Closed Casket

Slade rings the door bell to the address listed on the husky's ID card. That husky sure was fun the other night, but he has a promise to keep, and that is finish off the rest of Kyle's family, and he's chosen the weekend to do it. After a few moments the door open and there stands a very nice looking MILF husky with a happy smile on her face. "Hello there. Can I help you." she asks win a sweet voice. 

Slade lowers his ears and tries to look as sad as he can for the mother "Yes mam, I um, I was a friend of Kyle's." he takes his hat off and holds it near his tummy. "We went to school together." The husky opens the door and holds back tears in her eyes. The had already found the body of the boy in the alley the night before, and the family was dealing with the loss.

Kyle's mother steps aside "Please young man, come in, come in." Slade nods his head and steps inside.

"Thank you mam. Kyle spoke very nicely about to you. He was a good buddy. I wish I had hung out with him a bit more. But, I'm here to give something to Justin." Slade reaches into his pocket, pulling his chained wallet out and flipping through it before producing a baseball card he took from Kyle's wallet. He shows the favored card to his mother and says "Kyle traded me this last week, but, I would like to give it to Justin, so he can remember his brother by it." 

The heartbroken mother looks at the card and cracks, letting out a sob as she passes it back and nods her head "Go right ahead, His brother is upstairs." she turns and walks into the kitchen without another word, to hide her grief and sorrow from the body. Slade's ears remain laid back, a sad look even on his face as she walks way, seeing her in so much pain cause of what he did. His ears perk as she around the corner, and a smile forms on his face as he looks at the stairs, his plan working out quite well so far.

Slade trots himself up the stairs to the second floor and hears the sounds coming from one of the rooms. He peeks inside to find a 5 year old boy playing with his toy school buss, rolling it around on the floor. "Justin?" Slade says, drawing the small husky's attention. The husky looks up at the bigger mouse boy and smiles, giving a friendly wag of his tail. Slade smiles and closes the door quietly. "Hey buddy, i was a friend of your brothers." 

"You knew Kyle?" he asks with ears perked, too young to understand the meaning of death the boy doesn't look sad at all. "Kyle is my big brother!" he says with pride. Slade grins widely and ruffles the boy's head fur as he kneels down beside him. 

"Yes he was wasn't he. You know, just before Kyle died, I was walking to him, and he said, he wanted you to have a closed casket at your funeral." he nods, openly saying things to the boy that he is pretty sure the kid wont understand. Indeed Justin looks confused.

"Whats a casket." he asks the mouse, no longer playing with his toys as he sits on the floor. 

Slade leans back on his side and props himself up with an elbow, relaxing, and still wondering just how he is going to dispatch the little guy. "Well buddy, when you die, you get put into a coffin, or a casket. and when you go to church, everyone gets to have a chance to walk up and see you one last time, to say goodbye. But, when the person is really hurt, like in a car crash or a fire, well they cant let people look at you, so they close the casket so no one can see. You understand?"

Justin blinks and listens to the mouse, and surprisingly looks like he understands "Is my big brother going to be a closed casket then like me?" the boy asks.

"Oh no little man, his casket will be open. Cause he asked for that." 

Justin gives a soft whimper "How come mine has to be closed, I wanna be open like Kyle's." he protests, wanting to mimic his brother, his own personal hero.

Slade smiles toothily and reaches out to rub the little husky's ears "Awwww, I know you do. But he chose the open casket, so that means I have to make sure you're a closed casket when you die." he smiles and toys with the boy's mental ability, to just see if he'll catch on to what he's leading up too.

The door to the room opens, and Kyle's mom peeks inside. "I'm sorry dear. I'm, still not in the best shape, what was your name again, I don't think I caught it?" 

Slade smiles up happily and says "It's Slade mam."

She nods her head "Well Slade, we are having hamburgers for dinner tonight, you're welcome to stay if you would like." 

Slade grins toothily "That sounds really good mam. If you'd like I can come downstairs and give you a hand. I'd just like to talk to Justin for a bit longer if you don't mind.."

She smiles, thinking the mouse is such a sweet well mannered boy. "Of course dear." she sniffles and closes the door. Slade looks back at Justin and reaches a hand up to pet his face, drawing a smile from the cub.

The husky boy looks at the mouse and says "Do I REALLY have to have a closed casket?" his ears lay back against his head, a look of hope in his eyes that he might be able to whine his way out of it. It's apparent the boy just doesn't pick what the mouse is suggesting, but it's still cute to Slade.

The mouse chuckles and nods "Yep, no way out of it. Sooo, I've been here thinking, what I'm gonna have to do, to make sure you have a closed casket funeral." he scoots over closer "You ever been to a Mexican birthday?" he asks Justin. The boy shakes his head of course. "Well they have a game, where they take a pinnate, and the birthday boy beats it with a stick until it breaks an all the candy falls out of it."

Justin's eyes light up "YEAH, they have LOTS of candy in them, and everyone dog piles in to try and grab some." he bounces a bit on his rump excitedly. 

Slade just smiles wider and nods "Yeah, you're pretty smart Justin. Well, what I was thinking is, maybe you would be the pinata, and I could hang you with some rope, and the beat you with your baseball bat over there. After that, you'd surely have closed casket for sure!" he tries to sound excited about the prospect to confuse the boy.

Justin blinks an looks at his baseball bat. "I don't wanna get hit by my bat, it'll hurt." he nods his head, stating it like it's an unknown fact. 

The predator mouse just smiles and giggles "Of course it will hurt, but I promised your brother before I stomped on his throat, I'd give you a closed casket funeral, and I can't go back on my promise can I? That would make me a bad mouse right?"

Justin leans back and looks at the mouse differently now, his mouth hangs open as his little mind replays what the mouse just said and thinks upon it. Justin's ears lay back again his head. "Slade.... did you kill my big brother?" the boy looks sad as he asks that. 

Slade just smiles wider and nods his head "Yup, I sure did. I beat him up in an alley, I made him suck my penis for a good while while I held a gun to his head. We played a game, and he lost though, he had a few minutes to suck me all the way off, or I got to kill him, he lost. So I killed him. And now I am here with you, so we can play that same game, but a little differently." he ruffles the boy's head fur "Don't worry, it'll be fun!" he say and sounds excited, the mouse stands up and gets to his feet.

Justin just looks up at the rodent with a bit of hesitation. What he says sound scary, but he looks so happy about it. Slade motions for Justin to get to his feet and he does. The little husky whimpers as he stands, not sure he is going to like this game if it ends with him being a pinnate.

Murring and licking his lips, the mouse's pants are left bulging because he knows this is going to be fucking epic. He shivers and has a hard time holding back. "So first thing we have to do, is take off all our clothes. You and me, we have to be in our fur." Slade starts to undress first, taking his hat, shirt, vest, shoes, everything off, but he leaves his many silver piercings in. Justin feels a bit shy and doesn't start undressing right away. Slade see this and kneels "Whats wrong buddy?"

The husky sniffles "I miss my brother, I wish he was here." he steps forward and wraps his arms around the mouses bare neck, pressing to his chest. Slade erfs at first but then quickly awws and coos into the boy's ears, holding him back "Hey, you don't have to worry, you wont be missing him for long buddy, cause after your closed casket funeral, you'll be seeing him again. Your mommies will be there too!" Justin's head pulls back and looks at Slade.

"REALLY!" the mouse seems to have sparked the boy's imagination. "I'll get to see my big brother again." 

"Of course you will! Why do you think I'm gonna do this to you? I can't leave you without a big brother can I, that would just be wrong." 

Justin giggles and starts taking off his cloths, knowing when it's all done, he gets to see his big brother again. Slade shivers from head to toe, finally seeing the boy trust him and follow his lead. Little ones are so easily manipulated, but it's so much fun to see the look and spark of life in their eyes, before he takes it from them. Slade strips out of his shorts, and stands there with his erection jutting in the air. Justin's eyes find that poke of pink meat he stares at it in awe of it's size. Slade places his hands on his hip and flexes his dick, making it bounce. It makes Justin giggle. "Wow, you're really big Slade." he says.

"Yup, I think I am too. Your brother thought so too. So your brother took his turn sucking on my dick here, I think it's only fair you do too." he says to the boy. Justin's first reaction is one of disgust as the smell of raw male musk hits his nose. It's not unpleasant, it's just not sweet and a normal scent he is used to smelling.

"I don't wanna put it in my muzzle, it'll taste yucky."

"No it doesn't. TSK! Oh that is riiiight, I remember Kyle telling me that you wouldn't play this game. Well.. that's okay, this is a big boy's game, Kyle was brave and all, he tried his best too." Slade reaches down to pick up his clothes and Justin whimpers in protest. 

"Nooooo, no.. wait." Slade pauses and stands back up, allowing the boy time to reconsider. Justin looks up at Slade and then at his big yiffer again. Slade steps up to Justin and gently cups the boy's head.

"It's okay Justin, it doesn't taste yucky, Kyle did it, and so can you, be a big husky boy. Get on your knees, mkay?" Justin kneels down as he's told, and Slade gently pulls on the boy's head who comes closer and closer. "Open your mouth Justin." he whispers and strokes his ears, encouraging him. Those lips part and Slade slowly guides his dick between those lips. When the wet heat of that mouth closes around him he murrs loudly "That's it boy now suck on it like a peice of candy. Lick it with your tongue." he keeps his hand on the boy's head, stroking his ears.

Slade has to pause to just to look around and savor the moment, here he is, in a 5 year olds room, getting his dick sucked, and this is after he killed the boy's older brother. Mom is downstairs making him burgers, and he has ever intention of beating this cub to death too. With a heavy sigh he relaxes, this day is turning out to be pretty fucking awesome too.

Justin's eyes close and the sounds of wet suction comes. The boy only sucks for 15 or so seconds before he tries to pull back, but Slade wont let him. "Ahh ahh, no boy. You have to suck for several minutes, not several seconds. Just relax, pause, take a breath through your nose, and then keep sucking. I'll tell you when you can stop giving me head." Justin looks up at Slade to see his smiling face looking down upon him. He breaths in through his nose, and smells mouse musk, and, the smell of his brother too. He is comforted by that and wraps his arms around the mouse's legs.

The predatory rodent lets out a loud sigh "What a great fucking day." he pats Justin's head and starts to leisurely fuck that mouth. He doesn't need to look or say anything else now, he just hold that head in place and humps slightly, eye balling the room, the things in it, while he takes such forbidden pleasure from the willing child. He chuckles with a thought, wondering if Kyle is looking at this scene right now from the underworld, and sobbing his eyes out, he should be, considering what he is going to do to Justin in the end. 

Licking his lips, Slade starts getting closer and closer to orgasm, but he doesn't want to unload in the kids mouth. "Mmmm, good Justin, you can stop now." he says and the husky pulls his mouth off that penis,  his tail wagging behind him, having enjoyed the flavors of rodent precum and dick it seems. Slade grins down at you "See, this is a fun game, and it tastes good don't it?"

"It doesn't taste bad, I liked it."

"Of course you did, all little cum catchers like you and Kyle do!" he pats the boy's head and moves to his close to look for something, and find it, yep, there is a robe in there, and he grabs up the soft little belt from it. He gives it a few testing tugs to see if it will support the cubs weight and he thinks it will. "Okay Justin, c'mere." the husky stands up and comes over to the mouse who stands under a light fixture in the middle of the room. Slade fashions the belt into a loop an places it over the boy's neck, and tugs it tight. 

"W..what are you doing?" the boy asks.

"I'm making you into a pinnate silly." he drags the boy's toy chest over and stands on it. Placing the boy on a chair right beside it and having him not move. Justin continues to look a bit worried. Slade's dick bounces in the air the entire time, and when it's close enough to Justin's face the little husky gives it a playful lick, drawing a murr from the demented mouse. Slade ties the belt to the light high above. Hopping off the toy chest he pushes it back away, leaving Justin standing there for a moment "Don't move, and DONT fall off that chair yet." he goes back to the closet and fetches shoestrings from those tiny cub sneakers. "Mmmmkay." he turns the boy around, and bounds his arms behind his back. "There we go." he stands back and looks at his work, pumping his own penis in his hand "God it's like I'm forgetting something important... what is it?"

Justin offers "The baseball bat?" Slade smile and shakes his head. Justin says "What then?"

Slade's internal light bulb goes off and he picks up the pair of balled up socks from the boy's floor. "Shit, I cant believe I almost forgot this." he then grabs a roll of packing tape from his cargo pants and pulls off a long strip. Without any kindness, Slade forces the socks into Justin's mouth, who now fights and complains at the harsh treatment. After taping the cub's mouth shut, gagging him, and effectively quieting the cries that will be coming from him, he paws his dick again and looks at the boy standing there. "Yup, there we go, now we are ready." Justin looks pouty, on the verge of tears even, no longer wanting to play this game, even if it costs him the chance to see his big brother. The choice is no longer his, the stage has been set and there is no going back now. Slade fetches the baseball bat. 

Justin stands there, looking scared, shivering, this doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel safe, he is looking to the mouse, and realizing that he's in trouble, real trouble. Slade smiles and says "Hey, spread your legs Justin." Justin widens his stance and spreads them as much as the chair will allow. The mouse lowers the bat between those legs, stroking the thickest part up the inside of his left leg, starting at the ankle and then when he reaches the thigh, he whips it up good and hard, and smacks them hard. Justin's eyes wide and squeeze shut as he gives his first muffled cry of agony and falls forward, the belt catches him, choking him, so he stands back up, and dances around on the chair, squirming a bit, trying to protect his acorns. 

Slade chuckles "Tender little things huh boy? I can't decide though, do I wanna fuck you in the ass as you dangle, just beat off while you thrash, or what." he sets the ball bat beside the chair and uses a hand to grab those tiny balls. "One thing I do know, I loved that cry you gave. I wanna hear it again. Mkay?" Justin shakes his head whimpering as the mouse holds one ball between his finger and thumb. Justin's frantic pleads bring a happy smile to the mouse's face and then in and instant the mouse crushes the testicle, and those thighs clench shut in pain and agony. Slade pick up the base ball bat, and kicks the chair out form under there boy. With the bat resting on his shoulder, he starts to paw himself off. Watching the pained cub thrash about on the beld like his own living jerk off show. 

Justin's body flops around, legs kicking, he spins around and around on that belt. The knot at the base of it is not in the right position to choke him out, and there is a good reason for that, Slade wants the boy to choke out slowly, to draw out the agony and enhance the mouse's own sadistic pleasures. Justin's eyes look terrified, he tries calling for his mother, but the only thing he can do is suck on those dirty socks and make muffled whimpers. 

The mouse moans loudly, maybe a bit too loud for comfort as he pumps his penis in his hand "Keep fighting body, dont give up, maybe you'll live through it, maybe you wont tie whimpering in pain and agony like you big brother did. Your brother was a pussy, I hated him and I'm glad he's dead boy!" he says to encourage the boy to struggle, and to also just degrade and mentally abuse him as well. The mouse drips precum to the floor in long shoe lace thick dollops. The show is pretty good, but it needs more. Taking the bat on one hand he swings it and breaks the boy's right hip, making him spin around on the rope a good deal before spinning back the other way. The muffled screams are good and loud now. "Fuuuuuuck yes!" he licks his lips, pumping his right red dick. He reaches out with his hand and claws the front of the boy's chest and tummy, leaving lines down his front which give the kid renewed strength.

It's amazing how much punishment a little body can take, the mouse thinks. As he gives a few more devastating bashes to the kid's body with the baseball bat. "FUCK IT!" he says finally, needing something more from him. He drops the bat, steps up, turns the boy around and then lines himself up with that hot ass. "Fucking cub ass, I have to have it. Gonna ruin it too!" he pants, grabbing both hips, and yanking back hard as he throws his hips forward. He groans into the neck of the kid and bites down, savoring the spasming tight anus tear around his fuck stick. "Oh fuck yes Justin, you're so good." he starts humping in and out. It only takes about 2 dozen strokes before Slade has to pull out of the ass, to he can spin the boy on the belt and cum over the rest of his body. 

Panting heavily, the mouse steps back, the husky having choked for a good while now, he's barely hanging on, but Slade has a job to do, and while he's feeling the rush of release he pick up the base ball bat. Leaning in one last time he gives a goodbye lick to Justin's tear streaked cheek "Say hi to Kyle for me." he steps back, with both hands on the bat, the takes his stance and then swings a major league home run swing that connects with the boy's head. Justin's skull fracture and blood and brain matter splatter the window in the room. Slade is also left with a good deal of splatter on himself. The boy's body falls limp, dangling from the belt now. "Ooooh fuck" he say panting, dropping the bat, loving the release and pleasure from all of this. "Oh damn, that was so good... Thanks Justin, you're MUCH more fun than your brother."

Slade walks to the husky, and uses that small tail to wipe his dick clean with. "oooh yeah, fur is so damn soft, god I love it." Slade picks up his clothes and surveys the dead body in the room, the mess he made, and smiles with pride before he leaves, closing the door behind him. Walking softly down the hall he finds the bathroom and takes a good 5 more minutes to clean up, and get dressed. Trotting himself downstairs, and into the kitchen he meets Justin and Kyle's MILF mother. "Hey mam, what can I do to help you out?"

She turns around, having already pressed out the hamburger patties. "My name is Joyce dear, you can call me that instead of mam." She walks to the cupboard and pulls out a few bottles of spice "you can season the meat if you'd like." She turns to go to the fridge and roots through it and looks for something.

Slade conceals that ball bat behind him, and smiles, the mommie making it to easy when she moves to the fridge and turns her back "Heh, Kyle and Justin both already seasoned MY meat." he says to shock her. 

Joyce gasps "What did yo.. UNGH!!" she gets her head half way turned before that baseball bat connects and knocks her out cold to the floor. 

Slade laughs "And trust me mom, they did a GOOD job on my meat." He hrms in thought and walks to the oven and opens the door, pulling out the racks. He drags the unconscious female with the bleeding head wound across the floor and shoves her face first into the oven. He reaches up and turns it onto broil and then looks around the kitchen, and snags up a butcher knife. "Ah, always wanted to do this." he cuts open Joyce's skirt and exposes her pussy. Pressing the blade to it, he looks to the oven and notices the burners igniting, gotta love gass stoves.

The evil mouse waits until it starts to get really hot, and  he smells burning fur before he plunges the knife into her. She wakes up instantly, screaming, her head bounces off the top of the oven, her arms flail about as she screams, Slade uses a foot on her back to keep her down and in the oven as he saws that bit butcher knife in and out of her pussy, going all the way to the handle. The torture is only lasts for a good 30 seconds before she falls limp, her fur igniting now. "Shew.. she smells like she's done!" he turns the oven off, leaving the knife sticking out from her sex. He looks at the image he created and then unzips his fly "Fucck, should have done this upstairs, one husky is good as another I guess though." he pulls his dick out and points it a the dead mother and pisses all over he body. His piss sizzles as it hits metal parts of the oven, steaming, adding to the mixed smell of blood and burnt fur. 

"Fuck man, what a great fucking day." he opens up the fridge and grabs a soda, taking a drink before he walks out the back door of the house, across the yards of a few people, in order to leave the neighborhood in a different direction he came. God damn it's good to be a mouse.