Glenn panted heavily as he slammed furiously into the ass of his favorite doll, the limbs of the blue wolf Herber flopping aimlessly from the force of the rough fucking. The brutality with which the black cat ass-fucked Herbert’s lifeless form would have all but destroyed the body of any living person, but as Herbert was six months deceased by Glenn’s hand and his body was filled with a reinforcing substance to preserve his corpse as well as strengthen its resistance to damage or breaking the doll was able to withstand the onslaught admirably. Even so, the blue wolf’s chest bouncing harder and harder into the headboard of the bed in time with the thrusts of Glenn’s cock in and out of his body threatened to break even a pleasure doll’s body.


        Glenn felt himself getting close, and biting the ear of his precious doll and pulling the neck back at a steep angle he redoubled his efforts, pounding furiously into Herbert, his virile orbs slapping violently into Herbert’s inert ballsack as he rammed into him harder and harder. The bed groaned in protest as Glenn approached his orgasm, and just as he came-


        A loud crack resounded through the room just as Glenn began to release his seed into the dead boy, but in the haze of orgasm it was difficult to notice anything but pleasure. Still he pressed the young boy’s body harder and harder into the wall unrelentingly, until after a long moment he came down from the high and collapsed on the body of the young boy, panting furiously.


After finally catching his breath he turned the dead boy over for a passionate makeout session when his eyes caught something out of the ordinary and he stopped cold. He noticed a deformation in Herbert’s chest, and on feeling his fears were confirmed; he had played so hard with the doll he managed to crack one of its ribs despite his doll putty filling its insides.


He cursed under his breath before calling in his servants. “It needs to be repaired,” he said curtly. “How long do you expect it would take?”


His gaggle of servants inspected the body of the dead boy, rubbing and prodding it to assess the damage while Glenn wiped sweat from his face and the sex aftermath from his groin. Finally the appraisal came back, and the prognosis was not good.


“It appears the internal structure of the doll has been compromised,” his chief servitor, a handsome young fox with remarkably well-groomed red-orange fur by the name of Renard Alexander II, explained in his usual professional tone. “I would expect the repairs to be complete by no later than Christmas.”


Glenn stared back at him with a dumbfounded expression. His immediate reaction was to protest, to chastise him for his ignorance, but Glenn did not get where he was in life by acting purely on impulse. He allowed himself to calm down, and upon thinking it over he knew Renard was right. The man had not only spent more time with the doll than any of his other servants making minor repairs and carting him to and fro for Glenn’s play sessions, but he was the very one who was the catalyst for Herbert’s murder. Renard prepared and served the drink that made Herbert vulnerable to drowning, and oversaw his transformation from young, tragically murdered boy to beautiful, eternal sex doll.


He looked to Renard and saw that his head servant wore the hint of a pained expression, and realized belatedly that the butler was worried for him and distressed at him being upset. Glenn quickly sealed away his look of discontentedness; for all his gruff mannerisms and his superiority complex, Glenn was indeed grateful for his servants’ attentiveness and loyalty, to the point of even covering up or assisting with murders. Renard was chief among these, and the remainder of the staff was hand-picked by him. He had a knack for finding those who were willing to keep Glenn’s secret and willing to take the substantial pay that came with the job. For those he found disloyal, the young fox also had a knack for disposing of bodies that Glenn did not have any desire for.

“Very well, I’ll see him repaired. Christmas isn’t too terribly far away, and I can stand to play with my other dolls until then.” Glenn said with a brave face to the relief of his servants. The truth was that not having Herbert to enjoy would sting, though until he was repaired he felt he could enjoy the company of the dolls he created of rare species over his summer break, his trips abroad allowing him to kill quite a few young boys to use for immortalization. Even with them to wet his appetite he knew it would be a long winter, and Christmas couldn’t come fast enough.


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        “It’s done! Young Master-” Renard said in an uncharacteristic flurry of words before being cut off by the annoyed voice of Glenn.”


        “I’m just putting the finishing touches on my latest drug, the fruit of a long road of research I’m certain you are aware of.” Glenn said with no small amount of annoyance. To his surprise, however, his servant was not deterred.


        “It’s done, sir. Your doll is renewed.”


        Glenn’s expression turned instantly from sourness to exaltation, and he practically leapt from his chair. “You must prepare my dolls immediately, bring, oh, a half dozen to my chambers. Herbert as well.”


        “It’s already done, sir.” Renard said in a professional tone that belied his beaming face.


        Without another word Glenn started loosening his tie, dropping clothes as he made his way towards the door before stopping and turning back to his experiments. “Nothing quite like a field test!” he said giddily, scooping up a flask of the clear liquid and bounding towards his bedroom, clothes dropping to be collected by his servant as he skipped down the large elaborate hallway in his birthday suit.


        He rounded the corner and practically slid into his bedroom, where he was greeted with a sight to behold. Several of his favorite dolls were laid out on the bed, limbs strewn randomly about as expressionless faces stared at nothing at all, cold eyes glazed over with the painful deaths each of these children had experienced for the pleasure of the boy they now served in death.


Glenn didn’t bother closing the door behind him as he made his way to the foot of his massive plush bed, his scrutinizing eye appraising his bounty. Several of his older dolls, namely his colt twins, cheetah and otter boys layed about the bed lifelessly. Herbert wasn’t with them, but he figured he was being cleaned and prepped at the moment.  He turned his eye instead to his newer additions, the dolls he hadn’t had as much time to get acquainted with. He had spent his summer vacation travelling abroad, visiting the corners of the globe. While there he couldn’t resist collecting some rarities for his collection. He decided to start with the newest members of his collection and work backwards, the trip down memory lane would do nicely to keep him aroused for the gauntlet that awaited him.


Glenn grabbed the first boy by the ankle and dragged him to the edge of the bed, taking a moment to admire his soft features and lick his tender feet. He was already rock hard by this point, but before Glenn committed to a nice fucking he recalled the flask he held in his freehand. He was fairly certain of its likelihood to work, and so he drank it down without a second thought, trying to swallow quickly so as to avoid the foul taste he hadn’t quite yet found a suitable workaround for yet. The effects took place almost immediately; his body felt warm, his loins ached and he felt his muscles tense up. His dick already began to leak pre, and at the consummation of the liquid into his body he was eager and more than ready to begin.


He looked to the soft red-and-white face of Heng who was a handsome and once popular boy Glenn met on his trip to China. It was Heng’s 13th birthday, and Glenn as able to coerce the cute boy onto his yacht to spend an extravagant afternoon. Little did Heng know that he would never leave the ship alive, and no sooner did Heng board the ship before he found himself with a pretty necklace to pair with that cute neck of his, Glenn’s garrote wire turning his red face blue as he struggled for life, stranded on a boat with no hope of escape. He died rather pitifully, tears staining his prettyboy face, now discolored and contorted in a horrified expression. Glenn’s serum did wonders to restore his face to its former glory however, and now he would forever have that beautiful 13 year-old winning smile.


Glenn caressed the red panda’s face gently, feeling the soft contours of it as he let the drug fully take effect. The more he gazed at Heng’s slack face the more aroused he became. He found himself making out with the boy in no time at all, his tongue dancing with the limp tongue of his doll, slicking up the insides of his mouth with a purpose.


He decided to take things slow at the start and enjoy himself; it *was* Christmas Eve after all, and he knew his parents wouldn’t be home this holiday season as was typical of them. He took a fistful of his dick, now feeling girthier and bigger than ever before as a pleasant side effect of his drug, and began tracing Heng’s dead lips with the tip of his penis, spreading his precum as he went along. He slapped the boy’s face hard with his cock several times, eliciting no response other than a minor jostling of flesh, before sliding his dick into the slick confines of the corpse’s pretty mouth.


He struggled to keep himself from overexerting himself right away, not wanting to blow his load too soon, but seeing those cold eyes looking blankly at his stomach as he slowly slid in and out of his mouth was too much for Glenn. The black cat grabbed the doll by its fluffy ears and pulled its head all the way onto his dick, savoring the feeling of the boy’s throat as his cock swelled happily inside. He began using Heng’s ears as a lever, pumping his face onto his boyhood over and over, the doll’s mouth slicking up and making the process easier to perform as he facefucked him faster and faster.


The drug was in full effect now, Glenn could feel, and his inhibitions were beginning to weaken. He let Heng’s head go to flop lifelessly on the leg of another of his dolls, the otter Edwin. He then positioned his torso above Heng’s face, using other corpses in the pile as leverage, and began ramming his cock freely into Heng’s dead mouth, the new position allowing him to push his dick into the dead teenager even faster now. As his rhythm picked up he was able to use the springiness of his bed to keep Heng’s face locked into constantly deepthroating Glenn, and before he knew it Glenn was ready to cum. He knew exactly what he wanted to do; he pulled out of Heng’s mouth and rubbed his dick furiously as cum erupted from it, thick sticky ropes painting the innocent face of the poor deceased boy. The cat’s body shook in time with his semen releases, and by the time he was done Heng’s face was thoroughly coated with so much white that it surprised Glenn, his drug working even better than expected.


Despite how hard he came, Glenn’s cock did not go limp. If anything he was hungry for more. He pushed Heng’s body on its side and reached for the next body to fuck, and his hand caught the body of the western dragon Achak. Achak had been a cheerful boy in life, eager and willing to help others. A North American Algonquian native, the blue dragon boy was excited to meet someone as differently cultured as Glenn, and Glenn for his part was eager to experience Achak’s culture. Or so he told him; as Achak was teaching Glenn how to fish, Glenn was busy drinking one of his strengthening concoctions to give him the energy needed to hold Achak’s head below the waves until the bubbles stopped.


Achak, who had a tendency to go barefoot in life, had remarkably strong and well-toned legs and smooth, well-traveled feet. The allure was too much for Glenn, and he pulled the corpse’s feet to his mouth, kissing and licking the body’s heels and sucking on his toes, getting them nice and wet for his dick. He pressed Achak’s feet together hard and forced his member between then, the feeling of those rough yet somehow smooth feet wholly different from anything else Glenn had fucked before. He worked the dragon’s feet on his shaft as he looked over the body, his toned abs and muscular arms now wiggling helplessly as the boy’s feet were used for a quick fuck.


Glenn was enjoying himself quite a bit, the rough surface of the feet creating enough light abrasion to tickle the head of his cock just right. As he sped up Achak’s limp dick and balls flopped around, and the sight of the body’s lifeless motions brought Glenn to orgasm. He pumped the feet hard and fast on his dick, releasing his seed not only on them but coating the doll’s balls, dick and toned abs with streaks of his cum as let the pleasure wash over him. Satisfied, he let the boy’s feet go, his legs dropping limply to the bed.


As he came down from his orgasm he still was hard, and he wondered just how far he could go on a single dose of his miraculous new aphrodisiac. He pushed the dragon’s body over, Achak landing ragdoll atop of Heng’s corpse, before Glenn crawled onto the bed and straddled the body of his next victim, the barely-12 year old snow leopard Shaan.


Shaan was a remarkably effeminate boy, even for one on the cusp of puberty as he was. He would often be mistaken for a girl, and his long white hair caught the attention of Glenn on his trip to northern India. It wasn’t hard to get the shy young boy to listen, and Glenn realized quickly just how easy to manipulate he was. A total pushover, Shaan found himself caught in a deadly serious situation as soon as he let Glenn lead him back to his private quarters.


He had managed to make Shaan believe that he would have to put on a girly outfit if he wanted to be Glenn’s friend. Even after putting on a tight, overly small pink top and fishnet stockings Glenn did not relent. He convinced the boy that he had to have his hands tied as well as stand on the stool in the middle of the room and slip his head into the rope hanging from the ceiling to prove his loyalty to Glenn.


Of course as soon as he did this Glenn kicked the chair out from under his feet. He dropped only an inch before the rope tightened around his girly neck, his eyes bulging with pain as his breathing was cut off. He kicked and swung as his face started to turn blue, his chest heaving as he began to weaken. It wasn’t long until his eyes drooped and his body started convulsing before going fully limp. Glenn took the opportunity in the moment to use his twitching feet as a fucktoy, cumming on them as the boy died.


Shaan still wore the girly clothes he died in, but this time around Glenn had a different plan for his cute little doll. He rolled Shaan over onto his belly and pressed the doll’s knees underneath him, propping the corpse’s butt up in the air. He took a moment to admire the boy’s pink little pucker before he started kneading his grey-and-white asscheeks, giving them slaps here and there as a way to mark his property. He spread Shaan’s hole and lapped around the rim before pressing inside, the lack of resistance intoxicating to the feline necrophiliac.


He pumped his still-slick dick as he licked the boy’s hole, and without further ceremony positioned it against his entrance. He pressed inside, the sensation of a dead boy’s butt surrounding his swelling cock causing Glenn to swim in pleasure, his eyes fluttering briefly before regaining control. He grabbed the boy’s fluffy snow-spotted tail and began working inside of him, his dick reaching deep inside the confines of the faggy corpse’s hole. With each thrust Glenn pushed harder and harder until he was slamming against Shaan’s asscheeks, the body’s butt plap plap plapping ringing out in tune with his fucking.


Glenn found himself getting close shockingly soon yet again, a side effect of the drug he presumed that he would have to work out in the future he thought to himself. However as he came inside Shaan’s dead body he second guessed himself. The raw pleasure of multiple orgasms in a row was something new to Glenn, who usually had to take breaks in between, and as he came more and more his sensitivity grew in tandem, eking out even more pleasure on subsequent fucks. As he pushed the lifeless boy over he dragged the next body right over the snow leopard’s and left him to lay there. This doll was one of his most interesting, the African wild dog Kwame.


Kwame was met during Glenn’s tour of Africa. The exotic-looking multihued boy of 13 was just coming of age, and quickly began to realize he was interested in boys. Glenn was no slouch in the looks department, and when he shared his mutual appreciation of boys Kwame quickly became enamored with the young black cat. They spent a great deal of time together that day, and Kwame seemed to long for Glenn more and more as it went on.


Kwame got his wish, but perhaps not in the way he expected. That night after a passionate makeout session Glenn presented his cock to Kwame’s delight. Unbeknownst to him Glenn had taken a growth enhancement concoction beforehand, the precursor to the stimulant he used now, and his dick looked significantly bigger than it usually was. Kwame was on his knees in moments, and began enjoying his first and last cock.


As the wild dog suckled and slurped happily Glenn made a request to deepthroat him. Kwame agreed happily, and guided by Glenn’s hand on his head swallowed his cock whole. He kept his throbbing member in his mouth for quite some time, licking and sucking Glenn’s shaft, before the need to breathe became apparent. As he went to pull off Glenn’s teasing words kept him in place, telling him it would be awfully upsetting to the black cat if he were to give up on him so quickly. And so Kwame kept Glenn’s cock in his throat, his eyes watering as his breath grew shorter and shorter.


Kwame’s chest began heaving, his love for cock beginning to be overshadowed by raw survival instinct. His body finally forced himself to try and push off Glenn’s dick only to find the firm hand on his head kept him in place. As he began to panic he tried more furiously to dislodge the cock from his mouth only to realize his lack of oxygen made him too weak to do so. As a last ditch effort he tried to bite Glenn’s penis as it throatfucked him, only to find his bite was too weak for the potion-enhanced member. Glenn came into his throat as Kwame’s eyes rolled into his head and he blacked out. Glenn chose to leave him there for several long minutes, supported now only by Glenn’s cock. When Glenn finally softened the boy dropped limply to the ground, long dead as cum seeped from his corpse.


Kwame was now a very attractive young sex doll, and he decided to give him a gift he had never been able to enjoy in life. Lifting his feet up over his shoulders Glenn pressed his dick into the doll’s hole and pressed in hard, its less-wet insides causing a nice amount of abrasion as he began to fuck the dead boy. He was not gentle as he worked his way up into fucking the body fast, eager to use and discard it before moving onto the next one. He toyed with his genitals as he used his asshole, feeling and fondling his balls as he watched the boy’s head bob up and down in time with his thrusts.


By the time Glenn was ready to cum he was already looking forward to the next doll. He pulled out and pressed his dick against Kwame’s, squirting onto his abdomen as he frotted the body’s limp dick. Panting heavily he leaned in for a gentle kiss on Kwame’s cold lips, grateful for the donation of his body before he rolled it off to the side.


The next doll was not going to be so easy to move, so instead Glenn went to it. The heavyset body of Panuk lay on its side, the large polar bear’s member kept erect due to the simple mechanism placed within its urethra. Glenn grunted as he rolled the dead body onto its back, remembering with some fondness how satisfying this doll had been to acquire.


Glenn met Panuk in Alaska during his brief stay there. The boy was head of the wrestling team, and his surprising size for a boy of 15 made him a beast when it came to the sport. Though Panuk wasn’t a mean person he couldn’t resist a challenge, and if one came his way he would respond fiercely. It was a simple task to lure Panuk to his doom; one challenge and a bout of private wrestling later and Panuk found himself belly-down with two powerful arms wrapped around his neck.


Glenn, of course, had used his wits to best the large Panuk. He had used the same serum he used in his fight with Algernon, and with his superhuman strength spent some time toying with Panuk, easily tossing the boy painfully to the ground again and again. By the time Glenn had him on his belly the cat’s dick had long since been rock hard, and by using his dick to slide aside the helpless boy’s leotard was able to penetrate him as he held him in a chokehold.


To Glenn’s surprise it seemed Panuk enjoyed the submissive situation he found himself in, and that realization turned Glenn on even more. He pounded away at the boy’s large ass as he pulled his neck tighter and tighter, the lessening of slack in his leotard a clear indication of Panuk’s hardening dick. As Glenn came into him he felt Panuk twitch as orgasm hit him as well, and in the throes of pleasure Glenn accidentally tensed up. He heard a loud crack and felt Panuk shake beneath him once, then go very still. His super-strength serum had caused him to snap the polar bear’s neck painfully, but Glenn certainly wasn’t upset as he called his servants in to collect the boy’s body and to distract the family from their missing child.


Now Glenn had different plans for Panuk, the frottage as he came on Kwame left him wanting more. He laid down on top of the heavyset polar bear, feeling his thick arm muscles as he pressed his dick against the dead boy’s large black member. He reached up and kissed his dark lips as he reached for his dick and began sliding his hand up and down the two, teasing and fondling their heads and rubbing their shafts together. He started to grind against his once-superior cock, the feeling of his sack sliding up and down against the corpse’s balls causing his dick to tingle and beg for release. This time, however, Glenn was committed to taking his time.


He continued to straddle the body, sliding up and down, up and down, growing more passionate as the process continued. Glenn groaned with pleasure as his dick begged for release, but still he held back, staring into the glazed over eyes of Panuk as he frotted the lifeless bear. Finally Glenn cried out as his body took over for him, releasing his seed on Panuk’s toned chest, the ability to hold back and tease having increased his virility and allowing him to shoot even farther than before.


Glenn recovered quickly, and looked about for the next doll. He could feel the effects of his drug beginning to wane, and on seeing his twin colt dolls, Joshua and Jacob, an idea crossed his mind. The two dead brothers were already laying atop one another, belly-to-belly, and a fun idea crossed Glenn’s mind. After some simple adjustments the two stallions were positioned dick-to-dick, balls-to-balls, and left with their lips touching. The idea of forced incest posthumously drove Glenn wild, and after teasing their joined lifeless lips with his prick he moved to their feet, pressing his penis between their conjoined appendages and pumping between then, his semen dirtying them up as his arousal flared.


         Glenn was forced to stop himself and move to the colt twins’ backsides to keep from expending the last few orgasms he had too quickly. With the effects of the drug fading Glenn felt the need for haste now, and pressed quickly and violently into the ass of Joshua, the bottom twin. He gave only a single pump before pulling out with a slick *pop* and moving up to his brother’s ass, Jacob’s corpse receiving Glenn’s dick without complaint. He gave Jacob a single thrust as well before pulling out and sticking his cock into Joshua’s again. And again he pulled out and entered his brother. He performed the lewd action again and again, switching brothers to fuck, trying to give his precious dolls an equal amount of affection from him as their holes became more and more slippery from his consistent entering and exiting.


        He found a good rhythm, and before long he felt himself approaching climax. He was practically slamming into the twins with each thrust. With a loud gasp he pulled out of Jacob and began jerking off furiously before painting their athletic hindquarters with equal amounts of cat semen.


        Glenn felt fatigue setting in properly now, and as he looked to the final two dolls on his bed he knew he needed to come up with a plan if he wanted to still have energy to make love to Herbert’s body. The limp spotted body of the cheetah boy Algernon lay face-down nearby. He looked to the foot of the bed and spotted Edwin’s toned legs sticking out from the corpse pile. He moved to him and dragged him out and noticed the boy had a hardening mechanism still in his penis from the last time he played with him. How lucky he thought to himself.


        He dragged Edwin’s body and laid it atop the muscular cheetah’s, and aiming Edwin’s prick used it to penetrate Algernon’s hole. He took a moment to admire the sight of the dead cheetah bully being humiliated by the compromising pose as he pressed his prick against the soft soles of the once-proud feline’s body, rubbing them gingerly before his arousal took over and he mounted the otter corpse. His balls slapped happily against Edwin’s as he pounded the body of the boy who had once been star of the track team, enjoying the local flavor after spending so much time with his dolls from abroad. His virility was waning, however, and he could feel fatigue and the need to release setting in quicker than he would have liked.


        Glenn did all he could to hold on, and after giving Edwin’s asshole a good fucking repositioned himself. Still inside of the otter, he grabbed the boy by his hips and began rocking him back and forth on his dick. The motion caused Edwin’s loose body to not only get fucked by Glenn’s needy cock, but also sent his member deep into Algernon’s lifeless corpse as Glenn swung those toned hips back and forth. Glenn intended to keep this motion going for quite awhile, but his resilience waned and orgasm snuck up on him. Before he knew it he was staring wide-eyed as he filled Edwin’s butt with his seed, enough that it leaked down to his balls, along his dick and into the ass of Algernon. This detail was lost on Glenn in the moment, however, and at long last he collapsed onto his bed, panting heavily.


        Glenn took several long moments to regain his strength when a realization hit him and he shot up out of bed staring towards the far end of the room. There stood Renard, holding the little body of the blue wolf Herbert in his arms. Though neither of them acknowledged it, Renard was clearly heavily aroused by his front-row seat of his master enjoying himself with his dolls. Still, the loyal servant did not touch himself once, instead dutifully caring for the body still in his arms.


        Glenn laid against his pillow and patted the empty space on the bed next to him. Renard silently brought over Herbert’s body, now restored, and gently laid it next to the black cat. He bowed before leaving the room to allow Glenn to have some alone time with his favorite doll.


        Glenn leaned in close to Herbert’s body, feeling the contours of his once impressive physique. He rubbed a hand against his lifeless chest, grateful to feel the damage he had caused had healed up nicely. He lowered his reach to the wolf’s abs, feeling the tough muscles beneath his soft fur. Glenn kissed Herbert’s limp face before reaching down and finding his genitals, fondling his package between his fingers.


        Glenn moved down to his doll’s crotch, pressing his muzzle into it and licking Herbert’s ballsack before working his tongue up to the body’s flaccid dick. He licked around Herbert’s head before taking his penis into his mouth, jerking himself off while he sucked the lifeless member. His need for his favorite doll grew to a fever pitch, and lifting both of Herbert’s legs to expose his ass Glenn began to eat the wolf boy’s ass.


        Finally getting to touch his favorite doll again was almost too much in itself. He pressed his tongue deep into Herbert’s entrance, making sure to slick the doll boy up very well before moving up to press into him. He penetrated Herbert with a growl, the feel of this boy was simply sublime, beyond any of the boys he had killed before or after. He licked and sucked happily at his feet as he began to pump into his hole, Herbert’s face wearing a peaceful expression as the body was fucked helplessly.


        The pleasure was intense, almost heavenly, and Glenn quickly realized he would not be able to hold on long. Rather than try to fight it, this time he gave into his desires. He pressed Herbert’s ankles behind his tall ears and began slamming into him, the bed creaking with each and every thrust as the dead boy bounced aimlessly with him. Glenn’s thrusts quickly became uncoordinated as he came closer to climax, and pressing a hand behind Herbert’s head pressed the lifeless boy into a long passionate kiss, soaking his tongue with the cat boy’s saliva on one end as he filled his loose butthole with cum.


As Glenn came he continued to thrust, again and again, enjoying his fucktoy to the fullest. Even as his strength waned and his dick began to go limp still he tried to thrust into the corpse, wanting this moment to last forever. Alas, as the very last vestige of strength left him, the serum long since expended, Glenn collapsed atop the body of his beloved Herbert, entering a sleep almost as deep as the dead boy’s as he drifted off to sleep surrounded by his corpse pile.


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        Glenn awoke in his bed to find his remarkable romp from the night before had been cleaned and tidied up. He wasn’t sure how or when it happened, but Glenn was in a comfortable pair of pajamas as he awoke, the corpse pile now missing as the servants must have done their job of cleaning up after the young master and maintaining his estate, including his toys. He realized with a start that the day had turned over, sunlight coming in through the shades as dawn broke. That meant it was Christmas!


        Glenn hurried downstairs to find the glimmering Christmas tree’s base was lined with dozens of gifts. One stood out among them all, however; a massive blue gift box tied with a red bow. As he approached the box he noticed the form of Renard on the couch, slumped over in a sitting position asleep. It wasn’t normal for Renard to miss his morning duties of doting on the young master, but on this one occasion Glenn decided he would not chastise the young man.


        Glenn couldn’t resist the lure of the massive box, and so he went to open it. The box was large enough that he had to stand on his tiptoes to properly remove the bow, and upon doing so he lifted the lid and peered inside. Within the box lay none other than his doll Herbert wrapped in red silken ribbons, the blue wolf corpse he had spent so many nights having sex with. However, something was different this time.


        Glenn looked closely at the boy, lit largely by the light of the Christmas tree, and realized that the doll had been given remarkable improvements. Its muscles were more toned, its ass more firm, its fur gleamed brilliantly with flush color. He wore a silly, almost-smiling expression as the dead boy stared blankly back at him, almost knowingly Glenn thought privately to himself. But how had such improvements been made between last night and this morning?


        He looked at the box once more for answers. The tag read: To Glenn, From Santa. Glenn was too old to believe in such childish things, but even so he wondered for just a moment if the mysterious old bear had truly been the one to deliver this gift to him. His thoughts were broken by the sound of a single loud snore, and looking to its origin once more saw the dead tired body of Renard Alexander II sleeping heavily on the sofa.


        Glenn realized that the servants must have orchestrated this. Glenn gave them no time between Herbert’s release from the embalming vat and his sexual encounter with it to do this much work on the body. He knew the amount of effort it must have taken to get him looking this perfect in such a short amount of time was almost impossible, a massive amount of meticulous work would have had to have gone into getting the doll to look so new. And yet there he was, staring at him with those big lifeless glassy eyes of his.


        As Glenn looked at Renard his expression warmed, and eventually a hearty smile crossed his face. His servants were truly one of a kind, and his head butler deserved the most praise among them. While he wouldn’t do so to Renard’s face, a thought crossed Glenn’s mind. Perhaps, just perhaps…


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        Renard practically shot out of his seat the moment he awoke, panic and scheduling problems swimming in his mind as he lost his balance and landed face-first into something plush and comfortable. He realized belatedly that something was blocking out the light, and feeling for his face found that a piece of paper was taped to it. He ripped it off and found that his face had been stopped by something big and blue, and as the cobwebs of sleep were shaken off understood that the butt of Herbert hovered enticingly before him, the dead boy laying face down on the coffee table and fully presenting his hindquarters to the bumbling servitor.


        The fox recoiled, afraid for a fleeting moment that he may have damaged one of the master’s toys before his senses started returning to him. He examined the piece of paper that had been taped to his face to find it inscribed with delicate cursive handwriting.


        Dear Mr. Alexander,


I have penciled you in for a paid personal day to recover from stress so you may better perform your duties in future. To facilitate in your recovery I am giving you leave to use my recreational doll “Herbert” as you please for the remainder of the day. Should any permanent damage come to it while in your care you will be taken to task accordingly.


        Best wishes, Glenn


        Renard’s heart pounded in his chest as thoughts of being given permission to enact his twisted fantasy filled his mind. He folded the note neatly and placed it next to the body of the dead ribbon-clad boy, and reaching out with trembling paws felt both great big handfuls of its ass. He pressed a thumb into the doll’s loose pucker, feeling the slack insides and stretching it wide to get a look at the pink presentation.


        Without fear of reprisal he unzipped his pants and shook his hefty cock free, laying it on Herbert’s plump bottom. He was already leaking profusely, and on giving the dead wolf several firm slaps with his dick pressed it into his backside and entered him. The feeling was indescribable, and after all this time watching and desiring Renard knew he could say, definitively, that this was indeed a gift well worth waiting for.