Slave Hunter, Chapter Two.

Written by Wolfie Steel.

Tired and drained I head back down to the parking garage and to where my own car is waiting for me, as I reach out for the door handle I feel a strong paw on my shoulder, I turn to see Brandon standing behind me.

"Daniel, look I know this is going to sound a little bit forward, but the thing is well I live alone and I know that you do too, well I was kind of wondering if we could well you know maybe make each other not quite so alone"

As he is talking I can see that his left foot paw is shuffling on the ground and so I know that he is as nervous as all hell.

"So Brandon, after a couple of hours of passion you think we are close enough to become what, friends, boyfriends what?"

The Rottweiler shakes his head no.

"I'm not saying that at all, I am not all about the sex though I won't deny it was very good, the thing is, neither of us is getting any younger, the way I see it is that we can have a relationship that is not solely built on fucking each other's brains out. We are both in the prime of our lives and I know that when you first joined the force you were bullied badly about being gay but now you have a kindred spirit in me and I know that you won't get any more shit from the others, especially when they find out that we're together, I mean come on hon, this is New Scotland Yard not the Military, so what do ya say?"

I give Brandon's idea a lot of thought and I must admit that waking up next to him every morning would be my idea of heaven, and I do know that no one in the office would say anything against us being together because after all, he didn't get his nick name of "Ball Crusher James" for nothing and as he said, this is New Scotland Yard in 2012 and not from the Victorian era.

"Okay Brandon I'm willing to give us a whirl, and I mean everything that makes a successful relationship including sex, but at least for now I will be keeping my own home, because should we not work out, then at least I won't be made homeless"

The Rottweiler nods his head in agreement.

"Okay Detective Daniel Hunter, would you care to join me for some breakfast and then you can either sleep at my place or you can head home and sleep there"

At this moment breakfast and sleep sound so appealing.

"Okay Brandon, I will join you for breakfast and I will stay at yours to sleep because I'm just so very tired, and now I think I can let my guard down a little, just call me Daniel"

Brandon chuckles a little and takes the piss out of me.

"Well fuck me; hold the front fucking page, the tight ass Detective finally loosens up"

For his trouble I give him a sharp slap to the butt as he walks away laughing.

"Okay Daniel, I will take my car, you follow on behind me okay?"

I give him the thumbs up and I tiredly climb into the driver's seat of my car. I fire up the engine and wait for Brandon's Jaguar to pass me, as he does so I put my Mustang into gear and follow him out of the parking area. We drive for two hours through the city streets of London and then we find ourselves out in the countryside.

We turn left onto the beginning of a gravel drive and wait for the electronic gates to open, once they are open we both drive up the driveway to the front of the house which is a beautifully modern two storey house. I pull up just behind Brandon's car and get out of the driver's seat.

"So Brandon, being the Captain at Scotland Yard obviously pays better than being a Detective, very nice, I'm impressed"

Brandon gives a small giggle.

"Actually Daniel, the place doesn't cost that much to run, I don't pay for my electricity because I have both Solar Panels on the roof and a wind turbine at the top end of the rear garden, it doesn't cost much to heat it either as it is built with materials designed to help conserve energy and heat, so basically in the Winter it is wonderfully warm, and in the Summer, when we get one that is, it is kept at a cool temperature"

As Brandon approaches the front door it opens automatically, man this place puts my pokey London flat to shame. As we enter the house there is a computer voice heard.

"Welcome home Mr. James, sensors have picked up the presence of a guest, would you like me to dim the lighting to entertainment level?"

Even through Brandon's black fur I could tell that he was blushing.

"Thank you Delta, but no, Mr. Hunter and I will be having breakfast and then heading to bed"

The computer was obviously programmed to recognise that Brandon was gay.

"Very good sir, I will close the curtains in your bedroom and I will activate the alarm system once you have both eaten and gone to bed"

We both enter the most modern of kitchens that I have ever seen, there is every conceivable labour saving appliance known to fur. Brandon motions for me to sit at the breakfast counter which I do without question.

After ten minutes there is an assortment of cereals and a plate of buttered toast on the work surface, Brandon sits at the other side of the breakfast counter facing me.

"So Daniel, what do you think about Bo Jangles, do we go in hard and fast or do we put a plant in the club?"

I think about the options ahead of us as I take a bite of my toast.

"Well, I think going in all guns blazing would be the wrong thing to do, after all we don't know the set up, we don't know how many kids they are holding there, we also don't know if any of the captors are armed and if so how they are armed, so a plant would be better and I know just the guy to use"

Brandon tilts his head in confusion.

"Who do you have in mind hon?"

I sigh happily at him calling me hon.

"Well there really is only one guy that can pull it off as he looks young enough to be a kid, Matthew Wolf the new Dalmatian that joined us a few months back"

The Rottweiler gives a gentle nod.

"I know the one you mean, but we are going to have to be careful using a newbie, if he gets found out then it could well be deadly for both him and the kids"

I wink slyly.

"Oh don't worry sweets, I don't intend to lose anyone, Matthew will wear a wire and there will be a back-up team waiting should he get into trouble, besides the kid knows what he is doing, obviously we won't force him to do it, but I think you will find that he will be ready willing and able"

Brandon finally agrees to the use of a plant at the club, we then finish our breakfast and put our dirty dishes and plates into the dishwasher, Brandon then takes me by the paw and leads me to his bedroom, inside the room, there is a dim light on and the curtains have been closed, there is a double bed, a computer desk with a top of the range computer set-up on top of it, a TV, a Bank of computer monitors, an Xbox 360, a Playstation 3 and an expensive Hi-Fi system. Brandon releases my paw and begins to remove his soiled clothing.

"I hope you don't mind Daniel, but I sleep in the nude"

I murr softly as I see his naked body in all its glory.

"Well let's face facts here Brandon, I haven't exactly got a pair of pyjamas to wear myself so I guess we will both be nude"

Brandon sniggers a little.

"You know that I intend to SLEEP you smutty Husky"

I look at Brandon and give my best fake shocked look.

"How very dare you sir, nothing else was crossing my mind"

Brandon looks down at my semi hard cock.

"Yeah right, you are not fooling anyone"

Brandon climbs into bed and holds the bed sheets up for me to follow suit, I slowly climb into the bed and Brandon calls for the computer to shut off the light and go into secure mode. With the lights out and the security system active I lie on my side, my back facing Brandon's back as we both begin to drift off to sleep.

I feel Brandon tossing and turning in bed, it seems that the curtains that cover the window in his room are not quite holding back all of the daylight, suddenly I feel him roll over so that his muzzle is facing the back of my neck, his breath feels warm as it rushes across my neck fur, I then realise that is not the only warmth that I am feeling, it seems that I'm not the only one who is suffering the ravages of a hard-on, I sleepily turn my head and speak.

"Brandon honey, you said something about needing sleep, well I do too, I mean I'm not complaining about having your weapon of ass destruction poking in my butt, but we both need to rest"

The only reply that I get is a small groan and an arm wrapped around my waist. Well I guess I might as well enjoy the feeling so I let my tail drape over his waist and finally settle in for a deep sleep.

. . . . . . . . .

I wake up a few hours later to an otherwise empty bed, my eyes begin to focus again and I see the naked Rottweiler sitting at his desk and working on his computer. I slowly get out of the bed and stand behind his seat.

"Hey babe, what are you working on?"

One of Brandon's paws comes up and gently scratches between my ears as he replies.

"Well hon, years ago, when I first found out that I was gay, I started keeping a computer diary, ya know the sort of thing, guys I liked and guys that I had been with and such, well it kind of died off after a few weeks because sure there were a few guys that I wanted to be with, but there was never any one that I managed to bed. I did make a few entries sixteen years ago, you see there was this young and fresh faced Husky that I had got a massive crush on, man what I wouldn't have done to get into his pants, well I thought I better update the diary to say that I had finally managed to take the Husky's seed up my butt"

I give off a sound that is part murr and part chuckle, I then lick his neck affectionately.

"So Daniel, I vote that we stay off work until tomorrow afternoon, and then we will go into the office and set up the raid, for now though it is a beautiful day outside, so why don't we get dressed and head out to the local shopping mall, and give our credit cards a bit of a bashing, and then go somewhere nice for a quiet picnic?"

Oh gods, I hadn't realised that beneath that rough, bad dog exterior was a pure romantic just aching to be set free.

"Ya know sweetheart, I haven't been on a picnic date in like forever, so that sounds like an incredible idea, it will also give us a chance to talk more about us and what lies ahead of us"

Brandon saves the diary entry on his computer and stands from his seat.

"Delta, please activate the shower at my usual temperature and deactivate the internal alarm system"

The computer processes his request.

"The shower is now active at a steady 30 degrees and the internal alarm system is now deactivated so free movement around the house is now permitted"

Brandon then takes hold of my paw and leads me to the wet room, as we enter we are met by a wall of steam, even without standing under the stream I feel the effects of the steam on my fur and body, all the aches and pains are beginning to ease.

We both stand facing each other under the stream of shower water, our muzzles slowly getting closer; Brandon tilts his head to the left while I tilt mine to the right and finally our muzzles lock in a deep and passionate kiss.

We wrap our arms around each other's body and take each other's butt in our paws, our bodies become one as we pull each other close, never once breaking the sweet, sweet kiss, our tongues battle for supremacy until eventually they wrap around each other. Soft moans leave each of our muzzles as the passion of the kiss gets deeper.

After many moments of kissing and butt groping, we both pull apart from each other and continue to get clean from the shower.

"You know what Daniel, I don't think that there has been a day when I haven't dreamed of kissing you in the shower, and let me tell you, it was everything I expected it would be, plus so much more"

I blush heavily under my fur at the compliment, we then begin to step from the shower and Brandon gives the computer the command to shut off the shower and activate the huge fur driers, there is an instant whoosh as the room is turned into a hurricane, other fans along the top of the walls start up and take the steam from the room.

After five minutes of having our fur dried we both step from the wet room and grab towels which are hanging from rails and wrap them around our waists.

Once we are both dressed Brandon makes a picnic basket full of delightful goodies which is then loaded into the trunk of his car, as we both leave the house Brandon closes the door and the house computer goes into secure mode.