{"sf1_id":93121,"sf2_id":"Jew7dkKe","title":"Sprung the Trap","author":" Fiskerton","words":3232,"posted_at":"2009-07-02T04:20:00.000Z","tags":["Authority","Bondage","Domination/Submission","German Shepherd","M/M","Raccoon","Rape"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/93121-sprung-the-trap","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Jew7dkKe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/14/cf/14cf40f6-7807-4041-a843-1915a251bc59","description":"#1 of Cops are Fun","content":"Disclaimer: This story contains gay furry sex. If you are under 18 or are offended by this, turn  \nback already! This is not for you! D=  \n  \nI've always liked a fur in uniform... and bondage...\n\n* * *\n  \n  \n  \nI sighed heavily, it was all so boring. This town had nothing past the occasional speeder,  \nnothing exciting for a cop at all. These hot and humid nightly rounds were filled with just  \ndriving around and around looking at nothing but darkness, yawning all the way to dawn. No one  \nwas ever out at night. Why did the chief feel the need to set a patrol? And worse, why did he  \nchoose me?  \n  \nAs with every night, my fur started itching all over in the hot August night. The people who  \ndesigned cop uniforms had no concept of breathable material at all. And, worst of all, the  \ngoddamn mayor wouldn't pay for new police cars, so all I had was this really old car that only  \nhad an AM radio. With no AC, my tongue would be panting at the speed of a hummingbird's wings  \nin an hour.  \n  \nOne night, it was especially hot: ninety-five freakin degrees. How the hell does it get that  \nhot at night? I'm just lucky it wasn't in celsius. In any case, I couldn't take it, so I  \ndecided to take it easy and drive out to the small pond in the middle of the town's park. It  \nwas always nice and cool and I thought a refreshing swim would do me some good. After all, I  \nwould have gone crazy in that heat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Climbing out of that stuffy car, I breathed the not-so-fresh air deeply. Hey, it was better than  \nwhat was in that car. Walking towards the water, I dipped my feet in to check the temperature. I  \ngrinned; it was perfect for cooling off.  \n  \nNow, maybe I was a little bit bold or a little bit desperate that night, but I decided to go  \nskinny dipping. No one was around to see me anyway, and I was going to get a heat stroke if I  \ndidn't do something quick. As I took off my police uniform, I couldn't help but admire my  \nbody, swathed in white light by the full moon, accentuating the muscles. I was buff, no doubt  \nabout it. My German Shepherd bloodline had always contained strong, powerful canines in every  \ngeneration. And, although I wasn't as ripped as the more hardcore bodybuilders, I still packed  \nenough heat to intimidate, and arouse, most people.  \n  \nFully naked, tail wagging, I practically ran into the water. It was so refreshing to jump in  \nand dive under. I even did some laps considering no one was there to obstruct me. Even though  \nswimming was allowed, there would usually be so much boats and fishermen during the day no  \none could anyway. I took my sweet old time splashing around and just having fun. But, my  \ntemporary lapse of desperation was eventually overcome by my sense of discipline. I got out in  \nabout an hour.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Walking back to the car, I didn't bother drying off or anything. I figured it would be better to keep  \nas much water on my thick fur in order to stay cool all night. Heck, if it worked, I would do it every  \nnight. No more hot sweaty patrols for me.  \n  \nHowever, I arrived at my car to find it locked. What the hell? I didn't even remember locking  \nit, nor taking the keys with me. Indeed, I stared through the window at my keys still in the  \nignition. I groaned. Great, I was locked out of my car, naked and on duty. How was I going to  \nexplain this to my chief? My face scrunched up in thought.  \n  \nThat was when things got... bad.  \n  \nMy train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a sound I knew oh so well: a gun cocking. I  \ngasped and immediately made a move to turn around. However, his voice made me pause.  \n\"Stop,\" he commanded. It was the only thing he said. Yet it was filled with such authority, such  \npower and such guile that I obeyed without thinking. Then, after thinking, I figured I still had to  \nanyway. He had a freakin gun.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So I stood there, naked and dripping, trying to think of a way out. A thousand classes of  \npolice training zoomed through my head. I could've spun and disarmed him. I could've elbowed  \nhim in the gut and grabbed the gun. I could've stomped on his foot. I could've done hundreds  \nof simple maneuvers to gain the advantage over him.  \n  \nBut I didn't do any of it, because he commanded it. \"Don't move,\" he said. Again, it was  \nfilled with a pervasive power that told my instinct to obey or I would die. Without even  \nhaving taken one look at him, I knew he was stronger, smarter and better than I was in every  \nway. I wouldn't have been able to overpower him. And, he had a freakin gun. I didn't even have  \nany clothes on.  \n  \nGreat, so what do I do now?  \n  \nUnfortunately, I did not have time to think as my attacker held a piece of cloth to my muzzle.  \nI knew the smell; it was chloroform. A lot of kidnappers used it, so I suppose I wasn't that  \nsurprised. And with my hightened sense of smell, I was knocked out in a second flat. But, as I  \nwas going under, I couldn't help but think:  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; How the hell did this happen?  \n  \n\n* * *\n  \n  \nI woke up, I assumed, a few hours later. Of course, I couldn't tell because I was in a bare  \nwindowless room lit only by a single candle on the table in front of me. My head was still  \nspinning from the chloroform and I couldn't take in my surroundings very well. However, when I  \ntried standing up is when I began to panic. I couldn't move. Looking down, I saw I was bound  \nto a cheap metal armchair with rope tied around my wrists and ankles. Attempting to break  \nfree, I found both rope and chair to be very resistant. It wasn't very ergonomic either; my  \nback was killing me.  \n  \nBut I was dry. I noticed my fur was ruffled and sticking up, like when I towel off after a  \nshower. I guess I had my captor to thank for that. Good thing to, because the room was  \nincredibly cold, despite the temperature outside. Although a nice change of pace from the  \nextreme heat, I wasn't too eager to be still naked in extreme cold instead. But if he hadn't  \ndried me off, I would surely have died from hypothermia. At least he doesn't want to kill me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So what then? What does he really want? And how do I get out of here?  \n  \nThis guy had a real knack for interrupting when I'm thinking. I heard a heavy door creak open  \nbehind me. I strained my neck to look backwards, but it didn't help much. The candle's light  \nrange wasn't far and he was hidden in shadow. Heh, reminded me of police interrogations and  \nhow the cop would walk in real slowly to make the convict nervous. Boy, was I nervous.  \n  \nLooking forward, I heard him softly pad towards me. His footsteps were very muted yet quick,  \nas if practiced. In a couple of seconds, he was standing right behind me, hands on my  \nshoulders. I felt grey-furred paws roaming up my neck and down my body, paying individual  \nattention to every muscle before moving on to the next. He breathed into my ear and nibbled  \nplayfully, licking the inside. I could feel his sharp teeth as it scraped along the sensitive  \nskin lining the inside of my ear. This guy could kill me if he wanted. And yet it just aroused  \nme even more. The adrenaline coursing through my veins mixed with the pleasure of his touch to  \nmake my body tingle, in the good way. I opened my mouth to moan, but he quickly told me not to  \nmake a sound. I gulped it down, quickly shutting my muzzle.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He explored my upper body for a couple of minutes, all the while staying behind me. He wasn't  \nmuch of a talker, letting his actions speak for him. He squeezed and tweaked my nips, erect  \nand at attention from the cold, causing me to whimper lustily a little. He stroked the short  \nbut plush fur of my pecs, sending ripples down my spine. This guy wasn't just a commanding  \npresence, but a veteran lover as well. Even though I was rather attracted to men, this guy had  \nmy cock at attention in less than a minute. Not even the hottest guy on the force could do  \nthat. Trust me, I've done him. My dick was painfully erect, throbbing in need. And each  \nsqueeze of the nipples or lick on the ear shot bolts of pleasure straight down my body, making  \nme shiver in the cold air for more. Again, I had to struggle with an insupressible moan.  \n  \nThen, those loving grey paws moved down lower, and I actually started wagging my tail at the  \nthought of getting jacked off by this kidnapper. I could feel my tail thumping against his  \nbody, and it must have excited him as well. Soon, I could feel his own erection poking into my  \nbackside. It all just drove my tail to wag harder as he teasingly felt around my cock. I  \nwhimpered in need as those expert hands stole through my fur, arousing but not touching. My  \ngod, was I really that desperate to whine in heat? I must've been acting like a total slut.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Apparently, that's what he thought too. \"Aw, do you need to cum, my little puppy?\" he  \nwhispered, now with a sadistic tone of voice. God, I was so embarrased at being called a puppy  \nthat my tail stopped wagging. But he just continued the degradation. \"Yeah, that's what you  \nwant, isn't it, slut?\" My ears actually splayed back from the shame. \"I haven't been here five  \nminutes and you're already on the edge.\" I lowered my head and he chuckled softly in my ear.  \n  \n\"You must be fucked every day by your coworkers, you little bitch.\" I attempted a sort of  \ngrowl in my throat, however it came out weak and muffled and ended up sounding like a whine.  \nEither I'm too horny right now, or too scared. This guy knew what he was doing to get me  \nbegging on my knees.  \n  \nHis hands retreated and I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though I was clearly horny and ready  \nto hump away at anything I see, I had to make some kind of stand to preserve my dignity. This  \ntime, the growl in my throat succeeded. I was even able to speak in a somewhat menacing tone.  \n\"What the hell do you think you're doing, kidnapping an officer of the law?\" I made a show of  \ntrying to escape from the restraints, even though both he and I knew I would never be able to  \nbreak them. \"You're going to do hard time for this! Untie me and face me man to man!\" That  \nmight have been the wrong thing to say because the moment I said it, he laughed uproariously.  \nHe laughed so loudly, it echoed around the room and made it sound as if an entire audience was  \nlaughing at my humiliation.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His tone grew strong and dominant again. \"Really? A man? You are probably the farthest away  \nfrom a man I could find. Behind the uniform and the muscles, you're a slut. A goddamn slut.  \nAnd you know it too! You've been screwed by every guy on the police force more than once in  \nthis town and the town before and the town before that.\" What the hell? How could he know  \nthat? That's my private life he's talking about! \"Why, you're a regular pussy. You just love  \ntaking it up the ass over and over again.\" He leaned in close and breathed the last words into  \nmy ear in an ever so loving voice. \"And that's what you're going to do tonight, my little  \npuppy.\" My eyes widened in fear and I put all my energy into breaking my bonds. My god, this  \nguy was serious. I needed to get out of there, and fast! Ironically, my cock was still  \nthrobbing painfully through all this.  \n  \nAs my chair rocked back and forth in place from my flailing, he took his time padding around  \nit to face me. I stopped and gasped from shock and embarrassment when I saw my kidnapper.  \nWhat I thought to be a huge bulky guy with rippling biceps that can tear me in half like a  \nphonebook turned out to be this athletically toned, naked raccoon. There wasn't much special  \nabout his appearance. His disheveled headfur stuck out in all directions. There was an earthy  \nand rough scent about him. He was less buff than me, shorter than me, and his dick was sure  \ngoddamn smaller than mine. Yet, as he sat down on my lap, and looked into my eyes, I saw the  \nwicked cunning and intelligence hidden behind his small frame. His striking green eyes flashed  \ndangerously with the candlelight and a malicious grin crept onto his masked face. He rubbed  \nhis sensitive cock onto my own, teasing my erection to the edge, but not over. He pressed his  \nbody to mine, continuing his previous treatment and exploration of my body. It was torture.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He resumed speaking in that captivating voice of his, breathing the words into my ear. \"You  \nknow, I have a few friends who've been just dieing to meet you. Some really big ones too...\" I  \ngulped. My face must have looked panic-stricken. \"But before that, I want to have some alone  \ntime with you, so I can get to know you better.\" Sounds romantic I know, but I doubt this was  \nwhat someone would call a first date.  \n  \nHe began lapping at the side of my muzzle with his smooth tongue, making me shiver from the  \ncool touch. I knew what he wanted, and I wasn't in much position to stop him. Both out of  \nlogic and lust, I parted my lips, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue in my mouth  \nforcefully. I felt him explore my mouth with the same delicate attention as he gave to my  \nbody. He made sure to lick every tooth, even the ones way in the back, and engage my tongue in  \na little joust. His hand moved up and stroked the spot every dog loves, behind the ear, making  \nme groan heavily in pleasure. He echoed me with his own moan as he, too, was lost into a sea  \nof lust. With both our eyes shut tight, we shared a long passionate kiss. Strange, considering  \nthe circumstances, but intense nonetheless.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Our lips separated and he smacked his lips, licking them as if savoring something delicious.  \n\"You taste good, pup,\" he said softly. But I didn't hear him. My head was reeling from the  \npleasure my cock was sending to my brain. I could barely even see past the haze of lust and  \nneed. I started panting hard, throwing in an occasional whine. He smiled that evil smile of  \nhis again. He had me now, and he knew it.  \n  \nHe stood up and dismounted from my lap, walking over to the table. There, he sat on top of it,  \ndirectly in front of the candle, becoming a dark figure looming above me. Dragging the chair  \ncloser with his feet, he brought me face to face with his coon dick, hard and drooling precum.  \nOnly a couple inches away, I could smell the musk emanating from his groin, and I inhaled it  \ngreedily. It had the same earthy odor as its owner, which I found to be increasingly pleasant.  \nHe wrapped one grey paw around the base, pointing the dribbling cock straight at my panting  \nmuzzle, and commanded me to suck.  \n  \nNo longer in control of my own body, I complied readily. I gave long hungry licks along the  \nunderside, scooping up as much pre onto my tongue as possible. At that moment, I couldn't  \nremember tasting anything more yummy; I simply had to have more. I suckled at the swollen tip,  \ntrying to milk more of his coon jizz. Feeling his cock throb, I was encouraged to go even further.  \nHis hand pressed down on my head, pushing me down onto his pubes. At closest range, his  \nscent invaded my nostrils and sent my mind into a frenzy. With very little encouragement needed,  \nI bobbed my head up and down on his manhood, feeling my own beginning to slip away as I  \nwhored myself to his will. I shut my eyes tight and sucked as hard as I can, wanting more of that  \nsweet nectar.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; My kidnapper moaned and groaned his approval. \"Such a good pup...\" he was inclined to say. His  \npanting soon matched my own as he neared his climax, wanting his release as much as I did. By  \nthe way he thrusted his hips so forcefully, I could tell he'd been wanting this badly for a long  \nwhile. I've banged and been banged by enough men to know when a guy is sexually frustrated.  \nAnd man, this guy was pent up. I could hear his cum sloshing around in his large grey-furred  \nballs, feeling very heavy as they bumped against my chin over and over.  \n  \nIt didn't take long for him to cum. Placing both paws on my head, he shoved up as deep as he  \ncould, choking me slightly as his jizz splashed against the back of my throat, plummeting down  \ninto my stomach and giving me a warm and cozy feeling, like I was inebriated. Pulling back a  \nlittle, I let the rest of his milk fall onto my tongue, savoring the salty taste before swallowing. He  \ntold me to clean up his cock, but I didn't need to be told. I was already lapping up the spilt cum  \nfrom his still-hard dick. It pulsed one last time and a straggler shot out onto the top of my muzzle. I  \ntried hard to reach, but my tongue wasn't long enough.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Laughing in amusement, he leaned over and licked it off for himself. He hopped of the table and  \npatted my head in approval. \"You'll do great, little puppy. Wait here while I go grab my friends.\" I  \nshuddered at the thought of a round two.  \n  \nAs he started to go, I whined and thrust my hips up, indicating I wanted to cum as well, but  \nhe shook his head. \"No, no. That's for later.\" Leaving me sweating and panting in heat, he  \npadded over to the door, his rock hard cock swinging back and forth. The door thudded loudly  \nas it closed and a click was later heard from a lock.  \n  \nGreat. I'm trapped, tied down, with a raging boner...  \n  \nShit.  \n\n* * *\n  \n  \n  \nHope you enjoyed it~  \n  \n  \n  \nThis was supposed to be one entire story, but unfortunately it was too long (or at least I estimate  \nit will be too long. It's actually not finished yet =| ).  \n  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Cops are Fun","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/94413-desperation.json"}}