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What was he doing here? Trystan wondered as he stared at the mirror across the room. Two hours ago he was running late to class and passed the traffic light, now he was held in this stupid police station. For two hours without his backpack, his cellphone, just a metal table, an aluminium chair and the annoying buzz of a fluorescent lamp. No windows in or out, just a metal walls and a metal door locked shut from the outside. He tried to open it an hour ago but found out he was trapped inside this stupid questioning room. And there was no vents around for air either, no flow in or out. It was unreasonable torture at this point, and no one had even come in to check up on their captive or offer him water.

Did they think they'd find his stash? It was foolish of the russet fox to deal in them, but his classmates always knew who to go to for an extra performance boost for those all-nighters. Not sexually of course, but rather academically. Some custom pharmaceuticals made by a rather shady doctor who was a friend of a friend of a friend. It wasn't cheap to get the stuff third hand, but the profit margins to be made it quick and easy to market on campus. They weren't even supposedly made for students at a half a grand a pop, but certainly Trystan accepted a dirty blowjob or two in a bathroom stall as payment for his pills. Guys or girls, it didn't matter, the young man's libido was pretty keen on getting any action that was thrown at him, it was undoubtedly part of being a fox. And of course his best customers knew just how to bend over and let the fox ride them until he came into a tight hole.

It didn't help that Trystan was actually good-looking. A fit lanky build with some feminine curves from his foxblood, but just enough muscle tone to suggest he was pretty decent at track and field beneath his warm flame fur. The goods were also decent, seven inches of pink rocket which almost always seemed to peek out of its pocket, a nice baseball knot with a pair of dangling jewels swung between his shapely thighs. A cute charm attributable to his vixen nature. A cocky grin with irresistible dimples, a smiling muzzle which pulled itself from those soft furry cheeks. Bumps forming mischievous brows and a twinkle of playful fun in those seafoam blue eyes which glittered and sparkled under the room's bright light. Triangular ears which twitched and wiggled in an attempt to pick up the sounds around him, the glinting steel-barbell piercings that studded his ears flashing through the other side of the mirror where his captors surely waited for him to break.

How long would they keep him here? The fox drummed his paws idly on the steel table, wondering why they were taking so long, processing a traffic violation. He was a smart fox, having stored his stash rather quickly before he was pulled over. Nope, they would never find it, Trystan was sure of it, so go on and search his car all they want, but he'd really rather being on campus fucking a total bimbo babe or meathead jock on the verge of failing. There was something Trystan found absolutely intoxicating in sinking his meatrod down some dumb girl's throat and watching her eyes speak for her busy mouth. And watching a burlier guy bend over and take it up his ass for a smaller fox? Well that was the icing on the cake, or rather the cum on the beefcake. Yeah, Jake the wolf, captain of the football team, body of a greek god and nine inches hanging, but no longer an anal virgin after Trystan helped him out with those exams last semester. Worth it to hear the stud squeal like a bitch in heat.

Just thinking about his next fuck with his wolf pup was getting fox hot. His paws shifting from the table to slip under his pants, feeling the pink tip poking through and pointing at his winning grin. Whoever was behind the one-way mirror couldn't see his actions underneath the table could they? The table from would obscure the view right? Trystan thought to himself as his eyes scrutinized the mirror gazing at his own horny reflection. Well, he had waited his long, and they have came in yet to fetch him, maybe they forgot about him, maybe there was no one behind the mirror at all.

A few strokes. Just a few to take the edge off. Slowly the fox's paws rubbed at his balls, fingertips drawing them with soft caresses. They were full, ready and eager to release into Jake's open maw. Kneeling down with those pitiful eyes trying to swallow his pride for Trystan's viewing pleasure as the fox imagined it so. His slutty wolf pup's lips sucking on those firm orbs, licking them with that tongue like the good bitch the former jock was.Yes, those thoughts only excited the lust-filled fox more as Trystan swallowed his dry throat. Saliva already pool beneath his tongue with his hidden strokes beneath the table.

Such dirty thoughts, flashing through his mind as the boy closed his eyes imagining Jake's warm breath on his growing shaft, coming out in his grasp with every tug until all seven inches were proudly revealed from his fuzzy sheath. The cold metal was something different to his pointed tip, a sensation different than the heat of a mouth he fantasized about fucking. A shudder broke his fantasy as the steel chilled his cock, and yet to stop now would be impossible. Trystan felt his need, his loins needy and the shaft held in his paw throbbing with every racing heartbeat.

His gaze flickered towards the door, no one was coming. His ears flicked about for any hint of someone coming to the door. No one was coming. His nose sniffed the air, but it was too thick with the scent of his own arousal, spilling over his slick paw. No one was coming, so maybe he should relax a bit. Yes, no one was even watching, no one knew he was here. And it would be so much better to get his cock out from under the table and jack off to the thoughts of watching the Jake's firm ass being bent over for him.

Oh yes, a thousand times yes, hesitant strokes were fueled with lust and need turning them faster and faster with every rush and thrill. Eyes closed and hips bucking into his own paw, head nodding along for the ride as he inhaled his own scent with every panting breath. What ecstasy was this only made even dirtier by doing it here of all places? Taking his bitch down to the police station and fucking his boipussy raw on the table. Fuck yes. Take it like the bitch you are Jake. The thoughts in Trystan's head taunting the imaginary pup as fantasy overpowered reality at last.

Rising from his chair and openly pawing his wet and dripping member, vigorously stroking his erection as he pistoned in and out of his own paw. Stifling the moans of pleasure he would have made by biting into his lower lip. Somewhere in his haze of heat, he knew he was still in a police station and that any noise he made would probably attract unwanted attention. But he was so close! So damn close as his other paw began to fondle his aching balls. He had one hell of load to shoot, his paws eagerly milking his pink manhood up and down in a mad rush to finish.The seven inches of flesh throbbing with as the veins were pressed down by a tight squeeze, so close to the edge of finishing. He just had to finish Jake off, the final kiss of humiliation playing in his mind.

Do you like that bitch? That's right moan as my balls slap your gay pouch. Fucking yes, just a little bit more and Trystan would do it. His heavy kitmakers would pump out his seed, all across the metal table, yeah fuck the police, they could clean it up. Come on Jake, moan for your master, make your big bad fox cum hard in your sissy ass. Louder bitch, tell me how good my shaft feels up your boipussy. Fuck yes Jake you little slut, you sure you wanna get an A? A whore like you looks pretty happy taking a big fat D right now...

"What do you think you're doing Boy."

The fox's eyes snapped open. His body froze as his ass clenched and spine shuddered. Caught on the verge of his orgasm, the pressure backed up as his grip squeezed just above his knot hard. Trystan's eyes flicked in bewilderment to the open door, his mind being dragged back into the cold reality like a bucket of ice water being thrown at his horny self. No, no, no! His stiffness engorged with blood and throbbing away weakly in his hands, an orgasm lost to an untimely interruption. Frustration and fear gripped him as his eyes widened to see the officer standing in front of the door frame.

The black jackal's voice was authoritative without equal, it was not even a question but a statement. His face cut from stone, handsome but intense as those silver eyes seemed to stare a hole right into Trystan's chest. And if the man's face was carved from stone, so too was the rest of his body. The policeman's uniform looked like it barely contained the six-seven slab of canine, every bit of muscle stretching the fabric taut against his body. The shiny sterling silver badge on his chest stated plainly this specimen of physicality was the captain. And what a captain he was, his musk and presence quickly overpowered the fox's senses as he recovered from his temporary shock and daze. If Trystan thought he was such a stud for being able to go claim Jake's ass, well, this jackal was a god.

Fine black fur making no such impression that the jackal was any less impressive than he was, towering over the caught vixen as he entered the doorway. Fierce eyes locked in a scowl as a someone may look down upon an filthy cockroach and find it simply disgusting. Long ears pointed up at the sky ever vigilant to the subconscious whimpers escaping the fox's quivering lips with the approach of the officer. A chest which filled his uniform as those broad shoulders gave way to a set of veiny arms crossed in disapproval. Not quite a bodybuilder, but definitely even more buff than Jake, and there was no way this jackal would bend over for Trystan. Whatever the blue fabric concealed, imagined only as a killer set of abs and lats, a perfect pelvic region which drew the fox's eyes shamefully past the toolbelt around his waist to the officer's crotch. Only his imagination could see through the veil, wondering just how much heat the officer was packing below his belt. No, he, he wasn't thinking about it was he? But then again he was a fox...

"Something wrong Captain Khenmu? That one giving you trouble?" A voice from down the open hallway asked the Anubian Jackal.

"No. I'll take this one myself." The ominous reply as the steel door slammed shut.

Once again Trystan gulped as his throat went dry.