Desperation
#2 of Cops are Fun
Disclaimer: This story contains gay furry sex. If you are under 18 or are offended by this, turn
back now before it's too late!
Second one. Man, I wish I could do that )=
Barely a minute passed since my captor's exit before my cock made itself painfully aware to me.
It was throbbing in need of release. My tip was swollen and already spitting out a small stream
of precum down the underside of my cock, pooling on the metal armchair underneath my large
and aching balls. The ropes around my wrists prevented my hands from rescuing my dick. All
eight inches of my it was out and erect in the cold air, which really did nothing to help soften it,
along with an already fully formed knot. My god, I've never been so horny in my life.
I shouted out for the raccoon, demanding that he release me. Stroke me off or cut the ropes
around my wrists and ankles, either way was fine, really. But there was no sign of him coming
back. The candle, now a small white stub of wax, flickered unwaveringly in front of me, mocking
me with its unobstructed heat. After awhile, I even started begging. I cried out sexual, slutty
things, degrading what was left of my dignity and manhood and surrendering myself to my base
desires. The raccoon was right, I have gotten banged by every guy in every police force I've
ever been in. But I sure as hell never stooped as low as this. I was pleading to do anything and
everything, possible and impossible, to them and to myself. I listed every kink and fetish I
could think of, from blowjob to vore. That last one, I doubt any of them practiced, but hell it
was worth a shot. I did all this just to release. I felt like a Suck for a Buck chick. But all
my begging got me nowhere. No footsteps sounded in the hall, nor did I hear any voices. But,
somewhere, I was pretty sure he was listening along with his "friends" to my self-degradation. I
was embarrassed to hell, but hey, a guy's gotta cum, y'know?
Futile as it seemed, I tried to get off some other way. At first, I started just humping the cold air,
feeling it caress my dick. But it did nothing to help. The air simply teased me to the edge, but not
over, like my loving captor. The masked coon must know his way around a guy pretty well to
send me reeling like this in need. When that obviously didn't work, I tried to rub the side of my
cock onto the wooden table in front of me, but decided against the idea. Seriously, that would just
hurt and I'll probably even get splinters. The last thing I need is a cock hurting from both lust and
injury.
Then, all of a sudden, an idea struck me. I could just suck myself off. Although I've never tried it, I
knew I was flexible enough for the job. However, to do it would be to shred the last tiny bit of
dignity I had left and throw it to the wind. My cock was calling out to me, begging much needed
release. I don't know if it's the air or the coon but it was so much more demanding than usual, and
increasingly so. My island of sanity was rapidly becoming swallowed by my ocean of lust and
need. I had no choice.
I bent over. As a canine, I had more than enough flexibility to lick my own hole, so my cock would
be no problem. I gave it a few licks, and it twitched in excitement, throbbing for more. My smooth
long tongue felt amazing on the sensitive doggy dick. It was a little hard due to my restraints, but I
hunkered down and licked my shaft from top to bottom and back down with my tongue flitting
over the piss hole teasingly, which caused me to want more. So, I shoved the thing up my mouth.
The heat inside was so intense that I almost came. Almost. I held back my own much needed
release. I never thought I would give myself oral, but now that I was, I was beginning to enjoy it
immensely. And I'm determined to enjoy it some more. I gave a great blowjob it seems. God, I felt
like such a whore for savoring this, but it just felt too good.
I groaned, causing the air around my cock to vibrate, amplifying the pleasure ten-fold. It was
already getting hard to keep a lid on my balls, and my voice did nothing to help. I worked quickly,
getting the most out of what little time I had before I could no longer hold it in. I licked generously
and sucked hard, coating my cock in a thick coat of saliva. Even my hips decided to join in the fun
as they humped in and out of my muzzle, pushing my dick deep into my throat. Closing my eyes, I
thrust harder and harder, trying to bury my own cock deeper into my own muzzle. I found that I
had to deep throat myself to fit all of it in, which just added to my feelings of complete sluttiness.
But at this point, I couldn't care less. I shoved my entire length down my throat, breathing the
fresh and rough-smelling musk emanating from my balls, licking the salty sweat from my pubic
fur. My lust-driven thrust caused my knot to become trapped behind my teeth, preventing my
cock from exiting. But I paid no attention, and I began to use rapid little humps in and out, in and
out, the swollen knot pushing against my fangs. My tongue did all it could to lick the sensitive
underside of the shaft and stimulate it into a frenzy. The muscles of my esophagus massaged my
cock so tenderly as I moaned and groaned in pleasure, the vibration further increasing the
ecstasy. Almost immediately, I was face-fucking myself with extreme animalistic fervor. The
kettle was boiling and I was about to explode.
A bark of pure lust, muffled by the huge cock, came from my throat as my balls retracted and
unleashed their fury into my mouth. Rope after rope of thick juicy dog cum splashed down into my
stomach, their salty taste a delicacy. I sucked my dick like a vaccuum, milking as much as I could
out of myself. For four straight minutes, I pumped jizz into my eager muzzle and swallowed like
the town whore. Some of it even started trickling down the side of my mouth as the torrent of
cum continued to gush out of my cocktip.
Afterwards, the numbing afterglow set in, buzzing around in my head. My cock continued to
twitch inside my mouth, still hard as a rock. I couldn't believe it. The most intense release I've ever
had and my dick still wanted more. I was still bent over, trapped by my own full-sized knot. My
rapid panting just further excited it, wanting another go. I winced as my tongue unavoidably
touched my cock, hypersensitive from the orgasm.
So, this was how my captors were going to find me: bent over, sucking my own cock.
My god, how much lower could I possibly go?
Unknown to me at the time was another of my captors' slaves, standing in the room. He had
entered the room with the raccoon and padded softly to a far corner from the door. The naked
panther's sleek black fur blended perfectly with the darkness as he stole quietly on padded
footpaws to his ordered position, carrying under him a tripod and video camera. He worked
quickly and with ease, having done this many times before. His masters always tape every
session as material for later. Both camera and stand were as black as the panther, so I could
never have seen any of this. In fact, I never learned any of this happened until afterwards.
The feline slave pointed the camera so as to have a side view of the action. He had already
missed the first couple minutes of foreplay, a mistake he would be punished for severely later.
He hastily pushed the record button and began filming his master breaking in the new pet. The
special candle illuminated everything caught on camera as bright as day and every detail of the
action was recorded.
It was nothing he hadn't seen before. True, the show gave him a boner, but he only stroked at it
absentmindedly. His thoughts wandered around the room, fantasized about tonight. The panther
wondered lazily which of his masters was going to fuck the hell out of him and leave him begging
for more. He hoped it was the bear. He had the biggest and fattest cock out of all of them.
Absorbed in his mental fantasy, he jumped at the sound of the door slamming. Realizing that the
raccoon left, he slid silently to the floor. The new slave still hadn't sensed him. Lieing down on his
back on the cold hard concrete, he only half-listened to the german sheperd's loud demands and
eventual begging. All pets before him had done the exact same thing, even the panther. The
aphrodisiac flowing through the dog's veins kept his cock hard and ready to cum, almost to the
point of insanity. And that same hard cock would force him to do whatever his masters wished. It
was a simple yet brilliant abuse of the male mind. Tuning the pet out, his mind once again started
drifting to the big bulky bear and his thick shaft.
But a heavy sigh interrupted his thoughts and he looked around to see where it came from. His
yellow eyes went wide and his mouth gaped open in disbelief and amazement as he watched
the doggy slave lick his own dick. He had never seen any of the other slaves do that. Man, that
guy must be extremely desperate to get himself off.
Taking a new interest in this pet, he propped himself up on an elbow and bent his back leg to
allow better cock access. The paw stroking his own seven inch erection began picking up speed
as the show got hotter and hotter to watch. When the german sheperd plunged down on his
own cock, the panther gave a small lusty moan. He imagined that it was his cock up that sweet
muzzle, humping away like there's no tomorrow. He could just feel the heat of the pup's breath
blanketing his cock in an astonishing warmth. He groaned silently at the mental image and
imagined pleasure.
His paw stroked faster and faster on his barbed feline dick, using his own precum for lubricant.
The panther watched as the dog's knot shoved past his teeth and his hips began humping at a
frantic pace. He was panting as hard as he is, the cat's own hips humping into his hand. Like the
cop tied down to the chair, he was close to the edge. He had never seen anything so hot.
At the same time that the pup barked out, the panther gave his own silent cry of lust as he
reached his climax. His milk poured out onto the floor in front of him, his teeth gritted tightly
against the pleasure, his paw encouraging every last drop. As his orgasm died down, an
impressive pool of cum lay in front of him.
Panting softly, he lay back down with a slight thump as he enjoyed his afterglow. It had been so
long since he had seen such a display. The panther simply had to know this new pup later, after
the masters have had their fun breaking him in to his new life. Then, he would be thrown to the
other slaves like himself for their own pleasure. The german sheperd would start at the bottom,
but somehow, the panther knew he would climb easily to the top of the favorites list.
He continued to lie dazed for a few more minutes until his fingers touched the pool of cum. His
masters would not like their floor dirtied. In fact, he would be punished for even jerking off
without their permission. Loath to get up, but fearing punishment, he rolled over and began to lick
up his own mess, trying to clean it up before his masters came back.
But as the panther lapped at his own jizz, he watched with an amused smile at the tied down pup
attempting to free himself from his own knot.
Hope you enjoyed it~