Trapped 2.0
There was no light in the dank chamber; the young jackal male hung from the chains limply and prayed to his gods that soon he'd wake from his nightmare. His fine, black fur was soaked through to the skin, and as he shivered in the blackness he knew true terror. The man that tormented him, that hulking monstrosity, would be back at any moment and then his so-called 'peace' would be shattered. Time held no sway in his private hell; there was no sunlight, no moonlight, no way to track the eons that ticked by as he hung there, incapacitated, trapped like a... well, a rat. His mind tried to rationalize how long had lapsed since he was taken, but all it drew were blanks. This is hell. I'm dead, and this is hell. It has to be. The sound of water dripping echoed through his cell, driving his terror nearly to its limits. Somewhere, in wherever it was he was being held, the sound of large claws clacking on stone could be heard. Oh God, not now, please, not now...
The stone slid back, letting a rectangle of light pierce the gloom. Silhouetted against the glow was a hulking shape- it stood on two massive legs, with long, thick arms that hung at its side. Its strangest feature, however, was its head. Resting atop the beast's torso was a large, oblong skull, easily three feet in length. The beast in the door snarled fiercely and showed his unique teeth- they stayed folded in his mouth, apparently, until his jaw was opened. The jackal imagined they were as sharp as razors, and he was more than likely correct. His tormentor loved to watch him quake in fear and cower against the wall, and this display of authority never failed. Simply the sight of his muscular frame, shuddering and wet, huddled against the stone as if it offered some protection... it did things to the beast.
"Are you ready to tell me your name, or do you need more coaxing?"
"Please, no... no more... My... My name is Jacob."
"Good boy. When you behave, you get rewarded. You'll learn in time. See? I'll even turn on the lights for you." His hulking form stretched up towards the ceiling and pulled what appeared to be some sort of cord. Bright white light penetrated the darkest corners of the stone tower, driving Jacob's eyes shut against the glow. After a few moments, he was able to open them and survey his surroundings. He was being held in a rectangular stone room, which seemed to lead to the roof as there were quite a few areas where water dripped steadily between the masonry- muffled by the walls, he could hear the crash of thunder in the distance. The stones were dark with water, some were even mossy. He was hanging against what he assumed to be the south wall, although there were other sets of shackles hung in a seemingly random pattern around the room. In the center was an iron table laden with what looked like various torture instruments and a collection of strange sexual devices. Jacob gulped. What in the name of the world is he going to do to me? It was as if the hideous creature could read his mind.
"I figured we could start out light at first- I know how fond you were of the hose, and it took longer than I expected to break you, but you're a big boy and seem to be able to handle these things." He chuckled to himself, and the sound sent daggers of fear arcing through the jackal's mind. "So we'll do this in phases, and see just how strong you really are. Scream all you like, it's just you and me in here." His footfalls boomed through the chamber as he approached the table and ran a loving paw over his toys. It's hard to imagine how a beast of this thing's size could be so swift; the helpless male cried out as his jailer turned almost elegantly and lashed the jackal repeatedly upon the chest with a leather flail. The crack of the weapon against his body made a dull squelching sound; it revolted him. His flesh stung from the blows, and a few ruby trickles of blood began to drip down his fur. He was disgusted with himself to find that this attack had begun to awaken his arousal. Though his damp fur left him shaking with cold, he began to feel a familiar warm sensation flooding the nerves between his thighs. Unfortunately, the monster had seen the growing pleasure and his jowls pulled back in a pleased grin. "Oh? Now what is this? Am I to understand you enjoyed that?" The hostage averted his eyes. "Answer me, dog!" The strange beast struck him again, with more force, opening a new, burning wound on the jackal's side. Jacob yelped, but obliged with a nod. It was impossible to hide his growing erection from the ever-watchful gaze of his captor, despite his struggles to do just that. The massive creature approached Jacob's small portion of the dungeon at a leisurely lope. He lowered his muzzle and ran his long, thin tongue around the outside of the jackal's ear and, grasping a claw-full of Jacob's silky black hair, jerked his head back sharply. "You're going to do exactly what I want you to. Are we clear?" "Yes," came the strangled reply. "Good." Letting him go, the tall, shaggy beast walked back toward his table of instruments, dragging his hand along the polished edge. Occasionally he would lift a toy, examine it, and lay it gingerly back down in its place. After two passes, he had made his choice- he grabbed a muzzle and a thin strip of rawhide and began an agonizingly slow approach. Jacob struggled, trying to draw away, but it was of no use- he was bound and helpless, completely in the controlling grip of this weird being. Rows of glistening fangs gleamed in the pale light as the anteater attached the muzzle to the jackal's snout, his hot breath sending chills along Jacob's spine. As he clicked the locks into place, Jacob felt his captor's gigantic member pressing into his thigh. Oh god... He's getting some kind of sexual pleasure out of this! he though to himself, horrified. But.. So am I... The intense heat radiating from between his thighs made him squirm and writhe in his restraints, causing him to grind against the monster's gentials. "Heh, just can't wait, can you? Don't worry, boy, you'll get your chance." The massive man knelt down behind Jacob, placing his gigantic blunt claws on the strong, taut rump of his captive, spreading them roughly. His strange, alien tongue snaked forth and began lapping at the captive's tail hole, circling the bunched skin and testing the effects of applying pressure in the right spots. Varying his speed and directions, he squeezed roughly with his hands while his face was buried in the young man's virgin cheeks, causing unintelligible noises to escape the bound snout of the jackal. The cold nose of the anteater breathed moist air into the small space, warming Jacob's backside and causing a small bit of moisture to form at the tip of his erect penis. The wandering tongue of his captor eventually penetrated the untainted flower resting between his cheeks, twisting deeper and tickling the soft muscle within. Repulsive though he was, the beast knew what he was doing. The jackal's legs began to shake with pleasure as his captor's pace and grip grew more intense, tearing claw-shaped gashes in the soft flesh. As his breathing faded into a longing moan, the anteater stopped and abruptly pulled away. "No... Not yet." The hose lay abandoned near the corner, and it was this item the creature picked up next. Using a gentle setting, he soaked the strip of flesh thoroughly and tied it snugly around his prize's testicles. "You're going to love this," his whispered wickedly, a look of smug satisfaction easily visible on his features, "just let me grab the other half of this little trick." When he was alone again, Jacob began to sob pitifully, begging whatever gods existed to get him out of this situation until he simply blacked out.
What do I know of him? Have I met him before? Could I possibly have offended him in some way? I... I don't think so, I think I would remember something like that. His, teeth, my god his teeth are horrifying! I hate the way the naked bulb gleams off his strange, dual-toned fur. Black and brown, as though of the soil itself, and so unnaturally long- I wonder if he's even of this world. I wonder if it's soft... No, no. I have to can't think those sort of thoughts. The way his voice seems almost hollow... it's unnerving. Deep, sensual, yet it seems as though it's reverberating with some unnatural power. And those strange-golden eyes... how deep can their sight delve? Is he seeing my soul, seeing my terror and mingled lust as an aphrodisiac? God, help me, please, I don't want to be here anymore, just... let me escape this with my life, if not my dignity. I'll do anything...
"Don't give up the ghost yet, boy- I'm not done with you." Jacob struggled to open his eyes, groaning at the foreign numbness in his arms. The sight terrified him- his captor was plugging in an old styled, rectangular space heater and aiming it directly at him. As waves of warmth flooded him, the strip of leather around his tender sac began to tighten, ever so slightly. He gulped, nervous and afraid of what this "trick" might do to his genitals. "It won't be much longer, I promise," he purred, holding up two glinting silver objects in his paws. A bit of saliva dripped from his jowls as he smiled and approached, filling the bound jackal with a creeping dread that caused gooseflesh to erupt on his drying flesh. "Who are you? ...What are you?" Jacob asked through the muzzle, his words a bit muffled and incoherent, his golden eyes never leaving the shining object held in the massive paws of his tormentor. "You can call me... Kythos. I don't think you'd be able to say my full name, and I wouldn't want you running to the police anyway. As for what I am... Different things to different people. To you, for example, I'm a nightmare." With a free paw he grabbed at the breast of the jackal, snatching his nipple between two massive claws. A smile cracked his features as he stabbed at the sensitive appendage, shoving the object he had been holding- a fine needle- through the skin. Jacob howled in agony, weeping at the pain. Hot blood dripped from the wound evenly while he hung there, sobbing and whimpering. A long, thin tongue shot forth and lapped at the wound, sending fresh waves of agony over the jackal's limp, damp form. Kythos chuckled and turned his strange eyes downward. "Your blood is delicious, you know... I'll let you go eventually, don't worry, but I'm not done having fun with you yet." He stretched his back, rising to his full, terrifying height. His head nearly reached the ceiling, and as he twisted his back the sound of popping bones echoed hollowly off the walls. The binding leather between his legs grew tighter, causing fresh muffled sobs to sound from the poor male. Kythos placed a large, strong paw on Jacob's snout and gripped tightly. "What do you think, hm? What should I do? I was thinking I might start with your eyes... They're a delicacy in some countries, you know... "Jacob felt a flutter of courage within his breast. "Fuck you, you cocksucking faggot!" he shouted as well as he could through the restraint on his mouth. "How DARE you!" the anteater bellowed with rage, balling his massive hands into fists as he began pummeling Jacob, landing blow after blow to his face and chest, relishing the feel of the soft flesh giving beneath his force, shouting in a language the jackal could not understand. Blood and teeth flew; Kythos knocked out three before he managed to compose himself. Breathing heavily, gold eyes blazing with fury, he looked at the mangled features of his prey. "I don't tolerate mouthing off. I was going to do this casually, draw it out, take it easy on you... I think you need to be broken, boy, and believe me, I won't just break you- I will destroy you." he hissed angrily. He walked to the table and picked up a stained noose, muttering under his breath as he returned to his captive with the rope in hand. The anteater slipped the execution device over Jacob's head from behind him, growling deeply in his throat. "I hope you enjoy this, you worthless whore." Without ceremony, he forced his giant member inside the tight, puckered flesh of the jackal's tail hole. Jacob screamed, his mouth straining against the leather as salty tears poured from his swollen eyes, stinging his flesh as they traveled down his face. Kythos began to thrust, pulling his erection out and jamming it all the way in to his testicles, filling Jacob's virgin canal over and over. His hands began to tighten the slipknot, choking off more of the jackal's air with each entry. Jacob's claws dug and scratched at the rope, pulling and fighting against it as he fought to gain breath. The anteater took one hand off of the choking device and grabbed towards Jacob's legs, pleased to discover that despite all his fighting and struggling, the jackal was aroused. Taking his not-so-humble member in a large paw, he began to stroke him off, relishing the feel of every vein, every ridge, every curve. "Take it, boy!" he growled as he took him from behind, pounding with as much force as he could get with his muscular legs. Kythos began to build speed, shoving his cock inside of Jacob's silken anus more roughly with every new thrust. Snarling and gnashing his teeth, gripping his penis harder and slipping the knot tighter until he exploded with pleasure, filling the jackal with his warm spend. Loosing the noose, he pulled his manhood out gingerly and undid Jacob's muzzle. Kythos lowed his head and took all of the jackal's member in his mouth, sucking powerfully and running his strange tongue along the shaft. Out of instinct, Jacob began to thrust deeper into his tormentor's throat, moaning in ecstasy as his throat contracted around the penis. As the swirling, lapping tongue picked up speed, Jacob matched his hips to the rhythm, building pressure and pleasure as the slick lips of the anteater ran along the shaft of his cock. With the strength of his lust, he ripped one of his hands free from the bonds and ran it through Kythos's fur, grabbing a handful and shoving his head down as he forced his erect manhood and his knot as deeply into the anteater's throat as possible. He moaned as a hot river of fluid spilled from the opening cresting his cock, spurting into Kythos's throat as his penis throbbed and pulsed between his lips. Swallowing with a smile, Kythos rose and pulled Jacob's head to his penis. "Clean it," he hissed. Shaking more from the exertion of sex now rather than fear, he obeyed, sucking the remaining cum from the head and shaft. The pain in his balls grew worse, aching, and he nearly choked in surprise. He had nearly forgotten about the stip of rawhide. Warming, nearly being completely dry, it was cutting off the blood flow to his testicles. "No... No..." he muttered as the realization dawned on him. From one puffy eye he could see the anteater reclining against the table, watching him, letting his eyes wander from the small trickle of spunk running down his leg to the bulge beneath his penis. It tightened more, pinching his flesh, squeezing, causing sobs to issue forth from the jackal as the leather began to burn, gripping tighter and tighter until finally- it tore through his flesh like a knife. Jacob screamed bloody murder, losing whatever composure he had as blood squirted from his ruined sac. It lay on the floor, oozing in a puddle of his blood as he hollered and shouted in pain. His high-pitched screams bounced around the room as Kythos casually strode forward, bent down to scoop up the ruined half of his genitalia, and slipped it into his mouth. Jacob's free hand began to claw at his restraints as he watched the blood drip from between Kythos's lips as he chewed upon what used to be his testicles, watching in horror as he swallowed them just as readily as he had swallowed his semen. He finally sunk into darkness just as he felt the razor-sharp, curved teeth close on his penis and begin to grind, as he felt a hot jet of blood splash his navel.
"Jacob! Jacob, thank god! We found you bleeding in the street! Are you alright?" Fighting to open his eyes against the swollen flesh, the jackal was eventually able to force them apart enough to make out his surroundings. He was in a hospital, with the face of his lover peering down at him. The handsome badger's features were wrought with worry. "Where were you? What happened? Who did this to you?" Jacob let his hand stray to his ruined genitals. "I.. I don't know, Sam. I honestly don't. I don't remember anything, apart from pain." He felt a sinking feeling. "Sam... Will you... Will you stay with me, even if I can't.. you know..." An evil grin stretched across his mate's features. "You'll just have to take it, boy," he hissed, cackling. Jacob screamed as Sam's face split apart, revealing horrible folded rows of teeth glimmering with blood and saliva...
There was no light in the dank chamber; the young jackal male hung from the chains limply and prayed to his gods that soon he'd wake from his nightmare. His fine, black fur was soaked through to the skin, and as he shivered in the blackness he knew true terror. The man that tormented him, that hulking monstrosity, would be back at any moment and then his so-called 'peace' would be shattered. Time held no sway in his private hell; there was no sunlight, no moonlight, no way to track the eons that ticked by as he hung there, incapacitated, trapped like a... well, a rat. His mind tried to rationalize how long had lapsed since he was taken, but all it drew were blanks. This is hell. I'm dead, and this is hell. It has to be. The sound of water dripping echoed through his cell, driving his terror nearly to its limits. Somewhere, in wherever it was he was being held, the sound of large claws clacking on stone could be heard. Oh God, not now, please, not now...
The stone slid back, letting a rectangle of light pierce the gloom. Silhouetted against the glow was a hulking shape- it stood on two massive legs, with long, thick arms that hung at its side. Its strangest feature, however, was its head. Resting atop the beast's torso was a large, oblong skull, easily three feet in length. The beast in the door snarled fiercely and showed his unique teeth- they stayed folded in his mouth, apparently, until his jaw was opened. The jackal imagined they were as sharp as razors, and he was more than likely correct. His tormentor loved to watch him quake in fear and cower against the wall, and this display of authority never failed. Simply the sight of his muscular frame, shuddering and wet, huddled against the stone as if it offered some protection... it did things to the beast.
"Are you ready to tell me your name, or do you need more coaxing?"
"Please, no... no more... My... My name is Jacob."
"Good boy. When you behave, you get rewarded. You'll learn in time. See? I'll even turn on the lights for you." His hulking form stretched up towards the ceiling and pulled what appeared to be some sort of cord. Bright white light penetrated the darkest corners of the stone tower, driving Jacob's eyes shut against the glow. After a few moments, he was able to open them and survey his surroundings. He was being held in a rectangular stone room, which seemed to lead to the roof as there were quite a few areas where water dripped steadily between the masonry- muffled by the walls, he could hear the crash of thunder in the distance. The stones were dark with water, some were even mossy. He was hanging against what he assumed to be the south wall, although there were other sets of shackles hung in a seemingly random pattern around the room. In the center was an iron table laden with what looked like various torture instruments and a collection of strange sexual devices. Jacob gulped. What in the name of the world is he going to do to me? It was as if the hideous creature could read his mind.
"I figured we could start out light at first- I know how fond you were of the hose, and it took longer than I expected to break you, but you're a big boy and seem to be able to handle these things." He chuckled to himself, and the sound sent daggers of fear arcing through the jackal's mind. "So we'll do this in phases, and see just how strong you really are. Scream all you like, it's just you and me in here." His footfalls boomed through the chamber as he approached the table and ran a loving paw over his toys. It's hard to imagine how a beast of this thing's size could be so swift; the helpless male cried out as his jailer turned almost elegantly and lashed the jackal repeatedly upon the chest with a leather flail. The crack of the weapon against his body made a dull squelching sound; it revolted him. His flesh stung from the blows, and a few ruby trickles of blood began to drip down his fur. He was disgusted with himself to find that this attack had begun to awaken his arousal. Though his damp fur left him shaking with cold, he began to feel a familiar warm sensation flooding the nerves between his thighs. Unfortunately, the monster had seen the growing pleasure and his jowls pulled back in a pleased grin. "Oh? Now what is this? Am I to understand you enjoyed that?" The hostage averted his eyes. "Answer me, dog!" The strange beast struck him again, with more force, opening a new, burning wound on the jackal's side. Jacob yelped, but obliged with a nod. It was impossible to hide his growing erection from the ever-watchful gaze of his captor, despite his struggles to do just that. The massive creature approached Jacob's small portion of the dungeon at a leisurely lope. He lowered his muzzle and ran his long, thin tongue around the outside of the jackal's ear and, grasping a claw-full of Jacob's silky black hair, jerked his head back sharply. "You're going to do exactly what I want you to. Are we clear?" "Yes," came the strangled reply. "Good." Letting him go, the tall, shaggy beast walked back toward his table of instruments, dragging his hand along the polished edge. Occasionally he would lift a toy, examine it, and lay it gingerly back down in its place. After two passes, he had made his choice- he grabbed a muzzle and a thin strip of rawhide and began an agonizingly slow approach. Jacob struggled, trying to draw away, but it was of no use- he was bound and helpless, completely in the controlling grip of this weird being. Rows of glistening fangs gleamed in the pale light as the anteater attached the muzzle to the jackal's snout, his hot breath sending chills along Jacob's spine. As he clicked the locks into place, Jacob felt his captor's gigantic member pressing into his thigh. Oh god... He's getting some kind of sexual pleasure out of this! he though to himself, horrified. But.. So am I... The intense heat radiating from between his thighs made him squirm and writhe in his restraints, causing him to grind against the monster's gentials. "Heh, just can't wait, can you? Don't worry, boy, you'll get your chance." The massive man knelt down behind Jacob, placing his gigantic blunt claws on the strong, taut rump of his captive, spreading them roughly. His strange, alien tongue snaked forth and began lapping at the captive's tail hole, circling the bunched skin and testing the effects of applying pressure in the right spots. Varying his speed and directions, he squeezed roughly with his hands while his face was buried in the young man's virgin cheeks, causing unintelligible noises to escape the bound snout of the jackal. The cold nose of the anteater breathed moist air into the small space, warming Jacob's backside and causing a small bit of moisture to form at the tip of his erect penis. The wandering tongue of his captor eventually penetrated the untainted flower resting between his cheeks, twisting deeper and tickling the soft muscle within. Repulsive though he was, the beast knew what he was doing. The jackal's legs began to shake with pleasure as his captor's pace and grip grew more intense, tearing claw-shaped gashes in the soft flesh. As his breathing faded into a longing moan, the anteater stopped and abruptly pulled away. "No... Not yet." The hose lay abandoned near the corner, and it was this item the creature picked up next. Using a gentle setting, he soaked the strip of flesh thoroughly and tied it snugly around his prize's testicles. "You're going to love this," his whispered wickedly, a look of smug satisfaction easily visible on his features, "just let me grab the other half of this little trick." When he was alone again, Jacob began to sob pitifully, begging whatever gods existed to get him out of this situation until he simply blacked out.
What do I know of him? Have I met him before? Could I possibly have offended him in some way? I... I don't think so, I think I would remember something like that. His, teeth, my god his teeth are horrifying! I hate the way the naked bulb gleams off his strange, dual-toned fur. Black and brown, as though of the soil itself, and so unnaturally long- I wonder if he's even of this world. I wonder if it's soft... No, no. I have to can't think those sort of thoughts. The way his voice seems almost hollow... it's unnerving. Deep, sensual, yet it seems as though it's reverberating with some unnatural power. And those strange-golden eyes... how deep can their sight delve? Is he seeing my soul, seeing my terror and mingled lust as an aphrodisiac? God, help me, please, I don't want to be here anymore, just... let me escape this with my life, if not my dignity. I'll do anything...
"Don't give up the ghost yet, boy- I'm not done with you." Jacob struggled to open his eyes, groaning at the foreign numbness in his arms. The sight terrified him- his captor was plugging in an old styled, rectangular space heater and aiming it directly at him. As waves of warmth flooded him, the strip of leather around his tender sac began to tighten, ever so slightly. He gulped, nervous and afraid of what this "trick" might do to his genitals. "It won't be much longer, I promise," he purred, holding up two glinting silver objects in his paws. A bit of saliva dripped from his jowls as he smiled and approached, filling the bound jackal with a creeping dread that caused gooseflesh to erupt on his drying flesh. "Who are you? ...What are you?" Jacob asked through the muzzle, his words a bit muffled and incoherent, his golden eyes never leaving the shining object held in the massive paws of his tormentor. "You can call me... Kythos. I don't think you'd be able to say my full name, and I wouldn't want you running to the police anyway. As for what I am... Different things to different people. To you, for example, I'm a nightmare." With a free paw he grabbed at the breast of the jackal, snatching his nipple between two massive claws. A smile cracked his features as he stabbed at the sensitive appendage, shoving the object he had been holding- a fine needle- through the skin. Jacob howled in agony, weeping at the pain. Hot blood dripped from the wound evenly while he hung there, sobbing and whimpering. A long, thin tongue shot forth and lapped at the wound, sending fresh waves of agony over the jackal's limp, damp form. Kythos chuckled and turned his strange eyes downward. "Your blood is delicious, you know... I'll let you go eventually, don't worry, but I'm not done having fun with you yet." He stretched his back, rising to his full, terrifying height. His head nearly reached the ceiling, and as he twisted his back the sound of popping bones echoed hollowly off the walls. The binding leather between his legs grew tighter, causing fresh muffled sobs to sound from the poor male. Kythos placed a large, strong paw on Jacob's snout and gripped tightly. "What do you think, hm? What should I do? I was thinking I might start with your eyes... They're a delicacy in some countries, you know... "Jacob felt a flutter of courage within his breast. "Fuck you, you cocksucking faggot!" he shouted as well as he could through the restraint on his mouth. "How DARE you!" the anteater bellowed with rage, balling his massive hands into fists as he began pummeling Jacob, landing blow after blow to his face and chest, relishing the feel of the soft flesh giving beneath his force, shouting in a language the jackal could not understand. Blood and teeth flew; Kythos knocked out three before he managed to compose himself. Breathing heavily, gold eyes blazing with fury, he looked at the mangled features of his prey. "I don't tolerate mouthing off. I was going to do this casually, draw it out, take it easy on you... I think you need to be broken, boy, and believe me, I won't just break you- I will destroy you." he hissed angrily. He walked to the table and picked up a stained noose, muttering under his breath as he returned to his captive with the rope in hand. The anteater slipped the execution device over Jacob's head from behind him, growling deeply in his throat. "I hope you enjoy this, you worthless whore." Without ceremony, he forced his giant member inside the tight, puckered flesh of the jackal's tail hole. Jacob screamed, his mouth straining against the leather as salty tears poured from his swollen eyes, stinging his flesh as they traveled down his face. Kythos began to thrust, pulling his erection out and jamming it all the way in to his testicles, filling Jacob's virgin canal over and over. His hands began to tighten the slipknot, choking off more of the jackal's air with each entry. Jacob's claws dug and scratched at the rope, pulling and fighting against it as he fought to gain breath. The anteater took one hand off of the choking device and grabbed towards Jacob's legs, pleased to discover that despite all his fighting and struggling, the jackal was aroused. Taking his not-so-humble member in a large paw, he began to stroke him off, relishing the feel of every vein, every ridge, every curve. "Take it, boy!" he growled as he took him from behind, pounding with as much force as he could get with his muscular legs. Kythos began to build speed, shoving his cock inside of Jacob's silken anus more roughly with every new thrust. Snarling and gnashing his teeth, gripping his penis harder and slipping the knot tighter until he exploded with pleasure, filling the jackal with his warm spend. Loosing the noose, he pulled his manhood out gingerly and undid Jacob's muzzle. Kythos lowed his head and took all of the jackal's member in his mouth, sucking powerfully and running his strange tongue along the shaft. Out of instinct, Jacob began to thrust deeper into his tormentor's throat, moaning in ecstasy as his throat contracted around the penis. As the swirling, lapping tongue picked up speed, Jacob matched his hips to the rhythm, building pressure and pleasure as the slick lips of the anteater ran along the shaft of his cock. With the strength of his lust, he ripped one of his hands free from the bonds and ran it through Kythos's fur, grabbing a handful and shoving his head down as he forced his erect manhood and his knot as deeply into the anteater's throat as possible. He moaned as a hot river of fluid spilled from the opening cresting his cock, spurting into Kythos's throat as his penis throbbed and pulsed between his lips. Swallowing with a smile, Kythos rose and pulled Jacob's head to his penis. "Clean it," he hissed. Shaking more from the exertion of sex now rather than fear, he obeyed, sucking the remaining cum from the head and shaft. The pain in his balls grew worse, aching, and he nearly choked in surprise. He had nearly forgotten about the stip of rawhide. Warming, nearly being completely dry, it was cutting off the blood flow to his testicles. "No... No..." he muttered as the realization dawned on him. From one puffy eye he could see the anteater reclining against the table, watching him, letting his eyes wander from the small trickle of spunk running down his leg to the bulge beneath his penis. It tightened more, pinching his flesh, squeezing, causing sobs to issue forth from the jackal as the leather began to burn, gripping tighter and tighter until finally- it tore through his flesh like a knife. Jacob screamed bloody murder, losing whatever composure he had as blood squirted from his ruined sac. It lay on the floor, oozing in a puddle of his blood as he hollered and shouted in pain. His high-pitched screams bounced around the room as Kythos casually strode forward, bent down to scoop up the ruined half of his genitalia, and slipped it into his mouth. Jacob's free hand began to claw at his restraints as he watched the blood drip from between Kythos's lips as he chewed upon what used to be his testicles, watching in horror as he swallowed them just as readily as he had swallowed his semen. He finally sunk into darkness just as he felt the razor-sharp, curved teeth close on his penis and begin to grind, as he felt a hot jet of blood splash his navel.
"Jacob! Jacob, thank god! We found you bleeding in the street! Are you alright?" Fighting to open his eyes against the swollen flesh, the jackal was eventually able to force them apart enough to make out his surroundings. He was in a hospital, with the face of his lover peering down at him. The handsome badger's features were wrought with worry. "Where were you? What happened? Who did this to you?" Jacob let his hand stray to his ruined genitals. "I.. I don't know, Sam. I honestly don't. I don't remember anything, apart from pain." He felt a sinking feeling. "Sam... Will you... Will you stay with me, even if I can't.. you know..." An evil grin stretched across his mate's features. "You'll just have to take it, boy," he hissed, cackling. Jacob screamed as Sam's face split apart, revealing horrible folded rows of teeth glimmering with blood and saliva...