The Kitty Cutters Club: Whale Fin

As information becomes freely exchangeable, safely, anonymously, quickly, it becomes easier and easier for desires to be satisfied no matter how unusual they may be. Take my newly met ‘friend’ for example, Turo, I believe he said his name was. He has a very different desire than most males his age, one that only a decade or two ago would have gone unfulfilled, as would mine.

“Tell me it again. I love watching your face as you talk about it.” I said across the gap between two couches to the orca, eliciting an almost immediate response from the whale. He had been stripped naked and just the thoughts that filled him before he even opened his mouth made him flush visibly and get excited enough to push out from his slit.

“I want you to remove my cock... and destroy it completely. I-I like being a male but... I want to be a ruined male.. I just want to be fucked and to pleasure other males... and...” Turo let the rest of his most distinguishingly male feature slip from his slit, an amazing for his age ten inches of thick, prehensile cock standing proudly above his body. “T-this kind of gets in the way...”

Both the erection and the words made me smile and smirk uncontrollably, my own cock starting to push from my white sheathing, nowhere near as impressive as the orca’s, but soon enough it would be far more maleness than he had left. I was drooling a bit but didn’t want to wipe my muzzle of it, staring at his cock, I wanted to just sink my teeth into it. “I think we should get started then,” I said with a grin and one of the biggest erections I’d ever had, this was the biggest ‘meal’ I’d had in a long time, I was going to enjoy it.

I stood, leading Turo into the kitchen, my striped tail swishing back and forth in slow unison with my steps but inside I was bursting with anticipation. So many thoughts of what to do with it but by the time I had him sitting on the counter I had decided, my new ‘friend’ had traveled all the way from America to meet me, so I was going to make something very American out of his cock.

From a hidden compartment in the drawer next to the stove I produced a bottle, syringe, cauterizer and bander and set them on the table next to Turo, he was starting to breath heavily now but his shaft told the true story as it leaked all over his shiny belly, the thin layer of blubber not hiding the rapidly tensing and tensing muscles below.

“Just relax,” I purred out in a soothing tone, delaying loading the bander so that I could calm and soothe the no doubt nervous orca. “I’m going to give you a local anesthetic so you don’t feel it, and band and cauterize it so it won’t bleed, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this.” My words got the response I wanted and he visibly calmed and nodded his approval, though I wasn’t sure yet if it was my expertise or his decision he was doubting.

First came the band, the small device stretched the powerful ring into a more manageable diameter with a little effort and I slipped it gently down the twitching, and leaking shaft. I gripped his cock, making him groan, and pulled firmly on it, drawing another half inch out of his slit, wanting to get as much of the meaty root as I could before letting the band snap down a bit more suddenly that I was wanting to. He yelped and tensed up, the stream of precum slowing and then ending as the band applied its pressure and constricted the flow of anything in or out of his cock. 

“Now for the anesthetic,” I picked up the syringe and put a fresh needle on it, drawing out what amounted to a few drops but was more than enough for such a small area. I gripped his cock again and pulled, this time his groan was quieter, no doubt his shaft already starting to go numb from the constriction. The needle met no resistance with the soft skin at the root of his cock and in moments the numbing liquid in the syringe was doing its job, preparing his most sensitive of organs to become my dinner.

The next part I was simply hoping he’d go along with as I opened one of the lower cupboards and set a weighty and unweildy device upon the counter, an old hand cranked meat grinder. I expected his look of shock and surprise, but not for him to immediately start to get up and position himself, looking between his legs so he could get his long shaft in the hopper, unable to press his hips against the top of it due to the size of his cock. He looked over at me and nodded, his breathing returning to the rapid rate it was before. 

Intently, I watched his expression as I turned the crank the first few times, he winced and squirmed a little, still having a little bit of feeling left. My heart started racing and my paw began cranking the grinder faster, drooling both from the corner of my muzzle and from the tip of my shaft, turned on beyond words at knowing that he could feel me slowly grinding away his once proud dick into nothing, watching his hips push down slowly. It was half way through that I realized I forgot to put a plate down to catch the meat. I quickly grabbed something from the cupboard, caring little what it was and picked up the small pile of ground meat, setting it in the plate and then resuming my grinding.

It felt like it took hours, I doubt it was really that long, each turn of the handle I savored as it shredded more and more of the orca’s malehood until his stomach was pressed hard against the metal rim of the grinder’s hopper. I put my paws on his stomach and pushed up, the shredded mess of his shaft was just at the tight indention the bander made in his skin, perfect. I tried to be gentle, but quick was more important right now. With practiced speed I helped him sit again, almost the same as he was before I started but a few pounds lighter. With a filet knife I cut slowly as close as I could to the band, shaving off the rest of his shaft and placing it in the grinder’s hopper before picking up the cauterizer.




The smell of his flesh cooking as the cauterizer sealed up where his cock used to be made me drool all the more, he was drooling too though for a different reason. As soon as I was done I wiped him off and helped the smaller male down, supporting his weight as we walked into the next room for him to pass out and sleep off the exertion of what he had just been through, and to give me an opportunity to cook my dinner.

Once he was out I practically skipped back to the kitchen, giddily excited. Salt, pepper, little else... I wanted to taste his wonderful malehood. I kneaded and moulded the meat in my paws until I had two flatish, round patties, and started heating a skillet. I kept things simple, no toppings, two toasted buns, and two browned patties of the orca’s cock, quite possibly the most delicious burger I’ve ever had. I had to force myself to slow down eating them so I could savor them, closing my eyes, chewing each bite over and over, letting the juices dribble from my muzzle, I was half-way through the second one before I realized he was back up and watching me.

“M-may I have some?” He asked, all the blood left in his body rushing to his cheeks, making his blush positively crimson. I couldn’t possibly say no. I offered him the half of the burger and he began to eat it slowly, I could tell from his expression he loved it as much as I did, no sooner did he finish it than he looked up at me from the plat, his eyes pleading. “F-fuck me... please”

Again, I couldn’t possibly say no.

This time I followed him back to the bedroom, he laid on the bed, legs spread and beckoned to me to lay atop him. Immediately he began to grind his slit against my sheath, making me moan and blush despite myself, it was incredibly arousing to feel it there, knowing it was empty, I was hard in seconds.

“Fuck me here, where my cock used to be,” He whispered to me seductively. My shaft pushed against his slit firmly and was almost immediately welcomed inside, the warm, slick walls painted by his precum were heavenly. Without asking I started to thrust and buck, my feline cock not spreading his slit as much as his own cock had. He moaned and arched his back in time with my thrusts, head thrown back in bliss, gripping my sides. 

I clawed his back, his sides, finding little purchas against his thick, rubbery skin but plenty more moans and groans of pleasure from him for my efforts. It was too much, too exciting for me to last but I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I got to do this. My barbs gripped and tugged for a brief moment before my seed erupted into his slit, instinct pressing my hips as tight against his as I could, making sure my seed made it as deep as possible. I slumped against him and he onto the bed, laying there, panting, sharing warmth. It was heavenly, and sleep followed quickly for both of us.