Death’s Day Off

Standing in the shadows, the hood of his cloak pulled up over his face, a pair of red eyes staring out from the darkness as he licked his lips, Death surveyed the busy park from a distance. With his sickles at his sides, the tall and broad wolf certainly looked intimidating enough to earn his name, though he wasn't visiting the city just to carry out his duties this time around, this was in fact the canine's vacation. Worn out after hounding people's souls for quite some time without any sort of a break, Death decided it was time for him to cut loose and just relax with one of the mortals, a joy he hadn't enjoyed in months. The wolf's need to work off some tensions was rather obvious from the quite visible bump on the front of his closed cloak, a small wet spot already developing on the fabric as his piercing gaze ran over all the potential victims enjoying their day at the park. Gifted with many mystical abilities, being the incarnation of death itself, the man didn't have to worry about one of the mortals seeing him standing in the shadows, able to take his time and stalk his prey in peace until he'd finally make his move and show himself. Of course, Death could've simply whisked away whoever he chose into another world entirely, make his newest toy disappear and have the victim all to himself with no worry of anyone ever finding out, but that wouldn't have been nearly as fun as what the grey wolf had in mind, the hunt was just as fun as the kill after all. Scanning the crowds, Death quickly spotted a poofy little orange tail wagging about, glancing over at the slides to see a short red fox jumping and playing around, piquing his interest. Nick Wilde had no idea he was being eyed up, only feeling an odd shiver at the back of his neck, looking around for a moment before shrugging and going back to his playtime, jumping into the swings as he laughed. The 7 year old cub had no idea of just how worried he truly should've been, swinging in his little cub scout uniform, too proud of it to change out even when just going out to play. With a red neckerchief carefully tied around his neck, the shorts leaving plenty of juicy thigh out and showing off his plump ass, the boy practically looked like a perfect tiny present with a bow on top, just waiting for someone to come along and unwrap him, something the grinning man in the shadows was more than happy to do. 

Stepping out of his hiding spot, already seeing a few of the people around the park glancing in his direction with worried looks, Death pulled his hood down and opened up his cloak, revealing his mostly nude body. The wolf's knotted and girthy shaft bobbed up and down in tandem with his steps as he marched towards the playground, flinging drops of precum all over the place as a steady stream of the musky and clear fluid drooled from the tip of his canine shaft, licking his lips as he approached the unaware cub from behind. Not noticing the nervous and scared looks the rest of the park goers were shooting in his direction, or how all the other kids just scattered away from him as soon as they spotted what was coming, Nick continued swaying on the swing with a big smile on his face, laughing as he enjoyed the wind in his face, suddenly stopped in place as he bumped into something as he was swinging back. Glancing over his shoulder, the red fox was frightened to see the grey wolf towering over him, staring down at him with a mischievous grin, naked and rock hard. Shocked by the sight of the stranger, the boy froze on the spot for a moment, his hands gripping the ropes of the swing as his eyes ran from the man's piercing gaze, to his muscular chest, and finally down to his girthy and dripping manhood, gulping as his tail shivered nervously. Death stayed silent and still as well, curious to see what the intimidated cub might do, staring down at the kit with a smirk, enjoying the way the quivering fox was eyeing up his cock. Finally able to at least mostly recover from the shock of seeing Death and regain control of his legs, Nick immediately hopped off of the swing and tried running away, barely able to take a single step before the man grabbed him by the nape of his neck, squealing and kicking as he was lifted up off of the ground, swaying helplessly in the air as he whimpered, terrified as he watched the red eyed wolf pulling out one of the sickles. Nick closed his eyes and held his hands over his face as he saw the man raising the sickle in the air, holding his breath as the man laughed, yelping as he just barely felt the ice cold blade brushing up against his fur. With practiced precision, Death swung his sickle and cut the cub's clothes right off of the little fox, leaving Nick unharmed as the cub scout uniform fell onto the ground in shreds, leaving the boy stark naked save for the red neckerchief still wrapped around the cub's neck. Flinching as he felt his clothes getting ripped off, Nick peeked out from behind his hands to see himself fully exposed, instantly letting out a shy whine as he tried his best to cover himself up, squeezing his legs together and hiding his family jewels behind his hand, blushing hard as he looked around to see people staring at him from all sides, getting a chuckle from the wolf still dangling him in the air. 

Tucking his sickle back onto its strap, Death brought his little toy over to a picnic table off to the side of the playground, enjoying how many people were watching and gasping in horror as he tossed the yelping boy down. Immediately trying to scamper away, Nick felt his heart skipping a beat as the man moved at lightning speeds, pinning him on his back against the table, a hand squeezing around his neck as he curled up, whimpering as the wolf leaned in close, giving him an uncomfortably close look at his kidnapper’s sharp fangs. Eager to get to breaking down the little kit he'd snatched up, but wanting to start off small rather than just toss the cub right into the deep end, Death spread the boy's legs apart, holding the kid down as he thoroughly inspected the fox's junk. Nick glanced down at what the man was doing, going bright red in embarrassment as he saw, and felt, the wolf gently playing with his tiny sack, grimacing and biting his lip as Death gingerly rolled and massaged his balls, kneading his sheath until his dick started to poke out. When compared to the tall wolf's impressive girth, Nick's own red rocket was barely even worth mentioning, just about the size of one of Death's fingers even when fully stiff, his knot at its thickest paling in comparison to even just the kidnapper’s shaft. The size difference only made the entire thing that much more humiliating to the young kit, fidgeting about anxiously as he looked around, spotting both adults and other kids alike ogling at him being fondled and molested on the picnic table, all of them seeing him naked, forced naked and erect by the wolf, his cocklet pointing up towards the much larger manhood twitching right over his crotch, spilling precum onto his belly and thighs. Grinning as the red fox wriggled around on the table, Death slowly jerked the boy off, pinching the cub's cock with two fingers and rubbing the much smaller shaft, pulling the sheath back as far as it would go while caressing and cupping the kid's sack with his other fingers, relishing the mortified and embarrassed look on Nick's face as he inspected his latest servant. 

Grabbing both of the cub's ankles with one hand, Death lifted the kit's legs high above Nick, leaning his head down and nuzzling his snout right against the boy's rump, shoving the fox's fluffy tail out of the way with his nose as he spread the kid's ass cheeks apart, getting a good look at the adorable little pink pucker hidden between. Unable to see what exactly the man was up to after Death's face disappeared under his flank, able to just try to peek between his legs with a tense, sheepish frown on his face, Nick gasped as he suddenly felt something wet and warm against his tailhole, immediately tensing up and clenching his pucker as his tail shot up, his toes curling up and an intense shiver running up his entire body. The wolf grinned at the kit's reaction, keeping the cub's ass cheeks spread out as he slapped his tongue against the boy's asshole again, rubbing and swabbing at the twitching hole as the kid kept moaning uncomfortably, unable to stay still as his tongue teased the sensitive hole, threatening to slip inside as he kept pushing harder and harder. Looking around as he felt the wolf's slobber soaking into the fur surrounding his rear, Nick saw plenty of people staring at him, though none were brave, or foolish, enough to actually try helping him, content to just watch from a distance as the big canine continued to tease him. Groaning as the man played with his tailhole, Nick's squeals reached a new level as Death's tongue finally slithered into his clenched asshole, his back arching off of the picnic table as his dick gave a hard twitch, his legs scrambling in the air as the wolf's tongue reached deep inside of his tight pucker. The little red fox tried to keep from moaning too loudly by cupping a hand over his muzzle, whimpering and panting against his palm as the rapist ate out his tailhole, forcing his cocklet to stiffen up to full size, all in front of a crowd of onlookers. 

Before the boy could get used to and comfortable with having his tailhole getting rimmed in front of an entire crowd of people, Death quickly decided to switch things up a little. Pulling his snout out of the cub's rear, the wolf quickly licked at his wet lips before standing upright, grabbing onto his knot as he shuffled right up to the little kit he laid out flat on the table, slapping his cock right onto the cub's belly with a smug smile. Grunting lightly as the weighty and lengthy manhood plopped on top of him, Nick suddenly found himself staring right down at the quivering shaft, gulping as the tip of it hovered just in front of his snout. Big globs of pre oozed onto his chest, soaking into his fur and marking him with the musky scent of the rapist who'd just claimed him, leaving him very nervous about what the adult had in mind for him next, his tailhole still feeling rather raw after getting a tongue shoved up there without any warming. Grabbing onto the back of the cub's head, Death grinned as he leaned closer and began to rub his cock against the boy's face, smearing precum all over the fox's cheeks and muzzle as he laughed, 
“Like the scent~?”
Though it was slightly difficult for the boy to even breathe, every inhale leading to a slight cough as the overpowering manly scent of the wolf pushed into his nostrils, Nick had to admit that there was a certain attractiveness to the smell, even if it really wasn't enough to make the experience a pleasant one. Trying to hold his breath as the man kept rubbing the twitching cock against his face, unable to look away or squirm free, Nick watched as the shaft pulled back by just a few inches while the bigger canine chuckled, 
“Here's something a little stronger~”
Before the kit could brace himself, a stream of yellow piss suddenly arced from the tip of the wolf's dick, splattering right on his chest as he flinched, blushing hard as he felt the steaming hot piss soaking into his fur, the scent of it hitting him just moments later. Keeping the boy securely pinned down, Death made sure to cover just about every inch of the young fox's body with his aromatic nectar, giving the cub's face a quick drizzle before aiming his cock down at the kit's lower half, showering the boy's crotch and stiff dicklet with his urine as he laughed. Knowing full well that dozens of eyes were on him, watching him get pissed on like a fire hydrant at a dog park, Nick didn't even dare look around him as he got drenched with the man's pee, groaning and shivering as his fur grew wet and heavy with the torrent. 

Continuing to soak the helpless boy with his golden shower until his bladder was nice and empty, Death sighed as he shook off the last few droplets of piss from his cock, taking a look at the soaked kit, sure that his new property now knew his proper place. Done with humiliating the kid, the wolf was getting impatient to actually try out the cub's holes, grabbing hold of the fox as his cock gave a hard throb. Nick squeaked as he was rolled around onto his belly, bent over the side of the picnic table, his legs dangling down as a hand slammed down against his back to hold him in place, another grabbing hold of his tail to lift it out of the way. Death nuzzled the tip of his dick between the cub's ass cheeks, feeling the hole he'd already lubed up and stretched lightly with his tongue, poking against it as he smirked, watching the little kit squirm nervously as he teased the boy, leaving his slave guessing when he'd finally just punch inside. Waiting with bated breath, his claws digging into the surface of the table as he whimpered and closed his eyes, Nick shrieked as the wolf finally rammed into his virginal tailhole, several loud gasps from the audience accompanying the rapist's delighted moan as the fox's asshole stretched over the girthy shaft. Cramming his cock as deep as he could get it, ignoring the cub's pained cries and the clenching trying to keep his dick out, Death yanked the boy down on his pole harder than before, bucking hard enough against the tiny kit's rear to cause the entire picnic table to clatter. Kicking and screaming, Nick tried to endure the agony of having a very well endowed adult wolf stuffed up his pucker with nothing but a few minutes of rimming to prepare for it, tears flowing down his face as he trembled from head to toe, every thrust from the kidnapper accompanied by yet another squeal from him as he howled in pain. 

Grunting almost as loudly as the boy trapped under him, Death panted with a devilish smile on his face as he crammed his shaft deeper into the cub, stretching out the hole as his knot parted the kid's ass cheeks apart, threatening to tie the wailing kit as people all around watched in horror. Grimacing and gritting his teeth, Nick felt the man's knot at his entrance, his teary eyes going wide in panic as the wolf growled into his ear, 
“Ready~?”
Before Nick could answer, the rapist had already slammed the knot into his tailhole, gaping his asshole wide open as the boy's mouth hung in a silent scream, the air knocked out of his lungs as he nearly blacked out right then and there. Death leaned his head back in bliss as his knot plunged into the cub's tight hole, his entire length quivering as he began to pump the kid full of his seed, feeling the little fox's belly bulging out from the volume of cum he was spewing out, moaning while giving the cub's ass a hard slap, yanking on the younger canine's tail as his balls twitched. Before he'd even finished emptying his sack, Death grabbed onto the base of his cock, planting another hand on the boy's rump before yanking hard, popping his knot free of the screaming kit as he huffed, slapping it onto Nick's back to paint the red fox's fur white as he stared at the gaped and creampied tailhole, raw and bruised from the abuse he'd given it. With a smirk, Death put his abilities to use, snapping his fingers and watching as Nick's abused asshole shrunk down, returning to its virginal state, as if the boy hadn't just taken a girthy knot in it seconds ago. Shivering at the odd sensation of having his anal virginity returned to him, still whimpering and sobbing at the stinging in his rear, the cub drenched in cum glanced over his shoulder to see the wolf still rock hard, cum dripping from the tip as Death's red eyes stared into his, 
“Ready for round two~?”

For hours and hours, Nick was raped and pounded against the picnic table in all sorts of positions, on his back with his legs high in the air at one time and bouncing on the wolf's lap at another. The hours began to melt together, feeling more like days and weeks to the exhausted little kit, losing track of time as cum gushed from his asshole and his mouth, filled to the brim from both ends. In between every pounding, Death made sure to restore the kid's body back to its original state, before he'd laid a finger on the cub, getting to experience snatching the boy's virginity from him again and again, always just as tight as he'd been in the beginning. After getting knotted and creampied a dozen times in a row, Nick actually began to feel something odd, almost as if he was actually beginning to enjoy the experience. The boy's cries calmed down into just the occasional whimper and gasp, his little cocklet going as stiff as a diamond as his tailhole was abused, instinctively leaning into the big wolf's thrusting as he moaned with a blush. Nick wasn't sure whether he was actually getting used to having his asshole played with, or was just coping better with the pain of it after being railed for so long with absolutely no breaks, but he couldn't deny the effect it was having on his body, a near constant drizzle of pre streaming from the tip of his shaft as he was tied again and again. One final load up his tailhole was enough to push Nick over the edge, squeaking as his snug pucker stretched out over the man's knot, feeling a gush of cum shooting up his ass as he climaxed, cumming hands free while moaning in ecstasy, spraying the picnic table with little ropes as the wolf grinned at his dazed and disoriented look. With his cock still buried balls deep in the boy, Death decided he'd broken the kit in enough to whisk Nick away to his realm, to serve as his slave for the rest of eternity. Letting the drooling cub dangle off of his knot, the wolf simply snapped his fingers and disappeared along with the kid, leaving behind only torn clothes and a big puddle of cum, all the people that had been watching the pair jumping back in shock. Though on the verge of passing out, trembling as Death's girth continued pumping him full of cum, Nick couldn't help but to smile as he was taken away, knowing he'd get to service the man's dick every day.