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Stiles readied his desk at the police station, cleaning up a few spilled pens and some loose papers before he stood up and stretched out his limbs.
A new deputy had been hired and he would be starting today at the station, which meant everyone here needed to be on their best behavior, at least according to his dad. Either way, Stiles would do his best not to embarrass himself or the station.
He was in his uniform at the moment, with black police pants and a thick long sleeve shirt that made him look much more buff than he really was; occasionally he would get flirty stares from a cute girl or guy which he always appreciated.
“What do you think the new guy is like?”
Stiles turned his head and saw Scott standing by his desk. The other man pulled up a free chair and sat down next to him. It was definitely a slow day in Beacon Hills.
“Hopefully he’ll be a good fit,” Stiles replied.
Then, they heard the front doors open and somehow Stiles knew it was the deputy from out of town. A moment later, his dad walked up with a stranger.
“Boys, I’d like you to meet Deputy Hale,” he said.
Next to him, a tall bearded man stood with a stoic expression, although he did not appear unfriendly. He was dressed in uniform as well, and his eyes were razor sharp. They both stood up hastily from their chairs.
“Good to meet you,” Stiles said jovially, “I’m Stiles and this is Scott.”
“Derek, it’s nice to meet you,” the man said.
“We just need to get your paperwork all settled and then you can clock in,” Sheriff Stilinski said before he guided the man to his office.
When they were gone, Stiles breathed out and said, “Fuck, imagine what he’s working with underneath that uniform.”
Scott chuckled but didn’t disagree. For the rest of the day, Stiles did not run into the new deputy, and then he was called out to downtown to walk the beat for a while. He returned home a little tired and briefly dreamt about Deputy Hale’s arms.
Over the next couple of weeks, Stiles noticed that some of the other police offers—Isaac, Jackson, and Liam—had gotten on noticeably well with Deputy Hale, including Scott as well. The older man seemed to be incredibly mature compared to the other goofballs, but Stiles would sometimes see him crack a smile at their jokes.
On Friday, Stiles spun around in his chair bored. He had written a parking ticket, filed some paperwork, and kept duty at his desk, while the station itself was mostly quiet with only a few employees on duty. He was ready to head home, and as soon as seven hit, he went to the back of the police station.
As Stiles headed into the locker room, he turned around the first corner, breathing in the stale air and glancing at the beige walls around him. Then he stopped at his locker, changed out of his uniform briefly, and was just about to leave before he heard a sound.
He glanced up and waited. It sounded like a person speaking.
Quietly, he closed his locker and walked to the back of the locker room. Then he turned the corner and held back a gasp.
Seated on a wide bench, Deputy Hale lounged with his legs spread apart while Officer Dunbar lay on top of his knees. His black police pants were pulled all the way down, and his smooth, cute ass was completely exposed.
“Yeah, Derek, I need more,” Liam said suggestively.
Deputy Hale, using his right hand, had just landed a bruising smack on Liam’s ass cheek when he thought he heard a noise and glanced up.
Stiles, moving quickly, had darted behind a locker before Deputy Hale saw him. Very quietly, Stiles crept through the maze of lockers towards the main door and left with a sigh of relief. He could not believe what he had just seen.
For only a moment, Stiles considered reporting the scene to his superiors before deciding against it. It was most likely a one-time-thing and he figured it would only hurt to bring attention.
Stiles, hoping Officer Dunbar was not getting his ass fucked by Deputy Hale right now, went home and tried to distract himself before falling asleep agitated.
A week had passed with Stiles only minimally thinking about that moment in the locker room. Whenever he saw Officer Dunbar and Deputy Hale interact, it was completely professional without even a hint of attraction. Stiles was not sure what to think.
“Hey, do you know where the case file went for that domestic dispute the other night?” Stiles asked Scott as they worked together sorting at the other man’s desk.
“Someone might have put it away by accident,” Scott replied, looking overwhelmed at the amount of files sitting on his desk.
“I’ll go grab it.”
After noticing that Officer Whittemore and Lahey had been out for longer than expected, Stiles went downstairs to the filing room, which was much larger than anyone might think. After unlocking the door with his key, Stiles walked inside and headed through the labyrinth, searching for all boxes with a date from the past couple of weeks.
“Yeah, you like that?”
Stiles froze in his spot. He recognized the voice. Not again.
Carefully, Stiles moved forward until he reached the very back of the large room, a secluded corner where only a table sat pushed against the furthest wall. He stood behind a tall bookshelf and peeked around. And then his eyes went wide.
He had found Officer Whittemore and Lahey.
Along with Deputy Hale.
With their muscular forearms planted on the table, Isaac and Jackson remained bent over while their bare asses were on full display. Their pants were pooled around their ankles while both of them seemed to buzz anxiously.
“Give it to us harder, sir,” Isaac begged.
“Yeah, don’t fucking hold back,” Jackson grunted.
Stiles watched in awe as Deputy Hale stood manfully beside them before he swung his hand down against Isaac’s nice round ass, bruising his skin. Then he did the same to Jackson’s cute firm butt, before alternating back and forth.
“If you’re gonna fuck around on duty, then you’ve got to pay the price,” Deputy Hale grunted as he jiggled Isaac’s bubble butt before spanking him hard.
It was almost like Stiles was watching porn at the moment, before he remembered this was really happening. He watched for one more minute as Jackson and Isaac, both half-naked with rigid cocks, eagerly received their share of spanking.
Then Stiles left the filing room, grabbing the box he needed and staying quiet the rest of the day.
As the days passed, it was getting to be too much for Stiles. He needed to tell someone about the things he’d seen involving Deputy Hale, and he figured the only person he could trust was Scott.
On his day off, Stiles went to Scott’s apartment over on the east side of Beacon Hills, but he was not sure how to even bring up the subject of Deputy Hale literally spanking their co-workers as some strange form of punishment.
When he arrived at Scott’s community, he parked in a free space and then walked up to his front door on the first floor, taking out the spare key Scott had given him for emergencies. They were both used to entering each other’s home on a regular basis, and Stiles made no exception today, opening the front door and coming inside.
“Yes, sir, don’t stop.”
Stiles’ eyes went completely wide as he stood still in the entryway.
“You want another one, huh?”
Walking slowly, Stiles went towards the back of the apartment, heading directly for Scott’s bedroom. He had a feeling about what he was going to find in there.
The door was partly open. Stiles moved in closer.
“Holy fucking shit,” Stiles said under his breath.
Seated on the bed, Scott lay vertical with his pants dropped, exposing his muscled, juicy ass to the air. And behind him stood Deputy Hale dressed in his uniform.
“You want to flirt with the ladies while you’re patrolling? Is that what you want?” Deputy Hale asked, landing a hard smack on Scott’s bare butt.
“No, sir, I’ll focus on the job,” Scott said.
As Scott lay submissively on the bed, Deputy Hale continued to spank his tan bubble ass repeatedly while rubbing and groping him.
“Prove it,” Deputy Hale said.
Stiles left the apartment as silently as he could. They did not hear him, and then he drove away until he parked back home at his own apartment.
There was only one thing to do now. He would have to confront Deputy Hale about his certain hobby.
He waited an entire week before he found the courage to ask Deputy Hale over to his apartment for a night of “hanging out.” Stiles had made it sound casual and easy-going, and he was surprised when Derek agreed to it without any issue.
Stiles arrived at his apartment first and went upstairs before coming inside. Then the doorbell rang a few minutes later and he ushered Deputy Hale in.
“So, what did you have in mind?” Derek asked, somewhat excited to be off duty and just relaxing with a coworker.
Stiles couldn’t help himself.
“Dude, what is up with all the spanking?!”
Derek froze in his spot for a moment before he regained his composure, looking as stoic as ever.
“Come again?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” Stiles began. “I’ve seen you with Liam, Isaac, Jackson, and Scott. You weren’t very discreet about it either. So, tell me. What the hell is that all about?”
Deputy Hale stared at Stiles for a long minute, both of them holding their ground inside the quiet apartment. Finally, Derek relented.
“I have a desire for discipline,” Deputy Hale said firmly. “Officer Dunbar, Whittemore, Lahey, and McCall had each proved themselves at one point to be needing some hard guidance. Plus, they were each very much willing to accept my form of punishment.”
“Ass spanking,” Stiles said bluntly.
“In so many words, yes,” Deputy Hale agreed. “It’s something I implemented at my former post, and I’m proud to say it’s never gone anything further than that, whether at work or in the bedroom. Plus, it seems to work here as well at teaching these young guys how to stay focused on the job.”
“It’s an unusual form,” Stiles said, his hands on his hips.
“Yes, it is,” Derek admitted. “But I also have no problem with getting my subordinates in line. Although…”
“What?” Stiles asked.
“I think someone I know might be jealous about it,” Deputy Hale said, the tiniest of a smirk playing at his lips.
Stiles flared his nostrils. “If you think I’m mad about not getting literally spanked by you, then you’ve got another thing coming!”
And then he couldn’t help it. Stiles surged forward and kissed the deputy, his lips crashing hard against him.
When Stiles pulled back, his face was red with embarrassment.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
And then his eyes widened when Derek closed the distance between their bodies and kissed him deeply. Their muscled forms were pressed so tightly together, and Stiles was dizzy from Derek’s muscles.
Instantly, Stiles grabbed his hand and pulled him to his bedroom, shutting the door with his foot. And then he gasped when Derek manhandled him onto the bed, arranging him on top of his lap. Oh god, he knew exactly what was about to happen.
Quickly, Derek undid Stiles’ pants and pulled them down, revealing his companions perfect cute ass. Deputy Hale grinned happily to himself; Stiles had the best ass out of all the other guys at the station, hands down.
“I think I can retire my usual form of punishment,” Derek said as he caressed Stiles’ backside. “I’d much rather focus on this instead.”
With a firm hand, Derek rubbed and squeezed Stiles’ smooth round ass, before he brought his hand down and spanked him. Seizing upward, Stiles gasped in pleasure as Derek tenderly rubbed the spot he’d just hit.
“I’m not sure if you’re qualified enough,” Stiles said with a smirk.
“Is that so?”
Then Derek landed a harder smack on Stiles’ ass, earning a beautiful moan of pleasure from the slender young man. He repeated the action several times, slapping and spanking Stiles’ rear end happily, needing to know what it felt like to be inside him.
“Oh my god, yes,” Stiles said, eagerly receiving each spank on his bare cheeks.
After using both of his hands to grope Stiles’ backside, Derek asked, “What do you say we get this going?”
Stiles nodded his head.
After slipping out of their clothes, they landed in a tangle atop Stiles’ bed, rolling around for a minute in pleasure before Stiles grabbed a condom from his nightstand and handed it to Derek. Once the slim brunette had prepped himself and after Deputy Hale had suited up his throbbing member, he had Stiles lay on his back before he scooted in closely toward him.
And it felt like heaven once Derek was situated inside him completely.
“Yeah, Deputy, fuck me,” Stiles moaned desperately.
“So fucking tight,” Deputy Hale muttered, in awe at the heat surrounding his dick.
He started thrusting his hips back and forth, groaning in disbelief before turning up the speed. Stiles moaned repeatedly as Derek fucked him, his body shifting up and down along the bed sheets with his arms up beside his head.
“More, Derek!”
“Fuck yes!”
Derek went even harder, slamming his hips while grunting manfully, sweat forming on his masculine shoulders and bare chest. Stiles couldn’t help it, already pumping his cock while getting his world rocked. He was already so close because of Derek…
“Oh my god, fuck!” Stiles yelled, releasing hard.
He shuddered as he came, his body shaking while Derek thrusted into him. With a loud moan of pleasure, Derek pulled out, took off the condom and released on Stiles’ chest, painting him.
Weak, the deputy collapsed next to Stiles, grunting softly into the pillow while the other man gently caressed his powerful back.
“After all this, you are definitely taking me out to dinner,” Stiles said, breathing raggedly.
“Fuck yes I am.”