
    Lone idly squeezed his sheath in a slow, rhythmic way, tufted tail perked in interest as he looked down through the center of Club Meat Grinder. Like many children before him, the preteen goat was enraptured by the sight of so much carnal murder, fascinated by the droves of cubs just like him being fucked and killed throughout all three floors. Even though the humid haze of so much sweat and blood in the air made details hard to make out, the obfuscation only made the motions of the silhouetted clubgoers that much more erotic, the little goat's mind imagining what he could not see. He could've watched for hours, touching himself until his legs gave out and buckled, toppling him down into the deadly grinder far below.

    A sudden shudder ran through his body, slowly buzzing up his spine as a gentle hand stroked Lone's sand colored fur. His slit pupils rolled up in his head, exposing more of the dark sclera as fingers scratched just between one of his horns and his large floppy ears. It felt amazing, so much so that he almost forgot about the sights of snuff and sex for a moment. He swayed, and another delicate hand covered his belly, rubbing the sensitive place just above his sheath. Whimpering in pathetic pleasure, Lone pressed his head back into the scratching fingers, instinctively wanting more. Instead, he heard a feminine giggle from just above him, both hands going still as he was pulled back until his head rested between a pair of petite breasts.

    Looking up, Lone focused half-dazed eyes as he saw who had so easily conquered him with a few delicate touches. A young panda woman met his gaze, smiling down at his childish expression of confusion and bliss. Her hand started to slowly circle his sheath, her smile falling away after a moment when no cock emerged to press into her waiting fingers.

    "Well now," she murmured to him, tone carefully devoid of disappointment. "Usually the little boys like you can't help but get hard after seeing what's in store for them... Aren't you excited? You seemed to melt well enough from a bit of petting."

    "Oh! Yeah, I'm super excited miss!" Lone nodded eagerly, wide eyed as he felt his interest in the Club's activities return to the forefront of his thoughts. "It's just, um... I did something." A faint cerulean blush showed across the small goat's cheeks and snout, feeling a flush of heat spread down his face and to his belly, the embarrassment and arousal as sweet and warm as a swallow of hot chocolate. Inside his sheath, he felt his soft cock squeeze out a thick drop of precum. "I-I... tied it. I tied it up. My cock." Pressing his paws together before his chest, he flicked his gaze away from the panda woman's. "I kinda... like to do stuff like that. Hurt my cock. Or my balls. Bind them up, or cage them, or... um... oh... ah..."

    His hips started to tremble as the panda slid a curious finger into the opening of his sheath, feeling the slick insides of his cock's hiding hole. They were soaked with precum, and he squeaked and squeezed out another droplet of the clear lubricant as she stroked the tip of his soft shaft, feeling its sticky smooth surface. His legs started to tremble as she dug in deeper, sliding her fingertip down his contracted length until she felt the string tightly bound around the base of his cock, as far down as he'd been able to reach. It kept the blood from flowing in and filling up his shaft to make it stiff. He liked how it felt there, aching slightly as it dug into the smooth sensitive skin, making him stay soft and small and pathetic.

    "Well, isn't that just adorable," the panda said, extracting her finger and popping it briefly into her mouth. Humming considering as she tasted it, she took it out and tapped Lone's nose with the warm wet digit, letting him smell her sweet saliva as she spoke. "I bet you'd just love to have some sexy adult to ruin that little cock, wouldn't you?"

    He nodded again, suddenly feeling shy. His eyes looked up at her, pleading, unable to voice what he wanted. Still, she seemed to understand from his expression. She shook her head, laughing fondly as she stood and ruffled the fur between his horns.

    "Not me, eager little boy. I'm just the tour guide. My name's Lin, by the way." She started to scritch gently between his horns again, and Lone looked down, staring at her naked, branded body for the first time, reading what the smooth scars on her breasts and belly spelled out. 'STAFF - DO NOT SNUFF'. The thought of how much it must've hurt to get those brands made him drift off into masochistic fantasy, zoned out and staring at her breasts as he imagined hot irons clamping onto his cock. He didn't even realize how obvious he was being until she stopped, snapping him back to reality. Blushing at her giggle, he managed to stammer out his own name.

    "L-Lone. I'm... Lone." Nervously tapping his paws together, he glanced back at the club. "Well, I kinda... know the layout already. I was super excited to come here, so I did some research before. I didn't know there was a tour." He'd been picking out the areas he remembered as being the most promising, looking down through the club to try and plan his route. Lin has been right. He was looking for someone to ruin his cock... but also more. He wanted to be used by more than one person, to be abused and fucked until his body gave out. There were a few places he might get that, and he intended to check each and every one. "Can I just go by myself? I think you might just... distract me." He blushed deeper. "Sorry. You're just really... really good at petting me. And way too hot."

    Lin grinned, seeming to find him endearing. Of course, that meant she had to pet him again, something he leaned into eagerly. Almost drooling as she stroked the top of his head, Lone let her hold him up, hearing her hum consideringly.

    "Well... traveling through the club without me is dangerous. The patrons know what's up when they see me with a cub, but they might just snatch you before you're ready if you're alone. It's implied consent just with you being here." Lone nodded absently, eyes closed as he listened and felt her fingers caress his huge ears. "Although..." Finally taking her hand from his head, Lin stepped away. "I think we do have something. We used to have these tag things, back before we established a regular clientele who knew all the rules."

    Going back to the outer wall of the entrance area, the guide opened a door to a hidden closet, leaving Lone to collect himself while his head and ears tingled pleasantly from the aftereffects of her touch. After a few moments of rummaging, she emerged smiling, holding up a small white rectangle.

    "Here we are!" Trotting back to Lone, she knelt before the little goat, showing him what she'd found. As she'd said, it was a tag, made out of the same sort of stiff plastic as a credit card. Stamped on it on large, easily readable letters, it proclaimed 'TOURING - Don't Snuff... Yet!'

    "That's perfect!" Lone grinned at Lin, reaching for the tag. Then he paused, hesitating as he noticed a problem. "But... how can I wear it? It doesn't have a strap..."

    Giving the goat a wink, the panda flipped the tag over, showing him the blank backside. Affixed there was a safety-pin sort of contraption, meant for fastening the device to clothing. She popped it open, the sharp tip of the metal pin glinting as it was exposed, then sharply stabbed it through Lone's nipple. The goat didn't even have time to gasp as he felt the cold little pin slide through his sensitive flesh, sharp pain coming after a moment's delay as the spot began to throb pleasantly. Lin casually clicked the tag closed, then gave it a teasing tug, making the boy squeak in masochistic delight.

    "T-thanks..." Feeling even warmer, Lone stepped back, admiring his new temporary piercing. Even though he knew it'd be less noticeable, he sort of wished he could wear the tag through his cock... or even better, speared through both of his balls. As he imagined how that pin would feel, sliding through both his soft little testes, he knew he didn't want to linger here at the entrance any longer. It was time to go and see what awaited him. "Thanks, Lin, for everything. Especially for the pettings..." 

    Blushing one last time, he waved goodbye to the smirking panda, quickly trotting away towards the stairs as he tried to banish the memory of her finger sliding around in his sheath. As much as Lone appreciated the attractions of the first floor, they simply didn't lend themselves to the sort of abuse he craved. For that he'd need to descend farther, climbing down to the lower tiers in the nearly literal pit of depravity that he'd crawled into.

    Hopping down the southeastern staircase with a ready step, the goat raised his twitching nose as he caught the scent he sought. His skin began to crawl as his fur puffed out, an excited thrill running through his body as he suddenly became aware of just how delicious he might seem. Dolcett was before him, and he found himself slowly walking towards its beautiful kitchens like a moth flapping closer and closer to a flame. Entranced by the sight, he swallowed, mouth hanging slightly open afterward while his wide dark eyes drank in every detail.

    Weaving between tables packed with furs feasting on cubflesh, he swung his head back and forth, dazedly staring at the pieces of meat that had once been children like him. Butchered, baked, dressed and served, cooked carcasses were splayed across tables, hogtied in baking pans, bulging with stuffing or sliced into filets. His tied cock began to poke slightly from its sheath, the string digging even more tightly into his skin his body tried to pump his little shaft to painful hardness. Instead it barely grew, only extending far enough to start drizzling his soft fuzzed balls with a heavy flow of precum.

    Heart thudding in his narrow chest, Lone finally found his way past the bloody banquet, too fixated to even notice the eyes that had followed his tender body as he passed between the tables. Sizing up the goat as the cut of meat he was, the predators sitting at the tables each reluctantly turned away as they eventually caught sight of his tag. Even then they did not dismiss him from their attention, occasional hungry glances passing his way as he strode up to the nearest kitchen, wide eyes fixated on a snuffing in progress.

    Unaware of his own brazenness, the wide eyed goat almost walked straight into the middle of the action in his trance-like fascination, staring at the boy being prepped for butchery. On the other side of the table upon which the victim laid, a small crowd of women waited with eager eyes, ready to watch the show about to unfold. Some few of these flicked their eyes towards Lone as he stumbled, catching himself before blundering in and interrupting. Though they were all too focused on getting their cut to look for long, the goat still felt embarrassed. 

    Trailing sheepishly along the outer edge of the kitchen, Lone found an unobtrusive spot from which to watch the show, peeking his face out from behind the end of a countertop as he eagerly took in every detail. 

    Lying in the center of the kitchen upon a knife-scarred table, a spotted hyena cub squirmed and squeaked, vulnerable belly and neck exposed as pleasure made him tilt his head back. The women in the crowd giggled at his adorable display, some of them touching themselves as they watched the little boy's cock being slowly pumped by his own mother's skilled fingers. The female hyena was smiling mischievously as she pleasured her son, clearly happy to have brought him. Standing stiff and proud from between her legs, the woman's fat dark pseudopenis brushed against the boy's balls, nuzzling them with the bulbous cocktip while he twitched his hips at her every touch.

    "My little boy has been so excited," she cooed. "I promised to bring him here one day and he's just so eager..." At the delighted laughs from the women waiting for his meat, the little hyena moaned, turning his head to the side as his cock as squeezed tightly in his mother's grip. "I've had him on a special diet the last few months, and he's eaten nothing at all the past few days, just a little IV drip to keep him going. He should be delicious and clean for you, ladies. Now... who wants to make the first cut?"

    Immediately the little boy gasped eagerly, pleading eyes fluttering open to look out at the crowd. While the women fussed about who would get the honor of opening him up, the hyena's mother reached over and slid a drawer out from the counter near where Lone crouched, briefly catching the goat's eye. Giving him a brief wink, the sadistic woman selected a wickedly sharp knife from within, light glinting off its hooked tip before she closed the drawer and handed the blade to an approaching member of the audience.

    "Dibs on his liver!", the woman said, turned to speak over her shoulder at the others as she took the handle. A chorus of groans came from the others, but their disappointment didn't seem too severe. All quickly quieted as she smiled at the boy, reaching down to caress his cheek as he stared upside-down at her. At the other end of the table his mother had begun to stroke her giant clit, the pseudopenis pulsing and oozing juices all over her son's crotch. It was all the better to lubricate her unending handjob, expertly edging her son as his belly rose and fell from rapid breaths, frantic whimpers leaking from the child's muzzle as the blade pressed against his skin. 

    "Gut me," he begged, as pathetic as could be. Lone's breath caught in anticipation, feeling the suspense as he squeezed his own balls, rhythmically crushing them a little as he oozed precum and watched, waiting for the blood. The knife stayed still however, a knowing smile spreading across the lips of the woman ready to cut him open. 

    "How do we ask?" His mother's voice was chiding, but the grin on her lips was pure enjoyment. The hyena cub was trembling, his mother's hand gone still so as not to stroke his cock to climax. Clearly he was very close, desperate for release.

    "Please! Please gut me, take me apart!" The boy whined out the words, then gasped as he was immediately given his wish. His wide eyes stared upward at the ceiling, body convulsing in tiny tremors as the hooked blade tip bit through his skin, then started to slide through him. The cut began above his crotch, a tiny rivulet of blood running down to flow around the base of his cock, dripping past his balls as he moaned in a long, drawn out expression of pure fulfillment and joy. A tremulous smile covered his muzzle, and the hyena boy's mother smiled with him, slipping a finger into the tip of her cock and fingering her urethra as she watched her son open up.

    Lone almost drooled as he saw the delicious organs begin to spill out from the quivering child, imagining them as his own insides falling out, ready to be eaten. Steam rose from the offal, glistening guts making a tangle that the woman casually scooped out from the still living boy. His entire intestinal tract was lifted from him like so much waste, plopped to the side to slowly unfurl and ooze across the table. While the woman dug around deeper inside him for her prize, the hyena cub reached out a trembling hand and pressed it into the warm pile of his small intestine. 

    "Those don't go back in, you know," his mother told him, breathy voice showing her own excitement. She was fingering herself in a rapid pace, her wet finger popping in and out of her pseudopenis's opening, the other hand slowly caressing her son's balls. Lone caressed his own aching orbs in a mirror of her motions, panting from arousal as he watched the other cub twitch and groan in ecstasy. His tender liver was yanked out of him by the woman that had opened him, the organ quickly carried away to another kitchen to be used in a recipe. Both Lone and the hyena followed it with their eyes, watching as it was slapped on a cutting board and quickly sliced into strips, which the woman then scraped into a pan to fry.

    Motion drew both boy's attention back to the harvesting at hand, another woman taking her place at the head of the table to select a piece of the tender meat for herself. A grey-furred canine, she was clearly interested in the boy's flesh more than his organs, at least now that his liver had been lost to her. Still, she seemed content to help her fellow cannibals, using the strength in her thick matronly arms to crack the boys ribcage in half as easily as Lone could shell a peanut. The goat gasped at the sound of the snapping bones, which drowned out the hyena's scream of agony. 

    With the cub's chest cavity exposed to the open air, all could now see the rapid movements of his lungs and heart, desperately working to keep him alive long enough to cum one last time. Lone couldn't see the boy's face, but he could hear his half-coherent attempts to invite the other women to rip him apart, pleading with them to eat him. Another crackling rip sounded, and the canine woman stumbled back, looking satisfied as she held a tender rack of raw hyena ribs in her hand. She left, and the next woman in line stepped up without a moment's further delay.

    "You're doing so well, my sexy little cutlet. Mommy is so proud of you..." The hyena woman panted out her praise, staring as another woman's paws scooped out her son's pancreas, ripping it free of its attachment to the body. She was stroking her pseudopenis now, the shaft throbbing in her fingers while the wet hole at the tip gaped open wider than any urethra should be able. One fingertip circled her son's bulbous cockhead, the stiff little member looking painfully hard as it was teased. Despite the constant edging, the child seemed happy, a dazed smile on his lips as he watched his pancreas taken, then his intestines. The two women that had stolen his vital organs chatted to each other as they walked away to their respective kitchens, talking about how they'd cook up some sweetbread and sausage.

    "Snuff him!" One of the women called out. All that remained of the crowd were masturbating openly now, one even holding a cub's face against her cunt while she stared at the eviscerated boy on the table. These were clearly here more for the show, not caring about the meat itself. Lone couldn't blame them really - he was here for the same reason. He fingered his sheath slowly, sticky thick precum coating his finger and making strands of his juices cling to his crotch. Leaning against the end of the countertop, his legs were trembling, barely breathing as he played with himself. He couldn't cum... but knowing that somehow made playing with himself feel better, not worse. His soft cock bent and oozed between his fingers, too slippery to grip, the scent of his own arousal almost overwhelming the odor of blood and offal. A chorus of more cries came out from the watching women, some of them sounding rather pleasured, as if begging for release instead of for the death of a child.

    Openmouthed as she panted, the hyena mother grinned faintly, two fingers gripping her son's cock by the base. Taking the hooked knife from the table in her other hand, she bent over her child, looking into his dazed, happy eyes as her breasts brushed against his exposed organs - those that remained, at least.

    "Cum for Mommy," she said sweetly, slipping his shaft into her gaping pisshole. The boy convulsed, his heart literally lurching in his chest as his eyes went wide, muzzle opening in a howl of release as his entire lower body vibrated from the force of his climax. Lone could see his balls flexing, the goat staring at those little fuzzy orbs as they unloaded, thinking about how alike to his own they looked. Since he was staring, he caught a piece of the snuff show that no one else did, a private display that seemed just for him.

    Lowering her hand holding the knife, the hyena mother slit her son's soft little scrotum along the seam, rapidly jerking off her own clit and groaning as she mutilated his sack. The boy only whimpered, sucking at one of his mother's breasts as she clutched him against her body, practically fucking his cock with her own. After being edged for so long, she was now torturing him with pleasure and pain both, stimulating his still-stiff shaft even though he'd just came. Cum oozed out from around where his little dick disappeared into her huge pseudopenis, his load clearly having been exceptionally large. It would be the last he'd ever produce. 

    Dropping the knife as she felt with desperate fingers, the moaning hyena woman continued to stroke herself, slamming his cock through hers while she dug into his open scrotum. Gripping the two little orbs inside, she yanked, mercilessly castrating her child in a single motion. Tears leaking out of his eyes as he was helplessly used, the boy hugged his mother tightly, happily accepting the agony of unending stimulation and permanent mutilation. 

    Gasping in climax, the boy's mother lifted her hand to her muzzle, greedily slurping down her child's gonads, destroying them beneath her sharp teeth as her hips shook, false cock flexing as she squeezed it tightly in her other paw. Lone was on his knees, tugging the tip of his soft little dick as he watched the boy's empty scrotum drip blood. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to receive the same treatment, to have his balls ruined... but even more slowly, even more agonizingly than what he'd just seen.

    Coming down from her orgasm, the panting hyena woman stepped back from the table, staring in contentment at her eviscerated son while she took a moment to catch her breath. The boy gurgled, cock going soft as he coughed, lungs visibly contracting. His heartbeat seemed slow, the table coated in blood. Nearby, the women waited like carrion feeders, only holding back from pouncing on their prey because it still drew breath.

    Taking up one of the many knives placed throughout the kitchen, the cub's mother bent to give her son a last kiss, slitting his throat as her tongue delved into his mouth. His final act was to give a weak little shudder, eyes closing in happiness as his blood pumped through a half-severed neck. 

    Immediately, the women that had waited for the end of the show started to approach, these final three collecting the boy's heart and lungs for haggis. The one that had used another cub to eat her out during the boy's snuffing commented on how they could use her snufftoy's liver for the dish, since the hyena's had been taken.

    Lone remained on his knees, legs feeling weak from the lust that had him in its grip. He felt... slutty. Like someone could just come up and fuck him and he would just smile and let them snuff him. Anyone would do, really... or better yet, everyone. Yet he left his tag stay on for now, content to let the pure sexual need fill him up, to feel some of the denial that boy must've felt before his final climax.

    Watching as the woman picked up her son's corpse, the quivering goat drew sticky fingers from his sheath, idly licking them clean as she carried what remained to the inner edge of the balcony. Tossing him down into the grinder, she turned and left without a backward glance, still wearing that small, contented smile. Cum dripped from her pseudopenis, her son's last load leaking out of her like it was her own.

    Closing his eyes for a moment, Lone trembled in a powerful convulsion of happiness, shivering from his toes to his horns. This was a beautiful place, the best place in the world for cubs like him. He'd thought it was even before coming here, but after what he'd just seen... even if it was possible to, he would never want to leave this place.

    Standing on shaky legs, he ran off with a stumbling step towards the Toybox area. His tag flapped and flipped up and down as he did, bouncing from its hinge upon his nipple. Though he knew what he wanted, Lone couldn't let himself die until he saw more, not until he saw every excruciating end that he thought he might enjoy, every area that he'd dreamed of visiting. 

    Skidding into the back part of the Toybox, the eager goat nearly faceplanted as he slipped on a dildo, eyes too focused on the cage built into the rear wall of the quadrant to look where he was going. A pair of hands caught him under the arms as he started to lose his balance, heart thudding in his chest from the surprise of almost taking a spill. 

    Taking deep breaths through his mouth as he forced himself to calm down a little bit, Lone glanced upward, cream fur discolored by a faint blush once again as looked up at the one who'd caught him. 

    He found himself meeting the gaze of a smirking bat, one pierced eyebrow cocked at him and dyed hair hanging around her face. She was a sharp contrast to the matronly women he'd just witnessed in their butchery, slim and small-chested, seeming barely out of her teens. Her hands didn't leave his body as she helped him regain his balance, sliding down to his hips as she pulled him against her legs. Fingers rubbed across his belly, and suddenly he felt frozen, trapped by her bold touches.

    "What's the hurry, little cutie?" Slowly circling a fingertip around his sticky sheath, she smiled, showing a set of sharp fangs that poked against her lower lip. "Almost bit it there, and not in the sexy way either. Need some help getting somewhere? Or... getting off somewhere?"

    Opening his mouth to respond, Lone found himself speechless, breathing shallowly through his nose as he stared at the woman's metal-adorned face. It was like Lin all over again, his body overwhelming his brain as the simple stimulation of skilled fingers on his skin made him stupid with bliss. 

    "Gonna... watch someone else die..." Barely managing to focus long enough to form the words, he bit his lip, one foot thumping rapidly against the ground as the woman lightly scratched between his belly button and sheath. A feminine moan came from his mouth, and he blushed deeply at the sound of his own pleasure. Despite the embarrassment, he couldn't resist, couldn't even make himself move.

    "Ohh, that's cool. I'm here for the same thing, sorta." Speaking casually, the bat sat down, drawing him into her lap and continuing to play with his body. "See... I don't like to hurt people? But, I DO like to watch them hurt themselves, and make them feel good while they do. So, it's kinda weirrrd." Barely even looking at him, she started to caress his balls, continuing her dialogue. "I just think it's hot when people are so INTO it, y'know? Especially little kids, the kind that come here. You're so cute, but like... so fucked up! I love it, right?"

    Lone nodded dazedly, wondering if it might be possible for him to cum without an erection just from having his balls stroked. He thought it might be, though it'd take a few hours... a few perfect, heavenly hours, with this woman just doing that thing with her fingers, almost scritching his sack, making it feel so warm and good.

    "But, when I do that, you always want me to snuff you!", she complained. "So like, I come here to the Toybox, right? That way, you can pick out a cool toy, then use that and have it snuff you, and I'll just... help out, ok?"

    Finally turning her gaze back toward the melting goat, the bat raised her pierced eyebrows, waiting for him to respond. Lone drooled, breath coming in barely audible moans of shameless bliss. Clearing her throat, the woman stopped her ministrations, snapping her fingers in front of Lone's face to shake him from his trance.
   
    "Hmm?" Blinking his dark eyes, the goat's slit pupils focused slowly on the bat as he tried to dredge up a memory of what she'd asked. "Yeah...", he said dreamily. "That's... oh, wait!" Before he could automatically agree to whatever she said, he remembered his plan, how he wanted to see more before he was destroyed. "I uh, actually... actually don't want to be snuffed, just yet. Like I said, I just wanna... see someone else get snuffed. Then, if I like it more than the other stuff I've seen, maybe..." He trailed off, tail giving an excited twitch.

    "Oh, well, sick! That's perfect!" The bat grinned, putting her hand around Lone's and standing up, helping him to his feet. "Well, what do you wanna go see then? We can hang out, watch it together." Winking at the little goat, she opened her mouth, poking out her tongue. Lone's eyes widened as the tongue extruded out farther and farther, the tip extending inch after inch past her lips until the long pink protrusion hung down to her shallow cleavage. Drawing it back into her mouth, she blithely added, "Maybe I'll do something with my tongue you might like. We'll see what happens, yeah?"

    "Uh..." Staring openmouthed, Lone took a moment to nod his head. "Yeah... yeah! Um, I was gonna go see if there's anyone in the kennels. I kinda wanted to watch to see what the dogs do to them. Where they bite." Running his hand across his sheath, Lone absently squeezed his balls as he thought about it.

    Watching the little goat with an attentive eye, the bat hummed consideringly, leading him along towards the huge cage set into the back wall. The smell of dog grew stronger the closer they approached, weaving past huge dildos and stepping over perverted children's toys. 
    
    "Well well... looks like you're in luck, cutie," she observed. A boy bluebird had apparently just been dumped into the kennels, his feathered little body being inspected by several curiously sniffing mutts. Lone ran up at once to get a better view, the bat laughing as she was dragged along by her held hand. 

    Not paying any attention to either of them, the avian cub clung upside-down to the sleek undercarriage of one of the biggest dogs, beak stretched wide by a thick red shaft. His tiny birdfeet flexed in pleasure as his throat worked to swallow a load of canine cum, the happily whining dog unloading into his mouth. 

    Lone grabbed the bars, staring intently at the swelling knot of the dog as he pressed his face against the outside of the kennel, utterly absorbed in the facefuck going on in front of him. Behind him he heard the bat woman hum happily as she sat down, letting her manipulate his body as she gently drew his hips backward, seating him on top of her short muzzle.

    Shivering at the feeling of her hot lips kissing his sensitive asshole, Lone let her hear his pleasure, gasping softly and rocking his body a little back against her. Delicate fingers stroked up his inner thighs as he watched the little bird spread his bright blue legs, exposing a cloaca that gaped slightly, a slender conical cock poking from the uppermost edge of the all purpose orifice. The sniffing dogs redirected their noses towards the newly available hole, red rockets popping from sheaths all through the kennel as they caught the familiar scent of a new bitchhole to mount. 

    Feet planting against the ground, the bluebird managed to lift his hips, shaking them enticingly while his stiff shaft bobbed up and down. Still sucking the same dog's cock, he was struggling to keep hold of it, the impatient hound trying to get away from the slut's cum-hungry mouth. It snarled and snapped, twisting to bite at the bluebird's upper arm. The child let go with a gasp and a groan, blood soaking his feathers as his upper body thumped down against the ground.

    "H-he fell," Lone muttered, keeping the bat up to date. After all, she'd said she liked to watch too. "He got bit, and now... all the dogs are ganging up on him. They're all hard... fighting to see who gets his holes."

    The bat hummed in appreciation, one hand lightly cupping his balls, squeezing them ever so tenderly while the tip of her tongue swirled just within his asshole. Lone's pucker flexed in anticipation, her teasing making him crave the full bliss she could offer. Just above the extent of her tongue's exploration, his prostate throbbed in a constant beat, providing the precum that continued to ooze from his barely erect cock. Despite not being able to get hard, he felt a familiar sense of pleasure building at the base of his shaft as the bat continued to rim him. 

    Paws trampled the bluejay's extremities and head as the dogs vied for position around him, the sound of snapping jaws filling the kennels. It was mostly shows of dominance, with few dogs actually retreating after taking a bite. Still, at the end there were two clear winners that stood ready to rut. One, a doberman mix by the look, immediately started thrusting towards the boy's cloaca, slobbering and panting over the bird's soft-feathered chest while his dick bumped against the child's belly and thighs.

    The other was licking at the bird's face, the great wrinkly mastiff encouraging the boy to action as he was assaulted with kisses. Smiling, the child rolled over, earning a bark of surprise from the one trying to mount his other hole. Repositioning onto all fours, he lifted his hips and face both, opening his mouth to invite the mastiff to use his throat for all it was worth.

    "He's taking two at once," Lone panted softly, gripping the bars more tightly now as he used them for support. "On all fours... like a bitch. They're both such big dogs..." His legs had gone weak, turned to quivering jelly by the woman's amazing tongue as it coiled and stroked around his prostate. One of her fingers dug into his sheath, touching the tip of his soft dick and circling slowly, making the sensation of his building orgasm grow even faster. She'd noticed the string, and seemed pleased by it, starting to finger herself with her other hand while the one in his sheath had stroked along its circumference. Still playing with herself, she alternated hands, using the one now wet with her pussy juice to reach up and stroke Lone's limp cock, pinching it between her fingers while she rubbed his precum all over her clit.

    Whimpering with every exhalation, the little goat lost all sense of self as he watched the bluebird finally get both cocks inside him. Sticking from his cloaca like an overlarge clit, the avian's cock spurted thin precum in tiny sprays with each thrust of the animal inside him, his squawks of happiness muffled by the even bigger shaft stuffed into his beak. The mastiff seemed more determined than the dog that had been blown prior, pushing forward into the boy's mouth until every inch of red dick had delved through his small beak, bulging out his throat with violent, merciless thrusts.

    Meanwhile, the other dogs were starting to cautiously approach the bitch bluebird, heads lowered and tails between their legs as they sniffed, hoping for another hole to use. Some even started to approach Lone where he was at the edge of the cage, prompting the bat to pull him back, not pausing in her tonguing as she seated him fully on her face. Kneeling over her head while she laid down, fingering herself with increasing urgency, Lone felt himself approaching the brink of climax. Ecstasy slowly built in his lower belly, the woman's tongue doubled over inside him as it writhed against his prostate, thrashing about in his asshole like an eel. He felt like he could barely breathe from the bliss of it, eyes glazed as they watched the boy meeting his death in the kennel.

    The doberman barked out at the pack as it started to cum, flanks shivering as the huge dog's knot swelled within the avian's cloaca. The child could barely hold himself up, limbs shaking from exhaustion and enjoyment, tail feathers raised to give Lone an excellent view as his feathered hole was stretched out, slender cock shooting out a watery thin precum in a constant squirt. A quizzical dog sniffed at the resulting puddle, then sniffed at the boy's leg, nose making its way up towards his crotch.

    Suddenly, the boy's arms jerked upwards, causing both Lone and all the other dogs to jump slightly. Tutting against his ass, the bat reaffirmed her grip on one of his thighs, lightly patting him to prompt him to give some details.

    "He's... trying to keep the knot in his throat. The one in his mouth, it's starting to cum," the goat explained breathlessly, tiny tail fluttering back and forth. It was so hot, watching the other boy intentionally choke himself with dog dick, embracing death as he forced the knot to swell within his beak. Already he was weak, not being able to breathe well during the deepthroating he had performed, but with the knot inflated he would be utterly without air. This was what he seemed to crave, cock twitching energetically as his throat was filled up by the thick bulb of red flesh. 

    Knotted at both holes, the bluebird started to go limp, hanging between the two dog cocks like a clothesline between two poles. The dog knotted into his cloaca lifted his leg, looking back at the boy and licking the place where they were joined. At nearly the same moment, another one of the dogs sniffed at the boy's drizzling dick, nostrils flaring repeatedly as it inhaled the scent of the thin liquid leaking from the child's pinprick cockhole. Extending its tongue, it gave the salty fluid an interested lick, stroking along the thin pink shaft.

    Immediately the bluebird convulsed, body seizing as a muffled cry of pure ecstasy came from the asphyxiating child. The cock pulsed, then shot a surprisingly thick rope of cum, startling the dog that had licked at it. The canine retaliated at the sudden threat, snapping its jaws and biting the cock, a single yank of its jaws tearing the entire shaft away. It worked its jaws, chewing the unexpected treat before swallowing, then returning to lick at the bleeding stump. Seed continued to weakly leak out and mix with the blood pouring onto the canine's lapping tongue, the bluebird trembling in paroxysms of bliss.

    "Ohmygosh..." Lone whispered, entire body shuddering. "His cock got... torn off... it got bit off while he came, that was... so hooootttt!" He dragged out the last word as he doubled over, groaning his release as his soft, tied little prick finally reached the point of no return. The bat redoubled the motion of her fingers, pinching her clit and lifting her hips as she cried out into his ass, tongue simply pushing hard against his prostate and flexing to rhythmically milk him. 

    Together they came, Lone unloading a thick waterfall of cum that poured from his soft, aching cock, squeezing past the string to drip out of his sheath and down his balls, coating the bat's tiny cute tits, drizzling over her nipple piercings. Chest heaving and hips shaking, the bat flicked soaked fingers against her clit, squirting lightly onto the floor while she let out a squeal of climax so high pitched it faded into ultrasound. As his orgasm washed over him, the goat watched the bluebird choke, slowly going still as he ran out of breath, until finally the wound that had been his cock utterly ceased to bleed. There was no more heartbeat to push out the blood.

    Shakily, Lone stood up, legs cramping from the intensity of his shaking during the orgasm. Wincing, he rubbed them, still looking on as the eager pack of dogs started to tear apart the bluebird's body, apparently fond of the taste of fowl. The bat stayed on the ground, grinning dopily as she ran fingertips over her short gray fur, caressing herself slowly, spreading Lone's cum across her chest.

    "Man... I love cubs like you," she murmured. "You really got off on watching that kid, I could feel it. Damn. Such a cute little slut." Sighing, she lifted a hand to her mouth, idly licking it clean with her extensive tongue before grunting and getting up onto her feet. Looking down at his own messy crotch, sheath filled with his own cum, Lone tapped his paws together before himself, slightly embarrassed.

    "Yeah... I really, really did. I don't think I've ever cum while soft, before... thank you." It'd been incredible. Such a different feeling than cumming from stroking his cock. He hoped that before he was snuffed for good, he'd get to experience it again.

    "No problem, little dude." The bat winked, then without warning dropped to her knees, grabbing Lone by the hips and locking her lips against his sheath. The goat yelped, then groaned as she sucked powerfully, drawing all the cum from his cock's hiding hole in a single amazing gulp. Her tongue pushed into the shallow slit, filling it up like a snake in a bag, enveloping his cock as she lapped out every last strand of his seed. It felt almost too good following his orgasm, leaving Lone stumbling backward when she eventually let him go. Licking her lips, she steadied him as she stood once more, stretching slender limbs in satisfaction.

    "Tasty," the bat commented, stepping away with a smirk. "Well, I'd say see you around sometime, but... you're not looking to be around much longer. Too bad. You'd make a cute pet." With a casual wiggle of her fingers in farewell, she strode away without another word, clearly having had everything of the little goat she was interested in taking. Lone squeezed his asscheeks together as he watched her retreat, feeling her warm saliva still wet on his tingling hole.

    After a moment's pause to collect himself, the little goat started back on his way, smiling in happiness as he half-pranced his way towards the stairs. Both his floppy ears bounced and swung against his back, waving in the air as he quickly took the steps down to the lowest floor. 

    Landing with a thump of paws against carpet, the little goat looked across the expanse of his final destination. The third floor was the most densely populated by adults of those he'd seen, though that only made sense with the entrance located to his left. Several of them passed by him as he looked around, giving him considering glances before continuing on their way up the stairs to more moderate areas. 

    For a while, Lone simply admired all of them, sadistic adults coming and going through the two doors of the Adult Entrance, laughing or in groups, some of them eager, others casual. A few dozen stood at a small bar set within the bounds of the quadrant, sipping at drinks, some even sharing their liquor with giggling, tipsy little cubs they'd collected. 
    
    After that, he turned his gaze in the other direction, looking at the concealing black cloth that was all he could see of the Film Studio. The soundproof partitions hung down, partitioning off each separate film set and leaving only a central corridor open for traffic to pass through. Hidden behind those curtains were some of the most visually erotic snuffings in the entire club, recording cameras running nonstop to capture every gory detail. Though he couldn't see what was being recorded right now, Lone's mind's eye filled in the absence with memories of snuff videos he'd watched before coming here, his favorite pornographic clips replaying in his mind. Imagining those gory scenes he'd cum to so many times, he reveled in the knowledge that each one had been filmed right here, less than a hundred meters from where he was standing. 

    Where Lone did not look, could not look, was across the pit of the main meat grinder. Despite the way his eyes avoided it, he knew what was there. The area frequented by the most brutal, most sadistic of the adults. The ones with cold eyes who stalked straight towards the Gym without a glance at the rest of the cub's attractions, baring their teeth or flexing their fists in impatience. They knew their tastes could only be satiated by the kinds of cubs that came looking for the most mercilessly agonizing of ends. Snuffings there could last hours as multiple adults raped the same child until their body gave out from the strain and exhaustion, having given up all they had to offer. Others would last barely 5 minutes, picked out by an adult too impatiently bloodthirsty, too eager to kill to drag out their murder. Both prospects called to Lone with the siren song of shrieking, screaming cubs coming from that direction, too loud even to be drowned out by the sound of the grinder so close. 

    Lone knew what he wanted, knew if he looked at it he wouldn't be able to resist. So instead, he kept his gaze firmly focused southward, striding forward toward the darkly curtained corridor that ran through the middle of the quadrant.

    Walking into the central hall of the Film Studio, Lone glancing in and snuck peeks at the stage entrances as he passed them. He wasn't the only one doing this, several other adults and children trailing ahead of him or passing by, each browsing for an available stage or ongoing scene that caught their interest. 

    Looking in first on a sexualized horror movie reenactment, then a educational video on how to properly time a final orgasm when snuffing, he eventually found himself trailing behind a girl a few stages ahead of him. The longhorned cow calf was lingering longer at each entrance than he was, tufted tail flicking and swishing across her quivering flanks as she played the part of voyeur. After briefly considering a mock nature documentary and a flaying striptease, he caught up to her at one of the open black curtains. 

    "What's this one?", he whispered as he approached. Her wide bright eyes shot towards him, and she gave a startled half-moo. Despite being even younger than he was, the fur of her dark-dappled chest pushed forward with a pair of budding breasts, nipples hard and ever so slightly wet beneath the dim light of the hall. He had to keep his distance to not get clocked by one of her horns when she turned her head to face him, sheepishness briefly overcoming her arousal.

    "Sorry, um..." Turning back, she forced him to retreat from her horns once more as she looked once again into the stage, apparently already forgetting what was going on inside. "It's, like... a guy punching kids. I dunno. He's hardly raping them at all, so like, what's the point?"

    Intrigued, Lone slid behind the curvaceous cowgirl, peering over her horns to get a better view. Together they watched as a harsh-eyed boxer dog wound up a vicious punch, taut shoulder muscles flexing in a snap of action that drove his gloved fist straight into a lamb girl's chest. Her ribs crackled with a sound like thin ice being stepped on, collapsing to her knees as she gasped for breath, wide-eyed with panic and lust. True to the calf's observation, the boxer barely seemed interested in fucking the dying slut, kicking her out of the ring to land in a pile of bodies. The little lamb squirted as she desperately rubbed at her own slit, her collapsed and punctured lungs uselessly straining for air until she finally died. The clear liquid of her climax gave way to yellow as her bladder let go, and Lone stopped watching her, turning instead to the boxer's next contender. 

    A male kitten about his age was already climbing up into the ring, tail flicking in nervous excitement while the boxer casually chugged from a water bottle. Lone found himself intrigued, leaning past the cowgirl to peek in at the area inside the stage that the cat boy had come from. His horns clicked against hers, catching briefly in a way that tugged annoyingly at his head, but he managed to get a brief look at a small stand of bleachers where cubs could watch the ongoing show. Above them a camera filmed all, to be edited and uploaded later on the Club's website. 

    Disentangling her horns from his, the young cow huffed a hot breath against the back of his head, clearly not caring much for what she saw.

    "I'm gonna go see if there's anyone doing gangbangs," she said. "Wanna come with?"

    Staring at the kitten boy as he finally took his place in the ring, Lone's gaze was drawn towards the child's crotch. His soft-fuzzed balls were as large as any he'd ever seen, heavy tennis ball-sized globes hanging beneath a thumb-sized cock bristling with small wet spikes. The eager feline wasn't just leaking precum but spurting it, little jets of clear sticky fluid shooting from his cock as it pulsed with arousal. The prospect of being brutally beaten to death had the child trembling with lust, reminding Lone of how he'd felt as he'd watched the bluebird's last orgasm.

    Feeling more and more drawn in, Lone slowly shook his head at the cowgirl's offer. Annoyed, she chuffed indignantly, striding away down the black corridor of the Film Studio to try and find something more suited to her tastes. 

    Ignoring her reaction, the goat boy entered the studio, unable to take his eyes off the show. The hard-eyed canine had drained the entire water bottle, his toned body glistening with sweat beneath the studio lights. As he slipped his boxing gloves back on, Lone was enraptured by the play of muscles beneath the short fur. So much brutal power, ready to be let loose.

    Feeling his way over to the audience area, the little goat carefully avoided interfering with any of the recording equipment, dodging obstacles spotted in his peripheral vision. When his calves and thighs finally felt the familiar shape of bleacher benches pressing up against them, the round was just beginning. Three short rings of an unseen bell announced the start of the miserably unfair match, and Lone eagerly plopped down to watch, taking a seat in the front row.

    As he sat, the surprised goat jerked, going still at the shocking sensation of a cock sliding deep inside his ass. His hot relaxed hole had accepted the unseen intruder easily, and now the petrified child was frozen in a straightbacked posture, the pain of sudden penetration starting to sink in. Precum started to ooze up through his soft shaft, heartbeat rising slowly as he clenched around the unexpected shaft. 

    Reaching behind him, he felt for a body, but there was no one there. However, his fingers caught one something even more peculiar - another cock. Following the shape of the shaft downward, his fingertips felt a smoothly brushed weld line where it merged with the metal bench. It clicked in his mind, and he relaxed as he understood. They were just dildos, attached to the benches for the enjoyment of the audience. The one in him seemed a bit bigger than the one he was feeling, but it had the same simple shape, smooth and slightly cold against his insides.

    Tilting his hips so the cock pressed more firmly against his prostate, Lone's attention fully focused back upon the impending boxing match. The bell had just been struck, three sharp rings signaling the start of the pathetically mismatched bout. Wearing a pair of undersized gloves, the little kitten took a few shaky steps closer to the middle of the ring, wide eyes dreamily taking in the fit form of the boxer dog. Lone shared a moment of warm admiration for the perfect canine, humming appreciatively as he watched the flexing of those powerful arms, so much brutal strength packed into each fiber of taut, chiseled muscle. He wore no boxing gloves, only some tape over his knuckles and a pair of tight shorts, showing a delicious bulge. The metal cock in Lone's ass seemed warmer, precum oozing out of the tip of his cock just from looking at the adult, imagining how overpowering they would be to fight.

    The first punch came in a snap so quick that both boys jumped in surprise, Lone's hole squeezing around the shaft inside as he gasped. Mewling, the kitten stumbled back, heavy balls swinging like a pendulum. It took the child a moment to realize he hadn't even been hit. The boxer had thrown a feint. 

    The kitten's brain caught up with events an instant before his cock did, too late to stop the orgasm that he'd been riding the edge of since Lone had started watching. The spurts of clear precum were replaced by more powerful jets of pure white, the violently trembling feline looking ashamed and pleasured in equal measure as he splattered his seed across the canvas. His feargasm subsided slowly, and the cub didn't waste any time once it had completed, meeting the boxers contemptuous gaze and stepping forward once again. Pink little pawpads squished in puddles of his own semen, threatening to make him slip as he squared up. 

    This time, the punch was no feint. In the instant after the little cat tossed out a halfhearted swing, the boxer stepped to the side and drove his bare fist into the child's gut, slamming him backward to stumble against the ropes. Crying out in pain, the cub leaned against the ropes, clearly breathless as his claws extended and retracted slowly from bliss, digging into the canvas of the ring. Tail curling up around his own leg, he managed to draw in a breath just in time to have another blow slam into the side of his head. It drove him to the ground, and he collapsed in a limp pile. Lone leaned forward, a shiver of pleasure and excitement running through him as the dildo dragged through him. For a moment, he was almost convinced the kitten was already dead.

    Instead the child stirred, then stiffly swayed back onto their feet. A black eye purpled the skin beneath their pale fur, and a dazed smile stretched across his lips. Staggering towards the boxer, he bapped his paw against the dog's taut abs. 

    Giving a snort, the fighter struck again. The sucker punch he delivered was brutal enough to make the kitten cry out, but Lone noticed how it had been pulled. Compared to the earlier blow, it barely knocked the air from the boy's lungs. Bending over double, the child rested his head against the dog's chest, moaning and caressing the arm pressed into his belly. Blood dripped from his lip, his eye starting to swell shut.
 
    After a moment the boxer shoved the child back again, then brought up his knee. It crushed up against the boy's nuts, making Lone feel a flush of heat through him as he watched the other cub's testicles squish so suddenly. His ass flexed around the dildo, and he wished for a moment that it was a real dick, just so it could enjoy his little tremors of pleasure.

    Mewling in agony, the kitten spread trembling thighs as the boxer drew his knee back, looking down at his own crotch. His balls looked pink beneath his white fur, and his little chest heaved happily as he dragged his fingers over his stiff little cock, groaning as he squeezed his tender nuts again. Taking his hand away, he gave up any pretense of fighting back, spitting blood to the side and smiling invitingly at the big dog before him. Loud purring reached Lone's ears, pink-tinged precum pouring from the kitten's cock like a faucet as the canine set his feet to begin the true pummeling. 

    Crouching to keep his center of gravity low, the dog's expression grew focused. His fists flashed out over and over, cracking against the child's face, kidneys, belly, and nuts. Lone squirmed on his dildo, the insides of his thighs sticky from his own dripping precum as he watched the hits come harder and harder. Back bouncing against the corner pole, the kitten seemed aware of how the boxer was building towards a climax, eyes closed and head tilted back as he simply enjoyed his beating. Blood trickled from cuts on his face, leaking from his lips. More blood thickened by precum made sticky strands on its way to the floor as it pumped out of his cock in time to the rapid thrill of his heart, his broken balls deeply purpled beneath the fur. 

    Finally, cock straining against his shorts, the boxer gripped the boy's shoulder. Bracing him against the side of the ring, he held him steady while he snarled, snapping his fist in a series of full strength jabs against the cub's cock and balls. The short little shaft bent, almost snapping as it was crushed against the kitten's pelvis, his balls showing just how damaged they were by the liquid way they squished when struck. The scrotum split, one steaming testicle showing its pale surface marred by broken blood vessels. 

    Choking the child, the boxer delivered the last punch with a grunt of satisfaction. His fist crushed the catboy's skull at the temple, caving it inward as the bone broke into pieces that shifted beneath the skin. Good eye snapping open, the kitten gave one last pathetic mew, sharp little teeth making a smile as he slumped slowly down to the canvas. His bent cock seemed to erupt, bloody cum and piss squirting from it at high pressures as he drooled. Quivering from the intensity of his orgasm, the little boy went into a palsy of death that lasted nearly a minute. His damaged brain enjoyed every last moment of its function, his cock never ceasing in its constant outpour as both Lone and the boxer watched his snuffing's conclusion. 

    The kitten went still, and the enthralled goat breathed in deeply, having forgotten to inhale all throughout the final few punches. His prostate throbbed against the metal cock inside him, and he quickly stood up before he could cum. The sensation of the dildo rapidly exiting his ass almost was enough to do it, but he made himself stand still as his gaping hole squeezed on empty air, body trembling as hot arousal thrummed inside him. He couldn't stop staring at the dead cub, especially as the boxer picked up his limp little body and started to fuck its face. The canine's thick knot started to swell almost instantly, locking the kitten's muzzle with his crotch while the cub's battered corpse hung from his dick like the cumdump it was. 

    Before he could watch any more, Lone turned, sprinting out of the set and out of the Film Studio. Panting with a desperate lust that filled every inch of him, he pumped his little legs, hurrying across the Adult Entrance to the place where he would finally get what he so deeply craved. Reaching up as he ran, he yanked on the tag driven through his nipple, squealing with happiness as his sensitive flesh tore, the metal pin coming free with a delicious release of tension and hot red spray. What blood stayed inside him felt like it was thrumming beneath his skin, eager to escape. All the pain and pleasure, every sensation of his body was acute. Vivid. Adrenaline was already flooded through him, making him ready for his final choice. The precum oozing out of his pulsing soft cock felt like molten lava, hot essence of his arousal overfilling him and leaking out.

    Stumbling into a slower pace, Lone crossed the borderline of the Gym, stomach doing excited flip flops in his belly. He was finally here. In the place he'd fantasized about for months... There were so many tempting ways to die here, each drawing him in with a fatal attraction. Above all the rest though, the stocks called to him. Over a dozen of the bloodstained wooden contraptions were laid out here at the northwest border of the area, the quick stop for any sadist looking to find a defenseless cub to rape without mercy. Some of the stocks were simple, traditional bisected boards with half-circles cut in their adjoined sides, perfect for clapping over the neck and wrists of a snuff toy and leaving their rear unconstrained. Others were more complex, full tables with straps and clamps, or wood-beam frames with leather cords to tie up a cub spread-eagle, totally defenseless to blows and cocks alike. Each example of static bondage was an art piece unto itself, a paragon of sadomasochistic creativity. He'd heard that the Club kept nearly a hundred of them, bringing out a random selection each day for the enjoyment of cubs and adults alike.

    Practically swooning, Lone held his paws pressed tightly together beneath his nervously smiling face, coming closer to the closest of the stocks. He had to weave past a crowd of people to get a good view, sidestepping them with a thudding heart as he saw they were drawing and quartering a dildo-stuffed young futa. He felt so exposed without his tag, open for anyone to grab and snuff without warning or consequence. It was such a lovely thrill, especially knowing that if he waited long enough, someone definitely would.

    Circling around, Lone stopped as he finally got a good look at the stocks, standing barely five feet away as he stared at the face of the cub being broken and wondering why it seemed so very familiar. It wasn't until he heard her softly 'moo' in pleasure that he recognized her without her horns. It was the cow girl. Or at least, what was left of her. Both her magnificent skull projections had been snapped off, one even used as a weapon to impale her developing breast through the nipple, the remaining intact tit lactating in a constant stream. Her belly had been torn open, entrails dangling down between where she hung between two wooden restraints, one clamped beneath her breasts, the other just above her waist. 

    The evisceration hadn't been clean, and it took a long moment of looking before Lone realized that it'd happened automatically. Hidden among the hanging loops of intestine were strips of sharpened, serrated steel, stretching between the upper restraint to the lower. As she'd been fucked, body jostling back and forth slightly from the multiple men and futas using her holes, the razor sharp cutting board pressed against her belly had ripped her insides open, hooked serrations catching and pulling at her tender guts. She was still being raped, two of the dicks pounding her tagging out even as Lone watched, leaving hot creampies in her mouth and newly made tit-hole. Blood-smeared lips smiled in an expression of bovine pleasure, unfocused eyes dripping tears as her throat was filled again and pounded by a double-cocked shark futa. Both cocks swelled as the pelagic woman climaxed almost at once, a deluge of seed shooting down the calf's throat. The pressure was too much for her already stretched jaw. It dislocated with a crack, leaving her mouth to hang slackly open, drooling cum as the shark retreated and another stepped up to replace her.

    Hands gripped Lone's hips and lifted him from the ground as he continued to stare at the girl's broken face, stuck in a trance of fascination at how a girl he'd just seen so alive and intelligent was now just a half-dead dumb fucktoy, broken and bleeding out. Just like he would be. 

    Lone's vision was finally blocked by a pair of mature breasts, the woman who had taken him flipping him around to look towards her and lifting him so they could look eye to eye. It was surprisingly far up until he did, with a long expanse of elegant, brown-splotched yellow neck to admire before he finally saw his captor's face. Her beautiful brown eyes examined him for a long moment of shared silence, looking down his body to his soaked sheath, then back up.

    "Something wrong with your cock, boy?" Her voice carried a clipped English accent, making the question sound accusatory. "Someone take it?" Blushing, the little goat explained for her.

    "N-no, ma'am. I just, um. Tied some string around it. So I wouldn't cum until I was gonna get snuffed. I kinda did anyway, but, that wasn't my fault really... and I k-kinda almost did again, a few times... in the past five minutes. I'm really excited, honest." Her unexpected question had briefly smothered some of his arousal underneath a thin layer of half-confused shame, but now his masochistic desires were back in full force as he considered what was about to happen. Her hands against his sides felt so strong, and he felt so fragile, especially after seeing how easy cubs were to break. Tremors started to run through him, his entire body vibrating with snuff lust.

    "Hmmmm." Eyeing him critically, the giraffe took him to a newly freed-up set of stocks a small ways away, setting him down on the flat surface and making him lie on his back. Still shivering with anticipation, Lone looked around, seeing adults waiting, ravenous for the chance to rape him. He felt like his heartbeat was going to make him bounce up and down on the table from how hard it was pounding in his chest, all his holes tingling with anticipation for cock. 

    "Here we are. We'll fix you up, then get you locked in properly." Turning his glance back to the woman as she spoke, Lone noticed first that he'd failed to realize she was a futa. Her smooth-skinned black cock was as long and elegant as her neck, though it seemed far thicker proportionally. Pointed straight at his face, it gleamed slightly in the light from a thin wet coating of precum and blood, the scent of it utterly divine. He trembled eagerly, then went still as he saw what she held. Drawn out from a purse hung expertly in the crook of her elbow, a pair of gleaming sharp scissors slid open with a whisper, promising the death of strings.

    Sticking two fingers deep into his sheath, the woman yanked out Lone's cock with a firmness that made him squeak, the light pink spike of soft flesh shining beneath the Club's lights for the first time. Sliding the cold metal scissor blade along his shaft, she snipped the sodden string at the base, catching a bit of his sheath skin in the follow through and nicking it. It began to bleed, sharp pain lancing up through Lone's body at even a tiny cut in so sensitive a place. Yet before even a single drop of blood could ooze out and down Lone's achingly hot balls, he felt himself grow suddenly hard. Completely erect, almost painfully so. It happened faster than he'd known was possible, his cock pumping up in two heartbeats to its full, modest size. The little pink spike pulsed, sticky with precum and oozing out more in a constant flow.

    "There. Now, lets flip you over. There's a hole for that cute little bit of you, try and find it." Helping him roll onto his stomach, the giraffe caressed his soft ass as Lone rubbed his cock against the polished wood, trying to find the hole she spoke of. Having his stiff dick sandwiched between the firm wood and his own soft belly was threatening to be too much for him, and he didn't want to cum before he even started being fucked. So it was with a sigh of relief that he finally found the opening, slipping his cock through without a second thought. It was only once the woman started to lock the clamps over his ankles and wrists that he began to think about why, exactly, there might be a hole for his cock in this set of stocks. All sorts of exciting possibilities leaped into his mind of course, but there was no way to know until the action started.

    "Perfect," he heard from behind. There was the sound of a purse thumping against the ground, then, unexpectedly, the table folded in half. Whereas previously his butt had been situated safely in the middle of the table, now his legs were now effectively hanging downward off an edge, the back half of the table having folded down toward the ground, leaving his hips resting on the lip of the table and ass pointed out for easy access. Floppy ears tingling with anticipation, Lone made himself stare forward, not looking as he felt the giraffe's cock start to prod against his asshole. 

    His first dick of his day slid in easily enough, slowly stretching him out as his hole spread for her. Little buzzing shocks of pleasure went through him as the intruder sank deeper, and he started to moan, eyelids half-closing as his prostate gave out a pang of ecstasy. Hands gripped his hips, and a thick drop of precum dribbled from his cock beneath the table as the giraffe bottomed out, his eyes squeezing shut in bliss.

    "These go in too," she murmured to him, fingers touching his balls. He didn't understand what she meant until she start to push at them, prodding them through the hole his cock had gone through. It was barely big enough to let them pass, and there were a few beautifully excruciating moments that passed while she shoved them in, squeezing them past his cock. Eventually his entire package was securely dangling from the underside of the table, even further heightening his anticipation for whatever rapturous ruination was in store for him.

    "Mm... yes. You're set now." She leaned over him, long neck letting her crane around and face him even as she started to fuck his ass. A pleasured smile was on her lips, some of that sadistic spark lighting up her eyes. "Time to let the others at you."

    Lone only had a moment to clench his ass in eagerness before she straightened up, giving a sign to some waiting adults, even calling to one by name. "Sabra!"

    Feeling his ass being used, he watched wide-eyed as a small group headed towards him, two adults and another cub showing signs of lust at the prospect of abusing his helpless body. With his wrists bound he couldn't even wriggle, having been relegated to nothing but a fucktoy, something to be used, tortured, or both. It made him want to say something, to spout slutty nonsense until someone shut him up with a dick down his throat and raped him so hard he started breathing cum instead of air. Yet he couldn't think straight enough even for that. Just the prospect of what was about to happen to him had him melting, relaxing against the restraining stocks like it was the softest bed imaginable.

    Sabra turned out to be a lithe, mature lioness in her early thirties. Leading the pack of predators descending on him, she gave a sharp-toothed smile, leaning forward to kiss the giraffe deeply. Without any further exchange, she knelt down, disappearing beneath the stocks and out of Lone's sight. Delicate pawpads began to touch his exposed genitals, and the little goat bleated in surprise and pleasure, shooting a strand of precum as his shaft gave a throb.

    "Ooh, he's fully intact!" A purring voice came from beneath him, muffled through the wood and a thick French accent. "Mm... such a tasty little morsel too. So pink. Shame there's not much here to eat~" Her barbed tongue stroked him, and Lone's body stiffened, jerking against the clamps at a sudden rush of stimulation, agony and delight both overwhelming him for a brief instant. "Hmm-mm..." More purring followed, sharp claws prodding at his balls all over, kneading them. The cock in his ass picked up speed, and he felt his shaft swing back and forth from the momentum of the giraffe's increasingly violent thrusts. Heat was starting to build up in his achingly stretched colon, the deepest parts of him being pummeled by her. He hoped she'd be able to tear him open, just like the calf. His cock gave another powerful twitch at the thought, and he moaned in a drawn out cry. Somehow the sound seemed to express every slutty desire he'd ever had, the little goatish bleat of subservience his admission that whatever came next, it was exactly what he always wanted.

    "So responsive! I love it, tres bein! But, enough chat. Je le sentir en vous, mon petit chevreau... Give me a taste of what's in these heavy hors d'oeuvres. I'll be sure to get a full course after the appetizer." A throaty chuckle preceded the sensation of claws gripping at his cock, pulling it down into a velvety warm mouth. Sharp teeth and rough barbs stroked down Lone's length, and he thrashed in pleasure, whimpering at the perfect balance of agony and ecstasy as she teased him, making his cock convulse against her tongue until she flicked him over the edge. 

    Squeezing down on the giraffe as she tried to pull out of him for her next thrust, Lone's cry of climax was cut off as yet another cock slammed into his tiny body, squeezing into his throat after sliding through his mouth. His eyes watered as he gagged, cumming even as he tasted the sweet tang of sweat on the shaft. Seed pumped from his balls, rocketing out of his urethra and coating the woman beneath him. Clawed fingers caressed his sack while he unloaded, the purring growing louder as she lapped occasionally the the spurts he let out. 

    The orgasm never seemed to end, forced to carry on by the violent tug of war between his ass and the giraffe trying to rape it. Tears trickled down his cheeks and blood trickled down his balls, his asshole tearing from the violence of his own contractions and the giraffe enjoying them. Whoever was using his mouth gripped his head and slammed their cock home, leaving him with the sensation of nearly a foot of hot shaft throbbing in his throat as he finally came down from his high.

    Entire crotch aching, the little goat slumped in his restraints, breathless and dizzy as he barely managed to inhale between thrusts of the dick between his lips. He couldn't even see well enough to tell what species or gender the person was, too disoriented to remember if he'd seen them when they approach. His world narrowed to the stroking feeling of the two adults inside him, pushing in and out so violently that he could feel his body breaking. That, and the claws and tongue teasing at his crotch. Sabra had gone silent, but he could feel her appreciation, her growing bloodlust. The sharp points digging into his scrotum, the teeth nipping at the tip of his shaft... for now it was only an undercurrent of sharper pain and pleasure beneath the rhythms of throbbing agony in his ass and throat, but he was ready for more. 

    Padded fingers took hold of his cock, stroking to keep it stiff. Through a haze of bliss, Lone felt mild surprise at how hard he still was, after so long being soft. Perhaps it was to be expected, but either way, it was lovely. With what little degree of freedom was left to him, he started to move his hips, thrusting against the lioness's palm. Immediately she stilled him, reprimand coming in the shape of teeth clamping along his length. Captive, his cock flexed, a muffled gurgle of happy helplessness coming from his chest as he felt the shafts inside him start to cum. First the giraffe, her endurance giving way with a wash of warm seed flooding into his ass. Then his mysterious face-fucker, the whole long length tensing, flexing, making his body move in response as he was tube-fed cupfuls of thick semen. His belly started to swell, pressing up against the wood stocks, uncomfortably tight. Rutting forward hopefully, he felt his insides shift at the increasing pressure, fullness of a type he'd never experienced overcoming all other sensation. Almost he thought he'd burst.

    Instead, the cocks pulled away, leaving him feeling empty. Then even emptier, cum leaking from him in thick gouts. He whined, tasting the heavy flavor of seed in the back of his throat, craving more. 

    Immediately his desires were satisfied, strange hands gripping his horns, his hips, and a fresh pair of cocks taking him. His body shook as two even larger dicks rammed deep into his holes, his ass stretching, ripping, his neck bulging. He felt too small for the girths that were trying to invade him, on the point of breaking already. Jerking against his restraints, he tried to take them deeper, to break more. Instead, he was stopped by something new. 

    Sharp teeth caught at his cock, squeezing it and latching on without warning. Not Sabra's. Some sort of clamp, slightly serrated to give it grip, but just barely too dull to cut. He squealed, feeling a sudden sensation of weight after a moment's delay, pulling at the clamp and stretching his straining, flexing shaft. A subtle purr came from just below his head, barely audible over the internal sound of cockflesh sliding through his esophagus. 

    "Let's see how much you can take... before you tearrrrr." Trailing off into a deep throaty growl, he heard his unseen tormentor move away, shifting back toward his crotch. A slight decrease in the tugging on his shaft, then a sharp and sudden increase, past what it had been before. She was adding more weight, hanging something off the clamp on his cock. Stretching him more and more, the turgid flesh of his member experiencing tension beyond anything he'd experienced in any part of him. He realized this must've been how the cub being drawn and quartered felt, only that the only part of him being pulled free was his dick.

    More and more weight came, each additional bit stretching him, bringing him closer to that point of no return. He quivered, anticipating it. Tongue circling frantically against the underside of the cock in his throat, he eagerly pushed it towards climax, rhythmically clenching around the dick deep inside his ass with a muscular control he hadn't known he possessed. Milking both shafts became his only purpose, his mind utterly given over to the task of being a fucktoy for the rest of his life. How long that would be was measured by the clock of how long his cock would would last until it gave beneath the weight. When it tore, life would hold nothing better to offer him. Or, so he thought.

    The prickling caress of claws against his scrotum had become almost unnoticeable with the increasing weight, the simple snagging of sharp points in his loose skin nothing in comparison to the tugging weight trying to tear his rock hard member free. Lone was lost in a half-thought of whether his precum and blood might make the clamp slip loose, his throat working around a cock that felt equine, trying to swallow it deeper into his increasingly bloated belly. His ass felt utterly broken, unable to tighten any longer as it was demolished by the bulldozing thrusts of an ox behind him. Still, the hot waves of pleasure and pain seeping through him were heavenly, and he was content to relax and let himself be fucked to death, his cock free to pop off like a cork at any time it so chose.

    Instead of being left free to dazedly die in a euphoria of masochistic submission, Lone was dragged back to lucidity with a sudden blaze of beautiful pain. His weakened limbs strained as he screamed through the cock stuffed halfway through him, half a second passing where disorientation prevented him from recognizing where the new source of agony was located. It quickly came to him as the sharp ache stretched, growing as his wound was widened. Sabra had finally broken the skin, sinking one of her razor sharp claws into his stuffed scrotum, starting to slice it open to expose his aching testes. The goat moaned, experiencing a delicious spreading sensation as his divided nutsack gaped apart like an open zipper, whimpering with happiness as he felt his heavy testicles fall free, dropping half a centimeter before dangling by his exposed spermatic cord. Sharp teeth sunk into the loose flap of skin that had protected his precious orbs, chewing it with relish, tearing it free with all the agonizing care of a student ripping notebook paper along the perforated line. 

    Panting, Lone came back to himself just in time to realize he had taken another load, the equine gone from this throat. It already felt unnatural not having a dick buried deeply through his throat, being able to breathe without timing it for when the shaft withdrew from his mouth. Whining, he uselessly tried to swallow some of the cum left on his tongue, but his throat muscles were too far gone to handle it. Each little breeze that drifted into his mouth seemed to carry through all the way to his stomach, his gaping hole of a throat no longer able to close properly.

    Breathing with effort, the increasingly ruined little goat bleated in agony and bliss at the sudden scrape of a barbed tongue across his bare balls, the rough sensation made even more excruciating now that his testes had been flayed clean. The exposed structures of his gonads twisted and screamed as they were stroked rapidly by the lioness, tasted and licked like two pieces of her favorite candy. The purring from beneath him was practically deafening, and he could hear brief murmurs whenever she paused in her eager torture. 

    "Jouis pour moi encore une fois... j'aime tes petites couilles, une derniere fois... avant que ne tombe ta bite." 

    The meaningless words passed through his mind like dust through a sunbeam, barely dimming his focus from the blazing pulses of pure pain lancing through his lower belly with each caress of warm wet barbs across his testicles. They were starting to tear, unable to withstand the assault of a tongue meant to strip mean clean from a bone, little scores and cuts digging into the smooth pearly surface of his nuts. Each one stung like nothing he'd ever experienced, a thousand pins being stabbed into his testicles over and over, each time more excruciating than the last as she scraped away the outer layers. It was too much. His cock was surging, trying to twitch but dragged down too firmly by the weight to do anything but flex. Each movement of his shaft was a spike of agony straight into his skull, and his body responded by building to a rapid, uncontrollable climax. 

    Swollen stomach squishing obscenely against the bloodsoaked wood, Lone's little cocksheath of a body flexed, back arching as he let out a small, pathetic squeal. Sabra's mouth enveloped one of his testes completely, sucking it so hard he thought it would tear free of his seminal tube, her rough tongue enveloping the unloading testis with a sensation like steel wool on a sunburn. Several perfect things happened at once, sending the broken goat into a spiral of unquenchable ecstasy and pure, unending bliss.

    Cumming, his cock gave its last, tensing with the most powerful pulsations it had ever mustered. Straining and swelling, it shot a thick, blood-tainted load across the crotch of the lioness beneath it, strands of semen sticking to her fingers as she masturbated, squishing into her slit. It tried to shoot a second, flexing as the seed traveled upward from the flayed testes that were being so agonizingly attended to. With the flexing, the weight hanging from the clamp swung slightly forward, adding just a little bit of extra tension to the connective tissue of Lone's barely affixed shaft. Strained past its ultimate strength, the flesh ripped, then tore, rapidly separating as the action of its detachment further lessened the force required to pull apart the remaining meat wherever Lone's cock was still connected. His next spurt of cum dribbled out of a ragged stump, drizzling across Sabra's thighs, mixing with the blood staining her fur. Fibers of flesh stretched from the deflating erectile tissue still inside him, his detached cock finding its way into Sabra's fingers as the eager lioness claimed her prize from the clamp that had been fastened to it.

    At the same moment, both cocks inside the goat began to unload, pumping a deluge of potent hot cum directly down his throat and ass. Distracted by the fulfillment of his most bloody genital mutilation fantasies, the goat cub had barely registered the destruction of his insides, many of his internal organs bashed and crushed by the rough invasion of cock after cock. His stomach was stretched, bulging to both sides by the way he was kept pressed firm against the surface of the stocks. With these two loads at once combining with the paroxysms of his own climax, there was no hope of his battered body holding together. 

    His stomach tore at the strike point of an errant thrust, a canine cockhead stabbing through his skin before the small opening tore into a wider rent. Cum began to flood across the surface of the table he'd been strapped to, dripping from every edge while the woman beneath bit off both his balls in a single gulp, cumming and purring with her fingers glued to her clit. Her body was painted with red and white, a smile of pure sadistic satisfaction stretching her lips to expose a grin of gleaming sharp teeth. One half-squished testicle was still clamped in her jaw, slowly splitting as she relished the sensation of breaking the precious piece of anatomy.

    Going slowly still, Lone stared blankly for a moment, seeing only the belly of the adult before him. Dimly he felt the cocks inside him retreating, the next pair taking their place. It was still a lovely feeling, blood and bits of his insides sticking to the shafts as they withdrew, new ones stabbing into him like knives. But he was fixated not on what he felt, but what he didn't feel. His own cock, his own balls. They had been replaced by agony and a sense of absence, like missing teeth. Where before he had felt his privates stuffed through the little hole in the stocks, the constraint of having them squeezed, pinched, played with... he felt only pain, now. 

    Shuddering violently, the little goat was roughly held down as he experienced a dry orgasm of amazing potency. Lightheadedness from bloodloss and the pure euphoria of being castrated combined to fill him with a rush of pure beatific pleasure. His faintly beating heart stuttered, his bruised insides giving their last bit of life to sustain a final moment of happiness. Eyes slowly closing, Lone relaxed, falling into a deep, warm darkness.

    It was barely half a minute before one of the adults reaming the goat's body noticed their fucktoy had coded on them. Biding her time beneath the table, Sabra smiled, tail flicking as she listened to them grunt their disappointment. It didn't stop either one from finishing into the child's still warm holes, and she lingered a moment longer as they wiped their cocks clean on his fur. Once they left him, she slipped from beneath the stocks and gave a magnificent stretch, feeling her limbs revel in the extension after being folded up during her torture session.

    Turning to the broken boy, she lifted him up, one strong hand holding the bottom rim of his ribcage like a handle as she pressed her other hand against his mouth. Pushing his own severed cock between his lips, she drew the body close for a brief kiss, licking her chops clean as she sauntered over to the inner rim of the balcony floor. The grinder was close below, its endless song of violent steel loudest at this level. The only ones who ever heard it louder were those fortunate enough to fall in still breathing.

    Sabra heaved the child forward, turning in the same fluid motion to return back to the Gym and find more morsels to snack on. She didn't see the boy's body fly in an arc, didn't see his little limbs twitch in a final stutter of life. Barely conscious, Lone woke for only a brief moment, tasting his own shaft on his tongue, feeling for a final instant how broken he'd become. Even if he wasn't falling to his destruction, he wouldn't have lived to see the next tick of a clock's long hand. He'd lost too much. He'd lost everything he'd wanted to. 

    Carrying that thought, he landed amongst the spinning blades, ending the fulfillment of his dreams to come and experience Club Meat Grinder.



