Shots Fired
A bored officer and his Police Chief have some fun in the office.
This piece of fiction contains sexual acts between two men in a semi-public setting. You have been warned. Anything else is not my fault.
In a moderately sized town, inside of a nondescript building, within a modestly sized, cluttered office, sat the small precinct's Police Chief - Chief Grant Conway. Spread across his desk was mound upon mound of paperwork in various states of completion along with an ancient computer monitor connected to an aging computer next to the desk. The bear himself sat with one arm propped on a smaller pile of papers, his head propped on said arm and gazing with something approaching concentration at the paper resting under his other paw. Said brown-furred paw scratched the pen in it back and forth across the surface of the page - idly doodling nothing in particular onto the corner of one of his officer's reports.
A knock came at the open door frame of his office an instant before Officer Chance Myers' gold-furred head poked around the corner. "Yes?" He asked.
"Hey Chief! What're you up to?" Chance inquired, stepping into the office.
The chief calmly settled his paw over the doodling that represented how un-busy he was and said simply, "Paperwork." The leanly muscled retriever nodded at that and stepped closer to the chief's desk. When no follow up statement followed and Chance appeared to stall at the end of his desk the chief raised a brow at the dog and asked, "Did you need something officer?"
"Well Chief," Chance began, running one paw across the desk edge distractedly, "I'm a bit bored and I figure you've been sitting behind that desk all evening doing paperwork and would probably welcome a break. So, I thought since you've been working with me on how to properly handle a weapon, you might be up for firing off a few shots to give us something to do?"
He tried for a sultry smile then, which came out tentative but hopeful, tail wagging at a reserved pace. It at once made clear his intentions and just how nervous he was in asking. The chief regarded him in silence for a long moment. Chance's ears folded back for a moment in uncertainty, his tail slowing.
"Fine" Chief Conway said sliding back from his desk, "but you are going to need to be quiet."
Tail surpassing its previous pace, Chance hurried around the desk while Grant loosened his belt and opened his pants. Chance slid past the chief's chair to fold is frame under the desk. Then Grant slid back into the desk, his legs settling to either side of Chance's form.
"And you better swallow every drop. I don't want a mess on my uniform once we're done," he added.
Beneath the edge of the desk his hefty sack was pulled out into the open air, a portion of his thick shaft already protruding from his sheath. Resting a paw on the inside of each of Chief Conway's well-muscled thighs Chance leaned forward to take in a deep lung full of his growing arousal. He began licking and nibbling at Grant's sheath near the base where it met his sack. As Grant's shaft hardened Chance used his tongue to help work the sheath back. The shaft, under its own weight, settled onto Chance's muzzle before lifting off of it at a slight angle once it reached full hardness. In its final push to arousal the shaft trailed a bit of pre between Chance's eyes as it rode up the curve of his muzzle.
Pulling back with a little smirk Chance had just enough space to press his cold nose against the sensitive tip before closing his muzzle around it and sliding the first half of the shaft into his muzzle. 'Sometimes it's useful being short' Chance thought, considering that, had he been taller - or really bigger in any way - this whole thing would be rather uncomfortable. As it was he had room enough to maneuver comfortably. The chief jerked in his chair at the shock of cold against his shaft head. Grant slid one paw under the desk and gently thumped Chance on the top of his muzzle. "Behave," trickled down to him from above the desk in a gruff whisper. The paw closed gently on the side of his muzzle - which he had not moved after enclosing the top half of Grant's shaft - and, with a slight pull, began to guide his head forward. Obligingly, Chance began to bob his head along the length, adding some light suction. Grant's paw stayed where it was for a few strokes before petting the side of his muzzle. A stroke later, as Chance moved in along the shaft, Grant's paw traveled further back to cradle the back of his head for an instant. Chance obeyed and held his position, nursing at the shaft while the chief's paw slid down his neck and into the collar of his shirt. Once inside they grazed along a hidden band of soft leather. 'Yes Chief,' Chance thought, 'I wore it. Just like you like.' A finger hooked under the hidden collar and gave in a small tug. No instructions there, just enough to let them both acknowledge and enjoy its presence. Chance returned to his efforts and as his paw slid free Grant returned it above the desk. Chief Conway returned to pretending to work, more engaged than before - though not with his work. Still, even with his mind understandably distracted, the chief managed a slightly higher productivity level than he had been before. Every few minutes or so a particular move by Chance would cause him to flex a paw or stretch an arm. Attempting to disperse his reaction to each bolt of pleasure in the least obvious ways he could think of. But beside that, in his effort to look like he wasn't getting head from one of his officers under his desk the chief actually managed to get a little work done.
It was some time later when another knock came at Chief Conway's door frame. Looking up he made note of the female tiger standing in the doorway. Brooke Cunningham, one of his other officers. "Yes?" he asked.
Stepping inside the tiger addressed him. "I'm heading out shortly Chief. Just wanted to update you on where I left things before I leave. He nodded and she began to run him through anything she thought he might need to know between now and when he saw her again tomorrow. Resting his hands on the edge of his desk Chief Conway did his best to be attentive. In truth he was having a great deal of trouble focusing on what she had to say. He was realizing that his balls were more than ready to empty themselves. A moments thought supplied the realization that if Officer Cunningham was preparing to leave then it must be nearly 9 in the evening. Which meant that Chance had been teasing away at his shaft for nearly an hour without bringing him close enough to orgasm for him to have noticed any urgency. Now though, Chance was going at it for all he was worth. 'Naughty dog,' Grant thought, 'he's getting really good at this.' Tightening his grip on the desk's edge the Chief let out a slow breath that desperately wanted to be a groan and devoted himself to holding back, despite Chances efforts. Clasping his hands in front of him on the desk he did his best to suppress his pending orgasm. He tensed his grip, toes flexing in desperation as he did his best to listen to Cunningham and hold everything in until she left. It was going to be a close call. It depended entirely on what all she had to say.
Fortunately, there wasn't too much and a few moments later she was clearly wrapping up.
"That's it Chief," she said finally. By this point Chief Conway had return his hands to the edge of the desk and had something of a death grip on the surface.
"Very well," he managed, succeeding to sound normal even though his body felt ready to burst from the tension. "Have a good evening, Cunningham."
"You too Chief," she replied, turning to leave "Don't spend all night behind that desk. You have to _use_those muscles you know." She left with a little laugh which the Chief managed a strained echo of. Fortunately, she moved off quickly and Chief Conway abandoned his attempts to fight off his release.
Hunching over his desk the muscles all along his broad body tensed in desperate anticipation and he rode the last little way over the peak. Managing to hold back vocalizations to only a few quiet grunts his body shook with the effort to keep from thrusting while he released the load Chance had been building in him for the better part of an hour. Below the desk Chance eagerly swallowed every drop of the huge load. He'd run three fingers up the exposed edge of the Chief's shirt to feel his strong abdominals tense with his release.
A long moment later Chief Conway settled back into his chair with a contented sigh. Leaning back, he looked down and Chance under the desk, who was still holding his softening shaft in his muzzle. Bring a paw down he rubbed Chance's cheek. "That was good pup, very good," he said softly. Chance's ears flicked forward and then back at his surprise of hearing Grant call him that while they were still at work. The paw on his cheek slid down his face and into his collar once more. Two fingers hooked into the leather and tugged - tightening it against his neck. The Chief spoke again, a bit of a growl having entered his voice, "That was also very naughty pup. You tried to make me shoot while I was talking to Cunningham." Grant began to run the claw on his thumb across the boundary where Chance's leather collar was tight against his fur. "Because of you I now have claw marks on my desk," His growl acquired a bit of anticipatory warmth but lost none of its authority. "We will deal with the consequences for those shenanigans later."
"Yes sir," Chance replied, managing to sound at least somewhat contrite and only a little excited.
Pulling his paw back the warmth faded from Grant's voice. "Now take a moment to compose yourself and get back to your desk Officer Myers," Chief Conway said. Sliding back, he closed himself up and got up to redo his belt. "Yes sir," Chance replied again, unfolding himself from under the desk. Standing he stretched his arms over his head, feeling the strain despite his favorable height. Turning he left the Chief's office with a simple, "Later Chief." Heading down the hall he made for the restroom. He was going to be 'disciplined' later so he would get in trouble if he got off now but he did pre a lot and he wanted to wipe things up a bit before he returned to his desk - or things became obvious.
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