The Big Max Special,
Limited One Time Only


By Sharako and Saila




It was a lazy Sunday, and Max was bored out of his mind. The teen pine marten was laying on a park bench, his board and backpack tucked right under it. His head looked around as it flopped off the end looking at the world upside down. “Uhhh! So Bored!”  Max groaned to himself. 


The glint of a car passing through the drive-thru of the local McMarten’s caught Max’s eye, and his tummy gave him a grumble. It was enough to give Max the semblance of an idea. He shoved his paw into his board shorts, grabbing his balls and sheath, giving them a scratch. “Maybe some food would be good, and could go Jack it and see how long it takes them to kick me out. That dumb ass manager is always on everyone’s case.” Max pulled his paw out of his pants, almost causing the loose Jerk-O brand jeans to fall off, exposing himself. The marten was notorious for free-balling, today was no exception to that. 


Max got up, grabbing his backpack in one motion, allowing his skateboard to roll out from under the park bench and over to the McMarten’s. Max hopped on his board and skated to the front door. With a stomp on the back of his board, Max sent it flying in the air a bit allowing the marten to catch it. Max seemed to at least be on his game today. He shoved his board into his backpack and opened the glass door walking into the McMarten’s lobby. 


The cool recycled air of the lobby flushed through Max’s fur, attacking his senses with the smell of fresh fried food. The lobby was empty except for a lone otter who was at the front counter. The counter was built for the medium sized animals, standing about three feet off of the floor.  The roughly three foot otter was clearly seated on a stool so he could reach the register. He was wearing a black McMarten’s uniform and a name tag that read Otto.


Otto smiled at Max, who stood a little taller than the otter at about four feet. “ Welcome to McMarten’s, let me know when you’re ready to order.” Max looked at the otter and nodded as he looked around. “I’m just waiting for some friends.” Max grinned as he looked around the place and saw the soda and condiment dispensers on an adjoining counter.  From the back came a deep voice. “Otto, can you get back here and drop some burgers and fries! Drive through is swamped!” 


Otto turned around, hopping off the stool, and headed towards the back to help the loud voice with the food. Max’s grin got even wider as his opportunity opened up.  Max threw his bag on the ground, to climb up on the counter with the condiments. He looked in the mayonnaise dispenser and found it was pretty empty. Perfect for what Max had planned. 


Max pulled his pants down revealing his bare ass and large nards. They were almost the size of grapefruit. The scrotal skin had three piercings along the midline that glinted in the light as the balls started to sway from being freed from their home. Max’s potent sheath gave off a bit of a pungent smell as it was freed as well. Max grabbed his sheath and slowly pulled it back, revealing his limp dick, only supported by the baculum deep inside. Max started to stroke his dick, which had already started to harden, causing the marten to groan in lust. Pretty soon unsuspecting customers would be having Marten Mayo on their food, and would never know the difference. 


Max heard some talking in the back, not sure how long he had to finish, he started beating his meat even faster. Unable to help himself, Max let out a grunt as he pleasured himself more, easily working to the edge of his orgasm. Out of the corner of Max’s eye he saw the small otter trot over to him. “Hey! Hey! You get down from there! Get your damn clothes on!” Otto yelled as he tried to stop Max. 


Just as Otto finished his sentence , Max climaxed into the mayonnaise dispenser filling it with his musky marten spunk. “Uhhh.” Max groaned as wave after wave of potent spunk emptied from his loins filling the mayonnaise container to the brim. Otto jumped up and grabbed Max by the tail, yanking the teen off the counter, causing jizz to fly everywhere. Otto yelled out “Wendel We Got A Live One!”


A loud thud was heard from the back of the kitchen, then another. The ground trembled as something thumped closer to Otto and Max. Both of the small males wrestled on the ground, neither of them having an advantage over the other. 


The stomping got louder and stronger until it was right over Otto and Max. Without warning, a large hand scruffed Max and pulled him up to the height of a clouded saber cat staring him in the eyes. Wendel stood at an imposing eight feet tall, allowing Max to dangel from his massive arm. Max looked into the eyes of the angry feline. Fear pulsed through him and off his loins as piss ran down his leg, barely missing Otto. Wendel screamed at the marten, who was merely a play thing in size comparison. “What the fucking hell is wrong with you!” 


 Otto slowly stood up covered in the musky spunk. “ Uh, I’m gonna be cleaning this up for a while.” Otto said as he looked around.
 
Wendel looked down at Otto, “Save the Mayo, we’ll need it. But please clean up what you can. I’ll have a bonus for you, for your trouble.” Wendel looked back at Max, who was trying to get free from the steely grips of Wendel’s claws. “As for you!” Wendel snarled. “You’re gonna pay for what you did.” 


Wendel thumped back to the kitchen, with Max still firmly in his clutches. Past the ordering counter there was a serving station where fresh food was set to be put out for orders. Wendel squeezed past the serving station, past the grills, and a deep fryer.  Next to the fryer sat a wooden chair. It looked like the chair had been used a few times, drips of some oil on it that had splashed over from the fryer. 


Max was slammed into the chair, knocking the breath from his lungs. Before the small marten had any chance to recover, Wendel strapped Max’s legs, arms and chest to the chair. Wendel then grabbed a muzzle and forcefully attached it to Max’s face. 


“That will shut ya up for a while.” Wendel grabbed some scissors from the tools on the cutting board that wasn’t too far away. “ I’m glad you came by today Max! You and the other shit bags have made things really hard around here. Do you know why this place is called McMartian’s? No?” Wendel grinned whispering into the teen’s ear as he groaped the teen’s crotch, making the small male’s face pale. “Making this new Big Max burger is gonna really help with my stress relief.”  Wendel cut the teen’s shirt off , tossing the tattered scraps to the floor without care. 


Wendel turned and thumped over to the sink. His large muscular body moving through the kitchen easier than it really should as he grabbed a scrub daddy to prep the food for cooking. “First we have to deal with this foul odor. Can’t be making our customers sick, right?” The only reply to the large feline’s questions was Max’s muffled squeals as his rancid teen bits were subjected to the roughest scouring they have ever endured. Max’s tail thrashed against the chair as the large saber-toothed feline roughly tugged the teen’s sheath down, exposing the teen’s smegma covered cock. The soap and the pad stung as every inch of the pine marten’s member, balls, and taint were thoroughly cleaned. 


Once Wendel felt the meat was sufficiently clean enough for consumption, he rinsed and pat Max’s crotch dry with a dish towel. The teen whimpered through his gag, as painful as the washing had been, it seemed something about the much larger male’s actions had excited his easily influenced libido. His cock stood at attention, despite being a bright pink and sore from the washing. Wendel turned away from the teen as he set out the various equipment he was going to need. The bangs and rattles of shifting pots, pans, and utensils sent a shiver from the tip of Max’s tail to his nose as he was helpless, only able to watch as the cook set a large mallet, knife, and other restaurant equipment the teen couldn’t identify on a counter. 


“Let’s see here. I think the recipe called for two potatoes.” Wendel grinned while picking up the knife before turning to the teen. “I think we have two good sized ones right here.” The feline reached down cupping Max’s spuds in one of his large paws. Max immediately started to squirm as the big paw squeezed and worked the fat spuds down as the knife hovered poised to strike. The poor teen sweated bullets as his nuts ached till he felt a prick between his legs. A moment of confusion crossed his face as the store manager was still holding the knife. The strange sensation continued till he felt his balls pop out and dangle freely between his legs.


“Mghph!?” Max grunted as his cock throbbed, strands of pre shooting out of the tip to land on his bare chest fur as the knife thunked into the chair barely missing the plump spuds, pinning the pine marten’s open scrotum to the seat. With both his paws free Wendel pulled the spuds taught with his left paw, allowing the underdeveloped cords to become taught. With his free right paw, Wendel took the right cord and started to gently use the sharp underside of his claw to remove the thin sheath of tissue that surrounded the spermatic cord. Max looked on in a moment of confusion as he saw his small cords being slowly exposed. With the inside of the cord now open and exposed, Wendel continued to dissect the cords even more, slowly cutting nerve structures, the vas daference, and any connective tissue, until only the blood vessels were left. 


Wendle grinned as he saw the lack of structure, rubbing his fingers over the vulnerable blood supply. “I’m surprised you didn’t just lose these flopping your balls all around town.” With that comment, Wendel squeezed the vessels between his strong fingers. It was clear how much strength Wendel had as he instantly crushed the blood supply going into the right spud. The crush was so powerful that it just severed the vessel instantly, keeping any blood loss to a minimum. Max was squirming all over the place as he felt his right cord sliced away, small structure by small structure. By the time Wendel crushed the last of his cord, Max couldn’t even feel his nard any more. “One spud down, one to go. Still feel like a Big Man, Punk?” Wendel taunted. More precum gushed from Max as the fear and thrill washed over him. He had been punished before, but never like this. He knew he would now never grow up to be a man, like he always over acted about being, but there was something about someone actually taking his raging hormones and any chances of being a Real Man away from him. 


“Gruffgph” the teen responded as he watched his precious orb as it was placed onto a tray and Wendel returned his attention to the last remaining teen spud. Max squirmed and shook his head wildly as the huge feline inspected the left spud and cords.




Wendel started to dissect the second cord. The thin sheath, nerves and vas, easily slicing from the body. With a quick Crush, the spud came loose. Max was free of his hormones forever, having won the Darwin Awards thanks to Wendel. The overwhelming thoughts of being emasculated made Max’s body quiver and spasm as he ejaculated his last intact load all over his chest and face. A hands free orgasm showing Wendel how much the teen really enjoyed the rough treatment from an actual man, not some piss poor excuse of one like Max pretended to be. 


“Such fine meat is wasted on you,” Wendel growled as he backhanded the teen’s still erect cock making Max squeal into his gag. The large spotted feline turned his attention back to the fat teen spuds on the counter as he laid one of Max’s balls into an egg slicer. Max squirmed as Wendel pulled the handle down on the device. The blades of the slicer easily cut through the pine marten spud till a pile of fry shaped pieces were left. Wendel scooped them up and set the second spud into place. A quick slam of the handle and Max’s balls were no more. The Max fries were tossed into a bowl as Max’s cock became the focus once again.


The teen whimpered as Wendel grabbed his member with one paw as the other wielded a sharp knife. Max’s heart beat rapidly as the blade was pressed against the tender flesh of his cock. Wendel sliced upwards, swiftly removing the long tube of teen meat at the hilt. 


The cock meat was tossed on the table as Wendel applied basic first aid to the now screaming gib. Once he was sure the teen wouldn’t bleed out, Wendel used the knife to dig out the teen’s baculum from the severed meat, setting it to the side before stuffing the bloody sausage into a meat grinder. 


Max sobbed as his member was pulverized into ground meat before him. The spotted feline scooped the ground cock meat into a bowl, and added his secret blend of spices and herbs before forming the meat into two balls.The meat made a wet squish as it was squeezed between the feline’s fingers till it was formed into patties. “I’m looking forward to this,” Wendel grinned as he tossed the Max Pattie on the grill then tossed the ball fries into the hot oil. As the food cooked Wendel prepped a bun, slathering bottom half with mayo the teen had jizzed into. A leaf of lettuce and thinly sliced tomato followed before Wendel turned his attention to the teen. The large feline’s pants were tightly bulging as he eyed Max’s mangled crotch and his dirty pucker. “Why the hell not?” He mumbled as he poked his head out of the kitchen.


“Otto, close the lobby and get back here.” The feline ordered as he dropped his pants and tight white briefs. Wendel stepped out of his clothing as he stalked the helpless bound teen before undoing the straps and tossed the teen to the floor. Before the teen noodle could escape Wendel grabbed him by the tail base exposing the teen’s tight hole.  


“Yeah boss?” The otter popped his head into the kitchen and grinned. “Ah! It’s one of those days.” Otto flipped the sign to close and returned just in time to watch as Wendel shoved his impressively sized feline member into the teen’s ass. The otter slinked to the front and leaned in. “Bite and I’ll make sure everyone eats Max burgers for weeks.” Otto threatened as he undid the teen’s gag. Max whimpered as the otter thrusted his long tapered cock into his muzzle and Wendel’s cock stretched his ass.


“Fuck,” Wendel growled as his cock sunk into the slinky teen with little resistance. “This shit has already been fucked. Good thing too, I don’t have lube,” Wendel chuckled as he slammed his hips into Max’s rump as Otto fucked the teen’s throat. Max whimpered and whined, Otto’s cock tasted fishy and the large saber cat’s cock felt like it was tearing his ass open every time it was pulled back. Between the fucking and flipping the burgers Wendel and Otto growled and moaned having their way with the teen.


“Hello?” Just as the pair climaxed into the teen the head of a familiar customer popped into the kitchen. “I saw the sign that said you were closed but the lights in the lobby are on.” The thylacine grinned at the sight of the noodle being abused. “Ah, no wonder the sign said you were closed.” 


“Oh! Hi Dr. Yeager!” Wendel shot Otto a death glare as he pulled out, making Max whine around Otto’s sleek member as steaming hot smilodon cum dripped out of the abused gib’s hole. “Are you here for your usual meal?” Wendel asked as he wiped his barbed cock on the teen’s ass before pulling up his pants.


“That smells simply sweet,” The hungry male licked his lips as he watched Wendel wash his paws before topping the patties with fresh cheese and plopped them onto the buns. “Otto, why don’t you go ring up Dr. Yeager. Charge the usual $15 combo.” Otto nodded as he pulled out of the teen’s muzzle and smeared his cum all over the ruined male’s face.


“Yes boss!” Otto pulled up his pants and rushed out taking the thylacine to a counter seat. Back in the kitchen Wendel finished the burger with a top bun and the marten’s baculum through the middle of the double decker burger, like a toothpick. Wendel then added a basket filled with the fresh Max fries next to the Big Max burger with a dipping cup of garlic Max mayo on the side. Stepping over the whimpering teen Wendel opened a cooler and pulled out a shake from the back. “UNGPH!” Max grunted as the heavy feline stepped on his back as he carried the tray of food out to the dining room.  


“Here you go Dr. Yeager, One Big Max meal. A one time special.” Wendel set the tray in front of the eager diner as Max crawled out of the kitchen just in time to watch as the thylacine took a huge bite out of what once was his cock. “Fuck! Mate, this is the most ACE thing you’ve cooked.” Dr. Yeager moaned halfway through a second bite as he dipped a fry into the sauce cup. The hungry dinner stuffed his face with such enthusiasm the meal barely lasted a few minutes before he downed the shake. “Sorry for mungin’. You sure the donga and nuts came from such a daggy bodgy teen?” He nodded towards the whimpering Max as he paid for the meal. “I appreciate the Mate’s Rate Wendal. I’ll be sure to send some extra special ingredients soon.” 


“Why thank you, much appreciated mate.” Wendel chuckled doing his best Aussie accent as the doctor stuffed a wad of hundred dollar bills into the tip jar before waving farewell. “Hooroo, got to jet off to some school. Bunch of Sprogs to fix.” Wendel waved to the good doctor as he left before scruffing Max. “If I catch you around here again I’ll make Max burgers a weekly special. Got it?” The teen nodded and yelped as he was unceremoniously carried to where Otto held the front door open and was chucked out onto the street, stark naked. His bag and board followed thunking Max on the head. 


Having had his bits destroyed and devoured really put Max down a notch. He grabbed his bag and hopped on his board, covering his crotch as he skated away in shame.