Nickfic

Two weeks.

It had been two weeks since Nick finished busting that drug ring. Two weeks since he'd been forced to take Pastor to convince them to let him see the boss. And it was two of the best weeks of his life.

Bogo had been happy with how the bust had gone, had told him to take the next few days off, to relax at home. And that had been easy. Nick had barely had to move from the couch in his apartment. It was kind of weird, he thought to himself. Normally he'd have been itching to get back into action, or to spend his days off hanging with Judy or Finnick, but just spending those days on the couch, he'd never been happier. By the end of it he'd found himself watching the door, waiting for his next chance to impress, the next chance to please his mas- Nick shook his head, shaking away the thoughts.

"Mind's playing tricks on me." He muttered as he sat at his desk at the ZPD. "I'm so good I even hustle myself." He'd been working on typing up the reports for the other officers. Someone or other had asked him to help with filing at the start of the week, and while Nick would have blown it off normally... the idea of helping someone, of seeing them pleased with him... he couldn't help but do it.

He couldn't even remember who had asked him, just their smile when he'd given them the finished file. It had made him feel so needed, so good, that he'd offered to help around the place. Even Bogo had noticed and praised him for his new-found effort. Nick sat there for a moment, a smile practically painted onto his muzzle, as he thought about Bogo being proud of him.

"Well, that's my work done for today," he announced to the empty room. Everyone else had gone home for the night, he'd even told Judy not to wait for him, as he really needed to finish the reports. But now he was done.

He looked around at the abandoned desks. For some reason he felt disappointed - like he'd been expecting more praise. "Am I becoming that narcissistic?" He muttered, and decided to go calm down. Maybe take a shower, he'd been spending all day cooped up in the office with no air condition. He sniffed his armpits; yeah, a shower was a good idea. He smelt musky, probably no one wanted to disturb him with it, but it wasn't good to offend their noses.

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The water felt good against his fur, he'd needed this. A chance to wipe away the grime of the day, and to get his coat nice and fluffy. He absent-mindedly ran a paw through his pelt, and practically purred at the sensation. Everything felt good these days. It must be the adrenaline high from a job well done. He couldn't help but grin, and prepared to dry off.

When he got to his locker, Nick found he had guests. Two wolves from vice, beginning to get ready for the showers themselves, taking off their shirts. Nick smiled and gave a small wave.

"Oh sweet hell, this guy is out of it." The wolves had stopped to stare at Nick, he barely remembered their names. Shelton and Rogers, from the Vice Squad. One of them, Rogers, waved a paw in front of Nick's face. "You're that hero cop from two weeks ago, right? Wilde or something?" Nick nodded, as the wolf started to smile. "No no, don't be quiet. Speak up."

"Yeah that's right, I'm Nick Wilde, super-cop." Nick's grin grew even wider.

"Let me guess, that drug ring you brought down, they were selling Pastor, right?"

"Yes sir." Sir? Nick could barely believe he'd called Rogers sir, he didn't even call Bogo that, and Bogo had certainly earned more respect from him than this random Wolf had.

"Oh this is rich," the other wolf burst out laughing, "you've been domesticated you fool!" Nick gave a start.

"Domestication? That's just an old Wolves' tale." Nick shrug it off. The legend had stuck around for generations, the idea of mammals getting addicted to taking orders, until the point they could barely think for themselves. It practically made him laugh. "Maybe you should stay out of the drugs yourself. You've got an over-active imagination!" Nick grabbed his uniform out of his locker, and started to walk away.

"STAY"

Nick felt himself frozen in place. That one word stopped him from moving even an inch forward. But why, he felt his hackles tense up, especially when one of the wolves stuck their paw on his shoulder. It was like fear, but worse.

"It's not an old wolves' tale, they'd managed to figure it out. Something that makes you more... suggestible." Rogers turned Nick around. The two wolves were smiling, but not a happy expression like Nick had been wearing, this one seemed more predatory. Rogers led Nick over to a bench, pointed at it with his free hand, and barked "Sit."

Nick felt his legs curl up beneath him. Felt himself sink to the wooden seat below, as Shelton walked over to join Rogers. "What do you say we give him a crash course in domestic life?" Shelton laughed, like he was half Hyena, as Rogers ran his paw under Nick's chin.

"No wait, this has gone too far, I should be going." Nick tried to lift himself from the seat, but his body refused to co-operate.

"Did I say you could speak? Quiet, there's a Good Boy." At those two words, Nick practically melted, his smile returned. He was a good boy, wasn't he, and good boys did what they we- NO! Nick shook his head. He looked at the two wolves, terror filling his widening eyes. As Shelton started to undo his belt.

"You like being called a Good Boy, don't you?" Once more Shelton barked with laughter. "And good boys deserve a treat." He pulled down his pants and underwear in one fluid movement, letting his cock bounce free. Nick couldn't take his eyes off it. He knew what they wanted.

"No, please... don't make me do this." Nick couldn't stop himself, tears started flowing out of him, as unstoppable as the force was keeping him glued to the bench.

"What do you mean boy?" Shelton moved closer, the head of his shaft almost touching Nick's lips. "I'm just wanting to give you your reward. You've been working very hard recently. Everyone's noticed it." He started to run his paw through the fur on Nick's head. It felt good, Nick cringed in fear as he realised it, he liked this, he wanted to feel this way. The way they were talking... it was all he'd dreamed about for the past two weeks. "Just come a little closer, and give it a taste, there's a Good Boy."

Nick tried to hold back, but the cock in front of him, looked so good. They'd been planning on showering, and the musk was so thick he could practically taste it already. Nick edged forwards, en-mouthing Shelton's cock as his tongue started running up and down the shaft.

Nick shut his eyes, trying to block things out, but he found that just intensified the sensations, the heat of the throbbing cock in his mouth, the salty flavour which seemed so perfect to his mouth. When Shelton grabbed the back of his head and started forcing him further down the shaft, Nick didn't resist. He felt his own cock starting to swell, as if jealous of the attention Nick was paying to someone else's'

"It looks like someone's enjoying himself." Even through his closed eyes, Nick could still spot the flash of a camera. He didn't need to look to to see Rogers taking shots with his phone. Evidence, Nick thought. Or Rather Blackmail. He knew he should be horrified by this, to already be thinking of ways out of this situation. But at the moment he didn't care.

He was already happy, just sitting here, sucking on the cock of his master.

He'd won. He was a Good Boy.