The Demonstration

"FUCK!  Fuck fuck fuck, who the hell let you try to run this scene?!," The Kirin's rage echoed in the shabby room.  Before him a pair of mice guys on camera shake, but try to keep the camera steady.  While in front of him a red dog was bound awkwardly, quite aroused, as a fat boar stumbles in his attempts to fit a tight, black latex mask around his head.  For the last five minutes.  The canid bound to the chair trying his best to help with his asphyxiation masking, but the boar just seemed to fail even more with that.

"Er, um, you boss..."  The boar cuts off, realizing that would be a bad mistake a word or two after the fact.  The Kirin just ROARS in annoyance, making even the fat boar stagger back.  The red dog folding his ears down and whimpering as the Kirin's hooves stomp over to him.  The bigger male grabbing the black hood from the boar before he can react.

"GET THAT FUCKETY CAMERA FUCKING ROLLING FUCK NOW!" The Kirin's bellow makes the glass shake.  The two mice nearly drop the camera as they turn it back on, centering the red dog as he watches with wide eyes as the Kirin approached him with the hood.  "This is how you fucking hood someone, so watch closely before I demonstrate on you next!"

The red dog squirmed in his bound state, erection perking again as the hood is stretched wide before his face.  He whimpered in the ballgag, then all he can do is go 'MMMPH!'.  The black latex is stretched tightly over his head, pulled down with a firm, practiced motion by the big draconic deer.  The doomed canid tosses his head, but soon the black rubber *snaps* shut around his neck.  The rubber picks up every detail, from the small puffs of his nose trying to breath and getting nothing but slick latex, to the contours of lips and even the strap around his muzzle for the gag.  His ears folded down permanently under the tightness of the rubber hood as his head tossed and turned in the darkness.

There's the loud stomping of the Kirin as he steps out of frame, GLARING at the boar the whole time.  And then the room grew silent.  Only the quiet creaking of latex, and the clatter of a male struggling in his chair, rocking it slightly from time to time.  His tail wagged rapidly as his arousal oozed pre, but the tense ripple of muscles and tossing of his head revealed the discomfort of asphyxiation.  His body jerking in the chair as his bound form strained for breath under taut rubber.

The creaking of struggles grows steady, a little rhythmic dirge for the doomed canid.  His knot begins to bloom even as he thrashes uselessly.  The room hushed now, watching him fight for his life for the camera.  Everyone was quite aroused by now, though only the boar decided to fondle himself directly.  The unnamed victim jerked and tugged at the ropes on his arms and legs, but this only made the chair creak in complaint.  The chair had been secured down so he can't topple it and ruin the show.  He only has one cut for his scene.  A faint whimpering heard under the fur-tight mask, strained from the lack of air.

His jerking becomes a desperate sudden thrashing, rolling and shifting uselessly against the bindings around arms, legs and chest.  His arousal jerked a few times, then finally a gush of cum splashed forth all over his belly.  Ab muscles taut as he whined, quietly heard with each gush of seed he messily squirted onto his lap and chest.  His chest struggled to rise and fall as his head begins to slump.  Obviously more desperate even as he succumbed to his lack of air.  His tail's once frantic wagging slowed to a weak twitching behind him.  Announcing his slow and steady death for the camera.

The camera recorded every detail as the red dog's head slumped forward.  A small bulge of drool in the front of the latex mask on his muzzle.  His tail became limp, aside from a few twitches.  His chest could faintly be seen, struggling to rise the last few times of his life.  His toes twitch and wiggle a few more times reflexively as his muscles expire.  And finally he stops moving completely.  The camera recording his newly dead body for a few long, quiet minutes... aside from the slick sounds of a masturbating and panting boar in the far background.

The Kirin admires the show's ending, and gives the not so quietly moaning boar another glare.  Perhaps he'll need to find a new assistant soon.  But he knew he wouldn't have to look far for the next star.