Easy Pickin's

For Slade it was just another evening, roaming through the rough side of town. Most of the middle and surely the upper class folk knew better than to come down around these parts because it's every easy for you to end up dead with all the gangs and drug dealers around here. But Slade's grown up in this area, spent his whole life here, and he knows the streets like the back of his own hand. The mouse walks with confidence, making sure to always nod his head and call out to the big players as he passes by. Slade has a reputation even among the older crowd as a little mouse that you really don't want to mess with. Slade has taken down more than one guy that that it would be fun to screw with him. Even for a middle teen, he's been able to earn the respect those bigger and badder than he, so he can walks down the street and no one would mess with him.

Today though Slade is on the hunt, his eyes scanning for some easy prey. He just woke up with hit in his mind that today he was going catch someone around his own age, and have some fun with them, at their expense of course. Even being a teenage mouse, Slade is a predator at heart. Slade finds a good spot to lean, just beside a dead end alley, and waits for some poor bastard to walk by that catches his eye. The mouse leans back, pulls out a cig and lights it up, puffing away as his eyes trail the various furs that pass by. There are some that look at him and give him a respectful head nod as they pass by. 

It's already late in the day, the sun is just going down, and people are starting to get into their homes for the night while the late night predators all wake up and get ready for another night full of fun. Slade knows that even he needs to shack up at some point tonight or someone might find him to be an easy target, but he's still got some time. He puffs away on a few cigs, passing up some that walk by that look mighty nice, but he's looking for the one that is just perfect in his eyes. 

Slade is pretty picky when it comes to selecting his prey, and as time passes he starts to wonder if he should have been a bit less picky because he's running out of time. Then he spots his mark walking toward him. Down the sidewalk some a young husky male, a bit taller than him, but he knows size doesn't matter in this neighborhood, but the dog looks pretty cute, and by the way he walks, he can tell the husky is pretty confident. "Hey buddy." He says to the dog when he's within range.

The dog nods his head to the mouse and says "Sup?" as he stops for a moment to engage Slade. The mouse steps off from the wall he's leaning on and smiles at him in a cute way.

"Was wondering if you could help me out man. I need a few dollars ya know? I'm willin' to work for it too."

"Oh yeah?" the dog smiles a bit and looks up and down the street. "What you offerin'?"

Slade murrs, knowing he just set the hook, and now it's time to reel him in. "Was thinking about giving you some muzzle action. Say for.. 10 bucks?" The husky's eyes look over the mouse and his tail wags behind him, considering the offer. 

"Hrmmm, alright.. but you better not drag them teeth." 

"Pft.. man I'm a professional.. it'll be the best BJ of your life." Slade cocks his head to the side "C'mon man." as he walks into the alley. "Down here so we dont get caught." The dog looks up and down the street again to make sure the coast is clear before he follows the mouse into the dark damp alley. 

Slade takes the down all the way down to the end of it, so no one from the street can see him or the husky. Once he's down there and safely in the shadows, he reaches into the back waistband of his pants and pulls out his Glock 18 and levels it at the husky's chest "Don't move, and don't make a sound, or I'll kill your fucking ass right here."

The dog was all smiles and tail wags up until that point. His eyes widen and he takes a single step backward before he holds utterly still and raises his hands up. His muzzle is left open and he shakes a bit "D.. don't shoot man.. fuck!" 

Slade grins widely as the dog obeys him and doesnt move. "Mmmmm, take off all your clothes." The dog gives a scared whimper and hesitates, prompting Slade to growl and demand even louder "Take off your fucking clothes or I'll make sure it's a closed casket mother fucker!" The scared husky starts to strip out of his clothes, pulling his shirt off, followed by his belt and pants. "Yeah, thats good, take it all off dog, underwear too."

The dog finishes undressing and stands there in the nude, hands still raised, and his ears laid back. "Please man, don't kill me.. I'm sorry.. I just.." 

"Shut the fuck up! Get behind the dumpster, face the wall!" Slade commands, waving his gun over to where he wants the dog to stand. He steps back and waits for the dog to get into position before he goes for his clothes, rummaging through the pants pocket to pull out his wallet, cell phone, and keys. After going through his wallet he finds $45 in there and quickly slips the cash into his pocket "Niiice. What else we got here.. mmm pictures." Slade says aloud as he looks through the photos.

The canine keeps facing the brick wall, too scared to even turn his head to look back at the mouse. "Take my stuff, all of it, just don't shoot me, please." 

"Oh I'm going to take it all, dont you worry. Ohhh what have we here. Awww.. aint that cute. You and your little brother I'm guessing playing in central park. Your brother's cute, just like you." Slade murrs as he pulls out the husky's ID "Lets see here, 3508 Wincrest Ave.. really.. you rich boy mother fucker.. the hell are you doing down here?" Slade steps up behind the husky and shoves the muzzle of the gun into the dog's lower back, eliciting a whimper from him.

"I'm just visiting a friend is all, spending the weekend at his house!"

The mouse grins "Well then..." he looks at the ID "..Kyle, I guess your friend is going to be pretty disappointed when you dont show up." he tosses the wallet aside, keeping the ID card. "Turn around, and get on your knees!" Slowly the terrified husky turns, still keeping his arms up, and drops to kneel in front of the mouse. Slade takes the gun and pushes the barrel right into the husky's muzzle. "We're going to play a little game, and if you do a good job, I wont take a trip up to the north side and introduce myself to your little brother, and your MILF mother!"

Kyle's eyes well up with tears as he closes his lips around the gun and looks up at the mouse, listening to his cruel works and wondering just what you would do to his family, as well as what you're going to do to him. Slade's eyes narrow as he stares down at his prey, nice and subdued with fear, just how he likes them. "Here is how the game is going to work, you were pretty eager to let me suck your dick, lets see how eager you are to suck my dick in return. If you get me off in under 3 minutes, I wont be visiting your home. BUT if you fail to get me off, then the load you're going to swallow is going one of hot lead." he pushes the gun another inch into the husky's mouth. "Understand?"

The husky mumbles around the gun pressed into his mouth at first, but then just gives a simple nod of his head. Slade murrs and pulls the gun from Kyle's mouth and presses it up to the side of his head. "Take my dick out, if I feel teeth even one time on my cock, I'll make sure to fuck your mother with a butcher knife!" Slade takes up Kyle's cell phone and pushes some buttons on it and points it down at the husky, snapping a picture of him kneeling there, crying, with a gun pressed up against his head. Kyle's hands shake as they pull the zipper to the mouse's pants down. The young teen having no choice but to obey the evil mouse's demands. Once the zipper is down, his hands reach inside and pull the rodent cock free from it's musky prison. 

Slade takes a few more pictures once his cock comes into the frame. "Good boy!" he says in a mocking tone. "Come suck on your treat puppy." The canine breaths in the musky scent of the mouse's crotch as he leans forward, and soon wraps his lips around that fleshy pole of rodent dick. Slade is quick to murrs once his dick is inside the male's mouth, and makes sure to take a few more pictures. "Ohhh Kyle.. I wonder what your friends would think if they saw you like this." THe mouse types away on the phone, leaving the dog to suck and work his dick as he takes the last few pictures, and sends them off to people on Kyle's contact list. 

Kyle's lips slide down to the base of Slade's cock, his tongue presses up the underside of his dick, and he sucks as hard as his mouth will let him. He's never sucked a dick before until now, so his skills at giving good head are surely going to hurt him in the end. But Slade doesn't seem to mind the lack of experience, it still feels nice to him. "Mmmm, I know you dogs are always happy when you've been given a nice bone to SUCK!" Slade pumps his hips and bangs his crotch into the canine's nose "Suck harder man, I bet your little brother could suck my dick better than this!"

With the cold hard barrel of the gun pressed to the side of his head Kyle has a very hard time focusing on his job in hand. He's looking up to see the confident scowl of the mouse he sucks off and fears that he may in the end loose in this little game. Kyle's hands come up and he rests them on the side of Slade's hips. "Oooh.. that's it puppy, it looks like you love the cock... maybe you're gay after all hrm?" Slade mocks as he rolls his hips back and forth, pumping his dick in and out of the husky's sweet little muzzle. 

"Mmmm better work harder fag, only 2 minutes left now." Slade warns, taking a few more pictures after seeing Kyle's facial expression change from revulsion to earnest working. He loves making straight guys do this, it's like heroin to him to force someone to pleasure him against their will. "C'mon dog, lick my cock with that slut tongue of yours!" he presses the gun harder into Kyle's temple. The canine whimpers and starts using his tongue more just as the mouse instructs, he's trying to do everything he can to give the mouse a good fast blowjob that gets him off in time. Slade is really enjoying himself though, already leaking precum onto the dogs tongue, the dog could make him blow his wad before the 3 minutes if he keeps this up, but Slade wants him to loose. To throw the husky off, Slade, lifts his foot up and presses it up against the husky's balls and sheath, rubbing lightly. The dog grunts around the cock in his muzzle and pauses for a few moments because of the unexpected touch.

"Dont stop buddy, keep going." Slade warns, but just those few seconds of missed pleasure help keep Slade in control and savoring the pleasure. Kyle closes his eyes and does his best to block out the feeling of pleasure the mouse's foot gives him and refocuses on the rodent dick leaking into his muzzle. Kyle bobs his head up and down the slide wet shaft with firm pressure from his lips, and a nice fast pace when it comes to bobbing his head. "Oooh Kyle, dude, you really love my dick don't you boy? That's it keep going.. last minute now.. c'mon you're getting close to making me cum.. keep going!" 

Slade doesn't play very fair though, he takes the barrel of the gun and draws lines over the husky's face with it. That cold metal felt clearly through his fur and the ever present remind that he could very well die if he doesn't work harder. Kyle's hand reach around to kneed and grab onto the mouse's ass, pulling those cheeks apart and pressing them together, kneading them hard like a lover as the sound of slurps and suction fill the air between the mouse's degrading comments. "Mmmm, getting close." Slade snaps another picture, this one has the dog's facial expression looking like he is in heavn, sucking wantonly on a big mouse cock. He pockets the phone and grabs Kyle's head fur and starts pumping his hips. "10... 9... 8..." he starts to count down.

Kyle's eyes open and look up at he mouse, his tongue playing with that dick as roughly as it can, pushing it to the roof of his ribbed muzzle to grind over all those bumps as the mouse humps his face. His arms wrapping around the mouse's legs, embracing him as he redoubles the suction on that dripping cock. Slade smiles wide, hanging his mouth open, panting a bit as the rush starts "5.. 4.. here.. I.. cum.. UNNGH!" Slade yanks the dog's head into his crotch and forces his hips forward, grinding the tender canine nose against his musky crotch fur buried inside his pants as his dick jumps and throbs in that hot little mouth, ejaculating a heavy load of thick salty rodent spunk all over the insides of that muzzle. "FUCK YEAH!" he call out, panting as his cock fires off a good 7 thick shots of hot sperm into the dog's muzzle. Slade grabs one of the dog's ears with his hand and uses that tender hold to keep the dog from thinking about pulling his mouth off his dick until he is done. 

The mouse's orgasm lasts a good 15 to 20 seconds before he yanks the dog's head back and pulls his tender dick from it's mouth. Slade lifts a foot up, pressing it to the husky's chest and shoving him back against the wall. "You were so close Kyle, just a second less, and you would have made it!" Slade levels the gun at the husky's face. Kyle cries out and covers his head up with his arms, trembling hard, curling up into a tight ball, thinking that he did good, only to learn in the end he lost by a single second, and now he's about to be shot for it. 

"NOOO please.. don't shoot.. don't shoot!" Seconds pass and he's still alive, no gunshot comes, no fiery pain, nothing, so Kyle drops his arms slowly and looks up at the mouse to see the gun still pointed at him, but the mouse chuckling sadistically while a free hand strokes his softening dick. Kyle continues to drop his arms down, realizing they wont do him any good against a gun. Keeping himself seated on his ass, he looks up at the mouse, wondering what is going to happen.

"Heh, you did good Kyle." Slade says and then points his dick down at him. A second later a stream of piss arcs through the air and starts wetting down the husky's bare chest. The defeated dog just lays there, no fighting, no complaining, just letting the mouse have his way with him again. Slade angles his cock to piss down the dog's front, his chest, stomach, even the husky's own crotch are soon soaked with his piss, marking him. Lowering the gun down he licks his lips after the stream tappers to a stop, and the mouse then tucks himself back inside his pants and zips up. "Because you did a good job fag, I'm going to give you a choice of how you want to die."

Kyle looks up at Slade and lays his ears back, his heart breaking, thinking that maybe he'd be allowed to go home because he did a good job, and now that last ray of hope is snatched away from him. "I did everything you wanted!" he complains, sobbing softly. Kyle's bottom lip quivers. "Please... let me go home. I'll never come back, I promise." 

Slade savors this moment above all else, the begging at the end of the road, when prey realizes their fate is about to come to them. "Lay down, on your back, cross your arms behind your back and lay on them." Kyle does as the mouse demands of him, fear having taken a commanding grip of him. He lays down, with arms crossed behind his back  and looks up at the mouse. Slade steps forward, placing a foot onto the dog's chest, stepping up onto it, and bringing the other one down so he can sand firmly ontop of the dog, gun still in hand, keeping it pointed at the dog's face as a warning. "Do you want an open cassket puppy?" Kyle nods his head softly. "Mmmm good. I guess that means the closed cassket is reserved for your brother then." Kyle's eyes widen, his mouth open to protests but he will never get the words out.

Kyle is left looking up at the mouse, everything slows down in his final seconds, the gun is moved away, he's not going to be shot in head after all. The mouse's evil smile is wide as can be. Slade's foot lift off his chest, knee pulling up into the air quickly. He looks at the sole and heel of the mouse's bare footpaw. Those toe digits have splayed wide as he foot raises up as far as it can go. Kyle cannot move, his thought race, everything is in slow motion now. That foot starts to descend down. Kyle knows this is it, he shivers, wanting to cry out as Slade stomps his foot down upon his throat. A loud crunching noise rings in the husky's ears, the soft padded foot slams down with so much force, it crushes his wind pipe. He can look up and see Slade's evil smile as that foot twists back and forth, grinding down on his throat. Kyle can't draw in any breath now, panic sets in. He tries to move, trying to pull his arms free but the weight of his own body added with that of the mouse keep them pinned under his back. 

The pressure on his throat grows even harder, threatening to snap his spine as Slade lifts his other foot up, letting his full weight now rest on the broken throat of the dog. Slade slowly licks over his lips as he looks down at the dog, curling his toes into that soft warm throat fur. Slade cruely bounces upon that single foot, adding to the pressure, dragging a thick meaty pop which sends a shudder down the body of the husky as he breaks his neck. With the damage done, Slate slips his clock back into his waistband, and leans down. "I know you can hear me still.. the brain can live for 7 minutes even after the body gives out and dies." Slade brings his other foot down and gently pets it across Kyle's face. "Don't worry Kyle, I'll be nice to your brother, and your mother, because you did so good sucking me off. You'll be seeing them in a few days, don't you worry puppy. Time for you to go to sleep now, you all done, nothing more for you to do now." that foot paw stroking his face, presses a toe down just above his eye, and drags it down, closing the lid on both eyes one at a time. That foot turns the husky's head to the side, and then he steps upon the skull of the dog with both feet.

"SIIIIIGH.. fuck yes I needed this." he says to himself as he looks down to see those perked out ears of the husky he just ended. Slade wipes his feet across the husky's face, wiping off some of his own piss into that soft face fur from when he was standing on the dog's chest. He steps off the corpse, takes one more final picture of the dead dog with his own phone, and sends it out to everyone on the contact list. After that, it's time for a quick clean up, he pops the battery out of the phone, tosses it into the dumpster, along with the dead husky. After closing the lid, he picks up those nice rich boy clothes and starts to whistle a little tune as he heads home a little richer than when he left, and a whole lot more satisfied.