The otherwise cloudless summer day was marred by a plume of black smoke. It rose from a small village beside a river. Bandits. The sounds of fighting had already faded, and the screams of the dying had faded. The bandits had won their conquest. Grinning thugs carried out sacks of grain from the village’s granary, pilfered smoked fish and pork from the smokehouse, and dragged  screaming villagers into their homes to claim the more carnal of prizes. 
    The village elder and his son, the militia leader, stood now before the bandit chieftain. The elder and son were both wolves, the older gray and bent with age, and the younger strapping and battered. The son had fought well, the only one of the militia who had managed to survive the assault. He still clutched the hilt of his broken sword even as the bandits menaced him and his father with spears and blades of their own.
    The bandit chief was a panther, a tall and lithe beast with green eyes. He stood in the u middle of the ring of his bandits, his sinewy arms folded over his chest as he eyed the two wolves before him. Like most of the bandits he wore leather armor accented with animal pelts. A pair of long, hook-bladed knives hung from his paws, their blades bloody. The panther’s green eyes regarded the pair of wolves quietly, and then his deep voice broke the silence. 
    “Do you know who I am?” he asked the lupines, the simple question carrying far more weight than it normally would have. 
    The younger wolf snarled, his teeth flashing. “A brigand! A murderer. A worthless vagabond!” he snapped angrily, wildly brandishing the broken sword in his paw. Spittle flew from his lips as he snarled. His father raised a hand. “Be quiet, Gebralt! Your words do us no help.” 
    The younger wolf’s amber eyes flashed like smoldering coals. “But, Father--” 
    “You should learn to respect your elders, pup,” the panther growled softly, his own jade green eyes as calm as pools of water. “and to speak only when your betters speak to you.” 
    Gebralt’s head snapped back toward the panther. He raised the broken sword and moved forward threateningly. “I’ll kill you, you motherless jackal!” 
The ring of bandits tightened, a spear shoving itself up under Gebralt’s chin so hard it drew blood. The bandits just grinned wider. “Go ahead and try it, laddie, if you wanna join your men in the Underworld.” one of them, a large wolverine, growled. 
The panther watched impassively, still standing motionless except for the slow flick of his long black tail behind him. “You have courage, but not intelligence, pup. A fatal flaw.” the panther said, his eyes leaving the angry young lupine and fixing themselves on his father instead. 
“I am Noir. If you do not know the name, then you shall from this day forward. I have conquered your little village and I now claim the right to take whatever I wish from it as tribute to my greatness.” the panther stated calmly as he met the elder’s gaze. 
Gebralt growled, snapping his teeth. “Tribute! You’re a thief. A massacring blackguard!” he spat. “We would never pay tribute to you as though you’re some emperor upon his throne!” 
“Be silent, Gebralt!” the younger wolf’s father barked loudly, turning his wrinkled muzzle toward his son and staring him down until Gebralt looked away. Then he turned back to Noir. 
“You may take whatever you wish, I only ask that you leave those who still yet breathe with their lives.” he stated simply, bowing his head to Noir. 
“Father, no, you cannot just submit to this...this...fiend!” Gebralt cried in horror. He froze, his ears twitching as a soft rumbling filled the air. Noir was growling. It sounded like an oncoming thunderstorm in the distance. 
“I grow tired of your insolence, pup. I tell you now, elder, what I claim personally from your village as tribute.” Noir spoke softly, the white of his teeth bared against the velvet black of his lips. “I claim your son. I claim your son, the fine steed he rode into battle astride, and the warhound who ran beside him as my personal trophies.” 
The elder looked aghast. “My...my son! But...you cannot! He is my only son, the descendant of my line!” 
“Would you rather I slew him now, then? In front of you where his blood would stain your fur and the light would leave his eyes as he stared at you?” Noir growled dangerously, his paw flicking the hooked blade of his dagger toward Gebralt. 
The elder took a deep breath, as though inwardly wrestling with himself. At last he blew it out, looking at the ground. “No.” 
Noir smiled. “Good. Chain him and bring him to the camp along with everything else. I am eager to test these spoils for myself.” the panther said, turning away from the pair of lupines with an air of finality. The bandits closed in, their eyes and grins betraying their knowledge of what was in store for the brave young wolf as they forced him into a pair of rusty shackles and dragged him away. 

-----

Gebralt stood in the semi darkness of the tent. His back was against a thick tree trunk that the yurt had been constructed around. The large truck rose above his head through a gap in the cloth ceiling, where the young wolf could see the sky turning shades of rose pink and scarlet as the sun went down. His paws were shackled to the trunk of the tree above his head, and his legs were spread wide and chained to stakes driven deep into the ground on either side of the trunk. The bandits had removed his clothing, much to the young wolf’s chagrin and embarrassment. He had no way to conserve his modesty chained as he was. 
    In a cage to the wolf’s left there lay a huge black mastiff, Gebralt’s prize warhound. The huge dog had fought beside him just as valiantly as Gebralt had, but in the end he had been pinned down and subdued. At first a length of rope had bound his formidable jaws, but now a thick leather muzzle covered his face and snout, completely immobilizing his maw. 
    The mastiff stared at Gebralt with a mournful look in his chocolate brown eyes and whimpered softly. Gebralt groaned in frustration. On his right, his horse nickered softly and pawed the ground with a hoof. The steed was a magnificent white stallion with a cream colored mane and tail. The horse was tied to a short thick post with a metal ring driven into it, a length of coarse rope connected to his bridle. 
    Gebralt turned his head toward the canopy of the tent, and watched the sun set through the gap around the tree trunk. He wondered despondently if his Father was regretting his decision to let the bandits take him. He knew his Father didn’t have much of a choice, but it was still humiliating to have his own sire hand him over to the bandits he had just risked his life to save. Now here he was, trapped, bound and naked, helpless as a newborn pup to protect himself from whatever depraved pastimes his captors had in store for him. 
    The young wolf didn’t have long to wonder, though. As soon as night had fallen and the yurt had become dark, the flap was pulled back. Firelight flooded the interior of the tent as Noir  stood silhouetted in the gap. He had a torch in one paw, and in the other a strange metal ball on a rope. The panther was without his armor, or indeed, without any clothing at all beyond a loincloth. One of his hooked daggers was thrust into its cord, against the bare fur of his hip. 
    As the panther swaggered into the tent, he swung the metal ball on the rope. Whitish smoke began to pour from vents along the metal orb’s side. It was a censer. The tent began to fill with a strange scent, pungent but slightly sweet and not unpleasant. It made Gebralt feel the need to sneeze. 
    The panther jabbed the end of the long torch into the ground, giving light to the inside of the yurt as he swung the censer to distribute the fragrant incense. Gebralt watched him, growling softly. His nudity and the near-nakedness of the panther was unnerving to the young wolf. What stressed him more though, was the feeling of fullness in his sheath that was steadily growing. He looked down to see the reddish tip of his cock poking out, starkly highlighted against the charcoal black of his groin fur. 
    “What is this, some kind of poison?” Gebralt snarled, jerking at the bonds that held him. He knew it was no use, but the thought that the panther had come just to watch him die made fear blossom in his chest. It struggled to overwhelm him, though. The oddly scented smoke filling the tent seemed to be affecting his body in a way different from poison. Besides, if it was poison, the panther was smelling it too. 
    “No, young wolf.” Noir said simply, sitting the censer down near the tree trunk. Gebralt squirmed, his heart pounding as a tingling sensation started in his chest and began to bloom out toward his limbs. Gebralt looked toward his pets, trying to look anywhere but at the nearly naked panther. He gasped. His stallion’s cock was hanging out from his belly, dropped and fully exposed but not yet erect. His war hound was exhibiting the same signs of arousal, his own thick red tip jutting out of his sheath. Both animals were breathing heavily, as was Gebralt. 
    “It is a special kind of incense, designed to arouse and ignite passion.” Noir said with a thin smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He approached Gebralt, his body moving with that almost ethereal feline grace. Gebralt recoiled. 
    “Get...get away from me!” the lupine growled, trying to push himself away from the panther. Noir just smiled. 
    “Relax. Just take a deep breath. You’ll feel better.” The panther purred softly, his green eyes boring into the wolf’s amber ones. 
    “Nnnggh...fuck you! Get away!” Gebralt growled, baring his teeth. Noir just smiled. He could tell the smoke was beginning to have its effect on the wolf. 
    “You can fight it all you want, but I can tell your true feelings.” the panther murmured, reaching out. He rubbed his knuckle against the tip of the squirming wolf’s exposed penis. Gebralt gasped. Pleasure far stronger than the simple touch should have merited shot through the young lupine’s body.
    “N-No! Don’t...don’t touch me!” he snapped, but his voice wavered and his eyes drifted down to rest on the panther’s paw touching his cock. “Nnnngh!” 
    “Such a mouth on you. Youth. So strong willed, until you target their weakest spot.” Noir chuckled, reaching out with his other paw. He cupped and squeezed Gebralt’s furry black testicles. Gebralt’s head shot back so fast he nearly brained himself on the tree trunk. His cock surged up and swelled, growing to full hardness in front of Noir like a tree growing in fast motion. He got so hard so fast that his knot stuck behind his sheath. 
    “Ah...ah...s-s-stop! D-d-on’t...” Gebralt hissed, his eyes nearly watering as the pleasure burned through his body like a wildfire. It was as though every nerve ending was alight with the exquisite sensation. He looked down at his cock, saw that his knot was trapped behind his sheath. He knew it was going to hurt to get it out now. 
    Noir saw where Gebralt was looking, reading his mind through the expression on the wolf’s face. He reached down, grabbing hold of Gebralt’s knot through his sheath. Immediately pleasure ignited in his cock, precum spurting out of him to splatter along Noir’s wrist and forearm. 
    “Aaagh! N-no! D-d-on’t...j-j-just stop...it...it’ll g-g-go down!” Gebralt panted, worried that the panther was going to hurt him. The pleasure though was incredible. It was as though the simplest touch made his nerves explode with a fiery tingling need. 
    The panther grinned. He collared that sheath and jerked down on it hard, forcing the wolf’s lemon sized knot to pop forcibly out of the sheath opening. Gebralt howled, the edges of his sheath torn and bleeding slightly. The howl was not one of agony though. Gebralt felt like he was having an orgasm, one of the best he’d ever had, but not a drop of spunk escaped him. His brain struggled to make sense of that much sensory overload and Gebralt was utterly bewildered by the fact that he’d nearly cum from having his sheath torn back.
    Noir purred and licked the blood from the edges of his thumb and forefinger. “Mmm, I think you’re starting to relax a little now, eh?” he said softly, his fingers curling around the wolf’s throbbing dick. He was nicely endowed, even for a wolf of his large stature. The red flesh of his cock was so engorged and hard it felt like the haft of a spear under Noir’s grip. 
    Gebralt grit his teeth and fought the urge to thrust his hips. He failed. Instinct was too strong, and the pleasure battered down his mental barriers like floodwaters through a dam. His hips began to buck and thrust under the stroking of the panther’s paw, despite every bit of willpower in his head begging his body to resist. 
    “Please...nnnngh!” Gebralt stammered, his body pounding with lust. His balls ached like they were going to explode. Deep down he still felt revulsion that the panther was touching him in such an intimate place, but his resistance was swiftly failing. All too soon, revulsion was turning into desperation as he pumped his cock into Noir’s receptive paw. 
    The panther laughed softly as he felt the slick surface of the wolf’s leaking cock slide through his grip. He held his fingers in a ring and let the young lupine’s instinct to thrust drive his cock in and out of Noir’s grip. “By now you’re probably figuring out there’s something else in that censer besides incense.” He said, smirking at Gebralt’s panting face and the needy look in those amber eyes that were once so filled with hatred. 
    “Not that you need to know what it is.” Noir chuckled softly, slowly pulling his paw away from Gebralt’s humping dick. The wolf whined as the contact was taken away from his aching penis. It throbbed, pulsing and twitching up and down above his balls, which had tightened near his groin with the intense pleasure. 
    “Mmmf...d-d-don’t stop! Oh gods, please!” Gebralt begged, blushing furiously as the words tumbled off his tongue unbidden by his conscious brain. 
    “Don’t stop? Why, less than a moment ago you were snarling ‘Don’t touch’! It’s a wonder what a little stimulation to a male’s cock will do for his attitude.” Noir snickered, flexing his precum covered paw in Gebralt’s face, forcing the young lupine to smell his own arousal. 
    “Unfortunately, for you, that was just a little taste. I have other matters to attend to before I finish you off.” the panther smiled, his jade eyes sparkling with dark humor as he turned his eyes to Gebralt’s white stallion. 
    Gebralt couldn’t help but follow the panther’s gaze, his eyes falling between the horse’s back legs. The stallion’s impressive cock was completely erect, slapping against his belly. It was a shade of rosy pink from tip to balls, a thick fleshy rod of equine masculinity. Noir swayed his way over to the horse, his black fur contrasting so much with the stallion’s pure white coat that he appeared to be living shadow beside the steed. Gebralt watched in fascinated desperation as the panther knelt down beside his trusted mount. 
    “W-w-what are you doing?” the young wolf whined, seeing the feline wrap a midnight dark paw around that throbbing pink horse-dick. At any other time, in any other situation, Gebralt would have been repulsed. He knew he would have. Right then, however, he was anything but. Despite knowing he should have been disgusted, his arousal only grew as he stared at those slender black fingers stroking along the stallion’s throbbing length. 
    Noir purred deeply in the back of his throat, feeling the heat and live pulsing through the equine’s thick penis. With his other paw, he cupped at the stallion’s fat testicles, squeezing at them through his pink, velvety sac. “Mmmm...lovely...” The panther purred, groping at the eager stallion’s meat. 
    The horse appeared to have no qualms about being handled so intimately by the stranger. If anything he seemed to be as needy and eager as Gebralt himself was, his hips hunching his penis against the panther’s groping fingers. He snorted, his flanks heaving and starting to shine with sweat as the raw scent of horse filled the tent, mingling with the smell of wolf. 
    Gebralt found himself mesmerized, his cock so hard it ached painfully between his legs. As his pleasure had subsided, his heavy balls had relaxed, hanging heavily between his spread legs. If his knot was the size of a lemon, then his balls were at least kiwi sized. He was an excellent specimen of a male wolf, in the prime of his life. His washboard abs were tense and flexed with his needy squirming. His biceps bulged against the chains that held him back. All he wanted was a touch on his cock beyond the taunting breath of air upon its length. A jealousy unlike anything he had ever felt washed over him as he saw his horse getting the pleasure that he so fiercely needed. 
    Noir was ignoring Gebralt now as he teased and explored the horse’s penis and toyed with his balls. The panther’s loincloth was sporting an impressive tent now as well, jutting out far enough that his dark-furred balls could be seen hanging beneath. Purring, his paw went to the hook-bladed knife at his hip, pulling it free. He allowed it to catch on the cable holding up the loincloth, and the blade parted it without a hint of resistance. It slid down, pulling to the side and revealing Noir’s stiff penis to Gebralt’s hungry gaze. It stood out, a long shaft of red feline meat tipped with a barbed head. Gebralt’s was slightly larger, thicker, but where the wolf would have felt intense pride in the past, he felt now only longing. Even as it stuck out in his brain as out of character, he wanted nothing more than to taste that feline cock. 
    Gebralt was so preoccupied with Noir’s revealed member, that he ignored the knife in the panther’s paw. The panther was up to something else, now. He was massaging the horse’s testicles, rolling, squeezing and kneading them down low in their pink pouch. His deep purring only intensified as he felt the base of the horse’s cock pulsing hotly against his fingers while he worked. With his eyes alight with eagerness, Noir took his hook-bladed knife and wrapped the hook around the neck of the horse’s sac, above his testicles themselves. The shepherd's-crook like hook at the tip of the blade was nearly too small to accommodate the girthy width of the stallion’s scrotal neck. 
    Gebralt’s eyes happened to fall on the knife then. His amber orbs widened in shock as he took in the scene, his jaw dropping open nearly to his chest. Noir gave a pull as Gebralt watched, and turned his magnificent warhorse stallion into a gelding. 
    Noir watched as his exquisitely sharp blade sliced into that pink scrotum, cleaving flesh and cords alike. In less than a second, the horse’s balls came off from his body, falling heavily into Noir’s waiting paw. The freshly castrated horse whinnied, and Gebralt winced, expecting to see and smell the torrent of blood pouring down the horse’s thighs. When he opened his eyes, however, he saw something that shocked him more than the gelding had. His former-stallion was cumming! 
    Rope after rope of thick white cum was ejecting furiously from the horse’s flared cockhead. Gebralt could see his cock pulsing even from his vantage point, could hear the thick seed spattering the grass below the horse. Even more shocking, was Gebralt neither saw nor smelled blood. 
    Noir watched the stallion orgasm, grinning at the massive amount of horse semen that was pumped out of the stallion’s flexing shaft. He bounced the severed balls in his paw like a coin-purse full of gold, feeling the weight of the horse’s testicles without them being tethered to his body. He stared in admiration at the place where they had once hung. There was little there to indicate the horse had ever had testicles to begin with. Only a pale, silvery scar marked the place where his virility had been stolen. Noir’s knife was enchanted. 
    The panther laid the heavy pouch and its stolen contents to one side, and returned his attention to the stallion’s now dribbling cock. A puddle of seed glistened on the grass below him, and the scent of horse semen was thick in the tent. A thick glob of cum dangled from the head of the gelding’s cock, and Noir slurped it off with his rough tongue. The stallion nickered, his cock flexing. He was obviously still just as needy and aroused as he had been before he’d lost his balls, before he’d cum. 
    Now that the horse’s flare had subsided, Noir’s jaws fit neatly around the tip of the horse’s cock. The strong flavor of the horse’s flesh flooded over the panther’s tongue, accented with the salty pungent taste of his cum. Gebralt stared, precum dripping from his cock like a summer rain shower, wetting the fur of his balls. He had never seen anything like it in his life, as Noir sucked on his horse’s shaft. He gasped as Noir hooked the knife around the base of that thick pink cock. 
    The panther squeezed down with his teeth around the spongy cap at the tip of the horse’s cock. As he did, he jerked down on his knife once more. The stallion’s penis twitched against his lips as it was severed, the heavy hose of meat flopping down to thud against Noir’s chest as the panther held its head in his teeth. Again the horse whinnied, and fluid spurted from the bloodless stump where his cock had been. It was less voluminous than his first eruption, and the fluid was not nearly as thick or white. It pulsed and dripped from the root of what was left of his cock, splattering the grass. Like the scar that had taken the place of his balls, the stump was completely healed, without a drop of blood spilt. 
    Noir let the head of the horse’s shaft fall from his mouth, catching the floppy pink cock as it fell toward his lap. It was heavy, like a club, and much more flexible than it had been when attached to the horse’s crotch. He admired its weight, and the flavor of its flesh. He took it, and the horse’s balls and stood up, turning to face Gebralt with his prizes. 
    The young wolf stared, knowing he should be fearful, repulsed or angry. Instead he was just as horny and needy as ever. It was as though he knew he should be reacting in a certain fashion, but his brain and emotions did not do so. He swallowed hard, nearly drooling with his need to feel that fiery pleasure between his legs once more. He hardly cared that the panther had ruined his best stallion. However, curiosity overcame his need. 
    “Why?” he croaked, as Noir stood before him once more. 
    “Because I can, and I enjoy it.” Noir said simply, smiling with those pearly daggers he called teeth. “The cock I will cook and eat, the balls...well those have a greater purpose that my nourishment. I suppose it can do little harm to tell you my secrets.” He gestured at the censer which lay still smoking beside the tree. 
    “Inside that little container is a cone made of resin mixed with herbs and--” He jostled the horse’s stolen testicles, “--various types of these little beauties. The herbs produce a state of receptiveness and calm, deadening fear and anger. The resin comes from a very special woody plant that grows in jungles far away. It’s hard to come by, but I have an excellent supplier. It produces the peculiar sensory confusion that turns pain, into pleasure. Remember how good it felt when your knot tore your sheath? Imagine what it would feel like if I cut your balls off. It heightens normal pleasure, as well, but it truly shines when turning agony into ecstasy. That doesn’t account for the intense state of arousal you’re feeling, however. That’s where the testicles come in. 
You see, I dry them and grind them into a powder, which I mix with the resin and the herbs to form the cones. When burned, and the incense is breathed, it triggers an evolutionary effect that has nothing to do with outside influences like herbs or resin. It triggers your body’s need to pass on your line. Have you ever nearly died in battle, and then found yourself ridiculously horny that night? It’s the same principle when you are almost castrated. The body recognizes that you were nearly removed from your family line. 
In the case of the incense, breathing the powdered testicles triggers your body to react the same way, as it recognizes another male has lost his pride and that you could be in the same danger. Thus, the state of intense arousal.” Noir explained, reaching out a finger and flicking the tip of Gebralt’s cock, causing him to moan and for his dick to flex eagerly. 
“It’s all a simple matter of manipulating the body. I have seen priests and paladins throw away their holy oaths under the influence of this incense. I have seen the proudest knights fuck their worst enemies, or give in to their darkest desires all for the off chance that they’d be allowed to cum. It works on any male who smells it, whether intelligent like you or I, or less so, like your hound and horse.” 
The young wolf stared at Noir with wide eyes, his entire body trembling with need. He wanted to believe that the panther was lying, that nothing he had said was actually based in reality. He could not deny, however, the truth that he himself knew lay in the panther’s words. He had been in many fights before, and always managed to come out on top. There were times, however, moments when he felt his life had been in danger and those moments were always the ones that heated his blood with lust afterward. He had survived and there was only one way to celebrate. 
Noir watched the wolf’s eyes, as though reading his mind through those amber portals. He reached out a finger once more and teasingly ran its tip down the length of the wolf’s erection, along the underside. Gebralt whimpered, feeling like the fingertip was tracing a line of fire down his rigid member. 
“You’re probably still wondering about the knife, as well?” He purred smoothly, shifting the horse cock in his grip so that it flopped heavily across his shoulder instead of in his paws. He brandished the blade and up close, Gebralt saw that it was different from the ones the panther had used in battle with the militia. The blade was thin and made of a bluish metal that faded slowly to white toward the edges. Its hooked tip glimmered in the light of the torch, menacingly sharp and intimidating. 
“This little beauty was a prize I wrested from a mage. He used it to dissect his experiments without excessive bleeding. The enchantment on the blade is permanent, and it never dulls or needs sharpening. It’s perfect for my little pass time.” Noir explained, rubbing a finger down the flat of the thin blade, almost like stroking a lover. 
“But the night progresses and I’m hungry. I still have prizes to collect.” he continued, smirking as he laid down the horse’s cock and balls at Gebralt’s feet. Gebralt stared at them past his own twitching cock, still almost disbelieving what his eyes beheld. So many thoughts wrestled for speech in his brain, but he could only whimper. His balls ached. His cock was throbbing so hard he could feel the blood pulsing into it with each and every twitch. Had his stallion felt this very same feeling, only moments before his balls were cut off? Before his cock? Gebralt shivered, but the memory of the massive orgasm the stallion had experienced and the huge amount of semen he had shot rose to the surface. Gebralt whined louder as he felt that giving up his own wolfhood to experience such a release would be a small price to pay. He didn’t want to feel it, but he did, he was desperate to cum. His body was working against him. 
Noir meanwhile had walked over to the cage where Gebralt’s wardog stood. The panther smiled and eyed the dog’s dangling hard-on. It was a deep red color, nearly purple, and very large even for a dog of his size. It matched the dark black of his sleek fur. 
“What’s his name?” Noir asked Gebralt. The wolf was watching intently, his own slightly pinker erection bobbing up and down. 
“A-Astros...” Gebralt whimpered, the precum dribbling down his shaft feeling like tingling fingers touching his needy dick. 
“A good name. I’m gonna enjoy this.” Noir purred, grinning with those white teeth. The panther knelt and pulled the cage door open, and Astros bounded out. Gebralt was expecting aggression from the normally temperamental warhound, but he bounded toward Noir with his cock flopping from side to side and striking against his flank leaving smears of glistening precum. Noir reached down and steadied Astros with the chain collar around his neck, keeping him from leaping up on him like he had been trying to do. He knelt and pushed the mastiff down and rolled him onto his back. Gebralt had never seen the warhound so compliant before. 
Noir wasted little time in grabbing the dog’s throbbing erection. He wrapped his fist around the mastiff’s knot and pulled on it, stretching it away from the sheath. He admired the pulsating root that was exposed, and he wrapped his hand around it behind the knot, making Astros bark into his muzzle and start bucking his hips. His hairless, black-skinned balls bounced wildly behind his cock. 
The panther admired the well-hung canine for a long moment, just feeling the pulse pounding in his cock, watching the fluid drip and spurt from his shaft. It was a truly magnificent cock. Noir licked his lips, his own long, barbed cock throbbing excitedly as he leaned down and ran his rough tongue over the tip of Astros’s dick. The mastiff bucked even faster, and Noir had to  push down on his stomach to keep the dog from gagging him with his huge prick. 
With the salty, metallic taste of the canine’s juices wetting his tongue, Noir began to drool copiously. He swirled his tongue around that twitching tip and wrapped his lips around it, bobbing a little like he was pleasing a lover. Feeling that thick dog-cock throbbing against his mouth made Noir moan and Gebralt whimpered to see the panther’s free hand wrap around his cock and stroke it slowly while sucking off his warhound. 
Noir growled softly as he felt the dog’s pulse quicken through his dick, the organ pounding against his gripping fingers behind its grapefruit sized knot. The panther couldn’t hold himself back. He collared the tip of Astros’s cock with his sharp fangs and bit down slowly. He felt the flesh bend under his jaws, denting under his fangs until with a -pop!- they broke the skin. Once the outer flesh was broken the bite was much smoother, the panther’s teeth shearing through the erectile tissue within and clipping Astros’s cocktip off onto Noir’s tongue. The mastiff howled, but not in pain. His cock bulged even harder if anything, his juices coating Noir’s lips and tongue. 
The panther chewed the bit of cockflesh slowly, savoring it as he eyed the spot where it had been attached. He swallowed and immediately snapped off another bite, claiming a quarter of Astros’s cock for himself. The mastiff writhed, his dick drooling all over his abdomen. Noir lowered his jaws again and wrapped around the next mouthful of Astros’s penis, chewing off , another bite. Now half of the warhound’s mighty cock was gone, turned into dinner for the hungry panther. Noir licked his lips, his whiskers festooned with the mastiff’s leaking precum. He chewed up his most recent bite, loving the flavor of the canine’s thick chewy flesh. He wondered how many bitches the big bad warhound had knocked up, how many little iterations of his seed were running around fighting and fucking right now. He hoped many, because Astros was a fine specimen of a warhound and he’d never be fucking again. 
With another quick snap of his jaws, Noir took Astros’s cock down to the knot, the fat knobs of flesh pressed right up against the panther’s lips. Once he swallowed, Noir snapped his fangs into that thick grapefruit sized knot, but didn’t bite into it. Instead he slowly pulled his head backwards and stretched the root of the mastiff’s cock out away from his groin. Astros howled raggedly and Noir almost gagged as a huge burst of runny dog-semen gushed out over his tongue and went straight down his throat. The panther groaned, his jaws spread apart by the dog’s knot like an apple in a pig’s mouth. He had no choice but to gulp the tangy, salty, canine cum down as it was pulsed into his mouth. It leaked around his teeth and down his chin, mixing with his saliva. 
Still gulping down Astros’s load, the panther pulled his knot away from the dog’s groin as far as he could make it go without tearing it loose. Then he brought that hooked-bladed knife to bear and wrapped it around the exposed slender root of Astros’s cock. The dog had been nearly finished with his massive ejaculation when that blade sliced off what was left of his cock. Noir  grinned around his stolen treat as the dog bucked and started cumming all over again. What was left of his dick had retreated into his now floppy, collapsed and empty sheath and it took several moments for it to overflow with the canine’s fresh load, dribbling underwhelmingly onto his belly. Still with Astros’s knot in his teeth, Noir grabbed the cumming canine’s balls and casually sliced them off too before he was done, drawing a shuddering whimper and a howl from the dog and a renewed wave of fluid out of his useless sheath. 
Noir stood up, taking Astros’s knot from his teeth and leaving the dog where he sprawled, shaking and jerking spasmodically as his body recovered from the intense pleasure it had been subjected to. The fine specimen of a warhound was no longer the stud he once was, with nothing but a glistening scar under his empty sheath. 
The panther strode slowly toward Gebralt, holding and eating Astros’s knot like he would an apple, taking bites out of the firm flesh and chewing them slowly, the long ‘tail’ of its root dangling between his fingers and still leaking cum. Astros’s fat balls still hung from his other hand, swinging lightly as the panther walked. Gebralt shivered as he stared at the feline eating his warhound’s most pleasurable spot, glancing down at his own smaller, but still impressive knot and wondering its fate. 
Noir took the last bite of Astros’s knot, the bite connected to the root of his dick. Noir slurped it up like a noodle, the final piece of the mastiff’s dog-hood disappearing between the panther’s lips. He chewed, a look of bliss on his face as he dropped the canine’s severed testicles down next to Gebralt’s horse’s.
“And here we are at last. Two sets of trophies claimed, and a nice meal later. Now all I have left to claim is the one I saved for last.” Noir teased, his lips sticky with canine semen and what blood had escaped the mastiff’s erection before it had been cut loose. He reached forward and tugged on Gebralt’s cock, making the wolf gasp and whine. 
    “Please! Nnngh!” he moaned, eyes rolling in his head as the pleasure threatened to send him over the edge from even that light stimulation. His cock pulsated, precum rushing out of it in a thick syrupy string that splashed across Noir’s wrist. 
    “Mmm nice and pent up now, aren’t we? I bet you could hardly stand it, seeing your pets have those massive orgasms and you left high and dry. Even though it’s the last orgasm they’re ever going to have.” Noir snickered, licking the precum from his fingers with relish. “Don’t worry though, it’s your turn now. And I intend to have plenty of fun with you before you join your pets in eunuch-hood.” 
    The panther grinned and took up his knife once more. Gebralt whined, his hips jerking as Noir gripped his cock firmly and pulled it upwards. “Oh gods! No! Please, let me cum first!” the wolf babbled, thinking he was about to lose his balls before he got to cum. Noir just snickered. The blade didn’t go for the wolf’s pendulous furry balls. Instead it tucked in close to the root of his dick and Gebralt gasped again, whining as he expected to feel his cock come off. Pleasure ignited in his crotch, confirming his fear. He squirmed, shivering and shaking as the pleasure coursed through him. 
    Noir wasn’t cutting off Gebralt’s dick, however. His blade was cutting into the bunched up flesh of the wolf’s sheath, slicing it slowly around the base right next to his body. He sliced through the entire circumference of the lupine’s sheath and then hooked the blade under the loose flesh and pulled upward, slicing it in half.    
Gebralt opened his eyes slowly as the pleasure gradually ebbed, disappointed that no orgasm had shook through his body. He gasped as he saw what Noir had removed. He’d been circumcised. His furry sheath hung like a flap in front of his nose, bisected and entirely excised from his groin. He looked down. 
    The wolf’s cock now hung at a strange angle from his groin, most of his slender cock root exposed. Without the support of the rubbery sheath, the wolf’s dick dangled toward the ground, the engorged weight of it stretching the root out of the hole where it joined his body. It was still leaking copiously, his precum puddling on the grass below instead of seeping into the fur of his sheath and balls. His nuts were already fairly soaked with precum, sticky and glistening in the light of the torch, and now his dick dangled loose and free from his groin. 
    “Weren’t expecting to ever see what was inside your sheath, were you?” Noir taunted as he tossed the flap aside. “It’ll make a nice leather wristband for me later.” He leered, reaching down and lifting Gebralt’s cock. The wolf shuddered, watching the narrower root behind his fully formed knot stretch from his groin a little as the panther tugged on it. 
    “Lets see how far this bad boy will stretch, shall we? Hopefully I won’t pull it right off you!” Noit teased, flashing a toothy smile at Gebralt’s worried face. The wolf shook, unable to tear his eyes off of the panther’s hands on his dick. It had all been so surreal when he was watching his pets lose their tackle, but now it was happening to him and he could hardly believe it. Still the pleasure emanating from his groin was overwhelming, disabling his ability to protest. 
    Noir wrapped his fingers around the root of Gebralt’s cock, the way he had with Astros. The panther’s fist fit easily between the wolf’s knot and the wall of his body. Hardly any stretching had occurred. Then, with an evil smile, he pushed his other hand in behind the first, wrapping both of them around Gebralt’s cockroot. The wolf groaned as the width of the panther’s hands pushed his cock away from his body farther than it had ever been. The tension inside his groin was incredible and he nearly passed out from the ecstasy shooting out of his crotch to every corner of his being. 
    “Not bad, but I think we can get a few more inches out, don’t you?” Noir purred with a wink, and began to slowly tug Gebralt’s cock away from his groin. 
    “Ah! AH! Nnngh! Mmmpfh!” Gebralt panted huskily, staring as his dick was stretched away from him. He was sure his balls were rising upward in his sac, pulled up by the stretching of his cockroot where they connected. 
    “Mmm it’s such a pity I can’t just pull your cock right off of you, Gebralt.” Noir lamented lewdly, slowly relaxing the tension on the wolf’s dick. Gebralt shuddered violently, his muscles taut as springs from the sensations. 
    “Unfortunately, since I don’t want you to bleed to death, we have to cut it off.” Noir finished, once more and finally producing that wicked curved blade. He kept his hand on Gebralt’s cock, flexing it from side to side and enjoying the freedom of movement that it had without the sheath. “This is going to make a fine meal for me, Gebralt.” He said as he brought the knife up and hooked its tip behind the wolf’s knot. 
    “Oh gods, no! Wait, I want to cum with it attached, please! One last time, just one last time before you take it. Gods, have mercy!” the wolf begged shamelessly, his amber eyes bulging as he stared down at that blade menacing the root of his dick. 
    “S-squeeze my knot and I’ll cum, I swear, it’ll only take a moment! Then you can have my dick, I promise.” He pleaded, his cock throbbing furiously. Noir smiled and nodded briefly before he seized Gebralt’s knot in a crushing grip. 
    “Nnnnnnghhhaahahaaa!” Gebralt howled. His hips jerked forward as his head snapped back like a spring, his face clenched in a rictus of exquisite ecstasy. His cock exploded, gushing so hard the squirts were audible as they sluiced down Noir’s front in gooey white ropes. The wolf had never cum so hard in his life. It felt like every nerve in his body was alight, firing off with pleasure as his cock gushed and pulsated. Noir grinned, laughing at the massive ejaculation of wolf cum coating his abs and chest, and slinging across his own erection. He kept the pressure on, driving Gebralt nearly insane with the amount of pleasure coursing through his body from his cock. 
Noir subtly shifted his blade, crooking it around the wolf’s balls as well as the base of his cock. He waited until the orgasm was just starting to wind down, before he gave a smooth yank. Gebralt’s eyes shot open as he froze. It was too much, the pleasure that flooded through him overloaded his brain and knocked him out. 
Noir lifted the young wolf’s cock and balls away from his groin just as a fresh wave of cum gushed out of the hole where it had once been attached. Gebralt slumped in his bonds, his body autonomously firing off the last orgasm he’d ever have. Noir eyed the wolf dangling there, his muscular young body convulsing, the thick fluid gushing wetly from his loins and puddling on the grass. He gathered up his prizes, the horse’s genitals, Astros’s balls, and Gebralt’s entire wolf-hood. 
“I hope you enjoyed that, wolf. Because my men are going to enjoy enjoying you.” Noir snickered, turning and striding from the tent. Moments later the flap opened and two bandits stepped in, a wolverine and a gnoll. They grinned at one another, their paws dropping their pants and rubbing their own cocks to hardness. Gebralt was in for a rude awakening. 

The End.