"You got a light?" Liam asked as he looked at the musclebound, bored-looking zebra guy he was stuck with. The feline rolled his unlit cigarette between his lips and had to rasp his throat a couple of times before the stallion would roll his eyes in his general direction. "A light, dude," the slim housecat insisted, his arms crossed on his lean chest. "I don't smoke," the zebra replied gruffly, before setting his eyes back on the door.

Liam sighed, chewing on the filter a little. He could be having fun right now. Rolling down a hill at 100 mph with his buddies, on the awesome roadtrip they had all been promised. Except Jim, the dumbass cunt, had decided to cross the borderlines. A minute later, the border police had them on lockdown, and Davis' criminal record of petty larceny had surfaced and oh god, this was so stupid. "Well, fuck my life," the feline said. They had been isolated while Jim's car was likely getting taken apart, and Liam had not seen or heard from his friends in close to an hour.

“I need to go to the restroom,” he said, the zebra cocking an eyebrow. “You already went half an hour ago,” he flatly replied, the felineboy grunting as he moved towards the door. “Whatever, I have to go!” he said, before suddenly feeling the stallion’s very strong grip on his arm, pulling him back towards the middle of the small room. “Hey, fuck off!” he spat, as the tall, muscular male held him firmly, the stallion’s snorting muzzle leaning down towards him. “I’ve been nice so far, kid, but I’m not joking around,” he said, gripping the twink’s two wrists into a single paw, reaching into a drawer with the other, pulling out a length of rope. “Wait, are you serious?...” Liam started, squirming as moments later, his wrists were bound in his back. The feline felt himself blushing as the helpless sensation, coupled with the imposing presence of the musclebound zebra caused his loins to stir quietly. He mentally told his dick to shut up.

“Heh, you like this?” Liam heard, his head snapping to the side, eyes opening as he heard the zebra talk, the stallion still right against him. The zebra pointed something to the side and the twink cat looked in this direction, seeing his reflection in the one-way mirror of the interrogation room they had been kept in. His slim body was arched, rear perked, tail curled to the side. His cheeks were red, chest lightly huffing, and there was a very noticeable bulge in his jeans. Biting his lower lip, he tried shaking himself out of the zebra’s grip, growling out. “Let me go, or else…”

At least the stallion had the decency not to laugh out loud at the twink’s pathetic attempt at threatening him, his paws instead going straight for the money, groping at the boy’s package and ass at the same time, making Liam squirm and gasp, unable to keep his shaft down as the jeans were stripped from his body. He shivered as the tall male’s fingertips slid beneath his tail, feeling up his tight pink tailhole, the contact making his member throb. “Seems a cute boy like you needs some real dick even in the weirdest situations, huh?” the stallion mocked, easily forcing the younger male to his knees. Liam’s resolve and fight decreased every second, and almost evaporated as soon as the zebra hunk stepped before him and started undoing his belt, the size of his package and scent of his potent musk making the effeminate boy murr unknowingly. The bottomless twink huffed softly, staring as the big zebra hunk unzipped his pants, lifting his enormous dick in the open, rasping the musky tip along the feline's trembling lips. "Blow me," the order came, and Liam suddenly had his mouth full of cock without having really realized it. Taking the tip and several inches down, he started sucking on the border cop's fat black cock, slurping his tongue around the mast, his own hard cock bobbing before him.

The muscular zebra enjoyed the bowjob, casually stripping the top of his uniform off, showing off his ripped chest and defined abs, his fingers stroking into the young male's hair, making him bob his head faster and take the thick cock deeper, making Liam choke and gag occasionally. The boy wished he could use his paws, but the hung stallion didn't seem like he was about to free him anytime soon. After a good 15 minutes of fucking the twink's mouth, the stallion pulled out, easily bringing the slender male back to his feet, bringing him to the closest table and bending him over without any sort of ceremony. "Gonna have to forgive me, but I don't have any rubbers," he grunted. The housecat hissed a little but did not fight back, instead perking his needy rump up, tail curled. The need for big dick outweighted his desire to stick it to the man. At least this roadtrip would have been good for something.

Liam moaned out deeply when he felt the huge cock pushing through his rim and inside his ass, his paws still firmly bound behind his back as the stallion started fucking him. The slim felineboy took the punishment, the muscular striped horse grunting lewdly as he thrusted his big dick in and out of the tight rear, making the twink whimper and pant hotly against the metal table, his cheek pressed into it, immobilized by the strong paws in this vulnerable position. “Imma have your badge for this, pony,” the catboy mused, making the stallion react, his fingers gripping the slender male’s tuffy hair, pulling his head back as the thick black equinehood was fully crammed in the tight ass. The border cop leaned down, his muscular hips keeping on rocking back and forth, breathing heavily in Liam’s ear. “Your word against mine, punk.”

This was all talk, obviously. The feline was moaning in deep pleasure, his back arched, almost drooling, his own cock fully hard and his tailhole clamping around the stud’s pumping dick. “Shit… I’m gonna cum…” Liam cooed as he felt his prostate being beaten up, seconds later mewling loudly as he released his thick load across the interrogation table, spurting a rather copious amount of feline seed, the cop quickly joining him in orgasm, ramming his dick balls deep in the tight ass and busting a heavy nut, loading up the twink in horse cum.

After the zebra slipped out, the two cleaned up and got dressed again, Liam’s unlit cigarette making his way back to his lips.

“Is this going to be long?” he asked, leaning back against the table, his paws unbound again.

“Heh, I sure hope so,” the zebra replied with a smirk.