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Being a reindeer, and a rather buff on at that, he was always too far north into the cold lands for hunters to reach, and for those who did, he was far too strong and fast to catch. He'd been fine for 21 years so far, and he had handled more than his fair share of hunting adventures. However, the client predator clearly hired a professional team.\n\n\tBod had been out near a hot spring bathing when he had felt a sharp pain in his neck and reached up just in time to feel a metal dart before falling over. Not that he had fallen asleep, no, the drug had merely made his muscles limp before a group of five strong snow leopard came out to collect him. They took all of his belongings, bound him to the ground, tagged his ear, and to make their victory even more humiliating, each of them took a turn with his tail hole. The most embarrassing thing though was when they brought out a portable circular saw and removed his once proud horns from his head, leaving two smooth stumps on his head. It was a shame too, they were at least two feet tall, and beautiful to behold. He had been planning to impress some girls with them so that he would have someone to take to the yule festival this winter. Now they were probably hung on some horny snow leopard's wall...\n\n\tThere was a soft crunch as the truck pulled to a stop and then a beep as it slowly backed up to the loading dock behind the mansion. Bod shifted on his sore bum and looked toward what he hoped was the back of the truck, having been locked in the dark the last 18 hours, stopping only to be inspected and moved off the truck he was on before. There were some loud cries of anguish from other cages, a small whine escaping Bod's lips without him realizing it. Suddenly there was a blinding light and the dulled sound of ballroom music as the truck door was thrown open. It took some time for his eyes to adjust, but eventually he could make out a black panther wearing a French chef's outfit, accompanied by two muscle bound bulls...? No, not bulls. They were wearing nothing but collars, and now that he could see, they were clearly geldings who were being used as slaves.\n\n\tThe panther began to walk down the aisle with a small notepad, examining each specimen for a moment before calling out either “Food!” or “Entertainment!”, the only two fates that ever befall a captured prey animal. As he called them out the bulls loaded the cages onto carts and wheeled them onto the loading dock where others carted them off into the large house. There must be an enormous event going on to require this many prey animals, and Bod was starting to panic, preying not to be food, but remembering his sore hole and hoping not to be made into entertainment either.\n\n\tThe panther came up to the cage and looked at his notes, staring in at Bod's naked frame with a grin. “There is a lot of muscle on this one... but reindeer is such a rare and expensive delight. I think he should be a guest of honor for master Charn's party guests... Entertainment!”, he said firmly and moved on. Bod whined and grabbed he bars, “No! You can't do this! You've gotta let me go!” But it was no use, the chef had already moved on and was ignoring him. The gelded bulls lifted him up and dropped him on a cart roughly and he was carted off to the entertainment line, where a masked figure took the cart and began pushing him inside.\n\n\tThe cart stopped in a dimly lit area, which was surprisingly quiet and lacking people. It appeared to be a sound proofed back-stage like area, with a large opening with light pouring through, and the faint sound of cheers in the distance. The assistant left him there, all alone, nothing much to do but to look around. There wasn't a whole lot there, just some ropes, tables, and a few other stage props. In time some other furs were carted in and out, but it was as if he had been forgotten there. Or at least, he really rather hoped he had. He moved around his cage, trying to roll the heavy cart around, or to bend the bars, but nothing would give.\n\n\tAfter what felt like an hour or more two tigers entered the room. The first a bright orange, wearing a very expensive suit, and the other a white tiger, wearing an equally expensive, but much more theatrical looking tuxedo, with a blood red scarf wrapped around his neck and tucked into his shirt. “Hopefully this will be a most enjoyable show, Sir”, the white tiger said with a small bow, “The servants should have your private balcony ready, the show is going to start in the next few minutes.” There was more, but Bod couldn't quite focus as he started to panic, his heart pumping in his chest as the orange tiger leaves. There is a knock on the cage as the white tiger leans down to get a look at his new play thing, inserting the key and opening the cage. “Get out and stand up for me. And don't you dare think of running away. I'm at least twice as fast as you, and I promise that things will be twice as painful.”\n\n\tBod was cautious as he crawled out of the cage and stood up. He had about half a foot of height on the tiger, and he was nearly as muscular... if it was just him and the tiger he might be able to escape. However, before he could consider things any further he got a firm knee to the nuts, the tiger putting his whole body into the blow, making Bod double over and nearly fall to the floor, struggling for breath and cry out. The tiger grins and leans down, slipping a metal collar around the reindeer's neck, clasping it in place. “I would really hate for you to think that your size is going to be an advantage. You're meat now, and you exist for entertainment. If you should forget that, then this collar will be sure to remind you.”\n\n\tIt still took a minute for him to catch his breath, but Bod got the picture and stood up slowly, scowling at the tiger before him, “So what do you want me to do then”, he asked in a mocking tone. “Well, first off I want you to go out there and give those hungry, hungry predators a show on our dancing pole. After that, I'm going to come on stage with you, and then all you have to do is follow some simple directions. If you behave you may make it out of this alive.”\n\n\tThe tiger points out towards the door to the stage with a menacing look, “Don't forget to smile”. Bod bites his lip, heavily considering trying to beat the tiger up anyway, but deciding to go with it for now. He was at least out of his cage, and that was a start. The hallway was rather short before Bod found himself walking out onto the stage, there was loud music playing, a bit more club-like and upbeat than what he had heard before. As he walked out he heard several loud whistles and jeers, two twin rabbits dancing pole dancing together, both wearing collars like him, but both seeming to enjoy the attention. And hell, why shouldn't he? The tiger did say he could make it out alive if he followed orders. Besides, to be totally honest, he'd considered pole dancing before back in the Northlands after seeing some hot guys doing it at a bar.\n\n\tHe walked out with the best smile he could muster, given the situation, and gripped the middle pole between the twins. There was quite the applause, and with the stage lights in his face it was pretty easy to try and imagine that the crowd wasn't planning to eat him. The tiger said he would be fine, and the cheers where definitely helping him out as he started to dance. The pole was slick and rather warm in his hands, and his hooves were a tad awkward on the stage floor at first, but soon he was having a good time, teasing and dancing. Too much of a good time actually, as his cock started to stir, his naked frame offering no cover as the thick meat rises, grinding against the pole.\n\n\tEmbarrassed at first, he soon hears that this only draws an even larger cheer from the crowd. Dare he say it, he felt rather liberated to be so free and enjoying himself in front of all these predators. In fact, the thought was only making him harder. He felt like he had some kind of dominance over them, making them look but not touch. So much so that he stopped dancing and signaled to one of the bunnies, who was on all all fours a few moments later with Bod's massive rod spearing her crotch. To say that this drove the crowd wild would be a bit of an under statement, but what really did it was when her brother came in and started to top Bod. Not that he minded much. The rabbit's member was nothing compared to those snow leopards from before, and he was actually rather liking it. At least he was until the tiger walks on stage and the crowd goes silent. He looks up in confusion as he hears a metallic “SHINK!” and then two dull plops, the twins heads dropping to the floor and rolling off right as he feels the male blow a load in his hole.\n\n\tBod stops and gasps, his hips frozen as he looks down at the stump between the female's shoulders and he feels the blood of the male dripping onto his back, stuttering as he searches for words, the crown bursting out in cheers and laughter yet again. He was starting to understand just what the collars were for as the twins fall limply to stage, leaving him hunched on all fours looking like a deer in the head lights. He can't do much but look out now, his eyes adjusted to the bright lights, letting him see all the hungry, horny, anxious faces in the crowd. He could even see the kitchen doors swinging in the back of the room, where he was certain half the people he came here with were being butchered. Dread suddenly kicked in as paws reach up onto the stage and grab the lifeless bodies of the rabbits, pulling them into the crowd.\n\n\t“Stand up, 37. It's time for the main event!”, said the tiger, placing his paw on Bod's shoulder and digging his claws in lightly. Bod stammered and stood up shakily, his cock still as happy as ever to be there, though he suddenly felt dumb founded, only managing to say something along the lines of “heads.... gone...” which drew considerable laughter from the crowd. The tiger nodded as he introduced himself to the audience. “Hello again previous visitors, and a hearty welcome to first timers! I am the Great Magician, Krechevskoy, and this is the annual Predators Masquerade Ball! I'll be hosting this particular event, and you can find an event schedule in the main entry hall.”\n\n\tBod stood there in a daze, barely flinching as the tiger lead him to the back of the stage where the curtain had been opened and an upright table was wheeled out by the two gelded bulls from before. All bod could do was stair at the streaks of blood where the twins were dragged away and wonder how this tiger could be making such a laid back announcement. The bulls suddenly gripped his wrists, jerking him back to reality as he was lifted and pressed back against the table, metal cuffs clamping around his wrists as he starts to squirm and try to get free, screaming and begging to be let free, the big bulls pinning his muscular legs and cuffing them to the table as well, leaving him spread eagle and exposed, his cock jutting out and cum dripping down his tail onto the table. Just what did he think he was doing before? He felt so stupid for thinking he'd had any kind of control.\n\n\tWith a low bow and applause from the crowd, the tiger holds out a handkerchief and reaches in, pulling out an ornate longsword. “Tonight, for your viewing pleasure, a magic show for you all!”, the tiger exclaims, turning around and pressing his sword under the reindeer’s chin, “We are going to cut this reindeer into pieces, without the use of any smoke or mirrors. Magic in it's purest form.” With a pleased chuckle the tiger walks up closer and swings his sword downward with a flash. Bod barely had time to see it happening before the most intense pain he had ever felt shot trough him, his left leg totally severed, falling down onto the stage as the metal cuff around it opens. He throws his head back and screams and screams as blood spatters the stage, unable to hear the uproar of the viewers, or even think straight.\n\n\tThe gelded bull assistant on his left picks up the severed leg and holds it up for the drooling furs to see, walking a fair distance from the edge of the stage before returning and placing the leg on a table. Bod finally screaming so long that he couldn't manage to scream any more, his voice hoarse and his mind swirling, his cock still jutting out as the tiger casually takes a second swing, Bod feeling the weight of his torso now hanging from his wrists, completely legless. The tiger had lied to him... he wasn't going anywhere alive. They were going to torture him and eat him anyway... live!\n\n\tBy the time his second arm came off Bod was amazed he was even still conscious, all four of his limbs laying on the table, being held up by the bull to be shown to the masses. Just a limbless torso with a head and a flaccid cock and balls hanging down below him. Bod was crying and begging for death from his captor now, as a small cushioned stand is brought out and he is placed on his stomach and belted down with his neck hanging off the end. The crowd could now see him flailing his useless stumps and crying out, utterly helpless.\n\n\t“For this next part, I'm going to require a volunteer from the audience... someone with a lot of meat to offer, if you know what I mean!” There is a lot of skirmishing down below, and the sounds of more than few fights breaking out, possibly even a murder, but soon a bear emerges from the crowd with a large grin on his face. As he steps up onto the stage Bod sags his head, thinking himself far from caring at this point. The pain is so strong that he doesn't even feel it anymore. However, there is an unexpected pressure! The bear he assumed had no doubt been chosen to end him, was instead gripping his hip in a bare paw and peeling back his sheath, revealing a thick, black, slimy cock.\n\n\tBod suddenly found himself trying to squirm again, flailing harmlessly like a fish out of water as his assailant begins his forced entry. Even though he hadn't minded the small rabbit from before, this was in a whole other league. The bear was at least twice the size of the snow leopard hunters from before, and even then, he had been loose from the hot springs. This was something he was totally unprepared for, and he found his voice enough to scream and beg and plea again. His insides felt like they were being ripped open and the bear didn't even feel totally hard yet. The only thing that Bod could think was how badly he wanted the bear out of him, pushing back and tensing as much as his useless body would allow.\n\n\tSeveral minutes later the smell of heavy blood and musk pervaded the concert hall, many furs beating off, others pinning down smaller members and taking their own prizes as they watch. It was obvious that the big bear was getting close now, and despite the pain, Bod's biggest embarrassment was his rock solid cock bouncing against the bottom of the small table he was strapped down too. If this bear didn't hurry up, the pervasive mixture of pleasure with pain was going to make him blow a load in front off all these watchers. He was doing everything he could to hold it back, but it just wasn't going to happen... with a long, unintentional moan, Bod's seed fired out, some of it sticking to the table bottom and dripping down, but most of it sloshing on the floor. Being part deer, there was no shortage of it either. His powerful cock kept jumping and twitching as he rode out his orgasm.\n\n\tHalfway through it he felt the bear start to unload as well, but the feeling quickly stopped. While the bear was preoccupied, the “Magician” Krechevskoy had been watching for openings, and right as he saw his nuts drawing up for the first big shot, there was the sound of metal flying through the air, and the head of the bear rolls off backward, then as he begins to fall beck, a downward swing severs the ursine body from its pride and joy, the cock still stuffed in the reindeer's well used ass, with a big brown furry sack hanging down below it.\n\n\tThe room went silent apart from the thud of the massive body slamming against the stage, followed by a long pause as everyone stared at the tiger who casually walks where the bear just stood and hooks his paw around bods cock and balls, pulling them down. The silence was broken by a gradual clap coming from the balcony, as the host stands. Soon after, the other joined in jeers and claps, the shock of the pred's death passing by. Taking the blade through very slowly, Krech sliced off the cock and balls of the rare breed on the table before him. Bod was lost for words, though had there been any, they wouldn't have been heard. Krech walked around and wasted no time shoving the severed member into Bod's dumbfounded maw.\n\n\tThis was all too much for him, and the taste of his own genitalia was too much. He just wanted to die so he would be left alone. That wasn't on the menu however, as his jaw was forced shut, smashing his balls in his maw and flooding it with the flavor of blood and cum, the tip of his cock falling down and rolling off the stage. He wanted to spit it out, but the powerful paw guiding his jaw forced his helpless frame to chew, and eventually to swallow to avoid strangling. Once he was sure that it was all down, the tiger gripped his sword and stood behind the broken, beaten, and utterly embarrassed prey before him, resting it on his neck. “I'm afraid that we are almost at the end of our show, but I promise that the magic has just begun!” He swings down, and almost as if time was moving at a crawl, Bod closed his eyes and felt himself falling to the floor, his easy life flashing through his mind as he hits the stage.\n\n\tHe can hear cheering, but it doesn't fade like he figured it would. Rather, Bod opens his eyes to see he is being held up for the crowd. Still alive, though completely removed from his body! This was impossible, and yet it was happening. He couldn't speak with his windpipe gone, but he was perfectly capable of feeling and seeing and even his hearing wasn't totally gone. \n\n\tThat was when the unexpected happened. The gelds returned to the stage and held up his lifeless torso, and then one by one, the magician presses each limb to the body and they are reattached, without so much as a scar. As miraculous as it was though, Bod was starting to get the big picture, and started to panic as his head was placed back on his shoulders, everything but his cock and balls restored completely. The applause from the audience was astounding as Bod was lead off the stage and back to his cage.\n\nThe next showing will be in a few hours!\n\n[center]2010 © Krechevskoy[/center]","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Masquerade
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2010 © Krechevskoy
\tIt was nearing twilight as the large semi truck ran up a long gravel drive toward the mansion at the top of the hill. The sounds of muttering and whining pervaded the air in the back, where at least fifty cages where stacked, each containing at least one rare breed of prey species. It wasn't exactly uncommon for these kinds of things to happen. All prey animals had heard of the depraved things that predators would do with their prey. Every one there knew they only had two possible fates, and they weren't looking forward to either.
\tBod sat quietly in his cage, tugging on the plastic tag that his hunters had crudely pierced his ear with. They clearly hadn't cared about his comfort, as it stung and felt inflamed. It was yellow with the number 37 printed in bold black letters. No doubt it included a GPS tracker, in case he managed to escape. He had been far too careless. Being a reindeer, and a rather buff on at that, he was always too far north into the cold lands for hunters to reach, and for those who did, he was far too strong and fast to catch. He'd been fine for 21 years so far, and he had handled more than his fair share of hunting adventures. However, the client predator clearly hired a professional team.
\tBod had been out near a hot spring bathing when he had felt a sharp pain in his neck and reached up just in time to feel a metal dart before falling over. Not that he had fallen asleep, no, the drug had merely made his muscles limp before a group of five strong snow leopard came out to collect him. They took all of his belongings, bound him to the ground, tagged his ear, and to make their victory even more humiliating, each of them took a turn with his tail hole. The most embarrassing thing though was when they brought out a portable circular saw and removed his once proud horns from his head, leaving two smooth stumps on his head. It was a shame too, they were at least two feet tall, and beautiful to behold. He had been planning to impress some girls with them so that he would have someone to take to the yule festival this winter. Now they were probably hung on some horny snow leopard's wall...
\tThere was a soft crunch as the truck pulled to a stop and then a beep as it slowly backed up to the loading dock behind the mansion. Bod shifted on his sore bum and looked toward what he hoped was the back of the truck, having been locked in the dark the last 18 hours, stopping only to be inspected and moved off the truck he was on before. There were some loud cries of anguish from other cages, a small whine escaping Bod's lips without him realizing it. Suddenly there was a blinding light and the dulled sound of ballroom music as the truck door was thrown open. It took some time for his eyes to adjust, but eventually he could make out a black panther wearing a French chef's outfit, accompanied by two muscle bound bulls...? No, not bulls. They were wearing nothing but collars, and now that he could see, they were clearly geldings who were being used as slaves.
\tThe panther began to walk down the aisle with a small notepad, examining each specimen for a moment before calling out either “Food!” or “Entertainment!”, the only two fates that ever befall a captured prey animal. As he called them out the bulls loaded the cages onto carts and wheeled them onto the loading dock where others carted them off into the large house. There must be an enormous event going on to require this many prey animals, and Bod was starting to panic, preying not to be food, but remembering his sore hole and hoping not to be made into entertainment either.
\tThe panther came up to the cage and looked at his notes, staring in at Bod's naked frame with a grin. “There is a lot of muscle on this one... but reindeer is such a rare and expensive delight. I think he should be a guest of honor for master Charn's party guests... Entertainment!”, he said firmly and moved on. Bod whined and grabbed he bars, “No! You can't do this! You've gotta let me go!” But it was no use, the chef had already moved on and was ignoring him. The gelded bulls lifted him up and dropped him on a cart roughly and he was carted off to the entertainment line, where a masked figure took the cart and began pushing him inside.
\tThe cart stopped in a dimly lit area, which was surprisingly quiet and lacking people. It appeared to be a sound proofed back-stage like area, with a large opening with light pouring through, and the faint sound of cheers in the distance. The assistant left him there, all alone, nothing much to do but to look around. There wasn't a whole lot there, just some ropes, tables, and a few other stage props. In time some other furs were carted in and out, but it was as if he had been forgotten there. Or at least, he really rather hoped he had. He moved around his cage, trying to roll the heavy cart around, or to bend the bars, but nothing would give.
\tAfter what felt like an hour or more two tigers entered the room. The first a bright orange, wearing a very expensive suit, and the other a white tiger, wearing an equally expensive, but much more theatrical looking tuxedo, with a blood red scarf wrapped around his neck and tucked into his shirt. “Hopefully this will be a most enjoyable show, Sir”, the white tiger said with a small bow, “The servants should have your private balcony ready, the show is going to start in the next few minutes.” There was more, but Bod couldn't quite focus as he started to panic, his heart pumping in his chest as the orange tiger leaves. There is a knock on the cage as the white tiger leans down to get a look at his new play thing, inserting the key and opening the cage. “Get out and stand up for me. And don't you dare think of running away. I'm at least twice as fast as you, and I promise that things will be twice as painful.”
\tBod was cautious as he crawled out of the cage and stood up. He had about half a foot of height on the tiger, and he was nearly as muscular... if it was just him and the tiger he might be able to escape. However, before he could consider things any further he got a firm knee to the nuts, the tiger putting his whole body into the blow, making Bod double over and nearly fall to the floor, struggling for breath and cry out. The tiger grins and leans down, slipping a metal collar around the reindeer's neck, clasping it in place. “I would really hate for you to think that your size is going to be an advantage. You're meat now, and you exist for entertainment. If you should forget that, then this collar will be sure to remind you.”
\tIt still took a minute for him to catch his breath, but Bod got the picture and stood up slowly, scowling at the tiger before him, “So what do you want me to do then”, he asked in a mocking tone. “Well, first off I want you to go out there and give those hungry, hungry predators a show on our dancing pole. After that, I'm going to come on stage with you, and then all you have to do is follow some simple directions. If you behave you may make it out of this alive.”
\tThe tiger points out towards the door to the stage with a menacing look, “Don't forget to smile”. Bod bites his lip, heavily considering trying to beat the tiger up anyway, but deciding to go with it for now. He was at least out of his cage, and that was a start. The hallway was rather short before Bod found himself walking out onto the stage, there was loud music playing, a bit more club-like and upbeat than what he had heard before. As he walked out he heard several loud whistles and jeers, two twin rabbits dancing pole dancing together, both wearing collars like him, but both seeming to enjoy the attention. And hell, why shouldn't he? The tiger did say he could make it out alive if he followed orders. Besides, to be totally honest, he'd considered pole dancing before back in the Northlands after seeing some hot guys doing it at a bar.
\tHe walked out with the best smile he could muster, given the situation, and gripped the middle pole between the twins. There was quite the applause, and with the stage lights in his face it was pretty easy to try and imagine that the crowd wasn't planning to eat him. The tiger said he would be fine, and the cheers where definitely helping him out as he started to dance. The pole was slick and rather warm in his hands, and his hooves were a tad awkward on the stage floor at first, but soon he was having a good time, teasing and dancing. Too much of a good time actually, as his cock started to stir, his naked frame offering no cover as the thick meat rises, grinding against the pole.
\tEmbarrassed at first, he soon hears that this only draws an even larger cheer from the crowd. Dare he say it, he felt rather liberated to be so free and enjoying himself in front of all these predators. In fact, the thought was only making him harder. He felt like he had some kind of dominance over them, making them look but not touch. So much so that he stopped dancing and signaled to one of the bunnies, who was on all all fours a few moments later with Bod's massive rod spearing her crotch. To say that this drove the crowd wild would be a bit of an under statement, but what really did it was when her brother came in and started to top Bod. Not that he minded much. The rabbit's member was nothing compared to those snow leopards from before, and he was actually rather liking it. At least he was until the tiger walks on stage and the crowd goes silent. He looks up in confusion as he hears a metallic “SHINK!” and then two dull plops, the twins heads dropping to the floor and rolling off right as he feels the male blow a load in his hole.
\tBod stops and gasps, his hips frozen as he looks down at the stump between the female's shoulders and he feels the blood of the male dripping onto his back, stuttering as he searches for words, the crown bursting out in cheers and laughter yet again. He was starting to understand just what the collars were for as the twins fall limply to stage, leaving him hunched on all fours looking like a deer in the head lights. He can't do much but look out now, his eyes adjusted to the bright lights, letting him see all the hungry, horny, anxious faces in the crowd. He could even see the kitchen doors swinging in the back of the room, where he was certain half the people he came here with were being butchered. Dread suddenly kicked in as paws reach up onto the stage and grab the lifeless bodies of the rabbits, pulling them into the crowd.
\t“Stand up, 37. It's time for the main event!”, said the tiger, placing his paw on Bod's shoulder and digging his claws in lightly. Bod stammered and stood up shakily, his cock still as happy as ever to be there, though he suddenly felt dumb founded, only managing to say something along the lines of “heads.... gone...” which drew considerable laughter from the crowd. The tiger nodded as he introduced himself to the audience. “Hello again previous visitors, and a hearty welcome to first timers! I am the Great Magician, Krechevskoy, and this is the annual Predators Masquerade Ball! I'll be hosting this particular event, and you can find an event schedule in the main entry hall.”
\tBod stood there in a daze, barely flinching as the tiger lead him to the back of the stage where the curtain had been opened and an upright table was wheeled out by the two gelded bulls from before. All bod could do was stair at the streaks of blood where the twins were dragged away and wonder how this tiger could be making such a laid back announcement. The bulls suddenly gripped his wrists, jerking him back to reality as he was lifted and pressed back against the table, metal cuffs clamping around his wrists as he starts to squirm and try to get free, screaming and begging to be let free, the big bulls pinning his muscular legs and cuffing them to the table as well, leaving him spread eagle and exposed, his cock jutting out and cum dripping down his tail onto the table. Just what did he think he was doing before? He felt so stupid for thinking he'd had any kind of control.
\tWith a low bow and applause from the crowd, the tiger holds out a handkerchief and reaches in, pulling out an ornate longsword. “Tonight, for your viewing pleasure, a magic show for you all!”, the tiger exclaims, turning around and pressing his sword under the reindeer’s chin, “We are going to cut this reindeer into pieces, without the use of any smoke or mirrors. Magic in it's purest form.” With a pleased chuckle the tiger walks up closer and swings his sword downward with a flash. Bod barely had time to see it happening before the most intense pain he had ever felt shot trough him, his left leg totally severed, falling down onto the stage as the metal cuff around it opens. He throws his head back and screams and screams as blood spatters the stage, unable to hear the uproar of the viewers, or even think straight.
\tThe gelded bull assistant on his left picks up the severed leg and holds it up for the drooling furs to see, walking a fair distance from the edge of the stage before returning and placing the leg on a table. Bod finally screaming so long that he couldn't manage to scream any more, his voice hoarse and his mind swirling, his cock still jutting out as the tiger casually takes a second swing, Bod feeling the weight of his torso now hanging from his wrists, completely legless. The tiger had lied to him... he wasn't going anywhere alive. They were going to torture him and eat him anyway... live!
\tBy the time his second arm came off Bod was amazed he was even still conscious, all four of his limbs laying on the table, being held up by the bull to be shown to the masses. Just a limbless torso with a head and a flaccid cock and balls hanging down below him. Bod was crying and begging for death from his captor now, as a small cushioned stand is brought out and he is placed on his stomach and belted down with his neck hanging off the end. The crowd could now see him flailing his useless stumps and crying out, utterly helpless.
\t“For this next part, I'm going to require a volunteer from the audience... someone with a lot of meat to offer, if you know what I mean!” There is a lot of skirmishing down below, and the sounds of more than few fights breaking out, possibly even a murder, but soon a bear emerges from the crowd with a large grin on his face. As he steps up onto the stage Bod sags his head, thinking himself far from caring at this point. The pain is so strong that he doesn't even feel it anymore. However, there is an unexpected pressure! The bear he assumed had no doubt been chosen to end him, was instead gripping his hip in a bare paw and peeling back his sheath, revealing a thick, black, slimy cock.
\tBod suddenly found himself trying to squirm again, flailing harmlessly like a fish out of water as his assailant begins his forced entry. Even though he hadn't minded the small rabbit from before, this was in a whole other league. The bear was at least twice the size of the snow leopard hunters from before, and even then, he had been loose from the hot springs. This was something he was totally unprepared for, and he found his voice enough to scream and beg and plea again. His insides felt like they were being ripped open and the bear didn't even feel totally hard yet. The only thing that Bod could think was how badly he wanted the bear out of him, pushing back and tensing as much as his useless body would allow.
\tSeveral minutes later the smell of heavy blood and musk pervaded the concert hall, many furs beating off, others pinning down smaller members and taking their own prizes as they watch. It was obvious that the big bear was getting close now, and despite the pain, Bod's biggest embarrassment was his rock solid cock bouncing against the bottom of the small table he was strapped down too. If this bear didn't hurry up, the pervasive mixture of pleasure with pain was going to make him blow a load in front off all these watchers. He was doing everything he could to hold it back, but it just wasn't going to happen... with a long, unintentional moan, Bod's seed fired out, some of it sticking to the table bottom and dripping down, but most of it sloshing on the floor. Being part deer, there was no shortage of it either. His powerful cock kept jumping and twitching as he rode out his orgasm.
\tHalfway through it he felt the bear start to unload as well, but the feeling quickly stopped. While the bear was preoccupied, the “Magician” Krechevskoy had been watching for openings, and right as he saw his nuts drawing up for the first big shot, there was the sound of metal flying through the air, and the head of the bear rolls off backward, then as he begins to fall beck, a downward swing severs the ursine body from its pride and joy, the cock still stuffed in the reindeer's well used ass, with a big brown furry sack hanging down below it.
\tThe room went silent apart from the thud of the massive body slamming against the stage, followed by a long pause as everyone stared at the tiger who casually walks where the bear just stood and hooks his paw around bods cock and balls, pulling them down. The silence was broken by a gradual clap coming from the balcony, as the host stands. Soon after, the other joined in jeers and claps, the shock of the pred's death passing by. Taking the blade through very slowly, Krech sliced off the cock and balls of the rare breed on the table before him. Bod was lost for words, though had there been any, they wouldn't have been heard. Krech walked around and wasted no time shoving the severed member into Bod's dumbfounded maw.
\tThis was all too much for him, and the taste of his own genitalia was too much. He just wanted to die so he would be left alone. That wasn't on the menu however, as his jaw was forced shut, smashing his balls in his maw and flooding it with the flavor of blood and cum, the tip of his cock falling down and rolling off the stage. He wanted to spit it out, but the powerful paw guiding his jaw forced his helpless frame to chew, and eventually to swallow to avoid strangling. Once he was sure that it was all down, the tiger gripped his sword and stood behind the broken, beaten, and utterly embarrassed prey before him, resting it on his neck. “I'm afraid that we are almost at the end of our show, but I promise that the magic has just begun!” He swings down, and almost as if time was moving at a crawl, Bod closed his eyes and felt himself falling to the floor, his easy life flashing through his mind as he hits the stage.
\tHe can hear cheering, but it doesn't fade like he figured it would. Rather, Bod opens his eyes to see he is being held up for the crowd. Still alive, though completely removed from his body! This was impossible, and yet it was happening. He couldn't speak with his windpipe gone, but he was perfectly capable of feeling and seeing and even his hearing wasn't totally gone.
\tThat was when the unexpected happened. The gelds returned to the stage and held up his lifeless torso, and then one by one, the magician presses each limb to the body and they are reattached, without so much as a scar. As miraculous as it was though, Bod was starting to get the big picture, and started to panic as his head was placed back on his shoulders, everything but his cock and balls restored completely. The applause from the audience was astounding as Bod was lead off the stage and back to his cage.
The next showing will be in a few hours!
2010 © Krechevskoy
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