Slow and Tender... Or Not...
Ah, mine computer hath finally recovered from it's long sickness! So, mine twisted mind hath created this piece of twistedy-ness. So... THOU SHALT READ!! Or not. Either way, please grace me with thy comments and criticisms. I still am not 100% pleased by mine work on this, though it may be due to my lack of writing for almost two months.
Slow and Tender... Or Not...
Max woke up with a start. His head was pounding. He remembered leaving the bar last night, but after that... nothing. The leopard tried to stand, only to find that his arms and legs were bound to the chair he was sitting in. The feline struggled against the ropes around his wrists and ankles. "Wh-what's... what's going on?" The leopard yelped in suprise as a paw landed on his shoulder.
"Oh, nothing much." A tall, tan coyote stepped from behind the feline and into the light. "I just decided that I liked you... and I needed something to do." The canid patted Max's cheek. "My name is Ivan... but, after tonight, you'll call me 'master'." The feline growled at his captor.
"Fuck you! Untie me! NOW!" Ivan just laughed.
"You're so cute when you get angry... but I can't tolerate such language. It offends my sensible side. Hmm... maybe I can make sure your language stays clean." The coyote moved out of sight.
"Damnit!! Let me go, you sick bastard! Sonuvabitch!! Lemme go!!" The canine sighed.
"Such language... Well, I have a solution." Max felt the canine tug at his tail. "Feline tails always turned me off a bit... so much like a rat's tail... so slender and whippy..." Ivan chuckled. "I always preffered bobtails myself. But we can solve that, can't we?"
Max growled again. "What the hell are you talking about?" Suddenly, Max felt cold metal pressing against the base of his tail.
"THIS is what I'm talking about." Ivan slammed shut the pair of garden shears he'd positioned around Max's tail. The feline screamed and began to struggle harder as the sharp blades cut clear to the bone. Blood spurted to the floor as the canine repositioned the shears. "Ready for another?"
"FUCK YOU! LET ME GO! STOP IT!!" Ivan sighed.
"More foul language. So... let's go again." The coyote slammed the shears shut again. Max screamed again as his severed tail fell to the floor. Blood began to puddle underneath the chair. Max reached over to his tool table behind his victim and picked up a handheld propane torch. He lit it, then passed the flame over the cat's tail stump, cauterizing the bloody wound. "There we go. Now one more thing before we move on." The feline whimpered as Ivan picked up the bloody tail from the floor. "Now, then... Open your mouth." Max clamped his muzzle shut and shook his head, his whole body shaking from pain and fear. The coyote sighed. "Open it, or I can make it ten times worse than what I have planned for you." The feline hesitated for a moment, then opened his muzzle. Ivan quickly looped the severed tail around his victim's head, pulled it tight, then tied it behind Max's head, gagging him. The leopard whimpered as he tasted his own blood running down his throat. Ivan patted Max's head. "There. That's much better. Now you're dirty mouth can't get you in trouble anymore, hmm? Answer me, kitten." Max nodded fearfully. "Good. We can move on now."
Ivan picked up a black doctor's bag and knelt down in front of Max. "How about a handjob, hmm? Sound good?" The feline hesitated. "C'mon, kitten. Answer me." After a moment, the gagged leopard nodded. Ivan grinned wickedly. "Good, good." The canine began stroking the feline's sheathed cock. As the leopard's cock began to swell, Ivan reached into his bag and produced a stapler. With three quick clicks, he stapled Max's sheath shut. The feline yowled from behind his grotesque gag, and the coyote laughed. He stroked harder, the cat's shaft struggling against his sealed sheath. "Aww, poor kitty. Does it hurt?" Max nodded quickly, his cock straining against the staples. "Do you want me to let your poor little cock out?" The leopard nodded again. Ivan reached into his bag again and produced a scalpel. "Hold still, kitten." The coyote began to slowly cut at the base of Max's sheath. The feline bucked against his restraints as the sharp tool sliced at the tender skin. "Calm down, kitten. You wanted me to let it out, so I am. You asked for it." The cat whimpered, tears of pain and despair running down his face as his sheath was cut free by the sadistic coyote. Ivan gripped the tip of Max's sheath and yanked the skin free. The canine waved it in front of the leopard's face. "There we go. You didn't really need that, did you?" The cat whimpered and panted with exertion. Ivan gripped the cat's naked cock and stroked it. "Now let's finish that handjob, hmm?"
The coyote rubbed harder and faster while Max whimpered in discomfort from the canine's rough paws gripping his over-sensitive shaft. Ivan gave one last squeeze, and the feline came, splattering his seed across his tormentor's paw. Ivan chuckled and wiped his paw off on Max's leg. "Now we have one last thing to do, kitten." He tapped the feline's balls. "These. Now, I have a bit of a quandary here. I enjoy the taste of grapes straight off the vine, if you know what I mean." Max shuddered, sobbing through his gag. "But now the other part of my quandary is that I also like them roasted and crispy. Hmm... now which should I go for?" The coyote pretended to ponder the question, then smiled. "I have an idea, kitten. Why take just one when I could have both?" The canine picked up the propane torch he'd used to cauterize the feline's tail stump. He lit it and tuned the flame a bit. "Ready, kitten?" Max struggled harder as his captor brought the flame to bear on the cat's balls. The feline screamed as the flame burned his scrotum. The smell of burning flesh filled the room as the cainine manuevered the torch to reach every bit of exposed scrotal flesh. Max's paws clenched, his needle sharp claws digging into the armrests of the chair.
Ivan set the torch aside, still lit, and gripped his victim's orbs. He squeezed hard, the crisped skin crackling. The cat's tortured scrotum ruptured, and his testicles spilled out. The cat's jaw clenched down on his tail as his spermatic cords were pulled taught. The canine picked the torch back up and began to toast his victim's bare testicles. The feline's muscles tensed in pain and his back arched. His jaw locked down on his severed tail, and he could feel his teeth scraping against bone as they tore through the flesh. Finally, Ivan cut off the torch. He licked his chops. "Mmm... smells delicious." The canine opened his mouth and snapped it shut on Max's toasted jewels. He tore them free, then made a show of chewing and swallowing his meal. He licked his lips. "Delicious. Now then, I'm done, under one condition. You will obey me, no matter what." The cat nodded numbly. "Or I can take your cock, too. Do you want to keep your cock, kitten?" Max nodded slowly. "Good." The coyote untied his victim and helped him up. He walked the cat into the bathroom and bathed him, washing the tacky blood out of his new slave's fur. "I think we can both be happy with this little... arrangement, hmm?"