Alley Raid
This is one of those rare times where the idea I had paired with the title was almost entirely thrown out and replaced with a different one. The original idea I had was a dragon hiding in an alley to nab a fox, which wasn't really resonating when I actually got around to making the story and didn't actually fit the title I came up with anyway. So I thought on it a bit, changed most of the elements, and ended up with something more satisfying.
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between three males, coercion, rough sex, size difference, and furry stereotyping.
It was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea. That just made it that much more exciting.
Will was almost trembling as he walked down the street, trying his best not to draw attention. The people passing by paid him no mind, just as he hoped. If they'd known what was going on in his head, they'd probably be giving him a bide berth. Then again, he wondered if any of them had much weirder stuff going on in theirs...sometimes it was the people you least suspected that had the deviant streaks.
That wasn't Will; in truth, he was probably less deviant than people who knew him thought. Granted, being a fox, the jokes and stereotypes were all applied to him - his friends all jabbed him over and over about being a slut, attributing every fetish under the sun to his liking, and so forth. And in truth, Will was kind of a slut, though he didn't see that as a bad thing (it wasn't like laid friends hadn't all worked their frustrations out on him once in a while), but his tastes in sexual acts were actually quite vanilla, he didn't really have any exotic fetishes and while he wasn't averse to trying new things, he tended not to enjoy a lot of the weirder stuff.
But there was one thing out of the ordinary that he enjoyed: going into an alley, stripping down to his fur, and jerking himself until he came.
It wasn't exhibitionism, not really, he wasn't trying to put on a public display; quite the contrary, he took pains to make it less likely for him to get caught, since he really didn't want to have that on his record. But it was just the thrill of the idea, doing something blatantly perverted and wrong, risking his tail to get his rocks off...it gave him a rush that he couldn't get with any other type of masturbation. And so he kept doing it, seeking out the most private points and going back to them when the time was right.
Tonight might not have been the best night, there were a few more people out and about than usual, but the urge was too strong to be ignored. He was in that mood, and he knew he would be restless until he sated it...so he headed out, planning to go to the most isolated area he knew. It was a rather bad part of town, a bit more slummy and with shadier characters around, but also usually with fewer people wandering around. And true to expectations, there were very few pedestrians in the area, and only limited vehicle traffic as well...cars weren't usually a risk, he went far enough in that they almost never saw him and they definitely wouldn't hear him.
He kept walking another ten minutes, mostly moving on automatic now. There was a preferred spot he always liked to go in this area, an alleyway between two mostly if not completely abandoned buildings, which was less messy than most and probably had the lowest risk of discovery for him. Not no risk, but it seemed like hardly anyone ventured that way, so it was relatively safe. Especially nice for when he preferred to take his time...and this felt like a take-your-time day to him.
Before entering he glanced around. It was quiet, he didn't see anyone around...yet, there was a nagging prickling in the back of his neck, something seemed different from usual. He couldn't place it...maybe it was just his nerves. No matter how many times he did this, it still put him on edge...one catch would be all it took to give him a lot of trouble. That was just how it was, though, if he wanted to get this thrill he had to take the risk. So he pushed the disconcert to the back of his mind and stepped in, walking back behind an empty dumpster. It hadn't been used in a long time, long enough that there was barely any scent to it, another plus in his book.
Now he could have some fun.
Knowing what he was going to do, he'd dressed lightly, only a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt - no underwear, he never wore any on these excursions, it just felt better that way. He now shed them, tossing them off to the side well out of arm's reach, leaving himself only in his silver-grey fur. Sighing, he leaned back against the wall behind the dumpster and crouched down, his cock already rising out of its sheath. His heart was racing, sending blood pumping all through him, but especially to that key part of his anatomy. One hand went down to his shaft, while the other reached further down and behind him, fingers darting around his tailhole, rubbing up against it and one digit pressing inside slowly. There was no way to get out of this position quickly, which was part of the thrill of it...but he'd never been caught in the act before, never even had a real close call, so he typically allowed himself to get lost in the sensations.
His breathing kept speeding up as he began to stroke himself, while his finger pressed around for that magic button inside him...it didn't take him long to find it, getting a moan out of him as he squirted a bit of pre out into the air. He took care to be fairly quiet, but he could never stifle himself entirely...that was why an isolated area like this was so much better, he could push the boundaries a bit with less fear of getting found out. His back arched a bit and his eyes closed as he started to get into it a bit more, playing with himself from both ends. Had he been in a rush, he would have gone full-bore into it, but this time he was intending to ride it for a while, really enjoy the time he had...
Time became a bit fuzzy as he kept at it, slowly probing his prostate and rubbing his now-pre-slick dick, at times teasing the top of the swelling knot at the base. He could feel his heart pounding, his mouth was letting shuddering moans escape dangerously, the sound of his jerking was starting to become louder...it was like everything that made it more risky was everything that made it feel even better. It had been a while since he'd let things get this dangerous, but he was more and more sure it would be worth it in the end.
"Well, well, well...what do we have here?"
Will's eyes shot open in a flash, and his breath caught in his throat. Standing in front of him - right in front, he hadn't even heard them approach! - were two large, very imposing figures, one a blue-scaled dragon, the other a brown bear. Both of them had to be seven-six plus, built like tanks, and...the fox whimpered a bit as he saw they were both wearing police uniforms. Not just caught, but caught by the cops themselves!
"Looks like we caught ourselves a live one," the dragon said with an amused voice, grinning down rather threateningly at Will. "And here I thought this kinda thing only happened in stories."
"Maybe that's what he was counting on, I don't think he's all that happy to see us," the bear snickered. "Then again, I suppose I wouldn't be either if I had a public indecency charge hanging over my head. Why don't you get those hands were we can see them?"
Will was almost shaking in terror. Silently he freed his hands from their roles and held them in front of him. "P-please...I..."
"Lookit him...almost about to faint. You'd think we were about to take our batons out on him."
"Heh, wouldn't count that out just yet."
He didn't really like the sound of that. "Officers...I...I'm sorry...I won't...do it again...please...I don't want to go to jail..." Will hated how pathetic he sounded, but he really wasn't prepared to be actually caught by cops. He'd figured if he was caught, it would be a passerby who he could maybe convince to be quiet, or at least get a chance to run away from before they found someone with authority. Sure, it would probably mean an end to the activities permanently, but at least he could avoid the slammer. But this didn't look nearly as good...all he could do was hope that they were merciful. They didn't sound like it, but he didn't have many other options.
"He doesn't want to go to jail?" The dragon snickered again. "Sounds like he's asking for us to let him off."
The bear nodded in agreement. "Well, if he wants to get off...perhaps we can arrange that. A get-off for a get-off, right?"
"Oh yeah, but I think he wants to get off two ways, so that'd be one for each of us."
"Sounds like a fair trade to me." The bear leered down at Will. "You want us to give you leniency? Then maybe you can put that slutty body to work for us."
He couldn't believe his ears. The cops were asking to trade sex for his freedom? There was no way THAT was in the regulations. If they were serious, though, they probably wouldn't want that to get out...which meant that they'd probably hold up their end of the bargain. Swallowing again, he nodded; it was really his only chance. "I...I can do that for you, sirs."
"Good, good. What's your name, boy?"
"Um...it's Will, sir. How...should I address you?"
The dragon was grinning in a way Will wasn't entirely sure he was comfortable with. "Hah, he knows his place pretty well, bet the slut's been here before. You can call me Drake, and my partner here Barry. That is, when your mouth's free enough for it."
Drake and Barry...it didn't take a genius to see that those weren't real names. Then again, they probably wanted a bit of insurance, if Will didn't have their real names it would be harder to use anything against them...still, it wasn't like he had any real option to back out now, the officers were already undressing. He shivered a bit as more of their bodies were bared to him...they were fine specimens, tall and muscular, the kind of men he was more than happy to lust after in the best of times. The dragon's definition was more prominent, especially obvious in the chest and arms, and the six-pack abs, where the bear was a bit more rounded and covered up by fur. He started to stand up, but reverted to a crouch with one look from Drake. "You can just stay there...we'll take care of putting you where you need to be."
With a shaky nod, he complied, setting back in place and just watching as they finished stripping down. The pants coming off was especially captivating...his eyes widened as he watched their cocks get exposed. Both of them were huge, long and thick enough to look like an extra limb, both pointed at the tip but getting very broad at the bases. Drake's was a bit more of an exotic shape, ridged on the top and smooth on the bottom, and had a knot at the base that he was almost certain he was going to have to feel before he was done here.
It was amazing how bold they were being...getting undressed all the way and taking their time, rather than making quick work of it. Perhaps they were as cocky as he had been about not getting caught here...but he would have thought they'd know better. Well, he wasn't about to question it, the less he spoke up the better. His mouth was going to be used for something else, anyway...
Barry reached out and grabbed his outstretched hands, yanking him upright. He staggered forward, face-first into the ursine crotch, getting a noseful of his deep, musky scent...it made him feel more anxious and yet more complacent, which was probably the intent. A paw on the back of his head kept him grinding into the cock, not giving him a chance to open up...he could feel musky fluid getting wiped all over his face, oily and greasy, making sure the scent would linger.
His tail was yanked up painfully, and he could feel another cock smearing fluid all around his ass. Drake's voice rose tauntingly at a clawed finger teased him. "Heh, you feel nice and flexible back here...bet I'm not even the biggest dick you've taken, am I? Slutty little fox, we'll make sure you get fed properly from both ends." Part of Will wanted to protest the designation, but perhaps it was better that he didn't.
He suddenly felt fingers clamp painfully on the sides of his jaws. He yipped a bit as they were forced open, and the bear's cock was shoved in, all the way to the base, no time to adjust. He fought the urge to gag as much as he could, not wanting to piss the bear off...Barry could have asked him, or ordered him, but he didn't, he'd forced him, and that felt like a warning to him not to mess around. He started sucking as Barry began bucking in, not bothering with pleasantries - he was aiming to overpower and Will had no way of stopping that.
And Drake was just as ruthless. Will's yell was completely blocked by Barry's shaft, but there was a loud internal yell as he felt the dragon's thick member pierce his hole, slamming in to the knot in one go. He'd had rough before but not THAT rough...it felt like he'd been kicked in the gut from the inside, not painful but uncomfortable...it was slightly better the next time around, he was ready for it then, but the thickness of Drake's cock and the length of it pushing in deep was taxing on his small body, a punishing pressure on his insides that was wearing him down.
And yet, it didn't escape him that his cock was rock-hard, leaking precum profusely. He'd thought that being caught would be a major boner-killer, but it didn't seem that that had actually happened...in fact, it might have even been turning him on. Even with the sexiness of the cops, he didn't think that would have happened, but it was. He was moaning fairly loudly and wantonly, not caring too much about volume since everything was muffled...he knew Drake and Barry could hear him just fine, though, and they were chuckling over it.
"What a shock, the bitch loves being stuffed with cock," Barry grunted, rubbing Will's head patronizingly. "Enjoying the taste of a big bear, are you?"
"He's tighter than I thought for a slutty fox," remarked Drake, with an extra-rough shove of his cock inside Will's rear. "Doesn't fight me at all but clenches down like a nice toy. Perfect little bitch for having fun with, no wonder he gets around."
The fox's face flushed a bit more, he was almost sure the redness could be seen through his fur. He hated this kind of degrading speech most of the time, but somehow it was adding to his arousal here. Maybe because he couldn't say anything about it...maybe because he was acting the part...whatever the case, his only reaction to it was to get more into it, move a little bit more and clench down a little bit tighter on Drake's dick. He was getting very close to his own release...one of his hands went from Barry's legs to his own cock, starting to massage and play with his knot, to help along his orgasm. The bear noticed and growled approvingly. "Oh, yeah...show us how much you love being fucked, you little slut."
The more Will gave into them, the rougher they got. Drake started pounding him with even more fervor, now trying to plunge his knot into the fox's tight hole. Barry had both hands on Will's head and was jamming his cock down his throat without a care for his air, making breathing difficult for the fox. And all he was doing was rubbing his shaft and knot harder, trying to bring himself to climax...at this point he didn't even feel like he could stop himself, it was almost like he was possessed, the lust had taken control of him. And he hardly cared.
Closer and closer...and he could tell Barry and Drake were close, too. He started sucking more, trying to get the bear's offering, while tensing down in time with Drake's entries, loving the somewhat bumpy sensation those ridges were offering. Despite the tightening, he could feel his hole wearing down under the assault, soon to take in the dragon's knot...
It all hit almost at once. Barry growled deep and hard, almost shaking Will with its intensity as he started to cum, shooting into the fox's mouth and throat. He didn't stop humping, and was effectively smearing his seed all over Will's mouth, ensuring that he could taste nothing but it and couldn't swallow it. And then shortly after, his hole was stretched open almost painfully to accept the fat knot the dragon had, locking him inside...Will's eyes rolled back in his head as his climax hit, a powerful high that had never been matched by any other he'd had, each shot he let loose a forceful jet that splashed onto his chest and stomach fur, soaking him in his own seed. And that was only ramped up by the heavy filling he was getting in his ass, the dragon pumping him nice and full, none of it escaping thanks to the tight blockage in his ass, it was just all flooding in deeper. He could feel himself getting filled to the brim and beyond...it was a wonder, with as much as was pushing into him from both sides, that he wasn't swelling up from it all.
Finally, after what felt like an age, he was pulled off of Barry's cock, allowed to breathe properly again...the air wasn't exactly fresh given the heavy scent of three males in the area, but it was fresh enough, and he sucked it in greedily. The dragon still held onto him, his knot locked securely in, still letting out more seed though at a reduced rate...Will felt exhausted, bloated, used, and degraded, and he'd never enjoyed anything more in his life.
He remained limp in the dragon's grip for a bit, no one saying anything...but then, unexpectedly, he felt his arms being grabbed. Barry was standing over him again, his big hand easily pinning both of the fox's smaller arms...his eyes widened as he felt the cool metal of handcuffs being locked onto him. "Heh, that's a good look on you..."
"W-wait...y-you said..."
"We said we wouldn't take you to jail," Drake hissed, amusement heavy in his voice. "No one said anything about not cuffing you. Since you don't want to go to jail, I think we'll take you home with us. One romp with a slutty fox just isn't enough."
"What? But...but I'm not..."
"Not what?" Barry pressed. "Not a slut? Not into that? Heh, you can't think we'd believe that after all this...don't lie, you loved the shit out of this. And you're gonna love the shit out of everything else we do to you, too, because you know you want to. You've been wanting to be caught like this, forced into everything you said you wouldn't do or didn't like to do, because being forced into it, that's your real fetish, ain't it?"
"That's what someone like you does..." The dragon followed up. "You put yourself in position, hoping you get caught by just the right guy who'll use you the way you want to be used. No one else does it right, you need the loss of control. That's why you've been haunting all these alleyways for so long...you think we didn't ever get any calls about that? You've been keeping us waiting a long time, foxy, waiting for you to come back to the place where you'd be easy to catch and no one would come looking."
Will whimpered quietly...so that was why they'd been so bold, why they'd not worried about being spotted...they'd set it up. They were waiting for him for the start...knowing that he wouldn't fight them. And perhaps he should have been angry about that, but...he still hadn't gone soft, and their words were playing a nice game with his brain. Maybe he really was into that...if the thought of being used in ways he didn't normally like wasn't turning him off, they might just have his number.
He'd find out for sure, because he wasn't going anywhere they didn't want him to go.