Luis felt a little stupid squatting in the alley. It was mostly the outfit, or the lack thereof. They’d stashed his clothes behind a nearby dumpster, carefully folded and in a plastic bag, leaving him in only a pair of flip-flops and a bright red collar around his neck. It was actually somewhat pleasant in the spring breezes that swept through the alleyway around the buildings, taking the time to run across his ringed tail and under his balls while he went. He could hear the cars driving by the front of the building, a constant reminder of the risk he was taking. The hand on the back of his head was doing a lot to relieve his nervousness at the situation, even if the words of his boyfriend were far from supportive.
	“Yeah, babe. Why don’t I kick you out into that alley, let you show the world what you’re made for.” the greyhound says, tugging lightly on the leash attached to the coati’s collar. The words make Luis’s heart jump in his chest and his head swim. He accepts the dog’s cock into his throat, sliding his tongue along the underside. The hefty cock finally reaches it’s full eight inches of hardness with Luis nearly kissing his boyfriend’s balls and he feels a warm buzz at the thought. He starts pulling back, only to be held in place by a firm hand.
	“Oh, that got you going, huh?” Zack says. The lanky dog relaxes into the concrete of the building behind him and taking a long drag off his cigarillo. He lets the ash collect at the end while he pushes the coati’s face down around his humanoid cock. The sky above them was bright blue, and he smiles up at it, watching the single cloud that was visible from the narrow alley pass by. His heart beats wildly in his chest, betraying the canine’s otherwise cool demeanor. He focuses instead on feeling the warm mouth slide along his cock, and the feeling of the back of Luis’s throat squeezing around the last couple inches of his dick. It flexes around his member, earning a pleased grunt from the dog. He thrusts forward slightly, and he can feel his boyfriend swallow, pulling him in deeper, sending a wave of pleasure scintillating up the greyhound’s spine. The hand behind Luis’s head lets the coati go and gives him a gentle slap, more a signal to pay attention than an admonishment. “Show me how much you love this cock and maybe I won’t take your clothes inside with me.”
	The coati rubs the thinner fur on the greyhound’s stomach and the other hand goes to squeeze the base of the thick cock, keeping it hard while he pulls back. He continues to bob with an earnest joy, intently licking the hot appendage. He flicks his tongue along the glans before tasting the muskier flavor of the piss slit. The hand around the base of the dog’s cock jerks the lower half while he kisses and sucks along the upper. The way his boyfriend’s tail wags at the attention in spite of his stoic, dominating attitude sends a tingle of joy through his brain, amd his own cock as well.
	Luis lets go of Zack’s dick to start playing with his own, head light with the pleasures he could bring his lover. His thoughts turn quickly to the possibility of getting caught, and it drives his heated need higher. His own ringed tail sprawls out behind him, wagging much slower than the dog’s own. Diving back down Zack’s member, Luis takes him into a throat that was more than used to it. The low, slow groan of the dog sends desperate sparks of pleasure to his own cock as a reward, already as hard as the six inch member could get. He sucks as he pulls backwards, wrapping his tongue around the dick as he does, just to dive back down it, twisting his head slightly to earn the sudden inhale that accompanied it. His reward was the first bit of precum Zack produced, and he swallows it down greedily.
	“Just keep that up, slut,” the greyhound says, enjoying his smoke break. He lets the feeling of the coati’s mouth roll through him, warm and hot and tight. Waves of pleasure hit him, hips thrusting of their own accord whenever his boyfriend’s tongue would rub across his dick in a particularly pleasant way. He doesn’t bother to hold back his grunts, enjoying how they sound alongside the wet noises of Luis’s passionate blowjob. He looks down at the coati jerking himself while he sucks the dog off, and goes to pet his ears. Smiling smugly, he says, “Your going to swallow every ounce.”
	Luis silently agreed with Zack’s dirty talk, feeling his own lusts rushing through his body. He was going to swallow it all. He was going to bruise his nose bashing his muzzle into the dog’s crotch just to feel it shooting onto his tongue. He was going to feel the blood rush to his head and the all-encompassing peace that followed as he ruminated on his lover’s salty, hot flavor. It would happen here, in a place of danger where he could feel the breeze and hear the world threatening to encroach upon them. And he’d laugh at the slack of Zack’s walk inside and the wag of his whip-thin tail.  
	He shivers a bit, working himself into a fervor moving with the ease and alacrity that comes when practice meets raw desire. His throat works over what parts of the cock can reach into it, and with every few seconds of effort cums another spurt of built up precum swallowed readily. Luis’s hand works his cock, hoping to cum at the same time as his boyfriend and hold back his own moans while the tall figure above him unleashes his own, and the rapturous thought does as much to drive him forward as the pangs of pleasure flowing into his dick. 
	And the feeling of the hands coming to the back of his head signals that Zack is bringing it in for a close, the alleyway quickie lasting only slightly longer than the cigarette flicked over Luis’s head. The action is so sudden Luis stops his jerking and pulls his vision back to reality. Zack pounds forward, pulling Luis in tightly so his pointed nose is scrunched into itself. It takes a few more jabs, just as firm, before the greyhound is painting the inside of Luis’s throat with his cum. He sucks in air, body stiff, before a deep, grunting moan fills the little patch of alleyway next to the dumpster. The feeling of the twitching member in his mouth reminds him he should be masturbating, but instead he simply melts at the feeling, letting his still-stiff cock be the only rigid part of his body as he slumps down, sliding off the dick that dribbles the last little bit of cum onto his tongue. The flavor is warm, salty, and just a little musky, and he rubs it over the roof of his mouth. It dries his mouth out as he looks up to his boyfriend, who tugs at his leash to pull him to standing on his knees.
	“Good job, slut. You get everything you wanted?” Zack asks, not bothering to tuck his deflating dick back into his work pants. He leans forward to look closely at the coati staring back at him. 
	Luis’s caresses the sides of the man looking down at him with his warm, tired eyes, and says, “Almost.” His lips pucker, and he shuts his eyes, waiting with bated breath.
	“Ey, Stop Right There!” a voice belts out from the end of the alley nearest to them. 
	And Luis jumps up and back, pulling a fist back on instinct. The hand on his leash pulls him slightly off balance, his lover frozen, staring at the cop that had yelled at them. Luis falls back toward Zack, but quickly collects himself, holding himself in front of his boyfriend’s bared cock. He can’t think of what to say, so all that comes out is a stiff, “Good afternoon, Officer. Is there a problem?”
	The boots of the Labrador crunch the little bits of sand leftover from winter as he saunters forward, one hand on his belt and the other pulling open the holster for his gun. He tuts to himself, looking the pair over while he says, “You sure seem like you’re having fun. It’s a real shame to say, but you boys are under arrest.” He smiles a little, watching how Luis squirms under his gaze.
	And Luis’s life flashes before his eyes. This was sex offender registry territory, and that was basically a death sentence. He was pretty sure. There was no way they were going to get away with this, even if they ran. Everyone in the restaurant would know Zack. Throwing himself at the cop wouldn’t do any good. His eyes flash to the cop’s gun, noting how he’d left the holster open, but the coati’s hands don’t move from guarding the lanky dog, who was standing stock still.
	There wasn’t anything they could really do but hope the cop was feeling merciful. And he was looking at them too fixedly for that to be the case. The dog lets himself pant openly while he watches Luis’s cock deflate, walking jauntily into easier speaking distance with them.
	“Look, we’re not hurting anybody. There’s no need to rush into anything,” Zack starts, fiddling his dick back into his pants. “I mean, you don’t need the paperwork for some harmless fun.”
	“Sorry to interrupt your porno fantasy and all that, but you do know that sex in public is a crime?” the cop says. His smirk continues, the Labrador standing up taller to look down at the young men cowering next to the dumpster, viewing them with an almost cold amusement. “Now, turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
	“This doesn’t sound at all like the porno fantasy has ended,” Luis quips, nerves loosening his tongue. His heart’s pounding in his chest, but he complies with the officer. It just came out. Moving forward to give Zack the space to grab the wall, a hand grabs his shoulder. Luis looks back at the greyhound, stopping in place to see what he wanted.
	“It doesn’t have to, right? You can have a porno fantasy, too. How are these things supposed to go? You catch us, we panic, and then we tell you we’ll do anything, officer. I mean, would you rather have to haul us in for just having some fun or get a blowjob from some cute twink?” says the greyhound. His thumb rubs the coati’s shoulder gently, and the warm tingles that run through Luis’s shoulder feel almost perverse. 
	The coati’s heart freezes in his chest, realizing what Zack was offering. Even if the cop hadn’t bothered looking at their faces yet, this would probably just make things worse. And even then, it was just gross, thinking about sucking some cop off in the alleyway. It was one thing to blow Zack here, but it was supposed to be something special. This was just fucked up. Something in him was yelling at him to punch the greyhound in his face for the offer. He would strangle him when they got to whatever cell they would be dragged off to. He’d shove his head through the bars and pull his neck against one until it snapped. But first he had to make sure the dog got there safely. 
	He tries to turn toward the wall, and the hand holds him still, telling him to stay where he was. He was caught between wanting to pull away and stay in front of his boyfriend, shielding Zack from the threat of the police. If he pulled away, would a sudden jerky movement do something to set the cop off?
	“Not interested,” says the lab, his tail wagging. He reaches for the cuffs on his belt, and Luis wants to yell at Zack, but instead, he maintains the position that the greyhound keeps him in. This wasn’t the time to argue.
	“I’ll throw in a hundred bucks. C’mon, you make a little cash, get your dick sucked, and just go ticket someone’s car for your quota. It’s one of the better offers your going to get today,” Zack replies, leaning forward and pushing down on the coati’s shoulder. His voice is oddly confident, even as he affects a plaintive tone. The shorter male’s shaking legs give way, sending Luis to his knees, “I mean, doesn’t he look cute down there? Perfect for a mid-day break.”
	“You’d know,” the officer says. He crosses his arms, looking down at the masked mammal on his knees a couple yards away. It’s a long pause that follows. Luis sweats, watching the man. The breeze that runs through his fur that was once caressing is now grasping at his naked body. The noises of the cars are dulled, barely present echos of a threat already fulfilled. His head fills with curses for himself for suggesting this. It was all his stupid idea. And the cop looks down at him to say, “Well?”
	Luis looks over at Zack, who keeps his eyes on the cop. Brain frozen, the greyhound pushes him forward. He catches himself on his hands, and his lover kneels down to say to him, “Look, babe, do this for me, okay? We can talk about it when I get home.”
	And when the hand goes to pet behind his ear, he hates that there’s no way he isn’t going to do it. It was the warmest gesture that Zack had made to him all day and it melts his heart again. They could talk about it later. Right now, what mattered was getting them out of this.
	Shivering with nerves, he looks to the coldly smiling cop. He stands, legs spread wide, without a hint that he was expecting this to go any other way on his face. Luis starts a slow crawl across the cool asphalt, bits of rock and gravel rubbing their way into his fur. He tries to include the sexy almost-swaying motion Zack liked when he had Luis do this for him, hoping it will appease the cop in some way. His tail raises, swaying back and forth languidly and he puts his knees one in front of the other on his approach. His back arches slightly to further emphasize his behind. The desire to pull his tail between his legs and just try to get it over with is kept at bay solely by the idea that Zack was behind him to enjoy the show.
	And the thought cheers him somewhat. Zack, tall and sleek, watching his ass while he crawls away. Him enjoying the sight of his mouth around a cock. Him going back inside, hard again from watching the coati swallow a hot load of cum. It’s almost like a threesome, in a way. The thought is cold comfort. Looking over his shoulder at the impassive-seeming dog behind him, Luis notices the leash has dropped from his hand. It drags behind him as he covers the short distance to the cop. The coati gives Zack a little shake of his behind before continuing forward, hoping he’ll take it as a sign that he wants the greyhound to enjoy this.
	 The broad-shouldered cop speaks instead, “And mouth only. Keep your hands behind your back or else I’m bringing out the cuffs.”
	He looks up at the Labrador, seeming even bigger now that he was looking up from crotch height. The golden-furred officer looks one of them in the eye for the first time, seemingly only to gesture for Zack to hand him something. Gravel crunches under the slow approach of his lover, and a thin, gray hand reaches forward with a wad of cash in it. 
	It was surreal, watching the money passing over his head. He can feel himself flow into the back of his head, trying to replace the thoughts of pleasing the cop with ones of putting on a show for his boyfriend. The cop shoves the money into his pocket before looking straight down at the coati.
	“Shouldn’t you be doing your part, too?”
	The crotch of the cop’s uniform is smooth, clean, and looks like it was retrieved from whatever warehouse they were kept in extremely recently. Luis keeps his hands on the ground to hold himself steady. Instead, he slides the tip of his long nose under the flap guarding the zipper. Sliding his nose up, he pushes the belt just enough to grasp the zipper in his sharp teeth. He pulls it down carefully.
	The scent that hits his pointy nose is musky, masculine, and heavy. It nearly pushes him back, but what that might mean forces him onward. He noses into the flap again, and shoves his tongue through the teeth of the zipper and into the crotch of the pants. It’s salty, earthy, and definitely flesh. His tongue licks up and down the appendage, searching for the ends. While it starts to firm up, he pushes his nose into the opening to widen it enough for the cop’s dick to not rub against the teeth. The tongue finds a way to slip under the slowly hardening cock, sliding down to lick gently around the head. He pulls it up so that the tip rests against his lips and he pulls it in with his lips, nursing on it while it starts to grow into his mouth. And hardening, the cock soon juts out proud and free, a throbbing six inches. He feels the hot organ in his mouth, closing his eyes and letting instinct take over the mechanics of the act.
	“Huh. Pretty good with his tongue, aint he?” The officer says, voice cheer and looking at the greyhound. The sound is grating to Luis’s ears, a compliment he didn’t need. 
	“Yeah, he’s the best I’ve ever had,” Zack replies, voice smooth and confident. And just hearing that, he feels warmth spread from chest to his head. It’s enough to start him putting in earnest effort on sucking the dick, trying to remember everything that had made his lover’s head spin. He licks and bobs, pulling fully back and sucking all the way down. His lips keep a seal between the cock and his teeth as he uses his tongue to stimulate it further. He could feel a hammering in his head at his lover watching, hoping this wasn’t horrible for him.
	And the cop smiles over at Zack, grinning wider. He flexes his hips and grunts a little, before pulling his shoulders back and stretching them. Luis was only vaguely aware of the Labrador stretching above him through the way his torso leaned away from him, but what he hears next worries him, “I’m on a time crunch, so I hope you don’t mind if I hurry this along.”
	The Labrador grabs the head of the coati, pulling him down on the cock while he thrust forward. The crash of the pointed tip of Luis’s nose against his belt buckle pulls him fully from the thoughts of his boyfriend. His nose burns slightly when the Labrador pushes him away, only to light up with pain again a split second later. The cop’s cuffs and guns and sprays jangle and rock as he humps into Luis’s hot mouth. He’s about to reach up and push against the dog, when he remembers the command he was given. Instead, he focuses on relaxing his head and letting the dog do his work. The wet noises of his lips fills the alley alongside the dog’s noisy belt, and he feels himself blushing under his fur. Every push forward, he feels the dog’s dick threaten to push into his throat, and is silently grateful for the long muzzle that prevented a thrust that deep. He licks across it, feeling the panting dog start to drip precum. Lips pursed around the dick, the rough fucking of his face grants him only brief moments where he can breathe safely.  The hits to his nose were making his eyes water, but he holds himself steady against the assault.
	And it felt good. The hands on his head were rough, forceful, pulling at his fur as they forced him back and forth. The powerful male was using his face, and when Luis looked up, he was switching between looking at him and Zack, grunting as he grinned. It was a similar heart-pounding feeling he’d gotten at the thought of being exposed, except here it was all about how his face was being used for the bigger man’s pleasure. Every deep forward thrust helps stoke the fire that Zack had started before. The grunting Labrador thrusting into his mouth coats it in pre as quickly as Luis can  swallow it down. He moans around it, letting the big dog use him and reflexively letting his tail bat playfully back and forth. 
	“Oh, I think your man might like my dick,” the Labrador teases Zack while he fucks his boyfriend’s face. 
	“Liking dick is one of the qualities I look for in a man,” Zack says back, nonchalant. The voice is something he’d recognized from every fight they’d gotten in. Something about pretending to be calm made him feel more in control. Luis silently curses even as he feels his dick hardening again, and beats down the urge to grab it.
	Luis is pulled from those thoughts by the cop repositioning his legs. The feeling of the dick swaying, prodding his mouth at different angles so he can fuck deeper and harder draws a short grunt from the coati. He reminded himself that he wasn’t doing this for the hunky Labrador rolling his hips into the coati’s jaw, but the warm-eyed greyhound watching from behind him. The dog takes pleasure his pleasure, minutes passing as he batters the coati’s masked face with his powerful thrusts. His jaw aches trying to raise the canine’s pleasure to it’s height as quickly as he can.
	And his own cock continues to betray him. Urging him to try to pull the man into his throat or to reach up and feel his powerful body. But most of all, it begs to be touched. The leftover lust from his quickie with Zack redoubles with the motions of this powerful male. His body lights up again, hungry for the raw pounding that it’s receiving.  His hole clenches while some deeper part of him begs for it to be filled in the same way his face is. His dick wants nothing more than for the man to push him to the ground and ride him to a mind-shattering release, unconcerned with what pleasure that would bring the coati. And the he remembers Zack.
	Zack could fill his hole. Luis flexes his ass cheeks and pushes them out again, winking his hole to try to send some sort of message to his lover. He tries to wave his tail, no longer back and forth, but up and down. Every motion of the dog disrupts his concentration on the maneuvers as he struggles to keep balance during the rough face-fucking. All he can do is hope  Zack sees his needy, leaking cock and takes the message.
	The dog pushes as deep as he can and starts taking shorter, shallow thrusts. Luis thanks the heavens. His face feels wet and bruised, and his nose aches from where the dog is pushing his belt against it. The shallower thrusts are accompanied by breathier sounds from the dog. Backhanded compliments and insults slip free as the Labrador gets lost in his lusts, and it builds a paired lust in the coati. Luis has long since stopped using his tongue to stimulate the cop, focusing instead on breathing every time those hips pull away. His mouth aches, and he can feel his skin being scratched by the canine’s rough nails. It all feeds into his head, the utter sense of power and domination of the Labrador using him. 
	Minutes pass to the coati losing himself in this strange bliss. Nevertheless, a medley of feelings flood his head when the dog finally thrusts deep and holds him in place. The first spurt of cum floods his mouth with the overpowering taste of the man. He swallows it down, hungry for it. More of it hit his tongue than Zack had allowed when he came in his throat. His head doesn’t swim the same way it did then, but his stomach also didn’t turn trying to remember his partner’s name. His heart beats hard in his chest, but no joy rises to engulf his thoughts the way it did with his boyfriend. He dances his tongue just below the piss slit to earn more grunts and spurts over his tongue, like a kid pumping too much chocolate sauce on his ice cream.
	When he’s swallowed it all, his body relaxes in front of the Labrador still holding his head in place, knees and shoulders weak from a sudden cessation of tension that Luis hadn’t realized had grown in him. The cum mingles with what’s already in his gut and twists his stomach into itself. The dog releases his head and he drops back to sit on his knees, breathing heavily. His own hard cock bounces as he settles. He wipes away the tears that have built in his eyes from the man using his face.
	Zack stands tall and still, observing the situation with a cold gaze. The tent in his pants fills Luis with a sense of gratitude, even if the canine’s tail refused to wag or his stance relax. When the greyhound speaks, it’s with a friendly voice and a confident grin, however. “So, are we good?”
	“Yeah,” the cop’s words are slower, more relaxed, though his tail still wags wild behind him. As if realizing where he was, He breathes heavy and continues, “Just don’t do it again. Or do, I’m going to be checking this alley every day on my patrol.”
	“We’ll remember that,” Luis says from the ground, barely aware that he’s speaking while he straightens out his breathing. His throat is slightly raspy, and he’s unsure if it’s from the blowjobs themselves or the pressure in the strange situation he’s found himself in. Pushing himself up from the ground, taking a few nervous steps closer to his boyfriend. The slack greyhound fails to meet his eyes to watch the cop instead. Luis follows his gaze, holding his position between the two, uncertain what was going to happen next. The rumble of a truck passing by resonates down the alleyway, the only sound worth hearing in that moment.
	The Labrador nods, fixing his uniform. He’s slow about it, pulling his already soft dick back in with a languid ease. The awkward moment hangs in the air, the young couple just taking stock of their situation. Pride straightens the cop fully, his tough guy demeanor coming back to the fore. He huffs, and soon it forms into a short laugh, followed by a friendly, “And don’t tell anyone about this. That’s a lot more paperwork than arresting some perverts.”
	Neither say a word to him, Luis backing up to almost touch Zack, his tail wrapping up in front of him to cover his half-hard loins. Barely noting the young men standing next to the dumpster, the Labrador shoots a cocky smile their way. He saunters to the other side of the alleyway, disappearing around a corner.
	“I have to get back to work,” Zack says, voice having lost all of the fake friendliness he’d used with the cop. It was eerily even, given what had transpired. His face was enigmatic as he stayed stock still, staring in the direction that the cop had gone. The wind gently pushed his short floppy ears. And, the confusion of the day stirring his head, Luis leans toward his boyfriend, lips puckering. The reaction from Zack is instantaneous, his hand blocking the pointy, bruised muzzle and earning a grunt of pain from Luis. “Get some mouthwash first.”
	The dog nearly pushes the coati to the side, weaving past him to head toward the doors. His steps are stiff and swift, and he curls his head down to stare at the ground as he leaves Luis alone in the alley. And, realizing he was naked and alone, with only the sounds of traffic and the clop of his flops to accompany him, Luis pulls his clothes from behind the dumpster.