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"Unit thirty-two, do you copy?"

"This is unit thirty-two."

"Could you respond to a 10-92 at hilltop Motel?"

"On my way."

They didn't need to set the sirens, because it was a rather ordinary case. When the car arrived to the shady motel, the driver opened the door to step out and stand in front of a motorbike parked out of place. Before he could write a fine, someone who had the curtains of their room pulled hurried up to unlock the door and step out.

"Is this bike yours?"

"Yes, officer."

The man who spoke was a large crocodile, and didn't seem to have a lot of clothes on him for some reason, although in a motel of that caliber, seeing people wearing no more than a pair of pants was the normal.

"Well, if you don't want me to take it away, move it elsewhere. It's blocking the fire exit of this place." With a nod, the crocodile went back inside his room to find his keys, though it took him a bit longer than it should have. Upon his return, he sat down on the Harley Softail to find another parking slot, always under the eyes of that cop that kept watching him until he pretty much left out of sight.

If the motel had more room for cars and bikes, maybe he wouldn't have parked there. But alas, he didn't get more than a warning from the officer and was able to find a new parking spot a couple streets away.

On his way back to the room, he checked the road to see that the cops already left. Then slowly opened the door and turned on the lights.

"Alright, they are gone."

"Should have let them check out the room, make it a party in here!"

"Shut up."

The one speaking was a raccoon with both his arms and legs tied up, and looking rather docile while he was laying there but most likely didn't end up bounded by choice. His long, bushy tail slightly curled up, and then turned toward the reptile trying to sit up on the mattress by shifting like a snake until his feet were off the edge of the bed. But as soon as he made it, he was pushed back, ass exposed for a brief moment before lying down on his side again, feet now closer to the side of the bed but without having a chance to do much. He still made a few pointless attempts to see if he could loosen up that tight knot by turning and pulling his wrists apart, but the crocodile apparently was really good tying knots. At least the ropes didn't feel too uncomfortable... they just stopped him from going anywhere.

"It's been two days. You gonna be a gentleman and let me out of these?" The raccoon asked as if that had gotten him anywhere before.

"I told yah the first day I caught yah tryin' t' steal my wallet. Yah are not goin' anywhere."

"Worth a try."

All door locks were pulled and the large crocodile glanced out of the window behind the curtains, then turned back to the bound thief on the middle of that double bed and moved right atop him, grabbing him by the chin to lift it up toward the headrest.

It had to be a situation the raccoon was used to, because his expression didn't show fear or distress. There was still a sly grin on his face, like he knew what was going to happen and waited for it. In two days with the brute, he had been fucked, forced to choke on a rather fat dick and, maybe not worst of all, take a bath with the male's piss. What was the worst that could happen now? If any of these things were going to happen again, he would still enjoy them, because he was a slut to either those that paid and to those that caught him. Not the kind of slut that would beg for it either, but rather the reluctant type at first.

With the crocodile's strength, it was easy to lift the raccoon up and manhandle him, but he wanted to give him a stretch. Placing both of the thief's plantigrade feet right against his chest, he removed his pants without shifting much on the mattress, and had that crimson dick ready again for the male. His body pushed forward, forcing the raccoon to bend both of the tied up legs in the same direction, until his ass was exposed and soon with that length finding its way inside the opening.

At first, the raccoon offered some playful resistance, trying to push the much larger male back with his feet but unable to overpower him, he gave in soon.

"Aah... why does it still feel so fucking big?"

Thankfully, it didn't take him as long to get used to the feeling as it had the first time, and soon he was curling his toes, with his head tossed back. But it got even more difficult when the crocodile decided that was time to get serious and shoved that dick deep in his guts.

Starting with a slow thrusting, aware that he was big enough to either make someone feel good or the opposite, he managed to get the raccoon rock hard almost immediately so he was doing things right. The thief groaned, almost grinding his hips back while his own dick oozed some pre onto his stomach, jets splattering against his fur, which was clean only because he was forced to take a shower a few hours ago.

Whether he had been turned into a personal slut for the crocodile or at least a good fuck, he wasn't thinking that. Heck, he wasn't thinking straight at all. The thrusts got deeper and he kept pushing against the reptile's chest with his feet as much as the bindings let him. It was still no use. The crocodile didn't stop and he was desperately trying to find a way not to moan, because that would be giving away his enjoyment.

Something quick didn't mean that he would be resting for a while later. This crocodile had a lot of stamina despite his obvious age. His bushy, ringed tail laid flat down, rubbing against the reptile's ankle while he was being mercilessly fucked, and the worst part was that it had been going for quite a while during the last couple days. He wasn't sure how much more use his ass could get, but it was also unfortunate that the crocodile seemed to enjoy his species so much because he mentioned it verbally a few times before.

For better or worse, that clenching finally pushed the crocodile over the edge, and the sounds of those hips slamming right against the raccoon's ass were different. They changed from dry to wet noises. It was obvious that the larger male had, once more, filled up that ass with cum because was something he could feel and smell too.

Feeling used, and the reptile finishing with him, he was dropped back down onto the bed, his ass leaking that cum that marked him.

Even if it ultimately wasn't so bad, the fun would end when the crocodile would just leave him locked in that room or someone caught him for kidnapping a raccoon... although it's no crime to steal from a thief, right?