“Ugh!!” A bored lemur spun around in his leather computer chair. Spring break was just around the corner and all his friends were heading out to explore some of the formally forbidden pred territories. Lekko was left behind due to spending more time exploring online than paying attention to his grades. The sixteen-year-old lemur sighed as the chair stopped in front of his computer screen. Both his parents were gone for vacation as well, leaving their son home with very strict orders. No friends over, every missed assignment was to be completed, they even disabled all the tv’s just so the teen would focus on his school work. What they forgot was to limit his internet usage. Bored with by the third page of Algebra the young boy switched on his computer screen and opened a link to his favorite website, The Art of Prey, a site completely devoted to the age-old notion some furs were just born to be eaten. 

The teen typed in his login name;  FoxmurrMeats, and his password. Murring he leaned back in his chair as he flipped through the pages of sexy fantasy preds till he reached the page devoted to art. His left paw slipped between his legs fondling the sizable bulge in his boxers. He just casually cycled through the pictures rubbing his crotch till one caught his eye. It was a fox lying on his back, strapped to his crotch was a slow cooker, inside of which the fox’s cock and shaved balls simmered in a broth alongside various vegetables. The lemur murred softly and grunted when he noticed at the bottom of the post was a link to a recipe.  Blushing Lekko clicked the link and slipped his paw past the loose band giving his cock a good squeeze. His cheeks blushed bright red as the recipe loaded on his screen.

     Stewed Fox Meats

Ingredients:

1  Red Onion
3 Large Carrots
3 Stalks of Celery
2  Cups of Diced Shiitake Mushrooms
2 Cups of Red Wine
1 Clove of Garlic
3 Tablespoons of Butter
1 Large Tomato
1 Chile Pepper
2 Tablespoons of Chopped Oregano
1 Tablespoon of Chopped Parsley
1 Teaspoon of Worcestershire Sauce
1 Plump Fox Cock
1 Set of Fox-Balls

Prep Time: Two Days
Cook Time: Five Hours
Serves 2

Even before Lekko got to the end of the recipe his boxers were tugged down, his paw rubbing at his sheath. Moaning the teenager’s long eight-inch member slipped out into the cool spring air. “Oh Fuck!” The teen moaned stroking his member lightly with one paw as his other scrolled through the recipe.  Panting Lekko stroked his cock from the horse-like flare at the tip all the way down to the small canine knot at the base. The knot itself a dead giveaway the lemur wasn’t a purebred but had a tiny bit of fox in his genetic makeup. The foxmurr bit at his lip as moved up and down his slender shaft squeezing behind the knot in a fake tie. Below the hybrid’s cock, his white sack filled with two egg sized lemur balls. 

As he continued to masturbate to the image of the cooking fox parts his balls pulled up close to his body, the tip of his flared cock shuddered as the male neared orgasm. Just as he gripped the thin connective tissue behind his knot tugging it up in a canine tie the phone next to him rang.  Startled, the boy let go of his cock and whimpered as he fumbled for the cheap cell phone his parents paid for. “Hello?” he shuddered as on the other end was his mother making sure he was still working on homework. As he hung up he looked down and bite his lip.

“Oh fuck!” The whole time he had been reassuring his parental unit his cock continued where his paw left off. It leaked out pump after pump of boy juice more than a normal orgasm as it kept flooding out. The boy whined he knew he didn’t orgasm but still he was losing cum fast, and there wasn’t even a pleasurable feeling. The sticky mess pooled between his legs making a disaster of his carpet. Lekko whined and reached down squeezing his drained balls. Each one slightly smaller than normal and squishy to the touch. “Damn it!” the youth swore, the first time the boy could paw off in a week and it was ruined by an untimely call from his mother. Even a hundred miles away she could ruin his sex life.  

Lekko sighed knowing it would be a day or two before he built up enough to enjoy cumming again. He rolled his chair through the puddle as he continued to drip, till he was close to his keyboard again. Blushing he finished reading the steps for the recipe, stopping as his eyes focused on a bold link. It seemed to call to his half sex focused brain. Blushing he clicked on the link and after a second a blank email came up. The boy took a deep breath and started to type.

To:  HungryForYouCoon@Pred.Chat
Subject: Stewed Fox Meat

  Hello, I just found your recipe. I found it very hot, I was wondering if it would work with a lemur fox? If so would you change anything? If it can’t work how would you cook a lemur hybrid lemur? Anyways loved the recipe, hope you keep cooking more amazing meals.

Lekko (Hybrid fox/lemur)

Lekko blushed as he pressed send can’t believing he committed the biggest rule bust he could in his family. Under no circumstance was anybody ever to willingly contact an active pred. The lemur family tried very very hard to stay off the menu all the while hiding the fact they had a bit predator in the family lines. Only one lemur out of every third generation showed any sign of fox blood, and Lekko drew the short end of the stick. The foxmurr looked down and sighed his cock had shriveled back into his sheath and after the massive load he leaked out of his balls felt like shriveled up plums. Feeling exhausted the teen stood up tried his best to clean up his mess then flopped on his bed falling fast asleep, his dreams filled big wolves trapping and cooking him in their den. 

Lekko woke and stretched his lanky body before getting up and sitting back at his desk. Yawning the teen pulled out his homework. Just as Lekko opened his math book a beep from his desktop easily distracted the teen from the tedious task of equations. “Ohh what’s this?”  The lemur youth clicked the message and nearly blushed to death.

To: FoxmurrMeats@Prey.Chat
Subject: Re Stewed Fox Meats

Hello, FoxmurrMeats I’m glad you enjoyed the little recipe. To answer your question I would have to see your “Meats” before I could tell you. However, I do have quite a few recipes for your kind. Various stews, a pot roast, and my personal favorite Hickory Molasses Lemur Paws. They turn out a lot like chicken wings, not that you would know what that tastes like. 

Stay crispy HungryForYouCoon

The lemur fox gasped, the pred had actually responded and wanted to continue. Blushing as he looked down his teen prick was already at full mast dribbling pre. The youth reached down and gently squeezed his balls and sighed. They were still small and squishy to the touch. With a disappointed sigh, Lekko scooted his seat out and walked to the kitchen for breakfast.

Lekko dug around a cabinet hoping to find something other than more veggies. “Now where did I hide that can of meat substitute?” The hybrid frowned, he knew he stashed a couple cans deep in the back for the times he was along. Being part carnivore in a family of herbivores had its drawbacks. The main of which was random meat cravings. 

Several fruitless minutes of searching later and Lekko gave up. Sighing the teen pulled out a saute pan and set it on the stove. “Looks like veggies and fruits again,” Lekko muttered as he eyed a bundle of carrots bound together by a rubber band. 

Something tickled the back of his mind, seeing those bundled veggies, his mind couldn't help but see his bits all trussed up. "Fuuuuck!" Lekko looked around and snatched the carrots, tugged off the rubber band, and tossed the veggies on the table for later. Can't believe I'm doing this," The foxmurr exhaled as he slipped the rubber band over his suddenly rock hard cock. One paw held the band open as his other shoved his balls through one at a time.

"Here goes!" The teen winced as he let the band snap around the base of his sweetmeats. Lekko panting reached setting the frying pan on the stove. He heated the skillet till it was skillet was warm, not hot, but a pleasant temp.  He dropped the carrots into the pan then rushed to his bedroom. 

"I can't believe I'm gonna do this!" the foxmurr blushed as he returned, a small video camera in one paw. The teen dragged a chair over and climbed up. He set up the camera up, angling the lens to point at the simmering carrots. With a deep breath, the foxmurr grabbed his rising erection in one paw. Slowly he reached over and pressed record as he started to stroke his paw over his rod. Leaning forward Lekko winced as the heat was a bit much as he pawed his sausage right inches over the cooking veggies.

Huffing as the heat warmed his cock to the bone, Lekko lost himself in the fantasy of his cock simmering along with the carrots. So wrapped up in the fantasy he didn't notice as he dipped closer and closer to the hot pan. So close the tip of his meat hovered just above the steaming pile of cooked veg. Drops of precum dripped down, sizzling as they hit the hot food. The young teen kept stroking his paw over his banded cock squeezing out a few more clear drops of foxmurr seasoning.

"MMM That smells good," Lekko murmured as a nose tingling smell roused the boy from his afterglow. "YOAW!!!!" Lekko jerked backward off the stool as it finally hit him. He had been pressing his dick against the carrots and that wonderful smell was coming from his own dick.

"Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck!" The foxmurr panicked, sliding the rubber band off quickly and rolled on the floor groping his singed cock. The smell of burned flesh filled the teen's nostrils as he frantically inspected his member. Sighing when he only found a small patch of red on the tip of his cock he sighed in relief. His member would hurt for awhile but wasn't cooked. The teen pushed himself back up and chided himself as he turned off the stove setting his meal on a plate then turned off the camera.

Did all that get recorded? Lekko thought as he sat down to eat. While munching down on foxmurr flavored carrots the teen replayed the footage of his cock's close demise. Blushing as he watched the teen whimpered as he saw the exact moment his flared tip hit the hot vegetables.  After finishing his food and dumping his plate into the sink Lekko slunk back to his bedroom and plugged the camera into the computer's one open USB slot.

"Well might as well make somebody happy," Lekko muttered as he whimpered. By the angry red look of his cock head, he wouldn't get to paw off for a good while. He logged into the pred chat, his long fluffy tail curled protecting his hurting genitals as he started to upload the video file. The teen chewed on his lip trying to ignore the dull ache between his legs as he started to type.

To:  HungryForYouCoon@Pred.Chat
Subject: Almost Cooked.

Well, you wanted to see my bits so I made a video for you but I almost went too far. I got so caught up with thinking about my cock being cooked it almost happened. But then again you would like that probably. Anyways enjoy, I know I won't be pawing off for weeks.

Lekko (Hybrid fox/lemur)

The teen sighed and leaned back in his chair he just couldn't get the smell of his cock almost roasting out of his head. It was going to be a long two weeks till his parents came home if he couldn't masturbate at all. He started to work on his homework poking at the complex math problems till he started to doze off.  When he woke his chat flashed green. It just wasn't a message but an invite to a private cam. He clicked it and adjusted his cam to point at his face.

"Why hello there tasty thing." The face of a chubby raccoon appeared on his monitor. The face grinned showing off his sharp omnivore teeth to the nervous youth. "It's good to finally see you prey."

Lekko gulped, his first face to with a pred. His lemur instinct shouted at him run, hide, get away but the tiny bit of fox in him was intrigued. "Um hello, I'm Lekko. Did you like the video? I'm so sorry the angle was soo off." Lekko shook blushing bright red as that coon gave back a very hungry stare.

"Yes, I did. Looked very tasty and you were very into it. If you really want to make an authentic shoot I have plenty of equipment. " The coon smiled softly at the worried little prey.

"I-I don't know. Would it be just a photo shoot?" Lekko whimpered more in pain as his black meat throbbed, hard as steel despite the angry red burn under the flared tip. The boy squirmed in his chair as the raccoon's green eyes seemed to only look at him as a slab of meat to be carved up. It scared the hell out of him but, deep down it excited him on a whole new level.

"Sure, if you want."

"Oh ok. Where at?" Lekko asked his tail frozen in a mix of excitement and fear.

"We don't we just do it your place?" 

"Well, wouldn't it be odd for a pred to be in a prey area?"

"Technically I'm classed as an omnivore as long as I eat fruit and veggies nobody will bat an eye." 

"Ok um, my address is 1354 West Red Lake Prey Block 5" Lekko nervously bit his lip. He had actually invited a confirmed predator into his family's home. If he was caught he would be in huge trouble, or worse he could be eaten. He shivered and moaned his dick throbbing hard as hell.

"Wow! That's not far I can over there in a jiffy." The coon smiled and clicked off his leaving the lemur to stare at the call disconnected screen on his computer. The youth panicked, his paw reaching out for the phone. His brain shouted at him to call the authorities but his fingers just couldn't press the buttons. The fox-lemur didn't know how long he sat there, poised upon calling for help when he heard the door open and close. 

"Hello? Lekko are you home?"

The boy shivered as he heard steps leading from the living room to the kitchen, then finally up the stairs leading to his room. "Oh, crap. Oh, Crap." The teen whined as the phone dropped out of his paw. The doorknob rattled and the door creaked open.

"Ah, here you are cute thing." A tall coon stepped into the room smiling. His belly was ample and covered by a plain black shirt. His legs were covered by a pair of khaki pants. His big bushy ringed tail was adorned by a bandana with a pain pawprint.   

"Oh! Hi!" Lekko nervously responded, quite in shock that there really was a meat eater in his bedroom.

"Well, shall we get started? I'm very eager to get acquainted."  The coon smiled, his fur was the typical grays and browns of his species. Nothing to really to describe to the police should he survive. The raccoon smiled and opened a briefcase he was carrying then started setting up a high-end camera. 

"Ok!" Lekko squeaked watching the pred very close as he aimed the lens onto the boy's bed. He epped as the big raccoon walked over and murred as he spotted the foxmurr's now sagging member. The teen epped blushing as he quickly covered his parts with his fluffy ringed tail.

"Now now don't be shy, after all, I'm gonna get real cozy with those. Would you, please get on the bed." The adult's tone was firm but kind.

Lekko blushed and kept his tail protectively over his meat as he scooted over to his bed. He clambered up, his face deep red as his heart thumped against his chest in a terrified rhythm.His head pounded with the sound of his blood pumping as you laid down, untucking his tail so the camera could get a good view of his black cock and hefty balls.

"That's a good boy," The coon praised the Lekko as he stood behind the camera. Raising his paw the raccoon made an OK sign with his fingers as he snapped a few pictures. "Hmm, something's not right!" The coon frowned studying the hybrid.

"What what isn't right?" Lekko shivered, his whole body going cold as the only exit was blocked be the large meat-eating adult.  His paws covered his lightly furred sac, cupping his squishy eggs as the coon walked over.

"No no this will not do! You can't can't properly show off with that nasty burn." The raccoon sighed as his paw manipulated Lekko's limp sausage to get a better look. "You are lucky I brought some burn balm with me. But, it will be several days before you  will be healed enough to try again."

"So you'll come back then?" The teen blushed as he felt the warm paws explore his limp noodle then travel down squeezing at his pouch. "Hey Hey, not so hard down there. They are really sensitive!"

"I'm disappointed, you must have pawed recently. These aren't nearly as firm as I hoped they would be. Much too soft and squishy."

Lekko whined, "I did before I sent you the message yesterday." The teen hybrid's tail hung in shame. "I get so horny even after a day with not pawing off. My nuts swell up and start to ache badly." 

"Oh?" The coon chuckled softly to himself as he let the prey's meats drop back onto the soft bed as he walked over to his briefcase. after a moment of digging around the raccoon pulled out a small jar filled a white cream. As he opened the lid and dipped two fingers inside Lekko's paw started to stroke at his soft member whimpering at the pain.

"NO! Bad boy!" The pred set the jar down and slapped Lekko's paw.

"Ow!!" Lekko nursed his paw and whined as his photographer rubbed the cold cream under his flared head. The first few seconds made the prey squirm as it was soo cold. But, the coon's fingers were ever so gentle and after a few passes, the cream's numbing agent started to hold. As the caring pred worked Lekko's cock plumped up, becoming thick and had in the coon's paw. The cold emptiness spread down his cock making the teen wonder if it was the same feeling after having his cock cooked up.

"There that looks way better." The coon smiled squeezing the firm meat throbbing in his paw. The singed tip glistened with clear pre as the coon paw teased it. "Don't worry the numbness will wear off pretty fast. It just helps with the healing."

"Yeah, healing. Does that mean I can't cum till it heals?" Lekko wiggled on the bed, being this close to a hungry predator excited the hell out of him. 
“That is right.” The raccoon pondered the young prey on the bed as he returned to digging through his bag. “We won’t be able to get any tasty sweet meat shots for a while but we can do other poses.”

“Like what?” Lekko’s heart fluttered and skipped a beat.

“Hmm well the easiest pose would be a classic roast. Just a few simple props added to heighten the believability of the photo.” The raccoon smiled as he explained such dangerous positions to his prey as if they were an everyday practice.

“Oh ok,” Lekko shuffled on the bed crouching on all fours placing his paws behind his back. His nose dipped into the soft fabric while the teen’s rump raised up, resting on his ankles. “Like this?”

“Perfect! Except missing a couple things.” The photographer walked over, his holding a metal collar and rope. With a loud click the collar was clipped around the teen’s neck. As the coon worked the rope through a small loop on the collar Lekko whined.

“Tooo Tight. Hard to breath!”

“It’s just right to keep you from escaping.” The coon spoke as bound the roast’s wrists tight together. With a paw he grabbed the meat’s soft tail, pulling it over the teen’s back and securing it to the collar. 

“Wait wha!!” Lekko whines and wiggles pulling and tugging at his bonds. “GRGH!!” The foxmurr gave up as the more he struggled the tighter the pressure around his neck got. “Let me go I I really don’t want this!”

“Nope you wanted an authentic video and now that I have prey in my reach not letting go till my belly is full.” 

The boy opened his muzzle to shout out for help but not a sound came out. His numb cock stabbed into the bed rock solid despite having no feeling. Lekko panicked trying to shout, to scream so that neighbors, a family of bunnies could hear him and call for help. It was just the same as the phone, his vocal cords was frozen in the age old run or fucking hell this is hot reflex.

The raccoon sensing danger stepped in looking around. Seeing only the boy’s boxers on the floor he balled the undergarments and shoved it into the boy’s gaping muzzle. ‘Damn that was close. I must be getting rusty’” the raccoon mumbled as he headed out into the kitchen to find something more photogenic than dirty boy boxers.  

Lekko whimpered trapped on the bed, gagging on his boxers’ tasting of his own spunk. Still as his heart thumped, feeling like it was gonna bust through his ribs and do a jig, his numbed sausage twitched leaking pre. His balls swelling up at the sheer hotness of being prey for a real predator. His big eyes never left the camera, shining with a mix of true fear and wanting, no NEEDING this. 

The teen’s head lifted watching as his captor came back into the room. Lekko’s eyes widened, in the coon’s paw he saw a perfectly ripe mango. His muzzle salivated into his boxers, his eyes locked into that rare and delicious fruit. “Where the fuck was that?” he whined softly, cursing his brother who probably brought it back from his trip overseas. He gasped as the pred pulled the dirty undies out of the teen’s muzzle.

“Mango?” The sweet scent of the fruit drove the boy crazy.

“Little meat want?” the coon teased as Lekko hypnotized tried to take a bite. As the trapped meat opened his muzzle the coon pushed the fruit inside.

“GAGH!!!” The lemurfox gagged as the fruit was larger than his muzzle. With a whimper he tried to swallow the fruit, but his pred wouldn’t allow it. Instead the fruit was pulled out just enough to clear his throat. The raccoon slammed the prey’s muzzle closed, sinking the hybrid’s semi-sharp teeth the fruit’s firm “meat.” As the mango blood seeped out of the bite marks the pred and prey couldn’t help but have the almost the same thoughts.

“Do prey really have feelings?” Ran through Lekko’s mind.

“I wonder if that fruit feels fear like prey?” Pondered the raccoon. 

Either answer eluded the two furs, as the hungry male predator regained his focus. The prey however was still lost in the high of capturing is prized kill. Its “blood” poured down the foxmurr’s throat as the raccoon stood behind the camera. He watched the boymeat squirm on the bed as he looked through the lens.

“There we go that is a good pose. The pred chat is gonna just eat you up.”

“MMPGH!” Lekko mumbled through his juicy gag, his eyes pleading for help as the professional predator captured the prey’s tastiness on film. Each shot of wiggling, pleading eyes, and the juicy mango gag was pure perfection, worthy of the most elite of cook books. After an hour of photo shots the pred’s stomach started to rumble. 

“Stay here tasty prey,” the pred teased as he packed the camera back into its cas and headed out to rummage around Lekko’s kitchen.

The sun started to rise by the time the raccoon returned, munching on an apple. The teen long ago had fallen asleep. His cock throbbing, more from the need of release than the burn over the tip. The raccoon smiled, his belly rumbling in approval of the delicious looking hybrid prey. The cute meal moaned in its sleep as the raccoon watched for a brief moment. While the prey slept the raccoon untied the teen and gently worked the pit of the mango out of his muzzle.

“Hmm?” Lekko mumbled as he started to wake. Yawning the boy stretched out the kinks from his overnight bondage. Murring he moaned, a pleasant smell tickled his nose. Rubbing at his eyes the hungry youth sat up. Laid out in front of him was a plate of hot food. Familiar veggies accompanied something new and strange. Whatever it was made his muzzle water, as he ate the raccoon watched. 

“Enjoying that?” The pred smirked as he watched as the eager teen devoured the breakfest. 

“Mhm!” Lekko nodded and mumbled with his muzzle full of food. 

“Good that wasn’t easy to come by mouse meat is very rare where I come from.” The raccoon grinned as Lekko stopped chewing. His mouth hung open, a pepper hanging out. Slowly he swallowed.

“Mouse meat?” The boy meeped out, staring at the previously unidentifiable ingredient.

“Yep mouse meat. To be exact mouse cock. Don’t worry the mouse is fine, and it was consensual. Just enjoy the flavor.” 

Lekko nodded as he dug into the food with a renewed vigor, each bite made him imagine his bits sizzling on a skillet. The raccoon watched, his muzzle wet as the soon to be meal scarfed down the meal. Lekko’s cock stiffened between his legs the more worked up from eating mouse meat. It wasn’t long before the plate was clean as the raccoon took the dishes away. Lekko laid back rubbing his belly happily.

“Oh that was soo much better than a can of meat substitute!” He belched and moaned as his member throbbed, twitching against his belly. Thin strands of arousal stained Lekko’s fur as he basked in his first real predatory meal. 

“Yes these seem ready to start now,” The raccoon muttered as he inspected the teen’s bits. The scorch mark was barely noticeable. Lekko moaned as his captor’s paws stroked over his meat, the teen whined and bucked his hips. Already it seemed like forever since he last shot his load.

“Start what?”  Lekko panted between between moans as the pred dragged his fingers around the edges of the flared cock head. The lemur hybrid squirmed as the raccoon tugged on the boy’s member. Lekko felt his arousal well up with each jerk of the raccoon’s soft paws.

“It’s time to start preparing my meat,” he explained as he cupped the foxmurr’s pouch.

Lekko gulped and pulled away weakly but his cock only throbbed harder. A lump formed at the base of his throat preventing any sounds louder than squeak as his balls were given a firm squeeze. Laying back, Lekko watched as the hungry pred lowered his muzzle over his cock, his body froze spellbound by the predator. “Ohhh! I....” The hybrid’s words faltered as his brain tried to process the warmth of the raccoon’s muzzle, the way the deadly sharp teeth dragged along his plump meat, or how his balls began to tingle from the raccoon’s light touch.

The raccoon’s muzzle bobbed up and down on the teen’s cock, as the foxmurr moaned appreciatively. Lekko laid back as comfortably as he could, letting his mind float in the hazy pleasure and sin of his first blow job. A blow job that could very well be his last. As frightening as that was, it did little to slow his hips from moving in time with the predator's muzzle. The teen’s chest rose and fell rapidly as the raccoon’s tongue tasted the young flesh.

“Ungh!!” Lekko cried out, his body tensing as the older male teased the growing knot at the base of his prey’s member. The pair remained locked together, raccoon nose to lemur crotch for several heart beats. Time seemed to slow for Lekko as the hungry predator pulled up, his muzzle tightly wrapped around the hybrid’s knot. 

The teen writhed and squirmed on the bed, his body burning with pleasure as his need to release  built. His loins twitched in the predator's jaws, the tip of his meat glistened with teen juices. The raccoon gently cupped the lemur's tight quivering balls. He could feel all that warm pent up seed bubbling inside them, struggling to escape.  He could tell the boy wanted to cum, he could taste the neediness of his prey.  The boy's eggs were nice and firm, perfectly ripe for harvesting.  He figured he'd better stop teasing for a minute, let the boy rest up.  Maybe just a bit more teasing right before they come off, he thinks to himself.   

The foxmur pants, his eyes closed as he pushes his hips up in a daze.  The raccoon looks up , tasting his slick pre oozing out easily and pulls off with a wet pop!'  "mmm~  Tasty.  How ya feelin?  Ready to pop?"  

Lekko dazedly opens his eyes, coming back to reality slowly, "H-huh?  Why'd- uh huh!  Keep going!"

"Keep going?  Sure!  I’ll keep on going making dinner.”  He grins and giggles to himself, "Oh I plan on it!  Now tell me, what's tastier on a plate, drained balls or full balls?"

"Uhm.. well, in the stories they say balls full of juice."

"That's right!  We want to see what those balls of yours are going to look like on a plate all full, right?  So, what comes next?"

"Well.. I was thinking, more of what we were doing..."

"More of.. on, trust me, that's EXACTLY where it's going to go, very soon.  Now, what do we have to do next?  Ah yes!  Get the pan heated up."  

The raccoon hops up and heads to the stovetop, putting an assortment of oils and veggies into a pan, setting the temperature to low heat. Lekko followed him into the kitchen as the raccoon mulled over what spices to use. “Darn it I don’t know how to season your meat!” He fumed at his unpreparedness as his ears alerted him to the not so stealthy teen walking in and sitting at the table. 

“Season my meat?” Lekko asked, curiosity burned bright in his eye. It was still all surreal to the lemur-fox. Here he had just been blown by a predator, and now he was sitting at the table asking him about seasonings. 

“Oh yes, if you were pure fox, I would would use seasonings like black pepper, cumin, garlic, or thyme, to mute the gamey flavor a bit.” The raccoon stirred the sizzling vegetables as he continued. “But I don’t want to cover up your mild prey taste as well.” 

Lekko nodded and thought hard on his taste. His member swelled and leaked onto the floor as he imanged his meat tasting like a roast pig or fried chicken. “Why don’t you try Mei Yen or Fennel? My mom uses both to enhance but not cover up some vegetable tastes.”

Tilting his head, the raccoon nodded as he stirred. “You know that just might work.” He moved the pan off the heat and set a small soup pot onto the burner. From his bag he poured out half a bottle of a red wine into the pot and covered it with a lid. “Ok time to get the meat ready.” The raccoon grinned as he pulled out a ball of cooking twine.

Scooting back the chair, Lekko moaned in excitement as the raccoon looped the twine around his pouch tightly. “Nice and tight!” The raccoon smirked as he rubbed a paw full of spice over the foxmurr’s meat. The teen squirmed in the chair as his cock began to sting. Finally the pawing stopped leaving the teen slumped and panting as the coon pred wrapped twine behind Lekko’s knot.

“It hurts!” The teen complained as the predator tied the prey’s arms and legs to the chair. 

“It will pass soon enough,” the raccoon explained. 

Lekko squirmed against the chair as his bits progressed from burning to a pleasant coolness. The teen watched as his bits turned dark colored as the raccoon stirred the boiling wine. After a few minutes the foxmurr couldn’t feel either his cock and balls.

“I I can’t feel anything down there! Is that normal?” Lekko squirmed as the raccoon approached, a knife in his paws.

“That is perfect. I’m sure you will feel something a moment though.” 

Lekko whimpered as the knife was pressed against his pouch, the coon’s other paw pulled the boy’s pouch out as far out as it would go. The teen gazed down at his meat as the raccoon drew the knife right across the pouch. A thin red followed the blade, Lekko whined seeing his blood but was surprised as all he felt was warm heat as the cut split open.

“There they are!” The coon pulled the slit open and slipped a finger behind the cords. Gently he slid the finger down, pulling the cords free from the connective tissues till he reached the teen’s left nut. 

“Oh god!” Lekko grunted as he felt the digging around in his sack as a punch to his gut. His heart raced as he couldn’t believe what was happening, as his first nut flopped into the open.

Thump!

Thump!

Lekko’s chest ached as his heart pounded against his ribcage. His nostrils flared as he huffed, grunting in discomfort as the raccoon exposed his other testicle, the cords stripped and bare to the air. 

“My these are a lovely pair of fruit. So ripe looking,” The raccoon teased as the teen gasped. 

“They are really gonna be cooked?” Lekko moaned, the pain in his gut fading as he watched the chef stand up and stir the cooking liquid.

“They are but first they need to be cleaned. The outer skin isn’t tasty at all, too chewy.” The raccoon returned kneeling between the foxmur’s legs. In one paw he held a moist rag. 

Lekko swallowed, his head dizzy. He knew this might happen, no probably would happen but it was all too real now. He could scream for all the good it would do. He was alone with a hungry meat eater, with nobody close by. Even if somebody did hear him, the pred could easily take what he wanted and be gone before rescue.

The coon wrapped a swollen cold lemur nut and started to rip the outer tunic from the meaty inside. Lekko screamed!! Despite the numbing from the prolonged tieing, the pain from his nut made him thrash. The predator repeated the stripping on the other berry leaving the two greyish orbs exposed.

“There there that wasn’t so bad was it?” The raccoon tossed the rag aside and twisted both orbs till they popped off. 

“GAHHH!!” Lekko sobbed watching his lemur balls plucked, still full of unspent seed. His chest burned as his prey instincts pumped his body full of adrenaline. The lemur’s cock however had other things in mind. Despite being tied and rubbed raw with seasonings, the tip dripped with the last remnants of his seed.

“Oh it looks like somebody is enjoying being served as dinner,” The raccoon chuckled as he dropped the teen tsticles into the pot of simmering sauce. 

“Nu nu,” Lekko whined, mentally screaming at his cock for enjoying being turned into food.

The pred returned to his prey, a knife in his paw. Lekko sobbed knowing what was going next into the pot. His cock was harder than it had ever been ashe felt a pinch in his sheath. Before he even knew it his once beloved member was lifted off his groin. The tip dripped clear as he watched it go in with his balls.  Looking down the emasculated foxmurr instantly regretted it. 

“Is that..... My.....?” The teen couldn’t finish his question as he stared at the bloody bone poking out of his sheath.

“Yep, that is your penis bone.” The racoon reached down and twisted, making the foxmurr squirm till the bone popped free. “There is not much use for it but it does make for a nice decoration. The pred set the bone on the table and returned to cooking, gently stirring the fresh lemur meats. 

Lekko choked down a wave of bile in his throat as he tore his gaze away from his torn groin. His nose twitched as he finally caught the scent of his cooking meat. The teen’s stomach twisted, unsure if it wanted to heave again or was hungry. After a minute it decided it the need for food was greater and continued to growl loudly.

The raccoon ignored the live prey meat as he tended to the delicate meal. The pred stirring, made sure the meat was well coated in the sauce. As the wine sauce started to bubble the chef added in the vegetables stirring before covering with a lid and reducing the heat to a simmer. 

“What are you going to do to me now?” Lekko squeaked as the raccoon turned his attention to him.

“I don't’ know. Could always take you home and cook the rest of you. That can get kinda messy, I have to remove all the inedible parts.” The coon grinned as he started to clean up the teen’s crotch. He trimmed and tied off the cords, tucking the stubs back into the pouch. With care he cleaned out the sheath leaving the former male a way to pee.

“Will that hurt?” Lekko shivered caught between the dream like now and the hazy before.

“Very much. So much more than what happened here.” He explained as the prey felt a sharp sting in the back of his neck.

“Wha......?” The foxmurr’s vision lost color before he blacked out, his last sensation was of being lifted and carried off.