 Welcome to the first Halloween special DVD.  We've collected the best snuff videos from across the world to show you, and we hope you enjoy the carnal displays you find within.  This is a teaser sample, with just one of the many clips, and an idea of the menu.  There will be a list of shows, along with a command in parentheses like this:  ((ABP)).  This command takes you to the first story, "A Blessing of Power", about a lizard sacrificing himself to two eldritch mechanical dragons.  Feel free to search for the command word to jump straight to a show, or use the title itself if you'd like.  Then enjoy to your dark heart's content...

A Blessing of Power  ((ABP))
    A Tribe of lizardmen have found two relics of an ancient age, who have blessed them with the eldritch knowledge of electricity.  But with this great gift they have bestowed upon them comes a dark price.  For one day a year the two mechanical dragons wish to be attended to.  And to release their erotic desires upon one poor male who will accept their deadly blessing of lightning...  Tags: Lizardman victim.  Eldritch dragon monstrosity executioner.  Consensual.  Electrocution.  Sacrifice. 

A Knotty Video  ((AKV))
    A young fox named Alfador and his colt friend Michael decide to get out daddy's video camera and shoot a video for the collection in their basement.  Makes up for it's amateurish quality with enthusiasm at least, as a young kit scout gets to practice his knot work.  Tags: Fox victim.  Colt executioner.  Teenage.  Consensual.  Hanging.   Scat.  Diaper. 

A Master's Gift  ((AMG)
    An anthro' lizard slave offers himself as a gift to his master.  Only to have that offer accepted in a way he wasn't expecting, with the pet being a twenty foot long anaconda who gets to use him however he pleases while his master watches.  Tags: Lizard victim.  Python executioner.  Non consensual.  Constriction.  Vore.

A New Trophy  ((ANT))
    Karel finds himself with the two teen sons of his raven master.  As the pets finds out he's been chosen to be a new decoration, and the two young teens will be the ones to claim his head for their father.  Tags:  Dragon victim.  Raven Executioner.  Consensual.  Beheading.  Teen.

A Messy Ending  ((AME))
    Arvetis has been condemned to a slow hanging beneath a tall oak tree, and finds a last comfort in the buck hangman's last words.  As well as perhaps what awaits him in the end.  Tags:  Wolf victim.  Buck executioner.  Consensual.  Hanging.  Execution.  Scat. 

A Latex Embrace  ((ALE))
    Felix the bat finds himself in a dark warehouse on the wrong camera, a heavy chair, a thick rope, a rubber hood, and a very big, latex wearing wolverine.  Although perhaps it was really the end he wanted...  Tags:  Bat victim.  Wolverine Executioner.  Non Consensual.  Garroting.  Latex.  Necrophilia

An Impromptu Replacement ((AIR))
    Benny, a fox trying to make a few extra bucks under the table by working for a seedy snuff director, finds out how dangerous it can be when you're even just near the set when the main star accidentally kills himself too soon.  He soon gets an offer to become a star himself, whether he likes it or not.  Tags:  Fox victim.  Kirin executioner.  Boar assistant.  Non Consensual.  Impaling.  Harsh language.

A Final Dance  ((AFD))
    Zuchter is a pet to a powerful gryphon, who has decided his toy should give one final, fatal show for his entertainment.  The once proud stallion soon to be reduced to a helpless gelding, swaying from a hayloft on a hot summer day, just for his entertainment.  Tags:  Stallion victim.  Gryphon Executioner.  Consensual.  Hanging.

A Heavy Burden ((AHB))
    Van finds himself underfoot a very large direwolf, to his fear and delight.  Ready to be smothered underpaw for his friend's enjoyment.  Tags:  Dragon Victim, Direwolf executioner.  Consensual.  Smothering.  Footplay.  Necrophilia

A Clean Death ((ACD))
    Red the rat finds himself in a quickly flooding shower with a very buff lion who has a dirty little proposition for him.  Tags:  Rat victim, Lion executioner.  Consensual.  Drowning.  Necrophilia

A Cold Heart ((ACH))
    A professional assassin with a deadly poison finds himself confronting a mirror match against his own weapon, as Gilz finds himself in a heart-stopping battle against his newest foe.  Fox Victim.  Fox Executioner.  Non Consensual.  Poison.  Battle.  Rape.  Necrophilia.

An Electrifying Moment ((AEM))
    Sid the Hyena finds himself set to ride Ol' Sparky, in front of an audience and recorded just for our benefit.  Hyena Victim.   Gargoyle Executioner.  Non-Consensual.  Electrocution.  Electric stimulation.

A Girly Predicament  ((AGP))
    Onyx the lion boi finds his dark fantasies fulfillled with lace and silk, as well as a touch of clinging plastic.  Dressed up as the girl in peril, but no hero to save him from his fate as the plastic bag was slid over his head.  Lion victim.  African Wild Dog Executioner.  Non-Consensual.  Bagging.  Necrophila.


    A Blessing of Power  ((ABP))

The hot desert breeze blows along the sandy ground amongst the lizard workers.  Their green and brown scales glittering orange in the setting sun as they vainly try to sweep clear the base of two tall statues.  The pair of ebony dragons cast in a deep, dark metal that reflects the sunset in a million patterns.  Their poses stern, hands clasped at their sides as they stand tall, their heads peering to the heavens.  It's only upon a closer inspection that one finds the more curious features, the hinges and patterns for moving the hands and legs.  The darkness of their eyes.  And the definite maleness of the two dragons, obscenely set between those large, spread legs.  The metal scales delicate, and hinting at articulation in quite a lewd fashion.  But for the workers, they clean and brush, polish and prepare the statues for a very busy day tomorrow.

The sun rises between the two proud statues as a large group approaches.  Fresh sand has been raked between the two statues as they wait, cold and patient.  A nervous tension rising in the crowd of lizardmen, centered around the leading figure.  Dressed only with decorative paint and necklaces, he shivers as he looks over the ominous statues.  Slowly the crowd disperses behind him, letting him walk towards the two black dragons alone.

Slowly he walks forward, the group quiet now.  He does his best to look brave as his heart begins to race in his chest.  The chosen sacrifice this year, his bare feet padding in the cool morning sands.  He looks up to the tall statues, black eyes watching him passively.  No response so far as he finds himself soon between them.  Gazing at the two impressive sheaths, clad in delicate metal scales.  His own arousal slips from his slit as he leans over, beginning to rub the cold, smooth metal.  Stroking the lifelike scales of that proud sheath and large orbs with tentative, nervous motions.

There's a faint rumble, and then a shifting before him.  That metal sheath begins to flex, as a cold, steel arousal begins to slide free from the covering.  The metal dark and stained from generations of sacrifices.  His fingers wrap around the deadly device as he trembles, feeling how cold the metal shaft is between his fingers while it rises free before him.  His hands stroking in the practiced motions he was taught, to best pleasure the ancient dragons.

Every year a sacrifice is needed.  And every year a virgin male is chosen to fill that.  Why a male and why a sacrifice is needed has been lost to time long ago.  But the guardians of the holy lightning have decreed so in the ages past.  That every year they will need to be attended to and pleasured, and only through that carnal display will they continue to bless the village with their lightning.  And every year a young male has mounted and been fucked by the two dragons until their fatal climax rushes through him.  Now it is this young man's turn to join the many others, in being blessed to bring pleasure to the guardian statues so that they may continue to power the many villages that prosper from that electricity they offer.

His hands continue their rubbing on cold, smooth metal, until he sees a slick, thick, clear ooze well up.  The dragon's precum dribbles down the metallic penis as he rubs the conductive, clinging slickness around the dragon's cockhead.  He gulps softly, but turns and begins to attend to the other dragon to awaken him next.  His tail curling around the first dragon to keep him erect as he hears a growing rumble of pleasure from within the mechanical body.  His fingers rub the incredibly heavy balls of the second dragon, wondering if perhaps the lightning does build up within them, or somewhere else.

Slowly the second dragon's cold steel penis is erected before him.  Kissing the smooth tip until he tastes that metallic ooze with a shudder.  It's strong and oily on his tongue, and the thought of it filling his mouth makes him tremble.  But he has been chosen.  And ever so slowly he wraps his mouth around the unyielding metal of the dragon's penis.  Tasting the clinging precum as he closes his eyes.  It's almost time for him to ride the lightning.

Gingerly he pushes his legs back.  Feeling the dragon's cool thighs grasp and help lift his butt into position.  His long tail guiding that leaking, slippery metal down.  Dragging the cold steel along his tail until it kisses his butt.  He hisses softly around the stiff metal in his mouth.  But steadily he presses down, letting his weight sink that tapered, oozing tip against his anal slit.  A muffled whimper a he feels it spread and sink into his vulnerable body, his body heat ever so slowly heating that metal from it's cold state.  His legs shift, then a whimper runs through him when those thighs grap his ankles.  Closing around his feet and pulling his rump down to kiss the metal scales of the dragon's sheath.  The cold, thick feeling of being stuffed making him ooze pre messily to the sand below, half locked into this fatal embrace.  His heart pounding in his chest as he nervously begins to prepare to be locked between the two dragons.

Tentatively he reaches his hands up, grasping for the dragon's paws.  He feels that cold, merciless grasp wrap around his wrists.  His head pulled forward, nearly gagging on the oozing metal penis in his mouth.&nbsp; Clear, conductive precum oozing from his lips and tailslit as they steadily pump and dribble.  His eyes wide now, bound as his tail lashes.  The two dragon's eyes beginning to glow with a growing alertness as they are awakened by the pleasurable touch of a young male.  His heart races now as he swallows that thick ooze, unable to see anything but the glittering reflection of metal scales in front of his face.  Stuffed firmly between the two male arousals, lewdly pleasuring their erotic whims as he closes his eyes.

The two shift with a suppleness surprising for their ancient age.  Long tails lashing the sands as a low rumble, a purr of sorts, pours out of the mechanical guardians.  The two heavy, hard arousals beginning to shift.  Thrusting and fucking the male as he's roughly held.  His eyes clenching tighter as the large arousals bury into his butt and maw, making him ooze pre onto the sands below.  Shuddering in the mortal pleasure while he can, knowing his end is soon at hand.  And the anticipation of that electrical climax makes him tremble more, his green scaled tail lashing against the dragon's belly as he whimpers in fear around that sliding metal penis.  Feeling the loud thumps of shifting paws and rumbles of pleasure as they fuck the delicate lizard between them.

The two dragons begin to rock him, back and forth, the steel warmed with his bowels and maw now.  The thick, oozing precum is still cold though, flooding his butt and forcing him to swallow the metallic tasting stuff.  He knows he can't complain for long though, as soon he will be snuffed by their climax.  The low rumbles of the dragons rising as their heads tilt down.  Appraising him with shining golden eyes, deep with the knowledge of centuries, perhaps millenia.  A quickening pace grinding within his lips and tailslit shows their approval, making his body tremble that he pleases them.  He has seen this erotic display several times, and he knows what is soon to come when they growl their enjoyment of a sacrifice.

The dragons pound into his body, making him gag around that merciless steel arousal.  The growing rumbles and moans from each side fill his hearing.  The steady, shifting motion of his body all he can feel, his rump sore and jaw aching.  But the pain will soon be over.  His eyes clenched shut, awaiting that fatal climax.  He can feel a warmth building beneath him, those heavy orbs pulled close in their metal scaled pouches.  A heat building in them as he clenches his eyes a tight as he can.  The firm tugging on his limbs and a jerking twitch to those steel arousals announces the impending climax as much as the quickly heating dribbles of precum pouring into him.  He curls his fingers and toes tight as he feels both suddenly press deep, his entire body tensing up for his imminent death as the two dragon heads lift.

There's an incredible roar that rocks his body.  Then that holy electricity pours into him as he's flooded with thick, metallic cum.  Everything becomes white as his body clamps down around the two quickly heating shafts buried in his body.  Back and forth that lighting is pulsed into him, each one announced with a flood of thick, white metallic cum.  His cock jerking, spasming and gushing cum for a first and final orgasm as their power fills him.  Sparks and bolts of lightning jump down his boiling cum to melt the sand beneath him.  His scales beginning to steam in the cold morning air.  For a moment it seems like he can feel everything, all of history in that burning, deadly dance.  Every gush of burning hot seed planted in him, every rush of electricity searing his brain and body.  The shove of those two metal arousals deep into his butt and throat.  But it's too much for his frail, mortal body.  Soon he fades to nothing, taken away by the sheer energy rushing through him, while his body spasms lifelessly in their deadly climax of electricity, steaming cum dribbling and sizzling onto the sands below from his rump and lips.

The two statues finally lower their heads as the last of their blessing is poured into the dying lizardman between them.  The young male's body quivers and spasms with the last blasts of electricity into his dead body.  The statues shift back to their relaxed state.  Those golden eyes, deep with the history of the ages, close once more to their black, neutral state.  Their metal arousals, steaming with heat and shining with cum, slide slowly back into their sheaths.  If it wasn't for the disturbed sand from their motions and the limp, dead male between them, there might not even be evidence they could move.  Along perhaps with the scent of ozone and cooked flesh still clinging to the snuffed lizard.  The crowd bows in silent worship of the eldritch creations before them that power their homes and protect them, hoping their sacrifice was enough to sate their guardian's carnal needs for this year.

The sacrifice will slowly cool, still erect even in death, his lidded eyes serene.  Eventually he will be taken down to be buried among those others who have been blessed.  The natural glass burned into the sands from those crackling bolts of lightning will be collected, examined by the seers to determine what the coming year will hold.  And soon they will be stored safely along with any of the thick, metallic cum they can gather, a relic of their guardian's holy power.  And then time will soon sweep away any remnants of that sacrificial day in the blowing sands, the statues continuing their vigilant watch as they bless the tribe with just a small portion of their power.  Letting them live comfortably and their villages prosper.  As long as they are kept pleased and happy, once a year.


    A Knotty Video  ((AKV))

A camera blinked to life, focusing back and forth in a dimly lit attic.  In the background a pile of electronics collect dust in boxes.  In the foreground a tall stool stands empty.  A large amount of plastic sheeting messily spread out beneath it.  A light casts long shadows from behind the camera.  There's a quiet giggling from off camera, a boy's voice first,  "Are you sure your dad isn't gonna be mad we borrowed his camera?"

"Of course not!  He'll love the surprise waiting for him when we leave it in the VCR!"  Answers a slightly higher pitched voice, another male.

Both chuckle as the first voice responds, "Wow, that's crazy.  My dad would kill me if I did something like that.  If I wasn't about to, you know, be killed myself."  The camera remains still for a moment, neither seen.  Then a shadow of a colt appears in the video, the camera being shifted around a little.  The second voice asks, "Hey?  I thought we agreed we got the best spot already?"

The camera goes back an forth a few feet, zooming in and out strangely.  Focus coming and going as there's a quiet humming.  Finally it's placed back, right about where it started.  "See!  I told you it was perfect there already,"  The second voice comes into view, a young teen fox in a kit scout's outfit.  His bright orange fur contrasting the blues and browns of the uniform.  "It'll let everyone see the rope in the rafters, and my whole body kicking and hanging around", he says, with an obvious tenting in his pants.  "Now, you wanted to get me ready on camera too right?  So get over here and start stripping me ya silly stud,"  The fox gives a wink, a hand inviting the other boy over.

The other male arrives, a slightly taller, but also seeming to be a little younger.  The slim colt grinning widely, his pants much more obviously tented.  The two grin and hug tight as the colt looks down "So, are ya really gonna do it?"

The fox grins and pinches a horse's rump to make him yip and arch, "Of course silly, we got everything ready now!  Why, are you not sure you can be my hangcolt now?"  He gives the larger boy a little rubbing on his tailbase, enjoying the way that tail flicks and lifts in response.

The colt shifts his hooves on the plastic sheets, listening to it crinkle as a blush runs through his ears "It just seems kinda weird... but you did say you'd be back for more... so..."  His hands reach over, and start to unbutton the fox's shirt.  There's soon a quiet murr running through the fox as he closes his eyes, ears folding back as his tail wags quickly behind him,  The colt working his fingers down that shirt until he finally reaches that bottom button, walking around to pull and guide that shirt off.  A thickly furred white chest exposed as the fox smiles "Mmmm, thanks, this is gonna be fun.  Foxy's gonna hang."  The two blushing more now as the colt rubs and hugs the young todd against his chest.

Those hands slide down, cupping the bulge in those brown pants as the colt whickers in approval "You're really looking forward to hanging, aren't ya?".  His fingers opening the todd's pants to start tugging them down, letting himself kneel and leer at the fox butt in front of him.

"Yeah!  Ever since we learned how to tie a noose... ooh, all I can think of!"  The fox murmurs, eyes lidded and tail lifted high.  His underwear cupping the pink arousal, half visible and already a little slick in the front.  The colt chuckles, helping the fox step out of his pants before he smacks the undies clad fox butt playfully.  "It was all you could fantasize before too, ya silly todd!"

There's a yip and giggle at that slap as the fox sheepishly grins "yeah, I'm such a snuff slut."  He leans over a little, wiggling his butt and getting a good pinch from the colt.  Then the colt tugs those undies out, then down, sliding them down the todd's legs as his face presses to the fox's rump.  A whinny of approval as the todd steps free, nude and quite erect for the camera.  Pink fox cock bobbing eagerly as he giggles and gasps, feeling a little kiss beneath his tail. The colt leaning back "So you wanted to wear a diaper too..."

The fox turns, rubbing the young horse's ears "mmhmm, gonna get messy..."  His cheeks flushed as his long tail wags rapidly in anticipation of that.  "I seem to recall you didn't mind that at all, maybe I'll get you a diaper for your first hanging..."

The colt blushes furiously at the thought, sheepishly grinning "That... that would be nice.... you'd really hang me?"  The stallion flicks his tail, nervously getting up to hug his friend "Won't I.. be dead, though?"

The fox hugs the blushing colt tighter "Of course not, I'll even buy you the fenix down and a diaper!"  There's a mischievous giggle and grin as the colt squeaks and flicks his ears under that attention.  "Hehe, blushing hangman.. ya ready to get me ready now!"

The colt nods as he gives the fox boy a kiss on a cheek.  Soon walking off camera a moment, and returning with a very heavy loop of rope around one arm, the other holding a pair of cuffs and a large, crinkling white diaper.  The fox boy patters his feet with a grin, his tail lifted and wagging as his arousal just seems to get stiffer.  His breath starting to race.  He turns around, presenting his trim rear for the colt with a shake and swish.

There's a gentle hug, and then the colt begins to wrap the thick diaper around that fluffy butt.  Careful, sure tugs of the fabric looping it between legs and around hips.  The once trim butt now thickly padded and snugly wrapped to hold a mess soon to come.  The diaper cinched shut and sealed with a safety pin as the fox wiggles and turns, giggling at the crinkling each movement makes.  The colt chuckles and swats the fox's newly padded rump "Y'know, you're cleaning yourself off when you're revived."  He sticks his tongue out playfully with a giggle "and I'll clean myself when you get to play hangfox for me, OK?"

There's a nodding between the two.  And then a loud whimper of excitement when the colt grabs his friend's hands.  Firmly pulling them back as he presses the pink, padded cuffs to those slender vulpine wrists.  A tail wagging furiously against the colt's working hands as he begins to close the cuffs, a steady clicking of the lock sealing the fox's hands.  The teen fox moaning "oh, it's almost time... I can't wait..."  his feet pattering in eagerness as he feels the cuffs tightened firmly, "and I'm all helpless now, your little snuff toy."

The colt whickers in approval of that as he leans over to gather the rope.  A quiet gasp as the todd watches wide eyed when the rope is lifted towards him.  His eyes lidding serenely with a little moan as the rope is looped around.  Watching with little whimpers and yips as the stallion expertly ties a very large and heavy noose in front of him.  "Oooh, gonna hang... gonna twist and wiggle and die!"  The fox giggles and blushes, his nervous anticipation making his heart race as he watches the horse turn the knot around.  Seven snug coils of a knot kissing his neck and nearly making the eager little vulpine faint right then and there.  Already trying to climb onto the stool even as the horse throws the rope up and over the sturdy rafters.

"Hehe, foxy can't wait, huh?"  he chuckles as he watches the rope thump to the ground on the other side.  Gingerly he steps forward, helping the fox stand up on the stool, tall and proud.  Walking behind the fox to pull the slack out from the rope, enjoying the little gaspy whimpers when the rope tugs his friend's throat.  He turns around and secures the rope, keeping it snug as he grins "Boy, I see what you mean about liking this... I'm guessing your dad added this support for tying down ropes."

The fox giggles and nods "Daddy says I'm just the right height for fucking when I'm hanging... and I think he's right."  The colt blushes bright pink in his ears at that, while the young todd just grins to the camera, giving a showy wink.  His chest rising and falling quickly with panting breaths "I suppose it's time..."

The stallion nods, tying a last, thin long rope to the stool.  He then stands up, coiling it around a wrist.  "Mmmhmm, here we go...  so, um, Welcome to our little show!  Alfador here has volunteered for a nice lynching in his attic, and I'm going to help the bad fox hang and strangle for you all!  So, er, I hope, you, eh, enjoy!"  His hooves patter the ground almost as nervously as the panting fox who is all bound and helpless besides him.  The big knot kissing his spine.  The diapered fox showing a bit of a bulge even in the padding of his diaper.  "So, well, here we go!  Goodnight Alfador!"

"Goodnight Michael!" the fox giggles before he takes a deep breath.  His chest rising high as his eyes close.  And then there's a sharp clatter a the colt yanks the stool away.  A quiet yip and gasp of breath ends with a loud creaking of a rope.  And two fox paws begin to frantically kick above the plastic sheeting laid out for him. Michael wide eyed, fondling himself as he watches the rope dig into his friend's neck.  The fox turning slowly, showing off his padded hips as his teen legs paddle at the air and ground so close, his twisting only helping close the knot further.

Alfador spins slowly, just enough to show himself off as his arms tug at the taut steel beneath pink padding.  His fluffy chest flexing and arching.  His throat visibly compressed, making a red tongue peek out of his lips.  His eyes wide as he watches the ground spin around and around, kicking paws keeping him steadily turning.  The rope creaks as his ears flick, a faint smile in the strained expression on Alfador. As Michael blushes furiously, sitting down before the camera to watch.  Unbuttoning his pants to help show off the big, young arousal buried in his underwear.

Slowly the colt slides his arousal free, unknowingly adding a second show as he begins to masturbate wildly to the dying fox.  He can see the young boy mouth for air, gaping like a fish out of water.  Those sleek legs soon humping at the air a his tail lifts.  Then twitches, jerking in rhythmic motions as the wide eyed stallion realizes the young teen is cumming.  The fox's tongue darkening slowly, cheeks puffing, as his hips jerk and buck into the air under the noose's erotic grasp. 

Those long legs begin to thrash and jerk in a more helpless pace.  Losing the steady rhythm and erotic thrusts to a more carnal jerking.  Visibly weakening now, unable to rise as high as the fox strangles further.  His cheeks growing purple, plump.  His tongue fat and heavy between his lips.  Eyes rolling back as the once bright pink fur of his ears turns blue.  His body spasming quietly as he strains to hold his head up. A wetness starting to form in the front of his diaper as the young teen begins to soil himself.  The back end growing heavy as a hint of his lewd mess shows in the growing bulge of the diapered rump.  Michael blushes furiously as this carnal show makes him arch back, squirting his cum with a loud whinny.  His cum splattering onto his hair, and then a long, messy ribbon lands all over his shirt.  Again he cums, painting his once pristine uniform as he huffs and pants for breath, masturbating furiously to the sight of his friend's dying show.

Those long legs jerk and lift... a little bit of messy, bitter piss trickling from his thighs.. and then he slumps.  His head sinking down.  Wide eyes growing glassy as his consciousness ends.  A hint of the mess contained in that heavy diaper in the dark stain along the back and yellow wetness of the front.  Though the colt can quite easily smell the mess the bad, bad fox left behind in his dying throes.  A trickle of piss dripping onto the plastic sheeting with  a steady dripping sound.  The fox spasming quietly as the colt looks up to the camera, his ears folding back with an embarrassed whicker.  Realizing the messy show he gave, cum splattered all over his kit scout uniform, his arousal still flopped, oozing, onto his belly.  But he just grins, gathering a glob of cum to lick clean.  He watches the fox die before him.  Several minutes of that steady dripping sound and flicking twitches of tail and toes.

The fox finally stops moving.  Still dripping some as he stares to the ground, so close to outstretched toes.  The diaper heavy with his fatal mess.  His head slumped forward.  Tongue big and purple, drooling onto his white chest.  Ears folded back and dark.  Cheeks fat and tinged blue under the fur.  The strangled fox just dangling peacefully on the end of his noose.  The colt gives a little tremble as he finally gets up, his heart racing as he walks behind the camera.  His flopping arousal getting a nice close up before he looks through it.  Seeing his dead friend through the viewfinder with a muffled whimper.  Thinking of his hooves on display, dead and dripping his piss as he hangs.  Perhaps that will be what the camera records next.  But for now... the camera shuts off as abruptly as it turned on, while he fantasizes about next week's promise from Alfador.  Maybe he will ask him to record his first time...


    A Master's Gift  ((AMG))

A grand, imperial dragon leaned back in his throne, enjoying the attention of his pets.  His gold scales glittering in the light as he rumbled in content pleasure.  Just a simple loincloth of black silk wrapped upon his lap, hinting at an equally grand virility to his form.  While a pair of kitsunes, one male, one female massaged his feet as he lashed his tail, curious what the next offering would be.  Already he had quite a feast of delights in food and company.  Enjoyment both sensual and erotic among other things.  The bulge in his belly showing perhaps he fed several different hungers at once with one pet that was gifted to him

The lizard bowing before him was fairly handsome.  Scales glimmering and well groomed.  Athletic if plain.  He wore nothing but simple jewelry of an entertainer, albeit one specializing in more erotic fair.  His scales a dark green along his large back scales.  A rich yellow along the finer scales of his chest, hands and feet.  His golden eyes peering up to the much larger dragon as he demonstrates his flexibility before him.  Showing off his nude body with a graceful twist and arch.  While a rabbit messenger announces him as Aquilus, presented as a gift for the golden dragon to use as however amuses him the most.  While he does earn a small rumble of admiration from the dragon, his look is mostly amused.  The dragon's voice loud and commanding "Very, admirable gift... but, I do believe I have had quite my fill in erotic needs.  As well as more primal hungers..."  He pats the bulge that was likely once another slinky lizard.  "However, I do have another who may need some attention..."

The lizard looks up curiously, his tail swaying along the floor.  "Another, my master?"  He hmms, he was not expecting to be gifted from one to another.  But he bows "If it will please my new master, I would be quite proud to attend to any of his or her needs."  He stands tall, trying to look his best for the larger dragon before him.  His arousal half jutting from his slit, ebon flesh peeking for appraisal.  There's a low chuckle in response as the dragon grins "well, then, if you do so desire... We shall have everyone clear the floor for the moment, so that Aquilus may take center stage for his showing."

The others step off of to the sides of the low floor, watching more curiously now at the lizard before then.  The dragon calls out for his most favored of pets, Sprente, to be summoned.  A few of them shiver, perhaps having an idea of the dark shape that slinks towards the lizard.  There's a quiet hush when Sprente slithers in, his large serpent head peering before the chamber.  A quiet hissing as he looks over the room, peering at the stunned lizard before him.  Aquilus's golden eyes go wide as he looks over the snake that slithers in, foot after foot of massive, heavy scales gracefully gliding towards him.  He dares not take his eyes from the dark orbs that appraise him, a tremble running thorough his tail.  "This... this is Sprente... and, I'm.. to... attend to his... needs?"

There's a low rumble of laughter from the draconic king "Mostly, Sprente will attend to his own.  You just have to... fill.. them."  There's a quiet gasp from the crowd as the snake begins to circle and appraise his new playmate.  His tongue flicking along hips, big scales brushing along his sides.  The nervous lizard reaches down, brushing the smooth scales of the python, trying to guess the size of the incredible serpent.  There must be nearly two dozen feet of muscular snake, black rings and brown scales marking him as quite a regal looking python.  His cool scales coiling around Aquilus's legs, a growing weight forcing him to kneel down before the massive predator, soon on his knees as he begins to pant.  His shaking hands stroking Sprente along his neck as the big snake flicks his tongue across him, tasting and exploring his new partner.

There's a sudden shifting in the coils of Sprente around Aquilus.  A surprised yelp soon muffled as he finds his cheek pressed to the floor.  An incredible weight upon him as the snake casually coils around his stunned body, cool scales rubbing his own with a sensual slowness.  He can feel that strength around his chest, eyes widening with a prey's knowledge of his position in life.  Feeling that big head resting on his own as his arms are forced out around his sides by the girth of the serpent around him.  His legs bound firmly, as he trembles and starts to twist and writhe his body on the floor.  Each motion matched with a firm tightening of scales, locking him down as the snake just casually rests his head on his prey.

Aquilus groans as the tightening weight starts to squeeze a chest.  His eyes widening further at this sensation.  Chest straining for breath quicker.  There's a sliding against his rump, his tail lifted.. then a wet thickness nudges his rump.  The male yipping, starting to struggle in the shock of that slick protrusion searching for a tender slit.  But with a puff of breath beneath him, Sprente just clamps down.  A firm, lewd thrust sinking that hemipene deep into the male beneath his deadly grasp.  The other heavy, red hemipene giving the audience a good measure of how full Aquilus must feel now.  The snake's squeezing thrusts pressing the air from his meal even as he mates his toy.  A deadly, erotic massage of clenching muscles and sensual thrusts, as the poor lizard begins to struggle.  His muscles rippling useless beneath the iron grasp of the snake's coils, as the others watch with silent fear and arousal.

The sounds of moaning and grunting grow faint, then silent as the lizard is constricted in the snake's heavy grasp.  His mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he drools onto the floor.  Yellow eyes wide with fear as he feels that sharp tingle of asphyxiation in his clamped chest.  His arousal oozing pre onto the floor as the snake continues to pound into his rump, spreading his tender slit wide again and again.  His hands futilely slapping the massive, taut scales around his chest.  Finding no relief as he's twisted subtly, left on his side to best show off his dying struggles and jutting arousal as the snake continues to fuck his prey.

Yellow eyes fearfully scan across the crowd.  Mouthing desperately for help.  Drooling onto the floor as no air enters his burning lungs.  He can feel that desperate ache of pain and need in his chest.. and a strange, lustful trembling in his loins.  His cock throbbing achingly hard, as that big, slimy arousal grinds into him.  His brain reeling with the knowledge that he will soon die, and become an anonymous bulge in a snake's stomach, never to be seen again.  The steady mating of his predator and the dizzying heat of asphyxiation causing a strange pleasure as well.  Perhaps this is what prey feels, that lust of fulfilling your role in death.  His struggles weaken, his scales darken.  His tongue dangles from his snout as Aquilus feels his life slowly leeched from him by a snake's merciless grasp.  Heart pounding, racing, weakening as Sprente just holds and feels every desperate beat of his prey's heart against his chest.

Aquilus watches the crowd begin to fade in his vision.  Spots of light and darkness fighting against his dazed consciousness.  His body relaxing now, trembling.  A sudden pressure, and than a cool, thick wetness pumping into his relaxing rump.  Claimed by the snake, that last, lewd sensation making his dying body arch.  His black arousal twitches against the floor, as he gushes his last orgasm across the floor.  Sticky white lizard cum painting a few new patterns onto the dark flooring as his tail twitches and slaps the floor.  His last vision the sight of a pair of jaws, creaking open, a dark throat filling his vision.

Aquilus loses consciousness before he feels those slimy jaws wrap around his throat.  Sprente pushing the limp meal into his gaping maw.  There's a last spasm in the lizard's body.  And soon that nose sinks into the airless embrace of a python.  His unconscious body never to rise even as the snake relaxes that fatal grasp.  There's a quiet trembling from the quickly dying lizard.  An occasional twitch of tail or spasm of toes.  Chest faintly rising and falling with the last, desperate beating of his heart.  The snake feeding with the slow patience serpents possess.  His lips soon wrapping down shoulders and kissing a chest to feel the lizard's heart beat one final, faint time.

Inch by inch the once proud Aquilus sinks into the steadily bulging girth of Sprente.  The crowd panting, wide eyed.. while a quiet moan is heard from he dragon, the two kitsunes attending to his needs.  The female grooming at his genital slit as the male finds his jaws wrapped around and sucking at a soon pulsing, gushing dragon cock.  Swallowing that thick spunk as steadily as the snake devours the limp lizard.  The snake's maw slides down hips, bulging around a tail.  And then there's just a pair of legs, sliding ever so surely into that swallowing, rippling throat.

Those jaws drag the limp toes of Aquilus down with a slow, languid motion.  And finally the once handsome pet disappears fully.  Just a bulge within Sprente's belly as he slithers away.  Sated and very pleased for a while.  At least, until the dragon king requires another to keep his precious pet pampered and well fed...


    A New Trophy  ((ANT))

Sunlight glittered on the dew sprinkled grass of the wide courtyard, a cool spring morning just beginning.  A row of thick, sweetly perfumed roses helping provide intimate privacy for those who want to enjoy the morning sun.  Benches set before the centerpiece of that rose lined clearing.  A dark, wooden shape, a tall, sharp projection rising high above the rose hedges.  A much more morbid item to contrast with the grass and granite stepping stones, a large and ornately decorated guillotine awaits.  The polished wood gleaming int he sun, while sharp, polished metal glitters dangerously in the stock.  A closer look would reveal the deep groove of many cuts, a dark stain along the blade, and the deep, crimson hints stained into the wood.  A stock awaits, open and ready on each side of the deadly center opening.  The cold, metal cuffs polished and open for hands and knees.  A glittering dampness of dew makes the device sparkle in the cool sunlight, as the ornate device stands proud as it awaits the next use.

It will not wait too long.  Two young, teenage ravens prance along the stepping stones of the rose lined path.  One holds a very large, wicker basket.  The other a large set of pillows and black silk coverings.  Both carry a leash in the other hand, the two ends lead to one collar.  Where an athletic adult dragon follows.  All three wear just a simple white loin cloth.  All three tented lewdly in arousal.  The two dark feathered boys lifting tails and teasing their pet along.  Sons of the Raven Queen, who has desired a trophy from one of her pets.  And Karel has been chosen to be lead out to the sunny clearing, so his head may soon grace her mantel.  And her two sons have been honored to fulfill this... as well as, any additional fun they may want with a pet's final moments.  Although the green scaled dragon appears to be morbidly curious and anticipating his deadly fate with the two boys.

Soon the strange trio reaches the macabre device.  The two soon hugging the larger dragon from each side.. pressing arousals under tail and against thighs as they embrace and begin to remove his collar.  A quiet moan escaping Karel as the two boys rub their young, feathery hands over his body.  Rubbing his wings.  Teasing his belly.  And of course, fondling his butt and arousal with lewd enjoyment.  Slowly loincloths are untied and stripped from waists.  Two pink arousals jutting from the twins, young and lustful in eager adolescence.  And then Karel's crimson penis is uncovered, jutting firmly from his sheath as he trembles under the combined touches of two warm boys.  Although most of his attention is staring at the massive device designed to steal his life away.  His chest rising and falling as he knows he'll soon be nestled in it's deadly embrace.

The young boys ease and rub that maleness before them, feeling the adult length throb against their downy fingers as their slim beaks grin in enjoyment.  Slowly they guide the doomed slave towards the damp, wooden block.  A basket set down to place the pillows and silk coverings in.  Then a towel gathered from the supplies to wipe clean the polished surface.  One of the pads soon placed before the trembling dragon as his wings flick nervously.  Then the two tug his arms, urging him to lean over... "It's time, handsome dragon," Starts one, the other finishing "and all you have to do is just relax, and let us take care of you."  The two shiver as they watch the older male get onto his knees.  Rump presented as he watches withe wide eyes as the two begin to pull the big, heavy blade up.  Steadily lifting it as he nestles tight to the padding, lifting his head to watch it finally click into place, over a dozen feet above his head.  The clicking lock of the heavy blade makes him moan softly, knowing it's waiting for his long neck.

The two teens pull the lunette open, the center stock awaiting that slender neck to embrace.  The dragon trembling in fear now, his breath racing as he feels a firm, assuring push on the back of his head from one, and a tug on his horns from the other.  Slowly he leans forward, straddling the padded stock on his knees as he soon finds himself staring to the ground beneath him.  A few dark stains hinting at his fate as he whimpers softly.  The wooden embrace soon snugly holding his neck, right above his shoulders.  His chest rises and falls in long breaths, feeling dizzy with fearful anticipation.  The two drawing the basket beneath him, beginning to line the wooden container with pillows and then the black silk he will finally rest his cheek on.

The trio is quiet now as they work.  Two paws of soft hands lift his scaled wrists towards the stock.  A firm pinch and he gives a whimpery croon.  Trapped more securely now.  His knees shift in the cold grass, the sun warming his back.  Each cool breeze scented with sweet roses as he trembles in the deadly apparatus.  The two raven teens playfully leaning over his butt, grinding a pair of hot, slippery arousals against his exposed butt.  While their hands tuck his knees in, drawing a pair of oiled, leather straps around his knees to hold him down.  His long tail lashes as he flutters his wings, unable to move back and froth now.  Just a side to side wiggle of a long, delicately scaled neck, bared before the sharp blade far above.  He can feel his heart racing, pounding in his chest as he pants, staring at the black silk promising a soft embrace for his death.

The two ebon boys quietly moan and lick beaks as they each fold a wing down, wrapping leather straps around the base to fold them up securely.  Keeping them from frantically flapping or getting int he path of the blade when they finally let it drop.  The steadily bound male shuddering, his eyes closed as he feels the will of his master at work.  Soon he will just be on display.  Perhaps the rest of him will be stuffed into a toy for these two horny boys.  But he will not have any say for much longer.   His bound wings wriggling against the dark leather, his tail lashing as he hears a giggle.  Then the end lifted, curled back to join the wings in the leathery bindings.  Making his butt nice and exposed.  Only able to squirm, every limb secured down.  The taut leather scented with many other male scents, knowing his will join theirs soon.  Eyes tense shut as he tries to think of his head on display with a quiet whimper.

His eyes open to a downy touch on cheeks.  Peering not at a black silk lined basket, but a pink, slimy cocktip.  Pressing hot to his lips as he opens his maw slightly.  The young boy soon thrusting against those scaled lips as he moans in surprise.  Another hot sensation beneath his bound tail, then a grunt as he feels a teen cock slide into his exposed slit.  The two teens above him lean together, beaks pressing in a quiet kiss as they begin to toy with the helpless dragon.  Watching how eagerly he sucks at his executioner's cock, oozing slick, musky pre all over his tongue for him to swallow.  The two giving him a last reward.. feathery hands embracing his arousal to pump in time to his thrusts from the raven behind him.  The one in front stroking his neck, lovingly petting the doomed male even as he fucks his lips.

There's a back and forth rhythm of the two black raven boys atop the bound green dragon.  Back and forth, thrusting in time as they fondle and rub the dragon, pleasuring him for a last reward.  His cock pulses int heir grasp, the bound, helpless nature and fatal promise making him tense.  Hot, lewd pleasure quickly building as he tries to struggle.  Muscles rippling and lips suckling amid whimpered moans as he finds himself unable to hold back.  A quiet, desperate little croon from his stuffed lips as his rump begins to spasm around that avian length buried under his tail.  His cock jerks, splattering the dark padding beneath his lap messily with his final orgasm.  The young teen against that butt leaning in, kissing his brother before he leans his head high and cries out his proud climax, cawing for all to hear as he empties his cum into the helpless male between his legs.  The other boy watches with a tremble as the two cum before hm, his dark balls pulling close as he pants.

Karel shivers, his sucking slowing as the climax makes him shudder and tug at bound arms and legs.  His wings wriggling side to side int heir straps as his tail flexes and ripples.  Squeezing and massaging all of the young teen's cum into his butt as he leaves a hot, sticky puddle of cum against the pillow he rests on.  A glob of sticky seed oozing down the side of the dark, wooden stock.  The slim raven pulling himself free to admire the messy cum painted on that gaping tailslit, walking around to the front to watch his brother be sucked off.  His pink arousal flaccid, oozing a few dribbles of white cum onto black thighs as he grins and sits on one side of the dragon, stroking his neck.

The other boy finally gives in once the dragon doubles his efforts to pleasure him.  The hot glow of afterglow making Karel relax, accepting his fate with a lewd bobbing of his long neck and graceful snout on the young boy.  Those feathery hands grabbing his horns, using them to thrust quickly.. then he too caws loudly into the air.  Gushing his sticky, bitter cum for Karel to swallow, a last meal for the pet.  That long throat ripples a little, swallowing every drop of that bitter seed.  Before that pink length pulls from lips, glistening and clean from the attentive tongue of their pet.

And with a wobbly shiver the other bird sits down on the other side of the basket.  Holding it between their legs as they begin to rub, massage, and stroke the doomed dragon's head.  Encouraging him to close his eyes and relax as he whimpers.  The two smiling to each other with a mischievous glitter in their eyes.  The dragon hearing a shifting beneath him, and opening his eyes to find a pair of young, ebon raven laps replacing his baskets.  The two cradling soft hands around his cheeks and chin.  Stroking his neck as they press his head to their chests.  Soft, musky down for him to savor as their warmth hides his head from the cool breezes.  The one on his right lifting a hand from him for a moment to gather the cord, drawing it down to brush across his horns.  Handing the end to his brother so they can tug together, letting the dragon feel the cord be released as they hold his head.

Karel closes his eyes as he awaits that final moment.  The warmth of the two boys cradling his exposed head relaxing him.  Looking up for a moment to peer to the basket he knows he'll finally rest in.  Then he closes his eyes once more with a quiet croon of fearful readiness.  The two hug him tighter, holding him.  A brush of silk along his horns.  There's a sharp click and he tenses.  His eyes closing tight.  His elegant, emerald scales grow taut.  He presses his head out as proudly as he can in that final second.

A massive THUMP is the last sound he hears.  The cold kiss of steel passing through scales, flesh and bone.  He feels a strange, disjointed tug.  And his nose settles in a pair of laps.  The two boys holding his disembodied head tight, making his last sensations the beating warmth of their racing hearts, the silky, musky warmth of their downy bodies.  Darkness quickly stealing him away as he fades in the loving hold of the two boys, features relaxing and growing serene in that last few seconds of life.

While behind him the two boys watch wide eyed, hearts racing, as the older dragon's body thrashes in death.  A moment of power displayed as bindings creak and muscles ripple.  Hot, copppery blood flowing down their thick, black feathers as the dragon's heart beats it's last. Most of that hot blood pouring down the grooves in the wood, adding another dark layer to the grass beneath them.  That large body giving a last arching before he stills as quick as he started.  Limp and calm once more.  The two leaning down, kissing the relaxed lips of their once toy.  Then setting him gingerly in the basket to carry back for their mother, letting the other slaves clean up the mess they leave.  Perhaps they will be rewarded with the rest of the dragon, preserved as a toy for them to enjoy whenever they wish...


    A Messy Ending ((AMF))

The sun was setting on Arvetis in several ways as he stared at the tall tree in the center of the prison courtyard.  Orange light leaving long shadows as he knew he would not live to see the sun fully set tonight.  Besides him a tall, muscular buck.  His tawny hide rippling with strength beneath his dark clothes as the executioner held the condemned close.  The lean, lithe wolf shivering in the older male's tender hug.  But he could do little but stare at the large branch under which his life will end tonight.  There's a quiet rubbing of his shoulders as the older buck looks down to him, "Are you ready?  There isn't much more time left now.  Although I don't think you have much say even if you aren't."

The wolf flushed a little as he bit a lip, the two red scars beneath his eyes showing this much more.  He was once a proud warrior.  Well liked.  Perhaps command potential.  But a bitter bar fight led one thing to another.  And a young man's life ended under his sword.  And now he was to pay the price for watching a ferret's life bubble away in his hands.  A tall branch and stool to be his gallows.  While the cameras await his slow, humiliating death.  He felt that gentle, nervous need to relieve himself, and quietly he looked up "Why is it I can't go to the bathroom, it's gotten me all fidgety feeling before my show."

The buck just smiles a little, "You'll see soon enough.  But don't worry, you only have a little bit left to worry about those concerns.  We should get you dressed now."  The buck's big hands begin to lift the bright orange shirt of the prisoner free.  Revealing more white and dark gray fur for him to admire.  A bigger smile as his hands trace down that lean stomach and find a bulge in the prisoner's orange striped pants.  Arvetis fidgets a little, uncertain how to answer to that.  But the buck's steady hands begin to strip him none the less, his deep voice calm and unfazed, "Don't worry about that, just a little angel lust.  Plenty get hard and eager before they perform the hemp fandango before a crowd.  Nothing to be ashamed of.  In fact..."  He trails off as he pulls the prisoner's pants off, revealing a very handsome arousal.  Arvetis would likely have made some lady, or perhaps another man, quite pleased.  But soon he'd be giving his last show for a crowd instead.  Although this might make them just as pleased.  The buck leans back some himself, to show off the bulge in his dark leather pants.  Whether this quite calms the nervous prisoner is a matter of debate, it does relieve him that he's not the only one getting aroused before a hanging.  "Plenty of people come here just for that reason.  Maybe thinking of their own necks twisting int he breeze.  Maybe thinking of their own feet kicking that stool down.  But either way, you're their spectacle for tonight.  And you may as well just enjoy everything you can.  Because it will all be over soon enough."

The wolf shivered, his dark tail lashing as he watched thin, almost sheer underwear be led up his strong legs.  The dark fur showing nicely through it as the soft fabric soon bulged with his arousal trapped beneath.  He had never actually seen one of the infamous hangings here beneath that proud tree, so was not perhaps expecting to be dressed up for death.  A pair of soft, thin cotton pants following, trousers snug but not too tight.  The two thin enough to be partly sheer, showing hints of pink flesh and grey and white fur.  More then enough to get an idea of that maleness straining his lap.  He looks up curiously while the buck secures and ties the string to cinch them to his waist, "So, I suppose I get to dress up for my final show, these seem kind of soft and frilly for a hanging."

The buck just grins wider "Suppose you never did see one of the executions here.  You're not really here to die.  You're here as entertainment, and as such, are dressed appropriately.  Remember that when we reach the tree, and don't worry about being bashful.  You only get one show here."  He rubs the wolf's ears, the anticipation growing thick as the wolf stares outside.  Already a small crowd grows, cameras being setting up.  Waiting just for him, well, and the buck who will end his life soon.

There's a gentle tugging at his sides as Arvetis trembles.  The buck wrapping an arm around his shoulder.  The door open.  And slowly they walk down the long path. The tree awaiting him.  While he can peek over and see the buck holding a massive, black rope coiled around his shoulder, a simple black ribbon, and a tall stool.  The simple tools that will end his life.  Surprising almost, after all of the fancy gear and guns and arcane weapons he had learned.  Just a simple rope, a black scarf, and a stool, and in the end you can kill a man just as easily.  He took deep breaths, savoring the warm, sweet air of the dying summer.  Just a hint of fall in the air that he will never breath again.  It was a weird, squirmy, but in ways, arousing thought as he found himself beneath the branch.

The large buck pulled his hands back, and that black silk wrapped about his wrists.  A sharp, painful pinching, and the knot was secure.  Helpless now to watch his death unfold before him with a surprising slowness.  The big stool was set before him.  And with a quiet urging he found himself stepping towards it.  His paws shaking as he lifted his foot onto the tall wood.  Scraped and grooved with the last struggle of many before him.  And he would not be the last to find his death atop the old stool.  Slowly he stood himself, peering down to the cameras and crowd below, feeling quite exposed in those sheer pants.

For a moment he trembled.  Not the merciless killer depicted.  But a poor young man, soon to find death.  But then he closed his eyes, thinking of those words his executioner told him.  And he stood up more.  Proudly lifting his chest.  For he only will die once.  He may as well enjoy it while he can.  There's a quiet smile beneath him as he watches the buck throw the big noose over the tree branch above his ears.  Then that deadly loop bobs before his head.  The rope dangling and kissing at his muzzle as he gave a quiet whimper of fear.  The thick, rough fabric stroking his cheeks as the buck reaches up, leading it back around his neck.  He gives a long, deep breath as the noose flicks across his ears.  and then the rope is draped around his shoulders.  Heavy, secure, ready to embrace him as his life ebbs and ends in that taut grasp of fabric and a simple knot.  His arousal aches between his legs as that fidgety need to relieve himself grows.  And he begins to realize what kind of messy end is indeed in store for him.

The rope is sensually lowered, the buck making a show of the execution for the cameras.  The knot tightening, making his heels lift from the stool.  The grasp of rope around his neck making his pulse pound in his ears, unable to even nod his head as the rope is secured to the tree.  He's ready now.  Just a quick kick.  and he'll soon be finding out how it feels to hang.  And what lies beyond after those agonizing slow minutes.  His tail lashes urgently as his heart pounds in his chest.  Shaky breaths watching the buck close behind the stool.  A dark hoof settling on the top.  His voice proud beneath the shaking victim.  "And we have gathered here to watch this young wolf, Arvetis Agathos, hang from his neck until he dies.  For the crime of murder he shall be put to death for all of your enjoyment.  May he find justice in the next world."

And with that the stool is expertly kicked away.  Arvetis finds his claws scraping useless along the wooden stool.  And then with a clatter it falls to the ground.  The rope creaks sharply as his weight settles.  And he hangs.  His neck compressed for the crowd to watch as feet desperately feel for anything secure.  All of his weight settling on that pinching knot.  Rough fabric grinding at his thick fur as he begins to twist, his claws inches from the stool.  But never to find support as he feels his tongue dangle from his lips.  His body twisting in the warm light of a summer sunset as the crowd hushes, watching him die.

His head pounds with his pulse, body eager to keep his life flowing even in the fatal embrace of rope.  His tongue pressed from his dark lips.  His heart racing, that rapid pulse pounding in his ears.  The sharp pinching and rough scratches of his neck making him toss his head, just pulling that rope more taut as fur is harshly pinched.  His toes curl, thrashing in the air, sweat cold on his pink paw pads as he can almost feel that stool, inches away.  The ground a good foot or two off, never to be touched by his feet again.  The urge to breath a gentle tickle in his chest.  But quickly growing, spreading as he watches the ground spin around him, instinctively struggling. 

He feels a strange heat in his loins as well, the shivery knowledge that he's dying.  Hanging, swinging and strangling makes his knot begin to swell.  His chest urging him to breathe.  Head swimming in the dizzying stranglehold on his neck. He feels drool oozing down his chin, cool in the quiet breeze he fights in.  His legs kicking with a rapid pedalling, swinging his body back and forth gently in the frantic battle for life.  His wrists tug at the fabric holding them, finding no escape.  Time seems to slow as he feels his life slowly squeezed from him, a second at a time.

The burning urge is maddening now, his lungs on fire as he feels a sharp cramping in his legs.  While in his head a dizzying warmth begins to spread.  Spots dancing in his vision as he watches the world begin to fade.  That strange pleasure rapidly building in his loins as he begins to relax.  His eyes lidding as his tongue grows heavy between his lips.  The struggle for life being lost, and instead a hot pleasure begins to fill him.  He's going to die.  and that thought makes his loins burn with lust.  A sudden tense shudder rushing up his spine as his knot blossoms, lewd against the dampening underwear from his precum.  He begins to thrust, weak, frantic motions to draw that pleasure out.

And he cums.  Hot, sticky semen filling that snug, thin underwear.  Sticky mess oozing down his sheath as he humps at the air.  His vision spinning, spots and darkness slowly filling it.  The sensation incredible, dizzy heat starting to rush through his body as he felt his consciousness begin to fade.  His orgasm ended.  leaving him trembling, helpless as he watches death steadily approach.  His kicking legs weak, faintly rising now.  Toes curling and muscles cramping.  His head slipping forward as he felt his body begin to relax towards that fatal sleep.

He gave a shudder as he felt a wet heat against his front.  Dazed, tunneled vision watching hot piss start to well up, flooding those thin underwear to soon soak into his thighs and down his pants.  Marking him well with his own scent as he begins to realize why the thin, sheer cotton pants were worn.  The heat strangely soothing even as he began to piss himself before the crowd.  He knew he didn't need to care.  He felt another heat, heavy as his rump flexed.  Realizing with a curious detachment he was soiling himself.  The dark waste filling that thin undergarment, quite visible for the crowd's jeers.  SO far away.  But for him it didn't matter.  He was finally letting himself go.  The dark heat messy and lewd.  Almost strangely erotic.  Just letting himself go as he dies, unable to even hold that basic function back.

His body trembles.  His last through how strangely satisfying that was.  But finally that darkness steals him away.  And he just hangs.  His body limp.  His heart weakly fights to continue beating even as he loses consciousness.  But it's a futile battle.  The wolf soon dead in the rope's erotic grasp.  Piss dribbling to the ground from his toes, long yellow stains down the front of his once pristine white pants.  While that dark mess is held, messy and heavy in his underwear.  Not even hidden by clothes, so all can see the wolf make a mess out of himself for their amusement.  His tongue dangling fat and heavy.  Eyes wide, cheeks dark, that bright scar a deep blue now.  Just an amusing, dirty decoration to hang for the next week or so, for the birds and scavengers to pick at before he's buried somewhere.  Just another executed criminal to be long forgotten by the time the next execution rolls around, and another crowd awaits some poor guy or girl to give that obscene dance once more, to fill yet another pair of pants in their last, frantic struggles.

And the buck smiles, enjoying another perfect show of his under the tall oak tree, while the sun sets to darkness for one more poor soul.


    A Latex Embrace  ((ALE))

A single light bulb dangled in the dark room, casting a harsh glare before the camera.  A single chair sat in the empty gray room, heavy wood and dark leather straps.  The thick wood worn in places, dark stains hinting of the more foul uses.  The camera continues to record, the room empty and waiting for the next masterpiece to begin.

Felix was a fairly standard, grey furred bat.  Somewhat athletic, not too tall.  Overall a handsome male, but nothing too spectacular.  So it was a bit to his surprise when he found himself overtaken one dark night.  Bound and blindfolded.  And soon racing off in the trunk of some car.  It wouldn't be until the next morning when he realized what a predicament he was in.

His groggy vision returned to the sight of huge, tawny feet inches from his nose.  The massive claws nearly digging into the concrete.  And those massive feet belonged to an equally powerful set of legs.  And hips. And chest.  A wolverine towering above the confused and dazed bat.  Most definitely male, a thick rubber cod piece all that he wore aside from a black latex mask, and the clothing, as it was, strained under the arousal it held.  Massive paws picking up the bat by his nape as he felt himself dragged along effortlessly, "Congratulations boy, you get to be a star!"  The wolverine chuckled, as Felix soon found himself naked and helpless, dragged into that deadly room.

Felix's heart jumped in his chest as he saw that rough, wooden chair.  Fear making his fur stand on end.  He quite recognized it.  From several, interesting, videos he had found of a pair of rat twins whose lives ended in that wolverine's embrace.  And now he was to be next!  He tried to yelp out a cry for help, but found himself soon shoved into the hard embrace of the chair.  The wolverine's musk of arousal thick on his fur as he looked over his new toy.  Brown eyes wide with fear as he watched the larger male shove his arms down, heavy leather strap looped over one and cinched down before he realized what is happening

That shock of fear grows further as he tugs his bound arm.  Firmly held down and secure.  He yells in fear now, desperate for release as he tries to pull that strap free.  But the merciless grasp of the wolverine is all he finds.  His legs kicking useless against the thick fur of the wolverine.  All he can do is watch that other arm be shoved down.  The thick leather strap pinching down, making his fingers tingle.  His wings smushed against the back of the chair.  His heart pounding in his chest as he realizes quickly he's going to die.  He's going to get strangled before that camera, so other horny perverts can paw to his useless little struggles.  He struggles to breathe, his chest rising and falling quickly.

Those long legs find themselves held down by the strong hands of the predator before him.  And cold metal clasps down.  Pinching fur sharply as the bat squeaks in helpless struggles.  His chest thrashing and wings jerking against the rough wood.  But there's not enough room to open them now.  The low rumble of lust coming from the wolverine making Felix shiver.  But then that black, latex covering is slid down.  A slimy, black arousal revealed to the helpless bat.  His tail instinctively curling between his legs a best he can.  The chair having no real back as the poor, helpless male realizes why.

Felix won't get to see much more that happens to him.  Watching the wolverine slowly saunter behind him.  Gathering up a thick, heavy black hood.  Felix calls out to him, "no no, wait, really, you don't want to...MMMPH!"  That hood is tugged with a jerk over his open mouth.  The thick rubber clinging to his head, shoving his ears down as his head is fit like a condom.  nothing but black rubber to see.  Nothing but black rubber to smell and taste.  Nothing but the black rubber to hear, tightly covering his ears.  His cock jerks with an airless whimper.  His death already beginning as he feels the stiff latex flex barely against his attempts to breathe.  The sharp, cold bite of metal on his ankles.  The strangling pinch of leather on his wrists.  The unyielding wood against his hips.  And then the wet, slimy heat pressing under his tail.

His hips struggle to lift, but those big paws wrap around his waist.  Stars flash in his blinded vision as that massive girth sinks deep into his exposed butt.  A whimpered yelp faintly recorded, muffled as that hood puffs and wraps tight around lips.  Only offering stale air for the suffocating bat to breathe.  A lewd, firm squelching sound rising from the rough fucking of the wolverine.  Each quick shove of hips making Felix yip and spots to appear.  His butt spread wide around that fat, slimy cock.  He can feel a wet heat oozing onto his lap, realizing he's dripping pre wildly as he's fucked and snuffed.  His heart racing as this macabre fantasy is fulfilled for all to watch.

Felix can feel his lungs burning as that steady fucking continues.  His butt aches as that thick black flesh sinks in again and again, merciless and unyielding.  His steady struggles to breathe making that latex hood puff and contract, only offering the cold, unyielding rubber to breathe.  The air stale and hot, used up fully.  But he won't find anything else to breathe in the rest of his short life.  He can feel his pink arousal, throbbing, so achingly stiff under the wolverine's rough attention and the airless embrace of latex.  His balls pulling snug even as he thrashes his head for relief.  Eyes clenched tight as he knows he'll soon be finding out what happens when his fantasy goes too far.

His toes curl taut as the flood of sensations grows dizzying under that airless embrace.  Feeling strength leaving his body, airless breath by breath.  Hot, shuddery cramps running through his legs as he clamps down on that broad arousal buried under his tail.  His head starting to slump as he feels that helpless pleasure in his loins begin to boil up.  His balls taut as the rough motions of that slick cock and the  struggles for life drive him over the edge.  White spots teasing his vision while he tries to yell, thrash, do anything.  Helplessly cumming onto his lap as the wolverine growls lewdly in his bound ear.  Rump milking his captor for pleasure as he spasms in his bindings and the large paws holding his hips down.  Each motion making the spots and dizziness grow further.

His head slumping forward as his climax fades.  Wet heat all over his lap as his cum lewdly oozes down his sheath and belly.  Drool pooling in his lips, too weak to swallow.  His tail jerks, growing slack as he feels his life slipping out of his bound paws.  Somewhere he can hear a loud roaring, and a flood of cum pours into his abused butt.  But for the dying Felix it's all a dream.  Feeling detached, helpless but to shiver and relax as his consciousness fades.  The last sensations that burning heat filling his butt as he finally gives in.

The wolverine will continue fucking the limp bat even after he grows slack beneath him.  A few more shoves and he hilts into the quickly dying bat.  Holding tight to feel that delicate body tremble and twitch.  A big paw squeezing a chest to feel a heart flutter.  And then stillness.  There's a low rumble of erotic delight as another young male succumbs for the camera.  And with a messy squelch he pulls free, to show off the cum oozing from his cock and the dead bat's rump.  Just another toy.  Maybe he'll even give this one a good, working over, in another minute...  It's not like the bat can complain now if he gets another fucking.  And the wolverine grins.  He loves sloppy seconds.


An Impromptu Replacement ((AIR))

"Where the fuck is that fagotty fox we're supposed to kill today!  God dammit I told him not to be late for this final shoot!"  The voice echoed in the small studio, it's owner a massive and right now very angry Kirin.  His blue green scales tinged with red, which seemed to shine angrily as his red eyes flashed over his assistants.  A fat boar nervously shuffling back, adjusting a camera tripod.  A lean fox sighed as he adjusted a microphone.  Trying to keep it out of the camera's view as the boar kept seeming to put it back into the frame.  An old TV showing the frame as they centered on a strange and dangerous looking contraption, a hydraulic spike currently reset, only a foot long at most.  It was supposed to be an impaling spike, to extend to about seven feet at the end.  Benny the fox wondered if it would even work, given it's rickety nature.

A cellphone rings out as the kirin shouts in annoyance, flipping the cellphone open.  "what?!  I'm busy here... what?  What?!  Oh that fucking todd!  He did what again?!  I can't believe it!  That fucking moron!  Now who the hell will we get to star in the next video.  Well, I'll figure something out.  Yeah, fuck you too."  He slams the phone shut, as the two assistants wearily look up.  "Guess what happened to our wonderful star?  That's right, fucking got himself killed before we could kill him!  Stupid cunt was playing some noose games and next thing he knows he slips and hangs himself!"  The Kirin stormed around the room, hooves stomping loudly into the floor.  His eyes glinting dangerously as the draconic deer vented his anger.  "Now where the hell are we going to get another fox to snuff for the video!"

Benny began to back away, not quite liking where this was going.  Especially as the boar began to eye him up.  "No, no no no, this was not in my contract here...  I am not a replacement snuff toy!"  He turns, looking for the door.  The Kirin helps him find it first, leaping over to block the only exit from the small studio.  The tall, strong draconic director grinning his fangs to the smaller fox.  "Actually, if you read the contract..."  He leans over, his breath hot on the fox's nose "You would have seen it is.  It'll cost me twice as much.. but..."  He reaches out, grabbing the fox before he can leap forward.  There's a shout and kick, and a yowling as a paw finds rough scales.  "Grab him, grab him, we've got a contract to finish and I sure as hell am finishing it!"  The Kirin bellows, the boar soon slamming into Benny's back.  His vision reduced to stars as he collapses in shock, breath lost in the sudden grabbing and several hundred pounds of boar atop his back.

Benny's consciousness swims for a moment, nearly fading as he feels a harsh tugging.  His shirt being ripped free as he struggles for breath.  The weight holding his chest down thankfully lifting as the boar gets up, tugging roughly at his pants.  He can do little but struggle for breath, feeling himself be stripped nude.  Once his lungs stop burning for air he can feel himself be lifted by his hands, pulled behind him as the boar begins to strap rough twisted ropes around his wrists.   The rough fabric pinching and tugging fur as he groans "no wait, please, I, I didn't sign up for this!"

The kirin bellows back,  growling at the struggling male before him "You should have read the fucking contract then now, before you became dead meat!"  He grabs the struggling fox, pushing him chest first to the floor.  "help me grab his feet, we're gonna have to hog tie him since I don't think he's going to be cooperating."  The boar awkwardly tugs the fox's legs back, fighting the kicking legs as the fox begins to shout.  "No no! Help, anyone! Please!"  There's a smack as the kirin slaps the fox, dazing him as tears well up in his eyes from the pain and shock, "You dumb shit, you know this place is sound proof!  It's a fucking snuff studio!  You're the one who chose it!"  There's a grunt and groan, legs pulled harshly back as rope wraps around ankles to wrists.  Leaving him awkwardly bent on the floor, muscles straining as the nude fox stares at the massive hydraulic spike before his nose.

Benny can do little but whimper as he Kirin steps back, catching his breath as he grunts "gonna have to take some of that out of your pay boy... but I think we need to get you prepped.  How about I help lube up that tight little ass of yours..."  He licks his lips as he sits himself down, tugging his pants down to reveal his slimy, red cock.  The slim, long penis oozing pre as he grabs the fox and jerks him into his lap.  Struggling against the ropes holding his arms and legs behind him as he whines once that slick heat kisses his exposed rump.  Bent knees spread around the kirin's lap as he hisses, growling and snapping at the air as he feels that lewd prodding.  "You dumb boar, stop masturbating and get the camera rolling!  We got a show to finish!"

The boar stumbles, nearly knocking the camera over as he turns the camera on as quickly as he can.  The red light turning on, staring at the scene before it as the camera booted up.  The bound fox whining, yelling and struggling.  The larger kirin's strong body guiding the fox down, nearly a foot of slimy, angry red arousal pressing beneath the fox's frantically twitching tail.  His hooves spreading as he leans back and grunts.  Antlers nearly hitting the todd as he jerks back, making the draconic deer grin.  There's a sharp bite, pinching and tugging at Benny's nape as he yowls in pain.  That big arousal shoving into his rump, spreading him wide as he tries to get away.  His own sheath starting to plump in response, spilling out his crimson arousal as he grunts.  Fucked for the camera, bound and helpless in the large predator's grasp.

The two begin an awkward fucking.  The bound limbs making the fox hard to be thrust into.  The fox doing his best to make this harder, though the larger size and strength of the powerful Kirin whose lap he's in makes this a futile effort.  The fox bouncing in that lap, heavy cock sinking deep into the fox's very tight butt.  A lack of lube making it rough going, only the kirin's slick pre keeping it from being too rough for the kirin.  Benny might disagree about it making it any nicer for him, sharply feeling his rump spread again and again as he growls and whines.  Tears forming in his eyes at the harsh sensations, raped for the camera, bound and helpless like a fuck toy.

The steady rhythm grows faster as the fox yowls in pain at his bound limbs, stretched awkwardly as the kirin claims his pleasure.  Benny's whimpered moans a steady contrast to the growing growls behind him.  Big hands holding him tighter, helping thrust the fox onto his lap with growing urgency.  Those big, scaled balls pulling tighter as Benny tenses up.  Knowing what is soon to be coming as he grunts and whimpers.  There's a firm shove of his hips onto the kirin's, the proud director leaning his back to roar his climax.  Hot gushes of cum flooding the fox's butt, sticky heat pouring deep into his abused rump.  Benny unable to do much but whine as he's claimed for other's entertainment.

There's a slick squelch as Benny is tugged from his captor's lap.  Cum oozing from his gaping pucker as he whimpers, tugged by his arms towards the deadly apparatus.  He frantically kicks and jerks, fighting his bindings as he watches the deadly spike grow near.  His butt lifted to show off the cum oozing from the well used pucker, before it's settled towards the blunt spike.  He arches and tosses his head, loudly whimpering as his rump nudges, then sinks against the cold metal.  Feeling the deadly tool sink into his rump, until he sits upon it, ready to be impaled as he jerks urgently at his bound arms.  "Please, isn't... isn't there another way!"

The two look over the fox's quickly growing arousal with an appreciative rumble as he squirms.  The two grinning wider as he stares at them "You're, you're not going to impale me!  Please, no... NO! NO!"  There's a quiet whining sound coming from the device.  The long pole beginning it's slow, relentless lifting.  The fox frantically jerks his knees, trying to help slip himself off.  But the pole steadily raises and lifts, sinking deeper and deeper.  There's a sudden yowling, crying out in pain as the blunt spike begins to spear into the fox's insides.

Tears dribble from the fox's clenched eyes as he howls out.  The steady, cold progress of steel sinking into him.  His knees lift a few inches from the floor, kicking and struggling before he sinks down with a slick slowness.  A loud scream escaping him as the pole begins it's lethal trip through the heat of his body.  His head lifted as he screams again and again as that cold metal buries deeper into his belly.  Sliding up through his body steadily as the hydraulic spike whines with growing pressure.  A trickle of blood oozing down the spike as it slides further within.

The two watch with a shiver and tremble, the camera recording every brutal detail of the fox's slow demise.  The spike's steady sinking into the helpless male's chest.  Working it's way towards it's eventual emergence through his mouth.  His body starting to be lifted when it catches on ribs.  Then he sinks again, a howl of pain as the deadly device slides further in his body.  A trickle of blood forming at the edges of his lips, straining for breath as the pole slides up towards his throat.  A quickly rising whimper and howl as the metal spike searches for an opening to escape the body it fills.

The kirin listens to those gurgles as he fox's head tosses and jerks, and he soon realizes what's happening.  The spike having trouble sinking into a throat, threatening to slide out of his neck instead.  The big male grabbing the fox's neck and arching his head back.  There's a long howl of fear and pain.  Then it's cut off into a wet gurgle.  Benny's eyes wide, tears flowing quickly as he feels the final, fatal touch.  The metal spike, wet with blood and other, dirtier fluids.  Staring cross eyed as that metal, hot with his body heat, slides across his tongue.  Sliding free from his held back jaws, letting him stare fearfully, already fatally wounded.  His lungs burning for air as the metal fllls his throat. 

The quickly thickening base catches the fox's rump, lifting him the last few inches to let his knees dangle.  A good six inches of metal poking from his maw, letting him bite down on the cold, slick metal as he awaits death.  His chest strains to rise and fall, metal pole sealing off his throat as he jerks and flails on the impaling spike.  The kirin grinning as he turns to the boar, whose hand is stuffed down his pants.  "Now be a good assistant, and thank our new star by sucking him off.  I want him to cum before he dies!"

The boar nervously jumps, and awkwardly sits himself down before Benny's nude erection.  His muscles twitching, jerking firmly as he nearly knees the fat boar's nose.  The bigger male grabbing those knees, only making the spike drive another inch further and wider to his soundless struggles.  Then he drags his maw down and engulfs the throbbing flesh of the dying male's cock.  An eager, if inexperienced bobbing of his head as the doomed fox shuddered.  His chest burning for air, but a strange, calming lust starting to fill him.  He knows he's not going to live for long now.  Just a few minutes left, and a strange peace beginning to relax him as he awaits that final death.

His lungs burn for air, making his vision grow dizzy and darken.  Only able to stare at the blank ceiling and cooling metal jutting from his lips, biting down on the harsh steel as he feels a tenseness in his lap.  A sudden, hot erotic flush of pleasure as he realizes he's spitted, dying for thousands to enjoy and masturbate too.  The sloppy, noisy blow job of the boar beneath him growing more steady now as he feels that familiar, pulsing tenseness of his knot.  A strange, fulfilling knowledge he'll cum one last time at least.  His ballsac pulled tight as he clamps down on the invading metal spike in his body, unable to even arch as he begins to cum, frantically spasming in that lethal embrace.

The boar pulls back in surprise after the first gush of cum, his tusked maw painted with sticky semen.  Several more frantic shudders run through the fox's bound and impaled body.  Held rigid by unyielding metal as his life slips away.  Blood and drool oozing from his lips as he feels his body begin to relax.  Everything fading as he tries to cling to that last hint of life in him.  His last sight the fat boar's cum splattered maw as he gets up in front of him, letting the last gush of cum ooze down his cock.  Then it all goes dark, giving into the fatal device.

There's a few more minutes of spasms and twitches as he slowly dies for the camera.  The boar's pants soon sliding down to his ankles as he begins to finally masturbate.  Oozing his precum messily down a thick hand, cum drooling down onto his chest from the blowjob he last gave.  Shifting a little to best show off the dying fox's last little twitches of life.  Then a low, grunting moan as he begins to cum all over the fox as he stops moving, painting the dead male for all to watch.  His hips thrusting at the air a few times as he grunts and huffs in pleasure.. and then he pulls his pants back up, admiring the mess and cum he leaves upon the fox's chest and belly.  The kirin growling again as he looks over the set.  "Now fucking cut!  And let's clean up this mess before I decide to run a second take with you on the pole!  This better fucking make up the pay I'm gonna have to pay that cunt for taking over for our bloody star!" 



A Final Dance  ((AFD)

A nervous whinny and tremble of hooves revealed the proud stallion's fear as his master looked him over.  He had been quite the wild colt when he arrived, until the large gryphon helped put him in his place.  And for years he had been toy and pet for the larger gryphon, fucked and fucking as he wished.  But he knew, when he was claimed, how he would be going once he was done.  And he suspected this day was now as he was led to that ominous barn where many other pets like him entered but did not return.  Already he imagined the noose awaiting his long throat, his lithe, white body limp and long in it's loving hold.  Hooves frantically struggling for a slow death to take him away.  Sweat oozing down his hide as he died in that hot barn under his master's gaze.  He knew what awaited him at the end of his run, and that fatal trap made him shiver in fearful fantasies.  Closing his blue eyes as he gave another whicker of excited fear, watching his master arrive with the items he needs to carry out his last, lethal show.

The gryphon proudly walked forward.  Large, tawny legs carrying him gracefully as his arousal greedily slid from his sheath.  His big wings wrapping brown and white around the ivory stallion as his beak leans in.  A sharp pinching nip and kiss to the nervous stallion's throat, making his pet arch and whinny needfully.  His breath racing as the stallion shifts, nestling into the firm grasp of his master and executioner.  "I, suppose it's time for my final show... now..."  The stallion nervously gasped, his heart pounding in his chest as his pink arousal slid from his fat sheath.  A groan as the gryphon's taloned hands grasped and teased that ever thickening flesh as he bit and teased pinches on the stallion's throat.

"Indeed it is, and I've been looking forward to this ever since I purchased you those years ago.  And now you'll join the other pets soon enough."  The gryphon purred as his tongue danced up along a cheek and teased the quivering stallion's ears.  The bigger gryphon pressing his slim arousal against a rump while he strokes and teases the steadily emerging arousal of his pet.  Loving every helpless, eager whimper and moan as the stallion stares at the closed barn where his life will end.  A quiet purrr as he nudges his arousal around, teasing and prodding the plump pucker he had filled so many times before.  Perhaps he'll fill him once more, but once his show is over, whispering to the doomed male "It's just about time now, going to be hot in there."

The gryphon slid his hips from the stallion, a wing guiding the trembling stallion forward as his arousal lifted proudly.  Slowly the doors opened to a thick, musty heat even in the shadowy dimness of the interior.  Hay spread out, fresh and ready on the floor.  While up on the hayloft a large plank had been set up.  A release hinge securing it to hold up plenty of weight for it's use.  At the end a massive noose awaited, the thick noose stained with sweat and drool of those who had entered it's fatal embrace over the years.  The carnal hints of scents and sights makes Zuchter whinny, knowing he isn't leaving alive.

The gryphon pushes the doomed stallion a little further in, beneath the noose a floor below as he grabs the fearful male tight to pull to his lap.  Setting down the musky hood and worn cuffs to get a simple, black string.  Opening it up to lead around the stallion's hips as he stared upwards at the still rope.  A sudden, silken touch making him look down and gasp out.  "nn... NO, I, I was going to die... die a man..."  He only trembles and whimpers as he watches the thin silk slide around his heavy balls.  His master's wishes are worth more than his own as the larger gryphon bites his nape.  "Hush my little gelding, you're just going to be my little toy... and toys need to be broken eventually."  The slim loop slid up against the base of that heavy, pink fleshed sheath.  Then a sharp tug and those balls begin to hang, quickly tied off as the once proud stallion cries out in pain.  His balls already beginning to throb and ache with his pulse, desperate to keep blood flowing to the tied off orbs.  The pink hide of his ballsac pulling tight in fear as he hisses in breath, shaking visibly as he stares at his balls, hanging as he will.

Zuchter spreads his legs as he stares at the steadily darkening flesh between his legs.  His head spinning in the thick, hot air of the barn as pain ebbs and pulses in his lap.  His arousal slapping his belly as the gryphon jerks his wrists back.  Stained, dark leather looping his wrists and sharply pinching them.  Fingers tingling like so many before him on those straps, his sweaty scent of fear to be added to them.  He bites his lip, a moan of fear as the bindings are shifted and tightened, arms bound securely against his strength.  As his master's arousal kisses and rubs his rump, mocking his gelding state as he feels his balls beginning to die.  His pouch darkening, taut and helpless, as the pain begins to fade, ever so slowly, with each heartbeat that won't reach them.

There's a final tug of wrists, and then a shove forward.  Towards the many stairs that lead to the second floor and the improvised gallows above.  Hooves and claws clattering on the wood as zuchter feels the sweat bead up on his hide.  Taking deep breaths of the stifling heat of the room while he can, as each stair brings him closer to his end.  His balls swing and begin to relax, growing numb with each step.  A gelding now, just a little helpless toy, not even a male.  His heart pounding in his chest, knowing he has no return once his maleness is castrated away.  Just one last use as morbid entertainment.  And soon he's standing on the top floor, staring at the dark stained rope, that so many other males hung and died in that sensual embrace, and he knows he won't be the last.

Zuchter is guided forward slowly, stepping onto the plank that forms as his gallows.  Soon he's nosing the rope, smelling the strong scents of lust and death on the worn silk.  A quiet moan as he closes his eyes, imagining all the pets before him.  Gingerly the gryphon slides the rope back, stroking his cheeks, marking his scent onto the macabre embrace.  The bound gelding whimpering as he stares to the floor so far below, his hooves to never touch solid ground again.  And with a sharp pinch and tug on his mane, the noose is settled.  Big taloned hands squeezing the gelding's strangled balls, the lack of response making the gelding whinny.  His maleness beyond saving now, just like him.

Zuchter's master pulls the bound, noosed male tighter to his lap as he gingerly kisses and grooms his neck.  Cleaning some of the trickling sweat from his body, loving the thick smell of lust and fear.  "Ready to fly, my darling gelding...  going to be so handsome up there."  Zuchter just quietly nods, a soft whicker as he closes his eyes tight.  Taking long deep breaths as he savors the thick, hot air and strong scent of sex on the gryphon.  He won't have long to continue to enjoy it.  He feels something thick, strongly scented, kissing at his lips.  Opening his eyes to watch a heavy hood be dragged over his muzzle.  Pulled back to be laced against the back of his head.  Blinding him to what awaits him, smothering his sense of smell to the thick stench of others who wore it before him.  The hood lacing under his chin, slit for the noose at the back.  Soon secure and ready, filtering his last breaths in the drool stained fabric that hides his identity.  just another anonymous gelding getting snuffed and hung like the toys they are.

The gryphon steps back quietly to admire the hooded male.  Staring blankly in the heavy hood.  Big, massive knot pressed to his mane.  Flexing and relaxing his fingers as he awaits death serenely.  A good gelding indeed.  He steps back for a moment to let the fear build, gathering a pair of thick shears.  Zuchter can only hear a faint creak and shift of weight as his master returns.  Tensing as he feels an arm pull him suddenly against a lap.  Something cold and thin touching his sheath.  A faint hint of something.  Then a subtle pinch and a lewd, wet slap beneath him.  The gryphon pulling something heavy and soft from the floor, brushing his leg with it.  And a sudden shudder as he realizes what has been taken from him.  His strangled balls removed.  Just a taut little knot of string where they should be, keeping the cut almost bloodless.  A faint trickle of red on white hide and pink flesh.  He groans, muffled in the hood, struggling for breath as his knees grow weak.  Just a little toy to be teased as the gryphon whispers against the hood "You'll make a fine coin purse, so I can always remember you..."

Zuchter struggles to breath in the claustrophobic darkness that will be his last sensations.  Images of his lap, clean and smooth without his balls filling his imagination as he shakes.  The gryphon giving no more hint of himself.  Alone now, with just the noose to hold and secure him.  Awaiting for the final tug, sudden drop, and lethal embrace to begin.  Sweat oozing down his hide, strongly scented with fear.  A sharp burning when it brushes the knot of silk that binds that delicate wound.  Eyes clenching shut as he takes his last, deep breaths of life.  Forced to wait in the immense heat of the barn as his cock slaps his belly, the gelding ready and willing to give in to his noose.

After another long minute or two, the gryphon pulls the release.  There's a muffled whinny of fear and acceptance, then a gurgle as the rope clamps shut.  The white horse silenced by his weight, clamping his throat shut easily.  The platform slapping the wall as it goes to rest, leaving him out of reach of the hayloft.  A dozen feet up, hanging from the rafter's to the steady creak of rope and leather bindings.  His muscles ripple masterfully in the hot air, sweat slicking his hide to show off his lean elegance.  His hooves trembling and shaking as he begins that slow, erotic dance for his master's pleasure.  hooded head tossing back and forth, searching for release but only finding the knot growing tighter.

Zuchter finds nothing but darkness, the sharp, painful squeeze of rope pinching his mane and hide, and the sharp burning of asphyxiation as he dangles helpless in the air.  Beginning that primal struggle for life even as he knows he's already dead.  Just a few more minutes to let the rope work, no escape.  But still he kicks, spinning and twisting and swaying blindly a she watches a few spots tease his blinded vision.  His chest straining to rise and fall.  His tongue fat, drooling in the hood, marking it steadily as his ears flick and scrape the tight embrace.  Trying to mouth for air like a fish out of water, just a faint shifting of the darkened leather for the gryphon to admire.  A heat building in his loins as he realizes his morbid fantasy has been fulfilled, that tense tremble of pleasure helping guide the pain as he swings.

The gryphon sits down on the edge of the hayloft, watching his once pet die slowly for him.  Admiring the strength in the gelding's body as it slowly is leeched by that simple rope.  Sweat oozing and glistening in the beams of sunlight passing through the roof onto the frantic pet.  His cock slapping and twitching, oozing precum as he fulfills his dark wishes.  Zuchter always had a dark fascination with the gallows., and now he gets to feel every painful, sensual minute of his slow, erotic death.  He watches the nude form ripple, muscles flexing, begging for life as it's pulled out of him, moment by moment as he strangles in that hot hood.

His lungs ache and pulse with his racing heartbeat.  Throbbing through his body, his loins.  A hot, trembling shudder growing in his lap.  He's going to die, die as a gelding, castrated and set swinging.  His muscles ache with exhaustion, and his vision swirls with dizzying spots.  He knows his life is slipping away, and he has little time left.  And the painful, lethal bondage makes his loins beg for release.  His fat penis slapping his belly, flaring as precum messily spills.  He can't help himself, eyes clenched shut as his oxygen starved brain thinks of his dying body on display.  Thrashing that lustful, primal dance of death on the end of a rope.  Hot pleasure filling him as he begins to cum.  Slick, clear gushes of precum, no semen to splash out proudly.  A weak little gelding orgasm as his pink cock jerks and twitches.  Oozing the slick fluid as he bucks and shudders.  Feeling the most intense shudder of pleasure he'll ever feel in his life.  And he doesn't have long to wait to fulfill that morbid little thought.   Dizzy with pleasure, pain, life and death as he feels his head slip forward.  Unable to lift it as those white spots flicker and fill his vision, everything lost in that incredible heat and pleasure.

The gelding's body shudders with the last pleasure of consciousness.  And he grows slack as he gives in and accepts the noose's invitation of death.  The gryphon quietly panting now as his toy quivers in the last hints of life.  And soon he's still, sweat serenely dripping down his hooves, relaxed and swaying with the last of his motion.  His arousal till proudly lifted, forever in death even.  The gryphon trembles, lifting the platform once more.  Walking forward slowly to examine the poor male.  Hood dark with sweat and drool.  Slick gelding spunk oozed all over his belly, dribbling down his thighs.  Hide sticky with sweat.  Relaxed in the embrace of death.

He can't help but grasp his arousal, pumping quickly a she feels that hot twitching of an impending orgasm.  The morbid fascination of his pet's slow death too much to hold back.  He lifts his beak, and cries out, loudly for any to hear as he arches his hips.  His large arousal jerking against his fingers as he begins to cum, painting the dead pet with sticky pulses of a proud male's seed.  Splattering and marking him as fully claimed as he moans with each spasm of pleasure that runs up his spine.  Nearly falling as he leans back and pants for breath in the stifling heat of the barn.  Just catching his breath as he looks over the dead toy before he will take him down.  Another beautiful show, another handsome gelding sent to heaven.  It's good to be the master.


A Heavy Burden ((AHB))

Van looked over the room he was going to die in.  Just a simple living room, cleared out of furniture.  A thick soft, blue carpet thick between his scaled toes.  The room warm and relaxing as he fidgets his tail.  It's a strange thought knowing you're going to die.  And looking over the camera that will record every little detail of his death makes it a little more thrilling.  He wondered when his friend would be arriving to do the dirty deed, the yellow greened scaled dragon looking over the recording equipment.

There was a low rumble of approval from the door, the bulky direwolf stepping in next.  Dwarfing even the six foot tall dragon by almost two feet.  The chubby male grinning as he peers down to the lifting arousal of the dragon who will be his victim.  The bigger wolf stepping forward to lean over, nuzzling the dragon with a grin "so, I suppose this is it for you..."

Van looks up at the larger wolf, shivering a little as a big paw is lifted to rub his hips.  "I... I guess so."  He squirms, wings fluttering as his heart begins to race.  He's not going to walk out.. and the thought makes him tremble with fearful arousal.  Watching the direwolf's big feet as he walked to the camera, turning the equipment on.  Checking to ensure everything was recording as he grinned, tusks gleaming mischievously, "now you got one last chance... otherwise, we're going to start recording"

Van nods quietly as he bites a lip, and then begins to sit himself down on the floor.  Laying out as he gulps softly, staring at the massive paws that will end his life.  The big feet flexing as the wolf walks closer, grinning down to the dragon.  It's not often he got such an exotic partner... and a change to go all the way.  He lifts up his big foot, flexing the pink pads to press and stroke across Van's lips.  A soft shiver and murmur as he leans against a chair to help support himself.  Letting the dragon hug and stroke his foot, worshipping the method of his destruction.  The two males soon panting, arousals stiff and ready as they start slow.  Taking their time, after all, Van only gets one time to enjoy this.

The direwolf curls his toes, sighing as the dragon begins to lick and suckle upon the dirty paw.  Letting his slick, sleek tongue dance and explore, sinking between those toes to tease out that musky, sweaty taste.  A strange anxiety, knowing that foot will soon take his life away.  Cleaning the object of his destruction steadily to the moans from the big fat wolf.  The direwolf shifting, drawing the chair closer to better get settled for what comes next.

There's a low moan as that paw slides down from Van's lips, sinking to his neck.  A whimper of lust, a deep breath.  Then that broad paw pushes down, firm and steadily squeezing.  The dragon straining to breath out, soon his throat constricted beneath that plump, soft paw.  His hands stroking the choking foot as his chest begins to struggle, still trying to breathe as he fights to relax, knowing his life is soon up.

A steady increase of pressure sinks down into the dragon's delicate scaled neck.  The direwolf leaning forward, tusked grin leering at the dragon who writhes and struggles before him.  Stroking, nuzzling, worshipping the powerful paw that has come to claim his life.  The dragon's arousal oozing pre, jerking in delightful twitches when he lifts his free foot to wrap toes around the length.  While Van struggles to not fight, give in to the steady, suffocating pressure upon his throat.  He won't have to wait long, and it will be all over.

The dragon's green scales start to darken.  His legs kicking against the thick carpet, the dragon starting to struggle with that instinctual urge to breath.  The direwolf leans forward, pushing more weight against that crushed throat.  His other foot rubbing, steady, firmly, pumping that throbbing, dripping cock against the soft, plush pads.  Making Van mouth for air, desperately wanting to moan as he's used.  Just a toy for the bigger male, watching his vision start to fade as asphyxiation sets in.  His tongue feeling so thick and heavy, cheeks puffing as his body fights to keep him alive.  His wings and legs jerking against the floor now, straining to keep from fighting the paw that suffocates him.

Van arches and struggles, unable to hold back.  Squeezing and tugging at the foot that crushes his throat.  Unable to pull back the weight.  His eyes wide, watching spots dance and flicker as his brain spins dizzy from asphyxiation.  His cock tensing up, a hot,fulfilling knowledge he's going to die soon rushing through him. The thought strangely erotic and detached, drooling down his chin as he watches himself uselessly fight against that strangling paw.  Giving in to that deadly embrace as he arches, kicking the floor as he arches and bucks, beginning to squirt his cum onto the toes that molest him.  The direwolf rumbling as he watches the dragon beneath him spasm and cum, pleasured even as he dies.

Van watches his consciousness fade from his grasp.  Hot waves of pleasure and sharp pain rolling through his mind as he watches the room spin.  His last sight the large male atop him, the massive arousal as he strangles and kills him.  Trying to cling to life as the firm, rough pressure upon his throat finally pulls him down to unconsciousness.  Scales dark and puffy, tongue dangling useless from his maw.  His eyes unfocused as everything grows dark.  Just a moment away from death now.

The direwolf shivers as he pulls the dragon to unconsciousness... wiggling his sticky, cum slick paw against the chest of the male beneath him, still clinging to a last bit of life.  He pushes the limp dragon over with a careful push.  Helpless and delicate beneath him as he gets up.  Raising that cum slick paw high as the male's chest begins to rise and fall with weak breaths.  Then he lowers it with a savage strike into the exposed spine of his partner.  The unconscious Van spasms viciously as the delicate bones in his neck crackle.  Then he is still.  Snuffed out by the direwolf's massive weight.  Just a toy for his enjoyment.

And the big fat wolf does get that enjoyment.  Lifting the dead feet of the dragon over as he sits down again.  His knot half swollen, and quickly blooming with the primal knowledge he ended a life.  Pushing those relaxed feet against his knot, fucking the limp paws quickly.  It only takes a few minutes of fucking in front of the camera, his hands squeezing the slick, relaxed soles of the dragon's feet tight to his knot.  Leaning back to howl proudly, proclaiming his pleasure and pride at claiming his latest victim, as he gushes his cum messily upon his chest and belly.  Splattering it up to his cheek as he holds that long, echoing howl for all to hear.

Panting for breath as his climax ends, he leans back and sighs.  Enjoying the sight of the still dragon beneath him.  Scales still dark with asphyxiation.  Neck twisted, subtly but obviously.  Still and limp, and splattered with seed on chest and feet.  Smearing some into that soft carpet as he grins and licks his tusks.  Another enjoyable show.  Perhaps almost a pity he won't get to play with him again.  But there will be others.  Sooner or later, there will be others.


A Clean Death ((ACD))

Red stripped off his clothes slowly, looking around the clean, white tiles of the shower rooms.  His long pink tail flicking as the rat bit his lip, looking for the buff lion who'd asked to meet him here.  Setting them aside he stepped into the shower he had been told to meet at, and leaned back, relaxing his white and brown spotted body against the inner wall to give his best coy pose.  He wondered how long he might have to wait, just about everyone had left for the night, the showers empty and quiet, just a hint of musk and sweat remaining.  

The wait was not too long before the lion arrived.  Already nude, his heavy sheath and dangling balls swaying proudly as he grinned to the posing rat.  Already a hint of red peeked from that tawny furred maleness as he playfully growled to the posing rat.  "Glad to see you could make it, cutie,"  the lion purred, reaching over to rub the fellow male's chest and then belly.  Red shivered in delight at the teasing of claw tips in the rubbing, the lion slipping into the shower to close the door behind him.

The showers themselves were set in a fairly high basin, like a bathtub as well.  Large, heavy tiles giving it a clean, pleasant atmosphere.  Although the hints of binding rings along the side gives ideas of not so clean uses.  Red shivered a little as the slightly older lion dragged his fingers and claws along a throat, before leaning in to bite the tender flesh softly.  The rat shivered and squeaked, claws clattering on the smooth ceramic surface beneath him as he felt himself pushed against the cold touch of the wall behind him.  The large lion grinning widely as he rumbled into his ear, "So, a pretty boy wants to experience everything The Last Gasp club can give..."

A big paw settled on Red's lap, feeling that pink, slim cock slide up against his rough paw pads.  Teasing the tip as the rat whined with pleasure and a tinge of fear.  He'd heard the rumours of dark happenings late at night, and the lion's forwardness made him shiver with eagerness.  Leaning his head back more at the nibbles as he pants, "aaa... yes... I.. I do."  Red hugging himself around the lion's waist as the larger male presses his fat arousal to his own, the two stiff cocks rubbing together to full arousal.

A set of firm nibbles and licks drives Red wild with desire as the lion teases him so nicely.  He had yet to get his name even, just a big, handsome anonymous male to get dirty with.  He licks his lips, panting as their arousals grind and rub, the scent of lust thick in the closed shower now.  Slowly the lion slips back, growling playfully as he helps slip Red forward past him, "now on your knees boy, like a good little slut!"  He gives the rat's firm butt a slap as Red carefully kneels down.  Peering at the binding rings before him as the larger male leans over his exposed butt.  A hot, firm touch teasing his rump as the lion flicks a switch, then turns the water on.  A cold brush of water quickly warming to a hot downpour as the two quietly groan.  Red curiously watching the water pool beneath him.

The hot water was soon pouring through their fur as the lion leaned over the rat.  A steady, smooth push sliding that stiff, pointed cocktip finally into Red's butt with a groan from the smaller rat.  Pawing the growing pool of water as he moans out in pleasure.  Panting in the combined heat of another male and the hot rush of water down his body, jostled with each thrust into his butt.  Listening to the lion rumble with pleasure, as he groans and grunts each time his butt is stuffed.

The lion leans down, nipping and biting the rat's nape as he growls quietly, "so ratty, you do know what these showers are used.. hff... for..."  He grunts as he gives a firm thrust, making Red squeak and gasp.  Red clenches up more, watching the water slowly rise as he remembers stories of breathless encounters he's heard.  Supposedly quite a place for one to lose their breath, quite literally.  And the Binding rings set against the floor definitely begin to reveal that.  A gentle pressing against his body starting to press his nose to the hot water pooling around his hands and knees as he gulps "To... to drown, bad slutty rats like me....?"

A firm, lustful shove of hips and paws announces his correct answer.  Red groaning as he's pushed steadily towards the water, eyes wide as the hot warm kisses his lips, nose.  Clenching his eyes shut to struggle to avoid breathing as his rump is firmly thrust and fucked.  A deep growl above him "oh.. hfff, of course, and... mmmm, gonna see how well, hrrr, you can breath water, boy..."  his paws settling onto the rat's shoulders as he pushes the struggling Red into the  several inches of water.  Turning his head to try to keep his nose above water, so close as his tail begins to lash and feet kick, splashing the hot water all over.  His eyes widen fearfully as he strains tightly.. then is lifted to gasp heavily in the steamy air as the lion growls in delight, "But not yet, I want to hear you begging to drown first."

Red's heart pounded in his chest, his devious fantasy so close to being fulfilled.  His head swimming in lustful fear as he squeezes that stiff flesh buried in him... biting his lip as he feels the heavy male atop his back, the water slowly rising up his knees.  He closes his eyes tight, breathing deeply before he can whimper and shiver, pressing firmly into the lion's rocking hips.  "please... please, claim me like the slut I am..." he whimpers out, feeling those hands press to his shoulders and inch him downward towards the water's deadly kiss.  There's a sharp, stinging bite into his nape as he feels a hand settle on the back of his head "That's right, gonna drown, little slut boy..."

Red takes a last deep breath of his life as the lion growls, then his weight leans over.  Red sinks his cheek to the smooth, heated surface of the shower now, eyes clenched tight as he begins to instinctively struggle.  The lion's hips thrusting slower now, trying to not push himself too quickly now.  He wants to savor the doomed male between his hips now.  Enjoying the flexing around his cock as strong legs jerk and squirm.  One hand on the rat's head, holding him firmly down in the foot or so of water that slowly climbs up the shower wall.  The other between his shoulder blades, to help keep him down as his arms flail and splash the water about.

Red is lost underwater now, the echoing sounds of splashing and thumping limbs against the floor seeming far away.  He clenches his eyes shut as he feels that tingle in his chest, burning for air he'll never breathe.  The hot water beckoning to fill his lungs as he writhes and squirms.  His head swimming with the rush of fear, knowing he's been a bad little slut rut who's gonna get snuffed.  And fearfully loving the thought as he clenches his eyes.  His muscles growing taut as he's rocked against the smooth floor of the shower by the larger predator.  His lungs beginning to burn for that air so needfully as his loins ache with lust.

That burning ache of lust and fear growing quickly... red knowing he won't last long as the water beckons him to try and breath in that warm silkiness.  The steady pulse of prickling heat in his rump growing too much as he begins to thrash helplessly.  His cock soon jerking, twitching as his lungs beg for release.  painting slick, sticky ribbons of white seed into the water as he's held more forcefully down.  eyes widening to watch the water splash and ripple around his struggling body.  The burning of pleasure and pain so incredible.

The hot trembles of climax fade, leaving him with one last burning need.  Finally he can take no more, and his mouth opens to draw that hot water into his lungs.  He coughs, sputters, breathing out his last breath with a spray of bubbles.  The lion atop him leans over more, weight painful and heavy as he kicks.  He breaths in again, another sputter of bubbles.  Then his lungs rise and fall with just water, frantic pulses of the silky warmth.  His head begins to quickly spin as he watches sparkles form in his vision.  No more air as the steady, firm pulse of water grows strangely relaxing.  The aching urge in his lungs fading as he feels himself grow weak.  Vision tunnelling as he grows detached, barely noticing the sharp digging of claws in his side as the lion roars his conquest above the water.  Hot cum pouring into his relaxing butt as he gives a shiver of pleasure.

He gives a final, fearful shudder, as he realizes he's about to die.  But the heat is so relaxing, and the male atop him so heavy.  Everything growing black amid the sparkles of asphyxiation as he flexes, a last sensation of hot cum pouring into his butt, then the sharp tug of spines dragging out of his butt.  The rat's eyes grow vacant as he slumps, satisfied to give pleasure with his dying moments, now just a dead weight between the lion's thighs.  The unnamed lion grinning, feeling the body against him twitch quietly as his brain shuts down.  Holding tight to feel that last flutter of a heartbeat grow still.  Holding his wet, hot toy tight as the water continues to rain down upon them.

The lion opens the drain, letting the water flow down as he turns the shower off.  Pulling the limp, water heavy male into his lap to kiss, grinning and cuddling.  Looks like he will eat very well tonight indeed... and maybe enjoy a limp toy a few more times.  It's going to be a very good night indeed. 

A Cold Heart ((ACH))
 
Death stalked the moonlit roofs of the city, a flick of red fur and black leather.  The young assassin Gilz prowled amongst the garbage that had somehow made it's way to the roof of the towering building.  Taking cover behind a dozen satellite dishes of varying ages he scanned the neon lit jungle beneath him.  He had been challenged by a rival assassin, to do battle amid the rooftops and alleys in the decaying heart of this city.  A light rain began to fall as the young male crouched warily, fingering the dual daggers that had become his trademark over the dangerous first years.  He was just beginning to get a name, and real jobs were starting to trickle in. Ones that could pay a lot.  Such as this one.  It seems someone wants to watch a pair of assassins duel for his pleasure.

A faint splash announced the arrival of his target, and he had to take a moment to blink.  A fox in silver fur with dark blue leather, making an almost mirror image to his own style.  He moved with a grace equal to his own, and Gilz knew this was not going to be easy.  He had never heard of this fellow assassin, and glared in the cold rain.  "So, I suppose you're it, huh?"

The other fox just nodded, flicking out a pair of stiletto knives that may as well have been needles.  Gilz draw his own ornate daggers with a flourish, the two facing down.  He could see his fellow opponent's blades glisten, and a sickly sweet smell wafted from both pairs of blades.  "You!  You use the same weapons as me, who are you?!"  The mirror fox just nodded quietly, sliding his paws into position.  "Just your replacement, you've been a little too independent lately... so you won't mind if I replace you now."

Gilz glowered as he gripped his knives "Don't fuck with me, it's going down now!"  He dashed forward, rain splashing off feet and fur as he drove the two glittering blades forward.  The rashness of his attack threw the mirror Gilz off target, a clash of metal as he blocks desperately, falling towards his back.  Gilz lifted the blades for a quick strike, to find himself several feet away, staring at the glowing neon ads of a blimp floating serenely in the raining night above him.  Kicked across the roof in a blur of fur and muscles.  And likely myomers and metal.  Fuck, he thought, he's probably augmented, this wasn't going to be easy.

A casual twist of his body flipped him back up with a twist, another clatter of sparks as blades kissed dangerously close to both.  A cam drone buzzed and flitted around the building, joined by a half dozen more.  These must be the employer getting his show.  Gilz couldn't take the time to look, staring at his own face in inverse before him as blades rang out a crescendo of death.  Every move and riposte matched with mechanical timing from both.  One small slip is all they need.  Both of their breaths cloud out, panting in the cold night air as the rain grew heavy, pounding on their leather and fur.  The cold barely a hint as Gilz's heart pounded his chest, more alive then he'd ever be.  No metal or mechanical means to make him feel more alive for him.

But it would be this sentimental touch of no 'ware that would do him in.  The Mirror-Gilz dashed forward, slamming into him with a weight much heavier than his body would suggest.  Gilz felt his head crack into one of the many satellite dishes littering the edge, and stars filled his vision.  His heart jerked in his chest as he realized this was it.  And he twisted his head to stare down death as a cold sliver pierced his side, soon heating to a burning throb spreading through his bloodstream.  He hissed and trembled, growling even as he knew he was poisoned.  The silver todd against his back twisting the weapons from his arms, then holding him with a strange tenderness, hissing into his ear "Do you feel it... spreading it's deadly little touch... it's looking for your heart to squeeze, just like all those you killed with that poison before..."

Gilz shuddered, cramping chest and abs driving him weak as the pain made his vision waver.  His breath growing heavy as his heart felt heavy in his chest, stammering away as quick as it could.  That weight upon his back shifting, a sharp bite against his ear "And I get paid double if I can... enjoy you..."  There's a clawing of his hips, ripping his pants down along with a pinch of fur.  A wet heat pressing to his newly exposed rump as Gilz jerked in the iron grasp of his captor.  The sudden heat flooded him, sharp and straining as he screamed to the air.  He could feel a strange heat in his loins, his sheath fat, spilling flesh as he was raped and snuffed.  His eyes closing taut as that painful tinge of his dying heart grow.  Just like his victims...

There was a lewd chorus of slippery thrusts and groaning whimpers from the tow.  The silver fox holding his trophy by the nape in powerful jaws.  Hands holding the others down.  Legs wrapped around his, pounding the steadily weakening body of Gilz.  Gilz felt his heart starting to ache, struggling to keep it's beating as he shuddered.  He knew death had grabbed him now.  Was in fact, fucking him up the ass as he felt that burning weakness within his chest.  He shuddered, a curious warmth and relaxation starting to flow from him.  His arousal jerking against his belly as he felt his victor's steady thrsuts drive pleasure into him even in that deadly embrace.  He wouldn't need to worry, just relax, he only has a few minutes left.... he may as well enjoy them.

The burning heat began to subside as his body began to die.  That hot burning turning to a cool heaviness.  His heart slowing, struggling frantically as the poison shut down it's strength.  His chest heaving to keep enough oxygen in his blood as he was mercilessly jostled.  A knot starting to spread his tailring even as he pawed the ground for strength.  His head slumped forward, to stare at his jerking arousal and the pounding of hips into his own, a weak, quiet groan as he's knotted.  His mind reeling.  Just a minute to go... and the thought of his heart stalling made his own knot begin to throb and swell to his detached amusement.  He lidded his eyes serenely and shuddered, just feeling the delicate throbbing of his heart stopping.

A hot tickle of pleasure, then a shudder rushed through his lap as he felt his heart weaken to a faint tickle.  Beating no longer in rhythm, his mind spinning with the lack of blood he needs.  His cock twitching against his lap as his knotted captor growls in delight.  A hiss as a second pulse of heat fills his relaxing rump.  He slumps, his last sight the buzzing camera inches from his face.   His cock spurting the last of his final orgasm to the rain-slick rooftop as he felt himself be squeezed.  The virile fox atop him howling his own climax proudly even as he dies.

The last thing Gilz feels is that splash of heat in his rump.  Then his heart stops, a cold lead weight in his chest.  For one long moment he could just feel it, dead like him within him.  A strange sensation to feel his chest so still, just a useless rising and fall of lungs struggling to keep his life flowing.  But the fatal embrace of poison was swift once his heart stops.  His eyes glaze over for the camera, a final twitch and dribble of cum... and he was just a toy in the growling and cumming captor's lap.  The argent and azure todd against his butt leaning back, pulling Gilz into his lap to kiss his cheek.  "Don't worry, I'll make sure your name becomes the most well known assassin in history.  You'll see.  I just need to thank you for your donation of identity..."  And he laughed into the cold rain pouring down on him, stealing the loser's body heat quickly against his chest.  His own heart pounding proudly, full of life after claiming another victim.  Everything had gone just as he planned.


An Electrifying Moment ((AEM))
 
A steady procession began as a massive leather clad gargoyle began to lead his victim down the hall. Guiding him towards A massive, wooden chair waiting to embrace a new victim in it's electric embrace. The gargoyle's dark heavy scales and strong muscles rippling with his power. His loincloth lewdly hinted with his heavy sheath as his tail lashes behind him, only leaving his rump half covered. The avian looking male looking back to the whimpering hyena whose collar he pulls upon. The victim's arousal starting to lift as he realizes his time is not long in this world.
 
Sid couldn't believe himself as he trembled. he was gonna be strapped down into an electric chair in only a few minutes. A massive, handsome executioner to send him to that next world as he gulped, looking over the ornate chair he'd expire in. The wood dark, metal stained from those who had ridden the lightning before him. A slim, dark metal probe on the seat making him shiver and squirm, realizing quite where the ground would be placed. His breath panting now, heart pounding in his chest as he tries to savor his last minutes of life with a handsome male.
 
The gargoyle pulls Sid close, big leathery wings pulling the smaller hyena close. A low rumble as he grins, feeling a stiffness against his hip. His own lewd erection tenting his loincloth as he leers at the slim male in his grasp. "Time's up boy, it's your turn to ride the lightning..." He growls, and turns, slowly revealing the heavy chair for the victim's examination. Leaning over to begin to prepare the chair for the next showing. Sid's heart trembled in fearful anticipation as he watched, wondering how he'll feel when that powerful electricity takes him away.
 
The executioner began to smear something metallic and thick along the stiff metal ground, the dildo all that more obscene with it's use. A massive wire leading the ground safely away. Above the crown awaits, huge wires leading to the generator behind the wall. Already it rumbles low with ready power, ready to turn to full strength and steal another life away. Sid can do little but fidget as the chair's bindings are opened for him, soon a gentle nudging urging him to take a final seat.
 
He yips softly at that cold goo kissing his nude rump.. then squirms, and huffs in a deep breath as he sinks down into the cold embrace. His body heat slowly warming as he settles into the too large chair. Feeling so small now as he shifts and squirms. The massive wooden chair almost too big, designed to claim the life of those much larger then him as well. He bites his lip, leaning back to look up at the ominous crown, the wide metal contacts to kiss his skull and press that deadly electricity through him. His cock oozing pre already as he whimpers.
 
The big, strong hands of the gargoyle grasp Sid's wrists, leading them into the thick metal cuffs that await him. A cold, pinching grasp clasping down, locking securely onto his left hand. He spreads the fingers of his right hand as he whimpers. Then the clicking lock secures him. Dooming him now as he squirms on that broad toy up his rump. No more escape as he bites his lip, watching the erection before him bob and tease under that heavy leather cloth. His life in that predator's hands as he watches the strong gargoyle lean down, his dark eyes content and looking pleased at his work.
 
A sharp pinching tug spreads his legs. The gargoyle's long fingers securing the cuffs pinching tight around ankles. Showing off the hyena's erection upon that too large chair as he groans softly. He knows this is it now, trapped on that ornate death trap. Leaning back as he begins to pant, heart racing now as the dizzying knowledge of his death makes him shudder. He watches the gargoyle slip behind him. A leather strap working around his chest, tugging him securely into the chair as he fights to relax. Savor his execution as much he can, his life in the hands of the handsome gargoyle now.
 
There's a shifting tug of something, and a dark leather hood is drawn forward. Pressing to Sid's muzzle and covering his eyes, leaving his head exposed as it pulls his head to the back of the chair. Securing his head down and leaving him in musty darkness. The stained fabric stinking of so many other males of all types that have gone before him. He whimpers helplessly now, shivering and yelping as he hears a buzzing above him. Then a cold touch of vibrating metal. Shearing his headfur on each side of his head, so the cold, deadly metal can press directly to his head. He tenses his eyes closed, clenching down on the warm toy now as he pants, long deep breaths while he's prepared.
 
The buzzing stops with a ring of skin exposed, from forehead and sides of ears. There's a quiet creaking above him. A splash of something wet. Head held firmly down to keep from moving as he wonders what is to come. Then a cold, wet kiss upon the exposed pink skin of his. The deadly crown being adjusted. Creaking a little as the ring of padded, moistened metal contacts is adjusted to match his bare skin. Pushing slickly down onto his skin, cold and harsh as a strap is slipped under his chin. Holding it firmly, heavily, the deadly device ready to take his life. He tries to picture himself, legs spread, cock oozing pre. Big crown as he sits proudly as he can in the electric chair. Massive wires ready to pulse death into his brain as his tail lashed nervously. He shivers, a gentle tug against his tailbase to lift and bind it against the back of the chair, to keep it from getting in the way of the show now.
 
Sid bites his lip underneath that hood, his identity lost in dark leather and the metal crown. Just another poor male about to ride the lightning. His muscles squirm and ripple, unable to move in the sharp pinching grasp of metal and leather. His chest fighting the strap to rise and fall. nothing to hear as the gargoyle waits patiently, drawing out that fear in the hyena. A quiet rumbling starting to be heard as the quiet clicks of his talons walks to the controls. Sid alone to await death as patiently as he can. He doesn't have much choice otherwise, breathing his last breaths of life as quickly as he can.
 
Finally there's a low buzzing behind him. His body tenses, fearful of that electric embrace he's soon to receive. He clenches his eyes shut as the sound grows louder and louder, vibrating behind him. Filling his hearing with it's ominous hum as he clenches toes and wrists. Waiting for the sharp pulse of hot death to steal his life. Instead there's a hot pinch in his rump. A yelp muffled from him as he clenches down. And then a hot buzzing fills his loins, a burst of pleasure making him see stars. His cock jerks, cumming helplessly as that thick probe begins to tingle with delicate caresses of electricity. Milking him to the amusement of the gargoyle's rumble. Cocktip twitching, gushing steadily, helplessly out of his control as his butt flexes and grinds with each hot kiss of power. A low, whining whimper at the painful pleasure that drags though his lap.
 
That hot pulse rushes back and forth, making him thrust painfully in his bindings. His balls aching as his rump feels that heat growing from the electric touch. Gritting his teeth as his twitching cock spurts less and less. Soon thin, dribbling spurts, oozing messily down his cock and lap as he's steadily milked dry. And soon realizing once he's fully emptied... he hisses and clenches down, whining in fear as he feels his cocktip starting to twitch with less and less cum and precum. Knowing once he has nothing left to give but his life...
 
He clamps his hips down, fingers white on the wood as the electricity grows hotter, a last trickle. Then a dry twitching as he whines long and fearful. His life at an end now as he awaits the gargoyle to take him away. He closes his eyes tightly, every muscle grows rigid in fear and anticipation. The whining of the generator making his ears ache in loudness. The tingling heat in his lap ends as the ground is readied. He takes a deep breath, chest rising.
 
Then whiteness engulfs him as the electricity pours through his brain. His body spasms and jerks as heat fills his being. He can do nothing but ride that electricity, body no longer his as every muscles clenches down painfully. His breath pressed out as his back arches under the deadly grasp. He can feel himself, detached, dying under that burning power as everything fades. Helpless as the electricity bores through his mind, and soon everything grows black, his last thought the strange scent of his body cooking from the inside.
 
The hyena's taut body is rigid in the electrical pulse of death. Unable to move or react as his life is snuffed cruelly out from him. A crackle of sparks from his rump as some of that cum trickles down the ground. His body beginning to steam in the cold room, cooking under the resistance of that electricity flowing through him. Seizing his heart, frying his mind. A long minute of burning power before the generator whines down. The hyena slumps, heavy and still. His chest no longer rises with life. Steam rising from rump and skull, a hint of singed flesh strong on the air. No hints of life left as the gargoyle rumbles his approval. He's sure others will enjoy the sight of another execution well ran.
 
He takes a moment to admire the limp male. Hot cum still all over his lap. His overworked arousal finally growing flaccid as he gets rest in death. The slump of that muzzle, faint in the bindings that hold him, still proud. The hints of steam and heat as he slowly cools, still burning hot. His scent of cooked flesh making the gargoyle rumble with hunger. Perhaps he'll sate his hunger upon the dead male. And with a fingering of his arousal beneath that heavy loincloth. He ponders sating other needs as well. Perhaps he'll record those uses as well, he's certain there will be many who would love to watch him feast...
    

A Girly Predicament  ((AGP))

Onyx peered shyly into the lobby of the ominously named The Last Gasp club.  The decoration of the front meeting area in old west theme.  Plenty of wood and brass, gas lights giving a warm appeal as well as keeping the room intimate and dim.  A smell of barbecue wafting from the kitchen, few around at the current time.  He knew he was looking for a wild dog named Russel who was to be his playmate today.  But little else of how this worked.  The noose emblem and decorations that gave the club it's name making him perhaps a touch nervous as well, uncertain how far he will go.

A head decorated in a riot of brown, white and black splotches peeked into the gathering room.  The rest soon following, the wild dog strong and wirey to the slender lion, although an inch or two shorter.  Dressed in Black leather that clung to his rippling muscles.  A Tight cod piece and chaps, leather vest showing off piercings.  Spiked ankle and wrist blankets, and a piercing pair of blue eyes above the grinning male.  Onyx realized this must be the playmate he was to be with with a gulp, the bulkier dog grinning "So, you're Onyx then... Right this way, and feel free to call me Russell."

And with a flick of soft tail against the lion's lap the strong male lead his new playmate into the halls.  Onyx didn't get long to peek to the other rooms, arriving at the first abruptly.  A plain wooden hallway and hardwood floors, simple black door giving little idea of what is to follow.  The sight inside (as well as the firm, muscular rump of the host) was quite inspiring though, Onyx shyly slipping in to look around.

The room was set as a Victorian age hotel bedroom, decorated with lace and silk.  A magnificent four post bed covered in thick blankets sitting in one corner.  While in the center of the room a heavy wooden chair, cushioned with large pillows and looking quite comfy.  And perhaps secure, hints of it's use in bondage upon the wooden legs and arms.  The lion lashing his long tail excitedly as Russel pressed his leather clad body to his back "So, if I recall, you wanted to be a sissy lioness in peril..."

Onyx nodded shyly, a little shiver and moan as he felt those strong hands slide up under his Tshirt, the dog whispering into his ear "Shall we get you dressed then?"  His big hands pulling the shirt from the lion, revealing his smooth, slender chest and belly.  A finger tracing the lion's belly button, tickling into the hem of his low pants as Russell grinned at Onyx's blush.

Onyx squirmed softly as fingers traced his belt buckle, opening it while he bit his lip.  He turned to his playmate, fidgeting his toes in the carpet "Mmm, would you, let me slip that codpiece down, so I can see how much you're enjoying this too?"  The wild dog grinning as he nipped Onyx's ears, giving that bulging leather a teasing rub to the lion's hips.  

Russell's hands unzipped the lion's pants, revealing the tented arousal straining his underwear.  A soft bite upon Onyx's neck making him moan loudly as fingers traced and cupped, feeling the girth of his arousal.  Russell whispering to Onyx's ear "For you, of course I'll let you."

Russell's foot gingerly pushes the pants from Onyx's ankles, leaving him clad only in heavily tented underwear.  Leaning back as he guides the lion's slender fingers to the clasps holding the tight, bulging leather that covers him.  Leaving little to the imagination already as Onyx feels his heart racing with desire, freeing the thick, pink canid penis from Russell's tight clothing.  Helping unclasp each side to remove that sleek leather, leaving him in chaps and vest, arousal stiff and slick to the air.  With a firm, lustful tug onyx's own crimson flesh is revealed, white cloth slid down to leave him nude.

Of course, he wasn't to be nude for long, the powerful wild dog pulling his new partner close to lick and kiss eartips.  "gonna be a very pretty lioness now..."  He grins, watching the slender male writhe softly.  He turned, bare rump flexing, leaning over to show off his heavy, dangling balls as he gathered the outfit.  Laying out silky stockings and full arm gloves, garters and panties, and a corset with padding to give the illusion of cleavage.  Onyx shivered at the sight of all the pink and ivory lace, silk and elastic, flushing as a long, blond wig was even added to the mix.

Russell sat on the bed besides the squirming lion, grinning to him as he opened the first stocking.  "In we go..."  guiding the sheer silk up the lion's slender calves and thighs.  The garters limp and waiting to be secured as he runs his paw down the strong leg to smooth it out.  Watching that feline cock twitch as Onyx shivers in lust at being dressed up.  The stocking covering his feet as he wiggled his toes in the silk.  Soon the second stocking being guided with careful, firm hands, leaving the lion's legs white and smooth, pink garter and lace hem.  The wild dog grinning wider as he holds up a pair of panties for the lion guy, watching him slide them up silk clad thighs.  Clasping the garter belt on to keep those stockings snug, as Onyx's arousal kept the pink laced panties very stiff, already slick along the front with precum.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself, so nice to have an enthusiastic playmate."  The leather clad dog winking as he helps smooth and guide the fingerless lace gloves on.  Casting Onyx's arms in that similar, sleek silk as the lion blushed down at his panties as they quickly grow damp against his leaking cocktip.  His tail lashing softly as he leaned in, shyly kissing Russel's cheek as he guided the wrinkles from his arm covering.  "Th.. thanks, these fit incredible..."  The lion blushed pink in ears, matching the lace and hems of his outfit as he looked himself over.  A wider grin as a pink strapped corset was brought up, fitted to an already slender belly.  The long, pink lacing grasped firmly in the wild dog's hands, and a steady pull makes Onyx gasp for breath.

His heart races as he peers down, the soft, furry padding of the corset giving him the illusion of a small but shapely pair of breasts.  The lacing intricately looped and tied, incredibly tight, making Onyx breathe heavily under it's embrace.  Though he would be panting anyways as he turned and shivered, a flush as the soft, smooth curly blond wig was settled.  Clipping to his ears and gently grasping his head, hidden supports to make it look natural.  He beamed as he looked in the body mirror, turning and posing.  If it wasn't for the erection between his legs that felt like it was going to explode, he'd look like a slightly under built, boyish girl.  Russell just grinned proudly, a master at work to fulfill fantasies... "and I believe you were to be trapped in that chair over there, if you could settle your pretty butt into it."  

He gives the prancing lion boy a slap on a silk clad rump as Onyx settles in.  Pressing ankles to the legs and wrists to the supports as he watches the buff, strong male pull leather straps over his wrists.  A pinch of metal and leather on silk and fur, making him wince softly.  Already his fingers began to tingle as he curled his toes, the second wrist strapped down with practiced ease.  He tugged and pulled, slender arms rippling useless to the taut straps, feeling the first harsh pinch of leather upon his ankles.  He gasps, grunting softly as the wild dog moved with a graceful ease, experienced in getting his play mates secure before they get second thoughts.  Onyx shivering as he squirms and wriggles, bound securely to the massively heavy chair.  Russell leaning in to kiss the lion abruptly, a hand rubbing his padded chest  "You're going to be a lot of fun... mmm... poor little lioness in peril.  I wonder if anyone will save you though..."

Onyx squirmed and flushed, gasping as a hand slid down to cup his snugly held ballsac.  His tail lashing against the chair as he huffs in breath, the wild dog's breath hot against his nose.  "mmmph, um... oh, hrrr...   oh no!  I've been trapped, help, anyone"  he half mumbles out, distracted from his role playing by the other talented uses the wild dog could put his fingers too.  He tried to flex, spread his legs, ending up awkwardly wiggling back and forth in his seat.  Russell biting his neck gently as he growls "And I know what other fantasies you want... tight plastic and breathless lungs, wrapped about that pretty muzzle..."

Onyx's eyes widened.  He didn't recall placing that on the request form for some play.  He looked down to Russell's free paw and yelped as he saw him opening a large plastic bag.  The clear plastic rustling as he jerked his bound wrists.  "No no no, wait, I didn't si *mmf!*"  The plastic slid over his nose and muzzle, firmly pulled down to cling against his lips and nose.  He tried to suck in a breath, the thick, strong film clinging to his lips, making his lungs ache already.  With that practiced ease a ribbon slides around his throat, a paw roughly jerking his head back and open to expose it more.  Onyx's eyes water in the painful grasp and airless pinch of plastic around his mouthing lips.  The pink ribbon gaily holding the deadly plastic as he ties a simple, ornate bow in the pink ribbon.

Onyx feels his heart pounding in his chest, thrashing his head as he's let go abruptly.  His eyes watering with fear and pain, listening to the steady crinkling tug and puff of the tight plastic.  Each breath growing more hot, heavy, unsatisfying as he drags in his used air again and again.  The plastic fogging up around his lips as he shakes his head, long blond hair swinging back and forth from beneath the binding ribbon.  Pinched taut to his neck as he stares at the mirror before him.  His eyes wide.  His lips gaping open.  Tongue pressing against the flexing plastic, finding no relief.  His cock aching in his loins.  A helpless little toy of a lion now, as he always dreamed.  Though he never thought that fantasy would be fulfilled, his head pounding with his racing pulse as his body reacted to the airless world he was placed in.

His view of his darkening lips came to an end as Russel leaned over the frantic lion.  Nestling his hot body atop Onyx's straining, fighting form, a hand grinding and stroking the lion's pulsing arousal.  feeling how incredibly stiff he had gotten as he mouthed desperately for air.  Pressing his lips to the bound lips to feel that urgent puffing of breath, back and forth against the dying male's mouth and nose.  Tears forming in Onyx's eyes as his lungs burned, along with his loins.  An incredible hot pleasure pulsing in his lap as he realized he was just a toy, a toy that was likely soon to be broken.

Muffled he whimpers and yelps, crying for help as he's molested and held.  His vision growing dizzy, the world spinning.  His wrists and ankles aching and bruised.  The stockier male grasping the wet silk that cling to his cock, pumping it as he shuddered.  Realizing he was likely going to die as he breathed in that lifeless air.  Feeling the burning in his lungs growing to a dizzy, heavy weight.  His tongue all heavy and lips purple as they're kissed.  Russell loving the feel of another male beneath him when he realizes the truth of his situation.  Especially as it often leads to pretty boys like Onyx lidding their eyes, tossing their head back in a loud, pitiful whine of pleasure, fear and submission.  The cock beneath his fingers jerking, spilling cum into the silky panties to ooze through as he holds his other paw firmly to Onyx's chest, leaning in to whisper to plastic bound ears.

"mmmm, time's up pretty boy... but you're gonna be so sexy, limp and dead, panties around your thighs as we all fuck your corpse silly... and I bet you'll even be tasty in the end."  Russell bites and growls between words, pinching the dying lion's neck as he shudders in climax.  Feeling that hot, fading pleasure drawing him down towards the darkness of death.  Hs body growing heavy, relaxed, feeling his consciousness seem to slide away.  Watching as if another person in the room as his ballsac is ruthlessly squeezed, a faint tinge of pain.  The rough tug of fangs cutting sharp little cuts against his delicate neck felt barely, like a sharp sting of a tack.  Some of that red blood beading up, staining that ribbon darkly as he gazes into the mirror.  Watching his eyes fade as the world grows dark and serene, the pain leaving him with his life.

Russel growls as he feels the pretty male go slack.  Leaning his head in to kiss deeply against the plastic wrapped lips.  All dark and fat and hot against his own, feeling the faint puffing of breaths beneath it.  His hand pushing against the lion's padded corset.  Feeling the faint tremble of a heart beat, a rapid staccato of beats losing their rhythm.  Another puff of breath, the rhythm fades.  The plastic clings back to lips as that heartbeat trails a few last twitches.  And there's no breath outward, no more beating heart.  The lion dead in his embrace, kissing the corpse still as he growls.  He still had a promise to fulfill.  

Unclasping those leather straps he tosses the cross-dressing corpse easily onto the bed.  Pulling those white and pink laced panties, all dripping and stained with cum down to the lion boy's thighs.  Garter belt holding it up as his pink arousal droops and dangles, stiff in death as he begins to settle.  The wild dog's knot is already half swollen as he bites firmly to his toy's scruff, just beneath that ribbon.  The long curly hair in his mouth enticing as he slams his cock into the dead lion's ass.  A lewd squelching beginning as he fucks him.  Still tight, and nice and relaxed.  And oh so hot with the heat of life.  He doesn't take long, a frantic thrusting of hips and he arches, yipping and yowling with climax.  His knot grinding into that limp ring of flesh as he pours his ample cum into that still warm flesh.  Tugging back at the end to paint the last, sticky ribbons of cum all over his tailbase and butt.

He pants and shivers... leaning back to admire the mess.  The limp tail half covering the cum oozing from that relaxed pucker.  The cum dripping down his own lap, oozing along thigh sand dribbling through the silk panties hanging from his thighs.  His head still wrapped in plastic.  Tongue obscene and dark, cheeks hinted purple, lips blue.  Eyes gazing blankly at the wall.  No life left in him, but plenty of uses as a toy.  He gets up, leaving his codpiece off to let his cock flop and dribble cum onto the carpet.  Gathering up a sign to place on the entrance to the play room and hallway.  One free lion boi toy, get him while he's still hot.  And in the end, he sees plenty of use.


