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encountering a crazed serial killer!

Definitely inspired by Dexter, the cop show, and if you remember that villain you know what I was going for here hehe

Thank you so much for the support! ", "writing": "Sepf was having the time of his life, the ten-year-old folf was off on his own, his basket full of candy, with only a few houses left on the street before he thought it would be time to head home. His fairly strict parents hadn’t allowed him a phone yet, unlike some of his peers, so he only had his natural fatigue of having walked around for hours guiding him to what time of the evening it was. \nHis friend group had opted to go down a different street, one he wasn’t allowed to go to, and the well-mannered pup had broken off from them, his tongue feeling strange and his fangs sticky from the constant consumption of chocolates and caramels. \n\nClad in a superhero costume that clung to his body, the skinny pup looked every bit the part of a hero’s sidekick, slender and bright-eyed, only his paws, ears, muzzle and jet-black headfur visible, the rest of his body covered in lime-green spandex that accentuated every curve of his developing body as well as a black covering for his eyes. \nHe was now at the last house, one he felt a bit weary about, since it had been derelict for years. But now it seemed that something was going on there, a path mowed through the overgrown lawn that undulated from side to side so that the yellowed grasses still obscured the front porch. However, a single grinning jack-o-lantern could be seen, dangling slightly in the cool breeze, hung from the overhang at the door. The house was fully dark though, and the cub gulped as he opened the gate, rusty squeals making him wince. Still, just one more pawful of candy he thought, and he ventured through the twisting path that had been moved through the tall grass, an occasional skeleton startling him, another bend had him face to face with a full-sized doll that was sprawled on its face, a large kitchen knife sticking up its back, fake blood shimmering on the blade. \nSepf almost cried out in fright when he saw it, then smiled as he realised it was a decoration, his heart hammering with boyish glee as he finally got near the front door. \n\nThe house was [i]really[/i] spooky though. Every light was turned off, even the porch light, but now that he was here Sepf could see very small solar lamps that cast soft, dying lights on to the structure. The only proper light came from the crazy grin of the pumpkin lantern where a candle was burning, and the gentle light from the crescent moon and the stars on the sky. \nTaking the couple of steps to the porch, the wood groaned under his shoes, and the pup worried that he would fall through the almost-rotten stairs. Now in front of the door he realized that there was no bowl of candy, and he gulped again, feeling unnerved by it all as he raised his paw to knock on the door. No one answered and he knocked again. \n\nStill no one answered. \n\nWith his shoulders slumped, Sepf turned to walk away and only then realised that he had stepped over a stone arrangement that was partially obstructed by yellow grass-straw. Bending down he swiped it away and took a step around so the light from the lantern would illuminate it. It was an arrow! And it pointed to the right of where he was, where a path had been moved in the tall grass that otherwise adorned the un-maintained yard. Almost skipping, Sepf headed down the path, noting that more solar lamps were around the bend of the house so he could, just barely, see what was going on. Soon he was at the back of the house, the overgrown bushery fully hiding the rest of the neighbourhood from him, and a final solar lamp was positioned at the back door, a very gentle glow that had him squint his eyes just to see. There were not any stairs to the door, which bottom was almost at his chest height, so the cub cocked his head as he stepped close, suddenly yelling sharply as the ground underneath him gave way and he slid down a pitch-black hole. \n\n-----------------------\n\nIn the centre of the house a man stood up. His face was illuminated by several screens, surveillance cameras that showed the entrance, the back and the playroom he had built in the house’s storm cellar which he had expanded upon the last couple of months. \nFirst he had seen the unlucky cub come up to the front door, really getting a look at his cute little prey, some kind of mixture between fox and something else, with blue’ish-grey facial fur and a cute white-furred mark on his cheek that resembled a star. His headfur was a jet-black that tufted up and light-brown eyes that sparkled with wide-eyed curiosity as he knocked on the door, a thin strip of black fabric making up his “disguise” where his eyes peeked through. Most delectable was the way his lime-green superhero costume clung tight to his body, how his tufty tail had lifted and wagged as he bent over to uncover the marking stones he had placed, his buttocks on full display. \n\nAnd he had taken the bait. The man stroked his cock, his body naked, muscles standing out in a pump. He snorted as the trapped slide to the storm cellar took the boycub hurtling down into the first room. Precum shot out his bovine cock as the spandex-clad cub landed sideways into the kiddie-pool and its contents. \n\n-------------------------\n\nSepf screamed in terror as he slid down into the darkness, then landed awkwardly into a mess of objects that crunched and clattered as he impacted them with his shoulder, his paws going down to push up, the cub screaming loudly as dozens of pricks turned to agony as [i]something[/i] lodged into his body. He felt numerous objects dig and tear at his spandex suit as he moved around in the shifting somethings that had him unable to regain his footing, his palms blazing with pain, his shoulder likewise, his knees sliced open as he finally managed to get his footpaws in the pitch-black room. He took a step forward, almost stumbled, crying in pain and terror, trying to use his fingers to pry at his palms, feeling bits that stuck out of them, hurting even more when he touched them. \nSuddenly a loud crackle was heard and intense, bright light came at him from two directions, his eyes scrunching up from the sudden illumination. When he could see again he screamed anew. The room was decorated with all kinds of gory Halloween objects, severed heads, dangling hands, fake blood and monstrous spiders and their webs. But what terrified him and shook him to his core was his location. His whole body trembled as he looked down, realizing he was in a kiddie pool that had been filled with broken glass. Shards and tiny bits mingled with half-broken bottles, one sticking out just a foot away, broken at the neck, the sharp end pointing straight up. He choked back another scream as he turned his paws, hundreds of small and large shards glittering in the air, green, yellow, opaque, blue. Jagged and broken pieces that were lodged into his sensitive skin. \nSepf had to get away from the glass and he whimper-cried as he almost lost his footing, sliding, almost lifting his injured paws to take the fall, bits and pieces digging deeper into his palms as he flexed his fingers on instinct, the cub screaming yet again. \nGlass crunched under his shoes when he finally made it out to the concrete floor, shaking as he tried picking at the shards in his palms, crying loudly when he extracted a couple and saw the blood, but unable to see it through as what seemed like hundreds were lodged there. \n“Anyone there? Help!” He cried out, taking a step, and then suddenly the light started flickering, like a strobe-light, and loud screams came out from hidden speakers. He tried shouting, but he couldn’t hear his own voice, so loud were the screams and he put his palms to his ears, screaming again as the shards dug ever deeper while scratching up his sensitive ear-fur, the ears splayed fully back from the terror of the situation. He tried to look around, tears running down his face, his palms and shoulder hurting more and more and the screams changed. What had started as stock horror screams, men and women’s voices like he had heard in movies, it now changed to children’s screams that mirrored his own, interlaced with a cruel and deep laughter that echoed from side to side, making it seem as if whoever had designed this horror house was all around him, petrifying the cub into standing still, his paws at his splayed-back ears but not touching as he turned to one direction, then the other. Suddenly the light turned off, then turned on again, now a more muted yellow that cast long shadows, and Sepf heard loud steps coming from the side, the speakers turned off as well. \n\n------------\n\nThe bull rounded the corner, his work-boots stomping, his axe brandished in his work-glove covered paws. His prey just stood there, blood running down his shoulder, from his palms, his legs had been torn as well, countless gashes through the lime-green superhero costume that revealed more of his blue-ish grey fur. \n\nAnd like all prey, when he saw the bull in all his glory, naked and erect, the wood-cutters axe in his paws, he turned tail and ran. \n\nStraight into the barbed wire.\n\n----------------\n\nSepf screamed and then bolted, heart hammering as he turned away from the imposing man who had to be some 7 feet tall, muscular and [i]naked[/i]. However, it wasn’t his prick that had scared him, it was the huge axe he was brandishing and he squealed in terror as he rounded a bend in the room that let into another room, only for something hard and [iconname]Sharp[/iconname] to dig into his chest. It took his weight, daggers stabbing into his lower chest, and then hurled him back with a *twang*, this room illuminated by strobe lights that had everything look like it was out of a movie. Sepf landed with a sharp cry as he took the fall with his paws, glass digging ever deeper, and then he saw what had stopped him. \n\nBarbed wire. \n\nThrough the strobe light he could see that this entire room was criss-crossed with the stuff, some wire hanging loosely from the ceiling, some of it draped over with black cloth, and he even saw a few metal spikes sticking out from the wall to his left. He got up as he heard the stomping steps of the bull coming from behind and he ducked under the one that had hit him in the chest, whimpering as he felt his blood running down his stomach both inside his costume and outside. Sepf almost hit another spool of barbed wire, this one at shin-height, and he stepped over it, the lights suddenly turning off, leaving him in the middle of the maze-like room, the snorts and grunts of the man chasing him right behind him. \nSepf screamed again, terrified of the axe, and despite wanting to bolt he was smart enough to take one step at a time, feeling barbs dig into his forearm here, his stomach there, his knee a step or two away, the stomping steps feeling like they were just behind him all the while. \n\n-----------------------\n\n“You had better run if you want to live!” The bull bellowed, smiling widely as he heard the shriek and then a louder one as he startled the cautious cub into running head-first into a fresh spiderweb of the cruelly spun metal. He wasn’t getting anywhere close, just standing there at the entrance, night-vision goggle on as he saw the pup only a few yards away, struggling with the wire, more and more streaks of torn fabric and blood-lines showing. He took off the goggles, knowing his computers would record it all, and he clicked the hidden remote which sent the room back into a chaos of strobe lights. \n\n---------\n\n“RUN, BITCH, RUN!” The voice was right behind him and Sepf turned in horror as he saw the naked bull walk around a string of barbed wire, then duck under another, his axe glittering in the crazy lights. Whimpering, snivelling, terrified beyond belief he managed to see a way through the maze, ducking and jumping and squeezing his way through, feeling the countless wounds and the blood dripping down his torn costume, fabric snagging on barbs and pulling him back, his breathing rapid, his lungs burning from his screams and his fright. \n\n[i]There![/i]\n\nHe saw the opening, a low one that had him crawl on his elbows and knees, crying evermore loudly as he tried to avoid ripping up his poor paws more than they already were, feeling the gritted concrete surface grow slick with his blood, the cub increasingly light-headed. He got into a new room, stood up in the darkness and took a cautious step forward only to suddenly slip and fall backwards against the wall, screaming out as something sharp and long dug into his back, penetrated through, then exited his stomach, impaling him and keeping him immobile as the lights turned on in the pitch-black room. As he was impaled his voice gave out, steel digging through his sternum, his lungs compressed by the jagged metal that jutted out from the wall.\n“I was wondering if that would work…” A deep voice came from the side, the lights turned on, and a gasping Sepf looked to see the bull appear, then he looked around in fright and realised that he was back in the room with the glass-shard kiddie-pool. \n“Keeps you in place for the next bit…” He came over, putting down his axe, his monstrous erection bobbing in the air with every step, dangling from side to side.\n\n----------------\n\nIt was a stroke of brilliance, really, so the bull congratulated himself. Rolley-floor like at the fun-house, just two of them angled down, enough to make a cub fall backwards. And the angle had been lucky, no instant life-threatening injuries yet, although the bloodied pup’s innards has been pierced.\nBlood ran down, already a pool was at the cub’s footpaws, from the countless gashes and the gory steel that had exited his stomach. The man got close, then grabbed him under his knees, lifting up his lower body, the pup screaming hoarsely as the steel shifted about inside his body. \n\n“Lucky all the glass stuck to this…” The callous bull stated grimly, strong fingers working at the torn, lime-green fabric, tearing it further until Sepf’s bottom was exposed. He cried and whimpered weakly at every movement, his impaled body leaving him no room to escape, every flutter and kick of his legs sending agony through his stomach. \n\nThe cub felt the man’s girthy, precum-slick, tapered prick at his rear before he then pushed in, Sepf managing a croaking scream as he was impaled on the too-large cock, with 8 inches of calf-maker soon embedded up his bleeding hole. Air was knocked from his lungs as he was raped, barely hanging on to conscience, the tearing and stretching of his virgin tailhole sending lighting through his lower body, his legs kicking weakly in the 7-foot-tall bull’s paws. What more was, that every thrust had the steel through body push ever deeper through and his shoulder blades were soon at the wall, propping him up as the muscular male snorted and grunted, his cock erupting deep inside his bowels. \n\n------------\n\n\nFor the bull the first orgasm was great, but it was the final orgasms he would jerk it off to afterwards. \n\nHe pulled out, blood following his erection before the cub’s raped tailhole partially prolapsed in a gush of seed and frothy, bright-red blood. His victim hung almost limp and he grabbed him by his shoulders, work-gloves digging into sensitive and weak flesh and he [i]pulled[/i], the boy coughing weakly and flailing his legs as inch after inch of steel was torn out of his body with arousing squelching until he was fully clear, the bull then throwing him to the floor next to the kiddie-pool.\n\n“Got a fine ass on ya kid, shame it’s only me who got to enjoy it~” The torn spandex had revealed the cub’s taut buttocks, how his fur went from blue-ish to pure white at the cleft of his rump, the colour contrasting nicely with the blood from his torn sphincter. It made the bull’s cock jut up and down, fresh precum jetting out, and he got down and manhandled the boycub around, disregarding the small bits of glass that stuck into his knees. He had his eyes on that broken bottle sticking up, but first he wanted the pup to wake up from his raped stupor. \nWork-glove wrapped around slender cub-neck and he moved forward, the light weight of his victim making it easy to get his head over the side of the kiddie-pool, terrified eyes staring down at the multitude of glass-shards. His other paw aligned his tapered prick with the bleeding hole and he thrust forward, just as he forced the pup’s head down with a sickening and multi-layered stream of crunches as he wrenched his face from side to side, the pup’s screams choked out by broken glass, his ruined hole tightening up rhythmically as his whole body flailed in mortal agony. \n\nIt milked and massaged his prick as he built up a rhythm, the cub’s head dragged up and down and from side to side, the bull finally relenting and letting him fully off, bloody bits of glass spewed out of the cub’s torn-open mouth, his face criss-crossed with wounds, flayed skin hanging off loosely. Fucking his victim ever faster, he shimmied to the side, hauling the cub with him, until he was right where the broken bottle was. \nAgain he pushed the boycub down with remorseless strength, snorting and laughing with sadistic glee as he struggled what little he could, the bull’s strength meaning he control the decent by a fraction of an inch at a time, the glass piercing first the eye-lid, then the eye, then popping it before meeting resistance. \nDespite all his wounds and his lifeblood pouring out him, the pup was struggling and screaming and hollaring as he was forced to remain impaled, the bull’s other paw going to his headfur, both paws lifting, the broken bottle pulled up, before he [i]slammed[/i] down with all his strength, the bits of glass crunching underneath the bottle, shifting about in a fraction of a second before resisting, the jagged top of the bottle impaling its way through the boycub’s eye-socket and deeply into his brain until the neck of the bottle became to wide for it to penetrate further. \n\nThe difference was night and day. The cub went into a seizure, tremoring and convulsing, his tailhole milking the bull’s cock so hard he erupted right then and there, his second load pouring into the bloody hole, the man roaring to ceiling as he climaxed. His kept growling and snorting as the constantly milking sensation kept his orgasm running for almost a minute, surges of divine pleasure coursing through his entire body as the blue-furred cub died on his prick, but not before he had a third round, life stubbornly clinging on the pup who wheezed weakly as his hole was violated while he drew his dying breaths. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sepf was having the time of his life, the ten-year-old folf was off on his own, his basket full of candy, with only a few houses left on the street before he thought it would be time to head home. His fairly strict parents hadn’t allowed him a phone yet, unlike some of his peers, so he only had his natural fatigue of having walked around for hours guiding him to what time of the evening it was.
His friend group had opted to go down a different street, one he wasn’t allowed to go to, and the well-mannered pup had broken off from them, his tongue feeling strange and his fangs sticky from the constant consumption of chocolates and caramels.

Clad in a superhero costume that clung to his body, the skinny pup looked every bit the part of a hero’s sidekick, slender and bright-eyed, only his paws, ears, muzzle and jet-black headfur visible, the rest of his body covered in lime-green spandex that accentuated every curve of his developing body as well as a black covering for his eyes.
He was now at the last house, one he felt a bit weary about, since it had been derelict for years. But now it seemed that something was going on there, a path mowed through the overgrown lawn that undulated from side to side so that the yellowed grasses still obscured the front porch. However, a single grinning jack-o-lantern could be seen, dangling slightly in the cool breeze, hung from the overhang at the door. The house was fully dark though, and the cub gulped as he opened the gate, rusty squeals making him wince. Still, just one more pawful of candy he thought, and he ventured through the twisting path that had been moved through the tall grass, an occasional skeleton startling him, another bend had him face to face with a full-sized doll that was sprawled on its face, a large kitchen knife sticking up its back, fake blood shimmering on the blade.
Sepf almost cried out in fright when he saw it, then smiled as he realised it was a decoration, his heart hammering with boyish glee as he finally got near the front door.

The house was really spooky though. Every light was turned off, even the porch light, but now that he was here Sepf could see very small solar lamps that cast soft, dying lights on to the structure. The only proper light came from the crazy grin of the pumpkin lantern where a candle was burning, and the gentle light from the crescent moon and the stars on the sky.
Taking the couple of steps to the porch, the wood groaned under his shoes, and the pup worried that he would fall through the almost-rotten stairs. Now in front of the door he realized that there was no bowl of candy, and he gulped again, feeling unnerved by it all as he raised his paw to knock on the door. No one answered and he knocked again.

Still no one answered.

With his shoulders slumped, Sepf turned to walk away and only then realised that he had stepped over a stone arrangement that was partially obstructed by yellow grass-straw. Bending down he swiped it away and took a step around so the light from the lantern would illuminate it. It was an arrow! And it pointed to the right of where he was, where a path had been moved in the tall grass that otherwise adorned the un-maintained yard. Almost skipping, Sepf headed down the path, noting that more solar lamps were around the bend of the house so he could, just barely, see what was going on. Soon he was at the back of the house, the overgrown bushery fully hiding the rest of the neighbourhood from him, and a final solar lamp was positioned at the back door, a very gentle glow that had him squint his eyes just to see. There were not any stairs to the door, which bottom was almost at his chest height, so the cub cocked his head as he stepped close, suddenly yelling sharply as the ground underneath him gave way and he slid down a pitch-black hole.

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In the centre of the house a man stood up. His face was illuminated by several screens, surveillance cameras that showed the entrance, the back and the playroom he had built in the house’s storm cellar which he had expanded upon the last couple of months.
First he had seen the unlucky cub come up to the front door, really getting a look at his cute little prey, some kind of mixture between fox and something else, with blue’ish-grey facial fur and a cute white-furred mark on his cheek that resembled a star. His headfur was a jet-black that tufted up and light-brown eyes that sparkled with wide-eyed curiosity as he knocked on the door, a thin strip of black fabric making up his “disguise” where his eyes peeked through. Most delectable was the way his lime-green superhero costume clung tight to his body, how his tufty tail had lifted and wagged as he bent over to uncover the marking stones he had placed, his buttocks on full display.

And he had taken the bait. The man stroked his cock, his body naked, muscles standing out in a pump. He snorted as the trapped slide to the storm cellar took the boycub hurtling down into the first room. Precum shot out his bovine cock as the spandex-clad cub landed sideways into the kiddie-pool and its contents.

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Sepf screamed in terror as he slid down into the darkness, then landed awkwardly into a mess of objects that crunched and clattered as he impacted them with his shoulder, his paws going down to push up, the cub screaming loudly as dozens of pricks turned to agony as something lodged into his body. He felt numerous objects dig and tear at his spandex suit as he moved around in the shifting somethings that had him unable to regain his footing, his palms blazing with pain, his shoulder likewise, his knees sliced open as he finally managed to get his footpaws in the pitch-black room. He took a step forward, almost stumbled, crying in pain and terror, trying to use his fingers to pry at his palms, feeling bits that stuck out of them, hurting even more when he touched them.
Suddenly a loud crackle was heard and intense, bright light came at him from two directions, his eyes scrunching up from the sudden illumination. When he could see again he screamed anew. The room was decorated with all kinds of gory Halloween objects, severed heads, dangling hands, fake blood and monstrous spiders and their webs. But what terrified him and shook him to his core was his location. His whole body trembled as he looked down, realizing he was in a kiddie pool that had been filled with broken glass. Shards and tiny bits mingled with half-broken bottles, one sticking out just a foot away, broken at the neck, the sharp end pointing straight up. He choked back another scream as he turned his paws, hundreds of small and large shards glittering in the air, green, yellow, opaque, blue. Jagged and broken pieces that were lodged into his sensitive skin.
Sepf had to get away from the glass and he whimper-cried as he almost lost his footing, sliding, almost lifting his injured paws to take the fall, bits and pieces digging deeper into his palms as he flexed his fingers on instinct, the cub screaming yet again.
Glass crunched under his shoes when he finally made it out to the concrete floor, shaking as he tried picking at the shards in his palms, crying loudly when he extracted a couple and saw the blood, but unable to see it through as what seemed like hundreds were lodged there.
“Anyone there? Help!” He cried out, taking a step, and then suddenly the light started flickering, like a strobe-light, and loud screams came out from hidden speakers. He tried shouting, but he couldn’t hear his own voice, so loud were the screams and he put his palms to his ears, screaming again as the shards dug ever deeper while scratching up his sensitive ear-fur, the ears splayed fully back from the terror of the situation. He tried to look around, tears running down his face, his palms and shoulder hurting more and more and the screams changed. What had started as stock horror screams, men and women’s voices like he had heard in movies, it now changed to children’s screams that mirrored his own, interlaced with a cruel and deep laughter that echoed from side to side, making it seem as if whoever had designed this horror house was all around him, petrifying the cub into standing still, his paws at his splayed-back ears but not touching as he turned to one direction, then the other. Suddenly the light turned off, then turned on again, now a more muted yellow that cast long shadows, and Sepf heard loud steps coming from the side, the speakers turned off as well.

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The bull rounded the corner, his work-boots stomping, his axe brandished in his work-glove covered paws. His prey just stood there, blood running down his shoulder, from his palms, his legs had been torn as well, countless gashes through the lime-green superhero costume that revealed more of his blue-ish grey fur.

And like all prey, when he saw the bull in all his glory, naked and erect, the wood-cutters axe in his paws, he turned tail and ran.

Straight into the barbed wire.

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Sepf screamed and then bolted, heart hammering as he turned away from the imposing man who had to be some 7 feet tall, muscular and naked. However, it wasn’t his prick that had scared him, it was the huge axe he was brandishing and he squealed in terror as he rounded a bend in the room that let into another room, only for something hard and [iconname]Sharp[/iconname] to dig into his chest. It took his weight, daggers stabbing into his lower chest, and then hurled him back with a *twang*, this room illuminated by strobe lights that had everything look like it was out of a movie. Sepf landed with a sharp cry as he took the fall with his paws, glass digging ever deeper, and then he saw what had stopped him.

Barbed wire.

Through the strobe light he could see that this entire room was criss-crossed with the stuff, some wire hanging loosely from the ceiling, some of it draped over with black cloth, and he even saw a few metal spikes sticking out from the wall to his left. He got up as he heard the stomping steps of the bull coming from behind and he ducked under the one that had hit him in the chest, whimpering as he felt his blood running down his stomach both inside his costume and outside. Sepf almost hit another spool of barbed wire, this one at shin-height, and he stepped over it, the lights suddenly turning off, leaving him in the middle of the maze-like room, the snorts and grunts of the man chasing him right behind him.
Sepf screamed again, terrified of the axe, and despite wanting to bolt he was smart enough to take one step at a time, feeling barbs dig into his forearm here, his stomach there, his knee a step or two away, the stomping steps feeling like they were just behind him all the while.

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“You had better run if you want to live!” The bull bellowed, smiling widely as he heard the shriek and then a louder one as he startled the cautious cub into running head-first into a fresh spiderweb of the cruelly spun metal. He wasn’t getting anywhere close, just standing there at the entrance, night-vision goggle on as he saw the pup only a few yards away, struggling with the wire, more and more streaks of torn fabric and blood-lines showing. He took off the goggles, knowing his computers would record it all, and he clicked the hidden remote which sent the room back into a chaos of strobe lights.

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“RUN, BITCH, RUN!” The voice was right behind him and Sepf turned in horror as he saw the naked bull walk around a string of barbed wire, then duck under another, his axe glittering in the crazy lights. Whimpering, snivelling, terrified beyond belief he managed to see a way through the maze, ducking and jumping and squeezing his way through, feeling the countless wounds and the blood dripping down his torn costume, fabric snagging on barbs and pulling him back, his breathing rapid, his lungs burning from his screams and his fright.

There!

He saw the opening, a low one that had him crawl on his elbows and knees, crying evermore loudly as he tried to avoid ripping up his poor paws more than they already were, feeling the gritted concrete surface grow slick with his blood, the cub increasingly light-headed. He got into a new room, stood up in the darkness and took a cautious step forward only to suddenly slip and fall backwards against the wall, screaming out as something sharp and long dug into his back, penetrated through, then exited his stomach, impaling him and keeping him immobile as the lights turned on in the pitch-black room. As he was impaled his voice gave out, steel digging through his sternum, his lungs compressed by the jagged metal that jutted out from the wall.
“I was wondering if that would work…” A deep voice came from the side, the lights turned on, and a gasping Sepf looked to see the bull appear, then he looked around in fright and realised that he was back in the room with the glass-shard kiddie-pool.
“Keeps you in place for the next bit…” He came over, putting down his axe, his monstrous erection bobbing in the air with every step, dangling from side to side.

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It was a stroke of brilliance, really, so the bull congratulated himself. Rolley-floor like at the fun-house, just two of them angled down, enough to make a cub fall backwards. And the angle had been lucky, no instant life-threatening injuries yet, although the bloodied pup’s innards has been pierced.
Blood ran down, already a pool was at the cub’s footpaws, from the countless gashes and the gory steel that had exited his stomach. The man got close, then grabbed him under his knees, lifting up his lower body, the pup screaming hoarsely as the steel shifted about inside his body.

“Lucky all the glass stuck to this…” The callous bull stated grimly, strong fingers working at the torn, lime-green fabric, tearing it further until Sepf’s bottom was exposed. He cried and whimpered weakly at every movement, his impaled body leaving him no room to escape, every flutter and kick of his legs sending agony through his stomach.

The cub felt the man’s girthy, precum-slick, tapered prick at his rear before he then pushed in, Sepf managing a croaking scream as he was impaled on the too-large cock, with 8 inches of calf-maker soon embedded up his bleeding hole. Air was knocked from his lungs as he was raped, barely hanging on to conscience, the tearing and stretching of his virgin tailhole sending lighting through his lower body, his legs kicking weakly in the 7-foot-tall bull’s paws. What more was, that every thrust had the steel through body push ever deeper through and his shoulder blades were soon at the wall, propping him up as the muscular male snorted and grunted, his cock erupting deep inside his bowels.

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For the bull the first orgasm was great, but it was the final orgasms he would jerk it off to afterwards.

He pulled out, blood following his erection before the cub’s raped tailhole partially prolapsed in a gush of seed and frothy, bright-red blood. His victim hung almost limp and he grabbed him by his shoulders, work-gloves digging into sensitive and weak flesh and he pulled, the boy coughing weakly and flailing his legs as inch after inch of steel was torn out of his body with arousing squelching until he was fully clear, the bull then throwing him to the floor next to the kiddie-pool.

“Got a fine ass on ya kid, shame it’s only me who got to enjoy it~” The torn spandex had revealed the cub’s taut buttocks, how his fur went from blue-ish to pure white at the cleft of his rump, the colour contrasting nicely with the blood from his torn sphincter. It made the bull’s cock jut up and down, fresh precum jetting out, and he got down and manhandled the boycub around, disregarding the small bits of glass that stuck into his knees. He had his eyes on that broken bottle sticking up, but first he wanted the pup to wake up from his raped stupor.
Work-glove wrapped around slender cub-neck and he moved forward, the light weight of his victim making it easy to get his head over the side of the kiddie-pool, terrified eyes staring down at the multitude of glass-shards. His other paw aligned his tapered prick with the bleeding hole and he thrust forward, just as he forced the pup’s head down with a sickening and multi-layered stream of crunches as he wrenched his face from side to side, the pup’s screams choked out by broken glass, his ruined hole tightening up rhythmically as his whole body flailed in mortal agony.

It milked and massaged his prick as he built up a rhythm, the cub’s head dragged up and down and from side to side, the bull finally relenting and letting him fully off, bloody bits of glass spewed out of the cub’s torn-open mouth, his face criss-crossed with wounds, flayed skin hanging off loosely. Fucking his victim ever faster, he shimmied to the side, hauling the cub with him, until he was right where the broken bottle was.
Again he pushed the boycub down with remorseless strength, snorting and laughing with sadistic glee as he struggled what little he could, the bull’s strength meaning he control the decent by a fraction of an inch at a time, the glass piercing first the eye-lid, then the eye, then popping it before meeting resistance.
Despite all his wounds and his lifeblood pouring out him, the pup was struggling and screaming and hollaring as he was forced to remain impaled, the bull’s other paw going to his headfur, both paws lifting, the broken bottle pulled up, before he slammed down with all his strength, the bits of glass crunching underneath the bottle, shifting about in a fraction of a second before resisting, the jagged top of the bottle impaling its way through the boycub’s eye-socket and deeply into his brain until the neck of the bottle became to wide for it to penetrate further.

The difference was night and day. The cub went into a seizure, tremoring and convulsing, his tailhole milking the bull’s cock so hard he erupted right then and there, his second load pouring into the bloody hole, the man roaring to ceiling as he climaxed. His kept growling and snorting as the constantly milking sensation kept his orgasm running for almost a minute, surges of divine pleasure coursing through his entire body as the blue-furred cub died on his prick, but not before he had a third round, life stubbornly clinging on the pup who wheezed weakly as his hole was violated while he drew his dying breaths.  
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