“Oh, how I despise waiting…” Glenn mumbled to himself, annoyance woven plainly into his expression as he struggled to hide his growing erection..

	He had spent the past half year lying low, trying not to arouse suspicion at the mounting number of missing persons in his general vicinity. His young age had served him well up until now, most dismissing his potential involvement out of hand as he was simply a child, but as a 15 year old developing towards adulthood it was becoming harder to hide behind that mask. It was a frustration that was made all the more palpable by the fact that he, once again, had his eyes on a strapping teenager, and once Glenn found himself desiring something it would command his thoughts until he had it.

	“Being fit is one thing, but god did you have to be so attractive too...?” Glenn said under his breath as he both simultaneously massaged his now stiff prick through his pants whilst trying to hide it from those in the bleachers around him.

	His name was Martin; he had quickly risen through the ranks to become ace pitcher for his high school, making a name for himself from nearly the day he moved here. The heavily-furred malamute wore a handsome, almost jolly expression at nearly all times, even when focusing at the pitcher’s mound. His thick, snowy coat belied a firm and well-toned body that had been sculpted into shape over time with dutiful attention. In short, he was nearest to perfection incarnate as Glenn was willing to grant.

His fluffy bi-color tail balanced neatly above his tight glutes, currently tensing as he wound up to make his pitch. The follow-through was like poetry in motion, his biceps curling into a firm ball that seemed large even for the malamute, tall for his age as he was. As he leaned into his throw his body uncoiled, pushing out the stored energy that seemed to emanate from his entire body. His muscles shifted gracefully as his body unwound, his forearm firing off like a piston as the ball left his carefully placed fingers. The spin of the ball could be seen for only a moment before, it seemed, it had reached the catcher’s glove with a hard, audible thud.

	“Strike three!”

	The crowd went from clamor to cacophony as the attendees stood to deafen Glenn with their raucous cheers. Glenn’s annoyance intensified as his lovely view of Martin became blocked by fur and scale, a rather chubby pair of classmates perfectly blocking his view as they roared in celebration. He didn’t dare stand to regain his viewpoint, as much as he’d like to, as his erection threatened to burst through his zipper if he made the attempt.

 He didn’t much care if the others saw him ogling the young lad on the field; he had long ago grown immune to their petty jests and jabs. He couldn’t, however, risk standing out anymore than he already did amongst his classmates. While adults took little mind to him and his fellow students expected oddities from him as had been the norm for years now, it only took one report and a single investigation to potentially ruin his operation. It was hard, however, not to imagine his fellow classmate’s perfect body, depicting him in his mind with no clothes and dead, glassy eyes. Despite a growing wet blotch of pre in his underwear he reluctantly quit his rubbing and attempted to clear his mind of the lewd imagery.

As the talks of going to state and the excitement in who was responsible for what play died down Glenn made a rash, split-second decision spurred on by the instant gratification demanded by his loins. He cupped his smartwatch in his hands in an attempt to keep out prying eyes and began to type, his heart racing and his breath heavy as he shakily entered in his command.

“new student - the ace pitcher - martin - collect him” he anxiously mouthed in silence as he hit send on each message.

“Understood.” came the reply from Renard.

Renard had been his most trusted and perhaps only true confidant, the posh red fox scarcely old enough to be considered a man and closest of Glenn’s past servants in age to him. More importantly, however, was his involvement in Glenn’s less than legal activities, up to and including aiding and abetting in Glenn’s murder of the boys that had since become his sex toy dolls. Renard was no stranger to getting his hands dirty, and he had a certain admiration of Glenn’s remarkable genius when it came to his morbid obsessions.

The butler had a vested interest in Glenn’s happiness and well-being for his own sake as well, as the two of them would go down together if either were ever caught. The threat of discovery never stopped the young man from happily going as far as murder for reasons beyond that, however. He had, over a rather short period of time, developed an increasing lust for the teenage bodies Glenn had successfully made into sex dolls over the years. His dark desire to partake in necrophilia had spurred the fox on more than any promissory note of wealth or grant of power could have sated, and in this they shared a strong bond of common interest. It was this interest that had brought Renard to finally move in with Glenn, the only other person residing directly on the premises with the cat’s blessing.

With the deed done and Martin’s fate sealed Glenn finally made his way down from his perch atop the rearmost row of the bleachers. They had thinned considerably in the time since the game ended, though some still mulled about. The black cat no longer bothered with civility or repression and held no fear of consequences as his mind became clouded with lewd, forbidden thoughts. As he marched his way down the center row he paid no attention at all to the few gawkers who noticed his hard-on pressing against his trousers. The only thing on his mind now was preparing for a long, wonderful, macabre night.

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	“No response from Renard.” Glenn said to no one for the thousandth time as he clicked the smartwatch off before rubbing his eyes.

	The sun had set some hours past, how many Glenn was painfully aware of as he checked his watch every several minutes. He had already been gone by the time the cat arrived home, and Glenn knew better than to disturb a fox on the prowl. Better he not risk disturbing him and potentially compromising him in the middle of an abduction attempt he knew, though the waiting was horrendous all the same.

	He turned back to the device he had been up all night working on; an endoskeleton lay before him, shining and sleek yet unfinished. It had already been fitted to his best estimates to match Martin’s frame, but until the handsome boy was nice and dead and he had the body for proper measurements he knew there wasn’t much more he could do with the device. He picked up a monkey wrench, placed it on a bolt, and sighed as he loosened and retightened it. He had done this near to a thousand times as well, and the exercise had long since stopped serving to soothe his nerves.

	The tiny vibration in his wrist startled him deeply and in his panic he sent the wrench flying backwards behind him. He regained his composure quickly at the embarrassing mishap, mentally attempting to explain it away as something he meant to do. Quickly regaining his composure turned his watch on with an added layer of a forced nonchalant demeanor to overcompensate for being startled.

	“I’ve arrived. - The lab. - Regards.” the message read in Glenn’s mind, setting off a fireworks display of emotions.

	He picked himself up off the desk and half-sprinted half-skipped down the hallway, an uncharacteristic display for the usually brooding and serious cat. Six months of deprivation from adding to his collection had done a number on the boy genius and he was eager to finally submit another. Adding to his excitement was the chance to finally attempt to use a serum he had concocted several years back but never had a proper opportunity to use, one that would cause a heart attack upon its recipient reaching climax. He had settled on that as the method by which he would take Martin’s life, and he could scarcely wait to do so.

	As he strode into the lab, barely a minute gone by since receiving the message, he found Renard waiting patiently in the middle of the cold, sterile, chrome-colored room. Behind Renard lay a rather dense pile of corpses, toys from Glenn’s past excursions that either required cleaning or repair. Renard stood with his arms resting behind his back carrying an almost bored expression on his face, as if a literal pile of dead bodies as tall as him didn’t reside directly next to him.

In front of the red fox lay the squirming body of Martin, his arms and legs trussed up and his mouth gagged with a thick white rag. To Glenn’s glee the boy was wearing a faux baseball outfit, cut low and somewhat effeminately to show off Martin’s remarkably sexy musculature. The shirt covered only half of his sizable pectorals, failing to even to cover far enough down to prevent his pink nipples from showing. His cleats were cut open, revealing his succulent toes, a particular treat for the eyes for a foot fetishist like Glenn. It was as revealing as something could be whilst still being called a baseball uniform.

“Would you like to meet them, Mr. Martin? You are our honored guest, after all. Jake, would you like to say hello? Kyle? Ah, I’m sorry Martin, I’m afraid they’re a bit shy. But don’t fret; you’ll get to know them once you’ve joined the family. Come now, you two, there’s no need to be rude.” Renard said, his dry sense of humor completely lost on his audience as he pulled free two arms from the pile and used them to wave, those present being too terrified to comprehend or very much dead.

Glenn didn’t even acknowledge Renard or his macabre attempt at a joke as he trotted over to the Alaskin malamute’s side. His eyes were transfixed on the terrified teenager, a hunger in his eyes as they poured over the shivering body. Every contraction and relaxation of the boy’s body only served to cause Glenn to salivate further and further, his mind wandering to thoughts of seeing those muscles loose and dead forever. He was already sporting a formidable tent by the time he finally addressed his butler.

“Did he give you much trouble? Were you seen?” Glenn asked without looking at the fox, his hands beginning to wander along the contours of the hogtied high schooler’s bound-together legs.

“No, sir. He’s rather more stupid than he looks.” Renard replied, his posture unchanging though his own erection had begun to argue with his suit pants as it fought for freedom upon the sight before him.

“Fetch the serum and apply it.” Glenn said dismissively, still not bothering to so much as look at his servant transfixed as he was.

Glenn wasted no further words with Renard. His hands massaged along the firm tone of the ace pitcher as he half-heartedly tried to squirm away, the unfortunate abductee unsure of whether or not he should attempt escape in his confined circumstances. Glenn took advantage of his hesitation to place a hand on his groin, fondling the boy’s sizable cock and balls through his tight baseball shorts. To his delight he found no cup blocking his ability to feel up his prize, and with an added level of vigor his opposite hand slid its way up Martin’s side to slide under the boy’s pant leg, grabbing a thick handful of warm asscheek. As he proceeded to molest Martin he imagined the warmth escaping his body, leaving behind a lifeless corpse fit only for fucking.

Renard returned with a small syringe balanced carefully between his fingers. He cleared his throat to get Glenn’s attention, drawing a quiet but still audible sigh from the teen as he stood to retrieve the delivery system from him. Martin watched wide-eyed as he noticed the needle trade hands, the threat of the mysterious red solution causing his flight instinct to kick in. He struggled with fervor as the exchange was made, and nearly managed a sitting position before the fox butler sat down on top of him, pinning the teenager down as  Glenn approached with the ruby liquid.

As the needle approached Martin’s neck his screaming protests became louder despite the gag, though they remained unintelligible. Renard had placed his hands down on the boy’s head and chest in an attempt to hold him still, but even through his own weight and the hogtie Martin’s strong body still managed to wriggle about. The malamute’s goin rubbed against Renard’s backside as he pressed down against him, the consequence of which pushed Renard further into arousal as his blush attempted to pierce the veil of his vibrant fur.

Glenn attempted and retreated from Martin’s neck several times, afraid he would miss his mark as the boy resisted against the cold sterile steel. Out of frustration Glenn too attempted to hold the boy’s head down firmly before finally pressing the needle in and ejecting the syringe’s contents. He felt certain he had made the mark as Martin made a pitiable, muffled cry into his gag. A moment was all it took to empty the vial, and with its contents expended it rolled across the cold lab floor.

“Hah, there! Well now, my dear, you’ve been shot with a dose of a serum of my making. Not only serving as a powerful aphrodisiac, it also has a built-in killswitch, if you will. Namely, should you orgasm within the next hour or so, you will undergo cardiac arrest and perish. Oh, and you will orgasm.” Glenn said in a knowing, malicious tone as he ogled the boy’s body, not quite acknowledging his pleading gaze.

He motioned for Renard to stand, a command which the butler did only reluctantly, a command he for once was unkeen on following. His rather effeminate bottom brushed against the tent Martin was painfully pitching one last time before stepping away from the boy to observe as a passive bystander despite his own need growing in his trousers. Glenn quickly took his place as the serum began to pacify Martin, a tangential side effect of the aphrodisiac of the muddled mixture, and one Glenn was happy for.

Glenn slid his hands under the malamute’s tight baseball slacks, fondling his rock-hard member for a moment as he committed the warm feeling in his pulsing dick to memory. He  pivoted his hands and began sliding the boy’s pants down with an effort, his hefty member finally revealing itself upon escaping its cloth prison. It stood easily on its own, already leaking pre as the canine moaned in a low muffled voice as his  pre-slicked cock was put on display for present to see.

He could only remove the pants as far as the ropes which bound the teen would go. He loosened one knot to give just enough slack to pull Martin’s hefty balls free, the warm globes balancing neatly atop the stretched fabric of his shorts. Having gone as far as he could Glenn instead moved down to make a show of sliding off his cleats, slowly revealing long black socks that stretched as far as Martin’s thighs.

With a giddy, almost uncharacteristically dopey look on his face Martin peeled away the thigh-highs to reveal the malamute’s soft feet, calluses surprisingly scarce across the surface of his footpads. Martin no longer made protest as Glenn’s tongue began to dance between his toes, savoring the rare moment of sucking on feet not yet attached to the cold and deceased. He licked along the underside of Martin’s feet and between them as he unzipped and pulled his own prick out, stroking it several times as he toyed with the condemned boy’s feet. He had to pause his pace, however, to keep himself from shooting too early as he mused about how he felt as if he had been the one who had taken the serum.

Glenn pulled Martin’s feet to his groin, allowing him to lay in a more relaxed position. Their eyes met across the surface of Martin’s body, his dick pulsing painfully hard between their locked gaze, as Glenn pressed his dick between the malamute’s soft feet. He pumped slowly into them, their being tied together serving to make the gap all the more tight, as he watched the show unfolding in Martin’s expression. The boy was a mixed bag of emotions, fear chief among them as lust filled in his features as well. He wriggled from time to time, sometimes jostling Glenn’s dick and brushing against his balls, eliciting a satisfied moan from the black cat.

Glenn rubbed along the contours of the boy’s feet as he continued to slide his cock between them, easing himself into it so as to prolong his own pleasure. He noted that Martin, too, seemed to be getting off to the act a bit too much, though whether merely a consequence of an overly potent dosage or a perversion the boy secretly held Glenn could not say. With each thrust forward Martin’s member bounced with a need for release, his mixed pain-pleasure expression making it evident he was trying desperately to hold out against orgasm.

The view of the powerful boy turned pitiful victim drove Glenn onwards, his pace picking up as his breath quickened. As he fucked the teen’s feet his eyes began to flutter and his vision began to blur, and he felt his climax fast approaching. As he felt himself tipping over the edge he rocked his hips harder and held Martin’s feet tighter, casting off any pretense of restraint as he slapped away at the boy’s extremities. WIth a wheezy moan Glenn arched his back and fired off his load, bursts of hot, sticky seed finding their way onto the struggling boy’s legs and ballsack as he lost himself to pleasure.

In the very next moment Glenn was lying in a haze on his back, his head striking the cold floor as a ringing sound reverberated in his head. His eyes attempted to get a handle on what had happened before his brain could catch up, and in his confusion Glenn made out Martin kicking his way to his feet, his legs completely free, the look of a wild once-caged animal set free worn across his face even through the gag he still wore. His eyes met Glenn’s  and the cat’s half-lidded eyes saw daggers being stared back at him.

Though Martin’s arms were still tied he had managed to break free of the restraints holding his legs, a consequence of Glenn’s own hubris in loosening his lower bindings he managed to realize as his brain sluggishly caught back up with reality. Martin made for a maddening sight, his revealing baseball outfit half removed and his cock jutting out and standing proudly at attention as his powerful legs propelled him towards the frazzled cat. The ace pitcher, it seemed, had no intention of going down without a fight.

As a stomp that threatened to break a neck came barreling down on him Glenn only just managed to roll onto his side, narrowly avoiding the slick foot that came barreling down a mere inch from his throat. He lost sight of Martin for a moment in the maneuver, and when he had completed his too-sluggish turn-over he saw the heel of a foot already winding up for another strike. A moment of panic swept over Glenn as he realized he didn’t have enough time to dodge it, and he winced against the expected impact. Halfway to hitting its mark, however, Martin’s leg jerked harshly up, and his heel came crashing down just above Glenn’s head before sliding backwards several feet.

Glenn, his chest still pounding with the fear of impending demise, looked down to see Martin wide-eyed and struggling, his body jerking wildly from a pivot point in his neck. Behind him stood Renard, an intense expression on his face as he held a garrotte firm around the teenager’s throat. All the muscle in the world was useless with a lack of oxygen, and as the wire cut a bruise into the alaskin malamute’s neck his kicks began to weaken rapidly. Judging by Renard’s slow response he had been led to believe his potential victim was lacking in intelligence, but as Glenn steadily regained his faculties he saw Renard wasn’t making the same mistake twice. He carefully dodged Martin's attempts at retaliation, carefully monitoring the boy’s movements as he strangled the boy.

Glenn rubbed the back of his head gingerly as he watched the boy’s struggles weaken, his kicks steadily settling down into little more than fidgets as his oxygen-deprived body began to shut down. His eyes struggled to stay wide and drool began forming through the cloth gag in his mouth. Glenn noticed his dick was still hard and throbbing, and in a moment of vicious inspiration he slowly eased his way over to the fellow high schooler. He dropped to his knees and took the boy’s dick in his mouth, brazenly meeting Martin’s fear-laced gaze once more as the boy’s energy reserves steadily depleted.

Glenn sucked Martin’s cock greedily with surprising care to his fellow student’s pleasure. He had one goal, and that was to see the boy cum. His struggles had been reduced to miniscule twitches as his ability to support himself diminished, the boy now being held upright by the garrote held in the fox’s hands alone. His cheeks were quickly becoming flush with blue tint even though his thick fur, and the cat knew he had little time left to exact his revenge in proper. Glenn’s head bobbed back and forth as his hand came up to fondle the malamute’s balls, his speed quickening and the boy’s cock pressing further and further into the throat that the malamute had attempted to crush just moments earlier.

	Glenn felt Martin’s loins tense up before hot seed poured into his throat, and as he pulled his head back to get a better view he saw the boy that had seemed on the verge of passing out just moments before shudder and convulse with renewed vigor. Pain read clearly on his expression and he shook violently for someone who had just been near motionless, and Glenn gained a high level of satisfaction in getting his revenge this way. Spurt after spurt of hot seed fired off from Martin’s dick as he shivered in pain, his chest heaving with the need to breathe as it expanded and collapsed for nothing. A few short moments of agony for the boy followed as his last orgasm died down until, finally, his entire body went slack against Renard’s chest, his eyes half-lidded and unseeing in death.

	Renard let the boy’s body down gently as he caught his breath. Glenn wiped the ejaculate from his lips as he moved to the boy’s limp body, finally lax and unmoving as Glenn had always wanted him. He began to untie the corpse, and its limbs flopped onto the ground as the body’s arms were finally cut loose. Glenn had a good chance to finally eye the boy’s musculature up close, feeling the hills and valleys of his abs as he made his way back down towards his nethers. He swung around and threw the fresh cadaver’s legs over his shoulders as he positioned his member against the now-loose entrance.

	Finally penetrating the boy was pure ecstacy in itself, the act he had so long craved for finally coming to fruition as his dick slid between the boy’s once-powerful glutes. Glenn moaned loudly as he gripped his arms around the slack thighs and began to ease his hips in and out of Martin’s loose hole. His pace picked up quickly, spurred on by the effects of the adrenaline he was still experiencing, and in short order the plaps of his thrusts echoed throughout the lab as he pounded away at the tender flesh.

	Renard had yet to let go of the garrotte wire, and judging by the wet spot in his pants he had been getting off on snuffing the life out of the teenage boy. When he finally let the garrotte fall to the ground he pulled his manhood free, one hand exploring the deep purple bruise the corpse now proudly sported, left there by the cruel wire that had cut into him for the sole purpose of ending his existence as a living breathing person. His free hand stroked his cock as he rubbed the deep bruise, his tongue wetting his lips as he looked lustfully at the evidence of the deed he had committed.

	After a few moments of admiring his handiwork Renard lifted the corpse’s head up to remove the gag, finally letting the boy’s tongue droop loosely from its moist confines. For once Renard did not ask permission as he held the dead boy’s head in both of his arms, sliding his cock into his slack mouth and closing his muzzle around it. He sighed lustfully, his eyes fluttering as his prick slid into the still-warm throat of the expired teen.

Glenn made no protest as the fox went about throat fucking the body’s handsome head, pulling the head forward and back on his dick far faster than a living person would be able to handle. Glenn on his end was hilting into the body over and over with a fervor to match Renard’s. His energy was quickly becoming drained by the dead weight that was Martin’s legs draped over his shoulders, and after enjoying this position for a few moments longer he pulled out and began to turn the body over. Renard, realizing what he was doing, silently pulled out momentarily to assist him in this endeavor.

They balanced Martin’s corpse on its knees, propping his ass up in the air whilst his chest laid upon the ground. His head was well positioned to receive Renard’s hard-on as he sat upon the ground, gravity naturally guiding his dick into the dead boy’s throat. Glenn lined himself up with Martin’s backside, his strong leg muscles now limp and useless as he pounded against him.  His balls gleefully slapped against the corpse’s as he rocked his hips into it, his need for release growing with each passing moment. 

The two spitroasted the dead body for a good while, pausing as their orgasm approached to settle down, each seemingly trying to match the other’s pace. While normally Glenn wouldn’t treat Renard as an equal, he had been incredibly useful not only in acquiring what was now a lifeless lump of meat to fuck but in also assisting in his cover-ups. He felt Renard had earned a spot at the inaugural use of his new toy, though the curious desire he seemed to share with his butler in reaching orgasm together was something new, foreign, and exciting to him.

Their moans quickened with their pace, and together they could sense the other approaching climax. With a guttural sigh Renard pulled out and began ejaculating all over Martin’s body’s face, careful not to leave his seed in the still as of yet unpreserved body. The sight of those unblinking eyes being soaked with semen sent Glenn over the edge, he too choosing to pull out of the relaxed hole and paint the cadaver’s ass with his cum. The two floated in ecstasy as they poured ropes of hot, sticky cum onto the malamute’s handsome fur,  leaving slimy streaks in it as their orgasms began to wind down. By the teme they were done the body was a well-coated mess, and the two leaned back to catch their breath as their heads swam through the hazy sea of pleasure.

“You...need to....preserve it.” Glenn said unnecessarily, more in an effort to get a hold of himself than as a direct order.

“Yes… At once, sir.” Renard replied, trying to stay professional even after the morbid act he had just committed.

Their eyes turned to the body-sized vats of green fluid that lined the far wall. One would house Martin for some time, during which he would be transformed into a permanent, well-preserved sex doll. The teenager that was once a powerful, proud ace pitcher would forever be a cum deposit box for Glenn, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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	“It is done, young master. Your new doll is waiting for you in your bedchamber.” said Renard, interrupting Glenn’s chemical ministrations with the news.

	“Oh, good! Excellent!” Glenn said, throwing off his safety goggles. 

	The fox would not be invited to this romp, Glenn had long decided. While he appreciated his butler’s help and enthusiasm, this sexual excursion would be for him alone, and it wa time for him to get some alone time with his sex dolls. He trotted the short way up to his wide bedchamber and, throwing open the door, saw not only the tall, strong body of the malamute Martin, but also the blue wolf Herbert’s body as well as the azure-scaled body of the reptilian Achak from previous excursions.

	Glenn kicked his clothes off and practically leaped onto the bed, snuggling in close with Herbert’s doll and kissing the dead boy deeply. His eyes looked lovingly into the glassy stare that came back at him as his tongue swirled about the lifeless muscle. His dick rubbed against the flaccid dick and inert balls of his plaything, frotting the younger teen’s body feeling exquisite to the morbidly obsessed teen. He lifted Herbert’s legs, finding them much easier to handle than Martin’s had been.

	His dick slid steadily into Herbert’s surprisingly tight hole, though the youth he died paired against Glenn’s dick size growing with age leaving a nice grip on his shaft despite the lack of tensed muscles. Herbert’s body bounced in steady rhythm with Glenn’s thrusts,  his head bobbing along with the mattress shakes as he worked himself into a nice steady pace. He pushed Herbert’s ankles back behind his ears, an easy thing to do for a dead person, putting him in one of Glenn’s favorite sex positions. From here he was more able to easily penetrate the boy deeply, slapping into his backside as the fleshy sounds of fucking filled the room. 

He was surprised at how much smaller Herbert seemed with each passing year as he grew distant from him in age. What he loved so dearly about his dolls wasn’t just their lifeless eyes, dopey expressions and limp bodies, it was being able to capture a drop of immortality vicariously through them. Being forever frozen at the tender age they died at meant Glenn could experience using them at the perfect age he desired again, and again, and again. He showed Herbert’s corpse what this meant to him as he pounded furiously away at the doll’s butthole.

As he felt himself getting closer and closer to climax he leaned in close to Herbert’s body, kissing him deeply once again as he had done so many, many times before. Though he had murdered Herbert years ago now he still remained a passionate favorite of Glenn’s, and as he was forever preserved he likely would always remain so. As his thrusts became uncoordinated and wild he moaned lewdly into Herbert’s mouth and released, ejecting great dollops of cum into the body. He broke the kiss, panting heavily as he pulled out. As always, Herbert had the same perfect, neutral expression he always had, forever frozen in time.

He wasted little time in moving to Achak, the dead dragon decked out head to toe in lovely iridescent red scales. He positioned himself over the dead boy’s face, pinning the boy’s face in position with his legs before pressing his slick dick into his mouth. As he did this he leaned down to suckle on his toes. He noted that this, too, was much easier now than in the past as he put on a bit of height with age. He was plenty happy for it as he licked and sucked on the body’s scaly feet with ease.

He licked and slurped at the boy’s feet, enjoying the unique texture a dragon had to offer him. Just as good was the body’s lack of resistance as he gleefully pounded away at his muzzle,  trying to get himself off as hard and fast as he could. He licked along the contours of Achak’s toes, the balls of his feet, the heels, savoring every moment as the trip took his tongue to the end of the boy’s feet and back again before swapping to the other one. Every so often a toe would slip out of his mouth with a lewd pop as he caught his breath before he returned to lapping and sucking at it.

	It seemed that with every moment his tongue spent dragging across the body’s feet and toes he drew a moment closer to orgasm, the effect serving to double his arousal. As he felt himself reach the precipice he leaned down hard to suck on his toes, using the effort to brace against the climax that hit him like a truck. He rammed his cock into the corpse’s mouth, spewing his load into the dragon’s mouth. Still cumming he pulled himself free, stroking the last of his seed out as it dribbled onto Achak’s face. When he finally finished  the boy’s face and unblinking eyes were dappled with splotches of his warm, white cum.

	For the finale he finally shifted over to Martin, the malamute the only one of the three dolls present taller than Glenn. Much taller, he noted, and strong as well as he caressed the dead boy’s muscles. He looked peaceful, his expression almost akin to happiness as he pressed his lips to the dead boy’s. He had longed to do this, and finally having the opportunity to was bliss incarnate. His tongue protruded from his own, deepening the kiss for a moment, feeling the limp tongue before dragging it out and down his neck to his firm, furry chest.

	He spent some time teasing the doll’s nipples flicking his tongue across them, pinching them between his fingers, and sucking on them eagerly. They felt good perched atop the dead body’s pectorals, and the sensation drove Glenn to want more. He went down further, pressing the corpse’s legs apart to get at his impressive member, even when flaccid, and hefty pair of eggs. He fondled his big balls as he sucked on the dead body’s flaccid cock, the cold flaccid sensation far different from the previous time he had sucked Martin’s deck.

After he had made the doll’s penis nice for himself he moved down to take his balls in his mouth. He suckled on Martin’s orbs passionately, rolling them about in his mouth, letting them pop out before putting them back in, and even sucking them like one would a dick. He was not gentle with the body’s orbs, but then he didn’t have to be for a dead boy. He stroked himself back to erect as he worked on the boy’s ballsack and dick, and when he felt finally ready he let them slip out of his mouth with one last dramatic pop.

For his final explorative test he brought himself to the edge of the bed and carefully picked up Martin’s limp feet and brought them to his lips. He kissed the pads of his cold feet lovingly, enjoying their rough surface. His years as an athlete were evident through his callouses, and as Glenn took the body’s big toes in his mouth his member throbbed in appreciation.

He sucked Martin’s toes gleefully, his dick dripping with pre as his tongue darted between the gaps in them, swirling in zig-zags as he worked his way down to the smaller ones. He let the corpse’s right leg fall pitifully to the bed, the limb bouncing once before coming to rest inertly below the cat. Glenn eased himself higher up on Martin’s body so that his manhood rubbed against the sole of the dead boy’s foot, the tip of his dick brushing against the rough contours of Martin’s appendage.

As he prodded at the body’s foot he kept the other in his mouth, his eyes flitting upwards as he felt himself march closer and closer towards release. He slurped and suckled, rubbed and poked, until both of the corpse’s feet became slick with Glenn’s juices. After only a brief time of this Glenn felt his orgasm threatening to force itself, and before he reached his peak he let the other foot fall from his mouth with an audible slurp, the trail of saliva that connected the two persisting briefly before breaking as the foot reached the bed and leaned lazily to one side.

	With an overwhelming sensation of adoration he leaned on Martin, chest-to-chest, and began humping against the doll’s groin. As they grinded together Glenn tilted the sightless head down to meet his gaze once more as he had done several times when the boy still lived. He hugged the powerful body to him, his expression tender and loving, and with a passionate moan he kissed the dead body as he came, his semen making lewd noises as the two bodies grinded against one another. He held this moment as long as he could, rocking his hips back and forth as he kissed the doll lovingly, before his orgasm finally died down and, with it, what energy he had left. He fell asleep there, in a loving embrace, with his arms coiled around the body of his handsome high school crush, a moment forever captured in time.

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	Several days had passed since Martin’s sudden disappearance from school. Glenn had returned to his act of a posh outsider, doing absolutely nothing out of the ordinary for a spoiled rich son of equally spoiled rich parents. Which is to say he did nothing outside of the walls of his mansion that he wasn’t required to do.

	He had spent much of the intervening time working on Martin’s endoskeleton. He had been trying to find a way to give the now-autonomous body more direct commands without the need for an entirely unique and clunky controller system, something sleek and simple enough that he would have with him at any given time. He had settled on fiddling with a phone app, making a discrete purpose-built program to control his sex dolls’ robotic innards from without, disguised as a simple robotic operator application. Sadly the medium proved hard to manage, and as he looked with great indignation upon Martin’s body fidgeting aimlessly on the floor of his lab he resigned himself to the notion that the program would take significantly longer to develop to an appropriate level.

	He heard the ping of his watch, knowing it could only be Renard finally returning home. He swiped off the manual control of the app, returning Martin’s body to its auto mode. Before it could climb to its feet, however, he flicked the off button on his program. Martin’s body ceased immediately, returning once again to a lifeless malamute corpse lying prone on the floor of his lab.

Though he usually despised being interrupted, for once he welcomed the distraction. It was a means to escape from frustration, and without bothering to read the message he spun on his heels and marched out of his laboratory. He took the elevator up, opening into the false wall it hid behind. There awaited the lithe red fox, for once wearing not an expression of pure stoicism as the corners of his mouth were set in an uncharacteristic frown. Glenn felt oddly tall as he approached his butler, for the first time realizing that he had grown nearly to the same height as his ward despite Renard having several years on the cat. The feeling left a queer sensation of disassociation; it felt as if the carefree, invincible boy he had so recently been had, at some point unbeknownst to him, ceased to be, replaced by a man coupled with all the burdens that came with the ripening of age.

“My apologies. Young master, you should know there has been an investigation launched into the whereabouts of a missing boy,  the ace pitcher of your particular high school. I believe the name was Martin? There are men at the door who are requesting you for an interview.” Renard said one rainy evening in the same droll, hard to read tone he often carried himself with.

Glenn tensed up, his heart rate picking up speed. He knew the consequences of breaking his cover and taking a risk for the instant gratification was a dangerous prospect, though hearing an investigation had been launched now turned his stomach into knots. He was surprised at his own reaction, and for a moment he was at a loss for words.

“A-and?” was all he could manage.

“And,” Renard said before pausing, pointing to his chest with his thumb rather dramatically during the gap in speech, “I applaud them for attempting to get to the bottom of this tragic disappearance. You, of course, will have little to offer them, sir. After all, you were home the entire day and night of his disappearance.” Renard said matter-of-factly.

Realization began to dawn on Glenn as he spoke with carefully measured words.

“...Of course. I’ve aspirations well above the high school level, and it’s a triviality for me at this point. As you know I rarely leave the estate. Am I the only one being requested? I don’t see what I could have to offer them, though of course I’ll help where I can.” Glenn said with renewed confidence.

“I very much doubt you are the sole person being called upon for interrogation, sir. They are merely doing their due diligence. If you don’t mind me saying sir, this place seems rather dangerous. Do you not think we should consider moving estates?” Renard asked with seemingly real enthusiasm.

“Move? For what? A few disappearances out of how many thousands of people in how many years?  Bad things happen, Renard, no matter where you go. I’ll not turn tail and run from my home at a statistical inevitability.” Glenn said in an equally genuine tone.

“But do you not think it dangerous for someone of your stature to stay here? Surely your parents would provide the funds necessary to-”

“Renard. We have done more than merely make a name for ourselves here; we have made bonds everlasting, acquaintanceships that will well outlast any one life. This is my home, Renard. Fetch my coat.”  Glenn said, no longer lacking an ounce of bravado.

“Is home truly worth the potential cost should the worst come to pass?” Renard said, looking down disdainfully at the small lump in his vest.

There was a pause as Glenn carefully donned his expensive, well-fitted overcoat. As he turned to face the rain pounding at the doors that divided the outside world from his own Renard pulled a black umbrella out and opened it preemptively above the two of them, stepping beside his young charge. What normally would be a portent of bad luck, in this instance, was more akin to a dare than any negative expectation of what was to come. As the two strode confidently in tandem to meet the storm Glenn spoke.

“Anywhere is dangerous, Renard, but only one place is home.”