Rough Justice
An otter in fetish gear (long rubber raincoat and high-heeled thigh boots, as you do) finds himself at the mercy of three small-town police officers determined to punish their prisoner in a fitting manner
ROUGH JUSTICE
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Bradley stirred awake and tried to move his aching arms. All the otter got from the effort was sore wrists as metal cuffs bit into them. "Man..." he sighed as he remembered where he was and why. Opening his eyes properly he looked down. "Yeah, that's about right," he said aloud. The otter found himself dressed in a long yellow raincoat and thigh-length waders with high heels, nothing underneath. Nothing new, but the part where he'd gotten stoned the night before and friends had convinced him to go wandering town in his fetish stuff, that *was* new. He had a vague memory of being told something about indecent exposure by a police officer whilst J and Larry ran for it, and now he was here. "Christ, these small towns are draconian," he continued rambling to himself as it dawned on him that he was quite securely manacled to the wall
"Whatever keeps you sons of bitches in line," came a gruff, unfriendly voice. The otter looked up, finally realising he wasn't alone. Outside of the cell bars he could see a large, fat brown bear in police uniform sat at a desk, staring into his coffee cup like he was divining secret knowledge from it. He downed the last of it and set it down before getting up to go over to the otter's cell. "So, sleeping beauty's awake then?"
"Um, yeah..." Brad replied, already sure he'd said too much
"Nice get-up," the bear continued. "Lemme guess, all the rage in the city, right?"
"No," Brad sighed, looking down wishing he could rub his temples, "not really. Look, I'm really sorry, I was pretty drunk last night, my friends kinda dared me-"
"Yeah we know," the bear interrupted. "REALLY drunk." He pulled something out of his pocket and held it up, making Brad's heart sink even further. It was unmistakably his weed. "Christ you city types think you can just show up anywhere and act how you like," the bear snorted as he turned away and went back to his desk. Further protestations from the otter got no response, not that Brad thought any of the ideas running through his head would get him out of his situation anyway. Giving up on arguing with the silent bear, he made himself comfortable examining the grimy interior of the cell area. At least he seemed to be the only one behind bars right now, which suited him fine as it meant there were no fellow prisoners to enjoy his bizarre state. Just the police officers who currently held total, merciless authority over over him whilst he-
He bit his lip, forcibly reminding himself not to let his thoughts wander like that. He was already in a bad enough situation without potentially making it worse. Instead he turned his thoughts to J and Larry, and how brutally he intended to murder them if he ever got out of here. At least *that* would be worth behind behind bars for
An hour or more passed with Brad unable to do anything but cautiously observe his guard as the bear drank coffee, read the newspaper and sporadically laughed or grunted at something within. An hour at least, and then the sound of a door being opened as a voice as gruff as the guard's asked, "is our pretty young maid awake then?" Brad winced, offended and not a little scared by the tone of the new guy
"Yeah chief," been up for a while." The guard nodded to Brad as the new officer came into view. Another bear, taller and fatter than his apparent subordinate and grey-furred. Brad guessed the first bear was addressing him by rank rather than as some kind of friendly nickname, so he must in charge
"Er, hi," the otter began, not really knowing what to say to the bear or even thinking this was a good idea, but right now he didn't feel like staying mute would help either. "Look, I'm one hundred percent sorry about what I did last night, I don't want to be any trouble-"
"Little late for that princess," the bear said, walking up to the bars and peering in
Brad winced again. "Yeah uh... look is there some way I can apologise or, I don't know..." he trailed off. Very slowly the police chief broke into the widest, most sharklike smile Brad had ever seen
"Hear that boys? Our princess wants to 'apologise'." He cracked up laughing along with the cell guard and a third voice belonging to someone that Brad hadn't even seen entering the room. Brad whimpered and looked down at the floor, wishing he could be anywhere else in the world. "So do you do a lot of 'apologising'?" the chief continued
"Probably in the right position already," the third officer said, finally coming into view. A rabbit, black-furred and slender compared to his fellow officers but enjoying himself no less than them at the otter's expense
The chief snorted. "Let's leave our special girl to himself while he thinks about 'apologising', think it's time for lunch anyway." And all three policemen left, the otter half-expecting them to turn the light out on him as they did so
With his guard gone, Brad found himself alone. "Okay this is the part of the movie where I pick the lock with a convenient paperclip, kick the door down and beat the guards," he chuckled to himself. After a sufficient pause spent looking exaggeratedly around the floor he added, "nope, not a movie. And I guess Arnie never wore high-heeled wellies anyway." Then he sighed and slumped back down as best he could to await whatever was going to happen next. "Stupid fuckin' Schwarzenegger, 'Rambo' was always better..."
The otter found himself alone for hours, until he was beginning to think the bears had forgotten he was even there. As he was resigning himself to studying every scuffmark on the floor and crack in the wall for a second time, he heard the doors push open and the sound of three men singing the melody to "Love And Marriage" wildly off-key. He watched as the three guards strutted into view in vaudeville-style single-file. To his bafflement, all three were now wearing long slick red mackintoshes with insignia on the shoulder, peaked caps and gleaming black rubber boots. All of them were grinning and eyeing him as if they were planning to eat him
The parade continued until they got to his cell door, where the chief unlocked it and all three stepped inside, standing three abreast and striking poses with their arms folded behind their backs. "How you feeling buddy?" the chief asked. "Like the coats? They're kinda formal wear so they don't get pulled out of the closet much, but we thought since we had such a special guest we'd dig 'em out"
"Um... I like them?" Brad replied, not sure he trusted where this was going
The chief grinned. "Damn right you do, princess." He stepped forward, squatting in front of the otter and jabbing him in the chest with a thick finger as he continued, "you fuckin' love this stuff doncha you little pervert?" Brad could smell something familiar on the bear's breath and he realised the chief, and logically the other two, had been finishing off his stash. He wasn't sure if he was glad that they'd just smoked their own evidence, or excited or scared over the effect it seemed to be having on their professionalism
"Answer the fuckin' question," the chief snarled, pushing Brad back against the wall
"Y-yes Sir," he answered, nodding in a panic. The bear showed his teeth gleefully, then turned and nodded to the rabbit who in turn came over with a set of keys and proceeded to unlock Brad's cuffs. The rabbit stroked him under his muzzle as he did so before letting his hand slide down the sleeve of Brad's raincoat, something the otter was sure was either menacing or flirtatious or both. Either way, a moment later the rabbit had grabbed him under his armpit and dragged him shakily to his feet, giving him a distinctly aggressive smile before stepping back to let his chief officer handle their prisoner
The grey bear clearly relished abusing the otter like this, turning and grinning at the brown bear and the rabbit in turn before going back to Brad. "Go on ya little faggot, show us how much you like our gear," he sneered, grabbing Brad's cock through his raincoat, "you were happy t' whip it out last night." Brad's attention was split for a moment as the officer's words reminded him how he got arrested in the first place, but only for a moment as the bear wrangled his stiffening cock free of his mac. "Oh yeah," the bear said with a cruel note, "you LIKE this doncha? You like having three big tough guys rough you up"
"I... may do..." the otter stammered, shivering a little as the chief rubbed his dick roughly. The bear laughed in his face
"Good! Then you're going to be a good little otter bitch and take your punishment huh?"
Brad whimpered and nodded. He was pretty sure he didn't get a choice, but the chief was proving very good at finding his weaknesses. It didn't help him having to keep his eyes from wandering down to where all three officers were very clearly hard under their own raincoats. As his prick was molested, he watched the brown bear walk behind him and felt his arms dragged together, a new set of cuffs quickly slapped on his wrists. He made no attempt to resist. There was a grunted instruction from the brown bear to move and he did as he was told
He walked unsteadily through the station corridors thanks to the high-heeled boots and the cramp in his legs, something that clearly amused the officers. For Brad it was just one more layer of humiliation as he stumbled along, head bowed, cock still bobbing in front of him treacherously. He didn't have the nerve to ask where he was going when the brown bear shepherded him down a flight of stairs into what he figured must be a basement of some kind. All he could think about was how he had to practise walking in heels more often lest he break doing this. Only when they arrived at the end of the corridor and entered a room with a single piece of furniture did he finally speak up
"Christ, you've got stocks?" he said in amazement as he saw the large wooden structure. For a moment he wondered if it was actually meant to be a guillotine, consisting of a bench or table with the restraint for his head and hands at one end. The bear responded by shoving him forward and sending the otter tottering into it, cock slamming painfully against the varnished wooden surface as he fell over onto it. Behind him one of the officers walked up and unlocked the cuffs, deliberately pressing his erection against the otter's arse as he did so. Brad was by now too overpowered to dare looking over his shoulder at him
"This isn't Twenty Questions. Get in place Princess," the officer said, his voice giving him away as the rabbit. The otter in turn obeyed, wheezily climbing onto the table and initially rolling onto his back to put his head and hands into the stocks. Then squealed in pain as the rabbit swatted his already bruised balls. "Get on your stomach," he said bluntly
Brad looked at him for a moment, whimpering at the idea. He didn't know what 'punishment' the officers had in mind but somehow he didn't think he wanted his cock sandwiched between himself and the hard wooden surface during it. But then again the allure of submission was a powerful thing, besides which he was not a little threatened by the rabbit and his colleagues. Without a word of complaint he got up and turned over, getting gingerly into place with a polite "yes Sir", the rabbit smiling and nodding before turning back to the other two
"Good girl," the chief taunted as he and the other bear went over to the table, pulling down the restraint and locking Brad into place. The otter found himself tilting his head up to a view of the chief's tented raincoat. Clearly he was a big guy underneath that gear, the prospect of which was making Brad's mouth dry. "Like the view ya little slut?" the bear asked
"Y-yes Sir," Brad replied. Now he knew he was digging his own grave but he was much too gone to stop. Above him, further than he could tilt his head, he heard amused growling and felt a strong paw on the back of his head
"Well show it some fuckin' respect then! You like my raincoat so much, you can lick my cock through it." The bear shoved the slick red expanse into Brad's face, the otter doing as he was told. He couldn't believe what was going on, his cock throbbing as he licked gladly at the object of his fetishistic dreams and the musky prize underneath. All along he hadn't quite believed they could be wearing nothing underneath, but now he was sure of it. Above him he heard growls of pleasure from the chief
"Having a good time chief?" the rabbit asked, walking around to observe more closely. The grey bear grunted. "Just go get the equipment Lou"
Brad couldn't see much between his position and the expanse of gleaming red mackintosh in front of him, but he could just about make out the rabbit, Lou, nodding and going over to a trunk in the corner of the room. His eyes widened and he stopped licking as he watched Lou open it and lift out what looked like some kind of flogger. Then a sharp slap to the back of his head and the bear's crotch forcefully pressed against his mouth. "I never said to stop licking Princess," the chief snarled
"Sorry Sir," Brad managed to splutter as he returned to his work. He gave a cry of pain into the bear's crotch as he felt another slap, this time on his arse as the brown bear spanked him
"Ah that feels good," the brown bear chuckled, "maybe I'll just use my paws"
"Whatever makes ya happy," the chief replied, moaning slightly. "Damnit I want Princess to lick my boots. Boys drag that trunk over here will ya?"
A moment later Lou and the other bear had done as asked, dropping it underneath Brad's muzzle where the chief of police promptly rested his foot, offering the toe to the otter. "I c'n tell you're a bootlicker as well as a cocksucker," he said, lightly kicking Brad in the nose with his boot, "so get working on it while my boys give you a little discipline"
Brad nodded, sticking his tongue out and starting to lap at the smooth, clean rubber. A moment later he gave another yelp as he felt the brown bear's paw smack his arse again, but immediately buried himself once more in his task. His head was in a whirl, the adrenaline rush of fear, the humiliation and the fulfillment of his fantasies was overwhelming, such that he couldn't imagine anything outside this room and this time. He wished the bear's boots were dirty so he could lick them clean. He wished they were covered in his spunk
More blows came to his arse, some from the brown bear's paws, some from the rabbit's flogger, and with each one he jerked and cried out without letting himself relax from his work licking the chief's wellies. "Yeah, good girl," the grey bear chuckled, kicking him in the nose again before switching boots whilst the other officers laughed and jeered behind him. "Get 'em good and shiny and we'll give you some tasty meat for a treat"
"Mmm, I wouldn't mind giving our pretty girl a good fuck," Lou added, planting a paw on Brad's arse and running it over the smooth material. The otter shuddered, then yelped again as the rabbit slapped him hard once more, then moved his fingers underneath the prisoner's tail. Brad felt him adjusting the opening in his mac around his tail and chuckling, then a finger pressing against his hole. "You know I could fuck her without even taking her raincoat off"
The grey bear laughed. "Think you'd like that Princess?"
Brad nodded, feeling his cock spasming again. "Yes Sir," he replied humbly, kissing the chief's wellies again
"I might get a little of that myself," the brown bear added, which made the chief laugh
"Come and get your boots licked by our pretty girl, Allen, then you can pick which hole you like. Lou, you get on top huh?"
The grey bear stepped back as Allen came around to Brad's end, the otter eyeing his tented mac. "Like the view huh?" the bear sneered. He planted one paw on the back of the otter's head as his other freed his hard cock from his slicker, stroking its length a few times. "You want it up your ass or in your mouth?"
Brad stared at the bear's prick. Behind him the rabbit was climbing onto the table, the otter feeling his weight beginning to press down on him and the rabbit's cock bumping up against his anus. The otter swallowed hard and answered the brown bear, "both, Sir"
The brown bear smirked and stuck his left boot on top of the trunk. "Lick 'em and I'll see which end I decide to fuck"
Brad nodded, sticking his tongue out and starting to lap at the black expanse of rubber. As he was licking he felt the rabbit begin to thrust forward, feeling himself tense up and trying to relax as the lapine cock spread him open. The otter gagged himself on the brown bear's welly, trying to stifle his cries of pain as the officer fucked him, his shifting weight adding to the torment as Brad's cock and balls were pressed hard into the table. He heard the rabbit laugh and grunt at his predicament. "Go on, be as loud as you want Princess, I wanna hear you're feeling your treatment"
Brad obeyed with a sharp yelp, delighting the others. "F-f-fuck, Sir... please hurt me..." He was surprised to hear himself say it even though he wanted it, then his thoughts were cut off sharply as the rabbit obliged, shoving his dick all the way into Brad's innards and laughing again. The brown bear laughed too, switching boots and pushing the abused otter's muzzle down into the rubber once more
"Keep licking 'em, I want my boots shiny before I fuck that mouth of yours"
The chief laughed now, Brad noticing out of the corner of his eye that the grey bear had freed his own dick at last and was stroking himself idly. "Allen, anyone'd think you liked boots as much as our pretty young thing here"
"Hey I could get into it," Allen replied with a chuckle, "at least I'd get some more use outta this raincoat"
The grey bear smirked. Behind Brad, Lou had begun to get into a rhythm, slowly and roughly pulling himself free of the otter before thrusting into him again. Brad's eyes went wider, not just from his buggering but because the chief officer went behind Allen and wrapped his arms around him, one paw finding the brown bear's cock and wrapping his fingers around it. Both bears growled in pleasure as he masturbated his subordinate briefly. "Let's see you get that blowjob Allen, I wanna see our pretty girl's mouth in action"
"Think you can stuff your dick up my ass?" Allen replied lustfully as he removed his boot from the trunk, pushing it to one side to get better access to the otter's mouth, "feels like you're ready for it"
More laughter, the otter's head spinning as the grey bear shuffled about and then, as far as he could see, began to push his cock into the brown bear's rear. Above him the brown bear whimpered in obvious pleasure, the chief's paws moving over his body and back to his stiff dick. "Okay otter, get to work"
Brad didn't argue, opening wide as Allen grabbed the back of his head and thrust his cock in his face. The bearmeat was thick and strong-smelling, the otter having to be careful not to bite it or let the bear choke him with it. No easy feat when the rabbit was still repeatedly crushing his balls with every thrust. He wrapped his tongue around the bear's shaft as best he could as he was mouth-fucked, licking the glans hungrily whenever Allen pulled back far enough and eliciting appreciative moaning. Above him the two bears carried on as one grey paw stroked up and down the slick red expanse whilst the other was now in Allen's raincoat, apparently cupping his balls. From the sound of it the chief was very slowly fucking his subordinate, the two of them taking turns to compliment the otter on being such a good cocksucker
"Mmm, your cock looks good fucking that mouth," the chief said, sounding keen to try the otter out himself. "How you doing Lou?"
"Mmmngh, pretty good chief," the rabbit replied, gathering a little more speed with every thrust into Brad's arse, "our Princess is tight!"
"Maybe she's used to being on top," Allen replied, making the rabbit laugh. "Yeah you're right," the bear continued with a grunted laugh of his own, "maybe she's just picky then"
"Been waiting for three fine upstanding officers of the law to give you a good fuck haven't you bitch?" the chief growled. He couldn't see above Allen's chest, but the otter was imagining the grey bear nuzzling against him as they fucked, which only served to turn him on even more. "You think you'll cum in her mouth or on her face?" the chief asked his subordinate, who laughed again
"Princess is all dressed up for the rain... I wanna see her get wet," the brown bear replied. Brad could make out the satisfaction in the chief's face at those words
"Good choice Allen, shame you can't get it on her mac"
"Plenty..." the brown bear paused to growl, "plenty time for that chief. Jesus, keep fucking me, and squeeze my damn balls, I'm close..."
"That's good, show our little bitch how a real man gets his rocks off!"
With a furious noise the brown bear pulled his cock free of Brad's muzzle, one paw still gripping the back of his head whilst the other grabbed his dick and began pumping it violently as the otter's face was showered in the officer's thick spunk. Instinctively he tried to catch it in his muzzle, wanting to at least taste the bear's seed. He couldn't tell, but he imagined from the growls joining Allen's that the chief must be getting his rocks off too
The rabbit was last to blow, slamming into the otter with the most force yet as he began emptying his balls inside the prisoner. Brad nearly sobbed from the abuse his own balls were taking, but it was a sob of pleasure of his own as he was pushed over the edge, cumming furiously and no doubt making a mess of both his raincoat and the table where his cock was sandwiched
At that moment the otter had never felt more subjugated, loving every second of it of course. He didn't even dare to look up at the brown bear who stepped backwards to admire his handiwork, though it was clear that both Allen and the chief were enjoying the sight. Lou joined them soon enough. "Looks like you did a real number on him," he said with a mocking tone
The chief laughed in turn, hooking his fingers under the abused otter's muzzle and forcing him to look up. "Looks like an improvement to me. How'd you enjoy getting a good fuck off three real men, Princess?"
"Th-thank you Sir," the otter managed humbly, getting more laughter
"Good girl," the chief continued, stroking himself with his free paw, "'cause you're not done yet are you?"
The otter swallowed hard and shook his head. Protesting would've gotten him nowhere even if he didn't secretly want the abuse to continue. He opened wide as the grey bear's once-again hardening cock was presented, letting the chief begin to fuck his muzzle. It was all he could do not to gag as the bear pushed as far as he could go, forcing the otter to deepthroat him
"Oh fuck, you little slut, you really can take it huh?" the bear growled, a little admiration in his voice despite everything. "Allen, you said you were gonna fuck the other end, go to it"
"Aye aye chief!" the brown bear replied, disappearing out of Brad's field of vision. Even as he was bracing himself, since there was no way that bear wouldn't way twice what the rabbit did, the otter could feel his cock getting hard again in turn. He felt the table creak, the bear climbing over him, cock pressing under his tail. Allen's hot breath was on his neck now, the otter imagining the expression he must be making
"Ready to get fucked again?"
"Yeah I think he's ready," the chief said, beginning to hump Brad's mouth rhythmically as his subject did his best to blow him. One hand was on the still spunk-sodden otter's head whilst other was clearly now planted on Lou's ass, the rabbit putting an arm around his commanding officer's shoulder and stroking himself as he watched Brad sucking the chief's cock intently
Allen smirked loudly. "Well if he isn't it's his own fault for breaking the law in the first place. Everyone knows what happens when you drop the soap in jail." With that he dropped his full weight onto the otter, who howled around the chief's prick as he felt Allen's dick, even fatter than the rabbit's, pushing into him. The rabbit's entry was delicate compared to the brown bear, who seemed hell-bent on ploughing him with all the force he could muster. "Jesus Christ, he *is* tight!" the bear cried, making the rabbit laugh
"Hey I told you didn't I? You're lucky I broke him in first or you'd probably split him in half. I know how hard you like to fuck 'em"
"Only when they deserve it," the brown bear sneered, "and this one definitely does"
"Yeah, be greatful Princess," the chief added, "you're getting five star treatment here!"
But for the thick bearmeat gagging him, the otter would have probably agreed eagerly. As terrifying as the ordeal was on one level, his fantasies could never be so vivid or overwhelming as their realisation at the hands of these three was. Allen was practically squeezing the life out of him with every thrust of his cock into the abused otter hole, and it was already hard enough to breathe whilst servicing the grey bear at the same time. He wished he could be the one stroking the rabbit's cock for him, wishing he could serve all three of them at once, but having an appreciative audience was a pleasure nonetheless
"How's he doing chief?" Allen asked in between snarls of pleasure. The grey bear snorted in response, barely looking up from his prisoner's mouth and wide eyes
"Fuck, he's good. Wish he could teach my wife!"
"Aww, you never say that to me," Lou huffed, still stroking himself intently, getting another snort from the chief
"I let you blow me in the first place Lou, that oughtta say something... How's your paw?"
"Getting close chief," the rabbit replied, breath getting heavier, "you know how much I like a good show"
The grey bear rumbled in response to that. "Same here, on both counts. Finish off on my mac huh? No reason Princess should get all the messy fun"
As the rabbit sped up his jerking, the chief pulled the rabbit around to aim at the slick red rubber. If Brad's mouth hadn't been so stuffed he would've gasped as, unmistakably, the chief pulled his subordinate into a french kiss. From that moment things moved quickly as the rabbit climaxed all over the chief's slicker, sending him in turn over the edge as he came in Brad's muzzle, otter whimpering lustfully as he was finally given the meal of his abuser's juice that he'd been desperate for, swallowing hungrily
Allen and otter came almost together, the brown bear slamming home with a fully fledged, primal roar as he started cumming. Brad's second orgasm was no less intense than his first, abused balls dutifully pouring his seed out beneath him as he practically sobbed from the extreme stimulation
Brad could barely register the chief instructing him to lick the rabbit's cream off his mackintosh, or his obeying that order either. He could barely register the stocks being unlocked, but nonetheless struggled up to his feet as the chief bear gave him a hand up and off the table. "Learned your lesson, crook?" he asked the otter, who nodded shakily, then squeaked in surprise as the chief grabbed his tortured cock again. "Somehow I don't think you have," he said wickedly, "maybe a week or so and then we'll say you've paid your dues, huh?"
"Y... yes Sir," the otter replied meekly before a shove at his shoulder sent him staggering forward, only just regaining his balance as the officers led him, tottering more than ever on those high heels, back to his cell and into his cuffed kneeling position once again as if the last two hours or so hadn't happened
"Just so you don't play with your dick whilst we're away," Allen chuckled as he locked the manacles in place. The otter just nodded in acknowledgement, half-wishing they'd left him in the stocks rather than in that awkward pose if they were so concerned about him masturbating
"Nice kid," Lou added with a snort as the officers were leaving. "Tomorrow maybe I'll bring my fishing waders in"
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For the next week Brad found himself 'paying his dues to society' by serving the officers, who in turn were happy to indulge him by dressing up in their impressive waterproofs whenever they'd decided it was time to fuck him in the stocks or up against the wall of the jail cell. He never asked them where the stocks came from or just what, if any, kind of relationship was going on between the officers. If he had any questions at all they were about whether or not he was caught in the midst of a pornographic hallucination, but if he was then he was glad to keep on tripping. He was half-tempted to tell the officers how much more weed he had stashed in his belongings back at the hotel in the hopes of a longer stay - crime in this instance clearly did pay. He decided against that plan since it was good weed, but he did have another plan for after proceedings here were over
~ EPILOGUE: two weeks later ~
In an apartment in New York, Brad was sat in an armchair in his fetish gear, waiting patiently for the nervous, naked donkey in front of him to stop vacillating and put on the outfit the otter had provided
"I'm really not sure about this," the naked donkey said as he eyed the heavy-looking black raincoat and wellies laid out for him
"Larry, shut up and put it on," Brad replied, excercising his rare dominant side. "I just spent a week in jail 'cause of you and Jamie, least you can do is get that mac on and show me what a nice slick little cocksucker you can be"
"Okay, no need to wax lyrical," the donkey said with a sigh. "Is jail pretty bad?"
"In fucking high-heeled boots? I'm lucky I didn't get raped 'cause of you." The otter scowled, having to force himself not to let any incriminating details slip out
"I don't see why J doesn't have to do this too"
"'Cause J's an ugly bitch," Brad snorted, "just think of it as a compliment"
Larry sighed, grabbed the raincoat and wellies off the sidetable and put them on as Brad relaxed, keenly awaiting his friend's muzzle. He wondered to himself what the crimefighting trio might be up to now, and how they might be dressed. He hoped they were getting more use out of those raincoats, and if they weren't, well, part of him was tempted to go back. As Larry knelt down to start sucking him he promised himself he'd pay them a visit sometime, and hopefully this time take enough weed for four
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Dedicated to Kenneth Anger