[SS-1599] Human K9

HUMAN K9

The summer sun bore down on the K-9 training field, heat radiating off the hoods of the cruisers. Officer D stood tall, cool in his dark uniform, one hand casually wrapped around the leash of his human K-9, D-Doug. D-Doug knelt shirtless at his side, sweat glistening on his sculpted chest, the black harness tight around his torso—nipples stiff, abs twitching with tension. His cock was already hard in his jockstrap, the front soaked with precum.

Across the grass, Officer G leaned against his cruiser, eyes locked on them. His own K-9, G-Doug, crouched obediently by his boots—leaner, tighter, wearing nothing but a matching black harness and a snug, bulging thong. His mouth was slightly open, panting softly, tongue licking across his lower lip like he could already taste the night ahead.

“You’ve been working D-Doug hard,” Officer G called, voice low and teasing. “Looks like he needs to be… let off leash.”

Officer D smirked. “He only runs when I say so. Don’t worry about mine. Worry about keeping yours from humping the cruiser.”

G-Doug growled at the taunt, hands flexing on the pavement, his cock visibly straining against the thin fabric.

“Easy,” Officer G murmured, stroking his partner’s jaw. “You’ll get what you want soon.”

That evening, after drills had “officially” ended, the four met behind the training shed—out of sight, deep in shadow. The grass was still warm underfoot, already damp from the heavy air and heavier tension.

Officer D tossed D-Doug’s leash aside. “You’ve been good,” he said, brushing a hand through his partner’s damp hair. “Go show him.”

D-Doug crawled forward—slow, hungry—his leaking bulge bouncing with each movement. His eyes locked on G-Doug’s. Officer G unclipped G-Doug’s leash and stepped back, unbuckling his belt with one hand, stroking his cock with the other.

The two K-9s circled, breathing hard. Then, with a silent growl, they lunged—grabbing at each other, lips crashing, teeth grazing sweaty skin. D-Doug licked across G-Doug’s neck, bit down gently on the harness strap while grinding their hips together, precum smearing fabric to fabric.

Hands gripped skin, mouths sucked on nipples, tongues fought for dominance as the officers watched from just feet away—hard, stroking, commanding.

“They really are animals,” Officer G whispered, pulling his cock fully out and slowly jerking it.

Officer D didn’t respond. He was too busy unzipping his pants, free hand wrapping around D-Doug’s leash again as he stroked himself with purpose.

When D-Doug finally mounted G-Doug, rutting against him through their jocks, hips grinding deep and slow, G-Doug moaned and tilted his ass higher. Officer G stepped in and yanked him upright by the harness.

“Uh-uh,” he growled, his cock brushing against G-Doug’s slick hole. “You don’t get to finish unless I say so.”

D-Doug turned to Officer D, mouth wet, eyes wild. “Please, sir…”

Officer D yanked the leash tight, forcing D-Doug to choke slightly on the sudden tug. “You don’t speak unless spoken to, boy.”

The obedience. The filth. The sheer, aching need.

Officer G and Officer D locked eyes—partners in law, and now in something darker.

“Next time,” Officer D said, breathless, tip of his cock nudging D-Doug’s lips, “we bring the cuffs.”

Officer G grinned, pressing against G-Doug’s hole. “Already packed them.”

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