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The ride back to HQ was uncomfortable, but arriving was worse. Colleagues called out for Max and teased him in the showers. When he passed by the canteen, cheers and wild applause greeted him. He saw himself on the main screen, cumming gloriously, Lila's recording obviously looping for everybody's entertainment.

His attempts to flee and hide were swatted when a deep authoritarian voice boomed his name throughout the office. "Max Gawl! Into my office!" Freezing, Max gulped. Slowly turning, he faced the most intimidating stare of Brian Budge, head of the department, a hulking wolf of incredible proportions in all and every aspect, as Max knew better than most. The wolf growled fiercely, a deeply set rumbling silencing even what little remained of nearby chatter and catcalls. With all the discipline and dignity the poor border collie could muster, Max walked into Brian's office. A thick crowd was gathering in front of the big window in a matter of seconds, eager to watch another lecture.

Max stood to attention in the middle of the office. Spartan but impressive, utilitarian furniture met weaponry and medals on display in a clash of office versus armoury. The black wolf was circling the little canine, sniffing the air with a dismissive sneer. He wore a tailor-cut suit, straining over immense muscles, his physical strength putting the stature of the minotaur Tanuk to shame.

"Had a rough day, eh?" Brian rumbled menacingly, mockery obvious under a thin veneer of camaraderie. "Looked like you sustained severe punishment in your heroic duty to fight off the underworld scum of our fine city." God save me, Max prayed with newfound piety, the boss had seen the recording.

Brain stood behind Max. Two massive paws rested on his shoulders, another comradely gesture to deliver the wolf's murderous intent. "Let me inspect that grievous wound you suffered in the line of action."

Max did nothing, actually. Licking his dry lips, suppressing a whimper, he asked very quietly. "S-sir?"

"Undress." Growled the wolf on an almost subsonic level.

"Y-yes Sir." Max shed his garments lightning fast. He felt new shame setting his cheeks and ears on fire when he felt his dick stiffen under the dangerous attention Brian was regarding his body with.

"On the table, belly down." Brian commanded quietly. Whimpering, Max obliged, bending over to reveal his buttocks. Even through the thick glass of the office's window, Max heard the cheers, reminding him of just how much he was on display.

Max heard the slurping sound of fingers licked wet before he felt one, then two thumbs invading his immensely sensitive hole, stretching him wide. He was lose, he knew that, but being inspected so coldly made him all the more aware of his gaping pucker. Biting his own arm to silence himself was all he could do to prevent himself from moaning, while Brian shook his head, tutting.

"Poor soldier. What vile sorcery you had to endure." His thumps kept stretching. Max shivered, his cock twitched, knocking against the desk with every beat of his heart. The border collie hardly dared to breath while Brian just kept stretching, until the whole diameter of the three invasive tentacles the rat shaman had conjured became apparent to his scrutiny.

"Ah, the hazards of policemanship." Brian remarked philosophically. His thumps kneaded the border collie's ring, stretching and loosening what little recovery Max had accomplished in the meantime. It was no understatement to think Max restrained himself from moaning as if his life depended on it. At the very least, what remained of his reputation was on the line. At the worst, his employment. He almost lost both when Brian began to lick Max's backdoor, the tongue easily invading his ring, followed by the broad muzzle pressing against his tender skin, his boss eating him out.

Just like every gentleness so far, the treatment was dripping with barely restrained anger. Max shivered, tasting blood where he bit his arm, the pain distracting him from the divine pleasure. Don't moan, he kept telling himself. Shiver, clench and cum if you have to, but do not moan!

After lubricating his subordinate sufficiently, he removed his muzzle, letting three fingers slide into the canine, rubbing and teasing the excitable parts within, sending new waves of bliss rushing up Max's spine and into his groin. "Good we enhanced your muscle-fibres and bones like this, don't you agree, soldier?" Brian mocked. "That's what the company spent upwards of half a million creds on you for, right?"

Max couldn't have given an answer if any had been expected, dying of pleasure as he was at the time.

A tiny yip escaped Max when the three fingers were joined, not replaced, by the searing hot tip of the bigger canine's member. Max hadn't noticed when Brian had freed his tool from the tight confinements of his pants, but then again his world of sensory reception was temporarily reduced to the digits in his anus and his teeth in his arm. The wolf had either not heard the slip or, in what passed for unprecedented generosity, chosen to ignore it.

Slowly the tip moved in. Max took deep breaths, steadying his racing heart. Following the tip came the brief tapering that preceded the swelling girth. The border collie's ring was so well lubricated, Brian could just keep shoving, no need to spread his leaking pre around that much. The swelling increased, sending shivers through Max's bones, being stretched by cock-flesh and fingers alike.

There was the summit, the wolf's widest point, he thought. Hoped. Only now did Brian pull back a little, spreading the lube of spit and pre, before pushing back in. The stretch went a little further than Max had expected, biting his arm hard to avoid any further noise coming out of his treacherous mouth. The circumference of breeder meat declined inside his ring, while more and more of the pole filled his bowels. Max rolled his yes, his cock twitching against the desk, losing pre. It was so much bliss and punishment in one.

When Brian had lodged himself inside the smaller canine all the way to the base of his shaft, his bulging muscles tensed with excitement. The boy was a hand-full, he reflected as he withdrew his fingers, giving Max a moment to breath. Brian had lectured him this morning already. Then the failure of an ambush against the gang and here the border collie was again, on Brain's desk, getting himself ploughed. Still, almost no sound came from the horny little bitch.

Almost.

Time to get real, Brian promised himself. The horde of doms outside his office needed to be reminded who was alpha male, and what happened to soldiers lacking what it takes to stay on top.

With one quick motion Brian pulled back all the way to the tip and rammed back in, his hips slapping audibly against Max's buttocks. The smaller canine had to bite harder into his arm to stay quiet, fighting the urge to moan as his body ignited with waves of ecstasy. Another howitzer's pull-and-thrust recoil. And another. Grunting, Brian took hold of Max's hips, claws digging in for a firm hold, and started fucking that lose hole in earnest.

The piston drilling of his hips was harsh, relentless and utterly rough. Indeed, the company had invested a lot in Max, so the border collie better could take it. Several among the spectators were jerking off themselves or each other, enjoying the show that much. All the while Max, eyes watering and mouth panting around his teeth, was lost in joy, iron determination muting his voice. His leg jerked, his body shuddered, and thick ropes of his junk splattered against the boss's desk's front, Max's pucker tightening and pulsing with the climax.

Growling, Brian grabbed Max violently around the neck, pulling him up. Max gasped when the big tool left his hole suddenly, especially since he was sill jizzing hopelessly. But Brian merely shoved Max across his office, face forward against the internal window, reaching both arms under the smaller canine's knees and lifting him up, full nelson. Max was hanging helplessly in Brian's arms as the wolf thrust back in, forcing a final squirt out of the shuddering border collie.

Pressed against the window, overwhelmed and stunned, Max distantly realized the crowd of onlookers. Several pricks of every size and shape were pointing at him, and he drooled more than a little from the exhibition, while Brain kept on fucking his buttocks. Helpless like a rag doll, Max hung in the arms of the huge wolf, barely holding himself, shacking arms pushed against the window. Ravaged by pleasure, he clenched his teeth, a look of determination on his face surprising the crowd.

He. Will. Not. Moan!

A new threat-vector nearly crushed that resolution before it had fully formed. Every thrust carried a new weight, a new girth pushing against the ring of his entrance.

When was the last time anybody had been tied by the boss? Max could not remember, eyes going wide as the whole scope of his reprimand dawned on him. Thrust after thrust hammered against his backdoor, slowly forcing a way for Brian's incredible knot. The fist sized bolder of flesh glistened with pre-cum, Brian's shaft dripping and splashing the sticky fluids with every ramming of the hips. As the massive appendage spread Max further and further, the little border collie squirmed, clenched his jaws and gasped, resolve crumbling at an ever faster pace.

The knot went in with an audible slosh, drowned out by Max's single bellow of shock and pleasure. Brian kept on thrusting, quick jerks of his hips while his knot was lodged and tied into the smaller canine. The bulge of his tool outlined in the belly fur of the bottom, and Max felt the huge load of hot puppy-making juice pumping deep into the confines of his bowels. It was the strangest sensation when, delayed and with bullet-time slow motion, Max's second climax build up around that pulsing rod, first leaking thick cum down his twitching shaft, eventually jetting out rope after rope, painting the window white in front of the impressed group, who were adding their own mess to the other side of the glass.

Brian kept Max there, supporting him only so much with his arms under his legs, but mostly with the huge cock up his ass. Both were panting and sweating, exhausted and shaking with after-glow. Still, Brian managed to give the crowd an intimidating stare with his predatory, yellow eyes, prompting them to get dressed and clear the place.

Then, surprisingly gentle, he drew his knot from the border collie, accompanied by a wet plop and a flood of cum splashing down his legs, followed by the rest of his foot long pole. Panting, Max still didn't make another noise beyond that of wheezing with exhaustion.

Leaving him standing were he was in front of the window, Brian went to a cabinet, taking a towel and throwing it over to Max. "Clean up. Then get out of my sight." Said the alpha male, turning around, taking another towel for himself to rub through his fur. He would march all the way through the office towards the showers, sweaty and fur glistening in his naked glory, with no concern for shame but enough intimidation charged in his aura to scare off even the most voyeuristic bystanders. Max made haste to be out of the way and, as instructed, out of Brian's sight by that time.

Redressed but tattered, Max made his way to the nearest water cooler in a corner of the office that was sufficiently out of the way, not just away from Brian but from everybody else generally. He was still shaking from pleasure and now, with a shred of privacy restored, he allowed himself a shuddering moan, all the pent up exhilaration coming out in one single long burst of emotion.

"One of those days, huh?" Said a voice behind Max.

Whirling around, ears burning hot with shame, he stared at the intruder. But the black fox, dressed in a smart anthracite suit, pinstriped with silver threading, casually drank from his paper cup, looking over his pointed nose with sharp, almost metallic eyes. When he lowered the cup, Max noticed how the pattern of white fur on his face gave the fox a death mask.

Robinson Bruce Kreet, head of Undercover Operations and Infiltration Measures. Max throat went very dry very suddenly. "Mr. Kreet!" He sputtered tensely, "yes, it's been a pretty rough day, ha ha!" The hell was this guy doing in this part of the HQ building and why did he have to be right here at this moment, Max despaired silently?

Mr Kreet just smiled, purring. "Please, call me Rob." Wagging his long, fluffy tail behind him in slow-motion that made barely a whisper of a sound in the air.

Max took a big gulp from his cup of water, composing himself. "Rob," he agreed, "thank you," he added for no reason.

Mr Kreet kept that smile, stepping closer, putting a hand flirtatiously on Max's chest, stroking the fur under his shirt. "Brian is not too happy with your performance in recent days, is he, Max?"

Knowing he was technically speaking to a master spy who was bossing other master spies around on a daily basis did not diminish Max's surprise. Then again, Brian didn't exactly make a secret out of his displeasure, now that he thought about it. And now another hand was caressing his heaving chest, making Max feel very exposed. He forced a stiff nod in answer. "Yes, Mr Kreet, I mean, Rob. I tend to get, erm," he struggled for words, shivering as the hands kept on caressing him through his shirt. "I have received some unwanted attention from mission objectives."

The black fox nodded sympathetically, his death mask ever smiling, enticing in a dangerous way. "Unwanted? Hurrrrm," he purred, "I believe that is a question of perspective."

Max frowned, not sure how to take that statement. A bump in his career or not, he was still in the Assault and Threat Suppression department, what did the head of Undercover Operations want of him?

As if reading his thoughts, Mr Kreet answered, his fingers now massaging, carefully scratching, actually soothing to the point that Max felt aroused and relaxed in equal measures. "I think dear Brian is losing his patience." Did he have to deliver the truth so directly? Max tensed up a bit, despite these skilled hands. "I suggest you do something that plays to your strengths and impresses the department at the same time."

Max focused his eyes on the black fox. Was he offering him a solo mission? Something must have shown on his face, for Mr Kreet chuckled, seductive eyes smiling down on the border collie. "My, you are a quick one."

He gulped, his mind reeling. With an opportunity to redeem himself in the eyes of his boss, securing a hold on his job, Max found the inner strength to straighten up and hold Mr Kreet's stare. In his most serious voice, he queried, "Expand, please. Location? Targets?"

Apparently satisfied, Mr Kreet took one hand off of Max to reach inside his suit, retrieving a slim data chip. "All in here, dear Max." He explained, putting the chip next to him on the water cooler. "A small but tough cell to breach, I'll tell you that much. I have authorized for you to retrieve your gear from the armoury." Leaning in, rubbing his lean body against the wiry physique of Max, Mr Kreet brushed the soft fur of his death mask against his cheek, almost moaning his whisper. "Penetration is required, Max." He let go of the canine, who shivered despite himself, a guilty part deep inside him longing for more of the vulpine touch. Smiling his smile, the fox turned to brush his tail over Max's face and leave. "Do what you do best, soldier."