Prison bitch
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>”Article number 223.2 – Transport of Illicit drugs” the human policeman said between puffs of his cigar, while scrolling through a huge amount of papers scattered over the single desk. >The handcuffed male German Shepard could only keep his head down, in shame. That ridiculous college debt. The money... He really needed it; No, he desperately needed it. What would his mother think? Why? What a mistake. >”Go on, punk. Get your ass inside that room or I kick you in. You know what happens now, you little shit.” the officer said, holding his cigar and holding the door open with the same arm. Patience already lost at having to handle the delinquent all alone and the guy for the next turn being late. >Still looking down, the anthro dog walks to the room. The mugshot, now his fate is sealed – is a new thought to make company and further aggravate the storm inside his head. >”Very good.” the officer said, meant more for his cigar than whatever photo he managed to make using his sleepless body to work on the camera and the soulless stare from the regretful youth. >”Let’s get you in your cell, you are being much more cooperative than before. Your cell mate or shall we say ‘new friend’, he’ll enjoy this side of you.” his words were almost unfazed to the anthro. As he was led to his cell, the fume and bad scent quickly filling the small corridors became much more of a bother to the canine. >Standing inside the cell was a lone human, unambiguously male if judging by the big package between his legs which immediately caught the attention – and eyes – of the canine, due to the curious and strong smell coming from there. >”Yo.” said the human inside the cell, waving to the police officer. >”This is your company, Steve. Treat the kid well.” he was laughing, while the anthro remained silent. >The prisoner made no movement, preferring having his eyes look all over the lithe form of the furry guy. Noticing his tail was kept down and he making no struggle to resist or to try to escape when finally free from his handcuffs. >”Good night.” the policeman said, no further attempts for conversation. The cell door was quickly closed behind the new intern, and the officer leaving with a smile from the successful job. >”So you already know my name. What about you?” >”...” >”First timer, huh?” Steve smirks, “No matter, you’ll soon have a new name anyways.” >”Shut u...” the shepard doesn’t get to finish his sentence, quickly receiving a jab on his stomach. >”Here’s the thing: this is my domain. You don’t cross my will and you do everything as I say.” the human blurts out, in a now unfriendly tone. The anthro dog is kneeling on the floor from the pain, nodding with his head on an immediate decision against angering the male human further. >Satisfied with the response, the human approaches the furboi who’s now sitting on a corner, a confident smile on his human face seemingly overshadowed by his piercing gaze straight at the soul of his furry prey. >The furboi is paralyzed and speechless by the human’s powerful stare. And the smell closer by. The erotic smell... The smell, powerful, delicious smell; Subjugating and gaining dominion over him, as it’s owner’s gaze. >”Take off your clothes.” eventually comes out of the human’s mouth. >Defeated. The German Shepard proceeds nonchalantly to remove every single clothing item covering his body. >”Kneel” comes the next command. >Now. Having the human’s crotch so close and having to face it, to face his own need… The primal need for a male to own him. He couldn’t fathom any resistence. Resistance? Or was it a meaningless and pitiful attempt to hide his true nature? >And to face it, he did. When the underwear came down, he was like a puppy licking his treat; his object of desire, his ‘alpha’. >”Yes. You’ll do nicely. You are my ‘bitch’ aren’t ya?” the human said between controlled moans, as his new plaything was doing his best to pleasure his lord, his alpha. Realizing the question, the bitchdog was nodding with his head while his maw and throat was doing the best it can to accommodate the oversized maleness of the human, his tail wagging all the while. >The canine felt a great happiness and peace, every single worry his mind conjured before that man showed his dominion over him had gone. All he really cared now was the intense pleasure coming from his cock and the curious tingling sensation beneath his tail. >”Lick your fingers. Then play with your bitch hole.” the furboi did as his man told, licking his fingers while the human rocked his dick on his face. Not too long after, his wet furred fingers found their target, so did the human cock back again inside his mouth, moans getting higher and higher when discovering the new sensations from his tailstar. >No words were exchanged between them, the human just forcefully shoved and got the bitch dog on all fours. >Even with such roughness, the tail of the shepard was raised high on anticipation. The human wasted no time to properly take his bitch, aligning his wet dick on the anthro’s clenching hole then diving in. Not gentle. >Befitting, again, of his position as the human’s bitch, the anthro canine made no resistance beyond whimpers and moans as the thick intrusion roughly reshaped his insides. He didn’t care he would be taken again and again, as many times as the man demanded. No, he loved this. To be under him, to have that powerful man hold him, to have that human effortless mold him, to have that shaft reshape his anal passage, to feel the intense pleasures overwhelm him. >Nothing he did before ever came close to this, the human didn’t missed the mark a single time on hitting his pleasure spot; his own dick, now untouched, already came a handful of times. He was desperate, actively tightening his anal muscles in hopes of even getting started on paying back all the pleasurable climaxes the human rewarded him. >When the human finally came he has almost passed out, having had so many orgasms the last ones came out blank. There was no doubt about it, he was gaping like a bitch and he came like a bitch, but he loved every moment of it. He was satisfied; happy, even. >”What’s your name, dogboy?” the human asked using a soft – almost sleepy – tone, while spooning him, one arm holding the anthro German Shepard closer to him on the mattress. >”Ben, sir.” he answers, with no hesitation. >”Ben. Nice name. Good night, Ben.” the human says, smiling. >”You make every guy you share a cell… your bitch?” the unsure furboi asks, in a mix of uncertainty and fear of being eventually replaced. >”Nope. You are cute. That’s how I like ‘em.” the human says, ruffling the head fur of his bitch.
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