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The Cooper Method By Chineseshell

Warning this story contains sex between two males. If you don't like then don't read! I do not own the characters in this story. All rights reserved to Sucker Punch.

Sly Cooper jumped out the back doors of his team's van with his cane in hand. He was making his first stealthy approach on Raleigh's territory. The area was drizzling and dreary due to Raleigh's storm machine making it rain 24/7 which caused several ships to crash. You wouldn't be able to tell the time of day just by looking at the sky. The pale clouds made sure of this. But it was definitely night. A good thief always did his best work at night. Sly looked around at the half sunken ships that lay in the almost gray water as he made his way through a tunnel in the stone wall before him. Once on the other end, Bentley gave him his objectives while Sly checked out the area with his binocucom. (Which are high tech binoculars for those who didn't know) Sly half listened to Bentley go on about the possible being impossible while he looked for a way around a large imposing gate that was blocking his only way to his next objective. Just then he spotted a ladder to his left and a rope that would conveniently take him over the gate and onto a large mass of rock with a grassy cover to his right. Bingo. Never one for the direct approach, Sly chose the rope on his right.

The view on top of the large rock was great! Sly took out his binocucom again to scope out his surroundings. There were a couple of search lights but the rock he was standing on top of took him right past those so he didn't have to worry. Up ahead was the first guard Sly spotted. He was a bulky brown walrus with two large sharp tusks that gave him a fierce appearance. Unlike regular walruses, whose tusks tend to appear on either side of their muzzle, his jutted down from the front of his mouth. The guy looked like he was in his mid-30s. He was bald like your typical walrus but showed no signs of a mustache. The only signs of whiskers he showed were the black spots where they had previously been on his cheeks. Sly wondered if the guy shaved them regularly. Around his beefy chest he wore a red shirt tucked into his blue shorts. Over the red shirt, he wore a stunning jet black leather jacket. It really showed off his broad arms and shoulders. On each cuff were two gold buttons. He wore a black pouch to his right that was connected to a leather strap hanging on his left shoulder. Inside the pouch were large, thick, yellow throwing stars. Sly couldn't tell what the stars were made of but they looked heavy and menacingly sharp. He assumed the fingerless gloves the walrus wore around his big paws were more than just a fashion statement. He'd hate to have those stars thrown into his hide. The hot guy stood there aimlessly tossing one of the stars up and down as if it weighed nothing looking almost bored. The light hanging from the stone entrance he was guarding showed off his bulky body in great detail. Sly let his binocucom drop down to the walrus's shorts where he spotted a noticeable bulge in the front just under his brown belt. Sly licked his lips.

"I could easily just knock the guy out and be on my way but..." Sly thought, swishing his tail back and forth. "Where would be the fun in that?" he continued mischievously.

Sly shutdown his binocucom cutting off all visual and audio for Bentley. That annoying turtle would just get in the way and try to ruin Sly's fun. He then placed the binocucom back in his red pack and left it on the rock to be retrieved later. Jumping down, Sly sneaked behind a stone pillar sculpted into the shape of Raleigh's head. He was just about to confront the guard when WHOOOOSH! A large yellow star cut clean through the stone toad's head and almost took Sly's with it. Sly quickly jumped out of the way barely avoiding a second star.

"Hold it! I come in peace!" Sly shouted.

This barely caught the guard's attention as he stopped in mid-throw just on his third. The walrus looked the small raccoon over contemplating on finishing what his right arm started before finally lowering it much to Sly's relief. He did however keep the star out just in case.

"What are you doing here runt? Can't you read? The signs say "KEEP OUT" " said the walrus giving the little raccoon an annoyed, menacing look.

The unusual sharp teeth behind his even sharper tusks only added to his fierce countenance. Sly gulped wondering if this was such a good idea.

"You looked a little bored so I thought I'd drop by and keep you company" Sly nervously said.

"That wasn't too smart of ya boy spying on me like that. I almost dropped you!" said the walrus still not letting his guard down.

He did notice though the little pink tip peeking out of the sheath of the pantsless raccoon. The guard smirked to himself. His horoscope did say he'd have an interesting encounter today. He decided to play along for now. "Besides," the walrus started up.

"Why would I want any company from the likes of you?" he stated as he placed the throwing star back into his pouch and folded his arms.

Sly dropped his cane on the ground as an attempt to put the guard at ease. (If needed he could perform some pressure point techniques that would leave the big guy unconscious) He then proceeded to slink over to the guard swishing his hips back and forth. His tail was swishing even more. Sly was ready to hightail it out of there if the walrus reached for another one of those stars but strangely enough he just stood there smirking. Sly took this as an invitation and moved in closer until he wasn't even 3 inches away from the imposing guard. Sly then put both his hands upon the large chest, looked up at the walrus with innocent brown eyes, and said in a husky voice "but I'm very good at keeping all kinds of company".

"You've got some guts walking up to a big guy like me kid. I could easily break you in half"

"I think I'd like to see you break me in half" Sly said resting his head on the barrel chest.

The Walrus was starting to harden after hearing those words; his red meat bulging a little in his sheath. Shit the kid was cute. He was also a seductive little slut.

"What's your name ringtail?" barked the walrus.

"My name is Sly Cooper"

"Honest name ya got there kid"

Sly smirked.

" So what exactly are you doing here "Sly Cooper" and don't tell me it's just to keep me "company" "

"Well if you must know" said Sly, taking a step back. "I've got some unsettled business with Raleigh. He stole something of mine and I'm here to get it back."

"You've got a bone to pick with Raleigh ay? Can't really blame ya. The guy's a grade A ass making me stand here in the rain all night with nothing to do. Thing is though he was nice enough to hand me this job when any other average joe would've turned me in to the cops by now. I'm not exactly a legal citizen around these parts."

"You don't say?" said Sly.

"No, I don't" retorted the walrus. "I'm wanted in my home country and if I get sent back it's the death sentence for me. If Raleigh finds out I let you through I'll be in some deep shit. So what makes you think I'm gonna do just that?"

"Well..." Sly replied. "What did you think all that seductive strutting I did was for? I was coming onto to you!".

"I didn't notice, I just thought you were born with a walking disability" said the walrus with a cruel grin on his face.

Sly blushed at this and looked away embarrassed. It was then the walrus reached out and forcefully grabbed Sly by the paw; yanking the raccoon closer and causing him to stumble onto the guard as a shocked gaze stared up to meet a glaring one.

"Now.... what were you gonna give me?" said the walrus in an eerily low voice.

Well...I.erm...I mean... Sly stammered.

"OUT WITH IT SLUT!" boomed the guard causing Sly to jump in his iron yet warm grip. "Tell me what exactly you're gonna give me in order to leave this place in one piece let alone gain access to the entrance I'm guarding" said the walrus with his fierce gaze set upon the lithe raccoon.

Sly was beginning to think pressure points weren't going to be enough for this guy considering all that protective bulk he had. The rain continued to patter in the silence as the two stood there. Sly finally started.

"I...c-could...give you my body..." said Sly looking away, his face blushing a bright pink.

"So you're a little cock sucking faggot that likes taking it up the tailhole eh?" said the walrus, still not dropping his gaze or grip on the smaller raccoon. "You like it when real men like me dominate and treat you like a bitch don't you? I bet you jack that little dick of yours at night thinking about big males busting you wide open with their slabs of meat."

The walrus finally broke his gaze to look down at Sly's pink member. It was rock hard. "Ha so you're enjoying this slut? And would ya look at the size of that little stiffy! AHAHAHAHA it can't be any bigger than 4-5 inches!" The walrus snickered as he reached out with his other arm and gripped the small cock; enveloping it in his gloved paw. He began to fondle and jack it as Sly shuddered and moaned in the expert leather hand. The rough texture on his sensitive member was driving him crazy. "I was bigger than that at the age of 10" said the walrus with a predatory grin on his muzzle as his prey continued to twist wriggle in his grip or rather grips as he still hadn't realized Sly's paw. It was now raised high above the thief's head. The walrus was simply enjoying himself too much with his new plaything; he loved how the coon was so... responsive. Sly's cheeks burned in deep humiliation as he was man handled and his tiny cock made fun of. He shut his eyes and splayed his ears at the mental abuse as he tried to stifle his ever continuing moans; his body becoming more hot and bothered. "No wonder you're such a pussy boy. You'd have no chance of pleasing any woman in bed with this stick dick. Seeing as you'd always fail in bed as a man, it only makes sense you'd want to give up your cunt to more dominant deserving males who need a place to put their big dicks. Isn't that right bitch?" said the walrus; his hand never stopping for second.

"AH!" jerked Sly as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through his groin. "

You obviously don't deserve to ever top. You were put in this world to be on your knees servicing a real man's cock! That's where your real talent lays. I bet you get your rocks off quicker by having that tailhole of yours stuffed to the brim than you ever did by playing with this sissy sausage. Isn't that right bitch? Look at me boy and answer me!"

Sly couldn't take it anymore. This walrus was reading him like a book and pushing every button he had. Hell, he was pushing buttons Sly didn't even know he had. A wave of submission was taking over Sly and fast. In a fit of passion, he finally cracked.

"YES SIR! It's all true! I love having my cunt and mouth stuffed by bigger, superior males. Please take me sir. I need something inside me. I need someone to dominate me bad!" confessed Sly.

"I know you do slut, but cut the "sir" crap. You're gonna call me daddy from now on. Got it?" emphasizing his point with a quick squeeze.

"UNF, yes daddy" grunted Sly.

Daddy then proceeded to lean forward and give Sly a forceful kiss. The smooch was sloppy due to Daddy's tusks; having to turn his head slightly to the side so the thief wouldn't get hurt but it was also one of the hottest things Sly had ever experienced. Their tongues battled for a few seconds but it was obvious who would win. Sly could strongly taste whiskey on the walrus's tongue as it dominated his mouth. No doubt he had been drinking on the job and heavily from the taste of things. Sly was surprised at how good the walrus could kiss as he felt himself melting in the warm embrace. They continued to smooch for a couple of minutes; both furs flaring up from the hot kiss as the rain continued to patter around them. Finally they pulled back panting visible breaths. Sly affectionately licked Daddy on the cheek as the walrus growled lustfully.

"Good boy" stated the walrus. "Now, it seems you've gotten my favorite fingerless glove all sticky with pre. GET ON YOUR KNEES AND CLEAN IT NOW BITCH!".

Sly yipped and quickly got on the muddy ground after the walrus finally let him go. He stared at the gloved hand extended before him all covered in a copious amount of his pre-cum before he leaned forward and began lapping. Sly made sure to take long lavishing strokes; polishing the leather with his tongue. The salty taste only turned him on more as he closed his eyes and splayed his ears like a dog. He started to really get into it. Sly finished licking the palm clean and started getting at the goo in between the fingers. He then proceeded to suckle each finger individually taking them into his maw and giving a sluttish "pop" with each digit. The walrus growled at this; the bulge beneath his belt straining just a tad more.

"Not bad boy. You did such a good job I'm gonna let you polish my boots next. It seems they got a tad muddy from me standing here in the rain all night and could use a good cleaning. That's where your tongue comes in slut."

"Yes daddy" said Sly as he lowered himself to the grimy boots. Luckily for him they weren't too dirty. Just as he was about to begin the walrus stopped him.

"Ah Ah Ah" said walrus.

Sly looked up in confusion only to see the walrus lean back and hack a big loogie square on his right boot.

"There ya go boy a good ol fashion spit shine. You better not spill a single drop when lapping it up either now get to it!"

Sly resumed his position and began boot polishing with his tongue. He spread the loogie around to help with his cleaning; tasting the male's flavors. They were delicious and Sly hoped he'd get to clean the other boot the same way.

"Look at you cleaning the spit off my boot and still hard as a rock. You're really a sick whore aren't you?"

The harsh yet true words only spurred Sly on. The walrus placed his muddy left boot on Sly's back pushing him down more and forcing him to clean harder. The boot would undoubtly leave a hard to remove stain on Sly's shirt.

"If you don't want that shirt of yours getting any dirtier you'll strip for me bitch". "Get rid of the hat and shirt but you can keep your gloves/shoes on". "And the mask, I kinda like it" growled the guard.

Sly did as he was told and removed his hat and shirt revealing his taut body. Daddy ran his hands over the tempting body twisting the little pink nipples of the thief and receiving, much to his pleasure, a loud groan from the teased raccoon.

"You still have my other boot to clean slut".

Soon the process was repeated with other the boot with the walrus hacking another loogie on it and Sly lapping away. By the time Sly was done those boots were polished clean. Wet from the rain and Sly's spit but clean. "Good boy!" said the walrus as he petted Sly on the head.

"Thank you daddy" Sly replied.

"I bet you'd love to have some hot cock in your maw right about now. Why don't you come have a sniff of what's to cum."

He then positioned himself in front of the kneeling raccoon. Sly gasped at the sheer size of the bulge straining against the denim shorts.

"Yea that's right, look at what you've started. You're gonna finish it too!" said the walrus in a deadly voice.

He then roughly grabbed Sly by his headfur and yanked the coon towards the behemoth beneath his belt; grinding his crotch in the thief's face as he humiliated him in the process. Sly became dazed, his member dripping pre as he was suddenly overcomed by a wave of musk. The bulge was constantly bumping against his nose as the guard humped his face. Even through the walrus's shorts, Sly could easily smell the overpowering male pheromones as they burned their way into his nostrils and turned him on even more. Unable to control himself, Sly began pushing forward with each hump trying to take in more of that delicious smell. He shamelessly mouthed the hidden cock as the walrus chuckled above him.

"You want this dick bad don't you?" taunted the walrus.

"Yes, let me suck you off. Please!" groaned Sly.

"How badly do you want it?" teased the amused guard.

"Really really bad!".

It was then the walrus released his grip on the thief's head and turned around to show off his broad back. Sly took another look at his leather coat and realized just how strange it truly was because the back was longer than the front and had a strange pointed end that almost touched the ground. It looked like it could've been part of a cape or triangular flag to Sly. He perked up as he heard the rustling of a belt and the sound of pants sagging. "Show me" said the walrus. "Come over here and kiss my ass."

"What?..." said Sly.

"I don't want to undress either so you're just gonna have to get under my jacket" stated the walrus with obvious amusement in his voice.

"This guy...." Sly groaned in his mind. It was as if he had to demean the thief in every possible way. Sly loudly sighed already blushing.

"Come on slut do a good job on my ass and I'll let you have your treat".

Really wanting of taste of that cock, Sly crawled under the jacket (having to lift up the flap) and came up to meet a pair of brown buns; the walrus's pants just under them. At least he was out of the rain for a little bit and he had to admit the guard did have a nice butt. The walrus's musky scent was thick under the jacket as it kept the thief in a constant state of arousal. Sly hesitantly leaned forward and planted a smooch on the right cheek. He then proceeded to kiss the left cheek; feeling the warm skin against his lips as they matched the heat in his cheeks. The guard laughed at how easy this was. He could make this bitch do whatever he wanted. As Sly continued working on the blubber in front of him utterly humiliated, the guard began striking masochist possesses as if he was a god having his body worshiped; flexing his arms and watching as they bulged under his jacket. He even started flexing his bum as well; showing off the muscles of his gluteus maximus and giving Sly something firmer to kiss.

"What an ass" thought Sly; mentally kicking himself for the horrible pun he had just unintentionally made. Sly began taking curious licks across the cheeks. They soon became long ones as he realized he liked the taste of the sweaty walrus's bum.

"Yea that's it, use that tongue brown noser." "Eat me out. You better not half-ass it either *heh half-ass it* or you won't get your treat."

Sly groaned. The guard's puns were even worse than his. Sly spread the cheeks obediently and started taking experimental swipes at the crack. He soon found the walrus was rather clean much to his relief and all he could taste was musk and sweat. Wanting his treat bad, Sly dove in and began really eating the walrus out. He lashed his tongue against that winking brown hole and caused it twitch each time. The walrus moaned as he was thoroughly eaten. He reached down to fondle his still concealed cock. Sly shoved his muzzle right in between the cheeks and started working his magic on the walrus's hole; increasing the speed of his licks and gradually pushing his tongue in as it loosened up to his administrations. He savored the raunchy taste as he continued to tongue his new daddy.

"Yea that's it, eat me out you nasty fucker". "Harder!" demanded the walrus as he grabbed Sly by the back of his head and forced the coon to go deeper into his rear end. "I want to feel that tongue of yours all the way up my bum. AHHHHH! That's it! Right there! Oh Shit! Do that again!" groaned the ecstatic guard as he began to shudder.

He wasn't gonna be able to take much more of this. The kid was a natural ass kisser (and licker). He couldn't wait to see how well he sucked. Deciding he had enough the walrus backed away from Sly; removing the coon from his buns with an audible sluuuuuuuurp. He walked a couple feet away and then faced the thief as he started removing the pouch containing his throwing stars and his jacket. He tossed them aside and then started working on his red shirt.

"Oh NOW he wants to...get....un-dress...." Sly lost his train of thought as the brown walrus lifted up his shirt to reveal his chiseled abs; the hint of white boxers just below them.

Sly's jaw dropped as his eyes became frozen on the undressing guard. Once the shirt was completely removed, Sly took in the hotness of the guy. Those bulging biceps, those manly pecs, and who could forget those washboard stomach abs! Sly always thought walruses were supposed to be fat slobs with unsightly flabs of "blubber" hanging from their body. This guy was ripped! He was just too sexy and he had just the right amount of muscles too! Ripped but not TOO ripped. Sly hated it when hunky guys ruined a perfectly good muscled body by turning it into a steroid case. Sly continued to study the body before him in "great" detail. He didn't even notice that he had been caught staring. The guard chuckled to himself at how entertained the coon was. With his red shirt still in hand, he tossed the article of clothing onto the thief stating it was "rude to stare" in a mocking manner. Sly battled to get the large shirt off of him; annoyed that his view was temporarily cut off. After removing the shirt from his head Sly looked up and immediately gasped at what he saw. There stood the walrus in just a pair of comical white boxers with red hearts on them. The boxers were obscenely being stretched away from the guard's stomach by some large foreign object in his crotch area.

"Ready for you reward?" mused the walrus.

Sly could only nod dumbly as his gawking doubled.

"Then get over here already! Crawl for me".

Sly didn't even protest. He simply got on his hands and knees and started padding forward.

"Lift your tail up while you're at it".

Sly obediently complied; his locked gaze on nothing but the thing in the guard's underwear as he lifted his tail up as high as it would go. His little pink star was visible for the entire world to see just above his little cute balls. It was quite a sight. Sly made his way to the front of the guard. "Finish undressing me bitch" growled the walrus ready to get this started. Sly did as he was told and yanked the underwear down the guard's thick thighs. The moment they were off, the walrus's giant red cock came flipping up; the tip smacking Sly on the nose before resting there. Sly was stunned at the sheer size of the dong. I had to be over 11 inches long and over 2 inches thick! Sly wasn't sure if it was gonna fit in either of his holes but he was willing to try. That tantalizing musk instantly hit the raccoon again as he tried to take the entire thing into his maw. The guard was ready for this though and quickly grabbed the thief's headfur in the controlling manner he loved doing. Sly whined denied his treat once again.

"Nu uh slut, suckle on my balls first" commanded the walrus as he pushed Sly further down, shoving the coon into his sweaty nuts.

After being released, Sly nuzzled the walrus's balls. He lapped at the furry orbs bathing them in his spit as he cleaned the sweat off them. The guard's tantalizing flavors covered his taste buds as his warm explorative tongue left no area uncovered. The walrus moaned at this sensation clearly enjoying himself. Sly proceeded to take the left egg into his mouth; rolling it around with his tongue and gently sucking on the orb. He repeated the same process with the right egg; bathing it in his spit as well before stretching his jaws a bit to take the entire sac into his mouth. With his mouth stuffed with walrus balls, Sly proceeded to give a strong guttural groan sending wave after wave of vibrations through the guard's sac. The guard jerked at the sudden overwhelming amount of pleasure. A small shot of pre came spurting out his untouched cock landing on Sly's forehead.

"Where do kids these days learn this shit..." thought the walrus. "Alright boy, time for your main course".

Sly let the balls fall from his maw and gave them a kiss before moving on. He let his tongue fall at the base of the cock as it licked up the long shaft. The taste was indescribably delicious to him. He began lavishing all 13" of that red popsicle; trailing the cum belly all the way to the tip which he suckled vigorously as the walrus fed the thief his salty pre. Sly opened his maw wider to dive down on his treat. He managed to get about half in before the tip hit his throat; the large cock completely filling his mouth. His tongue lay buried under the thick member as it did it's part to work the bottom and sides. Unable to take the full length, Sly began sucking hard; his mouth like a vice on the guard's sensitive member as he moved his head back and forth. The walrus groaned as his dick was expertly sucked. Gloved paws came to both sides of Sly's head as the guard started to really get into it. His hands dug into head fur as he began making forceful thrusts; his cock constantly bumping the back of the coon's throat.

"Yea take that dick pussy boy. Get a taste of real man" the walrus grunted through clenched eyes and teeth.

Sly dutifully took the thrusts in stride; his tongue still continuing it's own administrations as the guard pumped his face. Sly reached down to jack his own small member as continued to devour the dick before him. Sly's quick paws were bring him close until he suddenly felt the meat he was so happily sucking on pulled out of his mouth. "

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" yelled the walrus as he struck the the coon across the face with his hard prick, emitting a comical slapping sound.

"What did I do wrong?" asked Sly with a confused look on his face.

"Get your hands off of that toothpick slut!" berated the guard as he gave Sly another dick-whip to the face.

Sly released his tiny manhood and blushed at being treated in such a humiliating manner.

"You only get to play with that sissy sausage when I say so and you only get cum when I say so. You got that boy!?" asked the walrus as he grind his boot uncomfortably into the coon's grey balls to emphasis his point. "Ah!" groaned Sly. "Yes Daddy! I'm sorry, it won't happen again!".

"Good" stated the walrus; removing his boot.

"Now put those hands behind your back and get back to sucking!" shouted the walrus, annoyed that he had to pause his blowjob to berate the coon on such a stupid mistake.

Sly quickly put his hands behind his back and wrapped his mouth back onto the hard prick. The guard made sure to take out his annoyance on the thief's mouth by being a little rougher than before, thrusting hard into the coon's maw and receiving gagging noises when he went a little too far. Sly could tell from the walrus's erratic movements that he was trying to bury himself to the hilt. Sly relaxed his throat muscles as he prepared himself for the inevitable entrance. The large red cock made a few more quick thrust into the coon's maw before the tip finally breached the throat passage; activating Sly's gag reflex temporarily before slipping on through. The walrus moaned in pleasure as his cock was engulfed by the overwhelming heat. The thief had proudly taken the entire length; his nose pointing into the guard's musky crotch. Sly's own cock was dripping like a faucet as it remained untouched. Both furs held still, simply enjoying the moment before the walrus pulled back to give the thief some air. The rough texture of the tongue sending sparks of pleasure through the walrus's prick as he made his withdrawal causing him to part with more of pre that Sly's happily gulped down. Picking up the pace, the guard went back to pounding the lithe fur's mouth.

*grunt* "I'll make sure that slutty mouth of yours gets put to good use bitch! You practically threw yourself at me like a starved dog. Well I've got a milkbone here for ya and you're gonna eat every *thrust* last *thrust* inch of it! " *thrust*

The walrus start letting out short barks as he hilted himself and exploded down the coon's throat, clenching that head fur for all it was worth. He shot four hearty loads directly into the thief's belly before pulling back to paint his tongue white. Sly felt the cock expand in his mouth causing his jaws to ache a little before feeling a warm sensation flow down his throat. When the walrus pulled back that strong salty flavor covered his tongue. Sly eagerly gulped down the liquid gold, desperately wanting more and more did he get! The walrus was like an endless fountain as he kept spurting warm goo into the coon's mouth. He finally pulled out to erupt the rest on the thief's face, giving it a glorious coating. The walrus let his rod rest against Sly's muzzle as the last of his semen oozed out of his spent cock and onto the bridge of the thief's upturned nose. Sly quickly licked it away before grabbing the cock and dutifully returning the tip back to his maw to suck out the rest as he jacked the rod back and forth. The guard moaned loudly as his oversensitive cock was milked for the last of it's juice. Satisfied that he had gotten every single drop, Sly released the walrus's prick from his maw with a wet "pop".

"Good boy" grunted the walrus as he petted the coon's head affectionately.

" Thank you daddy" said Sly as he nuzzled into the warm paw.

The guard pulled up his boxers and stuffed his now floppy dick back inside before heading back to his pile of clothes where he proceeded to get dressed.

"Um daddy?"

"Yea slut?" responded the walrus as he slipped his leather jacket back on over his red shirt; his back to Sly.

"Do you think I could maybe cum now please?" Sly asked in a hopeful tone; his own cock still painfully hard and in need of much attention.

"Sure" replied the walrus joyfully no doubt from just having his dick expertly sucked. "Tell ya what, I'll even jack your cock for you. Would you like that boy?" asked the walrus with a goofy grin on his face.

"Oh yes daddy!" replied Sly eagerly.

"Then get over here already!".

Sly crawled over to the guard, remembering what he was previously taught much to the walrus's satisfaction.

"Lie on your back and lift your legs for me" grunted the walrus.

Sly rested his body against the moist ground and lift his legs in anticipation. The walrus came up and continued to pushed the coon's legs further back until his knees were on either side of his head; the thief's naturally flexible body accomplishing the process with ease. Sly's cock was directly over his head and already dripping pre onto his muzzle. The walrus then reached around the Sly's left leg and proceeded to jack the raccoon in earnest. Sly moaned in pleasure as he once again felt the familiar sensation of the guard's fingerless gloves; his eyes closing in the process. While working up a decent speed with his right hand, the walrus begin sucking on the index/middle fingers of his left hand. He made sure to bathe the digits in his thick spit before roughly jamming them into the coon's vunerable pink star in one fellow swoop.

"ARGH!" groaned Sly as he shot a spurt of pre into his now panting mouth.

"Hmph pretty loose . Just as I expected" grunted the guard. "You really are a cock-slut aren't you?"

Sly couldn't respond. He was too busy panting as his cock was constantly tugged on and his prostate jammed over and over and over again by those thick fingers. His was now dripping a constant stream of pre into his maw as his tongue layed lolled out to the side. The skilled guard continued to jack the coon's member, making strokes as long as the short prick would allow and giving a few expert squeezes here and there to which the thief would yip in ecstatically. His other hand was making a steady pile driving motion into the coon's hole; twisting his fingers left and right as they moved in and out making sure not go too fast but not too slow either. The walrus kept going at a steady pace until Sly was like a well lubed pleasure machine. The thief continued panting heavily, his mind going fuzzy from all the pleasure. The walrus could tell Sly was close and doubled his effort on both ends. This sent Sly over the edge as he began making high pitched yips over his impending orgasm. The walrus jammed his fingers in as far as they would go and aimed Sly's cock at the thief's mouth just before the member started spurting. The walrus never stopped his jacking for a second, forcing the coon to deal with the rough texture of the guard's gloves throughout his entire orgasm. Sly yipped with each spurt as they came spilling into his mouth while his repeatedly asshole clenched down on the guard's fingers. Sly could taste his own warm cream as the last of it oozed into his mouth. It wasn't the first time he had tasted himself and it definitely wouldn't be the last Sly thought as he licked his lips. Satisfied that he had fed the coon every drop of his own cream, the walrus released Sly's cock and pulled his fingers out of the thief's asshole to which Sly grunted; slight pain. Sly sat up a little dazed from his ordeal. He was wet, naked, and still had a few streaks of walrus cum on his face where it had been too thick to be washed away by the light rain. The guard looked at his handiwork and grinned. "Wow that was amazing" gasped Sly as he finally stood up.

The walrus merely stood there with that carnivorous grin on his face.

"Well um... I guess I'll be going now..." Sly said nervously as he started to slink away to his clothes.

"NOT SO FAST!" boomed the guard causing Sly to jump. "Who said anything about you leaving?" the walrus asked in serious tone.

"But I thought you'd let me pass if I gave you my body whined Sly.

"Wrong slut, I said you'd have to give me something to leave this place alive. I would've killed you on the spot had you been a lousy fuck" stated the walrus matter of factly.

Sly gulped. This guy had to be the creepiest guard he ever met.

"If you want access to the entrance I'm guarding you'll have to give me something in return. In other words, this was only part one of your predicament!" chuckled the walrus as he hung his throwing stars pouch back over his shoulder.

*sigh* "I really gotta start rethinking my methods..." thought Sly.