One for the Books
This was going to be a contest entry, but I didn't submit it on time. >.< Anyway, special shout out to Daniel Yote for helping me write this! Couldn't have done it without him!
Dean belongs to Yote
Rott to me
Story- a collab with my dear friend Yote
Enjoy! (WARNING, MALE ON MALE, VERY VULGAR LANGUAGE!)
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The Doberman drummed his fingers on the crown Vic's steering wheel, eyes scanning the empty street as he stifled a yawn. The black and tan shifted in his seat, impatiently waiting the last two hours until the end of watch. He threw back what was left of his third can of Red Bull and groaned at his partner seated next to him. "Fuck man, is it me or are things really dragging today?"
The Rottweiler looked up from his game. He had been playing the newest version of his favorite zombie app game. "Wha? Fuck man I died again." Being a night shift SoCal cop usually meant having non-stop calls. Tonight was boring and totally dead. He snorted "Gives a new meaning to graveyard shift." He reached for his drink, a dark cappuccino, and sipped it carefully.
The Doberman chuckled softly and looked over at his partner, they had been working together for about two years now and they got along fairly well. To say nothing about the fact that the Doberman thought his partner would look great pressed against the wall while he hammered that ass was something else entirely. Sure they joked around a lot, but he wasn't sure about how his partner would take that confession. He was far from gay, talking about how much ass he got on the weekend and how often he plowed bunnies after his shift. He let out a disappointed sigh. "How the hell does Sergeant Toye expect us to write tickets every watch when he sticks us in the deadest part of town?"
"No idea man. Ugh I wish I could get out of this car... I feel cramped" Officer Rott rolled his shoulders and flexed, fidgeting with his seatbelt. He wondered if his partner Dean went home and thought of having his muzzle be fucked by rottie cock. The thought already made him even more uncomfortable. "FUCK man I need a bitch to fuck."
Dean snickered and looked over at his partner with a grin. "Watch is over in a couple hours, why don't you call up one of those badge bunnies I know you got in your phone." Or you could come to my place and let me tap that ass... He left unsaid, though if one looked closely they would see a bulge forming in his uniform trousers below his belt as his thoughts drifted. He thought of cuffing the Rottweiler and bending him over the hood of their black and white... Fuck that would be hot.
"Pfff they don't handle me well." He huffed and did his best not to look at the very toned Doberman next to him. Fuck he wished he could just take him home. He muttered what sounded like "You probably could" under his breath, and started to cough and sputter to try and cover it up. Glancing cautiously at the officer next to him, hoping he didn't hear him.
The Dobermans ears flicked and his eyes shifted sideways. He could have sworn he heard Rott say something before he coughed, but couldn't be sure. He was about to say something when a gray pickup flashed through the intersection in front of them, oblivious to the stop sign. "Well looks like Sarge is gonna get a ticket out of us after all" he reached down to the center console to turn on the overhead lights, running over a large hole in the road as he did so, his paw ended up in the other canines lap. He quickly retracting it, cursing himself silently under his breath. "Fuck! Sorry bro. Fucking potholes."
"Fuck man! Go or Johnson will get him!" He grabbed his coffee and made sure nothing would spill before flicking the lights himself. He strained to see what the pickup's license plate was, reporting it in as fast as he could. "Fucker is going to get an ass whopping!"
A few hours later, Dean let out a sigh as he removed his duty belt and hung it up in the locker, making sure to unload and clear his pistol, setting it on the top shelf. It felt good to take that thing off after a long shift, and so too would it be for his vest, soon. His personal reflection time was interrupted as a coyote entered the locker room, a set of 3 chevrons on each sleeve. "Heard you girls nailed a DUI? Good work on that." The coyote slapped the Doberman and Rottweiler on the back and turned and walked out, the Doberman following the coyote's rump with his eyes. Another ass he wouldn't mind plowing till the cows came home. Dude... What's wrong with you? He asked himself under his breath.
"I need to get laid" he said to no one in particular.
"Same." A grunt from Rott filtered from the other side of the lockers. He watched the black and tan canine eye his Sarg. He really wondered about his partner. He removed the rest of his clothes and walked to the shower; thankfully with no one around he could let his semi hard cock bounce as he washed himself.
The Doberman sighed and finished hanging his uniform in his locker, letting everything hang out as well as he stepped to the opposite shower and turned the water on hot, letting it cascade down his short fur, a soft moan escape his lips as he fondled himself lightly. His thoughts drifting back to the idea of bending a certain Rottweiler over the hood of his squad car.
Rott heard a moan, and almost jumped in shock, instead turning slightly to spy on his partner. Fuck he has a big cock..... He felt his own grow at the sight, wishing he could plow that ass until next week. He's probably thinking of some hot cheerleader....
The Doberman murred once more suddenly turning around to let the water hit the back of his shoulders, and he caught a glimpse of his audience's healthy erection, bringing a smile to his muzzle, he debated just grabbing Rott and having his way with him right there, but he needed to know something first. That his advances wouldn't be met with hostility, so he raised his arms over his head and stretched, letting out a loud moan as his shoulders popped, displaying his body boldly for his partner to see
Rott's eyes almost popped out of his skull and his jaw dropped to the floor; this Doberman was giving him a show. Blatantly. Hmmm guess I could go along with this. He stretched himself, fondling his now throbbing member. Stroking it lightly as the water hit him. "Like what you see pup?" His voice husky as he grinned and licked his maw.
Dean could hardly believe himself; he let out a stuff growl in response, strutting slowly over to the thick canine and standing close; the tips of their respective members just a breath away as he pondered what to do next. "Oh yeah, I like what I see all right." he growled, his eyes traveling up and down Rotts body "I can't tell you how long I've been wanting to do this.."
"What, be my little bitch?" Rott grinned and wrapped a paw around the slim Doberman, pulling him close and scratching down his back. "Why don't you wrap that nice maw around my cock?"
The Doberman grinned back at the Rottweiler, taking the paw placed on his side and tugging it to the side. "Actually, I was thinking the opposite." And with that he twisted the wrist in his paw, flipping the Rottweiler around and pushing him against the wall, his other paw reaching down and groping him roughly.
"Fuck where did you learn that?" He squirmed and fought, the Doberman was stronger than he first realized. After a few moments he knew he was pinned. "Fuck no I haven't been topped since high school!"
"Now you be a good boy officer Rott. And remember, Sarge is still here so I'd exercise that right to remain silent." He growled the words, grinding his cock against the squirming ass of his partner.
A feral growl started on his chest until he heard those familiar words. "Fuck you Dean." But his cock betrayed him. He would never admit he enjoyed this.
Dean grinned and pressed the struggling Rottie against the wall "I very much I tend to... Fuck you Rott", nipping and biting at his neck and ears, "well looks like you're gonna get topped again... What was it that you said... Oh yes... Bitch. Don't even try to deny that you want this." He growled, stroking the Rottweiler's cock as he plunged his own into his tight tailhole.
Rott gasped, but managed to keep his voice down to a low growl, he squinted at the slight pain he felt as his tight ass stretch around the thick Doberman cock. "Fuck! Ah! What the hell? Do you ever top?" He snapped and tried to bite at his captors paws, struggling until the end as he always did. His cock throbbed and dripped pre, letting Dean know exactly how much he enjoyed this.
Dean growled and began thrusting in and out of the Rottweilers ass, keeping him pressed against the slick surface of the wall while he continued to stroke him. "Oh I've topped once or twice. Now hush before Sarge hears. Only noises I want to hear from you are moans and groans, got it?" As if to emphasize his point he squeezed on the cock in his paw. "Besides, your cock is telling me you're having more fun than you're letting on."
"Mmmffff fuck youuuu ooooh...." His grunting moans were cut off, not wanting to lose this interesting game, but his cock spurted precum with every stroke. He barked loudly at the squeeze moaning as his knot began to form.
The Doberman growled, panting heavily into Rotts ear as he plowed into him roughly, the water making lewd noises that were barely heard above the running of the faucet. "Oooh I am, unghh.... fucking you....bitch. " he grunted, squeezing that knot as his own began to form, demanding entrance. "You think you can handle my knot little puppy?"
"Fuuuck I can take anything," he groaned loudly, "I'm no bitch..!" He struggled and moaned as he felt himself getting fucked by his partner. This sexy man he had wanted to top for years had him pinned against the shower wall. With every squeeze of his knot he felt himself closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck Dean just.... do it..."
Dean growled and gave one final thrust forward, slamming his knot inside the Rottweilers ass and continuing to thrust in him as he worked himself closer and closer to orgasm, the feeling of having this sexy partner of his pinned beneath him was driving him wild, most other guys that he topped weren't as defiant and he kind of liked it. He began to stroke the rotties cock vigorously "come on... Cum for me... Partner..."
"Never! Fuck!" He wouldn't break, he couldn't let him win! But damn did it feel good. His struggling only making matters worse by driving that large cock against his prostate. He couldn't hold out much longer, knowing it might only take a few more strokes of his cock. He moaned and gasped as his cock let loose the sticky gobs of cum all over his partners paw.
Dean grinned and nipped at his partners shoulder, stroking him furiously, wanting to see him empty his load. "Oohfuuuck... That's a good boy." He cooed, thrusting his own hips against the struggling. Rottweiler one final time, growling as he lost control of his orgasm, pumping a sticky hot load into his ass, easily filling him up as he held him against the wall. He wanted to scream it felt so good, but he refrained.
"I guess now we know who the bitch really is."
"Let's see you say that after round two."
The two canines panted and huffed. Both weary after such a struggle. Both of their ears perked at the sound of someone walking through the locker room. It was Sergeant Toye, and he was quickly headed towards the showers.
"Alright you two, what's the hold up? You girls blowing each other or something? I do want to go home tonight before the sun comes up."
"Fuck.... We will settle this later Dean."
"Agreed."
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