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Hutch should have known that he would have been found eventually. He couldn’t dodge his debts forever, but he wasn't expecting just who was being sent after him. At the very least the young man was careful to avoid the busy streets, taking the damp, narrow alleys along the city.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” A voice from behind made Hutch freeze in his tracks. It was a voice that he knew all too well.

“Just the debt-dodger we were looking for.” Another voice joined in, being just as familiar. Gulping, he felt his blood running cold. They had found him just as he had no money and was out of time.

Before he could even run from them, there were two barks and snarls. The sounds of claws skittering over the concrete. A yelp came as the human was tackled to the cold, wet ground by the twins dobermans, only told apart by the colors of their studded collars.

He was finally found by Roscoe and DeSoto. And the two of them chuckled darkly as they held him down, making threatening growls that warned against him trying anything.

“It’s been two whole months. So where is it?” Roscoe asked simply.

“I... I don’t have it!” Hutch admitted. For as scared as he was, the pinned man knew better than to lie. “All I have is 5 bucks!”

“Pssh. That it? Five measly damn dollars?” DeSoto huffed. “That’s what we came all the way out here for?”

“I’ll get more! I swear!” Hutch pleaded. “Just...”

“Oh you’re all out of time,” Roscoe chuckled. “And we didn’t come out here for nothing. So... How about we strike a deal?”

“A d-deal?” Hutch asked, unable to hide the hopefulness in his voice.

“Yeah, you just go along with it and we’ll tell the boss that we couldn’t sniff you out,” Roscoe offered.

“We’ll give you another month,” Desoto offered, picking up where the other left off. “But after that.”

“N-no, I’ll have it!” Hutch assured.

“So we have a deal?”

Once they received a rushed nod, the two dobermans looked at each other and smirked. It was exactly how they predicted it would be. They knew very well that Hutch wouldn’t have anything close to the amount he owed and they made a plan to use that in their favor. And it had worked perfectly. If they were going to return to the boss with no money, they were going to at least make it worth their own time.

“Good. Now all you gotta do is just play along. Hehe. We’ll tell you what to do...”

The identical dogs had gotten into position. As they eased off of Hutch, they saw that he made no attempts to move, assuring them that he was no more than putty under their paws.

“H-Hey!” Hutch yelled at there was a sudden tugging at his belt. He looked down to see DeSoto snarling, shaking his head rapidly as he used his jaws to undo it. And without missing a beat, he had tugged down the human’s pants, exposing his flaccid cock. At least he didn’t have to go through the trouble of tearing those away either.

“Easy there...” The words were said with a small growl as Roscoe stood over him. “We made a deal and I don’t think now would be a good time to go back on your word, right DeSoto?”

Rather than saying anything, the other doberman was quick to take the human’s balls into his mouth, teasingly pressing his sharp teeth to the sack.

“A-alright!” Hutch agreed.

“Hmm, good boy...” Roscoe was now making his own move, standing up on all four paws before turning himself around. This of course gave the lying male a full view of the dog’s backside.

With his eyes wide, Hutch was staring directly into the dog’s dark, dangling ballsack. And with his tail being so stubby, he couldn’t help but take a peek at the dark pink tailhole underneath. This was the first time that he was looking at an animal in this way and before he could even process what was happening, Roscoe was lowering down.

Suddenly the red collared canine was sitting himself down on the human’s face, making a long and comfortable sigh as his tailhole pressed directly to the soft pair of lips. Shifting his hips, he ground his soft and sensitive pucker over them, enjoying the tingles of pleasure that raced up his spine.

“Now get to licking,” Roscoe demanded, quick to end the demand off with another threatening growl.

Hutch’s senses were immediately overwhelmed by the dog’s heavy musk. The scent of his sweaty backside filled his nose, striking his senses hard. This was the first time he experienced something like this and strangely enough, it was making him rather excited.

“Heh. It’s been a while since the boss gave us a bath, but I got a feeling you don’t mind,” Roscoe said. He smirked as he watched the human cock becoming erect, even without DeSoto teasing it. The two of them snickered as the red collared doberman pressed his pucker even closer to Hutch’s face. Under him the human made a muffled groan that only made their smirks widen.

“He folded pretty easily, huh?” DeSoto said. As his brother nodded, a moan came from him.

Finally, Roscoe could feel a slow lick being given to his hole. He shuddered again from the feeling, gaining further excitement from making the human rim his dirty hole. Another lick came and that was causing a stir in his own sheath, bringing the dark red tip of his cock into view.

The other canine now had what he wanted as well, that being the human’s cock. Whole Roscoe was always looking to be serviced, DeSoto preferred to dish out pleasure, but in his own signature style.

He was rough with the length, giving some quick laps with his long tongue that smeared spit over it. And once it was sloppy coated he took it into his mouth, purposely grazing his sharp teeth along the size. He saw Hutch’s legs tremble and that brought a rise of satisfaction.

Slowly, he took the length into his mouth, at least enjoying the shape of it as it ran over his tongue. It was rare that he got to do this to a human and he enjoyed that way that their cocks felt in his mouth, rather unique compared to his fellow canine. Once reaching the base, he was quick to tug his head back, once more grazing his teeth along, bringing both pleasure but lightly scratching along the way.

The two dogs worked together to overwhelm the debt-dodger. They hardly cared about the debt themselves, having no need for money. But their boss sent them out to collect. He just never specified that they couldn’t do some collecting of their own.

Hutch continued to breathe in the powerful scent that wafted from the moaning dog. His body was responding in the form of arousal and he realized that his mouth was watering. Before he knew it, the human was slowly dragging his tongue along the winking flesh, collecting the sharp taste of sweat. This in turn got a louder moan out of Roscoe.

And then he felt his cock being licking, sending unexpected waves of pleasure through his own body. They only got stronger as he felt a long and hot tongue curling around his shaft. Being smeared along was hot spit that clung to his skin. Just as he adjusted to the sudden touches there was something else, the feeling of it being quickly engulfed in even more warmness and now the tongue was all over his cock.

Alongside the burst of pleasure was just a pinch of pain, brought about by the blue collared dog keeping his teeth pinned to the top and underside of his cock, grazing them along. Rumbling growls could be heard and Hutch had to figure that they came from DeSoto, reminding him to stay in his place.

He couldn’t fight back moans of his own as the canine was suddenly blowing his cock with vigor, bobbing up and down, keeping his teeth close to the foreskin the entire time. The mix of pain and pleasure was nothing like he ever felt before. That combined with the strong smell and taste from Roscoe his mind was spinning from all of these sensations but the dogs were there to guide him.

Mid-lick, Roscoe pressed his body back and that pressed the tip of Hutch’s tongue into his tailhole. To his delight, the human only eased in more of his tongue inside, already licking at the borders of the panting dog’s ass.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” Roscoe groaned. “Get in there nice and deep. Show me how much you love my dirty fucking ass!”

DeSoto rolled his eyes as his brother was getting into it. But if his mouth wasn’t filled, he would likely be doing the same thing. For the time being, he was content to keep slurping on the pulsing meat in his maw, humming in pleasure from the streaks of bitter precum that fell onto his tongue.

While doing so he and the other doberman were stroking their cocks, both moaning from the pleasure and excitement they received. Roscoe’s cock was leaking a lot and he let the fluids fall onto Hutch’s shirt, soaking into the fabric. If there were any other dogs around they would know what it meant.

“Deeper!” he demanded, throwing his head back.

And in response, Hutch was borrowing his tongue deeper into the clenching passage, making more moan of his own as he was now twirling his tongue inside, forgetting about just what he was doing. The musk and feelings on his cock were all too much. All he wanted was more and he did that by going further; shoving the length of his tongue inside and grinding it along, pressing at the dog’s prostate.

As Roscoe yelped out in delight, DeSoto was moving on to the next step. He was moving his head faster but also pressing the shaft further into his maw. It ground over his tongue, still leaking stick strings of pre. With a sudden surge forwards, he buried his nose into the human’s crotch, forcing it down on his throat, making a growl that sounded almost like a purr.

Even as the cock was pushed into his throat, DeSoto never skipped a beat. With the muscles of his throat working around it, he was back to bobbing his head, doing so even faster, stroking himself at the same pace, marking the wet concrete below them via drips of his watery dog pre. To his surprise, Hutch was moaning even louder and even humping himself, shoving his cock in even deeper. In response the blue collar doberman just chuckled and doubled his efforts, moving his head along rapidly and pressing his teeth just a little closer, enough to maybe leave a mark or two for the human to remember him by.

“F-fuck...” Roscoe groaned. His prostate was being licked relentlessly and that in turn with stroking his cock was too much for him to take. With a bark and snarl, his body shook as he came, shooting thick ropes of his dog cum onto the human’s shirt and jacket, further marking him. While blowing his load he continued to grind his hips along the human’s face, smearing the musky spit over his lips.

Following suit, Hutch was pushed over the edge and treated DeSoto to a throat full of spunk. His eyes lidded as he felt the hot fluid running smooth down his throat. His short tail wagged and with a few more strokes, he went crossed eyed as he reached his limit, shooting his cum on the pavement and the human’s pulled down pants, making a total mess of his clothes.

Hutch was still dazed and lying on the ground with his cock leaking while the two dogs were soon walking away side by side. “And don’t forget your deadline. We don’t have to come back, ya hear?” Of course, that was exactly what the twins were hoping for...