"Hi, this is the delivery. I'll be there in five minutes." "What do you mean, five minutes? You have to be here at exactly four! I paid extra for on-time delivery!" "The website says it's on time, plus or minus fifteen minutes. I'm ten minutes early. What's the problem?" "I told the manager I needed it at exactly four o'clock, and she said it would be at exactly four!" "Look, I have a lot of deliveries to make today, I can't wait just because of you. I can reschedule for tomorrow if you want." "No! All right. All right. Come over." A short and skinny fox called Robert, dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, pressed the red button with all his might, thinking for a second that he could break the phone. After standing there for a minute, not sure what to do, Rob dialed the number he had memorized. "Hey, it's me," the fox waited for a short pause in case his partner answered, although he knew how unlikely that was, "Fuck, the guy's coming a little earlier than we agreed. Please hurry. And please, I beg you, let me play alone, it's very personal. Then I'll do whatever you want. Any desire." After a few seconds of awkward silence, the fox ended the call. He knew his partner had heard everything, but would he arrive in time? And would he arrive at all? Why was it so difficult to at least answer 'yes' or 'no'? The fox anxiously twirled the phone in his hand, thinking about what he would do if his partner abandoned him, but now that the plan was in motion, there was no turning back. The van arrived eight minutes and fifty-six seconds ahead of schedule - the fox literally watched the seconds tick away on his watch as he nervously glanced out the window, waiting for his target to come. A large bull terrier, wearing a green T-shirt with the company logo in the shape of a yellow arrow, stepped out of the car and the fox's heart leapt. It was him. The one that had made Robert hate all dogs. The male had changed a lot since the last time they'd seen each other in college - a little taller and much more muscular, but the fox remembered the white face with the large black spot around the right eye. The loud doorbell made Rob jump, but instead of going to his victim, the fox fell silent. A few seconds later, the bell rang again, then again, and after the courier started pounding on the door with his fist. The fox couldn't hide any longer. "Coming," Rob lied and started stomping loudly, not moving towards the door. A few seconds later the doorbell rang again. "Listen, I can't wait all day! Take the package or I'll just leave!" Seeing no other option, the fox went to the door, opened it slowly and took a good look at his enemy. Either the company hadn't expected such a large worker, or the delivery man himself had asked for clothes a size smaller than he needed to show off his physique, but the green t-shirt was tight around his chest and abs, and the short sleeves threatened to tear under every strain of his pumped-up biceps. The dog's face showed irritation - he wanted to hand over the small black box he was holding, take the money and leave as quickly as possible, but he had run into another problem customer. Looking at the bull terrier's angry face, the fox remembered how the dog had bullied him back in college, taking advantage of the fact that he was already the tallest guy in the class, but now he had to concentrate to keep his whole plan from going to waste. "Oh, wow, Zack, it's you!" the fox acted as realistically surprised as he could. Of course, Rob had planned everything: he'd found out where the dog worked, he'd found out which addresses and days he delivered orders to, he'd found a house in the neighborhood, and he'd placed an order with the shop at the right time, and everything had worked out almost exactly as he'd wanted it to. "Yes, it's me," Zack recognized the fox clearly, but it didn't arouse any emotions in him, "you're making me wait, take the box, pay and I'll finally leave." "Oh, right! I forgot the money! I'm sorry! I'll bring it right away!" the fox lied again and slipped back inside, closing the door behind him. Remembering that Rob had never been able to resist, the dog entered the house without permission, even though it was against the law and the rules of the delivery service, and saw that the red male was just standing there, not even trying to look for the promised payment. "Hey!" the fox tried to get indignant, but was silenced when the dog growled and showed his teeth. "All right, faggot, what's going on?" Faggot. The very nickname the fox hated so much. As a gay, especially as a bottom, he'd heard the word countless times, but it was Zack who'd been the first. Rob had always been afraid to answer him, agreeing with the insult, unable to argue with a guy who was noticeably bigger and stronger than him, but now that he was once again cornered by this insolent dog, a wild rage awoke in him. "What is going on? You ask me, what's going on?" Something seemed to have changed in the fox. Without knowing why, instead of solving the problem as usual - kneeling down and taking another man's cock in his mouth - the fox managed to get really angry. "I fucking told you to come at exactly four!" Rob looked into his attacker's eyes and started poking his finger into the broad chest. "And you can't wait ten fucking minutes!" Not expecting such an abrupt role reversal, Zack began to back away slowly toward the exit, a mixture of surprise and consternation on his face, which only spurred the fox on. "I'm calling the manager and you're fucking fired!" The bull terrier continued to back away and stepped outside, still clutching the black box. "Just like you were a fucking useless cunt who couldn't do simple math, you still are! It was fucking obvious to everyone that you'd never fucking achieve anything! How the fuck did they get you in delivery?! You should have come when that round thing on your hand had a four and two zeros on it. Fuck, you're finally here!" Stunned, Zack didn't even notice that the last words weren't directed at him, and only realized that something was wrong when someone's strong arms were wrapped around his neck in a chokehold. The snow leopard, dressed only in black shorts with red stripes, was quite large and strong, much like the dog he was holding, except that the relief of his muscles was hidden beneath soft, thick fur. The fight between the two large males could have been an incredibly beautiful and exciting show for the fox, but Zack, normally so bold and brazen, had not expected such a turn of events and was confused. The dog tried to grab the hand holding his neck and pull it away, kicking his legs at random, but nothing could stop the snow leopard. In turn, the snow leopard, calm and focused, without releasing his hands, began to push his victim back inside the house so as not to attract the attention of casual passersby. It was only in the hallway that the dog fully realized what was happening and tried to call for help, but he could only mumble something unintelligible and within seconds he began to lose consciousness in the snow leopard's grip. Zack woke up lying on the bed. "Wakey-wakey! There's no time to sleep!" an annoyingly cheerful voice rang in the dog's ear, followed by several slaps on his cheeks. Zack slowly opened his eyes, not quite realizing what was happening. For some reason, he was completely naked, lying on a white sheet. His wrists and ankles were handcuffed to the four corners of the bed, and directly above him hovered a familiar fox, who had also undressed and for some reason was smiling rather contentedly. Rob was noticeably smaller than Zack, much thinner, with a faint relief of underdeveloped muscles - normally the dog would be able to throw the red man off his body easily, but the restraints left him little freedom. "What's going on here? Why am I naked? Why are you naked?" Zack began to pepper the fox with questions, not fully recovered and unaware of the danger he was in. "It doesn't matter," the fox playfully touched his finger to the bull terrier's nose, then dismounted and lay down beside him, resting his head on the strong arm, one red paw on the muscular belly, and in the other he took the phone and began to scroll through it. "What's important is what we're going to do next." "And what we're going to..." Zack started to ask, but immediately noticed that the fox was holding his phone, and for some reason that immediately took first place in the ranking of his problems, "Hey, it's mine!" "I know, I just unlocked it. By the way, you should have paid more attention to digital security," the fox's voice was full of irony, and he began caressing his captive's stomach and chest with his free hand, as if trying to calm his victim, while keeping his eyes on the smartphone screen. When the dog finally began to remember what had just happened and put the pieces of the puzzle together, he became angry again. The white male tensed his entire body in an attempt to break free, his pumped-up muscles bulging under the fox's palm, but the only result was the clanking metal of the handcuffs holding him down and the grin of his captor. "It's no use, I've calculated everything. But even if you manage to free an arm or a leg, don't forget him," the fox nodded to the snow leopard. The dog followed his gaze in that direction and came upon a male he had never seen before. The massive cat, covered in thick white fur with black spots, was as undressed as the others in the room. Sitting on a chair, he spread his legs wide and slowly stroked his cock, staring intently into the dog's eyes with a kind of frighteningly blank, expressionless stare. "Hey, listen," the dog changed tactics, realizing he couldn't get out by force, "is this about college? I was just kidding." "Were you? When you took naked pics of me in the bathroom after you made me take my clothes off?" Surprisingly, there was no resentment or anger in the fox's voice. Now that the power was on his side, he was just mocking someone he had feared for years. "It was just pics! Come on! I deleted them immediately!" The fox sighed heavily, as if disappointed by the answer, and then turned the screen of the phone so that Zack could see it and opened one of the pictures he was talking about, "You're still chatting with all the dicks from your team and the cheerleading cunts." "Hey... I forgot..." the dog continued to make ridiculous excuses, "Look... I'm sorry, okay? What do you want me to do? Just let me go. I won't tell anyone." "It's okay, don't worry," the fox patted his victim's muscular stomach, then put the phone down, approached the dog's face and licked the cheek before Zack could react and pull away, "Do you want to know what you just delivered?" Zack knew that those black packages with minimal writing usually contained adult items, and he didn't want to know what exactly was inside, but the fox had already turned away and reached for the bedside table, picking up the box and a small knife. The dog got even more worried when he saw the blade in the vulpine hand, but the fox didn't intend to cut anything but the box. For now. After a few seconds of deft movements with the knife, Rob had two devices in his hand, the purpose of which the dog did not understand at first: a small metal cage with a lock, shaped like a dangling penis, and a black rubber or silicone thing that looked like a strange mushroom. "It's all for you," the fox beamed, as if he was showing his boyfriend a present for their anniversary or Valentine's Day, "do you want to try it?" "No!" Whatever the strange devices were, Zack definitely didn't want to try them on himself, but that didn't stop Rob. Getting up from the bed, the fox walked around the prisoner and climbed back onto the mattress, kneeling between his victim's legs and bringing the cage up to the rather large still soft cock. "No! No! No!" As soon as the dog felt the coldness of the metal on the head of his dick, he began to kick like crazy again, but was still unable to free himself. The fox waited a few seconds, watching the huge quadriceps on the dog's legs tense helplessly as they tried to cope with the restraints, and then, to calm the dog, he brought his hand up, aimed at the balls that were swaying from the chaotic movements, and struck them with all his might with the palm of his hand. The dog's eyes widened, a howl of pain escaped his mouth, but he stopped twitching and in a few quick moves of his nimble red fingers, Rob slid the cage over the dangling cock, fastened the ring around the base of the scrotum, snapped the lock, turned the key, pulled it out and showed it to Zack. "Well, you see, it's no big deal. There's something else coming. You'll like it." Next, the fox took the anal plug, poured the contents of a small packet onto it - fortunately for the dog, the store had included a sample with a single serving of lube - and stuck it up the dog's ass. Still feeling the pain from the previous blow, the dog tried not to resist and only reflexively squeezed his butt, but enough lubricant and a little force allowed the toy to overcome this barrier. The bull terrier whimpered pitifully - he had never thought of doing this with a toy, or other males, but surprisingly, the end of his anal virginity was not painful, only a little discomfort and severe humiliation. "Try to relax," the fox sounded frighteningly friendly, reassuring his victim, "you'll like it, trust me. Now let's get to the fun part." Rob picked up his prisoner's smartphone again, turned on the camera, and pointed it at the locked dick, trying to get the angle as if the dog was taking a picture of himself. "Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing?" For some reason, having the camera pointed at his genitals made the dog even more anxious and, forgetting the pain, he began to twitch again. There was another audible slap on the canine balls to remind the dog of his place, followed immediately by the click of the camera. Then the fox pointed the phone lower to show the protruding part of the anal plug, clicked the camera button again, looked at the photo on the screen, and nodded as if approving his own actions. Then, without getting up from the bed, he went back to his original spot on his knees and lay down next to the dog again, resting his head on Zack's hand and pressing his body against the bull terrier. "Who is Joy? Is that a name?" the fox asked curiously, showing his captive his phone screen again, which showed notifications of new messages. "It's... no, that's what I call her. That's my girlfriend." "Hmm..." the fox thought for a second, "I wanted to play alone, but this will be even more fun. Look what I have... No. Look what you have." Rob opened the app he'd installed while the dog was unconscious and pressed the big plus button. A picture of the device inside the dog appeared on the screen, the fox clicked on it, added it to the list of devices, and then clicked the "Share" button. The message "Link copied to clipboard. Send it to your partner for remote control." appeared, the fox switched to chat with Joy, sent the link there, and started typing. Joy: What is it? Zack: I bought something here Zack: Wanna play? :P "No, don't do that, please," Zack begged when he saw what was happening on his phone screen. "Nope," the fox replied confidently, dropping the two pictures he had just taken into the chat. Joy: Wow Joy: I didn't know you were into that Zack: It's my first time Zack: So start slow ;) Joy: Ok Joy: =) After a few seconds the dog felt a slight vibration and unexpectedly it was quite pleasant. "That's what prostate is for," the fox patted his victim's belly again in a friendly way and opened the chat where he had found his own pictures from college a little earlier. "No, no, no, no, not there! Please! I'm sorry!" a new tone in the dog's voice became more and more audible. Compassionate. Begging. The fox looked in surprise at the frightened white muzzle with the black spot around the eye. Was it really that easy? No torture needed? Just the threat of a ruined reputation and the huge dominant male, who had been his nightmare for years, ready to cry? Did he care so much about the opinion of this bunch of assholes? For a second, Rob felt sorry for the dog - so sincere was his face. If he had apologized the same way a day ago, none of this would have happened, but now he couldn't back down. because the dog might call the police, and the irbis sitting in the corner, still stroking his own cock, wouldn't go home without getting his pleasure. The fox forced himself to remember how he'd felt in college when he'd been a small, bullied guy, to remember that just a few minutes ago the same dog had called him a faggot again, and then, with renewed anger, he sent fresh pictures of the caged cock and corked anus to the chat. "No! Delete it!" tears welled up in the dog's eyes, and again he twitched in his handcuffs, but this time it was not an attempt to break free, but rather the hysteria of a child pounding on the floor of a store to get his parents to buy him a toy, "Delete! Please!" "No," the fox playfully touched the bull terrier's nose again and turned the screen even closer to the dog so he could see his friends' reaction. Max: What the hell? 123-123: What? SnoopTheBoot: Dude, wrong chat ToxicBeach: No! This is the right chat! Send more nudes! Max: Go send nudes in pm The bull terrier just whimpered pitifully and the fox, without letting go of the phone, got back up and knelt down to proceed with the next part of his plan. This time Rob saddled his partner, placed his hands on the white chest, pressed his ass against the dog's cock and began to move slowly back and forth and side to side, trying to arouse his partner. "Do you like it?" the fox asked, winking at his victim. "No," was all Zack could answer. The dog was lying. Yes, he was disgusted by the idea of sex with men, and the fox's body, though not distinguished by masculine features like broad shoulders or muscular arms, did not resemble a woman's, but the feeling of the vibration near his prostate and the firm ass rubbing against his cock could not help but do its job, and if it had not been for the cage, the red male riding him would have felt the trembling dick near the anus by now. But the answer was given, and the fox planned to intensify the pleasure, as the current one was not enough for his partner. Without stopping for a second, the fox straightened up, arched his back, and his movements began to resemble an erotic dance. With one hand Rob began to stroke his own cock, and only now did the dog notice that it was rock hard, while with the other he resumed the chat with Joy and continued to type. Zack: Let's go a little harder Zack: Just a little bit Joy: Okay Joy: Naughty boy :P. Not knowing what she was doing, Joy really got into the game and instead of just increasing the vibration power, she started to decrease and then increase it from time to time, making it humiliatingly pleasurable for the dog. Rob continued to dance, waving his fluffy red tail from side to side and occasionally glancing at the snow leopard as if to get his attention, but the cat just watched the show and moved his fist up and down his cock. "Please stop!" the dog howled again, feeling the bars pressing painfully against his erection, as if it wasn't his dick that was growing, but the cage that was shrinking, getting tighter and tighter. "All right," the fox stopped and shrugged, "whatever you say. But now it's your turn to please me." Rob moved forward on his knees, resting his ass on the dog's belly and placing his cock between the fleshy pecs. Surprisingly, for someone who wasn't very tall, the fox had quite an impressive length and he didn't hesitate to take another photo, framing the dog's chest and muzzle and his own shaft. Zack tried to turn away and close his eyes, as if he wouldn't be recognized that way, but the fox liked the photo even more - the dog looked like the camera was about to shoot a bullet in his head. Of course, the new picture was immediately sent to Zack's friends. BlackSeagul: Fuck BlackSeagul: Are you that broke? Max: Oh, come on Max: Go fuck without witnesses Max: Stop sending pics ToxicBeach: Yeah! ToxicBeach: Stop sending pics! ToxicBeach: Start sending vids! Bruh: Good dick Bruh: Go ahead and fuck him "Are these really your friends?" Chuckling at the answers, the fox turned the phone towards the dog, giving him some time to look at the messages. The dog either didn't want to or couldn't answer. There were more and more tears under his eyes, and he sobbed from time to time, thinking that his life was ruined, not realizing that his reputation was the least of his problems. Ended playing with the phone for a while, the fox put it aside and placed both hands on the dog's powerful pectorals, kneading them like dough. "You have grown so much in these years. Tell me, are you juicing?" Zack didn't answer the taunt again, but Rob didn't care. Holding his cock between the firm muscles, the fox began to move his hips back and forth, mimicking coitus and smearing the viscous pre-cum dripping from the tip into the crevice. A horrible smell hit the sensitive canine nose, and a fluffy fox tail began to tickle his groin as if on purpose - Zack wanted to stop it all, tried to jerk the cuffs again, but the only result was a growing sense of his own helplessness. "I'd go on a few dates with you if you weren't such an asshole..." the fox said in a slightly dreamy voice, "Maybe we'd even fuck... But okay, enough foreplay." The fox stopped fucking Zack's pecs and moved forward again, bringing the tip of his cock closer to the dog's mouth. Trying to get away from the scent of another male, Zack turned his snout again, but Rob wasn't going to play anymore. "Listen up, bitch," the vulpine took the bull terrier's right ear in his hand and squeezed it hard, causing new pain to his victim, "either you stop resisting, do as I say and maybe enjoy yourself, or I'm going to slit your throat right now and send your friends and girlfriend a video of you choking on your own blood." Now the fox was deadly serious. No irony. No feigned concern. There wasn't even a threat in his voice; he was just stating a fact, and sensing some predatory danger from Rob, the dog froze in fear, staring into the red muzzle. "Open your mouth," the fox continued with the same steel in his voice. The dog obeyed and immediately felt the head of the dick in his jaw. Originally, the fox had planned to play with the dog's head after killing him, so that the angry victim wouldn't try to bite, but now Rob saw Zack's wet eyes and felt his superiority, felt confident, felt that he had broken his toy and completely taken away its will to resist. This was true, but only partially, the snow leopard did no less work just by sitting there and staring into the dog's eyes when the canine looked at Alex anxiously from time to time, realizing that even if he could hurt the fox, it would be impossible to defeat the second enemy. "Suck," the fox continued as the head of his cock was in the warm mouth. Zack put his lips around the flesh and sucked tentatively, hoping the fox wouldn't demand more. Rob, meanwhile, placed his hand on the bull terrier's head and began to rock his hips, ramming more of his cock in with each movement. After a few thrusts, the dog felt the tip in his throat and tried to pull away, but instead of making his victim cough, the fox placed his other hand on the dog's head and pressed his muzzle hard against his groin, driving his cock all the way in. Gasping for air, Zack began to sob pitifully, looking pleadingly at the fox hovering over him, but his captor did not release his head until the lack of air was almost critical. The fox picked up the phone again and aimed the camera at the dog's muzzle. This time the prisoner didn't even try to turn away and looked obediently into the lens, as if hoping that Rob would take pity on him, but the fox just smiled, satisfied with the results of the dog's training, and sent a new photo to the chat. Max: Fuck ToxicBeach: Fuck yeah! ToxicBeach: Feed our boy right! dafgafqqdwdq: Are you guys even sure he wants to do this? dafgafqqdwdq: Maybe we should call the police Ida: What are you gonna tell them? Ida: There's a picture of a guy with a dick in his mouth Ida: Find him, check if he likes it dafgafqqdwdq: ... "I think they're starting to figure something out," the fox grinned, "we should speed up." Keeping one hand on the back of the dog's head, the fox began to swing his hips again, much faster this time. The dog tried to adjust his breathing so that he could get enough air between the times the fox's tip rammed into his throat, while at the same time he felt the hand on his head begin to scratch him affectionately as he was some kind of pet. It was all so humiliating, but what could he do? He just had to wait until it was over. The fox couldn't torture him forever. The fox really couldn't go on forever. This whole game had turned him on so much, and after just a few minutes of intense friction, he was ready to explode. “Don’t spit out. Keep it in your mouth," Rob ordered, and then he began to moan, barely audible at first, and then louder and louder. The dog only realized what the fox was talking about when he felt the male pull back almost the entire length of his shaft and a slimy, viscous fluid began to shoot from the tip into his mouth. Some of the sperm hit the back of Zack's throat, but the dog, afraid to disobey, actually held his reflexes and did not release the substance from his mouth. The fox, however, sensing that he still had one or two shots left in him, pulled the tip out of his mouth and directed it with his hand so that the last bit of liquid would stick to Zack's lips and chin. Immediately the camera was pointed at the dirty face and clicks could be heard. "Smile, show your friends what's in your mouth," the fox's voice returned to its mocking tone. The dog wanted to start begging again, but that would mean getting rid of the semen in his mouth, and that could end badly, so Zack just opened his mouth a little, showing the viscous, murky mass on his tongue, and still looked pleadingly into the lens. This time the fox took a whole series of pictures, and afterwards, tired but satisfied, he lay down again next to the dog, who continued to hold the cum in his mouth. As if deliberately stalling for time, the fox opened the gallery and showed the dog the list of the latest photos. "What do you think? This one?" the fox opened one of the pictures and then flipped to the next one, "Or this one?" The dog whimpered again when he saw his own face on the phone screen. The fur around his eyes was slick with tears, his mouth was stained with semen, and he looked so helpless, so pathetic. Zack imagined that even after he left the chat, he would receive humiliating messages from his former friends. They'd probably even come up with an insulting nickname for him, and more than one, but that was the least of his problems right now. After finally settling on a picture, the fox sent the dog's face to the group chat with a poll attached. What to do with the treat? 1. Swallow 2. Spit There weren't many active participants in the chat, but the voting bars moved surprisingly quickly, and most clearly wanted the sperm to go into the dog's stomach. ToxicBeach: Yes! ToxicBeach: You work out every day! ToxicBeach: You can't turn down free protein! Max: Oh, come on Max: What's wrong with you? ToxicBeach: Fuck ToxicBeach: Max ToxicBeach: Enough with the moralizing ToxicBeach: The poll is not anonymous ToxicBeach: We can see what you voted for Max: Fuck 123-123: lmao Ida: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA "It seems that your friends do not want to leave you hungry. Don't disappoint your audience. Just wait a second, swallow when I nod." The fox brought the phone to the dog's throat, turned on the voice message recording, and nodded. The dog, fighting disgust, actually swallowed. The distinctive sound was reflected in the soundtrack graphic, and the fox hit the send button again. ToxicBeach: YEEEEEEEEES BlackSeagul: Rly? BlackSeagul: Did he really do that? "Don't worry, there's not much left," the fox patted the dog's chest again in a friendly way. After a short rest the fox got up again, sat down on the dog's belly and reached for the last toy of the evening, this time not ordered but prepared by Rob himself. "What, what is this? What for?" The dog twitched again when he saw the clear plastic bag in the fox's hand. "Did you think humiliation was all you deserved for what you did to me? No, I have wanted to kill you for the last few years, and the moment has finally come. Are you ready to die?" "No! No! No! I'm sorry! Please! I beg you!" The bull terrier began to twitch more than usual, but the fox managed to keep his balance and deftly placed the bag over the dog's head. Zack screamed again, this time unintelligibly, and then fell silent, realizing that he had used up all the air and would get no more - when he tried to inhale, the bag was so tight around his mouth and nose that he could not get a single drop of oxygen. After only a few seconds, his lungs began to burn, his eyes widened in pain, and he began to flail his head from side to side, trying to bite the bag, but to no avail. This time, the fox couldn't stop the dying dog's movements by intimidation, so he held on to the bound body with only his legs, as if trying to keep his balance in the crazy, angry bull's saddle. At the same time, the fox kept the phone in his hands, snapping picture after picture of Zack's face, panicking as he tried to take a single breath through the bag, and only when more than a dozen pictures had accumulated did he stand up to take a general shot. Eyes and mouth wide open in pain. Biceps and chest muscles tense, trying to pull at the entanglements. Veins showing through the short white fur on his arms and neck. Agony. Fox had wanted to see all this for so long, and had definitely planned to keep a memory card from the phone to enjoy the images later. But for now, it was important to live in the moment. Rob lay back down next to the kicking dog and opened the chat with his girlfriend. Zack: I'm close Zack: Go on full power Joy: Okay ;) Joy, whatever her name really was, did indeed increase the power to maximum and the dog could feel it even through the hellish burning in his lungs. The fox's hand was on the dog's belly again, but this time on the lower part, very close to the dick, to stimulate the sensitive spot. "It's almost over. Just let it happen," there was something new in the fox's voice as well as in his hand movements. An unusual tenderness and care. Rob himself didn't know if it was sincere, but as if he forgave his victim, he wanted to give him some love and affection in the last moments of his life. Simultaneously with the increased stimulation, Zack's movements changed. Instead of jerking from side to side and trying to pull on the cuffs, the dog began to move his hips up and down as if trying to mate with someone. The dog began to move in a more chaotic and frantic manner, as if he was losing control of his body. Instead of trying to bite the bag, the dog's mouth opened and his tongue hung out. There was not much time left, and just before he finally passed out, he felt an incredible sense of relief through all this suffering, at the same time a warm, thick, white liquid began to run down the metal bars of the cage onto his cock. "Good boy," the fox said to his toy as it twitched a few times in death spasms and finally relaxed. Rising, the fox pointed his camera at the filthy cage, snapped another photo, then removed the bag from the face and photographed the frozen grimace. The dog's tongue had fallen out of his mouth, his eyes faded and staring into nothingness, but in the expression of horror and pain, a shadow of pleasure could be seen. A message notification sounded. Joy: Did you cum? Zack: Oh yeah The fox sent a picture of cum dripping from the head of Zack's cock, followed by a picture of the dead face. Zack: It was deadly good. Joy: Lmao Joy: Stop joking Joy: You coming home from work soon? Joy: Will you stop by the store? Joy: Need a shopping list? Joy: Zack? Joy: ZACK? Rob just grinned. Shopping list. Store. Work. Plans. Girlfriend. Relationships. A whole life. It all ended because Rob, the real predator, wanted it to. The fox decided to demonstrate this more clearly, to leave the girl in no doubt. He took a knife from the bedside table, the one he had used to open a package recently, and immediately plunged it into the throat of his broken toy and began to cut. The bull terrier's muscular neck was no easy task, but having had similar experiences before, Rob quickly separated the dog's head from the body. Despite his stopped heart, the dog's blood soaked the sheets beneath him, forming a wide stain, and the sight aroused the fox even more. His cock, which had softened a bit, grew hard again, twitching, and an idea popped into Rob's mind, how he could finally break the dog's girlfriend's heart and please his friends. The fox lifted the heavy head, turned the back of the skull toward him, found the throat hole in the stump, and placed the toy on the dick so that the tip was visible protruding from the mouth. Rob then turned on the phone's front camera, pointed it at the head so that both the dog's relaxed face and bloody throat were in the frame, but not his own red fur, and took one last selfie of the dog. He sent the resulting photo to his now ex-girlfriend, this time without any comments. Joy: WHAT? Joy: IS THIS A JOKE?????? Joy: WHO'S THAT?????? And then the fox sent the same photo to chat with those Zack considered friends, just like that, without any unnecessary words. dafgafqqdwdq: DAMN dafgafqqdwdq: I TOLD YOU TO CALL THE COPS dafgafqqdwdq: WHO KNOWS WHERE IS HE NOW? ToxicBeach: Nwm ToxicBeach: I got what I wanted from him ToxicBeach: And saved it ;) Ida: I think he worked in delivery or smth ToxicBeach: Someone not getting their packages))))))) Max: Shut up Satisfied with the job he had done, Rob turned off the phone, put it down and took the head off his dick - for now he didn't want to cum again. He needed to thank the cat for making this all possible and get out of there as soon as possible - someone was probably calling the emergency services right now. As he approached the snow leopard, the fox literally fell to his knees - normally such a move could cause injury, but the experienced vulpine didn't even feel any pain. Alex removed his hand from the dick, and the fox immediately took it into his mouth, noticing that he couldn't taste the sperm - the big cat was edging all the time. All the better - that will help to finish faster. After sucking on the shaft for a moment, the fox pulled away, grabbed the dick with his hand, and began to run the tip, smearing a mixture of his saliva and the cat's pre-cum into the red fur, while at the same time beginning to speak affectionately. "Alex, that was amazing. Best day of my life. Thank you for letting me do everything by myself. You have no idea how grateful I am. Like I promised, ask for anything you want, just anything. Do you want me to come to your place and fuck me all night? Or all week? Or no, do you want me to prepare the next game for you? I'll do everything and you'll come and just kill the victim? And I won't interfere. Or I will. I could suck you off while you strangle someone with your strong, big arms. Would you like that?" Alex didn't change his face, just tilted his head slightly to the side as if he was thinking, but that gesture alone was enough for Rob to know he had hit the jackpot. "Who do you want? A boy? A girl? Both? A family?" Satisfied that his partner liked his idea, the fox began to suck again, taking the large cock all the way to the base and enveloping the tip with his throat. Robert felt so many emotions. So much joy. So much pleasure. So much gratitude. And at the same time, the little red guy was growing more and more confident. He felt power over his victims. Impunity. Power. Alex liked all these feelings, so pleasant, so warm, but it could be so much more pleasant to destroy it all. "I need the one..." the cat began to answer, putting his hand on the fox's head, pressing it against his groin with all his strength, and continued, "...you love the most." The fox's eyes widened at the unexpected turn of events. He wanted to answer something, to beg, but a clawed paw held his head firmly. Frightened, for the first time in years the vulpine forgot how to breathe during a deep blow and began to choke. This was it. Just what the cat needed. The incredible joy of perfect revenge, the aftertaste of murder, the afterglow of a recent orgasm - all of it shattered and turned into the panicked terror in the fox's eyes. After only a few seconds of feeling these emotions, and with them the fox's desperate gasping for air, the irbis roared loudly, dug his claws into the red fur, and began shooting hot sperm. The fox continued his futile attempts to free himself, thinking for a second that the snow leopard would finish him off, but when the cat had finished emptying his balls, he let go of his partner, who dropped to all fours and began coughing sperm from his mouth. Robert still wanted to say something, but he couldn't get his breath back to say a single word, while Alex just got up from the chair, picked up his shorts, and without even putting them on, walked out of the house, leaving the fox to face the consequences of his decisions.