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Captain Khenmu. A man as unyielding as the law, firm in both body and beliefs. Brows locked into a scowl, a quiet ferocity which snarled from those silver orbs which glared into your soul. His cheeks had balanced the heavy scrutiny, intensifying the appearance of his intimidating eyes as his face elongated into his muzzle. A stoic frown if one was ever possible, the lips curving downwards at the snout before they receded back into his powerful jawline. His nose triangular, sharp to a point with thin comma-shaped nostrils that looked like they could fume flames. Ears erected, keenly tapered proudly, and if it were not for the stern expression on the Anubian Jackal's face, perhaps he was quite handsome. Khenmu was possibly desirable for the well-defined features enhanced by fur as black as obsidian, and perhaps for the aura of complete and utter domination he had around him as he walked with authority.

And true, he had the body to back it up. A head taller than everyone else, a giant of a man who filled the doorways with his presence. Still more so than his height was his musculature, barely contained beneath the darkest blue fabric he wore as Captain. Broad shoulders which carried the honor of the entire station, and with every breath the silver badge shimmer against his powerful chest. The belt around his waist carrying all the tools of the law, a flashlight, a pistol, baton and more, yet it was the large bulge filling well between his legs which suggested Khenmu was packing a little more heat than standard issue.

With every step the Jackal took, Trystan watched in awe and confusion. The fox dwarfed in his chair beneath the towering glare of the dark officer. Every bit of his brain screamed at him to let go of his pink rocket and pull his pants in embarrassment, but his body was gripped in primal fear and wanton fascination. Still throbbing away in his palm, his orgasmic high dying, sinking back down into his blued balls with a grunt of disappointment and loss escaping those gritting teeth. His red fur bristled with anticipation as the larger predator looked down at his smaller, sleeker body. A shiver of excitement felt at the base of his tail, creeping up his spine his tongue moistened briefly before his mouth dried. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of the adonis anubis, as his tail curled around his lap to conceal his rampart arousal. It certainly didn't help that despite the imposing figure Khenmu cut before him, the lusty fox was already undressing the captain with his eyes.

Trystan wanted to see more, much more, Jake was nothing compared to the black jackal. His wild imagination stripped the uniform off of Khenmu, revealing the chiseled body of a god, muscles defined beneath the short velvety ebon fur. Rippling flesh the sensual bumps and grooves, abs, lats, traps and all flowing down towards the pelvic basin where a thick sheath waited before dropping into those heavy jewels hanging low and potent. The fox wondered about that firm ass, tightly toned with every power stride and the sway of that whip-like tail leading to that sweet hole. The air heavy with musk and desire, the imagination pushing the fear of being caught against the wall and making the Jackal bend down upon all four of those mighty limbs for Trystan. That inviting ring waiting to be filled by his pulsating cock, the soft whimpers of a stud-turned-bitch waiting to be bred.

"Get up Boy." A rough yank pulled Trystan away from his fantasy. The turquoise of his eyes being pierced by the silver interrogation of Khenmu's dominant stare. The fox's feet dangled off the ground, held by his shirt and scruff by the larger Jackal before his tail was grabbed away from concealing his glistening shame. Every word in the officer's voice commanding, barking and biting at the will. A will of a boy who thought he was the alpha male, having reduced a top wolf into his plaything pup for a few pills. Yet, Khenmu was something different, desirable just like Jake was to his mind and body, but indomitable. There was nothing Trystan could offer to see the adonis on his knees begging for fox cock, or was there?

"Like what you see? Let me go and I'll let you suck on it if you want. Big boy." spoken with the most playful charm a fox could muster. Tempting his seven inches out with the thrust of his hips, difficult to do in the air, but the lanky fox could manage it by tightening his core. Why else did the burly cop want to take a look at his dick anyways? He saw it already coming in, why did he need to look again unless he wanted it? Yeah that must have been it, the big stud was just another sissy at heart, wanting to get down and worship fox cock like all the other sluts he made with his business. "Come on, Cap, do a good job and I'll even give you a treat."

The reply was a chuckle, not loud but sharp, half-bemused and half-angered. And before Trystan could respond with a snappy line, his body hit the cold steel of the wall. Shoved into the unfriendly metal as an elbow pinned the small of his back, the base of his tail pulled against his body in Khenmu's left hand with the right hand digging into the boy's right thigh. The fox's arms bracing himself against the wall in an attempt to push back, the chill unpleasant to his sensitive shaft bending up trapped between the cold and warmth of his stomach as Khenmu's knee pinned his own left knee to the wall. Jerking the boy's right leg out of his pants which had dropped to his ankles, exposing his denied balls from the back as they laid against the unmerciful wall. Trystan could feel the dread crawling down his spine in this precarious situation, and yet a part of him was aroused at the thought of being caught so helpless by this... Stud.

Pain. Twisting agony. A cry of pure torment yelped from the fox's muzzle. Instinctively his arms wanted to drop to cup his battered testicles, his body wanting to curl up and drop into a ball to protect his precious eggs. Yet the wall was firm and the Jackal behind him even firmer, as his right knee was lowered. Contact was brief, but the damage was done, those aching balls swollen with seed now bruised and battered. The grapes on the vine feeling like crushed raisins before the lingering burn. A shock, which made the boy whimper before he was whipped back around and thrown unto the metal table. His paws immediately going to the injured jewels, shaking and trembling as the the Anubian approached with a terror to those confused eyes. "N-n-no, please, don't- I didn't mea-!"

Those pleas fell on deaf ears, as his arms were flung away to the side by powerful arms to reveal his nuts again before a fist smashed themselves into his tender berries. Howling in pain Trystan was in no condition to fight him, the pants yanked off his ankle, his shirt nearly ripped off as the Jackal pulled it over his head and stripped him. Why? The question screamed in Trystan's mind, watching in disillusionment as the Jackal sniffed at his clothes. If his balls weren't just smashed by Khenmu, the horny fox might have found the musclebound man's sniffing erotic, but something inside him reminded the boy that this man was still a cop. "You will learn to Respect me Boy."

Another strike mashed his poor orbs, threatening to rupture as they ached dangling between his legs. Trying to cross his legs to ease the pain was met with Khemnu spreading legs apart to grasp and pull away the tenderized lumps. The touch made the fox squeal, grasped in the Jackal's palms as Trystan's back arched to lift his hips in an attempt to ease the pain. But the captain merely pulled the boy's balls away even further, lifting Trystan's body inch by inch by those blue and bruised orbs. The agony rolling back his eyes, the continuous scream absorbed into the walls. Like a bloodhound, the snout of the tormenting adonis bumped into the fox's shoulder, sniffing away Khenmu's brow burned into those tearful eyes. It was so hot to watch, and yet far too painful to enjoy as the Jackal had practically lifted over half the vixen's body by the balls forcing Trystan to use his arms to alleviate the ungodly tug threatening to break or rip his sack apart. Lower and lower with frowning disapproval at the whining fox until eventually Khenmu's snout came to a stop.

"Foolish Boy. Did you think I would not find it?" A small yelp was all Trystan could muster under the burden of exhaustion and pain. He knew it was a bad idea, a desperate idea, but a bad idea. Who would have known they'd search him for drugs? How did this Jackal know? Was it the smell? Was he like some sort of tracker or something, with a nose so sensitive to whatever it was in those pills? A dozen questions zipped through the captured fox's mind, someone must have snitched on him. But who? Was it Jake? It must have been Jake, that bitch... But little did Trystan know it wasn't his clients that gave the tip to catch him on a minor violation and bring him into the station for questioning. No, the clients were more than happy to give the fox the cash or an easy fuck, for passing grades, even Jake who had gotten used to living the double life of banging with the girls on the weekends but getting stuffed by Trystan in the locker rooms on the weekdays. Someone wanted to tighten up the control for the substance, someone who had access to give the Captain his comparison as the silver eyes gazed into that pink pucker.

"No, I hav-"Arh! Stopped mid-sentence, as Trystan felt something jabbed into his anal ring. A finger thick and large, exploring the edges it felt the inner walls around it. The fox felt violated by the anubian jackal, and yet deeply aroused, in a twisted sense as he felt the pressure within his ass pushing against his tight hole. The boy could only moan in distress, strangely enjoying this new sensation as his body trembled adjusting to the digit exploring his rectum.Then the next finger slipped in, spreading the ring wider before two pillars parted the constricting ring. Trystan gasped to the sensation of cool air within his hole, stretched into an oval as Khenmu's fingers spread apart, groaning as those muscles fought against the jackal's attempts.

"Hrmh." The harsh exhale made the fox's heart race. What did the jackal intend to do? The presence of those fingers left his hole, snapping back slowly to a tightness though certainly not quite as tight before. Any emptiness filled the boy, his anal ring winking thoughtlessly at Khenmu, as if to to invite those fingers in again. Part of him wanted it to end, his kitmakers on the verge of exploding by either force or pleasure. His pink rocket twitching, jerking with the pulsating need to release white all over that midnight fur. A whining protest, even as his muscles constricted and relaxed his ass waiting for Khenmu's fingers. Anything to get off, anything, anything to let his balls swell back down and the pain to stop.

The grip on his balls released, crashing back down upon the table unceremoniously as the stunned boy wondered what was going on. Tilting his head forward with a groan, Trystan craned his neck forward to see just what the officer was up to. And those cerulean eyes widen at the sight of what he saw, his body tensing immediately as his tailhole clenched in utter anticipation. The jackal held a bottle of lube, clear and slick, oozed out all over his right paw.Liberally applied a copious amount, across his open palm as those fingers cupped the cool lube. The sight was enough to make the fox cringe, the empty space on Khenmu's toolbelt suggesting the officer was prepared, very prepared, and judging by the guesses Trystan made earlier...

"Auuhh... What-what're you?" The dab of unwarmed lube against his taint, chilling him in more than one way as his mind already panned out the scenarios. Soon it became rather clear, very clear that Khemnu wasn't Jake. Jake was a bitch, a shameless dog who would swallow his pride, and Trystan's seed, taking a knot was better than losing his football career due to failing grades. Khemnu? Khemnu was a god, a daddy, a dom, a top who could make you get on your knees and beg him to fuck your brains out with a single stare. Even now his powerful musk filled the nostrils, beating Trystan's ego into submission in ways the jackal's body did physically. Half of the fox wanted to feel those fingers in his ass again, the sensations of those thick fingers spreading his ass open, rubbing against the bottom of his prostate as they pushed against the walls. No, no, no! Trystan had to reassure himself of his status, he was a top, not a bitch puppy!

"Arghah!" Without warning, without preparation, without the sound of a zipper or button undone. The cold lube applied, rubbed across the opening as the gel smeared around the hole. Trystan expected a single finger just as the last time, but the poor fox was mistaken. For the pain he felt stretching his tight ring was no finger, the curling of his pucker into itself, the resistance giving way to those knuckles. Grinding against the sphincter, forcing himself in, Khenmu's fist parted the boy's ass. The bumps painfully rubbing across the sensitive crinkle before the power behind the fist broke through. Like a massive softball, pushing deeper, swallowed up by that overstretched hole inch by burning inch. Moaning past the knuckles, the squirming boy felt completely filled, his pink rod shaking as his prostate trembled against the distending walls.

"N-n-no ple-Ease, it hur- Agh!" Deeper yet, the jackal's wrist pausing as the widened hole shook. Those cries and screams begging for mercy to unforgiving ears. Then it continued, forcing down Khenmu's wrist and chiseled forearm into the bowels of the twitching fox boy. It was in there, shoving the inner walls around, opening up to feel for the stash of drugs so foolishly inserted into this body cavity. Fingers which massaged those tender muscles, distending them against the walls of the poor fox's prostate. Squeezing against that pleasurable organ as the panting boy felt every movement within him. Trystan felt his climax surging, his paws bracing against the table as the strength behind the man's fist sent him teetering to the edge. And what was at first pain was washed away with pleasure, agony became bliss, and defiance became relaxation. His prostate sending those feelings of simulation down and up the length of his quaking shaft. His loins feeling the magic that was Khenmu's fist lodged up his rectum.

The walls naturally wanted to push out, resisting and rejecting the black jackal, but this only served to strengthen Khenmu's resolve, shoving more and more of his arm into the depths until he felt the plastic baggie at his fingertips. Pressing down hard against that perfect pleasure spot to grab it within one final reach. And it was this moment, this one magical moment where the minutes of pain and pleasure danced about in Trystan's teal eyes, the colours blending together in delirium until finally he gasped in orgasmic epiphany. White ropes of backed-up cum shooting from the swollen knot to his tapered tip, the hot seed shamefully sprayed across his body. Splatters of fox sploo hitting the table, Trystan's shoulder, his chest, and stomach spasming wildly as his cock erupted at last that sweet load into the air. The boy's cry piercing the heavy air as he reeled back to feel the thick foxcream drenched upon him, climaxed from taking it like a bitch in heat as held-back tears streamed bittersweet down his cheeks. The air smelled not of his creamy seed, but of Khenmu, the masculine adonis filling the room as easily as his fist filled the gaping asshole which quivered stretched loose from it all. "No..." The boy whispered panting from exhaustion.

It couldn't be. Trystan was a top, not someone's bottom. No, he didn't, he couldn't have, words echoing in his mind as the proof drenched across his body. The sticky cum cautiously touched by his paws in disbelief, proof of his anal orgasm his mind could not bear to accept. Every bit of pleasurable as an orgasm, but nothing was wrapt around his proud seven inches of fox dick. Nothing but the air he had bucked, losing control over his own senses, his own body surrendered to the pleasure the Anubian jackal provided. No, it was wrong. Wrong. No...

"Public Indecency, Attempted Bribery of an Officer of the Law, and now evidence of Possession." Khenmu's voice announcing his charge to the worn-out Fox. "There is only one suitable punishment for making a mess of my Station Boy..."

And once again Trystan gulped as he watched the Jackal begin to undo his belt.