“Sweetie, don't worry; the boys at camp get a little silly around halloween but it's all harmless fun!” Said the red-deer stag to his wife now dring away from the cub scout camp out that was held in the fall of every year. For a 4 day weekend over the halloween break the scouts would get together, start at camp, and take a journey into the mountains to camp out enjoying the cool fall air. The stag’s wife was unconvinced however, “Oh I know, but he was so scared and worried. He said there where rumors of boys going missing all weekend only to show back up on the last day bloody. We know the investigations into the camp always show that its just a rumor but the fact that it comes up every single year...” The old buck chuckled lightly and looked at his wife with one eye still on the twisting dirt road, “Dear... Those rumors where around even when -I- was his age! Heck; For all we know my own old man started it. He said it was something of a silly tradition at camp back in the day to take one of the weaker boys from the younger classes and take them under their wing for the weekend. It's all about turning them into a man. Toughening them up. Something our little Seava needs If anything. I still can't believe we caught him stealing his sister's panties and wearing them to school... That boy... Little pussy.” His wife snapped at him harshly “Arwan! That's our son you’re talking about! What if he heard you talking like that?!” The buck’s driving reflected his anger, as he got the car a little sideways around a bend in the dirt road. “I hope he has! The little faggot needs some toughening up! That's why I signed him up for the spot this year. He -IS- going to have horror stories, but its all to make him better. I made it through ‘the ritual’ as a kid, and so will he.” The old buck all but snarled out as he clamped the wheel harder in his fists. “ I just hope it hasn't changed. Damned faggots are turning everything into pussified rights of passages these days. When they get done with him he won’t ever want to act like a girl again! Believe you me,... I would know...” Meanwhile back at the camp, little Seva the deer boy was just getting to his cabin where he saw all of his old friends. “Heya guys! Missed ya’ll goofballs!” The cabin of kids where all a bit rowdy, as any space with 8-10 12 year olds would be. But the commotion turned from abstract and diversified chaos, focusing down around Seava as he walked in, and on his head where his very first set of antlers. Not huge, but not exactly tiny for a first set either. “Sevie! You got your horns!!!” Shouted Ren the possum boy from across the room, making the whole cabin turn to Seava and rush over to clamor over his antlers that only had 2 tines on each. Another boy tried tugging on one with a chuckle as to be expected asking “Does this hurt?!” while he pulled Seava’s head to the side. The raccoon Jackie snickering as he playfully tugged Seava’s head side to side lightly. “N-No! But stop! You’re making me sick!” Said Seava with a chuckle. The focused chaos was not long lasted as the attentions of the boys all went back to their own events in the cabin, most still stashing their items around the cabin, toothbrushes in the bathroom, clothes in the closet, and so on and so forth. It was as they where all finishing up their little tasks that a pair of adults came in holding clipboards and starting a head count and role call. They went over some basic safety and responsibility checks and finished up by saying “Well, since you boys are the best of the best you have all earned our trust and respect to the point that this year, you will not need an adult in your cabin. We will check on you several times a day though! And if we do catch you slacking off, we will not hesitate to assign you a nanny. Understood boys?” This was met with a hushed cheer before they all gave their honors respectably shouting in unison “Understood scoutmaster!” And with that, they handed a badge, clipboard, and a whistle to the groups voted favorite leader Akia, the cheetah boy. Who had to resist jumping up and down in glee as he took these symbols of office, Dawning the whistle, and badge, before eagerly snatching up the clipboard with all his tasks on it. “You got it! Everyone’s counting on me and I won’t let them down!” he said with a loud purring that filled the room. The two adults smiled down to him where one said “Right you are Akia! Now; lights out in thirty, and set your alarms for 4 AM. You will have 2 hours to do head count, shower, dry and brush your fur, and then come to breakfast at 6. We know you boys had trouble with only one hour last year since you’re all so fluffy and take forever to brush and dry yourselves. Thats why this year we want you up early, early, early! No missing breakfast this year!” The younger looking of the two adults, a zeebra who was probably only in his late teens leaned in to whisper something Akia’s ear, “Seava will not be around in the morning. His dad wanted us to give him some special training because he is struggling in school. But this is private okay? We can’t have the other boys feeling sorry for him. Remember; a leader has to sometimes lie to keep his troops in order. So don't let anyone panic, just say he got sick last night and had to go stay with the nurse.” With that the Cheetah blinked up at the large equine camp leader, unsure of the task he’d just been given, and simply nodded. “O-okay? Sure! Got it!” He said slowly letting it sink in before he turned and read the orders and rules on the page on that clipboard and started delegating tasks to get done before lights out. Soon enough the adults where gone, the cabin was quiet, each of the boys had slipped out of their uniforms and into their PJs and where all where in bed. Though only mostly asleep. As with any group of unsupervised boys it was a little less clear cut and some were still up giggling and whispering to each other in the dark from their beds. All of this going to Akia’ head, making him set up in bed and shout at them by name. To which each would eep, meep, or squeak, before giggling and going silent for good now. Noen of the intricacies of cub-scout life would have been lost on the two older boys who where sitting outside the window in the pitch black listening in. They themselves where about the age of the one zebra who’d been there to help orent the boys. They were final-years in the scouts, and would be each tasked with only the most important of duties such as overseeing other troops and more or less running the camp with only two or three full adults present for the whole camp. The level of freedom, and their seniority, were exactly what led them to be outside the cabin that night. They had orders from higher up to abduct one of the boys in this cabin which was the case every year, each year a new group of boys adducting one boy chosen either by alumni or by vote for the ‘honor’ of ‘sacrifice’ for the yearly ‘ritual’. And this year, it was poor Seava’s name that had been chosen by both vote and his father’s nomination. Even if his father hadent signed him up, he was already the hands down favorite for them to abduct. Like expert thieves, the boys had been practicing this exact scenario for almost a week beforehand. Seeing as they had all been here to prepare the camp for the upcoming weekend, they’d had plenty of time to study the directions that had been perfected over decades, if not more, of the same ritual. And by this point, it was all second nature to these boys. They slipped in by jimmying the door open, the old poorly built cabin making that particularly easy to do in total silence. And as per the pre-arranged bed assignments Seava was the one closest to the door. They had his exact weight and thus had been given a syringe with a very tiny needle to use on his rump. They gave his backside a quick poke and started a thirty second countdown silently in their heads. And after that time they knew he would be so deeply asleep they could have cut off his tail and he’d not have even flenched. One of the boys scooped him up in his sleeping bag, and casually threw him over his shoulder. With the young boy over his shoulder, the one carrying the buck would quickly make his way out while the other adjusted Seava’s bed, and straightened up any mess they may have made. Only once everything was perfect, would he creep from the cabin, and silently closed the door behind himself as the two boys escaped into the night, now hauling the unconscious boy Seava with them. They would arrive a few moments later at a cave entrance that was lit up with tiki-torches, a bonfire, and was the sight of the rest of their troop of 3 other boys sitting around drinking beers and chatting to one another. Each one was wearing a leather mask that looked older than dirt, scratched, worn, torn, beaten, battered, and heavily marred. And each one a different form of animal mask that didn't always match the person’s species under it. As the pair approached with the ‘sacrifice’, they all cheered and clapped as the capturers return signaled the success of the first steps of the the ritual. Their bounty at hand, the boys were all whistling and chuckling loudly each and all. From inside the cave came the actual adult that had been with the zebra earlier that day holding up his hands “My brothers the time is here. We will head inside and begin the ritual right away! The night will be taxing on us all, but we must not give in. Tonight is the first sacrifice, and this one is often the hardest to get through.” The group of young men all started making their way into the cave that smelled deeply of blood, sweat, and sex from untold years of proforming the same ritual in it over and over. The one carrying the small boy casually and gently laid him in the middle of the cave on an alter of stone. A pillar that was perfect for his size, holding only his torso, laying face down on that stone slab, letting his arms and legs hang over its smoothed sides. Seava was swiftly disrobed, the fact he was wearing panties getting a loud chuckle from all the boys who tossed them aside out of the way. He had his arms chained down with metal shackles bound secyrely to that stone he lay on. And his ankles, likewise bound to the bottom corners of that pillar keeping them spread wide, letting his young but impressively sized jewels dangle freely between those thighs. One of the masked figures walked up to his snout and cracked some smelling salts open right in front of his nose which made him inhale deeply, cough a few times, sneeze and then start to actually wake up. The poor boy found himself totally nude, surrounded by darkly lit masked figures who where all chuckling loudly at him. Worst off, when he went to move, he discovered his arms and legs bound in place. A deep dreadful panic set in quickly as he whimpered and started shouting “Help!” over, and over. The cries for help only making the boys all chuckle and mock him more. The leader of the group walked up grabbed the young boy's chin and cheeks as to force a golden chalice to his lips forcing him to drink deep of a bitter foul tasting liquid. The young buck sputter and fought against it for as long as he could, but it felt as if the chalice was never ending, only succeeding in making those metal shackles dance and jingle like sleigh bells. With the liquid forcefully drank, his muzzle was quickly forced open by a bite-gag and the first part of the ritual was under way. Each of the men removed all of their clothing save for those masks, revealing species of all shapes and sizes. Everything from the massive zebra, to a small mouse present at this time. The boy was starting to feel very strange now, as he felt his vision start to blur, and his body started to ignore the pains from his tugging at the shackles. He felt somehow apathetic to this all suddenly, almost as if a bliss had come over him. An emotional warmth, like a crisp blanket straight from the drier, was swaddling his mind. He rested his cheek on that cold stone and his panicked gasps of air slowed into a much more steady, and relaxed pace. The men had all started oiling up their bodies and painting on intricate patterns with some colored dusts, the zebra having been the first one done walked up to the boy and started doing the same to him, oiling down his fur where it first felt cool against his body, almost as if kissed by frost. But this was an illusion, it was simply the cool night air hitting that liquid for the first moment or so. It soon turned to a warm but not painful feeling so akin to that warmth in his mind. The zebra would then grab what was essentially a turkey baster from an old paint can and pressed it right up under the buck’s tail squirting a more than generous amount of lube both inside and out, letting it freely roll down his body, across his taint, and drip down his little fuzzy orbs. The leader, oiled, nude save for his mask, and brightly adorned with those mildly glowing dusts, would call out now to start the proceedings. “As always, we will start with the smallest amongst us so as to not ruin our sacrifice for those that follow! Now, line yourselves up and prepare. Each of you must make it through at least one round of chanting before you fill the sacrifice with your offering. This will be easy for some, but near impossible for others. Should you fail, you will join the sacrifice as an unworthy initiate. Pace yourselves and keep this in mind.” And so they lined up around the mind and body numbed little Seava in a circle as ordered. But not by height or by weight, but instead by the size of their manhood, starting with the mouse who’s cock was not any larger than the buck’s own must have been in spite of their years of age difference. The mouse stood behind ‘the sacrifice’ Seava, and with both paws on his ass, and gently pressed that tapered rodent cock up into that extremely well lubed formerly virgin ass, which met it with so very little resistance. The boy was so drugged up at this point that he was abnormally relaxed in every way possible, unable to struggle, or move much at all, and he was in a state of total apathetic bliss up until this point. But as that rat leaned in over the little buck, grabbing his antlers while panting deeply, the buck’s euphoria wore off a good bit, suddenly feeling that cock deep in his ass pounding away at him while the masked figures all chanted around them in some strange language. He was not as affected by the drug as he was supposed to be, as he was never supposed to be this lucid. But once the ritual had started it could not be stopped. That boy’s tight, and until recent virgin ass, clamped down with all its available force, though the lube and tapered nature of that rodent cock made it so that there was little difference, only succeeding in adding to the mouse’s pleasure which made him stop for but a split second letting out a whimpered moan, before picking back up his pace once more. The little boy quiver and tremble beneath the older male who was about his size, and had begun to struggle so hard against those chains that his wrists and ankles started to become bruised, and bloody. All while he moan and whimper out loudly through that bite gag, his own sheath now plump but not showing off that cervine meat of his yet. The boy could feel that little rat cock in his ass grinding right up against his prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure up his spine making him pant and tremble not just from a non trivial amount of terror, and mild pain, but also a pleasure unexpected. The lube they’d used on him, or perhaps the drug they’d forced him to drink seemed to have made his body a bit numb, else going this hard this fast even lubed would have been so incredibly painful. Even if this was more or less the perfect sized cock for the boy to have actually enjoyed for his first time at this age. The chanting rose and fell in pitch slowly over time, and was clearly carefully studied and practiced beforehand. It made the boy wonder how many sacrifices had come before him, but there was no way to know, not by him, not by even the elder present in the room. And while for this group he would be the first, he didn't know it yet but he was only starting his ordeal. The chant came to a finish, and while it was not on queue, the rat did cum in him shortly after, panting hard and pulling out without any passion, or care given, letting that cum dribble down the young buck’s jewels and drop down into a pale that had been placed between the boy’s legs. The buck’s tight tail star clenched around the nothingness now, trying to get things to feel back to normal as he pant and lifted his head to try and look around only to have a large hand placed on one of his antlers and force his head back down against the stone. He felt a larger cock, this one a bit closer to the average size now. He felt it pop into his warm tight entry, and felt that cock’s unique texture. For now the barbs on the cock where soft and didn't hurt so bad, but they definitely hurt enough to make the boy scream in pain as the first of his blood would soon be spilled by those barbs. The chant came again, and the boy estimated it lasted about 10 minutes each time, which seemed like an eternity with an unwanted stranger’s cock in his ass. The little buck moaned out and whine loudly around that gag in his muzzle while the next male violated him. This one’s speed was much faster, his thrusts much harder, his drive so much more carnal. He was like a man possessed as he pounded that boy’s tight ass as if his own life depended on it. With each thrust it felt as if those barbs where pressing harder and harder against the boy’s insides, making him scream out in pain as they thrust back and forth in endless repetition. If he’d not been crying before, it was clear now he was, as tears streamed down his cheeks, and a very slow trickle of blood came from his backside and ran down his cream colored jewels and into the pale, staining the fur red in streaks. Seava tried to struggle against the man who was so violently violating him only to tug at those shackles even more, and make the feline’s cock shift positions within his narrow pass, probing all new areas and making the both of them quiver with the mixed pain and pleasure. The chanting seemed to never end this time. But when it did the large aggressive feline finished almost the very instant he knew he could. Left standing there panting overtop of that little deer and leaving his swollen, throbbing barbed cock within him, less by choice and more from necessity as his barbs had fully extended now and held the boy tight to his body. This moment of rest was a blessing and a curse to the boy, his still tight muscles flexing around that cock and slowly getting more stretched out with it all the way up to the base, able to feel the warm fur of the felines’ sheath kissing his tight little pucker. The stretching was a silent blessing, but the pain of those barbs made it a virtual hell as he felt each and every one, feeling every throb of that rod in him, every little movement of the feline who pinned him down so roughly that it was hard to breathe. With that cock still in him Seava realized it was not just the dick in his ass that was violating him. He was being treated like little more than an object, or furniture at this point. The large male laying against him and panting attop him as he waited for the barbs to go down. Not to spare the boy’s own ass, but to keep himself from bending them backwards in his own pain. And once those barbs lost some of their rigidity, the feline slipped that rod painfully front he buck, and it was on to round 3. This time another set of hands crawled up his spine as he then felt a unique shaped dick at his sore and abused little ring of flesh beneath his tail. Unlike the others before, the tip was indeed pointed but quickly grew to a fairly girthy size. And these hands... these hands where all over him. These hands were not quite like the ones before, but these pet up and down his little body, exploring it as that third dick stretched him farther than ever before, farther than he’d ever wanted or imagined at all. But even with that searing, splitting pain in his once tight little ass, it was those hands that crawled all over him that made him feel so much more violated as he sobbed helplessly under them. Little known to the young buck, this participant was a canine and his cock was not done with its tricks as it slammed all the way into his belly. That rod was so hard, so large, he could feel his stomach swell with each thrust of that cock. He felt the cum of the last two, as well as what little lube remained, being sloshed around within his insides, felt it being pounded further into his stomach with each thrust. But it was still those hands that now gripped both of his thigs and used his hips and thighs to gain leverage to fuck him harder than any of the previous boys had. Each thrusts and pull using the entire length of that manhood to violate him. It was quicker this time he thought. The little buck still crying, still sobbing, but haven given up to some amount, his fingers gripping hard at those chains, holding them as he slid back and forth against that very smooth stone altar. The boy’s arms and legs having fallen into smoothly worn grooves on that stone, worn by years of the same ritual, of sacrifices before him. And about the time he felt that warm apathy return, and he accepted his fate, a new pain compelled Seava to tremble harder than ever before as the horror came back all at once like a flood over his mind. He felt that canine’s knot finally. Felt it pop into his tight ass, and pop back out not even a second later, only to be forced to endure it popping back in again! Each time it came or went, only getting larger to the point he felt like he was being split wide open. And there was indeed more blood; but it was clear the lube used was some sort of coagulant designed to help mitigate this issue. As even when that knot popped back in and would not come back out, he could feel the searing pain and felt the dog’s cum squirting deep into his belly now. But he didn't feel much blood on his stained taint and jewels. The dog lay there panting over the little buck who was now fit to burst, and he would not stop petting the little boy’s body. Those hands are a constant reminder of how little value he had here. And whether to try and comfort him or the dog simply liked the texture of his bristly fur under his paw, neither mattered to Seava. All he wanted was him to stop touching him. But still those hands pet, and grip, and stroked, and rub, and teased over every ounce of Seava’s body. Every last inch of his person, violated, everywhere but seava’s own freely hanging bits. The one place he almost wished someone to touch. All of this attention to him, having forced his own cock to be exposed by his sheath, now swollen and throbbing hard, as it was casually dripping pre down in long clear strings into the bucket below. The elder came over and grabbed Seava by his sides under his arms, and all at once pulled hard as the canine also pulled hard in the other direction, forcefully pulling the knot at his ass out with a loud wet *POP!* Out came that knot, making the boy scream, and shout, and cry in pain as he felt his now gaping tailhole start to spill that seed once more, only to have him try to feabally clench it, but it wouldn't close. It didn't matter, as just as soon as that dog walked away, there where more hands, more hands all over him, and a cock between his cheeks. Larger than the last, but not as girthy, not right away. This cock was much like his own, another cervine of some kind. The new dick between his warm, and messy cheeks was long, thin, tapered, and only got some real girth at the base. This was partially a blessing, as while this was a huge cock, he didn't feel nearly as pained with it, the stretching being a little different as his stomach was shifted a little and he felt that cock go deeper than ever before. But those hands where once more all over his body. His ass had grown use to the constant abuse now, after over 30 minuets of hard fucking, and so many difftent cocks, he was starting to go numb to it all. And his sobbing was slow and steady, as he heard the wet slick sounds of his cum, blood, and lube filled passage being raped by one of his own kind. The grown buck in his ass would not have finished when the chanting ended. He actually kept going on a while after, enough so that he even made it through another round of chanting before he thrust that exceptionally long cock deep into the boy’s ass and filled him to the brim with cum once more. And just like before, once he pulled free, that mix of blood, cum, and lube would leak out of the boy, drooling down his grundel and the back of his balls, some of the mess getting all over his ass and thighs at this point. But it would be over soon, he knew from the head count he’d done when he arrived there where only 5 of them. And this would be the fifth, but also the largest, and the most painful one yet. The zebra who’d helped orient his class stepped up behind him proudly, his hooves heavily clopping against the stone floor and echoing through the room as he did so. The little buck whimpered as he felt that long thick cock laid across his back. And even though the zebra was small for his species, and was also not particularly well endowed, the cock that lay down his back felt far too large and forced him to instinctually try once more to scream and pull at those chains. And where so many countless others before him had tried and failed to free themselves, so too did he. The zebra was not gentle either, and lining up that long cock, he took hold of the boy’s antlers and used them like handle bars, hurting the boy’s neck as he was forcefully fucked by that massive equine rod. The medial ring around which making wet popping sounds with every thrust, the boy’s tummy distending harshly showing the outline of that cock buried deep within him. He screamed, and cried, arms and legs trembling and quaking as he felt that cock stretch and violate him so impossibly deeply. He thrashed and squirmed, and gave it his everything to get away, only further harming his wrists and ankles as blood ran down those chains already stained with the blood of countless others. But by the time the chant was half done, he was so worn out, so tired from the fighting, and his lack of sleep that he just lay there being shoved back and forth over and over on that stone, his own jewels helplessly swaying to and fro between his thighs from the motions, his own cock dripping pre but left entirely untouched in spite of being rock hard from all the teasing to his prostate. The chanting ended; the stallion’s cock flared at it’s tip and filled him with so much cum he thought it’d never end. That huge cock’s outline was clearly visable in the boy’s tummy as he was pumped full of that hot sticky cum, only to have that cock so painfully slowly pull out where that flare spread him even farther. And soon the flare was stuck against his once so tight little pink flesh ring, and with a single tug, his ass gushed what felt like endless gallons of cum, but no one was there to measure it’s amount, no one could know how much it actually was. What mattered is it was over. The boy lay there, covered in cum, blood, pre, and lube, his ass gaping wide as he felt his muscles clenching trying to close it. But just then the men all lined up with golden goblets behind him, and the leader of the service put this strange device, a specialized butt plug, up the little buck’s rump sealing in the cum from all of the participants. Returning in the order in which the’d violated him, the mouse came back and put his goblet between the deer’s leg and that device in his ass came to life giving him a super strong painful shock, over and over and over in harsh waves that forced him to squirt pre down into that cup, the boy’s forced orgasam strong, but not giving any seed as he was not old enough yet. It was not over, as the next one came up, the shock came back, zapping his prostate hard as he yelled out in pain and was forced to squirt hard into the next cup, then the next, the next, and the next one, and the one after that until each of the men had their own cup filled with the little cub’s precum. They left that device in his ass, and entirely ignored his presence now, all now each moving to face another alter at the front of the room carved from the stone of that cave. They each drank of the cub’s ‘offering’ and set the chalaces down on the base of the altar. The horror was over right? The boy could go free couldent he? He’d served his use. But this was simply the first night of three. And so they unhooked him from that stone slab, binding his arms behind his back, and his ankles together, leaving the electro stimulator butplug in him so they could torture him later at their leasure. With this they simply threw the little buck into a cage lined with hay and leaves leaving him there, still gagged, still bound, and now broken as he just sob, his cock throbbing and drooling pre still, his ass slowly settling down around that plug as he just lay there trembling, happy to have those hands off him at last, and happy to not be getting fucked anymore. Seava passed out there; bruised by the harsh treatment inside and out, his wrists and ankles hurting from fighting against that iron and stone. His tummy rumbling loudly, and as he was left there. The males all went out of the cave and started cheering and patting each other on the back going back now to their safe warm beds, leaving the buck in a kennel with 2 other cages beside him. One empty, the other having someone or something sleeping in it. Seava lay there passed out; reduced to a small sobbing heap of fur, as the mess of a boy’s ordeal was finally over,... for now.