"Quid pro quo, kid. I'll let you go if you do me a favour," you grunt, your intense stare cowing the young pitbull.
"Quid crow... what?" the dumb jock-type dog responds.
"Means, I give you something," you huff with annoyance, they get dumber every year don't they? You wave the false-ID in the air in front of him almost tauntingly. "And you give me something," you growl. You didn't like this part, not one bit. You get up in the dog's face, the slightly taller pitbull squeaking nervously as you nose practically bumps into his, him having difficulty leaning his head down enough through his big, meaty pecs. Kid probably had more muscle in his head than brain. You grab at his basket and he yelps, whining like the pup he is.
"S-sir, you can't possibly," he starts. "That's sexual harassment," he tries indignantly.
"And who's going to believe you?" you reply. Inside, you're panicking a little, the boy's right. He's dumb, but even he knows what you're doing is way out of your jurisdiction. You always thought you'd never go corrupt, and yet here you are, trying to trade a boy's diploma for a fuck. A fuck you didn't exactly think you'd enjoy no less.
"Please, sir. I'm not..." he pleads with you, begging for anything else.
"Deal or no deal, cupcake," you respond stoically.
You can see the kid beginning to cry, something unbefitting such a massive dog. He might try to look tough on the outside, but this kid's a pansy. He just nods his head, conceding to your demand. You actually feel bad for him. The kid lacks the experience to stand up to you, his naivety getting the best of him. In his position, he must feel like he's caught in a dragnet, lose everything or succumb to this predatory wolf officer. You almost want to call it off.
Almost.
"Not here," you grunt. The dog just nods and sobs into his hands as he follows you to your car. The trip is in silence, the guy looking out the window and avoiding eye contact with you. He must be regretting what him and his buds decided to do. Reflecting on how stupid he was being. In part, you'd consider it a job well done, setting the boy up on the straight and narrow. 'Cept of course, for the part that is to come... which is definitely not straight.
You arrive at your house, one of the few things you own that you could take pride in. It was small, quaint as an estate agent would put it. There are good and bad memories here. Poker nights with the guys, bouts of rough sex with your fair share of hot babes and of course, nights where you and Deanna would snuggle up close to one another. Yes, you had good and then you had bad memories.
There's no passion to this play. No, bursting through the door, spinning around and assaulting the pit's mouth as you both race to undress the other. No, it's more alien than that. The dog looks around nervously, surveying the home of what he must think is a sexual predator.
You don't offer him coffee nor tea, and from the looks of it, the kid probably doesn't drink much except protein shakes and energy drinks. Oh, and alcohol, when he isn't getting busted by a cop.
Instead, you climb the stairs, the act an implicit command for him to follow. The boy tucks his short tail between his legs and obeys, his weight causing the stairs to creak in protest to his mass. You open the door to your room, the stale air rife with cologne, beer and many lonely nights.
"Sit," you bark, pointing at the bed. The boy whimpers, but your growling puts him in his place. He sits by the edge, his paws gripping at the side of the bed tightly. You get onto your knees and begin to unbuckle his jeans. You can smell him, the whole area stank of his sweat. You pull down his Joe-Boxers and you could wolf-whistle. The boy wasn't just built like a tank, he had a cannon to go along with it, and from the looks of it, plenty of ammunition too.
"I've... never been touched by a dude before," the pit says nervously. Truth be told, you've never done any shit like this before either. But you can't let him know that.
You give him a couple idle strokes, the feeling of another man's shaft in your paws is damn weird, familiar in so many ways, but different. The dog's breathing gets shallower, you can hear it. As that monstrous shaft comes to life, you can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. You never really considered yourself 'small.' Five inches was damn well respectable. Maybe not compared to some wolves, but on average, yeah, pretty damn respectable. However, your mind flashes to that Italian stallion Deanna ran off with, that guy was so big, you could see his thing sticking out of that bitch in the 'home-video' even when he was as deep as he could go. And this kid... he was no less impressive.
It takes two hands and several minutes to get him up, his nerves making it hard to get hard. You stare at his massive length, giving it a few strokes to make sure he stays up. You've been dreading this moment, scared of putting that thing into your mouth. You slowly stick your tongue out and give it a cursory lick on the thick head. It tastes awful, like he never cleans his dick or something.
"Shit, boy," you snarl, spitting out your mouth. "Fucking clean that shit." He nods furiously, anxious because of your displeasure.
However, he doesn't go immediately. He twiddles his thumbs and asks, "Are you coming too?"
You snarl with annoyance, "Does it look like I want to take a shower with you?" With a yelp he runs off, not even asking where the bathroom was. He's dumb, but he's not that dumb, you hear the water running after a couple of seconds.
You lie back on your bed, wondering if you should just call it off, save both of you a psychological mess. You can't believe that you're doing this, blackmailing a fucking kid into letting you suck him off. Just... what were you thinking?! This is a bad idea. A fucking bad idea.
You hear the fur-dryer going off and in moments, heavy footsteps plodding their way back to your room. He stands buck-naked in the doorway, his muscular frame filling it completely. As he nears, you smell the spicy scent of your fur conditioner on him, the scent mixing with his own strong masculine musk. You have to admit, there's something about his scent that's attractive. Of course, you curse yourself out for that thought.
That shower seems to have changed him a bit, not physically, but mentally. You can't quite put your paw on it. He still looks like a nervous wreck, but yet, there's a determination to him that wasn't there before. And more importantly, you see that he's still hard, maybe even more aroused than before.
To your surprise, he doesn't sit at the edge of the bed like you had hoped, but he gets onto your bed and plays the big spoon. You're paralyzed with fear, and you can tell your 'partner' is just as apprehensive.
"Is something wrong?" he asks.
"No," you reply without thinking. Your heart freezes when you catch yourself say it. This is not what you had planned. You had decided to have a quick suck, drain the kid of a few pounds of muscle. But now... you're being spooned and the big college frat dog is roaming your body with his paws, slowly taking off your shirt. Never did you think he'd be trying so hard. He must really want to keep his scholarship or whatever he's fighting for, because from the looks of it, he thinks you're a subby wolf who wants his cock. So he's gonna damn well give it to ya.
As he pulls down your jeans and briefs, your tail instinctively flicks to cover yourself. Of course, being as dense as he was, the pit thinks you're playing with him, a look of anxious determination on his face. You don't want to get fucked by him, you have your pride. But then again, you always did have a knack for being where you're not supposed to be and on this guy's cock is one of them.
You scream in pain as he tries to get in the first time. The dog panics as you do so, thinking he might be blowing his chance. He apologizes over and over like a broken record. You shut him up with a threat and that's all it takes for him to get back to business.
You're glad he's taking you doggy style, you don't think you could stand to watch his dumb face as he bangs you. You can hear him grunt as he pushes into you. It feels weird. Not bad, but weird. Apart from the pressure at your anal ring, you don't feel much. But that pressure you did feel, it was pleasant. Surprisingly so.
For the dog, you can tell he's finding it surprisingly pleasant as well. If the drool landing on the back of your neck was any indication. "I'm gonna..." he moans lowly. "I'm gonna cum." He tries to pull out, but you force him back in, arcing your back into him. The pit lets out a yelp as his first load splatters its way into your intestines and the moment of truth arrives...
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