting but with his hat still in place along with the eyes-covering sunglasses.

"Lay on your back, over the hood. Now!" He barked, the need to cum evident, and the lutrine did just that, hastily because he craved to have that towering piece of meat inside. The rottie didn't wait for him to take position, he just approached him, took each leg and put them on his shoulder, then pointed his cock and just pushed it back.

This time was much faster and easier, the otter felt only the pleasure of being impaled, and soon they resumed the pace, hard, fast thrusts that made even the car trembled, now much deeper than before thanks to the arrangement.

Chris just moaned, even trying to buck his hips would have been too much, he just endured the feeling of that big cock, his own dick jumping every time the hidden spot was hit and covering his shirt with his precum. The cop was loving that, of course, the tender and warm ass massaging his manhood, and he felt himself coming closer to his climax. He folded the smaller male so to get better access, his muzzle coming closer to the lutrine's with his sunglasses in danger to fall.

The thrust got shorter and faster, his huge knot kissing the hole and getting almost in it with each push. Chris lusted for it to get inside, to feel that big ball of flesh penetrate him, and his wish was granted as the dog, with one, final, strong shove managed to get it in there. That was just too much for the otter, the pressure was too high and he found himself cumming over his shirt, ruining it, and moaning at the top of his lugs.

The sudden tightening of that hole was enough for the cop, he gave a couple more shoves and then emptied himself in the otter, extending his head so to take the neck of the abused victim in his maw, the ultimate proof of dominance.

They stayed there, the two of them panting, even if the rottie had to do that around a muzzleful of neck. He then released it and just crashed over the slim otter.

"That-that was awesome, Nick!" The otter said between pants.

"You always like this role-play, babe." The rottie chuckled, starting to nuzzle his lover.

"Oh yes, I'm always happy when we can do that." The other answered a bit dizzily.

"Eheheheh, that's why I rushed to the usual spot when you texted me, babe." Nick rumbled in his afterglow. "I hope you will get free again during my shift soon enough."

"I hope that too." The otter winked before luring his lover into a kiss.