Road Trip Gone Awry (Part 2)
Miles kept the leash tight and pulled downward so Randall had trouble standing up straight. Randall was surprised to see the building lifeless except for the four of them. This was not good, he thought. Finally they came to a room that looked like a waiting room. There was a desk with a computer and an odd table with a groove cut the middle of one end. Randall wondered what the out of place groove was for.
"Sit" said Miles. Randall immediately sat down on a bench. Miles attached his leash to a metal hook on the side of the bench. The three gathered around the computer for a few minutes. Then they walked out of the room and began talking to each other in the next room. Randall could only hear muffled talking. He looked at the predicament he was in. He was completely naked, handcuffed, gagged, and on a leash with no one around for miles except 3 horny cops. He closed his eyes and bit down on the ball in his mouth. Hopefully he had suffered the brunt of the abuse already. It seemed that Irwin was the main abuser. Miles just liked to be controlling and Millburn didn't seem to be too physical towards him. They were probably just a little rowdy with him because he was from another area or because they had nothing to do in this sleepy town.
Just then the cops all walked in carrying a box and grinning wider than he would have liked to have seen. Millburn was holding a jar of lube.
"Ok coyote, time for your real punishment," said Miles. The box opened and out came a pair of clamps. Miles put the clamps in front of Randall's face, opening and closing them. "You know what these are for? They're for bad coyotes." He moved the clamps so they were touching Randall's nipples. The coyote stiffened. He looked at Miles with pleading eyes and shook his head. "Oh yes, you're going to get it, coyote. Those nipples want it." He moved the clamps around his nipples, touching them tenderly. Randall felt himself getting slightly aroused, but he knew what was coming. The tiger was just playing with him. "There's nothing you do. These nipples are going to get it." The clamps opened. Randall whimpered. Slowly, the tiger closed the clamps, causing more and more pain. Finally, the pain was almost unbearable and the tiger let go. Randall cried out from under his gag. He leaned forward and jerked side to side, but the relentless clamps stayed on.
"There, that's not so bad is it?" The tiger stroked around the clamped nipples and then flicked them causing Randall to whimper again. "You poor coyote, you've never been fucked before. This is your lucky night." He pulled the clamps upward and let them go. "Get up." He commanded with a pull of the leash. Randall was lead over to the table with the groove until he was standing in front of it.
"Spread them"
The tiger pulled Randall's legs apart and handcuffed them to each leg of the table. Then he grabbed the leash and pulled it towards the opposite end of the table. Randall was forced to lean forward until his stomach was touching the table. This caused his nipple clamps to pinch his nipples into different directions. His nipples screamed with pain, but he was helpless do anything. The tiger placed the end of his leash on a hook that was almost too far away. Now he certainly couldn't get up from this position. His eyes clenched shut.
"What's wrong coyote, too much for you? You're being such a good boy though." The tiger lightly caressed his now exposed rump and gave his balls a light smack. The helpless coyote jumped. He now realized what the groove in the table was there for. His cock and balls fit perfectly into it while he was in this position. Unfortunately, he knew he was in the position for a reason. Should he try and fight them? What good would it do? The tiger was huge. He wished he could plea with them to let him go, but the ball in his mouth prevented it. Perhaps he should just be as obedient as possible and hopefully he'd be let go. Just then, he felt a cold wet substance being rubbed on his rectum. Fingers began to penetrate his hole. Another hand pulled his tail up and tied the end of it around his handcuffs with some type of rope. His tight pink rectum was completely exposed now. He struggled slightly, but found it futile. A feeling of dread came over him.
"Any final words, fuck-boy?"
Randall tried to say something, but his pleas were muffled by the ball in his mouth.
"I guess not. Should I go first, Chief?"
"No, Miles are you crazy. Look how tight his ass is, you want to rip it in half?
"You let me go first with the last guy, his ass was just as tight."
"Yeah, but he really had a warrant. Plus he's being really good."
"What are you, Mr. Justice all of a sudden?" Miles said, half angry and half flirtatious.
"No, I just don't want his ass stretched with your monster cock before I get a chance at it. Do I want to fuck a hallway? No. If I wanted to stick my dick in a cavern I'd fuck Rodge."
"hehehe"
"hahaha"
"You think that's funny Rodge? You could fit my dick and Miles' dick in there. Why don't I go first since I'm the chief here.?"
"... fine by me."
"There, you're sweet little ass is all lubed up. You're lucky the Chief likes you, coyote"
"Okay, okay. Enough pep talk," said Millburn.
Randall stiffened as he felt hands clench his waste. Then he felt the wolf's cock touch the outside of his rectum.
"Don't resist me coyote, it'll only make things worse." The wolf pushed his cock hard into the lubed hole until it finally gave way. All at once, Millburn's cock entered the previously virgin hole.
"MMM MMM!" Randall cried out in muffled pain. The pain was incredible. Randall tried to lurch forward, but he couldn't escape the wolf's cock. His nipples once again throbbed with pain and he cried out. Miles and Rodge both laughed.
"It's so tight!"
To Randall's pleasant surprise, Millburn pulled his cock out. Randall relaxed and took a deep breath. The pain had subsided slightly. Once again, however, he felt the cock line up with his hole again and push inward, this time slower. This time, some of the pain was replaced by general discomfort. The young wolf cop made a grunting noise and began moving back and forth with his hands clenched on Randall's waste. Randall moaned loudly.
"Shut up coyote and just take it". The wolf slapped his ass causing the immobilized coyote to let out a muffled yelp. The sensations he was feeling were overwhelming. The feeling of being tied down in this submissive position, having his nipples clamped, his mouth gagged, his hands and tail tied, and in addition to all this his ass filled and violated, were all hitting him at once. As the wolf pounded harder, he started to feel a strange feeling of pleasure amongst the immense pain. He became aware of how every part of his body felt. Even his stomach hitting the wooden table added to the sensation. He felt his dick start to grow into that familiar hardened state. Almost as if the wolf sensed this, he reached under the coyote and started working over his cock as it hung helplessly through the groove. This confused the coyote. Was he slightly enjoying this, or had his mind just turned the pain into pleasure through some defense mechanism? Finally the coyote slowed down and tightened his grip. He moaned loudly.
"Damn, that's a tight ass."
Randall's ass was relieved for the time being. He relaxed slightly until he heard the voice he was dreading.
"Okay coyote, now let's see how much you can take before you break." Miles walked up the bent over coyote and started abusing him. He smacked his ass so hard Randall felt a tears in his eyes. Then he did it a few more times, giving the balls a few slaps as well. Next, he reached under Randall and fingered his clamped nipples, stretching the clamps outwards so his nipples were now pulled to either side. Why was this tiger so evil? Randall didn't think he could take any more abuse. He felt the pressure of the tiger's cock lining up against rectum. Randall whimpered. It felt really big already, and now he was going to have to take this monster all at once.
Suddenly the tiger grabbed the quivering coyote's hips and thrust forward. The cock entered and Randall flailed helplessly on the table. The cock was too much. His ass was burning with pain. He cried out from under his rubber ball and tears streamed his eyes. The tiger immediately started thrusting hard, making growling noises as he finished each long, deep thrust. His nails dug deep into Randall's sides. Then the tiger let out a growl/yell/moan and gave one final deep thrust before abruptly pulling out his cock. Randall felt relief for a minute, then felt something wet and warm hit his stretched rectum. The tiger had came all over the outside of his ass.
"You lubed him up for me, sir." said Rodge.
"Wooh, that was great. What a sweet little ass."
"He dripping all over the floor. Rodge, clean that up."
Randall felt thick warm clumps dripping down his balls. His ass must have looked like a cavern at this point, he thought. Then he felt a strange sensation he never felt before that made his body tingle. A tongue licked his balls and the area around his rectum clean. His cock became hard. Randall guessed Rodge was the submissive one in this group when there wasn't a victim around. He had called Miles "sir", which he hadn't done previously. The licking stopped and Randall felt another pair of hands grab his ass. Once again he felt the now familiar penetration of his ass being filled. This time, there was no pain, just sensation and slight discomfort. He felt his cock growing again. His body stiffened and he became sensitive to every sensation he was feeling. He got more aroused as each thrust hit his prostate. Then suddenly, the dog pulled his cock out of Randall's ass. Randall was a little disappointed yet relieved at the same time. He might have blown his load in another minute or two. Rodge came too fast!
"Okay, let's pull him off of there."
The leash came off the hook and he was hoisted upright. The clamps were removed by too giant striped hands. The hands then began stroking his nipples lightly.
"How do those nipples feel, huh?" One hand went down to his still aroused cock. "You must be enjoying this. Look at this guys, he likes it!" He lightly stroked the coyote's cock. Randall could feel the tiger's cock touching his back. "Do you want a cup of coffee while you enjoy yourself, coyote? Get him some coffee. "
Randall panicked. What were the cops going to do now with hot coffee? He began to twist and shimmy, but Miles held him tight. Millburn brought a hot cup of coffee and placed it in front of him on the table. Randall was surprised to see the wolf completely naked. He had a nice body, thin but muscular. He still had his cop hat on, which Randall thought was kind of absurd.
"You see something you like, coyote?" said Millburn.
"You forgot the cream," said Miles
"Oh yeah, hold up." Millburn grabbed Randall's aroused cock and started stroking it while Miles continued fingering his sore nipples. The helpless coyote stiffened once again. He felt himself began to release and looked down, worried the cops might punish him for making a mess, or poor hot coffee on him. Millburn pulled Randall's cock down so that he came into the coffee cup. Finally his entire load had emptied into the coffee cup.
"Good, good. Now drink up" said Millburn. He lifted the coffee cup up to coyote's mouth. Miles untied his gag. Randall leaned back and closed his mouth.
"Come on coyote, I made this cup for you. You've been so good up until now"
Randall shook his head no. He was sick of succumbing to these cops' sick games.
:"Hold his nose, Miles."
Miles grabbed the coyote's nipples and yanked them hard. Randall let out a yelp and his mouth opened. Millburn quickly poured the cup in and Randall swallowed it down and then nearly threw it back up. Thank dog it was cold coffee.
"See, wasn't that quicker and more effective?"
"Yes, you're a genius. Now get him back into position. We're not done with you yet, coyote. That was practice"
Randall was bent back onto the table. Thankfully, without the nipple clamps, but now he had just came and felt humiliated and used again. He felt the tiger's cock line up with his already stretched ass again and push inward. Randall whimpered. When would this nightmare end? The wolf walked in front of him on the other side of the table and put his hard dick in front of his face.
"Now I'm going to give you something to wash that coffee down. Open your mouth"
Randall did as he was told. He had never tasted a cock before, and this particular cock had just been inside his ass. He gagged and his eyes teared, but the wolf seemed undaunted. "If I even feel one of those sharp teeth on my cock, you're getting a hot coffee enema and I'm ripping your balls off. How does that sound? Now be a good coyote. That's good." The wolf put his hands on Randall's head and moved his cock back and forth, while the tiger fucked him from the other end. Randall laid there passively praying for it all to be over. This continued for awhile, since now the two had both cum and took longer to blow their loads. After they did, Randall was pulled back up into standing position.
"Now don't spit that out until we bring you to your cell. I'm warning you."
The coyote now felt limp and completely worn out. He did as he was told and kept his mouth tightly closed. The three cops walked him to his jail cell which was a room labeled "Special Holdings". There was a bed, a toilet, and a chair. On the ceiling was a hook of some sort. The handcuffs were removed and Randall was pushed into the room. He immediately spit into the sink and washed his mouth out. It felt great finally being able to move his hands. He was completely naked still, except for the collar that was left on his neck. His rectum felt stretched and was still sticky with lube and cum. It was going to be a long night of washing.