Police Brutality
Another long night of training brought Duncan home feeling accomplished. His team spent the evening practicing suspect extraction and apprehension tactics at the police facility outside town. The large tiger was point, always the doorbreaker and first in. He had a strong voice and commanding presence which made him perfect for the job.
The apartment he shared with his boyfriend was dark. And why wouldn't it be? Duncan checked his watch, it was two in the morning. The computer radio was on Riley's favorite station, importing German techno into the room at a reasonable volume. The raccoon had the habit of leaving it on whenever he went to bed just in case he got up during the night. Duncan never seemed to mind.
The burly tiger pulled himself out of his SWAT issued combat boots and set them in the hall closet next to his duffel. He tossed his uniform shirt into the laundry bag on the door handle. It's Riley's turn to do clothes tomorrow , he thought to himself. Duncan stretched. His black tank top threatening to rip from the massive frame it held. He was still hyped from training. There was a lot of adrenaline in his job and it was still pumping through him.
He unbuckled his sidearm, a standard police issue nine millimeter pistol and placed it carefully in the pistol gunsafe in the closet. It was under lock and key, but not for any real reason, it was only habit. Riley had gotten into the safe once, without the keys. Duncan was stunned but he only smiled and took him out to the police range and taught him to shoot. Tricky raccoon, he smiled to himself. Speaking of...
Duncan went back to the bedroom. Riley was asleep soundly a book next to him. The tiger noted the comic book that had been shoved between the pages. Very tricky raccoon. He was in his green flannel sleeping pants and curled against a pillow serenely. One black ringed azure eye slipped open, clouded with sleep. His rounded grey ears perked toward the tiger's entrance.
'Hi.' Riley whispered as he rolled onto his back and stretched. His black toes curled and his voluminous tail strained. He managed a small smile as he rolled back onto his side, propping his head up on a pillow and his arm. 'Long night?'
'Yeah' Duncan replied 'You wouldn't believe the stuff we're going through.' The tiger watched him through the mirrored closet door as he took his belt off. A pair of nickel-plated handcuffs fell from their place and clattered on the carpeted floor. Duncan's tail whipped about behind him as he knelt to retrieve them . Riley was grinning.
'Why don't I believe that was an accident?' he chuckled. Duncan smirked and picked them up. They weren't his police issued cuffs but a pair that Riley bought for him as a present when Duncan was accepted to receive specialist training as a SWAT member. He even had them engraved with a message: 'Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.' Duncan took this as two things. The first his boyfriend's little kink. The second as a personal challenge. He'd tied up the wiley raccoon on more than one occasion and somehow he'd always gotten out. He'd never used the cuffs before except on the occasional drunk driver he had to bring in. Tonight, he thought, I'll get him.
Duncan wheeled rapidly. Riley's eyes went wide as he realized his lover's intentions but by then it was too late. The tiger was on him. Riley could fight well enough but for all his speed Duncan had him beat with strength. The raccoon struggled but heard the first clicks and then could feel the steel around his right wrist. His struggles lessened. He was beat. Duncan produced a second set, his issued set and clamped one bracelet around the raccoon's left wrist. Riley yelped as the metal bit into him, but both hands were still free, he was confused. In that instant Duncan, who was lying flat against his lover's back, took hold of both his arms and pulled them forward. Riley, who was pinned on his stomach, struggled feebly against the massive tiger, but it was a lost cause. He stared in horror as the bracelets clicked into place around two wooden slats of the headboard. He was trapped.
The tiger released his weight and sat on his knees next to the prostrate form of the raccoon. He smiled at his success. Riley whimpered. He curled himself up and looked back at Duncan under his arm then over it. His vivid blue eyes were no longer sleep clouded but now wide with shock. The whole ordeal had taken only a few seconds. Riley panted as he watched Duncan slide off the bed and toss two silver keys onto the bed, just out of Riley's reach. The bound raccoon watched as his hope was lost in the cotton sheets.
'Now, I'll be back in a minute. If you're not out of that by then, you're in trouble.' He left and went into their bathroom.
Riley knew that there was no way he could get to the keys by the time Duncan returned, so he just lay there wondering what he had done to deserve this. The bathroom door swung open and Riley glanced back. His tiger was tossing his clothes to the floor. He was nude. Riley had forgotten how incredible Duncan looked naked. Strong and firm. Beautiful stripes. The reddish-orange fur gave way to snowy white over his abdomen where it reached to his thighs. The raccoon's tensions were relieved. It'd been a while since they'd been naked together and even longer since they'd been intimate.
The tiger slid onto the bed and kissed the raccoon's shoulder. He worked his way back over his side and over his hip. Riley rolled onto his stomach and arched his back as his night pants were slipped off. The tiger took hold of Riley's tail roughly. His boyfriend yelped and clutched the pillows. Duncan coaxed his lover up onto his knees his fingers sliding over the raccoon's firm rear. Riley purred and arched further as Duncan ran his warm tongue over his opening then pressed a pair of fingers slowly into him. Whining, he bucked back against his lover's fingers muttering something quietly as he turned his head to one side so as to see the tiger behind him.
'What was that?' Duncan whispered, drawing his fingers back and giving the raccoon's tail hole another smooth lick.
Riley bit his lip then smiled, 'Just fuck me already.' He turned his head back onto the pillow, 'I've missed it.'
The tiger purred, a low rumbling deep in his chest, and mounted him. Riley relaxed, preparing himself just in time for Duncan's cock to penetrate him slowly. The raccoon let out a low groan as the tiger sunk deeper into his body. Duncan took up a rhythm, plunging himself deep into his lover's yielding rear. The raccoon clung for life to the wooden slats of the headboard rocking back and forth with his lover's motions. Desperately he wanted to stroke himself. He was hard and he could feel his tip dragging through a small puddle of precum as he was pushed into.
Feeling powerful hands grip him, Riley bucked back. He could feel the tiger's muscles become taught and Duncan's body become tense. 'Do it in me!' Riley cried, knowing that his lover's climax was immanent 'As deep as ya can!'
Duncan crammed his rock hard cock as far as his lover's body would allow. His scrotum was touching the raccoon's as he climaxed, unloading a hot stream of tiger cum deep into his raccoon's rear. Riley practically screamed as the orgasm's product brought on his own climax. He clenched up tightly almost painfully around Duncan's member as he came against the bedsheets.
After feeling his lover's body quiver around him for a few moments, Duncan drew out slowly. Riley's body went limp beneath him. Riley panted heavily, laying flat on his stomach. He opened his eyes and looked to the side. The keys had moved closer during the course of their lovemaking. Without a second thought he scooted toward them and took them into his mouth, then scooted forward on his stomach so that his face was near the cuffs.
'Where do you think you're going, sweets?' Duncan grinned and tugged the grey and jet furred tail of the raccoon.
'Didn't wanna just lay in a puddle of my own cum. That okay?' Riley replied. 'Wanna get me a towel?'
The tiger smiled and patted his lover's rear as he slid out of bed. He ached but it was a good thing. When he returned, Riley was just as he had left him. Duncan began to clean him when in a sudden rush of grey and metal two sets of handcuffs were attached to his wrists. Riley grinned playfully as he slid into the tiger's lap. He spat the keys across the room then kissed him deeply. The officer was stunned. Riley nuzzled his shoulder and ear, purring contentedly, innocently.
'Tricky fuckin raccoon.' Duncan muttered.