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This was written last Halloween for someone who I do not remember now, not sure if I or he ever posted this but found it sitting in my files and decided it was time for others to see it. It is rather violent, dark, and gruesome as it contains an adult kangaroo forcing his joey to rape, castrate, torture, beat, and kill his best friends. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Here we have a dark story of a father passing on to his cub the fine art of torture, snuff, and rape. This was written last Halloween for someone who I do not remember now, not sure if I or he ever posted this but found it sitting in my files and decided it was time for others to see it. It is rather violent, dark, and gruesome as it contains an adult kangaroo forcing his joey to rape, castrate, torture, beat, and kill his best friends.  ", "writing": "The sounds of screams and crying coming from the basement had become normal for Owen as he walked down the hall. The first few times they had terrified him but as he got older his dad had let him watch and now he was excited, today his dad was going to let him join in. It was his first time being a man as his dad said, he just couldn’t wait and see what his daddy brought home today. Last week it had been a pair of tabby cat brothers that had been raped and forced to choke each other to death with their genitals. What made it even better tonight was Halloween so he would get to go out trick or treating afterwards.\n\n\tHe hesitated at the dark steps leading down to his father’s special room. He placed a paw at the custom made bone railing started down the long winding steps. His father had chosen the house because it had a wine cellar built deep underneath, making it a perfect location for his hobby. As the nine year old joey got farther down it grew colder and he could hear the little DRIP DRIP of condensation running down the old stones. \n\nShivering as it was nearly pitch black the kit kept his paw on the railing as he made the final few feet so he didn’t slip on the wet stone steps. A warm yellow glow came from under the heavy wooden door as it was pushed open. His dad’s trophy case was the first thing to greet the kit as he softly closed the door behind him.\n\nSitting behind glass doors were the preserved heads, mostly from kits, their expressions locked into terror or pain. Other cases held pelts, male genitals of all shapes, and pictures of victims being raped or tortured in some gruesome way. As he passed all the macabre souvenirs he remembered each one with a smile till he got to the last case. \n\nThese were the victims were taken when he was too little to remember or wasn’t born yet. Two stood out in the font as he stopped as he did every time he passed them. The first was a full body stuffed kangaroo kit just older than himself. The other was the only female in the whole room, unlike like the pained or terrified faces of the rest this kangaroo fem wore one of morose\n\n“Morning brotha. Morning ma.” He giggled as with one paw patted the stuffed kit’s empty sheath and stuffed sack. More shyly he hugged the sad stuffed jill. “Momma ish my tuwn now, daddy ish gonna wet me helps.” He spoke as if the trophy could be excited for him, he blushed and smiled. “Thank ya momma.” Stepping on his tippy toes he gave her a quick kiss then trotted around the corner.\n\nThe concrete floor of his father’s work space was cold and slippery as he was about to slip into his usual spot just behind the camera. In one corner was an old wood stove with a pile of firewood stacked next to it. Leaning against the wall was a cast iron fire poker and a branding iron. Sitting on a queen sized bed smiling was a larger naked roo, behind him were three moaning lumps under the blanket. Next to the bed sat a small two drawer desk, its top littered with various instruments of torture. “Well good morning son.”\n\nHopping over to the bed the joey smiled. “Morning poppa. Canna see dem pwease pwease.” He tried to peek around the larger roo but a stern look from his father froze him in place. The big roo’s eyes were the same icy grey that he had when working on one of his victims.\n\nSlowly he stood up and ruffled the kit’s hair. His eyes were warmer now and there was a playful smile at the corner of his muzzle. “Yes you may now, Owen.” The kit pulled back the heavy blanket with glee till the sight of three familiar figures gagged, blindfolded, and bound made him whimper. His father had chosen Owen’s best friends for this little lesson. The roo’s stomach twisted and lurched as he scooted back off the bed.\n\n“Daddy these are my friends, why dem?” Sniffling as he stared at the helpless trio of friends, their eyes wide with fear. He looked at the raccoon, tiger, and arctic fox that had been his friends since he had moved here last year. His pale blue eyes shimmered with tears as he whimpered.\n\n“Owen!! What is my first rule?” Thump! Thump! He tapped his large foot against the hard floor. The kit looked up and swallowed slowly.\n\n“Um all ways be prepared to take those that are closest to you?” The joey looked back to his friends, they were whimpering through their gags and struggling to free themselves.\n\n“Yes that is right and rule two?” His father’s cold eyes sent icy shills doe the smaller kangaroo’s spine. Turning his back to his kit he started to load the stove with a couple blocks of wood.\n\nClearing his throat Owen closed his eyes trying remember what his dad told him several years ago. “That you will in a second snuff me if I show fear or try to run to the police like brother and momma did.” As his father started a fire in the stove he whispered to his friends. “Imma sowwie for dis.” \n\n“Ok now that you remember the rules pick who is first.” he turned around and smiled as Owen pointed to the raccoon. “Very nice choice, coons are perfect for taking your time with because they tend to be more docile and accepting of their fate then other furs. While felines” He nodded to the tiger. “tend to be too dangerous to keep around for long. Canines are just as aggressive till you show them who their owner is.” He demonstrated by walking over balling a fist and punching the fox hard in his small puppy nuts.\n\n“MUUNGH!!!!” The little white fox thrashed and rolled, his painful yowls muffled by the white rag that served as a makeshift gag. Owen winced and covered his crotch with his paws as his father pulled the groaning fox off the bed. The big roo opened one of the drawers and pulled out a short rope. He knotted it into a loop and pulled it tight around the kit’s neck as he tied the other end to the bed post. \n\nThe tiger kit he yanked off the bed by his long orange black striped tail. His head was jerked back and hit the hard floor with a sharp crack. The tiger slumped and laid still, a trickle of blood running down his forehead. The sadistic roo turned his attention back to the fox. \n\nHolding the kit by the hair he ripped the blindfold and gag off so he could watch before his turn. The arctic kit whimpered as his vision suddenly returned. The last thing he remembered was walking to friend Owen’s house with Jacob and Taylor to see if he wanted to get an early start on trick or treating. The trio had stopped by a few houses along the way that always gave out good candy no matter the time of day on Halloween.\n\n“Wha? wha? Where am I?” The first thing his brain registered as the fact his paws were tied behind his back. The second was a massive throbbing pain from his crotch. The last thing was his best friend Owen was standing naked in front of him. “Owen wha ish going on?” The fox blushed more concerned for his friend then himself for the moment. \n\nThe joey blushed as a he received a nod from his father to begin. He looked at the raccoon, his first friend, Taylor then back to the fox. The cute fox had been his closest friend and secret crush from day one. “Daddy? Can I do something first with Zeph, um I mean before I start on Taylor?” \n\nFor the first time the little fox registered there was more people in the room then just him and Owen. He twisted his neck to the side and whimpered as he saw the crumpled form of the oldest kit Jacob laying on the floor. He peered over the bed to see the passed out raccoon and with a little meep he stared at the reflection of Mr. Deniz, Owen’s father in a small mirror that hung on the wall. The older roo was behind him and just as naked as his son.\n\n“Yes you may but remember not to get to attached they are expendable and don’t get lost in the pleasurable side of this job” He sat behind the camera and focused the lens on his kit and first victim. After getting the just right angle he leaned back slowly stroking his large cock.\n\nOwen smiled a little, his blue eyes like little balls of ice as he stared at the fox who was no longer a friend but a nameless piece of flesh to be used then thrown away. Zeph quivered as his friend lift his chin up, forcing his emerald eyes to meet those soulless orbs that looked so wrong on his closest friend’s face.\n\n“Open your muzzle....” The kit hesitated for a moment till he remembered his father’s rules. “BITCH!!!” Zeph was stunned, this couldn't be the same joey he just played with yesterday. The same very one who would shyly laugh when they changed into their gym clothes at third period. This was so wrong he started to think but a stabbing pain across his muzzle cut the thought off just as it starting to form. “I SAID OPEN IT BITCH!!!”\n\nTears welled up in his eyes as he slowly opened his aching maw an inch. Two little fawned colored paws wrenched them fully apart making the poor fox whimper. But, that too was cut off as something warm and slick was thrust into his open mouth. Blinking away his tears he was greeted by the sight of Owen’s fuzzy sack sitting on his nose. \n\nHe whimpered softly as he crossed his eyes to see the small shaft protruding from a slit under the musky sack. He blushed as he started to feel that wonderfully strange upside down cock push deeper in his warm wet muzzle. He had dreamed about this a long time but was too shy to approach his friend. In his daydreaming he vaguely heard something about teeth and penis. Thinking that was what his friend now captor wanted he began to scape his sharp canine teeth along the hot dick flesh in his muzzle.\n\nOWWIE!!!!! Owen pulled his cock out of the fox’s eager muzzle and looked to his dad. “DADDY HE BIT ME!!!!!” His paws touched the shallow cuts on his penis making him whimper again. Zeph blinked as his world shattered looming above him was his friend’s father his large fist pulled back. He barely had time to close his eyes as the fist slammed into his jaw with force of two mac trucks colliding. \n\nThe kit blinked twice in surprise as he saw several of his offending teeth land on the floor. His mind so shocked he didn’t even feel the second blow that knocked out a couple more of his teeth. Blood ran out and stained the white fur of his small pointed muzzle, his brain refusing to accept what was happening to him. Zeph just blankly stared at the scattered broken teeth laying around him.\n\n“Owen go grab my pliers now!” The joey meeped and ran to the nightstand and opened a drawer. Digging through till he found a pair of yellow handled pliers, he ran back to his father and handed the older male them. “This will teach you not to bite your betters!” \n\nThe kit started to scream as his best friend’s father started to yank the fox’s remaining pearly whites out one at a time. When he finished Zeph’s once snow white muzzle was painted red and his mouth contained nothing but bloody gums. The kit had passed out by the time the fifth tooth had been pulled, so the roo propped him up where his short rope wouldn’t strangle the victim as he had other plans for this one.\n\n“Ok lil one turn your attention to your other playmate now. we’ll punish this one some more later.” The kit nodded and climbed onto the bed, his little cock leaving a slimy trail of pre on the linens. He looked back at his father as he reached the whimpering body of his raccoon friend Taylor. He continued by removing the gag and blindfold.\n\n“Whaaa Owen whas going ons?” The raccoon whimpered and pulled at the ropes that tied his arms and legs behind him. He stared back at his friend with huge tear filled lavender eyes. Owen closed his eyes and leaned in kissing his victim before smiling.\n\n“Shut up and just lay dare.” Taylor’s big sad eyes were starting to get to him. he was having second thoughts as he started to lose himself in those tender innocent portals. “Nu Nu must do this or daddy will...” The kit remembered several of the victims that seemed to make his daddy pause as he did horrible things to them. Whimpering he slide off the bed and slowly walked to where a hot fire was blazing in the stove. Shuddering he picked up the fire poker with a little trouble as it was too long and heavy for him to handle.\n\n“Here let me help you my little man.” The kit’s father helped him set the sharp tip off the poker into the fire. The kit sighed and looked down.\n\n“Dad do I really have to do this?” He was shaken greatly and even though he had seen his father do it many times it was different when its your own paw that is inflicting the damage. Nodding the big roo stood up and dragged the whimpering coon off the bed and leaned him against the wall.\n\n“Now Taylor is it?” The kit sniffled and nodded as his whole body was shaking from fear. “Good good you have manners. You might as well accept your fate, you are just a practise dummy for Owen. Do you understand?”\n\nTaylor whimpered and shook his head no. “N.. nu Mista Deniz why why Owen hava too hwt us?” He was shaking but strangely unafraid more sad than anything. Owen was listening very curious now his daddy did this sometimes, he would occasionally would get a victim ti submit then he would be tender with the kit till it was time.\n\n“Thats because hes a roo and therefore much better then you.” Lifting the kit’s chin up till lavender eyes meet soft blue eyes Deniz smiled. “Now if I let your arms and legs free do you promise to be good no matter what Owen does?”\n\n“Ish gonna huwts wots?” The roo nodded as he gently pet the kit’s soft brown hair. Looking down the kit sniffled and nodded. “I’ll be good an nots wun if dis makes Owen happy, Ish ok wiff it.” Owen smiled a little when he heard this and walked over carrying a big knife. \n\n“Daddy I wanna give him a treat first.” Turning the raccoon kit around Mr. Deniz cut the bindings. For a brief second Taylor thought about running but decided just let his friend have what he wanted. After all Mr. Deniz was an adult and adults are always right. He thought as he rubbed his wrists and ankles.\n\nShyly the little roo nuzzled his snout against the raccoon’s soft gray sheath. Taylor laid back and chirped at the sudden twist of fate. He knew the bad stuff would soon follow but for now he would enjoy this tender moment. \n\nOwen shuddered as he breathed in the slightly dirty musky scent of the younger kit’s sheath and small sack. Nuzzling farther under that small tight pouch brought his nose to rest against his friend’s tiny virgin pucker. Murring at the heavy scent Owen started to lick and tease the hole with his tongue. \n\nTaylor wiggled and churred as the roo’s tongue ran across his hole, up his taint, over his little sack, to circle and dip into his tight sheath. He pushed up with his arms and arched his back as he felt the warm moisture of Owen’s mouth envelop his skinny curved coon cock. Gently he watched the head of his friend bob up and down his length as he curled his fluffy tail with the roo’s longer thick sleek tail.\n\nOwen meeped as he felt something cold and wet touching his hole. He closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of the wet tongue at his back passage and the slippery cock in his muzzle. He simply wished this moment would last forever as he gently scraped his flat teeth along the meat filling his mouth. One of his paws reached down to stroke his shorter carrot shaped pecker.\n\nA short time later Taylor whimpered and shuddered as his cock twitched and he felt tingly everywhere. From watching his daddy Owen knew what to expect but sadly he received no such treat as the coon’s first and probably last orgasm was dry. His paw was sticky and covered with his boy spooge as a low whimper was heard from behind where the tongue had retreated from his hole.\n\nCupping his tawny colored paw covered in clear spoo as he turned around to find Zeph was awake. The fox looked strange as his tongue ran over toothless gums. His eyes had a slight glaze to them as he drooled a little pulling at his rope.\n\n“Ohh foxxy want this?* The kit lowed his messy paw to where it was just out of Zeph’s reach. The arctic fox kit whimpered and started to choke himself to reach the sweet smelling stuff. Smiling the roo kit moved his paw just close enough to his former best friend to allow him to lick it with the tip of his desperate tongue. As soon as his paw was clean he patted the canine on the head. “Good doggie.” Zeph blushed and panted as his own red cock was jutting out from his sheath.\n\n“Oh some one wants attention too?” Zeph nodded as the pain kept him from talking. Owen sighed and shook his head. “Bad dogs who bite their owners don’t gets fun.” Zeph lowed his ears and tail whimpering softly as his new master turned his back on him. Owen turned his attention back onto the raccoon.\n\n“Ish time?” Taylor’s voice was shaky and his eyes teary as he wished he had just a little more time to enjoy living. he gulps a little and waited for an answer, though he already knew the answer. His grey and black tail curled up to cover his soft cock.\n\n\tOwen sighed and nodded as he stared into those sad eyes again. He smiled a little and decided to keep with the nice guy for a bit longer. “Do you want to watch or not?” The joey’s eyes flicked back to the red hot poker still in the fire. His butterflies mostly gone now as he prepared himself for what was to come next.\n\n\t“Pwease I wanna watch.” Taylor whimpered but was more afraid of the poker than anything else he could imagine. The roo nodded as he thought what he should do to his prey first. His dad said coons were perfect for practising various tortures. Smiling as he thought about that wonderful tasting coon cock and chose to start there.\n\n\tTaylor watched as the kit dug around in the nightstand, with a look of worry mixed with a little bit of curiosity. Mr. Deniz nodded his approval as his kit returned with a hammer and a box of drywall nails. The coon whimpered as he saw the tools. “Wha wha awe dose fow?” He whimpered as his tail was moved out of the way and his sheath was started to be played with.\n\n\tThe roo kit gulped and readied himself as that four inch long bent kit cock slipped out of the grey sheath to rest on a heaving chubby belly. He bent the semi hard cock back till the curve of the penis rested on the floor. Taylor whimpered his his bits were handled roughly, but he thought this was nothing compared to what could happen to him. Closing his eyes he tried to relax, to calm his thumping heart.\n\n\tOwen picked up one of the sharp tipped nails and lined it up at the tip of the coon meat just under its small piss slit. The sharp metal tip indented the semi hard flesh as a drop of red blood welled up. Taylor whimpered as he felt the pressure from the nail, but cried out loudly as he felt as the cold metal dig its way into his meat as his torturer hit the flat head with the hammer. His paws clenched into fists as he felt another dull prick then stabbing pain as another nail was driven into his coon-hood. He lost count after ten as he laid there panting, tears of imminence pain streaming from his eyes.\n\n\tOwen’s own four and a half inch S-shaped cock was hard and dripping little drops of pre that mingle with growing puddle of blood as he went for one of his father’s favorite tools. Taylor whimpered loudly as his paws felt his bloody studded cock, his fingers feeling the sharp tips poking out. A light chuckle made his eyes open as the roo kit set something on his tummy. He looked down as his exploring paws were moved out of the way.\n\n\t“Now now ya won’t have to worry much longer about da nails.” Owen picked up the tool he had set on the coon’s stomach and showed it to him. “This is called a bander.” He looked back at his father who was busy stroking his own much larger maleness. Taylor whimpered and nodded, he had seen the device used at his uncles farms many times.\n\n\t“Ya ya gonna cut my balls off?” The kit sighed not that it mattered he wasn’t going to live through this much longer anyway. So when Owen shook his head he was surprised and worried as he had seen it used to dock tails as well.\n\n\t“Nopes ya weewee.” The roo kit giggled as he with a little trouble due to the nails slipped the bander down the curved cock to its base nestled in its sheath. He smiled as Taylor grunted when he pressed the trigger on the tool and the two little green bands slipped off to dig deep into tender flesh. “Canna ya stand up?”\n\n\tThe coon whimpered and slowly stood up on shaky legs using the wall and arms to brace himself. He shivered as the nine year old kit approached him holding the big knife that had been used to cut his ropes. Owen pushed back the sheath till he exposed the two tight green bands that was strangling the coon cock. \n\n\tAll ready the younger kit’s penis wasn’t looking too good. Between the nails, blood loss, and bands it was limp, a dark shade of purple, and looked liked a demon’s sick idea of a pincushion. With dark glint in his eyes Owen placed the knife between the bands as started to saw slowly through the flesh.\n\n\tThe dull ache grew in his loins as the small kit struggled to remain standing. He gasped out loud as he felt when the knife hit something hard. He shut his eyes willing himself not to feel the pain. However his concentration was shattered as he heard a sharp crack and he started to scream bloody murder. Sharp nasty knives of pain repeatedly stabbed at his belly as he collapsed and clutched his crotch. His cock missing was expected but the sharp jagged edge of something sticking out from his bloody sheath wasn’t.\n\n\t“Dad!!!” Owen ran to father who had just sprayed a large amount of cum on his belly and was panting. The kit was holding Taylor’s penis and hopping around excitidly. “I didn’t know raccoon weewees had bones.” He started to feel his own and pouted. “Awws mines don’t.”\n\n\t“Yes they do as do canines and felines.” He petted the kit’s head. “We don’t have one because we are better than the others remember?” Smiling he took the severed kit cock from his child. “I think we’ll keep this as your first trophy.”\n\n\t“Yay!!!” The joey hopped happily then stopped blushing. “Um daddy? Can ask ya to do somthing?” He continued after his dad nodded. “Canna I be Taylor for twick an tweat tonight?” Mr. Deniz looked puzzled for a sec before the kit’s idea hit him.\n\n\t‘You want me to make him into a costume lil one? Owen blushed and nodded as he watched the cock being placed into a jar and set on an empty shelf. “Okies lil one, you want me to do it now or after you finish him?”\n\n\t “Um Um Afta pwease daddy. I knows I suppoused to huwt hims but dat ish to muchs fow mes.” He looked back at his coon friend who was rolling around screaming in pain. A simple nod sent the kit running back. He picked up the bloody knife and decided just end it now. He had watched his father skin a couple kits alive a few weeks ago so he knew how horrible it was. However he knew that if his end wasn’t harsh enough he would be standing next to brother and mom if he was lucky.\n\n\t“I ish sowwies!” He closed his eyes so he didn’t have to see the sad pathetic look Taylor had on his face. The smaller kit just laid there as his older friend brought the knife to the coon’s belly. He watched his the roo pushed the tip in just under his belly button.\n\n\t The blade slide down parting his pelt and muscles in a fiery sting, to stop just above his mutilated crotch. The heavier older kit held him still as the knife worked its way back up till his bloody innards started to peek out. Following what his daddy did in the past he reached inside and pulled out just enough to make sure the kit would die but very slowly.\n\n\tTaylor just whimpered as Owen got off him and pushed the kit into a position so he had to watch his guts slowly slide out into a pool of blood. “Dat good daddy?” He sniffled a little as he watched his friend try to push the slippery mess back inside the gaping hole. His paws would just slip through and end up pulling out more instead. After a few moments of this the coon gave up and just leaned against the wall sniffling and crying.\n\n\t“Yes lil one good for a start, now you still have two left and I think someone is waking up.” The tiger kit was moaning and sat up. When his paw touched sticky blood he whimpered. His blurry eyes saw his friend Taylor slumped against the wall and surround by a growing pool of thick blood and bowels. Crawling off to the smaller kit he cried out as he shook the smaller coon and only got a small whiner. \n\nHe really cried as he felt something press his head into into the disgusting pile of coon innards. He tried to get up but slipped and his muzzle got caught deeper into the slimy foul smelling coon parts. He tried to keep his muzzle shut and not breath but something hard poking at his tail hole made him whimper and get some of the blood into his mouth. \n\n“Ohh hes so tight daddy!!” Owen shoved his little cock into the hole with a lot of force. Enough so that the tiger’s muzzle pushed up into the hole in the Taylor’s belly. The coon barely gave an audible meep as his life was fading fast. The joey murred as he used his strong leg muscles to jackhammer into the older kit’s hole. He shivered in delight as he knew the poor tiger only like girls. \n\n“Mungh!!” Jacob’s cry was muffled as he was shoved farther into the cavity. His breath was cut off as his muzzle was surrounded by warm sticky organs belonging to his friend. The roo kept pounding into the straight tiger’s rear as each shove made the dieing coon whimper and wiggle slightly.\n\n\t It wasn’t long before Jacob felt his rear flooded with roo spunk and he was free to sit up. Just as he freed his muzzle and could breath he felt something tighten around his neck. “Gah!!!” His bloody paw clutched at his neck trying to loosen the thick rope.\n\n\t Owen meeped and used his stronger legs to push back to keep the rope tight on the older kit. “Dad dad! Helps pwease!!” The bigger roo walked over and sighed as the tiger was winning the fight. He looped Owen’s end through an eye hole screw in the ceiling and started pull the rope.\n\n\t “Gurrgle!!!” Jacob choked and kicked his legs as he was lifted into the air. Deniz tied the end of the rope to the bedpost. The tiger danced in the air covered in blood and gore as Owen walked over. Giggling he started to paw slowly at the tigers sheath murring as the tiger’s short length responded. He gently teased it as the tiger jerked, turning a wonderful shade of purple. Long creamy ropes of tiger cum covered Owen’s muzzle as Jacob’s dance slowed then stilled, a fat bloated tongue hung out of his muzzle. \n\n\t“Well one left lil one.” he walked over and started to prepare the dead coon’s body for skinning. Owen looked at the fox and blushed. When he looked back his daddy was removing Taylor’s balls. “Oh lil one you want it to fully correct or like the ones you buy in the store?”\n\n\t“Fully pwease daddy an canna keep dis one fow a bit wonga?” He watched as the coon’s pelt including head fur was folded into a pile. Smiling his daddy turned around.\n\n\t“Okies but you have to take care of him, bathe, feed , and have him neutered. Also you must make so he can’t be aggressive with his tool.” He nodded to the fox’s hard penis which still had not released yet.\n\n“Okies daddy how I do that? He’s still hawd” The older kangaroo made motions of hitting the fox as he continued to work on the coon. Looking at the small fox the roo pulled back and kicked his hardest landing a heavy blow to the stomach.\n\n\t\n\t“UNGH!!” Zeph curled up whimpering as blow after blow landed on his body. Suddenly he felt a gently tug at his sack and a dull ache. Owen had slipped the bander over his pet’s sack. The kit thought hard on what his daddy said then giggled as he saw a box of metal rings.\n\n“Lay down!!” Zeph whimpered and did what he was told fearing being kicked or some other worse punishment. Picking up a ring Owen smiled as they were perfect. One end was pointed the other close enough they could be squeezed together to close. He grabbed the fuzzy sheath and started to thread the rings closing up the opening till only a tiny hole for pee remained.\n\n\tHe took the knife and slammed it down between bands, the fox’s white sack rolled away from the kit where the roo picked it up. The little green band kept it close as Owen tied a rope around it and placed it over Zeph’s neck. Smiling he felt one last thing needed to be done. *He roughly grabbed the kit’s stained tail and started to hack at it till it came free, leaving an one inch bloody stump.\n\n\tHe hopped to his dad and handed over the tail. “Ish another trophy pwease.” The roo smiled and took it. He continued to work as Owen returned and freed his new pet. The moment his paws were free the fox started to run on shaky paws. Owen started to chase after him but his father stopped him.\n\n“Another lesson son.” He smiled and called to the fox who had reached the stairs. “YOU ARE FREE TO GO! BUT I THINK WE”LL JUST PAY A VISIT TO A CERTAIN LITTLE FOX YOU KNOW!!” Zeph whimpered and turned around his ears lowered.\n\n\t“Nu nu not my wittle bwo. Hes just a baby.” His master pointed to the bed and the neutered chastized pet sighed and sat where he had been bound up. He watched as both roos started to kiss and come closer. Mr. Deniz laid in the pile coon guts and Owen blushed as he settled onto his dad’s hard cock. Whimpering the fox slowly crawled up and shuddered as he started to lick the older male's bloody tail hole as roo pounded into his son’s tight hole.\n\n\t The sexing lasted for over an hour as the poor fox was used by both father and son. All three were covered in blood and gore as they all laid panting on the bed. The last thing Owen could manage saying was. “Whaa I neva gotta go twick or tweating.”\n\n\t“Shush we have your friend’s candy and the night is still young and you still have the lesson of picking the perfect target.” The kit yawned and nodded understanding there would much more fun to be had.\n\n\tSeveral days later Owen was in his room playing with Zeph who had grown used to his life as a pet and was always eager to suck off his master or take a load up the rear. The older roo was reading in the newspaper that five trick or treaters that had disappeared without a trace. “Owen pack your things time to move again.”\n\n\nThe End??????\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The sounds of screams and crying coming from the basement had become normal for Owen as he walked down the hall. The first few times they had terrified him but as he got older his dad had let him watch and now he was excited, today his dad was going to let him  join in. It was his first time being a man as his dad said, he just couldn’t wait and see what his daddy brought home today. Last week it had been a pair of tabby cat brothers that had been raped and forced to choke each other to death with their genitals. What made it even better tonight was Halloween so he would get to go out trick or treating afterwards.

\tHe hesitated at the  dark steps leading down to his father’s special room. He placed a paw at the custom made bone railing started down the long winding steps. His father had chosen the house because it had a wine cellar built deep underneath, making it a perfect location for his hobby. As the nine year old joey got farther down it grew colder and he could hear the little DRIP DRIP of condensation running down the old stones.

Shivering as it was nearly pitch black the kit kept his paw on the railing as he made the final few feet so he didn’t slip on the wet stone steps. A warm yellow glow came from under the heavy wooden door as it was pushed open. His dad’s trophy case was the first thing to greet the kit as he softly closed the door behind him.

Sitting behind glass doors were the preserved heads, mostly from kits, their expressions locked into terror or pain. Other cases held pelts, male genitals of all shapes, and pictures of victims being raped or tortured in some gruesome way. As he passed all the macabre souvenirs he remembered each one  with a smile till he got to the last case.

These were the victims were taken when he was too little to remember or wasn’t born yet. Two stood out in the font as he stopped as he did every time he passed them. The first was a full body stuffed kangaroo kit just older than himself. The other was the only female in the whole room, unlike like the pained or terrified faces of the rest this kangaroo fem wore one of morose

“Morning brotha. Morning ma.” He giggled as with one paw patted the stuffed kit’s empty sheath and stuffed sack. More shyly he hugged the sad stuffed jill. “Momma ish my tuwn now, daddy ish gonna wet me helps.” He spoke as if the trophy could be excited for him, he blushed and smiled. “Thank ya momma.” Stepping on his tippy toes he gave her a quick kiss then trotted around the corner.

The concrete floor of his father’s work space was cold and slippery as he was about to slip into his usual spot just behind the camera. In one corner was an old wood stove with a pile of firewood stacked next to it. Leaning against the wall was a cast iron fire poker and a branding iron. Sitting on a queen sized bed smiling was a larger naked roo, behind him were three moaning lumps under the blanket. Next to the bed sat a small two drawer desk, its top littered with various instruments of torture. “Well good morning son.”

Hopping over to the bed the joey smiled. “Morning poppa. Canna see dem pwease pwease.” He tried to peek around the larger roo but a stern look from his father froze him in place. The big roo’s eyes were the same icy grey that he had when working on one of his victims.

Slowly he stood up and ruffled the kit’s hair. His eyes were warmer now and there was a playful smile at the corner of his muzzle. “Yes you may now, Owen.” The kit pulled back the heavy blanket with glee till the sight of three familiar figures gagged, blindfolded, and bound made him whimper. His father had chosen Owen’s best friends for this little lesson. The roo’s stomach twisted and lurched as he scooted back off the bed.

“Daddy these are my friends, why dem?” Sniffling as he stared at the helpless trio of friends, their eyes wide with fear. He looked at the raccoon, tiger, and arctic fox that had been his friends since he had moved here last year. His pale blue eyes shimmered with tears as he whimpered.

“Owen!! What is my first rule?” Thump! Thump! He tapped his large foot against the hard floor. The kit looked up and swallowed slowly.

“Um all ways be prepared to take those that are closest to you?” The joey looked back to his friends, they were whimpering through their gags and struggling to free themselves.

“Yes that is right and rule two?”  His father’s cold eyes sent icy shills doe the smaller kangaroo’s spine. Turning his back to his kit he started to load the stove with a couple blocks of wood.

Clearing his throat Owen closed his eyes trying remember what his dad told him several years ago. “That you will in a second snuff me if I show fear or try to run to the police like brother and momma did.” As his father started a fire in the stove he whispered to his friends. “Imma sowwie for dis.”

“Ok now that you remember the rules pick who is first.” he turned around and smiled as Owen pointed to the raccoon. “Very nice choice, coons are perfect for taking your time with because they tend to be more docile and accepting of their fate then other furs. While felines” He nodded to the tiger. “tend to be too dangerous to keep around for long. Canines are just as aggressive till you show them who their owner is.” He demonstrated by walking over balling a fist and punching the fox hard in his small puppy nuts.

“MUUNGH!!!!” The little white fox thrashed and rolled, his painful yowls muffled by the white rag that served as a makeshift gag. Owen winced and covered his crotch with his paws as his father pulled the groaning fox off the bed. The big roo opened one of the drawers and pulled out a short rope. He knotted it into a loop and pulled it tight around the kit’s neck as he tied the other end to the bed post.

The tiger kit he yanked off the bed by his long orange black striped tail. His head was jerked back and hit the hard floor with a sharp crack. The tiger slumped and laid still, a trickle of blood running down his forehead. The sadistic roo turned his attention back to the fox.

Holding the kit by the hair he ripped the blindfold and gag off so he could watch before his turn. The arctic kit whimpered as his vision suddenly returned. The last thing he remembered was walking to friend Owen’s house with Jacob and Taylor to see if he wanted to get an early start on trick or treating. The trio had stopped by a few houses along the way that always gave out good candy no matter the time of day on Halloween.

“Wha? wha? Where am I?” The first thing his brain registered as the fact his paws were tied behind his back. The second was a massive throbbing pain from his crotch. The last thing was his best friend Owen was standing naked in front of him. “Owen wha ish going on?”  The fox blushed more concerned for his friend then himself for the moment.

The joey blushed as a he received a nod from his father to begin. He looked at the raccoon, his first friend, Taylor then back to the fox. The cute fox had been his closest friend and secret crush from day one. “Daddy? Can I do something first with Zeph, um I mean before I start on Taylor?”

For the first time the little fox registered there was more people in the room then just him and Owen. He twisted his neck to the side and whimpered as he saw the crumpled form of the oldest kit Jacob laying on the floor. He peered over the bed to see the passed out raccoon and with a little meep he stared at the reflection of Mr. Deniz,  Owen’s father in a small mirror that hung on the wall. The older roo was behind him and just as naked as his son.

“Yes you may but remember not to get to attached they are expendable and don’t get lost in the pleasurable side of this job” He sat behind the camera and focused the lens on his kit and first victim. After getting the just right angle he leaned back slowly stroking his large cock.

Owen smiled a little, his blue eyes like little balls of ice as he stared at the fox who was no longer a friend but a nameless piece of flesh to be used then thrown away. Zeph quivered as his friend lift his chin up, forcing his emerald eyes to meet those soulless orbs that looked so wrong on his closest friend’s face.

“Open your muzzle....” The kit hesitated for a moment till he remembered his father’s rules. “BITCH!!!” Zeph was stunned, this couldn't be the same joey he just played with yesterday. The same very one who would shyly laugh when they changed into their gym clothes at third period. This was so wrong he started to think but a stabbing pain across his muzzle cut the thought off just as it starting to form. “I SAID OPEN IT BITCH!!!”

Tears welled up in his eyes as he slowly opened his aching maw an inch. Two little fawned colored paws wrenched them fully apart making the poor fox whimper. But, that too was cut off as something warm and slick was thrust into his open mouth. Blinking away his tears he was greeted by the sight of Owen’s fuzzy sack sitting on his nose.

He whimpered softly as he crossed his eyes to see the small shaft protruding from a slit under the musky sack. He blushed as he started to feel that wonderfully strange upside down cock push deeper in his warm wet muzzle. He had dreamed about this a long time but was too shy to approach his friend. In his daydreaming he vaguely heard something about teeth and penis. Thinking that was what his friend now captor wanted he began to scape his sharp canine teeth along the hot dick flesh in his muzzle.

OWWIE!!!!! Owen pulled his cock out of the fox’s eager muzzle and looked to his dad. “DADDY HE BIT ME!!!!!” His paws touched the shallow cuts on his penis making him whimper again. Zeph blinked as his world shattered looming above him was his friend’s father his large fist pulled back. He barely had time to close his eyes as the fist slammed into his jaw with force of two mac trucks colliding.

The kit blinked twice in surprise as he saw several of his offending teeth land on the floor. His mind so shocked he didn’t even feel the second blow that knocked out a couple more of his teeth. Blood ran out and stained the white fur of his small pointed muzzle, his brain refusing to accept what was happening to him. Zeph just blankly stared at the scattered broken teeth laying around him.

“Owen go grab my pliers now!” The joey meeped and ran to the nightstand and opened a drawer. Digging through till he found a pair of yellow handled pliers, he ran back to his father and handed the older male them. “This will teach you not to bite your betters!”  

The kit started to scream as his best friend’s father started to yank the fox’s remaining pearly whites out one at a time. When he finished Zeph’s once snow white muzzle was painted red and his mouth contained nothing but bloody gums. The kit had passed out by the time the fifth tooth had been pulled, so the roo propped him up where his short rope wouldn’t strangle the victim as he had other plans for this one.

“Ok lil one turn your attention to your other playmate now. we’ll punish this one some more later.” The kit nodded and climbed onto the bed, his little cock leaving a slimy trail of pre on the linens. He looked back at his father as he reached the whimpering body of his raccoon friend Taylor. He continued by removing the gag and blindfold.

“Whaaa Owen whas going ons?” The raccoon whimpered and pulled at the ropes that tied his arms and legs behind him. He stared back at his friend with huge tear filled lavender eyes. Owen closed his eyes and leaned in kissing his victim before smiling.

“Shut up and just lay dare.” Taylor’s big sad eyes were starting to get to him. he was having second thoughts as he started to lose himself in those tender innocent portals. “Nu Nu must do this or daddy will...” The kit remembered several of the victims that seemed to make his daddy pause as he did horrible things to them. Whimpering he slide off the bed and slowly walked to where a hot fire was blazing in the stove. Shuddering he picked up the fire poker with a little trouble as it was too long and heavy for him to handle.

“Here let me help you my little man.” The kit’s father helped him set the sharp tip off the poker into the fire. The kit sighed and looked down.

“Dad do I really have to do this?” He was shaken greatly and even though he had seen his father do it many times it was different when its your own paw that is inflicting the damage. Nodding the big roo stood up and dragged the whimpering coon off the bed and leaned him against the wall.

“Now Taylor is it?” The kit sniffled and nodded as his whole body was shaking from fear. “Good good you have manners. You might as well accept your fate, you are just a practise dummy for Owen. Do you understand?”

Taylor whimpered and shook his head no. “N.. nu Mista Deniz why why Owen hava too hwt us?” He was shaking but strangely unafraid more sad than anything. Owen was listening very curious now his daddy did this sometimes, he would occasionally would get a victim ti submit then he would be tender with the kit till it was time.

“Thats because hes a roo and therefore much better then you.” Lifting the kit’s chin up till lavender eyes meet soft blue eyes Deniz smiled. “Now if I let your arms and legs free do you promise to be good no matter what Owen does?”

“Ish gonna huwts wots?” The roo nodded as he gently pet the kit’s soft brown hair. Looking down the kit sniffled and nodded. “I’ll be good an nots wun if dis makes Owen happy, Ish ok wiff it.” Owen smiled a little when he heard this and walked over carrying a big knife.

“Daddy I wanna give him a treat first.” Turning the raccoon kit around Mr. Deniz cut the bindings. For a brief second Taylor thought about running but decided just let his friend have what he wanted. After all Mr. Deniz was an adult and adults are always right. He thought as he rubbed his wrists and ankles.

Shyly the little roo nuzzled his snout against the raccoon’s soft gray sheath. Taylor laid back and chirped at the sudden twist of fate. He knew the bad stuff would soon follow but for now he would enjoy this tender moment.

Owen shuddered as he breathed in the slightly dirty musky scent of the younger kit’s sheath and small sack. Nuzzling farther under that small tight pouch brought his nose to rest against his friend’s tiny virgin pucker. Murring at the heavy scent Owen started to lick and tease the hole with his tongue.

Taylor wiggled and churred as the roo’s tongue ran across his hole, up his taint, over his little sack, to circle and dip into his tight sheath. He pushed up with his arms and arched his back as he felt the warm moisture of Owen’s mouth envelop his skinny curved coon cock. Gently he watched the head of his friend bob up and down his length as he curled his fluffy tail with the roo’s longer thick sleek tail.

Owen meeped as he felt something cold and wet touching his hole. He closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of the wet tongue at his back passage and the slippery cock in his muzzle. He simply wished this moment would last forever as he gently scraped his flat teeth along the meat filling his mouth. One of his paws reached down to stroke his shorter carrot shaped pecker.

A short time later Taylor whimpered and shuddered as his cock twitched and he felt tingly everywhere. From watching his daddy Owen knew what to expect but sadly he received no such treat as the coon’s first and probably last orgasm was dry. His paw was sticky and covered with his boy spooge as a low whimper was heard from behind where the tongue had retreated from his hole.

Cupping his tawny colored paw covered in clear spoo as he turned around to find Zeph was awake. The fox looked strange as his tongue ran over toothless gums. His eyes had a slight glaze to them as he drooled a little pulling at his rope.

“Ohh foxxy want this?* The kit lowed his messy paw to where it was just out of Zeph’s reach. The arctic fox kit whimpered and started to choke himself to reach the sweet smelling stuff. Smiling the roo kit moved his paw just close enough to his former best friend to allow him to lick it with the tip of his desperate tongue. As soon as his paw was clean he patted the canine on the head. “Good doggie.” Zeph blushed and panted as his own red cock was jutting out from his sheath.

“Oh some one wants attention too?” Zeph nodded as the pain kept him from talking. Owen sighed and shook his head. “Bad dogs who bite their owners don’t gets fun.” Zeph lowed his ears and tail whimpering softly as his new master turned his back on him.  Owen turned his attention back onto the raccoon.

“Ish time?” Taylor’s voice was shaky and his eyes teary as he wished he had just a little more time to enjoy living. he gulps a little and waited for an answer, though he already knew the answer. His grey and black tail curled up to cover his soft cock.

\tOwen sighed and nodded as he stared into those sad eyes again. He smiled a little and decided to keep with the nice guy for a bit longer. “Do you want to watch or not?” The joey’s eyes flicked back to the red hot poker still in the fire. His butterflies mostly gone now as he prepared himself for what was to come next.

\t“Pwease I wanna watch.” Taylor whimpered but was more afraid of the poker than anything else he could imagine. The roo nodded as he thought what he should do to his prey first. His dad said coons were perfect for practising various tortures. Smiling as he thought about that wonderful tasting coon cock and chose to start there.

\tTaylor watched as the kit dug around in the nightstand, with a look of worry mixed with a little bit of curiosity. Mr. Deniz nodded his approval as his kit returned with a hammer and a box of drywall nails. The coon whimpered as he saw the tools. “Wha wha awe dose fow?” He whimpered as his tail was moved out of the way and his sheath was started to be played with.

\tThe roo kit gulped and readied himself as that four inch long bent kit cock slipped out of the grey sheath to rest on a heaving chubby belly. He bent the semi hard cock back till the curve of the penis rested on the floor. Taylor whimpered his his bits were handled roughly, but he thought this was nothing compared to what could happen to him. Closing his eyes he tried to relax, to calm his thumping heart.

\tOwen picked up one of the sharp tipped nails and lined it up at the tip of the coon meat just under its small piss slit. The sharp metal tip indented the semi hard flesh as a drop of red blood welled up. Taylor whimpered as he felt the pressure from the nail, but cried out loudly as he felt as the cold metal dig its way into his meat as his torturer hit the flat head with the hammer. His paws clenched into fists as he felt another dull prick then stabbing pain as another nail was driven into his coon-hood. He lost count after ten as he laid there panting, tears of imminence pain streaming from his eyes.

\tOwen’s own four and a half inch S-shaped cock was hard and dripping little drops of pre that mingle with growing puddle of blood as he went for one of his father’s favorite tools. Taylor whimpered loudly as his paws felt his bloody studded cock, his fingers feeling the sharp tips poking out.  A light chuckle made his eyes open as the roo kit set something on his tummy. He looked down as his exploring paws were moved out of the way.

\t“Now now ya won’t have to worry much longer about da nails.” Owen picked up the tool he had set on the coon’s stomach and showed it to him. “This is called a bander.” He looked back at his father who was busy stroking his own much larger maleness. Taylor whimpered and nodded, he had seen the device used at his uncles farms many times.

\t“Ya ya gonna cut my balls off?” The kit sighed not that it mattered he wasn’t going to live through this much longer anyway. So when Owen shook his head he was surprised and worried as he had seen it used to dock tails as well.

\t“Nopes ya weewee.” The roo kit giggled as he with a little trouble due to the nails slipped the bander down the curved cock to its base nestled in its sheath. He smiled as Taylor grunted when he pressed the trigger on the tool and the two little green bands slipped off to dig deep into tender flesh. “Canna ya stand up?”

\tThe coon whimpered and slowly stood up on shaky legs using the wall and arms to brace himself. He shivered as the nine year old kit approached him holding the big knife that had been used to cut his ropes. Owen pushed back the sheath till he exposed the two tight green bands that was strangling the coon cock.

\tAll ready the younger kit’s penis wasn’t looking too good. Between the nails, blood loss, and bands it was limp, a dark shade of purple, and looked liked a demon’s sick idea of a pincushion. With dark glint in his eyes Owen  placed the knife between the bands as started to saw slowly through the flesh.

\tThe dull ache grew in his loins as the small kit struggled to remain standing. He gasped out loud as he felt when the knife hit something hard. He shut his eyes willing himself not to feel the pain. However his concentration was shattered as he heard a sharp crack and he started to scream bloody murder. Sharp nasty knives of pain repeatedly stabbed at his belly as he collapsed and clutched his crotch. His cock missing was expected but the sharp jagged edge of something sticking out from his bloody sheath wasn’t.

\t“Dad!!!” Owen ran to father who had just sprayed a large amount of cum on his belly and was panting. The kit was holding Taylor’s penis and hopping around excitidly. “I didn’t know raccoon weewees had bones.” He started to feel his own and pouted. “Awws mines don’t.”

\t“Yes they do as do canines and felines.” He petted the kit’s head. “We don’t have one because we are better than the others remember?” Smiling he took the severed kit cock from his child. “I think we’ll keep this as your first trophy.”

\t“Yay!!!” The joey hopped happily then stopped blushing. “Um daddy? Can ask ya to do somthing?” He continued after his dad nodded. “Canna I be Taylor for twick an tweat tonight?” Mr. Deniz looked puzzled for a sec before the kit’s idea hit him.

\t‘You want me to make him into a costume lil one? Owen blushed and nodded as he watched the cock being placed into a jar and set on an empty shelf. “Okies lil one, you want me to do it now or after you finish him?”

\t “Um Um Afta pwease daddy. I knows I suppoused to huwt hims but dat ish to muchs fow mes.” He looked back at his coon friend who was rolling around screaming in pain. A simple nod sent the kit running back. He picked up the bloody knife and decided just end it now. He had watched his father skin a couple kits alive a few weeks ago so he knew how horrible it was. However he knew that if his end wasn’t harsh enough he would be standing next to brother and mom if he was lucky.

\t“I ish sowwies!” He closed his eyes so he didn’t have to see the sad pathetic look Taylor had on his face. The smaller kit just laid there as his older friend brought the knife to the coon’s belly. He watched his the roo pushed the tip in just under his belly button.

\t The blade slide down parting his pelt and muscles in a fiery sting, to stop just above his mutilated crotch. The heavier older kit held him still as the knife worked its way back up till his bloody innards started to peek out. Following what his daddy did in the past he reached inside and pulled out just enough to make sure the kit would die but very slowly.

\tTaylor just whimpered as Owen got off him and pushed the kit into a position so he had to watch his guts slowly slide out into a pool of blood. “Dat good daddy?” He sniffled a little as he watched his friend try to push the slippery mess back inside the gaping hole. His paws would just slip through and end up pulling out more instead. After a few moments of this the coon gave up and just leaned against the wall sniffling and crying.

\t“Yes lil one good for a start, now you still have two left and I think someone is waking up.” The tiger kit was moaning and sat up. When his paw touched sticky blood he whimpered. His blurry eyes saw his friend Taylor slumped against the wall and surround by a growing pool of thick blood and bowels. Crawling off to the smaller kit he cried out as he shook the smaller coon and only got a small whiner.

He really cried as he felt something press his head into into the disgusting pile of coon innards. He tried to get up but slipped and his muzzle got caught deeper into the slimy foul smelling coon parts. He tried to keep his muzzle shut and not breath but something hard poking at his tail hole made him whimper and get some of the blood into his mouth.

“Ohh hes so tight daddy!!” Owen shoved his little cock into the hole with a lot of force. Enough so that the tiger’s muzzle pushed up into the hole in the Taylor’s belly. The coon barely gave an audible meep as his life was fading fast. The joey murred as he used his strong leg muscles to jackhammer into the older kit’s hole. He shivered in delight as he knew the poor tiger only like girls.

“Mungh!!” Jacob’s cry was muffled as he was shoved farther into the cavity. His breath was cut off as his muzzle was surrounded by warm sticky organs belonging to his friend. The roo kept pounding into the straight tiger’s rear as each shove made the dieing coon whimper and wiggle slightly.

\t It wasn’t long before Jacob felt his rear flooded with roo spunk and he was free to sit up. Just as he freed his muzzle and  could breath he felt something tighten around his neck. “Gah!!!” His bloody paw clutched at his neck trying to loosen the thick rope.

\t Owen meeped and used his stronger legs to push back to keep the rope tight on the older kit. “Dad dad! Helps pwease!!” The bigger roo walked over and sighed as the tiger was winning the fight. He looped Owen’s end through an eye hole screw in the ceiling and started pull the rope.

\t “Gurrgle!!!” Jacob choked and kicked his legs as he was lifted into the air. Deniz tied the end of the rope to the bedpost. The tiger danced in the air covered in blood and gore as Owen walked over. Giggling he started to paw slowly at the tigers sheath murring as the tiger’s short length responded. He gently teased it as the tiger jerked, turning a wonderful shade of purple. Long creamy ropes of tiger cum covered Owen’s muzzle as Jacob’s dance slowed then stilled, a fat bloated tongue hung out of his muzzle.

\t“Well one left lil one.” he walked over and started to prepare the dead coon’s body for skinning. Owen looked at the fox and blushed. When he looked back his daddy was removing Taylor’s balls. “Oh lil one you want it to fully correct or like the ones you buy in the store?”

\t“Fully pwease daddy an canna keep dis one fow a bit wonga?” He watched as the coon’s pelt including head fur was folded into a pile. Smiling his daddy turned around.

\t“Okies but you have to take care of him, bathe, feed , and have him neutered. Also you must make so he can’t be aggressive with his tool.” He nodded to the fox’s hard penis which still had not released yet.

“Okies daddy how I do that? He’s still hawd” The older kangaroo made motions of hitting the fox as he continued to work on the coon. Looking at the small fox the roo pulled back and kicked his hardest landing a heavy blow to the stomach.

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\t“UNGH!!” Zeph curled up whimpering as blow after blow landed on his body. Suddenly he felt a gently tug at his sack and a dull ache. Owen had slipped the bander over his pet’s sack. The kit thought hard on what his daddy said then giggled as he saw a box of metal rings.

“Lay down!!” Zeph whimpered and did what he was told fearing being kicked or some other worse punishment. Picking up a ring Owen smiled as they were perfect. One end was pointed the other close enough they could be squeezed together to close. He grabbed the fuzzy sheath and started to thread the rings closing up the opening till only a tiny hole for pee remained.

\tHe took the knife and slammed it down between bands, the fox’s white sack rolled away from the kit where the roo picked it up. The little green band kept it close as Owen tied a rope around it and placed it over Zeph’s neck. Smiling he felt one last thing needed to be done. *He roughly grabbed the kit’s stained tail and started to hack at it till it came free, leaving an one inch bloody stump.

\tHe hopped to his dad and handed over the tail. “Ish another trophy pwease.” The roo smiled and took it. He continued to work as Owen returned and freed his new pet. The moment his paws were free the fox started to run on shaky paws. Owen started to chase after him but his father stopped him.

“Another lesson son.” He smiled and called to the fox who had reached the stairs. “YOU ARE FREE TO GO! BUT I THINK WE”LL JUST PAY A VISIT TO A CERTAIN LITTLE FOX YOU KNOW!!” Zeph whimpered and turned around his ears lowered.

\t“Nu nu not my wittle bwo. Hes just a baby.” His master pointed to the bed and the neutered chastized pet sighed and sat where he had been bound up. He watched as both roos started to kiss and come closer. Mr. Deniz laid in the pile coon guts and Owen blushed as he settled onto his dad’s hard cock. Whimpering the fox slowly crawled up and shuddered as he started to lick the older male's bloody tail hole as roo pounded into his son’s tight hole.

\t The sexing lasted for over an hour as the poor fox was used by both father and son. All three were covered in blood and gore as they all laid panting on the bed. The last thing Owen could manage saying was. “Whaa I neva gotta go twick or tweating.”

\t“Shush we have your friend’s candy and the night is still young and you still have the lesson of picking the perfect target.” The kit yawned and nodded understanding there would much more fun to be had.

\tSeveral days later Owen was in his room playing with Zeph who had grown used to his life as a pet and was always eager to suck off his master or take a load up the rear. The older roo was reading in the newspaper that five trick or treaters that had disappeared without a trace. “Owen pack your things time to move again.”


The End??????
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