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Negotiating With a Cock

The chains rattled, his hands bound above his head and attached to the wall. He was shivering, breaths coming out in puff clouds due to the cold. It was humiliating to him, the master raccoon thief, Sly Cooper. His tail lay limp between his legs, being forced into sitting against the wall but also curving of his back. His gray fur was on display entirely, the black stripes of his tail offsetting the monotone color. He had been stripped of everything once he came here, not even keeping his Nude Fur brand pants. There wasn't much light as it was down here in the cold, metallic cell.

The thief had been defeated by his current enemy, General Tsao. Tsao was a rooster, the feathers being pure white with yellow scaled feet. Purple ringed the bloodshot eyes of the general, framed by his angular eyebrows. His beak had a mustache and a beard protruding from it. The avian wore ceremonial armor, gold banded over a purple tunic and held by a sash. Metal covered a hand with his signature bladed shield protecting the other. Red crest was pulled through a helmet and tail swished in the air regardless of wind. Sly was pretty sure the general also used the Nude Fur. Murray by far did as well.

There was a clank sound, the door unlocking it seemed as it was pushed open. The raccoon had to turn his head from the intense light of the hallway, eyes closed a bit. He heard a dry chuckling and knew exactly who it was with him in the cell.

"My, my. It would appear I had been correct. Besting the great Sly Cooper in one on one combat."

Sly was able to look towards the shadowed figure, eyes lidded. After the last couple of hours, the light was a bit hurtful. The raccoon tensed, chains again rattling. It didn't do anything more than earn another chuckle.

"Not use to this, I would take." A hand stroked over the thief's chest, making him let out a shaky breath and letting his teeth chatter some. The feathered hand was warm and it felt overly nice. He didn't want to, but he tried to press himself against the hand more, much to Tsao's enjoyment.

"Cold? I have to say my room is quite warm with the fire going."

Even in his hazy minded state, Sly's thought latched onto the fire part. If there was a fire, there was a chimney. And that meant a way out of here. There was no way he'd be let into the general's chambers for no reason. Only one stood out and it made the raccoon flush, feeling a stirring in himself that both excited and scared him. With chattering teeth, he spoke up, trying to play at the avian's egotistical way.

"P-please..." breath was frosty, the words soft and a bit hoarse.

"Please?"

"N-need warmth. A-anything."

An arched eyebrow, teasing grin at the beak. "Why would I do that?"

Sly had to look away, in embarrassment as well as effect. "M-men have u-urges..."

An awkward silence sprung up. The thief's ears pinned back, his face red. It felt like an eternity before the avian stood and walked away, murmuring to the guards. Sly couldn't lock his jaw, teeth forced to chatter as the air continued to puff. Snow filtered in from the window as the door closed again. His thoughts drifted back to the fight, how he had fought against the rooster. It was stupid, how the dark magic hands had touched him, caressing his fur, how it had made him jump back right into a bunch of them. Grasping at him tightly, the general had left his cane and the laptop, claiming Sly as his prize instead. Time ticked by slowly, Sly failing to get any comfort on the stone ground and metal wall. Soon, though, the door was opened again, once more blinding the thief.

His arms grabbed, he heard the chains bang against the wall. Dragged to his feet, a collar was placed around his neck, a leather lead on it as his hands were bound together still. His eyes cleared to show the tiger guards in uniform, one grinning as he tugged on the leash. Face flushed again at the humiliation of the situation, he was dragged along with the other guard tailing behind him. His shame was even more pronounced as there was cat calling while he was paraded through the halls and upstairs. He felt a hand grabbing his ass, making him tense as the tiger behind him squeezed. Shuddering, he felt want and dislike. It felt like forever before he was before an ornate door, opening to reveal a lavish room. A smack to his ass made him jump forwards, the door closing behind him.

A four poster bed stood against the wall, curtains made of silk draped lazily over the sides. A windowed door leading to a balcony showed off the snowy moonlit night. There was no way to use that for escape, too many guards along with the drop. It made him shiver. His eyes were drawn over to the fireplace, a roaring flame going and warming the raccoon even from here. Taking a few tentative steps towards it over the plush carpet under his feet, he heard a cough from the corner of the room. Spinning past the bookshelf, he came upon a sight he wasn't fully prepared for.

General Tsao sat in a chair, cushioned and made of wood. His upper body showed off, a scar running over one of his pecs above a perk pink nipple. Muscled body showed his work, abs showing a trail of purple leading down below the table's edge. A cover over the table stopped him from seeing more, but the tunic and armor in the other chair along with a white Nude Fur bottoms was enough for the raccoon to flush deeply. Here he was, naked and leashed in front of his enemy, who was himself completely naked. An arched eyebrow brought his attention to the general's face.

"Come to me."

Sly hesitated a little, trying and failing to cover his hanging dick and balls. The gray skin of both were crowned by black pubic fur, coarse and thick. Moving towards the avian, he stood on the other side of the table. The rooster poured what looked like wine into a cup and pushed it across the table. Sly looked at it dubiously, before gazing up at the general's face again. A small smile parted the beak.

"You were cold. Drink. It'll warm you."

The thief took the drink. He sniffed it, smelling only the alcohol and the light fruity scent. Bringing it up, he drank from it, feeling it burn down his throat. Once it was empty, Sly sat the cup back down. A hand reached over and grabbed the leash, pulling him closer to the general. Flush in his face, he saw the rooster stand, keeping his eyes at the other's upper half. It felt hot, hotter than it should.

"I knew what you were trying to do, Sly Cooper."

The raccoon started to pant, feeling hot even as he stood naked. It seemed like he was burning up, starting to sweat. He felt blood rushing directly between his legs, firming up as his gaze wavered. Another tug brought him to have his hands press against the muscular chest of the rooster in front of him. Tsao looked down into his eyes, Sly feeling himself throbbing as the general smirked and brought his head forward. The thief shuddered as his lips met the beak, the rooster's tongue shoving into his mouth and exploring it. Sly began to feel light headed even with trying to breath through his nose before the general pulled back, grinning. With a finger on his nose, the raccoon's gaze was lowered to see Tsao's white length, the pink head oozing. His eyes widened at the size, thick and long, crowned by purple at the base. Ears pinned back, he brought his gaze back up to the slightly sadistic grin of the general.

"That hot feeling, that need, is the poison of an aphrodisiac. No scheming for you, little raccoon. Tonight, you are mine."

The drug in his body was circulating, keeping him in a state of heat from sweat and need. Even so, he was nervous, if not a little scared. He hadn't experienced much with other guys and Tsao was quite large. The thief wasn't given much of a chance to think as the rooster's hand on his shoulder forced him down. His nose was in front of the general's dick, it twitching and oozing a drop of pre again. Eyes flicked up to Tsao's beaked face, seeing the smug look before looking back at the length. His bound hands came up, grasping the base as the raccoon pressed his lips against the cock. The taste was earthy and salty, something that wasn't too pleasant to the still new to the bi side thief. He really needed more practice, maybe he'd end up enjoying it more.

Slowly, his lips parted to accept the general's cock into his muzzle. Pre leaked onto his tongue, the salty taste increasing. The raccoon gagged it down, descending onto the meat in front of his face. The hissing from Tsao was enough to know he was enjoying it, being sensitive even. A hand rested on Sly's head before it pushed him backwards. The head nearly slip from his muzzle before he was forced even further onto the dick. His eyes watered a bit as his jaw ached, taking more than he had before. Working his tongue underneath, he also sucked on the meat to please the rooster. His own length throbbed, while his hands lightly tugged at the base of the shaft. Bobbing back and forth, he applied ample saliva and pre as he swallowed when he had to.

After a few minutes, the master thief felt the Tsao's other hand on his head. When he moved up to the head and started back down, he felt the hands push against the back of his head and forced the entire length into his mouth. The raccoon's eyes widened, gagging and retching before the hands were gone and he pulled off fast. He gasped, hacking between intakes of air, spittle flying from mouth and dripping. The general's hand went down to stroke the white cock, smearing the spit and pre more. Sly looked up at the sadistic grin on the rooster's beak, feeling a fool already and things were just starting. Reaching down, Tsao grabbed the collar and drug the thief up to his feet, taking the leash and tugging on it. The bed was the destination, the general getting on his back, raised on his elbows to look down at the still standing raccoon.

"Ride."

That one word sent a jolt through Sly's body. On the one hand, he was appalled at Tsao's ruthlessness and depravity. On the other, he was incredibly aroused and wanted nothing more than to do so. He was burning for more, crawling up the bed, leaving a trail of licks and kisses up the general's chest. Face flushed, the raccoon slid up all the way before pressing back against the length on his ass. The rooster's hands grabbed his rump, kneading it as Sly humped lightly back and forth. Bound hands were giving him trouble, having to speak in a slurred, raspy voice.

"Hhhelp."

Tsao smirked, the thief pushed up by one of the hands. The other snaked between Sly's legs to grab the erection and stand it.

"Sit."

Needing no further instruction, the raccoon moved his body into position. Sliding his ass along the general's cock head, he heard the pleased murmuring of the rooster as the thief tried to find his opening with the probe. Locating it, Sly bit his lower lip as he started to sink on it. He gasped, back arching and tail thrashing as the head popped into his tailhole. Gaze drifting up to the general's, he saw the pleased look there. Keeping his eyes on the expression, the raccoon slid further down, wincing at the stinging in his backside as he did so. Halfway down he paused to adjust. A click sounds from Tsao's beak as hands grab onto the thief's hips. Sly realizes a second too late what is about to happen as the rooster shoves the raccoon down to the base. Entire body tensing and freezing, Sly lets out a cry as black encroaches his vision. Pain flared under his tail base, feeling like he was being split in two by the general's massive erection. At least the rooster was allowing the raccoon to adjust. Or so the thief thought as his blurred vision came back, seeing through the watery orbs to the gritting beak of Tsao holding back his desire to breed.

Sly rested on the rooster's groin, pubes tickling his balls. His whole body was on fire, even with the painful entry he was hard as rock. Panting heavily still, pre oozed out of his dick as the thief shifted forward and used his bound hands to prop himself up. The feathered, hard chest under him moved up and down with every breath and the raccoon couldn't hold back his admiration. Even as enemies, there was beauty to Tsao he would never admit to anyone. Maybe it was only the drug but it didn't matter. Especially when the general's hips started to pull out of the tight confines and push back in.

It was small movements, yet electricity raced through the thief as he shuddered. Clearly, his senses were stimulated as well. A low growl brought Sly back to the situation.

"Ride."

Adjusting his legs, the raccoon did as he was bid. Rising, he felt an emptiness he was not familiar with much. At the head, he lowered himself a bit easily to not only give his ass a break but the feeling of being filled was a tremendous one. Pre drizzled into the purple feathers under the raccoon, more seeming to leak from under his tail. The rooster must be pent up. It didn't matter, it truly helped ease the ride up and down the monster of a cock. Licking his dry lips, Sly noticed that he could get to one of the general's nipples if he leaned forward more. A grin etched it's way onto his parted muzzle as he shifted forwardd more, taking said pink nub and suckling on it. He heard a hissing as well as hands on his ass. Tsao pumped his hips into the raccoon's firm backside as the thief worked on teasing the nub more.

After switching to the other nipple for a small amount of time, Sly sat back up, riding harder on the shaft under his tail. The pain had passed at this point, his body a shuddering mass of tension now. Even without hands, he was painfully needing of release, feeling it growing a little in his gut. It would take a bit more before he was ready to blow and doubted the general would last that long. Having the whole of the cock used was a great pleasure to any male and urged climax more it felt. It was with some surprise that Tsao slid his cock out with a slurping sound. Confused, Sly was startled as he was turned over onto his back with the general looming over him.

"I'm not done with you yet." The rooster sat back, his shaft bobbing with desire. "You're nimble, right? Then why don't we try something fun?"

The thief shivered at those last few words. Tsao grabbed the raccoon's legs and lifted them. He kept going, making the raccoon realize exactly what the general was implying. His dick was now in front of his nose and the already sex filled air was now more potent. Sly wasn't going to get out of this one as the rooster guided the shaft to his lips. It didn't really matter though, with the desire running through him. Eagerly, his muzzle parted to let him in. The general only watched as the thief started to bob and suckle on his own length. It was only half but he was able to do it just fine.

Tsao had moved around to watch, slowly pleasing himself so the raccoon noticed when he looked. It was kind of a turn on, seeing someone jacking off while watching him. Sly's dry mouth was quickly returning to moist as pre kept him swallowing. Movement made the raccoon look at the rooster again, who had moved between the thief's legs. When Tsao placed his cock back at the slightly gaped tailhole of the raccoon, Sly felt his eyes widen. With a single, hard thrust the general was fully hilted back inside of the thief. Sly hilted inside of his own muzzle, making him choke. Spittle coated his muzzle and tears stung his eyes as his nose was met with his musky balls. He couldn't breathe until Tsao pulled back. The ache of the forced position subsided a bit as well, letting the thief take in precious air before it was replaced with his own smell again. More ready, the raccoon was forced into swallowing the dick as his insides were spread apart again by the general.

Even the discomfort of bending like this wasn't overwriting the need in Sly. The fire in his gut was getting ever hotter, pushed along by both the rooster's cock and his own muzzle wrapped around his shaft. He had started to slip his tongue around the member, as it was already being bobbed by the general's own powerful thrusts. To keep from both choking and what seemed like drowning in his own saliva and pre, he kept swallowing and breathing whenever he could. His head was lighter than ever as he felt his own balls tighten up against his body. There was no helping it. The thief was about to finish.

It seemed Tsao was nearing as well, since the rooster was driving with wild ambition, sweat soaking his feathers. Adjusting the angle only slightly sent waves of pleasure wracking through the raccoon and it became too much. Black clouded the thief's eyes completely as he released into his own maw. Every spasming jerk of his dick was accompanied by his throat working on its own it felt, swallowing the thick, hot cum and helping to milk the shaft. The one in his rump helped as he clenched around it repeatedly too and prolonged his state of numb bliss. Tsao seemed to finish at that point, since Sly heard a strange noise come from the general and could feel his already burning insides get painted with ropes of creamy rooster seed.

The two stayed as they were, the raccoon suckling on his own used length still. His balls were empty but his mind was still trying to be glued back together from the mind shattering he'd just gotten. His vision came back to him slowly as he felt liquid drip down onto his tail base. Sly almost felt bloated by what must have been Tsao's load. Eyes moving upwards, he saw the smug, if tired, grin on the rooster's face. A finger caressed over the raccoon's jawline, making Sly recall the leash and bounds. In the heat of the moment, it became inconsequential. As if reading his mind, the general grabbed the collar and forced the thief more onto his dick, leaning down to speak.

"Well, well, seems you may have use to me after all..."

The voice was a bit hoarse, heaving breathing punctuating it all. A shiver ran down the raccoon's spine, face flushing as his mind thought of all sort of different ways of being used by Tsao with bounds and leashes. Whether it was the drug or his own dark fantasies, Sly wasn't sure and didn't know if he wanted to find out. His mind was distracted as the rooster pulled himself from the used thief, Sly feeling very empty compared to before while more seed ran down his rump and balls. A whine came from his muzzle, making Tsao chuckle.

"Seems you enjoyed yourself, Sly Cooper."

No denying that, with both ends full of cum. Finally able to stretch himself out, the raccoon took his chance. Dick came out of his muzzle more white and wet as he just laid there panting. Now that he was like that, he realized how tired he truly was. Seemed the rooster was the same, as Tsao laid on his side and bodily positioned Sly to spoon with. The thief couldn't deny, wrapped in the beefy arms of the general, surrounded by warmth and his rump aching from being used, he felt a strange happiness fill him. It wasn't long before he passed.

It was with a start that Sly came back to the world. His mind was foggy as he sat up and looked around. The lush room was there, if only lit by moonlight now. His eyes went to the fireplace immediately afterwards to see it had died down during his rest. Looking back, the raccoon saw Tsao sprawled out on the bed, still very naked and asleep. Swallowing the dryness in his mouth, the thief used his skills to get off the bed and make his way to the fireplace. Peering up through the bottom, he saw it was fully opened. Luck was with him it seemed as Sly began his slow climb to freedom, his usual talents lacking with both his hands bound and his ass aching. He'd have a hell of a lot of explaining to do when he got back, being naked and seed smeared on his ass. Yet, knowing that the rooster was going to be taken down kind of depressed the thief. Maybe when things had cooled off some, he could convince the general to change his ways. Not only would he prove a valuable ally, Sly had to bite his lip to keep from getting too excited by the prospect of another round with Tsao.