Pinewoods 9: Jacob x Peter 1

A dirty cop tries to take advantage of Jacob, but soon finds himself getting more than he bargained for...

-grime, musk, filth, rough sex, implied feral, condom play

Officer Peter Kowalski adjusted his black tie as he drove his car. His neck ruff was thick and naturally fluffy, which made the collar of his shirt uncomfortably tight but he did not want to ease up on the dress code. You dressed for the job you wanted, and he had always wanted to be a cop. Looking sharp in a freshly ironed uniform meant people respected you, as did staying impeccably groomed and fit. He knew that he was good at what he did because people looked up to him. They shut up and stood in silent awe when they saw him approaching, and that made Peter feel good. He enjoyed being respected.

He turned a corner in his police cruiser and drove at leisurely pace along the downtown street. The night was still early and there wouldn’t be much to do for the time being - people were just getting into bars and it would take a couple of hours for them to get soused up for good. Having nothing to do made the stout alsatian restless, because it meant he would be left alone with his thoughts. He squirmed in his seat as he felt the tip of his cock slide out of its sheath and snag in his underwear. It throbbed warmly against his thigh and he felt horny and embarrassed.

Then he saw a familiar figure walk on the sideway, a possum in ratty jeans, worn sneakers and a hoodie. Peter didn’t need to see his face to recognize that swaying gait and slightly hunched posture. He licked his lips, his long pink tongue touching his wet black nose, and hesitated for a moment before mouthing “screw it” under his breath and pulling the car over. He bwooped the sirens once and rolled down the window. “Hey, you!”

The possum flinched, but stopped in place. He turned to look at the officer slowly, an insolent grin creeping on his lips, his eyes glinting behind his tousled lock of hair…

Jacob was prepared for trouble.; he knew that some cops liked to pick up people like him to fill in their quotas. What he wasn't expecting, however, was to see a familiar pair of earth-brown eyes looking him up and down from the window of the police cruiser. "Yo, Pete!"
"That's Officer Kowalski to you, kiddo." The german shepherd waved the possum over, and Jacob obliged by leaning against the passenger-side door and resting his arm on top of the lowered window. "Never thought I'd see you skulking that scrawny ass of yours around here again. What brings you back to Pinewoods?" As the possum leaned his head into the car, Kowalski got a whiff of the the other male's scent; stale sweat and musk, and the faint undertones of a few other things. He felt his cock pulse and slide further out of his sheath.

"Eh, just some shit I'm takin' care of." Jacob gave Kowalski a dismissive shrug. "Anyway, any particular reason you wanted to shoot the shit with me?" He looked Kowalski over, and his lips split into a gap-toothed grin as his gaze fell between the officers legs.
Kowalski grunted, leaning back a little in his seat and letting his legs splay open as much as they could in the cramped cruiser. "Troublemaker like you loitering around? Seems mighty suspicious to me." He managed to keep the stern expression on his face, and even threw in one of his patented perp-sweating scowls. This was a game they both knew well, and one that Kowalski hadn't wanted to admit that he'd missed in the years since he'd last seen Jacob.

Jacob shrugged. “It’s a free country.”
“Maybe I should call you in, see what kind of outstanding warrants you have.”
“Then I'd have to get my lawyer involved.”
“Street trash like you? Don't make me laugh.”
Peter stroked his crotch with his palm as he spoke, working up the courage to go through what he was thinking about. He had gotten involved with this possum before and knew that he was trouble, but his boyish, unkempt looks and mocking attitude pushed all his buttons.
“I've missed you too, Kowalski. Remember when you used to pick me up for underage drinking? Good times.” Jacob's grin was infuriating when he slipped his tongue out between his yellowish teeth.
“Don't push your luck, kiddo.” Peter's voice became angrier as guilt creeped into it.

“Or what?” Jacob stepped back, amused at the reddening canine. He pulled up his hoodie to show his belly. “If you're going to arrest me then you should do a full body search. Who knows what I might have concealed on me…”
The possum was lean but unfit, having bit of a gut and no muscles to speak of. His whitish fur was thick and shaggy, and the hairs had clumped together in more than one spot glued by some mystery fluid.
“Alright, that's enough!” Peter stepped out of the car and adjusted his belt. The Alsatian was an impressive sight as he loomed over the possum, head taller and uniform accentuating his broad shoulders. “Stand in place and show your hands!”
Jacob let his hoodie drop and hid his hands in its pocket, grinning. “Make me.”

Peter growled and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him against brick wall behind him, pinning him with his weight. Their eyes were locked up close, and the hound could smell the possum's stale sweat, cigarette smoke in his breath, and faint trace of expensive cologne. His free hand slid under the belt of Jacob's jeans and groped his coarse pubic hair with tips of his fingers. “Don't mess with me, gutter scum…” He snarled between his teeth.

The slam had been enough to knock the wind out of Jacob, but he was completely unphased and stared back defiantly. “You know I like it rough”, he said still grinning and tried to lick the tip of Peter's snout. Peter tossed him around and handcuffed his hands behind his back. “I'm going to wipe that smile off your face”, he breathed into Jacob's neck, his words hot and heavy. Jacob pushed his rump back to grind it against Peter's crotch, squirming with anticipation. “Mmmyesssplease, officer!”, he said in a husky voice.

Peter huffed and let out a low growl into Jacob's neck, pushing his hips forward to make sure the possum could feel every inch of his erection as it pulsed in his slacks. His eyes darted around; getting some of the possum's tail right out in the middle of the street, while making him spurt a good amount of pre at the thought, probably wasn't the best idea. "Move your scrawny ass, kid." He tugged on Jacobs arms, jerking him away from the wall, and began to frog-march the possum towards a nearby alley.
Jacob grunted as he felt the joints of his shoulders strain from the stress Kowalski was putting on them. "What, gonna give me a cavity search, officer?" He made a show of digging his heels in, the soles of his old sneakers grinding against the sidewalk.

With another growl, Peter shoved Jacob into the alley, feeling a bit of satisfaction as the possum stumbled and fell face-first onto the filthy pavement. "Don't tempt me, gutter scum." His foot came up, and the top of his polished shoe rubbed and ground into the crotch of the possum's soiled jeans. With a low moan, Jacob lifted his hairless, rat-like tail high and rocked his hips back, opening himself up for Peter to plant his foot on the his upturned ass.  "Why don't we see what you're hiding, hm?"
Jacob looked over his shoulder, rubbing his cheek against the pavement and feeling the sharp sting of the asphalt scraping his cheek. "My hands are a little tied, officer."

Officer Kowalski huffed, grabbing the possum's arm and hauling him up to slam him against the alley wall. The possum wheezed when his breath was knocked out of him once more and Kowalski leaned against him to keep him in place. Staring right into Jacob's eyes, Peter's hand felt down the possum's chest to the hem of his hoodie. His fingers worked up under it until he felt the course, matted fur of the possum's belly rubbing against his fingertips. "Don't fucking move, or I'll give you worse than a night in lock-up. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." Jacob lifted his head and craned his neck, and moaned as Kowalski dove in and began snuffling and nuzzling against his neck and shoulder, taking deep breaths of the myriad scents wafting off of Jacob. The Alsatian's hands pushed up under Jacob's hoodie, stroking his sides and beginning to lift both it and the ratty t-shirt underneath. Slowly, inch by inch, the possum's midriff, and then his chest, were left exposed. The clothing bunched up in Jacob's armpits as it was caught by his bound arms, but Kowalski had more than enough to work with.

He sniffled Jacob’s chest, burying his snout in the greasy hair mouth slightly ajar and letting it run between his teeth, gave his pink nipples tiny licks, and huffed in the aroma of his unwashed skin. His hands squeezed Jacob’s hips and pulled them against his, their rock hard erections grinding against each other through the thin layers of cloth that separated them.

“Mmm, you’ve had sex with other men, I can smell their sweat and cum on you…”, he spoke with a husky voice.
“Oh yess officer, I’ve let dozens of strange guys fuck me raw in dirty alleys, let them blow their thick, dirty loads in my dirty ass until it was sore and leaking…” He arched his back against the wall to push their crotches together ever harder.
Peter turned his attention to Jacob’s belly, probing his musty bellybutton with his cold nose then nibbling on his chub. “Mmmfrr”, he half snarled half moaned, “did you use protection?”
“Never”, Jacob grinned insolently, but he too found it increasingly harder to keep his composure as he grew hornier, his breathing turning into series of uneven gasps.
Peter licked the clumps of stuck hair on Jacob’s belly, smelling the rank cum aroma and tasting their saltiness as they melted in his mouth. “Mmm you dirty boy, rolling around in gutter trash, you’re making daddy horny…I’m going to eat your filthy ass and mount you like the dirty animal you are…I should leash you with a choke collar….you would enjoy that wouldn’t you, you trash rat…” Jacob kept replying with ‘yes’ over and over again under his breath the whole time Peter spoke, flustered and turned on by the humiliation.

Peter dropped to his knees and unbuttoned Jacob’s jeans. His package popped out instantly, wreathed in ratty underwear that he must have been wearing for weeks. The front was marked with yellow piss stains, and the cloth was soaked with with the copious amount of precum leaking from his cock. Without hesitating Peter took the whole package in his maw, feeling the roughness of cotton and the springy hardness of the member throbbing underneath on his tongue. The rank, sharp aromas of accumulated body waste filled his mouth and nostrils as he slurped and sucked on that juicy treat.

“Mmmm, this brings back memories officer, when we first met”, Jacob smirked between panting.
“Shut up.” Peter took the member out of his mouth to reply, but kept sniffing the opossums crotch, its thick aroma of stale ball sweat and unwashed asshole.
“You were just a junior officer in K9 unit back then when you arrested me for the first time....”
“Shut up!” Peter felt his face burning from the shameful memory, and he had to look around his shoulder to see that no one was listening on them - luckily, the alley was still as empty as ever.
“In the end you let me suck off your police dog”, Jacob smirked, “and you didn’t learn until later that I had lied about my age.” He prodded Peter’s snout with his cock. “I was just 16 then. How’s that for a misdemeanor, sir officer sir?” He looked down on the Alsatian with cruel delight and leered.
“S-shut up!”

"What's the matter, 'daddy'? Don't like thinking about blowing your load all over my underaged ass while I sucked down Brutus' cum?" Jacob leaned forward, his grin widening as he looked down at the Alsatian's flushing face; Peter's lips were smeared with drool and the pre that had soaked through his filthy underwear, and when the possum moved to pull his hips back the officer tightened his grip on Jacob's hips to keep his nose firmly buried in the crook between Jacob's balls and thigh.
"Shut... sh-shut up...!" He growled, glaring up at the smirking possum.
"Whatever happened to him, anyway? The higher-ups figure out you were fucking around with him on-duty?" Jacob kept his tone light and conversational as he rubbed his package all over the officers face. "That you loved getting on your hands and knees and letting him fuck your slutty fucking ass...?"

Peter let out a harsh breath against Jacob's crotch, his hands and legs shaking. How had this fucking kid turned the tables on him so easily? He watched as Jacob pulled away once again, turning around to present his ass to the officer. His tail lifted up, and his hips waved in Peter's face. "Come on daddy... eat my filthy fucking ass... just like you did with Brutus..."

With a groan, Peter gripped Jacob's jeans and yanked them down to his ankles with one desperate pull. His fingers ran through the ratty, matted, short fur coating the possum's meager cheeks, and then sank into the flesh as he pulled them apart to reveal Jacob's greasy stenchpit. The reddened rim flinched as Jacob let out a soft hiss through his teeth, gaping open slightly. He'd been fucked recently; Peter could smell it on him, if the thin trails of cum running down from his abused hole to the back of his ballsack weren't enough proof.

Like a starving man catching sight of a five-course meal, Peter shoved his face into Jacob's ass and began to take deep breaths of his scent. Stale ass sweat, mingled musks, both his own and those of the men that had fucked him, and faint traces of acrid piss and sharp, bitter shit. Peter's tongue dug into the swampy fur of Jacob's taint, lapping up and down the strip of flesh from the back of the possum's balls to the rim of his asshole. Licking up the remnants of the last man's load.

"Oh fuck yes..." Jacob moaned long and low as the Alsatian ate him out. His pink erection throbbed and bobbed before him, splattering a few shots of precum against the alley wall as he pushed his hips back. He kept his fists clenched tightly, rattling the chain of the handcuffs around his bony wrists. "How's it taste, officer? How many men  do you think I've let fuck me? Get in  there and see if you can tell..."

Peter made guttural growls and moans as he burrowed his face deeper into Jacob’s ass. He dug his fingers greedily into that tender ass flesh and stretched out the possum’s gaping hole, then buried his nose deeply to breathe in his stale ass air. He could smell faint stallion musk, canines, and others too, several distinct flavors of male having marked that hole as their property recently. Jacob shivered as he felt the Alsatian's cold nose tip against his sensitive insides, snuffling and licking, and a long moan escaped his lips. “You like eating ass, don't you officer?”, he said as he started to relax and eased his rear end to rest on Peter's face, “Like you did with Brutus… You liked to lay in bed together and rim his dirty dog pucker for hours on end, until the taste stuck in your mouth...” Peter nodded and grunted emphatically amidst the hungry lapping noises his tongue made.

Jacob rolled his hips slowly but Peter would not detach his sloppy kissing. He bumped Peter with his butt, then turned around forcefully and planted his ratty sneaker on the Alsatian’s chest. It did not take much to push the large dog to the ground and on his ass. Jacob stood above him in a power stance, legs wide apart, his pink drooling cock displayed proudly, chest puffed up despite having his hands bound behind his back. He looked down on Peter and stepped on his bulging crotch - the jeans at his ankles made him stagger a little, and he put on more pressure than intended. Peter whimpered but didn’t resist as the worn Converse smeared dirt on his clean slacks.
“Good boy.” He increased pressure on the rock hard fuck stick in Peter’s pants. “Does the officer Good Boy want to fuck?”
Peter nodded emphatically, and whined.
“Say it.”
“Officer Good Boy wants your dirty junkie cum in his ass! Fill my virgin pucker to the brim with your thick filthy load!”
“Virgin my ass, you dirty cop!” Jacob snorted, but stepped off Peter. “There’s a condom in my pocket, take it and roll it on my dick.” He sneered. “And be quick about it, I have places to be!”

Peter groaned low and deep as he moved forward, burying his snout in the rank tuft of fur at the base of Jacob's cock. The puffy sheath flesh and pert balls rubbed over his lips, staining them with their sweaty, musky flavor. The possum moved to push the cop away, but decided to let Peter have his little treat when he saw the Alsatian reach down to begin rifling through the pockets of the pants around Jacob's ankles. "Mmmf, yeah... Officer Good Boy loves the stink of dirty dick too, doesn't he? I remember that time you sucked Brutus off after he got finished pounding me..." The reminiscence made Jacob's cock pulse against Peter's cheek, and the dog nodded and let out another whimper.

Finally, Peter's questing fingers found the condom buried in the possum's front right pocket; he could feel the pinprick hole in the foil wrapper as he pulled the condom out. His cock throbbed and leaked heavily into his tight slacks as he nosed down underneath Jacob's balls, letting the sack rest atop his snout. He looked up, giving Jacob his best slutty look as he slowly rolled the condom down over the thin, pink pillar of the possum's erection.

"Mmmn, good boy..." Jacob examined the officer's handiwork for a moment, and then pushed him away by the top of his head. Bend over, pants down. Over there." He nodded to a metal dumpster a short distance further into the alley, a greasy sheen running down one side in the light from the street.  Peter nodded, and began to fumble with his belt and fly as he stumbled back up to his feet. "Wait." The Alsatian froze, looking over to the possum as he waited for Jacob's next order. "Turn around and take 'em off slow. Work that ass for me, Officer." Jacob smirked as Peter turned to obey, ears pulled back shamefully.

Finally, he got his pants open, and whined in relief as his aching tent was set free from its prison in his tight slacks. He could hear the jangling of Jacob's handcuffs, and a low snort from the possum as his pants slid down to reveal the fresh-pressed white briefs underneath. The Alsatian felt his face grow hot and his ears pull back further as he gripped the waistband and began to push both his slacks and underwear down. The evening breeze running over the fluffy fur coating his flanks caused his tail to press down over the firm cheeks of his ass, though he quickly hiked it back up to show off the goods for Jacob. Completely bared, pants around his ankles and erection bobbing before him, the Alsatian shuffled over to lean against dumpster and push his ass back towards Jacob.

Peter whined and moaned, panting in anticipation as he heard Jacob take a step towards him. Then another. Then another. His hips rocked back impatiently as he felt Jacob's scrawny chest lay over his broad, toned back. "Please..." His cock throbbed as he begged like a bitch in heat, his erection spurting thick lines of pre against the dumpster. "Fuck me dirty... " He felt Jacob's breath against one of his ears. "Fill me with your gutter trash load..." He felt the wet tip of the possum's cock brush against the small of his back. "Make me your fucking cumdump...!" He felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs close down around his wrists.

Jacob guffawed at the surprised yelp the Alsatian let out, stretching his freed limbs. He always kept a hairpin in his back pocket for occasions like this. "Word to the wise, Officer, don't let gutter trash like me put their hands where you can't see them." With the cuffs off, Jacob was finally able to pull his hoodie off, tossing it to the dirty asphalt as he kicked his pants off. He shuddered, cock throbbing; there was something thrilling about being completely naked out in the open like this, especially in a filthy alleyway like this one. "Now, let's see what we have here..."

Jacob wrenched Peter's handcuffed wrists upwards, forcing his face against the grimy dumpster cover. His throbbing member prodded the canine's pink asshole, sending an electrifying jolt along his spine, then was shoved in roughly. Peter yelped and clenched, but almost immediately received a slap to the back of his head. "Bad cum dumpster. Spread those cheeks to receive my load", Jacob hissed.

Peter was almost delirious from his fuck lust by now and he simply whined and panted, his tongue lolling out, tasting the rust and grease on the dumpster cover. As soon as Jacob could feel his bowels relaxing he pushed with his hips, his entire length sliding in easily in that passage stretched out by thick animal cocks. The skinny possum worked those toned buttocks like a piston, throwing his weight behind every thrust, slapping the shapely ass flesh with his thighs and grasping the hair of the canine's neck ruff hard in his fist.

The smell of garbage and his own precum made Peter's cock twitch needily, but his hands were still bound behind his back. He could not do anything but to hump the air and buck against the Possum as his hard member teased his prostate and sphincter tantalizingly, keeping him on the edge yet never reaching the climax. He howled in frustration, no longer caring if anyone would hear or see them rutting on the filthy alley like base animals.

It did not take long for the Possum to cum. Peter felt him push deeper and then gasp, his cock throbbing inside his rectum, trying in vain to inseminate his canine ass. "Come on, let me cum!" he pleaded and looked over his shoulder as Jacob pulled out with slick, wet sound.
"Alright." The possum smiled and patted his butt, then slid the cum filled condom carefully off his cock. He reached between Peter's legs and grabbed his dark red dog by its base, squeezed its bulging knot with his bony fingers. Peter gasped when he first felt his tip touching soft rubber of the spent condom, then that gooey cum sack started being pulled on his cock…

"Yeah, that's right. You love feeling my filthy junkie load on your junk, don't you?" Jacob eased himself down onto his knees, using the hand not occupied with Peter's cock to pull at one of the canine's firm asscheeks. Peter hissed as his abused hole stretched with the motion, clenching and winking as Jacob's humid breath washed over it. "Like feeling a man's load on you cock after he breeds your ass? Smearing all over it... making it smell like him..." Jacob's thin tongue darted out over the Alsatian's sore rim, and Peter yelped. "Mark you as his good little cumdump bitch?"

"Yes... yesyesyes..." Peter groaned and ground his cheek against the cool, rusty metal of the dumpster's side, panting harshly at every touch of the possum's tongue on his hole. "Wann'em to use me... fuck me... make me suck their cum and swallow their cum and fuck my ass please fucking fuck me...!" The Alsatian continued to babble, his mind sinking deep beneath the crashing waves of lust that were pounding inside his brain and down to his leaking cock. He rocked his hips, humping into Jacob's clenching fist as he lifted his tail as high as he could. It actually started to feel a little sore, but he didn't care; as long as the possum kept licking and kissing and using and fucking his slutty cumdump hole...

Jacob chuckled as he heard Peter's voice grow ever more desperate, raising up into a high, whimpering whine that belied his musclebound stature. "Aww, poor Officer Goodboy... can't even use his words to beg anymore, can he?" Slowly, he pulled his hand away from Peter's cock, and the Alsatian howled with frustrated lust. "Shut up and give me a second, will you?" A sharp slap to Peter's ass quieted the canine down, and Jacob rifled through his discarded pants for a moment before standing up. In his hand, he held his trucker friend's briefs; the fabric had, if anything, become even more stained and filthy during his stay in town. He reached around to Peter's face, pressing the musky cloth of the briefs' crotch to his wet nose. "Sniff."

Peter grunted, taking a deep hit off the possum's filthy drawers, and let out a low groan as his eyes rolled in his head. His mouth fell open as he panted, filling his lungs with the stench of the possum's cock and ass that was ingrained in the fabric. Slowly, Jacob began to push the underwear into the canine's mouth, making sure that the most heavily-stained parts of the fabric were planted right on Peter's wriggling tongue. "Good boy. That's a good boy."

Jacob begin to stroke Peter's cock again slowly. The eager mutt tried to hump his fist, but he loosened his grip every time denying the Alsatian release he craved. Peter bit into the filthy underwear in his maw and growled, tasting the stale ball sweat, piss stains, and ass crack stench on it, his senses reduced to grunting and huffing between constant light titillation of aching member. The used condom made squelching noises on his cock as it started to fill with his precum and the salty caress of Jacob's dirty gutter trash seed.

After long, agonizing minutes of intense pleasure Peter started to feel his orgasm starting to well up in his loins, so strong that even Jacob's teasing attentions could not push it back any longer. The unstoppable wave of giddying sex tension swelled and grew at the base of his cock, then peaked and crashed over in a massive release that left his legs trembling and him growling gutturally. His cock gushed long spurts of his canine seed into the condom, making it balloon and hide his red erection in opaque milky soup. His knot swelled up almost instantly bigger than Jacob's fist, rock hard and throbbing as he kept pumping out watery cum again and again.
Jacob snatched the trunks out of the Alsatian's mouth without resistance as he laid there spent and huffing, barely kept up propped on the dumpster cover on his weak legs.
"Well wasn't that fun", he said as he stretched his back and scratched his balls. "You better get yourself checked for STDs though, some of the guys I've been with were really nasty looking." He grinned and pinched Peter's buttcheek.
"You bastard..." the officer replied faintly between panting for air.
Jacob leaned over him to whisper into his ear with a husky voice and an insolent grin. "If you get positive result call me back for round two."
Peter tried to shook him off angrily, but he was still too weak. Even the lithe possum could keep him pinned under his weight. "Uncuff me. Right now."
Jacob made a tsk sound. "I don't think so. Why, the police station isn't that far from here. I don't see why you couldn't just walk there and ask them to help, with your hands behind your back and pants at your ankles."
"You fucker you wouldn't dare..." Peter's temper flared and he snarled, showing his canines glistening white. His massive cock dangled between his legs as he thrashed around to throw Jacob off him, still trapped in its cum stained covering and showing no sign of receding.
"Fine, fine, have it your way", Jacob said raising his hands and stepped back, "but let me get dressed first. Something tells me I might need to make a quick exit."

The possum pulled the stained, saliva soaked trunks up his bony legs, then put on his ratty jeans and comfortable hoodie. Peter had no other choice but to wait and watch him tie the shoelaces of his Converses, and he did so in gruff silence. Finally Jacob stepped behind him and scrounged up the handcuff key from his belt. The Alsatian could feel the pressure around his wrists disappear, but before he could react Jacob reached between his legs and snapped one of the cuffs behind the base of his knot and closed it shut tight. He tugged the other one hard enough to make Peter stumble and fall on the ground on his ass.

He tried to get up but Jacob pushed him back with his foot, and stood over him dangling the keys in his hand. Peter sat on the ground with the metal band constricting his cock painfully and looked up in a mixture of hate and apprehension.
"Welp, it's been fun officer Kowalski, but I've got places to be and people to fuck with."
"T-the key!" He reached for it with his hand futilely.
Jacob leaned over like a schoolmarm ready to chide an unruly student. "What's the hurry? Alright, I'll give it back on one condition. Deal?"
"Deal!"
"You get yourself a dog, and then you call me, and then we'll have little fun together. I'll let you do anything you want to me, okay?" He patted Peter's cheek. "Get yourself a little payback for this. That sounds good?"
"Yes!"
Jacob grinned and tossed the key on the other side of the dumpster. "Fetch!", he barked and turned on his heels, then walked away laughing and with a jaunty step leaving officer Kowalski to scramble for his freedom and dignity...