Piss Bunny (Watersports)
It was a pleasant, warm summer evening that Danny wanted to cherish. With a stroke of luck, the handsome young bunny scored a rare opportunity to have some beer with friends at a bar in town. However, it was difficult for Danny to drink alcohol. He always hesitated to drink because he easily recalled times when he was intoxicated, and he was caught in a downward spiral of uncertainty and chaos. Because of this, he valued sobriety, but he also valued the time he spent with friends that were normally too busy to take time out of their work and academic schedules to socialize. He, too, had a busy life with a dizzying span of mundane errands and obligations.
Danny wanted to be considered as a "social drinker," and he pretended to be a barfly around his friends, order a pint of beer only to take a small sip and vow to not drink the rest of the glass. Tonight, however, was different. After being coaxed by his friends, the bunny drank some beer. The beer started going down smoothly, and his cheeks warmed up. After a few more drinks, his fur turned into a furcoat, and he felt increasingly warm. The rest of the night felt, at least, sketchy for Danny, and he had difficulty comprehending what his friends were saying to him -- something about "getting wasted" and "more shots of whiskey." The lights in the bar seem to burn brightly in his eyes, and he felt like he was roasting on top of an open fire. The room turned into a nauseating blur, and he tried his hardest to stay seated in his stool and not fall. His legs felt heavy, and when he tried to stand, he slithered back down. The bunny could only hear muted laughter and loud rock music that was indecipherable.
Between him and the rest of the world, there was solitude, and he enjoyed it with the exception of certain bodily obligations that easily agitated him. He felt his bladder reaching a boiling point, and he had to pee. He managed to tell his friends, "I have to pee," and nobody else seemed to care. In a way, he was hoping that someone would move him up from his seat and pushed him vaguely toward the direction of the bathroom, but he knew he had to do it all by himself. What seemed so easy to accomplish in a sober state was demonstrably difficult. Danny grabbed onto the table that he was sitting at and tried to push himself up. It was successful. He took a few small steps toward what he assumed to be the doors leading to the men's room. Instead, he wandered outside, and stumbled around the back alley behind the bar.
Danny could feel the chilly breeze wrap around his neck. He kept seeing the red-brick wall in front of him, and he refused to turn away. The bunny hazily thought, "I'll go here," and he slowly unzipped the fly on his jeans. He pulled down his tight briefs, and withdrew his shaft. His average-sized dick was sweaty, and he had a difficult time maintaining his one-handed grip around it. He stretched his cock out, and jiggled it to the point that most of it was hanging away from his pants. He started to urinate, and sighed the moment he was able to release. The piss hit the wall with a audible thud before pouring down to the cement. With his eyes half-open, Danny looked around and saw that nobody was around. He felt more secure, and kept the stream consistent. After a while, the bunny began to fondly admire his piss, and he rubbed his shaft seductively, coaching it to make sure that no drop was spared.
Officer Barley patrolled the streets, craving mischief. Driving in his police car, the middle-aged brown bear looked around to see if there was anyone he could arrest. The 25-year veteran had yet to satisfy his self-imposed daily quota of arrests. He was very charismatic and he lamented boredom. Fortunately, he was assigned a night patrol shift, and he hoped to round up a feel DUIs -- maybe a few drunks on the street, just to keep him company on the way to the station. Barley drove past an active bar at 2 a.m., and saw his first catch of the night, who took the liberty of relieving himself liberally in the adjacent alleyway. He flushed the lights of his car as he turned left into the alleyway.
Danny was in a trance while he made a puddle that eventually soaked the bottom of his shoes. He didn't see the lights from the policecar because he was looking down at his pissing cock with undivided attention. Suddenly, he heard someone approach him. He slowly turned around to face the officer who just got out of his car behind him, but Danny forgot to finish and zip up his fly. Barley held a flashlight up to the bunny's face, and titled his head to study the heavily inebriated bunny. While Danny tried to digest the shock of being confronted by a cop, he was too preoccupied to notice that he was urinating on the cop's pants.
"Sir? Sir! What the... Hell..." barked Barley who waved his paw in front of the bunny's eyes. Judging by the bunny's staggering gait, Barley quickly realized that having a discussion with the bunny was futile. Nonetheless, he followed proper protocol, despite having his pants soaked in piss. The bear bit his lip as a reminder to mask his growing agitation. "Do you know that it is illegal to urinate in public? State Penal Code section 372: public urination is prohibited as a 'public nuisance.' Are you aware that you could be charged for a misdemeanor? You are likely to accrue additional charges including drunk and disorderly conduct. Are you aware of these charges?"
The bunny quietly slipped his member back into his pants and zipped up. He closed his eyes and muttered to himself incoherently. Barley waited a few seconds for Danny to respond. When he didn't, the bear turned Danny around and placed him in handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?" stated the officer. When he finished reciting the Miranda rights, Barley waited a minute for Danny to respond.
"What... is... it?" Danny spoke.
Barley placed his arm on the drunk bunny's back, and led him to the car. The bear placed Danny in the backseat. Once the slow-reacting bunny realized where he was, he let out a moan and slid down his seat. He leaned his head against the side door and watched as he was being driven away from the bar and his friends. He kept saying, "No," to himself softly. Hearing the bunny, Barley told Danny, "If you didn't piss on my pants, I would have considered letting you go."
"But I... don't... Oh God, what have I done?" Danny buried his head in his paws. He whimpered softly, and cursed himself.
"Ever considered using a bathroom?" Barley snarled.
"I did it again, didn't I?" Danny thought to himself. The bunny had a headache, and his intoxication prevented him from thinking clearly, but he knew he did something wrong. He knew, at least, that being in the back of a police car was synonymous with doing something illegal. "Can't the cops let a guy have a piss on the street for once?" he mused.
Officer Barley was adamantly clear. He sought no compromises from the drunken bunny, and he was ready to baulk at any pleas made by Danny. However, Danny remained silent, and deprived the bear of any satisfaction from hearing any apologies. Barley was expecting the bunny to seek forgiveness, but he came up empty-handed. This roused the officer yet it energized him. He was starting to believe that Danny was being defiant. Perhaps Danny intended to piss on him as an act of disobedience. Perhaps the officer was being "challenged," and perhaps it was a challenge that he needed to accept. The bear gripped the steering wheel, and pushed on the gas as he buzzed through the city.
Danny looked out the window and noticed the car passed the police station. His first instinct was to tell the officer, "Dude, you just passed the station," but he decided to stay silent. He wanted to ask Barley, "Where are you going?" but the bear appeared to be incensed, and he didn't want to agigate him any further. He thought, "Maybe he's going to kill me." Danny moved around the backseat nervously. He instinctively tried to free himself from the handcuffs, but was unsuccessful. Noticing that the bunny was moving around, Barley looked at his rearview mirror and saw him struggling. At that point, Barley was convinced that Danny was resisting authority and he needed to be taught a lesson. "That boy doesn't realize who he's messing with," Barley thought. When he stopped at a red light, Barley looked down at the passenger seat beside him and spotted a ski mask that he acquired from a liquor store robbery suspect earlier that day. By the time the light turned green, Barley put on the mask and started to formulate a plan to deal with the pompous, little hare in the backseat.
Barley parked his car near an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The 300-pound bear got out of the car, slammed the door, and stormed over to the other side. He took the slender, young bunny out of the car, and escorted him to the warehouse. At times, Danny dragged his feet, but it was only because he was still to drunk to walk on his own. Barley interpreted Danny's drunkenness as resistance. The bear yanked Danny by the collar of his black shirt, and opened the main door to the warehouse.
Inside the large, abandoned warehouse, there was a series of thin, steel columns that barely held up the roof, which showed advance signs of deterioration. The windows were obscured with several thick layers of dust, and the floors were covered in rocks, granite, plastic bags and a random assortment of trash. There was also footsteps on the floor so it appeared that there was activity in the warehouse recently. The shoe prints on the floor matched the prints that Barley left as soon as he walked into the building.
The officer had Danny face the wall and spread his legs. He handcuffed the bunny to a rail that stretched around a corner of the warehouse, and left his victim in a seemingly perpetual state of bewilderment.
Danny could feel sobriety slowly returning to him. His vision was no longer blurry and disorienting. Instead, he felt he wanted to shout, "Let me go! Let me out!" but a part of him was morbidly curious about his fate. What was going to happen next? He knew the bear was obviously irate, and he watched enough Reservoir Dogs to be concerned about losing certain body parts. But would a respected 20-year veteran of the police force risk his career to hurt, mutiliate or murder a drunk he picked up on the street? "Well, I kinda pissed on his pants. How could you not want to kill someone for doing that?" he said to himself half-jokingly. When he chuckled at the remark, the officer shook Danny from behind and gripped onto his neck.
"Think this is funny to you, huh?" Barley whispered in the bunny's left ear. "I don't hear anyone else laughing, do you?"
Barley suddenly grabbed on Danny's pants and pulled them down with brute force. Without unzipping or unfastening the belt, it felt awkward to Danny. "Are you going to rape me or something?" asked Danny.
"Shut up."
Barley pulled down the bunny's pants and his underwear. The bear wanted to get a good look at the slender rabbit's back side, his puffy cottontail, and his tight rear that was waiting for attention. Standing for about 20 seconds quietly, the bear adjusted the leather gloves on his paws. In what looked like a flash, the tall, domineering bear spanked Danny's rear, and left a noticeably red mark. Danny was surprised at the officer's course of action. It hurt, but in a way, he liked it. He couldn't explain it, but he liked it. He couldn't exactly determine why he "liked" it except for the fact that being spanked by a large bear energized him. The pain was addicting. He wanted more, but he didn't want to jinx the momentum by asking for more.
The spanking continued. Each swat against the fuzzy rump was harder than the last. The bear used the palm of his paw and swatted against the bunny's cheeks. Each spank made Danny wince, and jerk his body. The spankings were only getting harder. Barley used the strength of his arms to double down, and hit Danny, which caused the helpless hare to gasp for air. When he could feel his arm experiencing discomfort, Barley stopped, and removed Danny's handcuffs. With his pants still dangling from his ankles, Danny was dragged into a large storage room nearby.
Barley positioned Danny to sit on the floor and lean back on the floor. The bear stripped the bunny of his shirt, leaving him naked and obviously aroused. Danny's sweaty cock hung low, but it was obviously hard. It was clear that Danny was enjoying the experience more than he let on. Seeing that his victim was horny, Barley was more than motivated to take the next step.
The officer looked down at Danny and rubbed his crotch suggestively. He unzipped and unbuttoned the fly of his piss-soaked uniform pants. He reached inside the fly and pulled out his dick with some handsome foreskin. He jerked his dick before Danny, and placed it right in front of the rabbit's muzzle.
"You like my cock, don't you, faggot?" teased Barley. "You want it?" The bear jiggled his member and rubbed it against the bunny's nose. Danny moaned positively in response. "Open your maw."
Danny happily followed the officer's orders, and expected to give a blowjob. Instead, he got something completely different. The cop let out a spurt of piss that splashed on the unexpecting bunny's face. He caught some of the bear's musky piss into his maw, and subsequently spit it out. Barley slapped the rabbit's head and asked, "What's the matter?" in a sarcastically concerned tone. He slapped Danny on the side of his head again, and teasingly pushed his dick against Danny's muzzle. With his paws now free, Danny started to jerk himself off, and moan softly.
"I want to be a urinal," Danny confessed tenderly.
"You want to be a urinal?" asked Barley, who graciously accepted Danny's submission. "I knew it! You like to get all wet."
Barley pushed the bunny's head back, bent his knees a little, and aimed his dick toward Danny's face. He began to pee again, but this time, the stream was consistent and plentiful. The dominant bear's piss trickled down from the bunny's lips to his chest, and ultimately made its way to the stomach where it was soaked into his soft fur. Danny felt his body getting warmer and soaked in the bear's scent. He jerked himself harder. The intensity of the full bladder stream slapping against his body made him feel like a "slut," and he loved it.
When he finished, Barley was kind enough to give the horny bunny a handjob, and helped Danny climax. A thick string of Danny's lukewarm cum coated the bear's paws. Barley rubbed the cum all over the bunny's body as humiliation. But Barley wasn't done yet. The bear jerked himself aggressively, and got himself rock hard before soaking the bunny with his seed. Basking in his afterglow, Danny kept repeating, "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" as he was being used for his intended purpose. He was panting heavily, and was slowing coming to terms with what happened to him.
Barley allowed him to put his clothes back on and leave. "If you wound up behind bars, I would be losin' someone special," said the bear in a condescending tone as he zipped his pants up.
"How sweet," said Danny with a sarcastic drawl. "You do this to every guy you pick off the street?"
Barley took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket. He lit the cigarette and took a drag. "Sometimes. If I come across a smartass, I'll teach 'em a lesson."
"I'll try to be a smartass more often," Danny joked. "So if I resist arrest, you'll bend me over and fuck me?"
"Hey pal, I'm a cop, not a fuckin' whore, alright?" Barley barked. "I'll take you home. You got off easy. Next time, rabbit... next time I see you watering the wall, I will arrest you for real. It's my job, after all."
"Got it, thanks."
While Danny rode in the backseat of Barley's police car, he kept replaying the sexual encounter in his mind. He liked being completely helpless, while the large policeman abused him, made him hurt and sweat until he was exhausted, but begging for more. It all went down in a drunken haze, and that would be his excuse if someone were to find out what happened between him and Officer Jack Barley. Both of the men trusted each other to not reveal their experience. Having word of it spread around would be tremendously detrimental to their high-profile reputations. Despite the risks involved, they were mutually keen on going for another run, but when?