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A rather long piece for an anonymous commissioner", "writing": "“Didn’t I warn you, Weekly? Chief ain’t gonna be happy hearing about this!” A beat cop picked up the weasel after hearing on the radio that a particular journalist was caught with his pants around his ankles, quite literally. “Imagine, another civvy getting their knickers in a twist because they caught you snooping around.”\n\nWeekly squirmed in his seat. This wasn’t the first time a beat cop caught him, but it was the first time he was taken in for public indecency. Then again, the backyard of a well-known politician probably shouldn’t have been considered a public place. How could Weekly have known the perp he was tailing would’ve been quite the looker? Especially after just getting out of a hot shower.\n\n“Ain’t my fault they ran out where I was er… relieving myself let’s leave it at that,” Weekly thought to explain his train of thought at that moment, but he felt his face flush just thinking how it would sound to the beat cop “Just be grateful I got a few pics of ‘em fleeing the scene”\n\n\nEveryone at the station already knew Weekly, a nuisance of a journalist who often helped the New York police force when they needed his expertise. Being a weasely journalist who also happened to be a weasel helped Weekly get into tight spaces where no typical cop would be caught dead. However, that did not mean he was immune to the law—quite the opposite, as he’s had quite a busy year getting processed for the occasional misdemeanor here and there.\n\n“What were you doing there anyhow?” More cops inched closer, wanting to hear the dirt that Weekly may have dug up. “Heard about some big scoop about the governor?”\n\nAttention was one of the things Weekly had never been equipped to handle, especially from a crowd. The Weasel couldn’t help but light up as soon as he saw the disgruntled and fuming face of the police commissioner from the sea of faces surrounding him. Weekly had never been happier to see an angry German shepherd than today.\n\n“WEEEEEEEKLYYYYY” Everyone suddenly forgot about Weekly and returned to their work. The commissioner’s words parted the crowd like magic: “Get in my office right this second!”\n\nSmirnov stormed back into his office, slamming his door in the process. The entire station shook, followed by a silence that could only be described as palpable. No one uttered a word, no one even cracked a joke about how ducked Weekly was about to be. Smirnov was one hundred percent pissed at Weekly and everyone at the station knows it.\n\n“It’s way above your pay grade, bud.” With a wink and a smile, Weekly took his leave and began walking with a camera in hand. “Now be a doll and go get me something to drink, your boss is calling me.”\n\nWeekly may have looked smug and happy as he trudged towards Smirnov’s office, but it was all a facade as he practically panicked inside. He had hoped he would get a slap on the wrist and be sent back out to follow the suspect, but getting a talking-to from the commissioner was a different matter altogether. He was sure he was never going to hear the end of it.\n\n“Heya boss,” Weekly meekly stood in the doorframe, afraid of closing the door and losing a bunch of witnesses. “How’s it going?”\n\nSmirnov turned to face Weekly, a puff of smoke leaving his lips as he huffed his pipe. Being the commissioner during times like these was hard, but dealing with Weekly had been harder. The phone calls alone were giving him a migraine, especially when they started with someone calling about a weasel journalist rummaging through their trash.\n\n“Get your ass over here!” The German Shepherd’s eyes were practically bulging as they laid eyes on Weekly’s timid visage standing in the doorway. “And close the door while you’re at it!”\n\nWeekly had been called back to Smirnov’s office more and more recently, though this was the first time in a long time that he’d seen Smirnov this mad. Maybe it had something to do with a particular tail he hired getting caught a little less than decent in his most recent escapade. Weekly was a bit more than guilty on that part, at least.\n\n“Alright, alright, I got it.” Weekly couldn’t afford to lose his calm demeanor, especially not in front of someone as demanding as Commissioner Smirno.v “No need to shout”\n\nCalm was the last word that could’ve been used to describe Weekly. After spending a night on a bench in the station, he was on edge. He was more a bundle of nerves than a bundle of fur, fearing what Smirnov was going to say to him; heck, he was afraid of what the old dog might just do to him.\n\n“Sit down!” Smirnov was rubbing his temples, he was ringing like a gong just thinking about Weekly. “I have half a mind to throw you in a jail cell right now Weekly!”\n\nWeekly complied, meekly sitting down on the dingy wooden chair that sat in front of the commissioner’s desk. The height difference between the desk and chair only made Weekly feel smaller than he already did. His feet barely touched the ground as he sat with his camera gingerly sitting on his lap.\n\n“So what’s this about boss?” The innocent tone in Weekly’s voice was more than enough sass to get his sarcasm through. “Ya finally giving me a raise?”\n\nThe joke did not land with Smirnov as Weekly hoped. The weasel only gave an awkward gulp as the commissioner stared him down, eyes red and bloodshot from all the paperwork he had to go through the night prior. Getting back on Smirnov’s good side was going to be harder than he thought.\n\n“A raise is the last thing I’m giving you after your last escapade!” Smirnov’s voice continued to shake the station as he scolded the weasely reporter, “What were you even thinking?\n\nJust outside the office, countless officers tried to listen in on the gossip. Weekly had been known as the commissioner’s go-to confidential informant. But hearing their boss start to tear into his favorite C.I. was a new experience. And none of them knew what made their boss so angry at the little guy.\n\n“I was thinking tailing the governor to his estate was a good idea!” Weekly continued to put up a facade of innocence, reassuring Smirnov that all he did was what he was asked to do, tail a suspect. “Wouldn’t you have done the same thing?”\n\n\nWeekly showed off his signature smile, trying to win Smirnov’s heart one last time. Suffice to say his toothy grin did nothing more than piss the German shepherd off even more. Smirnov knew what Weekly did, and he did not like it one bit.\n\n“That’s not what I meant,” Smirnov had calmed down a bit, not much, but just a bit that he stopped shouting loud enough for the whole station to hear. “You know that’s not what I meant!”\n\nSmirnov had more than enough evidence to put Weekly away for a long time, he’s always had. But this time it was a first he’d be getting dirt on the weasel that didn’t involve trespassing. He didn’t plan on using any of it any time soon, but he did want to hear a confession from the weasel just this once.\n\n“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Weekly relented, sticking to his story and giving Smirnov a hopeful glance as he spat out his lies, “I just tailed the governor, just like you asked.”\n\nAh, the governor, a criminal, a crook, someone Smirnov wanted to put away for a long time. As much as he yearned to put the corrupt official in his place behind bars, Weekly was going to get the brunt of his attention today. He felt his blood boil just thinking about Weekly fucking up their investigation by getting caught, not getting caught, getting caught holding his cock in his hands.\n\n“I told you to tail the governor!” Smirnov broke his facade of control by lashing out once more, the truth of Weekly’s shame finally loud enough for the other officers to hear: “Not tail his trainer, and I sure as hell didn’t tell you to jack off to him in their backyard.”\n\n\nA blush spread through Weekly’s face as he heard his misdemeanor put out there for anyone listening to hear. He was sure there was someone behind the door too, laughing their ass off hearing of Weekly’s most recent blunder. He was pretty sure he was never going to live this down.\n\n“Not too loud!” Weekly’s confidence finally broke, as he tried to grasp at straws for a reason for his lecherous behavior on the job, “I can explain! Y’see, I uh, he uh, there was uh, um, weather balloons!”\n\nSmirnov stared at Weekly before giving a hearty laugh. His eyes scanned the short stack in front of him—small, weak, and helpless. Anger motivated Smirnov at this moment, anger that was sure to put the weasel on the right path by teaching him a stern lesson.\n\n“I’ve had it up to here with your bullshit Weekly” Smirnov’s rage was palpable, every word carried with it a power that showed just how he became the current police commissioner “And I think I know just the way to get you back on track”\n\n\nReaching into his desk, Smirnov pulled out a small metal device that fit snugly on the palm of his hand. From where Weekly sat, it looked to be a small metallic dome attached at a single point to an equally small metallic ring. As the office’s fluorescent lights flickered, the device seemed to glint in the unnatural light, attracting all attention to it. Weekly couldn’t help but gulp in fear at what the device was. Being a member of the city’s seedy underbelly, he’d heard about those things, though he’d never seen it in person before.\n\n“Uh,” Weekly fidgeted in his seat, his fear overtaking his panic, “What’s that?”\n\nAs fear crept into Weekly, he felt a primal urge creep along with it. The large, domineering commissioner stood before him with the aura of someone fitting his position as head of the police force. Weekly felt his loins stir as he looked up at the large German shepherd, fear turning into lust as Smirnov looked ready to put Weekly in his rightful place.\n\n“Just a little thing to keep you in check.” Smirnov slid a tiny key at where the dome met the ring, and their bond became undone, the unseen connection revealing itself to be a tiny lock to match its key. “Let’s call it a little bit of insurance”\n\nAt this moment, both Smirnov and Weekly licked their lips. Tension filled the air between them, as did silence. The only sound in the room was their breathing, coupled by the steady whir of a fan that stood behind Smirnov. Both felt the tension, as Smirnov’s was fueled by disappointment and anger, and the other felt more on libido than common sense. \n\n“Uh yeah, I think I got to go.” Weekly sweated bullets, standing up with his camera pressed against his crotch just to try and hide the growing bulge in his pants. “So if you don’t min,d I’ll just let myself out.”\n\n\nWeekly, try as he might, quickly dashed to the door. But Smirnov was faster, he closed the distance between himself and the door before Weekly could even yelp. Every time he saw Weekly leave his office after a successful tail gave him little reason to do this, but now, now was his chance to claim the little weasel for himself.\n\n“Drop the pants Weekly,” Smirnov leaned in close, practically pressing his lips to the weasel’s ear as he spoke “Or I’ll drop 'em for you!”\n\nWeekly shuddered, ecstasy filling his body as Smirnov’s breath tickled his ear. He knew he wanted this, heck he’d even dreamed about it. He just didn’t imagine it’d be like this; his eyes darted to the now noticeable bulge in Smirnov’s pants before going back to his growing bulge. \n\n“Uh no thank you” As much as he wanted to get dicked down by the commissioner of police of all people, he had to say no to the cage “I gotta go see ya!”\n\n\nHe was pushed back before Weekly could even push past Smirnov to get to the door. Strong large paws grabbed him by the armpit, carrying him skyward like he was some sort of rowdy child. But with the way he was fussing about in Smirnov’s arms, anyone would’ve thought the same\n\n“Not so fast” Smirnov carried him back to his desk, not wanting to lean down too low for what he was about to do “I’m not letting you off the hook this time”\n\nWith a thud, Smirnov dropped weekly on the desk, the weasel falling on his back. With the wind knocked out of him, Weekly could do little as his pants were methodically stripped off of him. His brown leather slacks were already worn out from years of use, now they were slowly being pulled off him with barely any form of resistance. Weekly felt butterflies in his stomach as he watched the large and imposing police commissioner unbutton and slip off the weasel’s slacks with the professionalism you’d expect from someone of his position. How he moved looked so professional that you would think removing trousers off of suspects was part of his training regimen. Weekly’s undies were soon on full display as Smirnov removed the weasel’s slacks. The commissioner couldn’t help but squint his eyes at the sight of the stained underwear covering Weekly’s groin.\n\n“Have you ever heard of washing Weekly?” There was disappointment in Smirnov’s tone as he spoke, something more akin to a disappointed older brother than a police commissioner, or at least that’s how Weekly felt listening to the scolding he was getting “Who knew the rumors about your so-called hygiene were true, or at least the lack of it anyways”\n\nBefore Weekly could chime in about the state of his underwear, he felt Smirnov’s strong hands grab the worn waistband of his tighty-whities. Weekly tried to reach for his underwear, but a low and menacing growl stopped him from even trying to resist. Soon, both Weekly’s underwear and slacks were folded onto a neat pile on the floor as a weak breeze wafted over his now exposed nethers; the weasel felt his balls practically pull in from the cold and fear he felt at this moment. Though much to his chagrin, he felt his member slowly come to life at its sudden exposure.\n\nCream-colored fur covered Weekly from his chin down to his crotch, a fact only he and other similarly built weasels would’ve known. Now Smirnov knew this as well as he stared down the half-naked weasel now lying on his desk. Weekly knew this and felt all the meeker as his meager creamy white sheath was put on full display for the German shepherd. His legs dangled off the side of the table, and his ping-pong-sized balls did just the same. His hands practically flew to his crotch in an attempt to hide his privates, but a single swat from Smirnov that was accompanied by a growl that left him less than eager to try again.\n\n“Now now, this is the little bugger that’s been keeping you busy” Smirnov ran a single clawed finger down Weekly’s exposed belly, tracing a line that ended neatly on the weasel’s already plumping sheath “How pathetically small, dare I even say cute!”\n\nWeekly couldn’t help but blush; to be put on display like this was one thing, but being called cute was another. Weekly knew he was average at best for a mammal of his size, but lying on his back half-naked left him feeling all that more smaller, especially with Smirnov’s bulky frame towering over him.\n\nWeekly felt his entire body tingle; the feeling of being put in his place by someone like Smirnov of all people was alluring, tempting even. But his thoughts of what hid behind the commissioner's pants were interrupted by him remembering that this was going to be his punishment, not his reward.\n\n“I’m not small… er cute” Weekly muttered enough courage to defend his size, but with how lacking he was in attire, it left him looking more cute than threatening “It’s perfectly average for someone like me!” \n\nBefore Weekly could eke out more words to his defense, he felt his heart leap up his throat as Smirnov slid a digit into the weasel’s sheath. The sudden intrusion was a new experience for Weekly, new but not unwelcome however, as he felt his member slowly come to life at the stimulation it was getting.\n\n“Aw, that shut you up now, didn’t it? Thinking with your cock rather than your head” Weekly fought back moans as Smirnov continued to dig into his pathetic state, yet the moans turned into whimpers as he felt more of his cock spill out of his sheath “So pathetic Weekly, we’d barely even started and you’re already leaking”\n\nWeekly was indeed leaking, as much as he closed his eyes and as much as he wanted to deny it, he was turned on. Everything that was happening to him right now had been a part of a series of fantasies he’d been having ever since he’d first seen the commissioner, though this was not how he expected it to happen. \n\nSmirnov’s prodding soon turned to naught but air as Weekly had grown to his full length. Just as Smirnov mentioned before, the words pathetic flittered about his mind as he looked down at the weasel’s erection with a sneer. Suffice to say, disappointed was one word to describe how Smirnov felt looking at the half-naked weasel slowly humping the air in hopes of any form of stimulation to come his way; disappointed in Weekly’s lust and disappointed in Weekly’s cock.\n\n“Hnnng more,” Weekly moaned in hushed tones, not wanting Smirnov to hear the excitement that was building up in him. But alas, his efforts were for naught, for as soon as the single utterance of yes left the weasel’s lips, Smirnov’s anger flared. \n\nWeekly’s erection soon died down as an abrupt flick from Smirnov’s fingers sent pain flaring all throughout the weasel’s body. The sudden onset of pain came just as quickly as the pleasure disappeared. That is to say, Weekly did not enjoy it, not one bit; even if a stream of pre left his cock before it slowly receded back into his furry sheath.\n\nWeekly was about to shout in pain, that is, until a large furry hand covered his face. He could only look to the hand’s owner with pleading eyes. Tears welled behind Weekly’s eyes as Smirnov grinned back at him. Smirnov wasn’t joking, and that was what Weekly began to fear.\n\n“It seems you aren’t taking this lesson seriously.” Smirnov kneaded Weekly’s needy balls, all before slipping on the constrictive metal ring. “Why don’t I show you just how serious I am!”\n\nIt took a few moments for the commissioner to weave Weekly’s sheath and balls through the cage’s ring. With his large fingers and Weekly’s small nethers, it was no wonder he was fumbling with it a bit. But after a few minutes of finagling Weekly’s full balls, Smirnov was finally able to press the ring against the base of Weekly’s privates.\n\nThe metal ring was tight, to say the least. It nestled itself at the base of Weekly’s sheath and balls all the while pulling said balls forward. The ring made itself apparent to Weekly as the foreign piece of metal felt unnatural. He was sure to have an awkward gait if he were to wear it for who knows how long. But that was the least of his worries, as next came the cage itself.\n\nWithout warning or another word, Smirnov pressed the metal dome atop Weekly’s sheath. The cage’s metal dome pressed itself against Weekly’s flaccid cock, pressing itself deep into his sheath. The cage dwelt within his sheath, assuring that any wanton erections were soon stymied by its presence.\n\nAccompanied by a few anguished moans coming from the weasel was the sound of an audible click that filled the room. Weekly could only look down in horror to see that Smirnov had just successfully locked his cock away in a tiny metal prison with what looked to be an equally tiny key.\n\n“There, that should do it” Smirnov playfully moved the key between his fingers with a exterity that you wouldn’t have expected from him “Can’t think with your cock if you can’t touch it now can you?”\n\nSure enough, Weekly tried to touch himself; emphasis on tried. His hands began exploring the new intimate piece of metalwork attached to his body. The cold metal began to match his body temperature as he tried to move it about, though his ministrations only got him a sore set of balls than any form of release.\n“C’mon, you can’t be serious Smirnov!” Weekly continued to pry at the cage attached to his nethers as he pleaded with the commissioner, “Just let me out and I’ll be a good little journalist, I promise.”\n\n\nSmirnov looked down at the pathetic Weasel groveling before him. Seeing Weekly put in his place awakened something in him, something less than ideal for Weekly that is. Smirnov felt his blood pressure rise, though that wasn’t the only thing that began to rise.\n\n“No can do Weekly.” Smirnov began to undo his tie, rolling it up into a bundle before slipping it into a drawer. “I believe this is a learning moment for you, I believe it’s time for you to learn some proper discipline.”\n\nWeekly was too focused on his own caged cock to notice Smirnov looming over him, snarling with need more than anger. Weekly himself felt his own body betray him as his cock soon tried to get hard from all the attention he had been giving it. As much as he wanted to get hard, now was not the time for an erection.\n\n“Please be reasonable!” Weekly tried to prop himself up by the elbows just to get a better view of the cage, but Smirnov had other plans. “Don’t do this, please!”\n\n\nAs one hand pressed Weekly against the table once more, his other hand proceeded to explore Weekly’s new metallic piece of apparel. Smirnov’s hands were rough, his pawpads like soft sandpaper, but they provided enough grit that made Weekly swoon. The weasel couldn’t help but curl his toes as Smirnov began kneading the needy weasel’s balls once more.\n\n“Well, that’s the thing, Weekly.” With a playful tap, the cage rang like a bell. Weekly was utterly trapped, and under the commissioner’s lock and key, quite literally, “I already did it, and this key is the only thing that can give you your freedom, understand!?”\n\n\nAfter the onslaught of stimulation, Weekly’s balls were less than eager to feel them stop. The weasel felt his stomach fill with butterflies as he felt one of the German Sheperd’s fingers trace a line along the crack of his ass. The commissioner wiggled a finger between his cheeks before resting upon the fleshy ring that lay between them.\n\n“Oh, tight one aren’t we?” Smirnov relished the look Weekly gave him, one of desperation and neediness, the face of someone who’d be willing to listen to his orders. “No one to help you, loosen up?”\n\nWeekly wanted to bury his face in the ground. This was all too much, all too embarrassing, but something deep inside him didn’t want Smirnov to stop. He felt a need of wanting to be ravaged by the big, bad commissioner. It may have been the cage talking but he wanted more of whatever this was, even if it meant being the commissioner’s very own personal pet.\n\n“Nnnn..no.” An awkward silence followed Weekly’s meek reply. Then a hearty laughter erupted from Smirnov, surprising the weasel.\n\nSmirnov pressed his finger deeper, getting a feel of Weekly’s tight ass. The tight hole proved more than difficult, but tit was nothing Smirnov hadn’t done before. As for Weekly, his face was flush with embarrassment and pleasure as he felt his insides get invaded by the German Shepherd’s lone digit.\n\n“Now I heard differently, I know you spend a lot of time with Detective Blacksad.” Smirnov spoke with a stern tone as if he wasn’t fingering a half-naked weasel in the middle of his office. “And word on the street is, you’ve raised your tail for him once or twice.”\n\nWeekly couldnb’t muster an answer, heck he couldn’t even reply. Embarrassment flooded him as he remembered all the times he raised his tail for the good detective; in the car, behind the station, and one time even in the park. Remembering Blacksad brought on more horny thoughts than he wanted to admit. And betting dollars to donuts Smirnov knew this too.\n\n“Now, why would you go and lie to my face Weekly?” Smirnov dug his finger deeper, pressing harshly on the bundle of nerves that was Weekly’s prostate, sending a message to the weasel “Y’know I don’t like liars”\n\nWhat would’ve been pleasurable in normal circumstances for the weasel was turned into torture as he felt his balls pulled forth by their constrictive prison as he tried to get hard. Yet something deep inside him told him this was where he was meant to be. Under Smirnov getting punished, getting toyed with.\n\n“Well, it’s only right I have a turn anyway. Being commissioner and all, Smirnov leaned in close, whispering into Weekly’s ear, making sure he got the message across: “You belong to me now anyway.”\n\nWeekly moaned as Smirnov finally found what he was looking for. As ingle digit was all he needed to poke and prod at the bundle of nerves deep in Weekly’s ass. This was the first time Weekly had anything up his tuchus, and this was the first time he felt such pleasure. He could feel his cock try and get hard, leaking more and more pre as Smirnov continued to poke at Weekly’s sensitive spot. \n\nWhen Smirnov was finished, Weekly was nothing more than a weeping, needy mess in need of release. His balls were practically pulled taught by the cage with how hard his cock tried to form an erection. Smirnov can only imagine what Weekly was going through, and it turned him on even more. He could feel his loins stir in anticipation, his suit’s pants were already starting to feel tight as his cock began to get hard on its own.\n\n“Oh, looks like you’ve done it now Weekly.” As one hand continued to massage Weekly’s so-called weak spot, another was free to rub at his own growing bulge. There was a visible outline of a canine cock jutting from the front of the commissioner’s pants, and as tired as Weekly was, he couldn’t help but notice it too. “You’ve gone and riled me up, are you going to take responsibility for it? Weasel?”\n\nWith a single hand, Smirnov was able to neatly unbutton his pants and slip down his own underwear. Just by the sight of the underwear, you could already notice the stark contrast between the two’s undergarments. Smirnov’s underwear was antithetical to Weekly’s, a pair of blue boxer shorts that looked as clean as the day they were first worn. And to add even more to the stark contrast, where Weekly had a small tent propping up in his trousers, Smirnov was hiding a monster of a cock practically tearing at the front of his boxers. Smirnov was practically fully hard, his cock pitching a rather large tent that was soon taken down as a single button was undone.\n\n“Ugh, if I do,” Weekly spoke in between moans. Try as he might to get his message across, he moaned more than he talked as Smirnov continued his onslaught of pleasure. “Will you let me out of the cage?”\n\n\nSmirnov’s finger didn’t stop, even when he gave Weekly a playful stare. The commissioner even gave off the face of someone deep in thought as if he was seriously pondering an answer to Weekly’s question. But with how deeply his finger was working, the weasel could’ve probably gauged an answer.\n\n“Hmmmm… We’ll see. With a loud and audible pop, Smirnov pulled out his finger from Weekly’s winking pucker before placing it on the opening of Weekly’s cage. “For now, get to work!”\n\nConfusion spread across Weekly’s face as he pondered what Smirnov meant, that is until Smirnov started to approach Weekly’s front end with cock out. Each step made the massive cock sway to and fro, the large bulbus knot seemed to glow int he fluorescent light, cathing more of Weekly’s attention than he wanted to admit. The weasel could feel its own locked up member meekly leak against its confines, a small trail of clear-looking pre leaking from the opening on the front.\n\n“WAI…” Weekly’s protests were silenced once more as Smirnov’s crimson cock proceeded to invade the weasel’s mouth. The sudden intrusion was not unwelcome, but it was unforeseen. Soon Weekly was forced to swallow inch after inch of the German Shepherd’s length, all while his own was forced to leak uselessly between his legs.\n\nSmirnov was like a piston, humping away with reckless abandon against Weekly’s mouth. Every thrust slapped his balls against the side of Weekly’s face, all while the weasel got a face-full of The German Sheperd’s pubes everythme he felt the cock plunge itself deeper. The taste of salty pre filled his mouth, as did discomfort. But the pleasure he felt somehow eroded this feeling, numbing him from the pain.\n\n“Ah, yes, now that’s a good boy Weekly.” The large bulbous knot became more and more apparent as Smirnov tried to practically pry Weekly’s mouth open with it. “Just be a good little weasel and use your mouth to the fullest.”\n\nWeekly was caught off guard by the cock currently in his mouth, but he was even more caught off guard by Smirnov cumming. He hilted his cock deep into Weekly’s maw before pressing down on his face. The weasel could feel the cock down his throat pulsate with need as it deposited spurt after spurt of the commissioner’s seed. The warm fluid felt like it immediately went down his gullet and into his stomach, filling him one way or another. \n\nThe worst part was that Smirnov opted to hold down Weekly’s head as he came, forcing the weasel to take all of it in, not letting a single drop fall to the floor. Weekly couldn’t admit it then and there, but the feeling of Smirnov’s rough paws all over his face turned him on something fierce. He may have wanted to take a breath or two, but inhaling only left him taking in more of Smirnov’s masculine scent, sending shivers down his spine.\n\nWhen Smirnov finally finished, he pulled out, a trail of seed forming a thin line between Weekly’s mouth and Smirnov’s still rock-hard erection. Taking out the knot so forcefully would’ve dislocated Weekly’s jaw had he not had some experience in the field of taking larger males. As soon as Smirnov’s cock left Weekly’s mouth the weasel took deep breaths, the scent of cum and sex still lingering in the air.\n\n“Aw, you made a mess on my desk, of all places.” Smirnov inspected Weekly’s leaking cage, unfazed by the fact that he had just came down the weasel’s mouth mere moments ago. “Can’t have you leaking all over town, now can we?”\n\nSmirnov turned around and took something from one of his desk drawers. A swath of cloth and a baby pin. Judging by the looks of it Weekly was just as confused as when he first entered the room. His confusion only deepened when Smirnov walked around to Weekly’s crotch and with deft fingers began wrapping his crotch in the cloth, locking it all in place with an oversized bobby pin.\n\n“Just wear this for now, I’d just hate to imagine the stains you’ll leaving without it,” Weekly was dumbfounded as it took him a moment to realize just what Smirnov had placed on him; an embarrassment, it was humiliating, degrading even for someone like him to be seen wearing this hullabaloo. Granted his old pair of underwear was no better, but at least it was his choice to wear em’ “And I can’t let you wear the rag you call your underwear”\n\nSmirnov also had this realization as he squinted his eyes and Weekly looked more like a meek baby than a weasel lying on his desk. The large bundle that was supposed to be a makeshift piece of underwear started looking like a pair of diapers that fit the weasel perfectly.\n\n“C,mon man, at least give me your underwear!” Weekly tried adjusting the saggy clothe that covered his crotch, as much as he’d loathe to admit it, Smirnov did a good job with the diaper job “I can’t go out wearing this, this uhhh, diaper!”\n\nWeekly practically fell off the table as he proceeded to try and finagle the diaper’s bobby pin. The amount of cloth Smirnov used was not proportional to Weekly, leaving the cloth diaper larger and puffier than normal. If anything, Weekly looked like an oversized baby weasel rather than the harrowed journalist he was when he entered the office.\n\n“Oh, I think that’d be perfect, a diaper is just what you needed,” Weekly opened his mouth to protest at his new underwear, only to be interrupted by Smirnov once more, “I hear one more word about your new wardrobe and you’ll never see the key to your cage again, understand?”\n\nWeekly was unceremoniously pushed off the desk, all while his old pair of underwear was thrown in the trash bin. Weekly hit the floor with a thud, shaking the entire office, all while Smirnov looked unfazed at the fumbling weasel scrambling to get on his feet in front of him. He was done with his business with Weekly, anyhow.\n\n“Now, I see you get the picture” Smirnov had already put his pants back on, hiding his still hard canine cock behind his thin tweed pants “I only got you that thing because I can’t expect you to clean your own underwear”\n\nWeekly scoffed before shooting a glare at the commissioner now sitting at his desk. As sure as he was a journalist, Weekly was going to find a way out from under Smirnov's thumb, he just needed a bit of time. Though he disliked the rough handling he was just given, the slow and steady buzz he felt was still ringing through his system. His cock alone still felt the arousal, leaking through it’s metal confines almost staining the front of his brand new diaper in his wasted seed.\n\n“Oh, and don’t forget your pants,” Smirnov called to Weekly just as his hands made contact with the door, the teasing followed by Weekly’s pants flying through the air. “Can’t have the whole station hearing about our little secret now, can we?”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Didn’t I warn you, Weekly? Chief ain’t gonna be happy hearing about this!” A beat cop picked up the weasel after hearing on the radio that a particular journalist was caught with his pants around his ankles, quite literally. “Imagine, another civvy getting their knickers in a twist because they caught you snooping around.”

Weekly squirmed in his seat. This wasn’t the first time a beat cop caught him, but it was the first time he was taken in for public indecency. Then again, the backyard of a well-known politician probably shouldn’t have been considered a public place. How could Weekly have known the perp he was tailing would’ve been quite the looker? Especially after just getting out of a hot shower.

“Ain’t my fault they ran out where I was er… relieving myself let’s leave it at that,” Weekly thought to explain his train of thought at that moment, but he felt his face flush just thinking how it would sound to the beat cop “Just be grateful I got a few pics of ‘em fleeing the scene”


Everyone at the station already knew Weekly, a nuisance of a journalist who often helped the New York police force when they needed his expertise. Being a weasely journalist who also happened to be a weasel helped Weekly get into tight spaces where no typical cop would be caught dead. However, that did not mean he was immune to the law—quite the opposite, as he’s had quite a busy year getting processed for the occasional misdemeanor here and there.

“What were you doing there anyhow?” More cops inched closer, wanting to hear the dirt that Weekly may have dug up. “Heard about some big scoop about the governor?”

Attention was one of the things Weekly had never been equipped to handle, especially from a crowd. The Weasel couldn’t help but light up as soon as he saw the disgruntled and fuming face of the police commissioner from the sea of faces surrounding him. Weekly had never been happier to see an angry German shepherd than today.

“WEEEEEEEKLYYYYY” Everyone suddenly forgot about Weekly and returned to their work. The commissioner’s words parted the crowd like magic: “Get in my office right this second!”

Smirnov stormed back into his office, slamming his door in the process. The entire station shook, followed by a silence that could only be described as palpable. No one uttered a word, no one even cracked a joke about how ducked Weekly was about to be. Smirnov was one hundred percent pissed at Weekly and everyone at the station knows it.

“It’s way above your pay grade, bud.” With a wink and a smile, Weekly took his leave and began walking with a camera in hand. “Now be a doll and go get me something to drink, your boss is calling me.”

Weekly may have looked smug and happy as he trudged towards Smirnov’s office, but it was all a facade as he practically panicked inside. He had hoped he would get a slap on the wrist and be sent back out to follow the suspect, but getting a talking-to from the commissioner was a different matter altogether. He was sure he was never going to hear the end of it.

“Heya boss,” Weekly meekly stood in the doorframe, afraid of closing the door and losing a bunch of witnesses. “How’s it going?”

Smirnov turned to face Weekly, a puff of smoke leaving his lips as he huffed his pipe. Being the commissioner during times like these was hard, but dealing with Weekly had been harder. The phone calls alone were giving him a migraine, especially when they started with someone calling about a weasel journalist rummaging through their trash.

“Get your ass over here!” The German Shepherd’s eyes were practically bulging as they laid eyes on Weekly’s timid visage standing in the doorway. “And close the door while you’re at it!”

Weekly had been called back to Smirnov’s office more and more recently, though this was the first time in a long time that he’d seen Smirnov this mad. Maybe it had something to do with a particular tail he hired getting caught a little less than decent in his most recent escapade. Weekly was a bit more than guilty on that part, at least.

“Alright, alright, I got it.” Weekly couldn’t afford to lose his calm demeanor, especially not in front of someone as demanding as Commissioner Smirno.v “No need to shout”

Calm was the last word that could’ve been used to describe Weekly. After spending a night on a bench in the station, he was on edge. He was more a bundle of nerves than a bundle of fur, fearing what Smirnov was going to say to him; heck, he was afraid of what the old dog might just do to him.

“Sit down!” Smirnov was rubbing his temples, he was ringing like a gong just thinking about Weekly. “I have half a mind to throw you in a jail cell right now Weekly!”

Weekly complied, meekly sitting down on the dingy wooden chair that sat in front of the commissioner’s desk. The height difference between the desk and chair only made Weekly feel smaller than he already did. His feet barely touched the ground as he sat with his camera gingerly sitting on his lap.

“So what’s this about boss?” The innocent tone in Weekly’s voice was more than enough sass to get his sarcasm through. “Ya finally giving me a raise?”

The joke did not land with Smirnov as Weekly hoped. The weasel only gave an awkward gulp as the commissioner stared him down, eyes red and bloodshot from all the paperwork he had to go through the night prior. Getting back on Smirnov’s good side was going to be harder than he thought.

“A raise is the last thing I’m giving you after your last escapade!” Smirnov’s voice continued to shake the station as he scolded the weasely reporter, “What were you even thinking?

Just outside the office, countless officers tried to listen in on the gossip. Weekly had been known as the commissioner’s go-to confidential informant. But hearing their boss start to tear into his favorite C.I. was a new experience. And none of them knew what made their boss so angry at the little guy.

“I was thinking tailing the governor to his estate was a good idea!” Weekly continued to put up a facade of innocence, reassuring Smirnov that all he did was what he was asked to do, tail a suspect. “Wouldn’t you have done the same thing?”


Weekly showed off his signature smile, trying to win Smirnov’s heart one last time. Suffice to say his toothy grin did nothing more than piss the German shepherd off even more. Smirnov knew what Weekly did, and he did not like it one bit.

“That’s not what I meant,” Smirnov had calmed down a bit, not much, but just a bit that he stopped shouting loud enough for the whole station to hear. “You know that’s not what I meant!”

Smirnov had more than enough evidence to put Weekly away for a long time, he’s always had. But this time it was a first he’d be getting dirt on the weasel that didn’t involve trespassing. He didn’t plan on using any of it any time soon, but he did want to hear a confession from the weasel just this once.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Weekly relented, sticking to his story and giving Smirnov a hopeful glance as he spat out his lies, “I just tailed the governor, just like you asked.”

Ah, the governor, a criminal, a crook, someone Smirnov wanted to put away for a long time. As much as he yearned to put the corrupt official in his place behind bars, Weekly was going to get the brunt of his attention today. He felt his blood boil just thinking about Weekly fucking up their investigation by getting caught, not getting caught, getting caught holding his cock in his hands.

“I told you to tail the governor!” Smirnov broke his facade of control by lashing out once more, the truth of Weekly’s shame finally loud enough for the other officers to hear: “Not tail his trainer, and I sure as hell didn’t tell you to jack off to him in their backyard.”


A blush spread through Weekly’s face as he heard his misdemeanor put out there for anyone listening to hear. He was sure there was someone behind the door too, laughing their ass off hearing of Weekly’s most recent blunder. He was pretty sure he was never going to live this down.

“Not too loud!” Weekly’s confidence finally broke, as he tried to grasp at straws for a reason for his lecherous behavior on the job, “I can explain! Y’see, I uh, he uh, there was uh, um, weather balloons!”

Smirnov stared at Weekly before giving a hearty laugh. His eyes scanned the short stack in front of him—small, weak, and helpless. Anger motivated Smirnov at this moment, anger that was sure to put the weasel on the right path by teaching him a stern lesson.

“I’ve had it up to here with your bullshit Weekly” Smirnov’s rage  was palpable, every word carried with it a power that showed just how he became the current police commissioner “And I think I know just the way to get you back on track”


Reaching into his desk, Smirnov pulled out a small metal device that fit snugly on the palm of his hand. From where Weekly sat, it looked to be a small metallic dome attached at a single point to an equally small metallic ring. As the office’s fluorescent lights flickered, the device seemed to glint in the unnatural light, attracting all attention to it. Weekly couldn’t help but gulp in fear at what the device was. Being a member of the city’s seedy underbelly, he’d heard about those things, though he’d never seen it in person before.

“Uh,” Weekly fidgeted in his seat, his fear overtaking his panic, “What’s that?”

As fear crept into Weekly, he felt a primal urge creep along with it. The large, domineering commissioner stood before him with the aura of someone fitting his position as head of the police force. Weekly felt his loins stir as he looked up at the large German shepherd, fear turning into lust as Smirnov looked ready to put Weekly in his rightful place.

“Just a little thing to keep you in check.” Smirnov slid a tiny key at where the dome met the ring, and their bond became undone, the unseen connection revealing itself to be a tiny lock to match its key. “Let’s call it a little bit of insurance”

At this moment, both Smirnov and Weekly licked their lips. Tension filled the air between them, as did silence. The only sound in the room was their breathing, coupled by the steady whir of a fan that stood behind Smirnov. Both felt the tension, as Smirnov’s was fueled by disappointment and anger, and the other felt more on libido than common sense.

“Uh yeah, I think I got to go.” Weekly sweated bullets, standing up with his camera pressed against his crotch just to try and hide the growing bulge in his pants. “So if you don’t min,d I’ll just let myself out.”


Weekly, try as he might, quickly dashed to the door. But Smirnov was faster, he closed the distance between himself and the door before Weekly could even yelp. Every time he saw Weekly leave his office after a successful tail gave him little reason to do this, but now, now was his chance to claim the little weasel for himself.

“Drop the pants Weekly,” Smirnov leaned in close, practically pressing his lips to the weasel’s ear as he spoke “Or I’ll drop 'em for you!”

Weekly shuddered, ecstasy filling his body as Smirnov’s breath tickled his ear. He knew he wanted this, heck he’d even dreamed about it. He just didn’t imagine it’d be like this; his eyes darted to the now noticeable bulge in Smirnov’s pants before going back to his growing bulge.  

“Uh no thank you” As much as he wanted to get dicked down by the commissioner of police of all people, he had to say no to the cage “I gotta go see ya!”


He was pushed back before Weekly could even push past Smirnov to get to the door. Strong large paws grabbed him by the armpit, carrying him skyward like he was some sort of rowdy child.  But with the way he was fussing about in Smirnov’s arms, anyone would’ve thought the same

“Not so fast” Smirnov carried him back to his desk, not wanting to lean down too low for what he was about to do “I’m not letting you off the hook this time”

With a thud, Smirnov dropped weekly on the desk, the weasel falling on his back. With the wind knocked out of him, Weekly could do little as his pants were methodically stripped off of him. His brown leather slacks were already worn out from years of use, now they were slowly being pulled off him with barely any form of resistance. Weekly felt butterflies in his stomach as he watched the large and imposing police commissioner unbutton and slip off the weasel’s slacks with the professionalism you’d expect from someone of his position. How he moved looked so professional that you would think removing trousers off of suspects was part of his training regimen. Weekly’s undies were soon on full display as Smirnov removed the weasel’s slacks. The commissioner couldn’t help but squint his eyes at the sight of the stained underwear covering Weekly’s groin.

“Have you ever heard of washing Weekly?” There was disappointment in Smirnov’s tone as he spoke, something more akin to a disappointed older brother than a police commissioner, or at least that’s how Weekly felt listening to the scolding he was getting “Who knew the rumors about your so-called hygiene were true, or at least the lack of it anyways”

Before Weekly could chime in about the state of his underwear, he felt Smirnov’s strong hands grab the worn waistband of his tighty-whities. Weekly tried to reach for his underwear, but a low and menacing growl stopped him from even trying to resist. Soon, both Weekly’s underwear and slacks were folded onto a neat pile on the floor as a weak breeze wafted over his now exposed nethers; the weasel felt his balls practically pull in from the cold and fear he felt at this moment. Though much to his chagrin, he felt his member slowly come to life at its sudden exposure.

Cream-colored fur covered Weekly from his chin down to his crotch, a fact only he and other similarly built weasels would’ve known. Now Smirnov knew this as well as he stared down the half-naked weasel now lying on his desk. Weekly knew this and felt all the meeker as his meager creamy white sheath was put on full display for the German shepherd. His legs dangled off the side of the table, and his ping-pong-sized balls did just the same.  His hands practically flew to his crotch in an attempt to hide his privates, but a single swat from Smirnov that was accompanied by a growl that left him less than eager to try again.

“Now now, this is the little bugger that’s been keeping you busy” Smirnov ran a single clawed finger down Weekly’s exposed belly, tracing a line that ended neatly on the weasel’s already plumping sheath “How pathetically small, dare I even say cute!”

Weekly couldn’t help but blush; to be put on display like this was one thing, but being called cute was another. Weekly knew he was average at best for a mammal of his size, but lying on his back half-naked left him feeling all that more smaller, especially with Smirnov’s bulky frame towering over him.

Weekly felt his entire body tingle; the feeling of being put in his place by someone like Smirnov of all people was alluring, tempting even. But his thoughts of what hid behind the commissioner's pants were interrupted by him remembering that this was going to be his punishment, not his reward.

“I’m not small… er cute” Weekly muttered enough courage to defend his size, but with how lacking he was in attire, it left him looking more cute than threatening “It’s perfectly average for someone like me!”

Before Weekly could eke out more words to his defense, he felt his heart leap up his throat as Smirnov slid a digit into the weasel’s sheath. The sudden intrusion was a new experience for Weekly, new but not unwelcome however, as he felt his member slowly come to life at the stimulation it was getting.

“Aw, that shut you up now, didn’t it? Thinking with your cock rather than your head” Weekly fought back moans as Smirnov continued to dig into his pathetic state, yet the moans turned into whimpers as he felt more of his cock spill out of his sheath “So pathetic Weekly, we’d barely even started and you’re already leaking”

Weekly was indeed leaking, as much as he closed his eyes and as much as he wanted to deny it, he was turned on. Everything that was happening to him right now had been a part of a series of fantasies he’d been having ever since he’d first seen the commissioner, though this was not how he expected it to happen.

Smirnov’s prodding soon turned to naught but air as Weekly had grown to his full length. Just as Smirnov mentioned before, the words pathetic flittered about his mind as he looked down at the weasel’s erection with a sneer. Suffice to say, disappointed was one word to describe how Smirnov felt looking at the half-naked weasel slowly humping the air in hopes of any form of stimulation to come his way; disappointed in Weekly’s lust and disappointed in Weekly’s cock.

“Hnnng more,” Weekly moaned in hushed tones, not wanting Smirnov to hear the excitement that was building up in him. But alas, his efforts were for naught, for as soon as the single utterance of yes left the weasel’s lips, Smirnov’s anger flared.

Weekly’s erection soon died down as an abrupt flick from Smirnov’s fingers sent pain flaring all throughout the weasel’s body. The sudden onset of pain came just as quickly as the pleasure disappeared. That is to say, Weekly did not enjoy it, not one bit; even if a stream of pre left his cock before it slowly receded back into his furry sheath.

Weekly was about to shout in pain, that is, until a large furry hand covered his face. He could only look to the hand’s owner with pleading eyes. Tears welled behind Weekly’s eyes as Smirnov grinned back at him. Smirnov wasn’t joking, and that was what Weekly began to fear.

“It seems you aren’t taking this lesson seriously.” Smirnov kneaded Weekly’s needy balls, all before slipping on the constrictive metal ring. “Why don’t I show you just how serious I am!”

It took a few moments for the commissioner to weave Weekly’s sheath and balls through the cage’s ring. With his large fingers and Weekly’s small nethers, it was no wonder he was fumbling with it a bit. But after a few minutes of finagling Weekly’s full balls, Smirnov was finally able to press the ring against the base of Weekly’s privates.

The metal ring was tight, to say the least. It nestled itself at the base of Weekly’s sheath and balls all the while pulling said balls forward. The ring made itself apparent to Weekly as the foreign piece of metal felt unnatural. He was sure to have an awkward gait if he were to wear it for who knows how long. But that was the least of his worries, as next came the cage itself.

Without warning or another word, Smirnov pressed the metal dome atop Weekly’s sheath. The cage’s metal dome pressed itself against Weekly’s flaccid cock, pressing itself deep into his sheath. The cage dwelt within his sheath, assuring that any wanton erections were soon stymied by its presence.

Accompanied by a few anguished moans coming from the weasel was the sound of an audible click that filled the room. Weekly could only look down in horror to see that Smirnov had just successfully locked his cock away in a tiny metal prison with what looked to be an equally tiny key.

“There, that should do it” Smirnov playfully moved the key between his fingers with a exterity that you wouldn’t have expected from him “Can’t think with your cock if you can’t touch it now can you?”

Sure enough, Weekly tried to touch himself; emphasis on tried. His hands began exploring the new intimate piece of metalwork attached to his body. The cold metal began to match his body temperature as he tried to move it about, though his ministrations only got him a sore set of balls than any form of release.
“C’mon, you can’t be serious Smirnov!” Weekly continued to pry at the cage attached to his nethers as he pleaded with the commissioner, “Just let me out and I’ll be a good little journalist, I promise.”


Smirnov looked down at the pathetic Weasel groveling before him. Seeing Weekly put in his place awakened something in him, something less than ideal for Weekly that is. Smirnov felt his blood pressure rise, though that wasn’t the only thing that began to rise.

“No can do Weekly.” Smirnov began to undo his tie, rolling it up into a bundle before slipping it into a drawer. “I believe this is a learning moment for you, I believe it’s time for you to learn some proper discipline.”

Weekly was too focused on his own caged cock to notice Smirnov looming over him, snarling with need more than anger. Weekly himself felt his own body betray him as his cock soon tried to get hard from all the attention he had been giving it. As much as he wanted to get hard, now was not the time for an erection.

“Please be reasonable!” Weekly tried to prop himself up by the elbows just to get a better view of the cage, but Smirnov had other plans. “Don’t do this, please!”


As one hand pressed Weekly against the table once more, his other hand proceeded to explore Weekly’s new metallic piece of apparel. Smirnov’s hands were rough, his pawpads like soft sandpaper, but they provided enough grit that made Weekly swoon. The weasel couldn’t help but curl his toes as Smirnov began kneading the needy weasel’s balls once more.

“Well, that’s the thing, Weekly.” With a playful tap, the cage rang like a bell. Weekly was utterly trapped, and under the commissioner’s lock and key, quite literally, “I already did it, and this key is the only thing that can give you your freedom, understand!?”


After the onslaught of stimulation, Weekly’s balls were less than eager to feel them stop. The weasel felt his stomach fill with butterflies as he felt one of the German Sheperd’s fingers trace a line along the crack of his ass. The commissioner wiggled a finger between his cheeks before resting upon the fleshy ring that lay between them.

“Oh, tight one aren’t we?” Smirnov relished the look Weekly gave him, one of desperation and neediness, the face of someone who’d be willing to listen to his orders. “No one to help you, loosen up?”

Weekly wanted to bury his face in the ground. This was all too much, all too embarrassing, but something deep inside him didn’t want Smirnov to stop. He felt a need of wanting to be ravaged by the big, bad commissioner. It may have been the cage talking but he wanted more of whatever this was, even if it meant being the commissioner’s very own personal pet.

“Nnnn..no.” An awkward silence followed Weekly’s meek reply. Then a hearty laughter erupted from Smirnov, surprising the weasel.

Smirnov pressed his finger deeper, getting a feel of Weekly’s tight ass. The tight hole proved more than difficult, but tit was nothing Smirnov hadn’t done before. As for Weekly, his face was flush with embarrassment and pleasure as he felt his insides get invaded by the German Shepherd’s lone digit.

“Now I heard differently, I know you spend a lot of time with Detective Blacksad.” Smirnov spoke with a stern tone as if he wasn’t fingering a half-naked weasel in the middle of his office. “And word on the street is, you’ve raised your tail for him once or twice.”

Weekly couldnb’t muster an answer, heck he couldn’t even reply. Embarrassment flooded him as he remembered all the times he raised his tail for the good detective; in the car, behind the station, and one time even in the park. Remembering Blacksad brought on more horny thoughts than he wanted to admit. And betting dollars to donuts Smirnov knew this too.

“Now, why would you go and lie to my face Weekly?” Smirnov dug his finger deeper, pressing harshly on the bundle of nerves that was Weekly’s prostate, sending a message to the weasel “Y’know I don’t like liars”

What would’ve been pleasurable in normal circumstances for the weasel was turned into torture as he felt his balls pulled forth by their constrictive prison as he tried to get hard. Yet something deep inside him told him this was where he was meant to be. Under Smirnov getting punished, getting toyed with.

“Well, it’s only right I have a turn anyway. Being commissioner and all, Smirnov leaned in close, whispering into Weekly’s ear, making sure he got the message across: “You belong to me now anyway.”

Weekly moaned as Smirnov finally found what he was looking for. As ingle digit was all he needed to poke and prod at the bundle of nerves deep in Weekly’s ass. This was the first time Weekly had anything up his tuchus, and this was the first time he felt such pleasure. He could feel his cock try and get hard, leaking more and more pre as Smirnov continued to poke at Weekly’s sensitive spot.

When Smirnov was finished, Weekly was nothing more than a weeping, needy mess in need of release. His balls were practically pulled taught by the cage with how hard his cock tried to form an erection. Smirnov can only imagine what Weekly was going through, and it turned him on even more. He could feel his loins stir in anticipation, his suit’s pants were already starting to feel tight as his cock began to get hard on its own.

“Oh, looks like you’ve done it now Weekly.” As one hand continued to massage Weekly’s so-called weak spot, another was free to rub at his own growing bulge. There was a visible outline of a canine cock jutting from the front of the commissioner’s pants, and as tired as Weekly was, he couldn’t help but notice it too. “You’ve gone and riled me up, are you going to take responsibility for it? Weasel?”

With a single hand, Smirnov was able to neatly unbutton his pants and slip down his own underwear. Just by the sight of the underwear, you could already notice the stark contrast between the two’s undergarments. Smirnov’s underwear was antithetical to Weekly’s, a pair of blue boxer shorts that looked as clean as the day they were first worn. And to add even more to the stark contrast, where Weekly had a small tent propping up in his trousers, Smirnov was hiding a monster of a cock practically tearing at the front of his boxers. Smirnov was practically fully hard, his cock pitching a rather large tent that was soon taken down as a single button was undone.

“Ugh, if I do,” Weekly spoke in between moans. Try as he might to get his message across, he moaned more than he talked as Smirnov continued his onslaught of pleasure. “Will you let me out of the cage?”


Smirnov’s finger didn’t stop, even when he gave Weekly a playful stare. The commissioner even gave off the face of someone deep in thought as if he was seriously pondering an answer to Weekly’s question. But with how deeply his finger was working, the weasel could’ve probably gauged an answer.

“Hmmmm… We’ll see. With a loud and audible pop, Smirnov pulled out his finger from Weekly’s winking pucker before placing it on the opening of Weekly’s cage. “For now, get to work!”

Confusion spread across Weekly’s face as he pondered what Smirnov meant, that is until Smirnov started to approach Weekly’s front end with cock out. Each step made the massive cock sway to and fro, the large bulbus knot seemed to glow int he fluorescent light, cathing more of Weekly’s attention than he wanted to admit. The weasel could feel its own locked up member meekly leak against its confines, a small trail of clear-looking pre leaking from the opening on the front.

“WAI…” Weekly’s protests were silenced once more as Smirnov’s crimson cock proceeded to invade the weasel’s mouth. The sudden intrusion was not unwelcome, but it was unforeseen. Soon Weekly was forced to swallow inch after inch of the German Shepherd’s length, all while his own was forced to leak uselessly between his legs.

Smirnov was like a piston, humping away with reckless abandon against Weekly’s mouth. Every thrust slapped his balls against the side of Weekly’s face, all while the weasel got a face-full of The German Sheperd’s pubes everythme he felt the cock plunge itself deeper. The taste of salty pre filled his mouth, as did discomfort. But the pleasure he felt somehow eroded this feeling, numbing him from the pain.

“Ah, yes, now that’s a good boy Weekly.” The large bulbous knot became more and more apparent as Smirnov tried to practically pry Weekly’s mouth open with it. “Just be a good little weasel and use your mouth to the fullest.”

Weekly was caught off guard by the cock currently in his mouth, but he was even more caught off guard by Smirnov cumming. He hilted his cock deep into Weekly’s maw before pressing down on his face. The weasel could feel the cock down his throat pulsate with need as it deposited spurt after spurt of the commissioner’s seed. The warm fluid felt like it immediately went down his gullet and into his stomach, filling him one way or another.

The worst part was that Smirnov opted to hold down Weekly’s head as he came, forcing the weasel to take all of it in, not letting a single drop fall to the floor. Weekly couldn’t admit it then and there, but the feeling of Smirnov’s rough paws all over his face turned him on something fierce. He may have wanted to take a breath or two, but inhaling only left him taking in more of Smirnov’s masculine scent, sending shivers down his spine.

When Smirnov finally finished, he pulled out, a trail of seed forming a thin line between Weekly’s mouth and Smirnov’s still rock-hard erection. Taking out the knot so forcefully would’ve dislocated Weekly’s jaw had he not had some experience in the field of taking larger males. As soon as Smirnov’s cock left Weekly’s mouth the weasel took deep breaths, the scent of cum and sex still lingering in the air.

“Aw, you made a mess on my desk, of all places.” Smirnov inspected Weekly’s leaking cage, unfazed by the fact that he had just came down the weasel’s mouth mere moments ago. “Can’t have you leaking all over town, now can we?”

Smirnov turned around and took something from one of his desk drawers. A swath of cloth and a baby pin. Judging by the looks of it Weekly was just as confused as when he first entered the room. His confusion only deepened when Smirnov walked around to Weekly’s crotch and with deft fingers began wrapping his crotch in the cloth, locking it all in place with an oversized bobby pin.

“Just wear this for now, I’d just hate to imagine the stains you’ll leaving without it,” Weekly was dumbfounded as it took him a moment to realize just what Smirnov had placed on him; an embarrassment, it was humiliating, degrading even for someone like him to be seen wearing this hullabaloo. Granted his old pair of underwear was no better, but at least it was his choice to wear em’  “And I can’t let you wear the rag you call your underwear”

Smirnov also had this realization as he squinted his eyes and Weekly looked more like a meek baby than a weasel lying on his desk. The large bundle that was supposed to be a makeshift piece of underwear started looking like a pair of diapers that fit the weasel perfectly.

“C,mon man, at least give me your underwear!” Weekly tried adjusting the saggy clothe that covered his crotch, as much as he’d loathe to admit it, Smirnov did a good job with the diaper job “I can’t go out wearing this, this uhhh, diaper!”

Weekly practically fell off the table as he proceeded to try and finagle the diaper’s bobby pin. The amount of cloth Smirnov used was not proportional to Weekly, leaving the cloth diaper larger and puffier than normal. If anything, Weekly looked like an oversized baby weasel rather than the harrowed journalist he was when he entered the office.

“Oh, I think that’d be perfect, a diaper is just what you needed,” Weekly opened his mouth to protest at his new underwear, only to be interrupted by Smirnov once more, “I hear one more word about your new wardrobe and you’ll never see the key to your cage again, understand?”

Weekly was unceremoniously pushed off the desk, all while his old pair of underwear was thrown in the trash bin. Weekly hit the floor with a thud, shaking the entire office, all while Smirnov looked unfazed at the fumbling weasel scrambling to get on his feet in front of him. He was done with his business with Weekly, anyhow.

“Now, I see you get the picture” Smirnov had already put his pants back on, hiding his still hard canine cock behind his thin tweed pants “I only got you that thing because I can’t expect you to clean your own underwear”

Weekly scoffed before shooting a glare at the commissioner now sitting at his desk. As sure as he was a journalist, Weekly was going to find a way out from under Smirnov's thumb, he just needed a bit of time. Though he disliked the rough handling he was just given, the slow and steady buzz he felt was still ringing through his system. His cock alone still felt the arousal, leaking through it’s metal confines almost staining the front of his brand new diaper in his wasted seed.

“Oh, and don’t forget your pants,” Smirnov called to Weekly just as his hands made contact with the door, the teasing followed by Weekly’s pants flying through the air. “Can’t have the whole station hearing about our little secret now, can we?”
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