Glenn paced back and forth along the well-polished marble floor of his mansion, an impatient expression spoiling the black cat's otherwise handsome, slightly effeminate young face. His yellow eyes stayed fixated upon the oversized embossed doors of the mansion, effectively his mansion, waiting with expiring patience for his prey to approach through the long ivy-decorated path that led to his doorstep. A middle-aged manservant, coming into Glenn's view on his rounds, was shot a look of daggers by the small cat, causing the servant to recoil in real terror before quickly composing himself and shuffling off into another room.


        "What's taking so long!? If I have to wait another-" Glenn was silenced abruptly by a light rapping at his front door, startling the young teen. Glenn raced to the door and gripped the ivory handle firmly, practically dragging the heavy over-decorated door open.


        "Hi Glenn! Wow, what a place!" a blue wolf with white facial features greeted him, his sweat making his white t-shirt slightly damp and revealing his surprisingly well-toned, white torso.


        "Herbert, welcome, please come in!" Glenn responded excitedly, his negative tone from just moments prior having been replaced completely. As he waved Herbert in and the blue wolf passed him into the mansion Glenn was able to get a good view of his well-toned ass, easily filling out the sport shorts he wore on each soccer practice day. He tried to keep his arousal in check as he quickly shuffled past Herbert to lead him, leaving the open door for a servant to deal with.


        "Wooooow Glenn, this is really amazing!" Herbert said, taking in his surroundings. He found himself completely engrossed in the evidence of affluence that ensorcelled anyone who entered this place for the first time. Glenn had to repeatedly pull Herbert's attention back to moving through the mansion as the wolf was continuously distracted by a piece of art here or a statuette there. The dining hall nearest the bathroom was his destination, and though it took several instances of practically peeling the young canine off of a few particularly impressive pieces the duo did finally reach their intended goal.


        The dining hall was an absolutely massive, rectangle affair in which expensive decorative china covered virtually every space of wall. The centerpiece of the room was the massive oblong dining table, at least two dozen plush dining seats situated equidistant from one another before an equal number of perfectly-set silverware adorning the table. To top it all off, a lavish chandelier provided lighting for the entire dining hall, its dim luminescence blanketing the room with a somewhat gloomy tone.


        "Please, take a seat Herbert." Glenn said politely.


        "Any seat?" Herbert responded, his amusement at being able to choose between any one of the identical seats not resonating with Glenn in the slightest. Herbert excitedly chose a seat at the far end of the room, eliciting a sigh from Glenn as he had to follow across the hall to sit next to him. Glenn clapped his hands twice, summoning a server almost instantaneously from an adjacent room. 


        Herbert let out a sigh of awe as he was waited on by the server, the handsome young man stiffly awaiting the two teens' orders. Glenn without much acknowledging the server asked for two teas then made a rubbing gesture with his fingers as if to say sprinkle something into the drink, a nuance that went unnoticed by Herbert.  


        "So, Herbert, um, how has practice been?" Glenn asked, masking an air of unease. "I hear you've already been selected for a starter position when you get into high school next year."


        Herbert looked back at the cat with a dumbfounded expression. "I mean, sure I guess, but who cares about me! How do you have all of this stuff?! This is so cool, your parents must be super super rich!" he said matter-of-factly.


        "No, actually," Glenn said pointedly, "much of this fortune is thanks to myself."


        Herbert's look of befuddlement doubled down on itself for a moment before Herbert let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, I get it, good one! You had me goin' for a second there!"


        Glenn's eyes narrowed, a wholly unamused and almost vicious expression consuming his face. "I'll say it again; this fortune is largely my own. While my parents have happily benefitted from my own advancements in the field of chemistry, their contributions to my personal wealth do not extend beyond gains on investments with my money." he fired back, his measured tone laced with venom.


        Herbert expression had shifted heavily, lost in an unknown area between being unsure of whether to smile or apologize, before being replaced by an expression of dawning understanding. "Ha, wait a minute, if you were some child pr-, pruh, prodigeny, why would you still be in the 8th grade?" he said, feeling as though he'd checkmated his young feline friend.


        "The word you're looking for is prodigy, and rest assured my grade is not a reflection of my impact on society. In fact, it's much the opposite, it's society's laws that have been holding me back in this wholly menial farce!" Glenn said. He looked to the ceiling as he spat out his accusations, as if saying them not to Herbert but to some greater force beyond.


        Herbert recoiled at the sudden outburst, looking significantly less comfortable than he had just moments prior. Glenn realized this episode was not the first time he'd lost his temper that day, and with a sigh he relaxed his posture and softened his tone. "I'm sorry, it's just frustrating. I'm telling you the truth, you know. In this wonderful little slice of paradise we call home, it doesn't matter how high your IQ is or how much you've contributed as an individual, you're prevented from skipping grades until you've moved on past middle school." he said much more calmly as he rested his head on his hands, his elbows on the table seemed to be struggling to hold up the weight of his internalized exasperation. "Though I can't complain about the view I get to have, or the perks..." Glenn said, planting a lusty gaze on the blue-and-white wolf.


        Herbert shuffled uncomfortably, looking inside his mind to find a way to break the tension being sent his way. As if answering a silent prayer, the server returned with two cups of hot tea in elegant yet simple teacups. Placing one before each of teens, the server looked to the young cat for further instructions. Without sparing him even a cursory glance Glenn bid him begone with a simple flick of the wrist, the server quickly vanishing from the room as he was shooed away.


        Herbert quickly grabbed for the tea and took a large sip, happy for a change of subject, before spitting out the hot liquid. Glenn looked mortified at his waste of the drink. "What are you doing?! Don't!" he yelled out before quickly regaining his composure, trying not to scare his friend off. "I mean, just wait for it to cool... I, um, don't want to make a mess." he fumbled his words out, clearly concealing distress.


        "Sorry about that, I didn't realize it'd be hot. Also, it uh, tasted kinda weird.." Herbert said, looking back at his drink with an unsure expression. Glenn responded by taking Herbert's wrist that clung to the teacup inelegantly and dragging it across the table, close enough for him to open the sugar pot and place several cubes of sugar in before stirring lightly.


        "There, that should help~" he said cheerfully, his sudden shift in tone only serving to put Herbert more on edge. Glenn blew lightly on his tea before taking a sip. He then motioned for Herbert to do the same. Herbert obliged, blowing on the tea and taking a deep sip, the bitter taste much abated by the sweetness of the sugar.


        "Oh, that is much better. So, what is it you want to do today Glenn?" Herbert said before taking another drink, Glenn watching carefully as he quickly emptied out his cup.


        "Well, Herbert, I've had a bath prepared. For you, specifically." Glenn said slowly, placing his teacup on the table before crossing his legs and giving Herbert is full attention, his finger and thumb on his chin as he looked Herbert up and down. "You are a damn gorgeous specimen, you know that?"


        "Ssspeshimun?" Herbert replied, his own slurring surprising him. "I...feel...weird..." he said, his body drooping into his seat.


        "I'm so glad you decided to join me, Herbert. You see, from the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you. Permanently. So, as with many others I've chosen to grace with eternal beauty, I've decided you will be joining my collection."


        "What's...happening.." Herbert said, his body growing increasingly heavy and slumping into the chair. He felt his arms and legs go numb, the teacup crashing to the floor as he no longer felt his grip on it. He realized he couldn't even tell where his limbs were, let alone have control over them. The most he could do was turn his head with an effort, look around, and plead. "Please...help..." he begged.


        "Oh, no, Herbert. I'm afraid that just won't do." Glenn said, rising and moving behind Herbert's limp body, lifting him up and dragging him slowly towards the direction of the bathroom. "I'm going to kill you, you sexy dolt. You're then going to have the pleasure of being turned into my own personal fuck doll, forever." Glenn grunted as he dragged the wolf boy into the bathroom, Herbert barely managing to move his limbs in a pitiful excuse for self-defense.


        Upon entering the bathroom Herbert caught a glimpse of a full bath already drawn for the two when realization dawned on him. "Don't...kill...me..." he begged, tears streaming freely down his face as Glenn positioned him over the side of the tub.


        "I suppose as a final act of kindness, I'll let you know that you'll be treated well. I was the creator of the embalming method I'm going to be using on you. You will be perfectly preserved as-is, entirely fuckable for longer than any lifespan, with no fear of damage or decay. You will be my beautiful, perfect fucktoy." Glenn said as he regained his strength from his body-dragging endeavor. "Oh, and don't worry, the drug currently in your system doesn't prevent you from feeling pain. Your death with be slow and agonizing~" he added with a morbid chuckle.


        "Glenn....stop....somebody....anybody.....god.....please...help!!!" Herbert begged throughout Glenn's monologue, annoying the cat slightly. Without another word Glenn hovered menacingly over the powerless wolf and grabbed him by the hair. He turned Herbert's face towards his, planting a farewell kiss on his lips and ensuring he was the last thing Herbert would ever see. Herbert then grabbed two fistfulls of Herbert's hair and plunged his head beneath the water, sealing his fate.


        Herbert struggled as best he could in a blind panic, his limbs barely doing anything but twitching despite his mortal dilemma. Bubbles rose to the surface of the splashing water as Glenn held him full-bodied beneath it, a bulge filling his pants as he went about his murderous task with a smile on his face and glee in his heart. As the seconds ticked by Herbert's struggles became, to Glenn's surprise, more forceful and focused. By a herculean effort Herbert managed to get an arm up and over his head and planted a hand gently on Glenn's face. While the gesture was meant to be an effort to save himself, Glenn found the hand that rested on his face endearing, and Herbert's death struggles only served to further arouse the smaller male, his modest prick standing at full attention through his pants as he pressed against the butt of the dying wolf while he carried out his execution.


        Glenn felt the moment the water entered Herbert's body, his struggles whipping up into an uncoordinated frenzy as he drowned on the bath water. Glenn's dick was leaking pre now as the wolf began to drown in earnest, his body convulsing rapidly as his body thrashed as best it could. Glenn could feel he was in his final struggles now, gripping his hair harshly as he grinded his loins against the  dying boy's ass. Suddenly, Herbert's body collapsed, the last of his bubbles rising to the surface. Glenn instantly let go of the limp boy's body and freed his aching cock, rubbing it vigorously. It only took moments for him to shoot his pearly seed all over the ass of the corpse, it responding not at all to the violation of dignity.


        So perfect~ Glenn thought to himself as he flipped Herbert's body and examined the dead wolf laying face-up in the tub, his queer, wide-eyed expression painting a picture of absolute terror and pain in the moments before his death. The cat, still panting to recover from his afterglow, placed his damp paws on the body, rubbing up and down along it, planting kisses on his torso, legs and feet. As his strength returned and he found himself fully back in reality he yelled for a server to come collect the body, not needing to direct them to bring it to the basement with the other dolls he'd collected.








        It had been a full day since Glenn had Herbert's corpse placed in the embalming vat, and he was ready to reap the rewards. Stepping through the basement with two of his most trusted servants in tow he browsed his collection of fuck dolls, boys that were friends or schoolmates he had murdered and transformed previously. Finally he got to Herbert, his cloudy eyes still wide though unseeing. The embalming process had completely transformed the young boy into a perfectly preserved sex toy, one to be used by Glenn indefinitely. The servants gingerly picked up the boy's body and followed Glenn upstairs.


        Upon reaching the upstairs bedroom, the servants placed the nude corpse on the huge, lavish bed and removed themselves from the room. Glenn, already having disrobed himself, climbed onto the bed and straddled the wolf's body, taking in the sight of his handiwork. The dead body once known as Herbert merely stared blankly at the ceiling, a goofy placid expression permanently glued to his face. The cat placed a hand on the side of its face, stroking it lovingly, before he suddenly reared back and gave it several solid slaps, causing the limp head to bob back and forth, never losing its blank expression. "Wake up, Herbert~ It's time to fuck!" Glenn said to the unresponsive teen. "If you don't want to be raped and used by me, speak up!" As expected Glenn's doll made no reply, causing a vile smirk to cross his face as he bathed in the glow of his own god complex.


        He placed his hands on the corpse's room-temperature chest, the lack of a heartbeat and unresponsiveness causing his dick to swell to rock-hard. He flicked the dead boy's cute, perky nipples before leaning down and taking them into his mouth, kissing and playing with them, nibbling and licking without fear of damaging his preserved toy. He gave the teenaged nipples a few harsh pinches and twists, confirming to himself that what was once a living feeling boy was a proper sex doll as he broke it in.


        He moved his head downwards towards the unfortunate boy's genitals, kissing and licking his once-proud abs along the way. Getting to the boys limp dick he took it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the unresponsive prick as he fondled Herbert's useless balls in his hands. He found he enjoyed Herbert's underdeveloped prick more than most of his toys, and the heft of his balls was irresistible. He stopped slurping at the corpse's cock long enough to get his mouth to its balls, taking the entire sack into his mouth and sucking lustfully. Using his tongue he could feel the contours of the permanently preserved balls, feeling the inner workings of the organ that would never be used with lustful slurping accompanying the exploration. He pulled his head back and let the balls slip out of his mouth with a lewd pop, Glenn licking his lips afterwards.


        Finally, he moved onto Herbert's asshole, lifting up both legs and placing both ankles behind the head of the wolf, a position that would be very painful indeed if he wasn't already very dead. He gave his toy's ass a cursory feeling-up, grabbing both handfuls of cold cheeks and rubbing them, spreading the loose anus as he toyed with the ass. He planted his lips against the asshole, easily pressing his tongue into it and having a full, sloppy makeout session with it, the sounds of sucking and slurping once again filling the room as he readied the corpse for a good fucking.


        He reluctantly pulled back from the boy's sexy ass, finally satisfied. He arched himself over the body, lined his leaking dick against the asshole, and plunged in, moaning in ecstasy as he felt his dick slide easily into the loose fuckhole. He took a moment to grasp the dead wolf's feet, interlocking his fingers with the toes for leverage and began to fuck the body in earnest. Herbert, as expected, had no reaction to being thrust into, his only movements coming from each forceful slap of Glenn easily bottoming out in him. Though he wasn't the dead one, Glenn couldn't help but feel as though he too were in Heaven.


        The black cat looked into the dead eyes of his lover as he pounded him, fucking him hard and fast as his limp head bobbed lightly from the forcefulness of the fucking. Glenn could fuck him as long and as hard as he wanted with no complaints, and Herbert would forever be beautiful and perfect, trapped in the prime of life to eternally capture Glenn's affections.


        "You were only born so that you could die for me; so that I could take your worthless life. You died in agony by my hand, you sexy wolf, so I could keep you as mine forever~ You can stay 14 and beautiful forever!" Glenn shouted at the body, moving a hand to the side of the corpse's head to keep it looking him in the eyes. Glenn felt his orgasm mount as he kissed the cold lips he had stolen the life of. He moved from Herbert's lips to his feet nearby his head and began licking the feet that would never stand on their own again, kissing and suckling the soft, tender toes that once led his dead classmate to be the star of his soccer team. He sucked the toy's toes with even more vigor than he had sucked the dead boy's dick, bathing each toe with his saliva.


        The lack of resistance on his dick was a wonderful reminder of the life he had snuffed out, the feeling of thrusting in and out of the dead teen driving him over the edge. Finally Glenn felt that he had reached his limit. He pulled out of the body with a lewd squishing sound, quickly positioning his dick over the wolf's face. With a howl of pleasure Glenn shot hard, spraying the corpse's face and feet with veritable ropes of cum. He came and came, no less than seven ropes painting the dead boy's face and feet, the unblinking eyes not reacting at all to the cat spunk that plastered them.  Completely spent, Glenn collapsed on the wolf's body, it collapsing under him like a ragdoll. Glenn, still panting for breath, slipped his arms around his fucktoy and hugged it tight as he drifted off into a deep sleep.


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        Glenn woke from a deep, satisfying sleep with a yawn, his arms still wrapped around the warm pillow that was once someone's child. He felt a wonderful sensation on his dick; the anus of Herbert's body still wrapped around his cock from the night before, his morning wood pressing deep into the young toy's ass. He purred softly, rubbing and nuzzling his soft toy as he felt his arousal growing from the morbid satisfaction that making love to a corpse brought him. He forced Herberts head to cock back at a neck-breaking angle to look him in the eye, his dead eyes slathered in dried cum from the night before; nothing his servant's couldn't clean. Glenn pressed his lips against the boy's who had met such a tragic and early end in his home, sliding his tongue inside for a deep, passionate one-sided kiss. He swirled his tongue around that of the body's, slicking up the inside of its mouth and savoring the sterile taste of death. His lips parted the corpse with a pop, and he found himself relishing the moment as he gazed at Herbert's lifeless, cum-painted face. "I love you, Herbert," he said with tender absolution, "and I'll always love you. Forever."


        With that he pushed the dead young boy's body over, letting it flop face-down on the bed in a tangled heap. Glenn slapped his ass as he violently pounded into the blue wolf that would never wake, again and again and again.