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A Macabre Masquerade story for "Commander"

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It was in the late hours of the afternoon. The sky was murky, the air carrying a biting cold. Commander peered out of his frozen windshield as he pulled his Buick into the parking area. The bear stepped out of his vehicle, a thick, black trench coat wrapped around his massive frame.

Even through his heavy winter gear and his fur, the cold bit into his flesh. He grunted, wrapping his meaty arms around himself, his breath heaving from his mouth in thick frosty wisps. The big bruin shivered as he jogged toward the grand manor, seeing silhouetted figures moving about in the light pouring out of its windows. As the freezing night wind blasted his face as he moved, more and more he couldn't wait to be in there himself.

Commander soon reached the front of the manor, climbing the porch stairs, his beefy hand, clad in a shiny leather glove, already reaching for the ornate doorknocker. Before he could grip the knocker, however, the door swung open. A gust of welcoming warm air washed out of the portal as Commander now found himself staring down at a very pretty vixen wearing a French maid's outfit. Barely half the bruin's size, the fox looked up at him with friendly blue eyes.

"Good evening, Sir! My name is Alina," She greeted him, giving a polite curtsey, the cleavage of her ample bosom fully exposed at the deepest part of her bow, "You're here for the New Year's party, I take it?"

"Why yes," Commander answered in his deep, manly voice, reaching into his coat.

"Come right on in then!" The fox sidestepped out of the way, motioning into the manor.

"You don't need to see my invitation or anything?" The bear asked as he withdrew a little decorative envelope from his coat, "I thought this was a private party."

The maid just smiled as she plucked the invitation from Commander's hand, "Ahh, yes, silly me!" She giggled, "Can't be welcoming in any gatecrashers, can I? Master would have my hide!" She punctuated her last statement by giving her sexy posterior a little wiggle.

The big bear only grinned, shaking his head as the maid turned away, The Master of this place obviously isn't keeping her around for her brains, he chuckled inwardly.

Alina took Commander's heavy winter garb, unable to contain her stares as the bear finally peeled off his coat and sweater, revealing a wife beater that did little to hide his awesome build; every inch of his incredible frame was bulging with muscles.

Commander flexed his arms, basking in the warm glow of the manor, relieved to be out of the blistering cold before making his way into the crowd. He had been to many parties before, but not one quite so lavish; the interior of the manor was absolutely gorgeous, and most everyone in attendance was stunning, with their suits and evening gowns; though he wasn't one who cared about his own attire, even he felt a little under-dressed. The invitation had mentioned a vague dress code, to "Look your best!" However, jeans, held up with an ornate belt buckle, and a tucked-in wife beater were as fancy as Commander got.

The other guests weren't nearly as snooty as Commander had been expecting at first glance, though, much to his pleasant surprise. Being as large as he was, the bruin attracted quite a number of looks, but everyone just smiled politely and nodded to him in acknowledgment before turning away to continue what they'd been doing. Commander was looking for one person in particular as he waded through the crowds, moving into the back rooms - the place was HUGE!

Where the hell is he? The bear snarled under his breath. His former partner, Alan, was the only reason Commander was at this shindig. The invitation had specifically stated that Alan would be at the party, and Commander, not having seen him in years, was absolutely aching to catch up with his friend.

Finally, Commander entered what looked like the manor's bar. Figuring that if Alan was anywhere in this place, it would be here, the big bear began to scan the room especially hard.

"Why hello there!" A wolf sitting at the bar called to Commander as the bear's gaze eventually met his, breaking Commander's concentration. This wolf, lean and muscled, wearing leather biker gear, stood out from the rest of the crowd like a sore thumb, much like Commander himself did.

"Come, sit!" The wolf patted the bar stool next to him.

Commander shook his head, "Sorry. I'm kinda looking for someone..."

"Aww, come on!" The handsome wolf grinned, "Have a couple drinks with me. I'm lonely!"

The bear grunted and thought about it for a second - he was in the mood for some hard liquor after such a long drive through the miserably cold countryside, nearly getting hopelessly lost several times finding this place.

"All right," The bruin conceded, and took a seat next to the wolf.

Delighted, the wolf stuck out a hand, "Name's Bo. Nice to meet you."

The bear gave Bo's hand a mighty shake, "Commander. A pleasure."

"Bartender! How's about a nice drink for my new friend Commander here?" Bo called out, and at once, a shot glass full of a clear spirit was slid over to the bear.

"Thanks, pal!" The bear lifted the glass in gratitude before downing its contents. It burned so good all the way down, hitting his stomach hard - just the way he liked it! A warm, comforting feeling expanded within him.

"Another for my new friend!" Bo requested immediately after the bear had downed his first shot.

"I...really should be going," Commander stammered, "but, I suppose one more couldn't hurt..."

A short time later, his search for Alan was completely forgotten, the bear's system completely full of alcohol as he chatted up his new-found wolf friend. Commander gave his life story, his time in the military and on the Force, traveling the world...Bo seemed to really be eating it all up as he kept passing Commander drinks.

It wasn't until Commander was telling a story about Alan that he finally remembered why he'd accepted the invitation in the first place. He shakily got to his feet, "It's been a great time, Bo...but..." between his stammering and hiccups, he barely managed to even get that out before he nearly fell over. Bo managed to catch him...despite his own impressive build, he was nearly toppled over as well due to Commander's sheer girth.

"Where do you think you're going, big guy?" The wolf chuckled, "You're in no condition to go clomping around on your own. Come on, let's get you upstairs."

Commander wanted to resist, but he was in no state to do anything but drag himself along as he wolf led him through the crowds.

"Come on, out of the way. Give the guy some air!" He heard Bo say to the other guests, and then he felt himself being dragged up a long flight of stairs. The noise of the crowd seemed distant now as Bo lead him through a corridor. The bear heard the sound of a door being unlocked, and then he was walked into a dimly-lit room.

Commander smirked, He just wanted to fuck me...get me drunk and screw my brains out. Why didn't I see this coming?

He felt that his suspicions were doubly confirmed as he was gently laid down on a soft mattress, hearing the wolf lick his jowls before he felt his belt buckle being unclasped.

I'll let him have his fun. He's quite the handsome fellow, after all, the bear conceded to himself, After he's done, I'll go back to look for Alan.

Commander felt Bo fumbling with his belt buckle, eventually getting it off, and then attacked the button and fly of the bear's jeans, and before Commander knew it, those jeans were around his ankles. The wolf sure was an eager fellow!

"Yeah, that's it..." The big bruin moaned as the wolf began to tug the bear's wife beater upward, nuzzling his thickly-furred six-pack as the canine caressed the front of Commander's whitie-tighties, cupping the huge package beneath, "I knew you were a fucking slut!"

Commander closed his eyes, his head still swimming from all the alcohol he had consumed, but he was determined to enjoy this...a little nooky would do wonders to take the edge off, he decided. He suddenly felt a breeze across his crotch as his underpants were pulled down as well.

"Oh my..." Commander heard Bo breathe, and all of a sudden, even through his drunken haze, it dawned upon him that the wolf had stumbled upon an embarrassing secret of his...

"Fuck, Bo, sorry about that..." The bear attempted to explain the situation, but was cut off.

"Shh, it's OK, sexy. It happens."

Commander was grateful for the wolf's understanding tone; despite the icky discovery, their night together hadn't been spoiled after all. The bear felt himself become fully erect, his massive cock throbbing, begging for attention, his fat testicles swaying a bit in their furry pouch below. "Well? Get on with it!" Commander was ready for action.

"Oh, believe me, I will," Bo cooed in a singsong response, and Commander felt a hand wrap around his cock.

The bear gasped, his hips jutting forward, awaiting a hot mouth to engulf his eager shaft...but instead, he heard a sound...

~SHINK~

Before his mind could comprehend what exactly the sound was, there was an explosion of pain at his crotch. Commander's eyes flew open, seeing Bo leering over him, the wolf holding a bloody switchblade in one hand and a pair of...what looked at first like potatoes in the other. No, not potatoes. The color was all wrong...too meaty looking.

A moment later, Commander's mind comprehended what they were: testicles. And a quick glance down to his crotch, the bloody mess below his shaft where his scrotum once was, confirmed that they were his testicles! The color drained from his face at the revelation, a part of him still not believing that he had just been maimed in such a personal way!

The bear opened his mouth to scream, but no words came out, his voice locked in his throat from shock - and Bo cackled maniacally at the sight, raising his blade and the bear's disembodied testicles into the air triumphantly, blood dripping from all three objects in his hands.

Commander felt his great strength draining from him like a faucet as he bled heavily between his legs. The big bruin rolled off the bed, hitting the floor hard, his attempts to stand up foiled by a combination of his intoxication, his gravely-wounded crotch, and the fact that his jeans were still down around his ankles. He began to crawl toward the door, desperate to get away from the crazed wolf.

And then the door opened, and the wounded bear looked up from the floor to see a busty vixen clad in a French maid's outfit enter the room.

"Alina!" Commander looked up at her with desperate eyes, reaching for her, "Help! He's crazy!"

Behind him, Bo snorted, "Looks like you found who you were looking for after all, Commander!"

"What!?" Commander gasped. He was very confused to say the least, not being able to comprehend much of anything in his current state.

"Shh..." Alina bent down, gently caressing the big bear's head, her beautiful face full of sympathy, "Just relax...it'll all be over soon. I just hope things will be relatively painless for you..."

"Fat chance of that!" The wolf cut in with an evil laugh.

That was the last thing Commander heard before he passed out...

* * *

The big bear groggily awoke, his head still swimming. Once he regained his composure enough, he attempted to move, but found he could not. Snapping out of his haze, Commander gasped as he discovered that he was now completely naked and bound on all-fours over a bench. The agony in his mutilated crotch made his eyes water...what had happened was not just some horrid nightmare like he desperately wanted to believe.

He then heard footsteps behind him, hearing the voice of the wolf, "Wakey-wakey eggs and bakey!" Bo laughed, "I have to say, I'm impressed; I filled you up with over two dozen spiked shots and it still took forever for you to completely black out."

"Crazy bastard...I'll kill you..." Commander managed to squeak out...right before the steel toe of Bo's boot came up between the bear's legs. Commander's voice hit octaves that he didn't think he could achieve as his wounded crotch cried out in even more agony.

"I fucking hate cops," the wolf snarled, "You can cut their balls off and they'll still be arrogant pricks."

Commander could only growl in response, but given his current predicament, it didn't carry much weight.

"Alina, my cat!" Bo barked, and the pretty French maid, her high heels clacking loudly off the stone floor, appeared out of the darkness, presenting a very wicked-looking cat o' nine tails, which the wolf snatched out of her dainty hands.

"Alina, please..." Commander begged her again, "Please help me!"

Alina frowned, lowering her head, "I had hoped you wouldn't come. They forced me to send you that invitation..."

"What are you saying?" the bruin asked, still struggling fruitlessly in his bonds.

"Weren't you even listening to me from before?" Bo cut in, "Damn, you cops truly are dumber than dirt. Alina - Alan...you didn't even pick up on the name connection?"

At this, Commander's eyes went so wide they threatened to pop right out of his skull, "ALAN!?" No, it couldn't be true! He remembered their days together on the Force - Alan was the largest, most built fox Commander had ever met. He was an absolute man's man; Alan broke all the stereotypes of his species - something that Commander had always admired about him.

"About a year ago, little Miss Alina here, when she was still a big, bad, macho cop, had busted up a drug ring," the wolf explained, and then Commander cried out in pain as the cat o' nine tails was suddenly brought across his wide furry rump, "The drug lord in charge obviously didn't take too kindly to this," Bo continued as he casually struck the bruin's ass again, "and had the fox kidnapped. A few forced plastic surgeries and hypnotic training sessions later, Alan the Cop was gone and the pretty little thing you see before you was born. From what I understand, the drug lord and the Master of this manor are buddies, and Alina's services were loaned to this little shindig."

Commander watched as a single tear rolled down Alina's cheek, still in disbelief that this meek little female was once his partner - one of the strongest men he'd ever known. However, the bear's shocked stare at Alina was soon broken as Bo's cat stung his backside once again.

"At any rate, I thought it would be fun to taunt you with that little tidbit," the wolf then waved Alina away, "Begone, slut. I want to have my fun with your former partner before showtime."

"Alan!" The bear screamed after the maid as she turned to leave, "Alan, please! I'm your friend! Don't leave me!"

"I'm sorry, Commander," she sobbed as she walked away, "There's nothing I can do. Goodbye."

And with that, she had abandoned her best friend to his fate.

A look of despair crossed the bear's features, fresh tears pouring down his face, which screwed-up as Bo suddenly smacked him with the cat o' nine tails again, this time right across the bear's broad, muscular back. "FUCK!"

The wolf only laughed as he brought the whip down again and again, lashing the bear with all his might...all across his back, his ass, his muscled legs and arms, even between his legs over his fresh wound...not an inch of his body was spared the sting, the skin beneath his fur reddened and filling with small but painful lacerations. Finally, the wolf dropped the whip, breathing rapidly. The bruin, meanwhile, was quivering, his huge muscles straining as he struggled to withstand with the pain.

Bo slapped the bear's ass with an open palm, and then began to unbuckle his own pants, his impressive red rocket springing forth. Commander grimaced, bracing himself to be penetrated...but instead, Bo walked around to the front of him, turning around and lifting his tail. The wolf spread his legs and squatted right in the bear's face, giving him a full view of his puckered asshole.

"Daddy's hole requires some cleaning," the wolf cackled, "Hop to it, and no teeth, or I swear I'll cut off your pathetic cock next!"

The bear initially growled, but then heaved a heavy sigh, knowing that the wolf was definitely crazy enough to chop off his penis as well...a prospect that really frightened the bear. Losing his boys was traumatizing enough...and especially after seeing what had been done to poor Alan, he really didn't want to lose the entirety of his masculinity. With that in mind, he slowly stuck his tongue out, the tip touching the center of the wolf's puckered asshole. The big bruin had never rimmed before, and quite frankly the thought disgusted him, so he was quite hesitant about proceeding, knowing he had to, but hated it with every fiber of his being.

"Get on with it, whore!" With that, the wolf pistoned his ass backward, his asshole being shoved against the bear's muzzle.

Alarmed, Commander did nothing, smelling and tasting the wolf's backside pressed up against his face - it was beyond awful. Bo snarled, repeating his threat - and that's all the motivation the bear needed, his tongue darting all around the wolf's ass, probing into his anus, feeling sick to his stomach. But what could he do? For the sake of what was left of his private parts, he had no choice.

"That's it. Fuck yes!" Bo moaned, wiggling his ass, "Clean Daddy's asshole like a good slut!"

A brief eternity passed as the bear was forced to deeply rim his captor, wondering if it would ever end. Mercifully, the wolf finally pulled away, leaving the bear gasping for fresh air. Bo turned around, a toothy, shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome features. His own cock was rock hard, pulsing and dripping precum - he obviously enjoyed the bear's attentions.

Still smiling deviously, Bo suddenly produced Commander's underwear, inverting them to show off the sweaty brown stains in them...the secret that the bear had previously been mortified that the wolf had discovered.

"Soiling your underpants!" The wolf taunted, "Just like the cop pig you are!"

As Commander opened his mouth to retort, the underpants were suddenly shoved into his maw. He gagged as the raw stains hit the back of his throat, bile rising to mingle with them.

"Now, slut..." Bo walked back around to Commander's ass, "Time for Daddy to take that fat ass of yours."

Commander spit his underpants out of his mouth and snarled...he knew this would eventually come. He braced himself, and a moment later felt his asscheeks forced apart, and a stinging pain as the wolf quickly penetrated him. The bear grimaced as the wolf fucked him violently, growling and panting heavily above him, going wholly animal.

Every aching muscle of the bruin's body strained as he was raped. He squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced, not wanting to give the wolf the additional pleasure of watching him squirm and suffer. That being said, he took the pounding like a man, feeling the wolf's ample erection being slammed deep inside him over and over, Bo's large balls rapidly slapping against the bear's ass...until finally the wolf threw his head back and howled, his hot wolf spunk filling the bear. Commander felt absolutely ill.

At that moment, the rusty steel door to the room shrieked as it was opened. Wolf and bear both turned their heads as a large, well-groomed tiger walked into the dungeon, his arms crossed, the corner of his mouth turned up into a wicked smirk.

"Bo," the tiger spoke, "It's nearly showtime."

"Oh, right, boss!" The wolf nodded to the tiger before pulling out of the bear's abused hole.

Commander beamed a look of pure hatred at the tiger, his gut telling him that the feline was the Master of the manor, the man ultimately responsible for his predicament. "You insane FUCK!" the bear roared, adrenaline drowning out the pain he'd been suffering through.

"How droll," the tiger yawned, producing one of Commander's severed testicles. The bear grimaced, squeezing his eyes shut as the tiger took a big bite out of it like an apple. "Prep him, Bo," the tiger commanded between bloody chews, "Our guests anxiously await their New Year's entertainment."

"At once, Master!"

Commander's world was plunged into darkness once more as the wolf produced a leather sap and smacked him in the side of the head...

* * *

Commander awoke, his head throbbing in pain. He was still naked and tied down across the bench...but he had been relocated somewhere else...the smell of the place was entirely different. He then became acutely aware of something else, the sound of shuffling and murmuring of people...very close, and yet he couldn't see anybody.

Suddenly, the voice of the mysterious tiger boomed all around him, "Happy New Year, Ladies and Gentlemen! And without further ado, I give you this evening's entertainment!"

All of a sudden, the curtain was raised and the big bruin was momentarily blinded by a bright light. As his eyes grew accustomed to it, he discovered that he was on a stage, looking out into a vast audience of people, all wearing ornate masks...all staring coldly at him.

"And remember, folks," the tiger announced, standing at a podium just a few feet away, "He'll be up for auction after the show!"

Commander then heard the sound of growling offstage, the crowd began to stir excitedly as two of the biggest, meanest-looking dogs Commander had ever seen in his life prowled onstage over to him. Both of them stuck their snouts into the bear's vulnerable ass...which, he now became aware of, had been smeared with some slick, oily substance. "No...no...NOOOO!!" The bear screamed, his mind shattering slowly, delicately...as the first dog mounted him.

* * *

A big lion named Henry aimlessly wandered the Bangladesh marketplace. He was trying to enjoy his first vacation of the new year, but couldn't get his mind off the disappearance of another of his closest friends on New Year's Eve five months ago. First Alan, then Commander...both very fine men. Henry missed them terribly.

His hands in his pockets, Henry navigated the crowded marketplace...and then suddenly heard a voice:

"Psst! Hey, lion!"

Henry turned his head to see a little mouse, clad in a robe and sandals, talking to him from around the corner of an alleyway.

"You wanna have some fun? Follow me!" With that, the mouse darted down the alley.

Henry had a very bad feeling about this, but something in his gut told him to follow the mouse...so, against his better judgment, he did, trailing the little guy down the alley into a side door.

The lion found himself in a rundown little store. He looked around, and saw the mouse beckoning him through another door at the other end of the shop. Henry sighed and jogged after the mouse...and then immediately found himself accosted by several dozen men of all species...many of them quite attractive. They were all scantily-clad, begging to give him sexual favors in exchange for pocket change.

He was in a gay brothel! And a very cheap one at that.

"No, no," the mouse shook his head, "You don't want any of those! Follow me...you, my good man, deserve our raunchiest, most talented slut!"

Henry's common sense was telling him to get the fuck out right now...but another part of him overrode all that...for some reason, he needed to see what the mouse had to offer. Shaking his head, he pushed past the shamelessly begging men and followed the mouse all the way into a back room.

"There he is!" The mouse said with a smile, opening the door to reveal quite a ghastly sight:

It was a bear...at least, Henry was pretty sure it was a bear - it was fairly hard to tell at first glance, since all its fur had been shaved off, a multitude of nasty-looking scars crisscrossing its bare pink skin. Its form was big, but fat...it had the remnants of a once-impressive musculature, which had faded over time, lost to a poor diet and disuse. Its genitalia had been completely cut away, leaving a sloppily-constructed hole between its legs, surrounded by unsightly scar tissue. The bear muttered something unintelligible from its toothless maw, meeting eyes with Henry...and in that moment, the lion gasped loudly and recoiled.

As broken and emotionless as the bear's eyes were, Henry immediately recognized them. There was no mistaking the identity of this bear now...

"Commander?"

And that was Henry's last word before something stung sharply into his backside. The lion roared and whirled around to see the mouse grinning up at him, holding a now-empty syringe.

Before Henry could do anything, his world swirled, seeing flashing colors everywhere before everything went dark...