Haunted Mansion - Original Version

Here is Wyndfeld's original story, though I think the first few paragraphs were already modified by me before I decided to keep a separate folder of original versions. Enjoy!

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Haunted Mansion

Original Story By Wyndfeld

Professor Samuel White was the director of paranormal studies at the university. A well-built man in his early 40’s, time had done nothing to diminish Sam’s ruggedly handsome features, and hardly a single gray hair had begun to make inroads in his thick, light brown hair. Professor White also had a friendly, cheerful personality and a ready smile, and he was well-liked and respected by both faculty and students alike. 

The Professor’s courses on the occult and the paranormal were very popular at the university, both for the inherently fascinating nature of the occult, and for Professor White’s well-known teaching style. Samuel’s humor and sharp wit made his courses fun for the students, and while the classes weren’t exactly considered great career builders, many students chose one of the Professor’s courses for the sheer fun of it. 

The Professor’s courses were also popular with many of the women on campus (and not a few of the young men) because of Sam’s magnetic charm and his dashing good looks. Many a young woman spent the entire hour of class gazing at Professor White with love-sick, puppy dog eyes. 

Ironically, Professor White’s courses were also very popular with the jocks and athletes on campus, for it was known that it was easy to obtain an A in his classes just by showing up. And let’s face it, many a jock on campus was in desperate need to boost his GPA with an A or two… 

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Autumn had come to the university, and Halloween was fast approaching. The campus was abuzz with activity, particularly since the Homecoming game was coming up just a week after Halloween, which was itself a huge party weekend for the students. 

The students in Professor White’s course on ghosts, possessions, and the occult were particularly excited, and the Professor had announced the previous week that he would be selecting 10 student volunteers to accompany him on an overnight visit to the Harper Mansion, where he would conduct a special class on the occult. And today, Professor White would be announcing the names of the 10 students. 

Harper Mansion was a large and derelict mansion that rested on a large and derelict estate on the far side of town. No one ever visited the site, for Harper Mansion had a terrifying and titillating past. As the story goes, about 20 years ago, young men in the community began to go missing. All ranged in ages from 18 to 22, and all were very handsome and athletic men. Many of the missing men, in fact, were students and athletes at the university, while others were from the community at large or farther afield. 

As weeks and weeks went by and more and more young men went missing, the community became more and more outraged. Every police officer in the county was enlisted to help in the man hunt, but still more and more young men went missing. 

A professor of paranormal studies takes his senior class on an end of the year field trip, spending the night in a haunted mansion. Unbeknownst to his all-male class of star athletes, the house had belonged to a psycho cutter in life, a violent and brutal man who the policed killed in the house. All of his old tools and gadgets remain in place to this day, and there are many tales that his ghost comes back to collect more trophies… 

THE BAIT

“You see in my research, I discovered Corbin did much more here.” Darin explained to Professor White “In the guests bedroom than in his own room.” “And I mean that makes sense, why mess up his own room?” The handsome young fox asked optimistically. “Right?” “Every thing in here is laminated, for easy clean up.” 

“So what exactly is it you’re planning?” The Professor asked, not quite believing what he was seeing. The young very well endowed Fox, was naked and spread eagle on the bed. Waist’s and ankles cuffed to the bed posts. 

“Why I thought that would be obvious Professor.” Darin exclaimed wide eyed. “Bait!” He exclaimed exasperated, at what he perceived to be the Professor’s non understanding. “With me laying here looking totally chained and helpless.” “In the very spot he claimed most of his victim’s.” “He’s bound to manifest or at least try!” The over confident young vulpine assured. Professor White nodded, trying his best to keep a blasé look on his muzzle. As he was sure the fiendish Panther would manifest. And manifest himself in away that Darin would not find to his liking! 

“A brilliant plan my boy, simply brilliant!” Professor White encouraged smirking wickedly. “But isn’t it unsafe?” The Professor asks sounding concerned. “I mean if your bound totally helpless… what if there’s a fire?” The handsome Fox rolled his big amber eye’s, at the professor’s obvious density. 

“I’ll not really be totally bound…” He explained. “Three of the cuff’s are locked… but one is not.” Darin pointed out. “My right paw can easily slip out, and the keys for the other cuffs are under this pillow.” 

“Ahhhhhh… excellent.” Professor White grunted, helping Darin slip his paw back into the loose cuff. Gently squeezing it closed slightly tighter, as he distracted the Fox. “Well my boy, I must be off.” “To see about your classmates, but I’d be back to check on you from time to time.” The professor left, leaving the studly student to his 

own devices… indeed, all of the professor’s students were left to their own devices tonight! 

Darin laid on the bed, mind racing with the ideas… 

What would happen? The ghost would probably show up with a sudden drop of temperature, and maybe a 

wavering of vision in that area. He flexed his 

powerful thigh’s, his heavy nuts drooping down between them. Something itched… Down below, near the Fox’s groin, a small piece of the silk sheet had twisted up. Into a 'finger'… and was even now very slowly caressing the dusky, virgin 

asshole. He didn’t quite understand what it was at first, and shifted. Then realizing it was only a piece of fabric, he shifted back, smiling. Letting it tickle him as his generous sheath began to thicken. His sweet musk beginning to fill the room as he purred. 'How fortunate.. Me being aroused will surely summon him here faster.' The sheet moved slowly, but more firmly with each swipe as it tickled and probed the taut ring of his pucker. 

His balls tightening, trying to draw up. But indeed they were far too heavy to pull up from such a minor arousing. So he closed his eye’s and just enjoyed the feeling of the sheet there. Moving his butt around to press against it. Thinking naively he was tickling himself! Darin got his first inkling when the sheet bunched up, and thrust into his soft snug tail hole. 

He ‘EEPED’, for it was quite unexpected, though the finger wasn’t that thick. Darin moaned as it did so, and realized with a start he could see his breath! His cheek’s blushed as he realized that the famed evil Panther was here… and was checking out his ass! He knew he had to act like he was trapped, to keep the ghost’s interest. So for now… he encouraged the ghost to manifest more. “oooooh… mmm… yes, lover, do you want me?” The silk polished his ass, as more of the sheet slithered up inside of him. Not hurting, but feeling quite strange! His mouth flopped opened in shock, as he heard a spectral voice moan into his ear. 

“Yeesssssssss!” A breath of cool caressing down over the fur in his chest, lightly ruffling it. He felt his sheath thicken all on it’s own! The Fox boi squirming with how teasing and subtle of an appearance this was becoming. 

“Oh… lover… there you are…” Darin panted, thinking his breathlessness was only excitement at the manifestation. The cool wisps of air, not much more than a hint, stroked over the Fox’s belly. As more of the sheet was stuffed finger thick into his butt. It was wriggling inside him, exploring his hot orifice lustfully. The sheet caressing and polishing his insides. He felt the silken tip of it touch against his prostate, body jerking as he felt a pleasant surge of arousal fill his loin’s. “Do you like what you see, lover?” There was a wicked chuckle inside his mind, and then the answer came weakly. 

‘Oh... I do!’ The phantasmal voice moaned softly, as if from deep in a sepulture. ‘But I am old, and weak…’ The ghostly whispered lamentinated in sepulcher tones. ‘As much as I desire to take your big beautiful balls… I can not, without your help!’ 

“Oh?” Darin grunted as the wiggling finger within him stroked his pleasure knot. It was all just a game… the ghost already had the power to manifest. Drained from the sexual energies of his earlier victims! But to hold himself together long enough for one last collection, he needed the Vulpine to provide the power. 

‘Yes…’ That soft cold voice purred distantly, sounding weak and helpless. ‘Only intense arousal… your arousal will let me!’ He explained, choosing not to lie at all this time. Darin glanced down as his big full loins, the finger massaging his prostate had done its work. His long red fox bone was almost fully erect, and already oozing a thin stream of pre-cum. 

“Uhum… can you help my knot out of the sheath?” He panted to his invisible molester. The air was so cold… it felt like frost was forming on his pointed vulpine cock! “Ohoooo!” He grunted inhaling sharply as he felt icy paw’s begin to caress his hot hard on. “Yes… ohooo yes!” He could feel phantom fingers, gripping his cock by the root and pulling his growing knot with its sheath. “Ohooo thank you!” He moaned, hearing a coldly amused chuckle within his head. 

‘No… thank you!’ Corbin’s wicked voice purred sounding stronger and much closer now! Strong icy paws stroking down along his pointed length, one paw after another. It felt like he was being milking, Darin moaned as his pre oozed even faster from his excited shaft! It was then the handsome little fox noticed the smoke haze. A shifting roiling cloud of darkness, that was centered between his wide spread leg’s. A thrill of excitement ran through him, the panther was trying to manifest! Remembering Corbin’s earlier words, Darin closed his eye’s and concentrated on getting more aroused. It was all so arousing he could almost imagine he could see the panthers gloating muzzle. He pictured the sleek Black Panther sitting between his legs, playing with his hard aroused male hood. The wicked ghost wanting nothing more that to… Suddenly the little fox’s eye’s snapped open, and he watched in a mixture of fascination and horror. As the dark swirling smoke, slowly solidified into the smiling form of the Black Panther. 

“A full body manifestation!” The little fox breathed in awe, then shivered in fear. Knowing that such an apparition, could in fact be dangerous! 

‘Indeed… and I have you to thank!’ The Black Panther purred, grinning like a demon. Even as his smooth black paw’s stroked the fox’s male organs, keeping him in a heightened state of arousal! ‘Its soooo rare I get to appear in person to do my dirty work!’ Corbin moaned in delight. ‘Normally I just have to influence my victims minds… trick them into neutering themselves!’ That cold voice purred amused. ‘And while that can be fun… I will not deny!’ ‘It’s just not the same as actually holding their junk in my paws, and taking it myself!’ Corbin’s smile widen even farther as he saw the fox look shocked at his words. ‘Oh yes your classmates have all been cut… I’ve seen to it!’ The cruel Black Panther gloated, making the fox’s eye’s bulge in shock and disbelief. ‘Professor White is such a dear… to bring me hot horny young males that are so easily influenced!’ Darin jumped and tugged at his restraints, but the handcuff was to tight for him to slip out of! ‘Ohoooooo what… can’t get away…’ Corbin teased as he watched the little fox struggling to free his paw. ‘But I thought this was what you wanted… to catch me in all my ghostly glory…’ The Panther teased. ‘Doing the thing I do best!’ His soft teasing paw clamped down savagely on the little fox’s male orb’s! Draw a loud whimper of shock and pain from the captive fox! ‘Just think… not only will you be the first to catch a full body ghost manifestation on camera!’ ‘But you’ll also be the first to be neutered by said ghost on camera!’ ‘Just think how famous that will make you!’ 

“No… no please…” Darin whimpered struggling wildly now to get away. “This… this isn’t what I want…” He denied. “I… I don’t wanta be famous… don’t wanta be… Neutered!” 

‘Ohoooo it’s a little to late to decide that!’ Corbin smirked. As his shiny pearly white claws popped out of his velvety black paw’s. ‘You’ve called him here… bid me manifest… promised me the prize…’ The little fox moaned to the ceiling, as his hip’s bucked and plunged. A smooth paw running up and down his hot hard bone! ‘You can’t deny me that prize now… oh no… now it is mine to take!’ The Black Panther purred lustfully. Darin panted heavily through his nose, his body responding to the pleasure automatically. Back arching hip’s thrusting out, pressing his loins into the Panthers ghostly paw! ‘No whining now… you gave it away!’ The little fox’s eyes widened as he felt needle sharp claw’s tickle his aroused loins! The vulpine’s beady dark eye’s now half closed popped open wide! In shock and fear as the ghostly feline grinned down at him. One strong paw squeezing that big knot, stroking that pulsing shaft! ‘Such sweet gift’s you’ve brought me!’ Corbin purred, then his needle like claws drove into the fox’s tender flesh. 

“OOOOOOOOOO!” Darin half screamed, half whimpered through his nose. As he felt the phantom panther’s hooked claws dig his nut’s out! His aroused cock bouncing up and down… erupting it hot vulpine cum all over his lower belly! Washing Corbin’s black phantom paw in the fox’s hot greasy spunk! Tears welled up in Darin’s eye’s, as that bloody paw held up his dissevered sac! The wicked grinning Panther set the fox’s dissevered jewels aside. Bloody paw’s lifting the fox’s hip’s… Darin felt his tail wrenched savagely aside. An icicle seemed to rub, and then press hard against his hot anal pucker. 

‘And now… I’ll fuck you!’ Corbin’s soft, wicked, amused sounding voice grunted. And Darin felt a rough massive icy cold organ forced up his taut tail hole! 

FIN 

All right folks that’s nine scenes if anybody has ideas… or better yet wants to write a scene. Please feel free to do so… this is right up some of your alleys… Not naming any names… but ya know who you are. Heheh… I love these kinda stories as much as the rest of you. But I know them way before their in print… so its not as exciting as reading one by someone else! Anyway enjoy…

THE KITCHEN 2

“The kitchen!” Ryan snorted in disgust under his breath, as he set up the thermal imaging camera. 

“What the fuck paranormal could happen in the fuckin’ kitchen?” The hefty bear snarled as he set the camera to auto swivel on it’s tripod. The camera turned towards him, watching him, and he nodded, satisfied. “What’s the ghost going to do, come in and cook himself up some eggs?!?” Professor White hated him, that was the only answer. Just because the bear already knew his every story, before he told them to the class! “I read all his books that’s all!” Ryan grunted as he wandered around the dusty kitchen looking over everything. The knife block and cutting broad catching his eye, but both where clean. Almost polished in they’re appearance, leaning down he sniffed. But could detect no scent of blood or cum on them. When he noticed the strangest looking appliance he’d ever seen! It was on a shelf all by itself, and while the other pots n pans had rusted and grown dirty with age, this one looked, well, in mint condition! He pulled it from the shelf, putting it on the table, forgetting about the camera as it slowly turned to face him. It kinda looked like a small waffle iron, though it had obviously been hand made. He inspected the 

front of it. There were all sorts of gadgets and locks and springs, he fiddled with it, pressing buttons and latches until it sprung open. He 

peeked inside, and couldn’t really see anything… so he snuck his thick stubby fingers in. There were… metal squares there, just like for making waffles! It was then an idea began to brew, within his mind. His cute little sheath bulged slightly, as his imagination went to work. 

He’d never seen anything like it in any of the books he read. But this was Definitely one of Corwin’s instruments of torture! But how… ’It’s 

not like it’s plugged in, I’m sure it’s safe..’ An icy, cool voice in the back of his head reminded him. The big fellow glanced around, and 

snickered nervously. ‘Why not… If I discover something Professor White hasn’t yet, I’m sure he’ll start to respect me…’ The big burly bear shed his pants, his cute little sheath sticking up against his tummy. The pink blunt head of his rather petite cock sticking up out of it. He reached down and lifted his generous pouch. Flopping it on to the table, his massive orb’s making a loud ‘Whumping’ sound. Ryan stared at the machine, fiddling with it with one huge paw, while rolling his nuts around with the other. He fondled them firmly, as he tried to figure out what went where. Then smelled… ‘Naw couldn’t be.’ For an instant he thought he smelled scrambled eggs cooking. But there was definitely nobody else in the room, he glanced around quickly. Then smiled looking down, the apple sized ‘eggs’ in his paw making him laugh. “Of course!” He grunted slapping his forehead with the butt of one paw. Opening the waffle machine up as far as it would allow, and very carefully threaded one ball into the little machine. And then the other, his muzzle twisting as he felt his huge ball’s settle into something greasy. He set the machine back on the table, peering into it. Noticing a thick wad of melting butter oozing around his fat nuts. “Yeah, obviously that’s what it’s for…” He grunted, amazed that that butter would still be in the machine after so long. “It must be used for…” ‘SNAP!!’ 

Ryan grunted, more in surprise than in pain. The machine having shifted… he could feel something 

pinching against the neck of his huge pouch. He must have activated some kind of setting. Then his beady dark eye’s widened, as he noticed the little red light on the side of the machine had began to glow an eerie red. “What the… but that’s not…” It was then he felt it, heat basking against his big proud jewels. His short thin cock was bouncing against his furry belly now. As the heat was making the butter melt faster dripping around his hefty sack. Quickly Ryan fiddled with the buttons and switches, trying to find the lever to open the diabolical device. The metal prongs of the machine beginning to burn into the fur of his thick heavy egg’s. “Holy shit, it’s not real!” The big bear screamed in denial. “It can’t be possible!” He panted in desperation. “IT’S NOT PLUGGED IN!!!” He whimpered grabbing the cord and dragging it to him, holding up the plug as proof. 

But somehow it had been activated, and now it was trying to cook his huge magnificent balls! Ryan lifted it up, and slammed it down on the table top powerfully. Trying to disrupt the heating mechanism, or break the lock! Bad idea. For there was a firm, heavy, CRUNCHING sound! As the mechanism’s springs snapped, and like a bear trap. The machine’s jaw’s slammed shut, crushing and cooking. The big bruin could do nothing, but wail as both of his fat balls were crushed. Gwooy blasts of spunk splattering up his furry belly! The popping of hot grease, and egg-batter shooting out of the sides of the machine. 

“OHOGODOHOGODOHOGOD!” Ryan squealed as he backed away, his ball sack completely severed. Watching in horror and loss, as the possessed machine cooked the trapped testicles inside. After a few minutes, there was a ‘Ding’ and then a ‘Click’ as the waffle machine sprung back open. Tentatively, Ryan reached over, lifting it up on its end! And a thick, spongy waffle like thing slid out! Bits of fur sticking out of it. Gagging he stagger to the corner, vomiting violently, and fled the room! With the laughter of a cold icy voice ringing in his ears. 

THE CHAIR 

Tor stalked back into ‘The Chair’ room, a plate in one big paw. The big Lion had found this freshly cooked morsel in the kitchen. Ryan was supposed to be setting up in there, but he had been nowhere in sight. Seeing that there was nothing else to eat in there, the Lion had quickly snatched up the treat; before Ryan could return to claim it. "Leggo my Eggos." He smirked to himself, sliding it on a plate. No syrup.. “hmph… oh well.” “If Ryan wants this, he'll just have to grow the balls to take it from me… the dork." 

The waffle had a bit of fur in it, but that was only to be expected with a sloppy bear cooking it. Cutting off a large chunk with his folk, Tor popped the hot sweet meat into his maw. Shivering in pleasure at how good it tasted, as he slowly chewed it. ‘Wonder where he got this?’ It seemed distantly familiar. The Lion thought as he worked at cutting off another big cluck. The process made 

more complicated with him being forced to do it standing up. Tor glanced around the room, but there was really only one thing within it to sit 

on. The thing all his cameras were trained on, Corbin’s Emasculation Chair. The rusty steel chair squatted ominously in the center of the room. Looking sinister and malicious with its rust stains looking like bloody marks. It had horrified and frightened him when he first saw it. But as he had examined it, seeing its cordless electric motors and it’s gears frozen in rusty blocks, the Lion’s fear had vanished. Even after understanding how it had been used, he flopped down on to the cold steel 

seat. Spreading his legs, he could see that the machine’s gears were there… big nasty interlocking teeth just ready to rip and pulverize a male’s nuts between them. His mind thoughtlessly drifted as he cut and enjoyed his treat... the taste of the waffle reminded him of another treat he had had, when he had first started dating his current lover. The slim little fox had been dating a Dalmatian, Craig.. One day he had come to Tor's home all 

dressed up in that cute sexy bondage stuff he wore. Tor had asked him questions but the fox had just pressed a finger to his lips, snickering. "Me 

and Craig have... Gone our separate ways.” “So from now on, you're my boyfriend." Tor had been far too pleased to say no, and when Jon had 

pushed him into the living room with a beer and a wink, the lion was hooked. Yeah.. the fox had cooked for him that night, cooked up some kind of 

scrambled fluffy thing. Spongy and protein like.. it was good, filling, and he had been boning the whole night long, after. This waffle tasted 

like that long ago meal. Sexy Jon... 

He Wondered what the slender sexy little fox was doing right now... probably sleeping at this time of night. Finishing his repast, he sat back 

in the chair. Picking fur from his sharp teeth with one needle like claw, the other unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his enormous sheath. Forgetting for the moment he was on camera, he fondled himself. He thought of the pleasure, he would get from Jon’s sleek body; on his return to the campus. He 

could just picture that soft slender body spread out under him. Oh how he loved sinking his mighty male hood into that tiny pucker! His cock grew for him, sheath bulging with it, then and the cooling air of the room caressing it as it emerged from hiding. 

He sat back in the chair, slipping his jeans down over his thigh’s. He pictured Jon squirming under him... writhing around his big cock. He pictured the fox grinning over his shoulder at him, hugging his huge lion stud dick. The feline panted, fist sliding up and down over his thick sturdy meat, as more thoughts of his lover’s sweet tight tail hole made him grow even harder. His eyes clamped shut, feet pushing at the floor, leaning back in the chair as he stroked his man tool and dreamed of 

spurting up his boi's tight rear... the Black Panther squeezing his cock so hard.. the Black Panther holding a pair of scissors and winking at 

him evilly. Wait, Black Panther?!? 

The lion stopped his stroking, orgasm seconds away, heart thumping in his chest. Whoa. This place must be getting to him... his breath frosted 

in the air as he pulled his paw from his cock and rested it on the arm of the chair. His boyfriend was a fox, why was he thinking of Corbin? He needed to collect his thoughts.. "Good god, that thing's on!" He blushed as he noticed the camera watching him silently. "I better turn it-" A steely shriek tore from the chair beneath him, and iron claws sprang up from the chair's arms. Pinning Tor’s thick wrists down, even as a 

second set clamped around his neck. “Son of a…” The Lion roared, as he struggled against the rusty metal. "What is this, some kinda trick?” 

“Okay, Professor, you got me..." He chuckled, hoping this was some kind of game. Those hopes where dashed when the chair began to vibrate. He 

heard a sound that was impossible, the electric motors beginning to hum. “No… way!” Tor grunted, knowing he had seen the motors himself. Ruined, 

rusted. Even without their power cords. Air kissed his naked ball sack. He glanced down between his legs and could see the whirling gears. They 

were spinning and grinding just inches from his tight ball sack. Silently he thanked heaven his sack was not the floppy low hanging kind. So 

pleased that Jon had spent some time that morning, before he left, tapping and spanking them.. they were big and swollen, and pulled up tight. If Jon hadn't done that.. "I'd be getting castrated right now.' 

‘Oh.. but the castration will come soon enough, first, though.. I have something better for you.’ The voice was in his ear, cold and frosty, and he couldn't even turn his head to see. "Who.. who's there?” “Show yourself!!!" 

‘Afraid I can't... but you've shown yourself to me plenty... tell me again about your boyfriend's hot tight ass...’ 

"What?! I... you don't know anything about my boyfriend!!!" He shuddered as the feeling of cold fingers began to toy with his erection. Slowly stroking it until pre begin to bead at the tip. He was very close before, and the adrenaline had kept him rock hard through this so far. But he couldn’t see them! His dick pulsed hot in the cool grip, the evil snickering appraising his appendage. 

‘I know quite a bit about your boy toy, Tor… and about his love for big lion dicks like yours… he'll really be disappointed next time you meet up…’ The bead on the tip of his dick flattened down, as an invisible finger smeared it over the broad cap. The lion groaned, the blades running smoothly under his balls now, so close to destruction. Amazingly his cock had never been harder. 

“Who.. what are you!! Why are you doing this?!?!” 

‘I should think who I am would be obvious…’ Fingers caressed and tweaked him, the lion groaning and slitting his eyes. ‘I exist because good needs balance… And I feed off of the dark fantasies of those within my walls. I will have to thank Professor White… he has brought me such bountiful supplies of raw sexual energy! And speaking of supplies… I believe it is time for your harvest…” 

A thick plastic tube with metal curving ‘leafs’ at the end lifted up magically between the lion’s legs. It looked… Kind of like the milking tubes they had studied earlier in the spring… but different too. Wicked. Dirty. The thick cock strained as the sucking tube slid against the 

broad head. It wouldn’t fit… Tor smirked triumphantly. But then he felt those fingers… coaxing his sensitive glans. He could feel it spreading more of the pre around his dick head… and the tube shlorphed tightly over him. He gasped, as the tube turned on… and suction pulled his cock 

deeper up into it. It felt like he was getting a blow job and penetrating something at the same time, but it was a clear solid plastic tube… 

not a hot wet hole! Suddenly his head was filled with memories, and fantasies of his foxy little lover. All the while standing in the back ground of every image was the smirking Black Panther. Angrily he tried to force the Panther out, but Corbin just shook a finger at him smiling evilly. Opening his eye’s Tor watched the clear tube crawl down his big cock. Already it was pressing against the lip’s of his golden furred sheath. Then it slipped under those lip’s sliding down into the big Lion’s sheath! “Ohooooooo fuckin’…” The big Lion screamed as the pleasure, was greater and unlike anything he’d ever felt. Closing his eye’s Tor found that the images had changed. Now it was him laying muzzle down in the bed, taking a huge male organ up his tail hole. While the evil Black Panther watching from the shadows snickering gloatingly. Opening his eye’s Tor found the tube had slipped down deep into his big fluffy sheath. The rim rubbing against his cock root, as the suction tugged all of him in. ‘Time to go from top cat to bottom pussy!’ The Panthers cold wickedly amused sounding voice purred in his head. Suddenly the clear tube began to spin on his huge barbed Lion cock. This only making the big feline moan in delight, then he felt a burning pain shoot through his loins! “FUCK… OHO FUCK!” Tor screamed as the pleasure and pain blended into something like ecstasy. The big Lion humped and roared wildly as the tube spun faster and faster. ‘You’ll Never fuck anyone again!’ Corbin’s cool voice gloated triumphantly. And then just as the big Lion was about to shoot his hot load. All sensation stopped, the tube was still spinning the big cock within it still throbbing. Tor ball’s quivered and spasmed needing to expel their load, but unable to do so. 

“I… I need to…to cum!” The Lion panted, then stopped; his jaw going slack. As he watched the tube retract taking his big organ with it. “Oh My G…G…” The big Lion whimpered, it suddenly dawning on him what the ghostly voice had meant! ‘God gives them… I take them away!’ The Panthers icily amused voice gloated derisively. ‘But if you really want to cum I could help you!’ The cold voice offered. “Wha… how…?” Tor grunted so in need at that point he had forgotten he was conversing with a ghost. The lion's nuts lurched as he watched inches he didn't even know he had slide out from the stretched holster of his sheath.. the tube lifting the whole of his 

length up, thick, gleaming. The metal leafs at the 

bottom had cinched closed as it spun, he saw, as the end lifted out... his groin feeling hot, and horny… and completely empty. Except for his nuts, throbbing in their sac. He had just been emasculated, but... he still.. Needed to cum. He ground his thighs together, against the hard nuts wedged between them, staring at his cock in the clear tube. He squeezed his ball’s between his thighs and felt them get pushed around. Cold finger’s pushing his thigh’s apart revealed his denuded crotch to the camera. He whimpered until cool ice fingers wrapped around them. 

‘Heh heh heh... poor lion... got you really riled up, taking your cock, didn't I...’ The sly evil cold sounding voice purred. Tor gasps, panting and nodding his big maned head. Spreading his leg’s wide so the ghost could tease his big aching nut’s. The Lion watched as a raw hide string lifted up from beside him, the sound of the whirring and clicking blades. Not breaking his fascination as he watched invisible paw’s carefully trussed up his fat sack! Tying up first high around the scrotum neck, and then broken off. Another piece wrapping just above his big hard nuggets. He groaned as the icy finger’s pulled them down, holding them up and stretching them out. Panting more heavily as the leather begins to wrap around and between them. The big floppy ball’s all stretched away from 

each other. As the finger’s squeezing him hard, almost until the point of queasiness stopping, then starting again. 

‘Of all the males I've ever tried this on, I've 

never gotten one to climax from it...’ Pre-cum begins to bloat out the Lion’s limp sheath. 

“I-I will!” “Just don't stop!" He begged, the icy finger’s pulled them out more, pulling them slowly down. Until the hot air from the machine below bathed over them. The rusty teeth of the spinning gears parting the golden fur. “Oho Gods… please not that!” Tor begged as the hard little nubs of the gear teeth made his ball’s bounce up and down. ‘Hahahah!’ Corbin’s cold voice laughed as a icy cold paw grabbed the Lion’s ball’s powerfully lifting them up. ‘You owe me a climax first!’ The darkly amused voice snarled, as strong paw’s kneaded Tor’s huge trapped ball’s. “Yes…yes…” Tor panted. “Make me cum!” ‘Hehehe… as you wish!’ Corbin snorted, his cold voice sounding particularly lewd and amused. Suddenly the Lion felt an icy cold finger rubbing around the rim of his hot anus! Then without warning it speared into the taut plucker, forcing it open. “Son of a…” Tor yowled. “I don’t…” He started to protest, but was silenced when the cold voice pointed out. ‘Not like you can do much else cockless!’ The first icy cold finger was quickly joined by a second, then a third and four. Before he knew what was happening, the whole paw was being forced brutally hard against his virgin anal ring! The big Lion’s sphincters instinctually fought against this violation. “Noooo Ohoo please… no… it’s to much!” The big Lion screamed bucking his hip’s up trying to escape the invading paw! The deathly cold paw did retreat, but only to punch savagely back in. Out… in… out… then there came a wet ripping sound and the icy cold paw was inside! “IIIIIEEEEIEIEEEE… motherfucker!” Tor screamed, as he felt the paw forced deep inside of him! Then just as abruptly it was yanked out! Making the big Lion squeal even louder. His predators nose picking up the strong scents of his dung and fresh blood. Then the big paw was slammed home a third time, as it passed his ring Tor felt it balled into a fist. Then pounded into the hard knot of his prostate, sending an electric shock of pleasure through him! ‘Liking that are we?’ The leering voice mocked, pushing harder. As more of the deadly cold arm entered the helpless Lion’s ass with each stroke! 

“So it would appear!” A second voice commented snickeringly. Tor’s head jerked back up, as he looked down to find Professor White; kneeling in front of him. 

“PROFESSOR!” The Lion choked in shock, and embarrassment at his situation. 

“So are you?” The squat shaggy white sheep dog asked with a gruesome smirk. As his aged paw’s rubbed the Lion’s big ball’s. 

“Huh?” Tor asked confused by his teachers sudden presents. 

“Are… you enjoying what is happening to you?” The big fluffy dog asked slowly, as if talking to a dimwit. 

“Ohooooooo!” The big Lion moaned as the icy fist stopped moving in and out of his debauched asshole. Now the icy hand was just feeling around inside of him now. 

“Hahaha I’ll take that as a yes!” The bespectacled professor chuckled. “Now look into the camera and tell us exactly what you’re feeling!” He ordered smiling wickedly as he watched the blushing Lion’s mouth work soundlessly. 

“I… I’m… feeling… he’s got his paw in my… my…” Tor tries to explain, but is to aroused and self-conscious to do more than babble. ‘Would you like to see me make him cum my love?’ Corbin purrs soft, liquid, sexy voice cats only make when they are aroused. 

“Of course, you know how I like watching a cockless male orgasm!” White answered with an evil grin. 

“You… you can hear him too?” Tor grunted, to surprised too understand what the Panther had said. ‘Just watch what happens when I squeeze his prostate gland from inside.’ Corbin was going to hurt him and there was nothing Tor could do to stop him. Icy cold finger’s found his gland, and started to close into a fist around it. The big Lion could feel the pressure, as the ghost squeezed down. His ball’s starting to pulse and quiver as the phantom finger’s squeezed. “Ummmmm ohooo gods!” The big Lion exclaimed throwing his shaggy head back and bucking in the chair. 

“That’s it… come on make him squirt my dearest one!” The Professor panted, clearly very excited by the action. His strong paw’s going wild on the Lion’s huge sagging nuts! Squeezing and smacking them around roughly. ‘I could never refuse you anything my love!’ The icy Panther purred, suddenly closing his paw so hard Tor screamed from pain. As all the stored up cum flew from his big nuts, actually managing to weakly spill from his empty sheath. The icy death grip let up on the pressure, and then clamped down viciously again. 

“UHUUUUUUUU!” The big Lion roared bucking and plunging his hips up and down wildly. As his ghostly rapist worked his throbbing gland that way. Until no matter how hard the phantom paw squeezed no more cum would come out! ‘HAHAHA… looks like I’ve drain him!’ The ghostly rapist laughed, as his shaggy dog lover wrung and twisted the Lion’s huge nuts! Tor’s shame doubled as he came, making the Professor laugh. 

“Looks like someone’s going to be a real ass slut without his cock!” The white shaggy furred sheep dog snickered kneading and forcing the Lion's huge nuts down and out through the two slits! He neglectfully dropped the pouch, which immediately began to get chewed up in the metal gears below. Tor went into shock, as he felt the gears chew and destroy his soft silken pouch. While the Professor grabbed hold of the naked balls, one in each paw; and groped them cruelly. He could feel the vitality still flushing through them. Both deep voices laughed, ringing in the spent, exhausted, decocked lion's ear’s. Even as the lion groaned unintelligibly his shaggy head rolling on his shoulder’s. “Corbin, Lover...” The dog panted, as he held and pulled the two balls taut from the groaning lion's groin. “I want to feel you sever these ball’s, while I hold them in my paws!” 

'Why of course, my love...' The professor gasped, feeling the left nut tug against his grasp. Watching in rapped fascination, as the cords split. Invisible claws neatly pulling them apart from each other. There was an almost audio able ‘SNAP’! As the ghostly claws cut the big nut free. The dog panted in arousal, as he watched the other. With eager eye’s, as it too split and snapped under those needle sharp invisible claw’s. The dog resumed his composure, as the machine ground to a stop. He had other students to tend to. 

As he strolled away, with Tor's jewels clutched in one bloody paw, the ghost claimed another trophy from inside the suction tube… 

THE SHOWER 

Rafael shook his flash light as the beam flickered, this was ridiculous. The house’s lights still worked, hell even the water still worked! The little gray Burro thought, pausing to adjust his massive loins in his baggy jeans. He’d taken this class as a laugh, thinking it would be an easy A. He’d not counted on that dick White’s stupid field trips. “God I’m sick of haunted houses!” The little Burro grumbled, he’d not seen, heard or felt a single thing in any of them. In fact the little equine thought the whole thing was a load of shit! “Paranormal… my ass, I’ve got your paranormal right here!” He joked, grabbing at his fat bulge as he felt his way down the dark hallway. His only friend in the class, Jeff, would be in the house’s gym room, he had said. Before he entered, the Burro peeled off his shirt, and tossed it 

to the side. Hoping maybe he could get a quickie blow from the ram. It’d been nearly a week, after all… Trotting up to the door, Rafael opened it, and stepped inside. His eye’s widened as he spotted Jeff seated naked on one of the strange pieces of exercise equipment, doing reps it looked like. His squat body straining as he held the iron up, the weights balancing precariously in front of his 

muzzle. Rafael was no expert at lifting weights, but that seemed awfully dangerous! And something seemed funny about the jingling piece of equipment. 

He looked Jeff over, eyes falling on a large roundish purse, laying on the base of the machine. On second glance, he realized it wasn’t a purse… but his friend’s heavy nut sack!!! 

“What the fuc…” The little Burro started to ask, as Jeff, startled, looked up at him. His friend’s big brown eye’s were wide in terror, and his furry body was covered in foamy sweat. 

“Rafael! NO!” The Ram’s hands slipped from the bar, 

and the mass of heavy iron weights dropped. Rafael’s eye’s followed the mass of weights until they hit Jeff’s trapped sack! The Ram screamed in horror and agony as his jewel’s were utterly crushed! Between the mass of weights, and the machines iron base plate! Bloody grayish fragments of his friend’s male hood splattered over the Burro’s muzzle and chest! Rafael stood, frozen in shock and horror for a long moment as Jeff toppled over unconscious. 

“OH MY GOD…OH MY GOD!” The little Burro shrieked, and danced around in terror and disgust as he realized he was covered in cum, blood and his friend’s shattered testicles. He choked as gore and bile press up against the back of his throat. 

He spun, and dashed out of the room and down the hall to a nearby bathroom. Shaking and trembling wildly as he tried to make sense of what he’d just seen. His friend had just been unmaled… and the taste on his lips told him it was very real. Was it a prank gone wrong?? He tried to wipe the scum off of himself, but found no towel. The faucet on the sink didn’t seem to work… which left only the large two-headed shower stall. ‘He wouldn’t possibly have WANTED to do that.. would he?’ The little Burro wondered, then shook his head as he turned on the water. It ran white, for about a minute, as non-used pipes were scoured clean after decades of rust. ‘Maybe one of the other students… Oh god.. what if…’ He knew that Josh was a huge homophobic-freak… maybe the dude had flipped his 

lid!!! ‘I have to tell the professor… I have to call the cops…’ He stepped into the clear water, the hot fluid washing away the chunks of gwoo, blood and nut. The drain made a peculiar noise.. almost a belch, as it washed down into it, and the burro looked down. Then laughed hysterically, as he realized he was still wearing his sweat pants. ‘Well, they’re soaked now…’ He stepped easily out of them, hooves finding easy traction on the old tub; as he hung them over the railing. Turning 

his naked groin in to face the warm running water. The water felt icy cold at first. Like, really cold, however as it covered him, the Burro leaned into it. It helped to clear his head, as he tried to get the image of Jeff's crotch exploding into his face… out of it. The water slowly felt warmer, almost scalding, and he sighed. Watching as the red swirls were eagerly sucked down the drain. A grayish chunk of nut meat soon following, making him tremble. Another gurgling sound came up as the drain swallowed the meat. The burro lifted his arms, not quite sure what could make that sound. He snorted in fright as he turned, thinking he saw a black figure standing on the other side of the frosted glass shower door!!! Gasping startled he threw himself back against the shower wall. To scared to do more than just stared at what stared back at him. Then the figure was gone, moving quickly to the left and out of the room. 

“Was that a ghost?” He asked himself shocked, then shock his long equine head. At how stupid a thought that was. “There are no such thing as ghosts!” He reminded himself firmly, this only serving to frighten him more. A chill ran through his body, his balls tightening up even as the warm 

water poured over them. He sat under it, for a long time, just starring out into the empty bathroom; through the frosted glass. The water pouring over him, soothing him subtly. Eventually putting him in an unreal state, the Burro let his head sag down. Jeff's emasculation… almost seemed like a distant memory a half forgotten dream. The ghost… his mind must be really stressed out. He turned back to the water, so warm, so soothing… And sat down in the surprisingly large tub, one hoofed leg was angled over the side. The other long equine leg slid up into the corner. The warm water bathed his chest, belly, and groin. It felt soooo good, Rafael closed his big brown eye’s. Idly played with his thickly bulging gray sheath, undulating it with his warm wet palm. Then his other hand, rolling his huge heavy nuts around underneath. He grinned, stretching them out. A powerful bolt of lust snaking it's way through his pulsing groin. He didn't pay any attention to the gurgling sound of the drain. Eye’s half closed, not noticing as a shiny black tentacle begin to rise from inside it; like a hungry cobra. Snaking back and forth as it slid over the smooth wet floor of the tub! Slowly angling up between the burro's thickly muscled thigh’s. 

Rafael had his eye’s closed, as the shower washed away the last of the grime, his mind distant. He lifted up his massive twin bulbs. Softly squeezing 

the two orange sized orbs, one at a time. “Yeah.” He grunted under his breath, dropping them on to the tub’s bottom. He loved the feeling of them thudding, splashing into the water streaming down his furry body. So he did it again, and again. Each thud calling the black, translucent tendril 

closer. Finally it spread into a wide, spatula like shape, just underneath of the burro's mammoth nuts. ‘Thu-splish.’ He huffed, feeling them land in something soft and jelly like… “Hmmmmm.” ‘Soap?’ He wondered, slowly rubbed those huge ball’s down into the thick muck. Not quite understanding what it was, but then really not caring at this point. The tentacle, for 

it's part. Began to squeeze back, sticking to the Burro's big floppy scrotum. Slowly expanding and sliding around to engulf those massive danglies. Rafael’s finger’s moved back up, and he slowly jacked his nice long black dick. Stroking it as the peculiar feeling slid over his tingling ball’s. 

When it finally had them captured, it squeezed slowly and gently. 

“Ummmmm!” Rafael gasped and stopped stroking. As he opened his eye’s, but the water poured hot and steamy into them. He reached down and fondled over his big nut’s. They felt funny, his already hairless pouch felt… strange. Thicker, and anesthetized. ‘Must be the hot water…’ The Burro thought, something still troubled the back of his mind. His thought’s returned to Jeff… and he moaned softly to himself. His fist began to stroke his cock again, the other rubbing over his chest. 

Tweaking his erect nipple’s, and rubbing his thick hard pec’s. As he thought of the Ram naked, laying in bed. The Burro’s dick pulsed thickly between his fingers, as he thought of Jeff's sac exploding. His huge nuts pulsing too as his arousal intensified. ‘Oh god that’s sick!’ He thought to himself even as his organ grew harder. 

The tentacle slowly began to pull at his huge floppies. Rafael groaned, trying to remember more about what he thought he saw; in the gym. It looked like the ram's ball’s were just lying there, on the plate between the weights. Like he had put them there, somehow, and then started lifting! Knowing that if he dropped the weights, they would come down splattering his precious jewels. The Burro groaned as he saw them exploding again, their cum and insides shooting out over him. The tentacle gripped more tightly around his 

fat nuts, squeezing them together and stretching them out. The Burro felt his butt slide along the tub bottom, as the tension pulled him down. But he didn't care, lost in a haze of twisted lust. The Burro pushed his hoof against the wall, and felt his balls stretch out more… straining. His 

cock jerked, and pulsed as he yanked it fast and hard. Even as unknown to him, another tentacle came out through the drain… then a third. Just 

as black, just as coldly evil. They snaked up along the first, before one split off. Jamming firmly between the Burro’s ass cheeks, cold and slimy as it pressed in. Rafael’s eye’s popped open, 

and he sat up sharply. “WHAT THE FUCK…” He grunted, as something began to swell huge and 

boneless inside his ass! “IIIIIII!!!” He squealed in surprise and fear reaching down to grab the wiggling thing in his ass. But then the thing twisted, punching against his prostate, and his nuts throbbed. “Ohooooooooo!” The Burro moaned falling onto his back, and spasming as his 

body tried to orgasm; but couldn't. His finger’s fell limp from his dick, and the tentacle inside of him! Paralyzed… helpless… unable to do anything but watch. As the third tendril wrapped around his organ like a barber pole. It snaked, squeezed, and stroked it until the tip was engulfed. He brays softly, watching his dick go from pink to black as 

the tentacle slowly engulfed it… It was scary, but it felt really good at the same time! It was cold and wet, but delightfully tight around his huge cock. The Burro hunched up, groaning as the tentacle pulled and pushed at him. His ass being 

stretched, now as a gallon of the tentacle stuff poured up into him. Stretching him so wide… he knew his ass would never be the same. Wet ripping sounds could be heard along with the sordid slurping sounds. Rafael felt himself sliding towards the drain again. Paralyzed still by the icy chill that wouldn't wash away. He could not resist it, even as the straining on his nuts became almost too much for the poor male to bare. His strong young equine body twitched and jerked involuntarily. Semen bubbling in his massive nuts, attempting to pour out into his thick black cock. “This can’t be happening!” He denied. The tentacle around his mighty organ pinching at the base. As the other pinched around his huge floppy nuts, too. Both pinching… pulling harder, and harder. As his prostate was ground and prodded... beaten and battered. Rafael felt his organ’s nearly simultaneously pull free from his body. Starring in astonishment as his huge hefty Burro cock tilted 

over to the side. Then flopped out of his furry gray sheath, tiny stub retreating inside. Then he groaned as his colossal nut’s separated from his body. He felt them go, one, then the other, their familiar, comfortable weight gone. His eye’s scrunched shut, as he thought of his bud Jeff's nut’s shattering under the hundreds of pound’s 

of weight. His body clenched, and spasmed harder and harder as it orgasmed, even without the organs. 

Clear shiny fluid shooting from his empty sheath, as the thing in his ass milked his prostate dry like a raisin. As the burro passing out, the tentacles retreated. Leaving their prize’s for a white furred, shaggy paw to pluck up. 

Professor White snickered, and claimed his trophies, taking them to join the others… 

The Lab

Lance stood close by the door, of Corbin's strange laboratory. The place was a wreck. There was broken glass, and empty plastic containers 

laying where they had been tossed so long ago. Cabinet doors were hanging open, the cupboards stripped bare except for dust. Still the room had a strange chemical scent, and a evil foreboding 

presents to it. The huge, broad shouldered red horse shifted from hoof to hoof uneasily. Wondering why it was he always seemed to get the 

creepiest rooms. Ryan got the kitchen... “The kitchen... what supernatural could possibly happen there?” The big horse grunted uncomfortably. 

“And I get sent to the basement!” He grumbled shivering, knowing the bear would have been in heaven if he'd got this creepy place. Lifting the 

school owned camcorder to his eye, Lance wandered around the disheveled room. His tall frame stood out… he knew he shouldn't have worn the simple blue jeans and white t-shirt. But it was all he had, that was clean. He stepped over a plastic bin full of green rubber bands, all melted and fused together with age. “Guess the cops really tore this place apart!” He explained for the camera. “They thought this was going to be the place were Corbin kept all his… ahem… trophies.” The big stallion grunted in disgust, at the thought. He could all too easily almost imagine the dirty, stained jars full of grisly cuttings. “Of course they never found a thing…” The big horse explained for the camera, sweeping it over jars of mildewed preservative bottles, all empty. “They think he…” Lance swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as 

he worked to hold down his bile. “Ate them.” 

He paused, to check on his stallion meat and his two taters. Yeah, everything was fine. He scanned the dark dirty shelves with the camera's light. 

Until his eye's caught something that almost made his jump out of his pelt. One filthy jar on a back shelf had what appeared to be a long black 

slender penis in it! Lance did a quick double take, his rational mind kicking in. 'No way the police would have missed that!' He assured 

himself, quickly turning away. He hurried back to the room's door, then set the camera up on its tripod. He turned it on.. being so tall, the tripod only came up to his groin as he stood in front of it. The camera had a really nice view, too, his maleness really gave the denim a pronounced bulge. He adjusted the light, moving the camera this way and that, panning it back and forth. As the horse thought about going upstairs, and asking Ryan if he’d like to trade place’s. But no, the Professor would be pissed if he did that. He unconsciously rubbed at the tight material again, as he looked over the tripod. ‘Wonder what that was in the jar?’ The thought seemed to pop into his head from nowhere, Lance shook his long equine head. “I probably don’t want to know!” He grunted under his breath, as a shiver ran down his spine. Still curiosity gnawed relentlessly at his mind, until he flicked his flashlight on. And stomped back towards the filthy jar, and its mysterious contents. “No… this is ridiculous.” The big horse muttered turning to start back towards the door. “Then again.” He turned around, and headed back into the lab, and.. back to the jar. “I think I've found…” He picked up the jar, as if holding a live grenade, and very gingerly stepped back to the camera. He wasn't really comfortable showing his face, so he stood a little closer than he needed to. He was holding the sever maleness.. the penis of a guy from like fifteen years ago!!! He held it up for the camera to see, the black tube coiled up inside the jar. “I think this is the first ever real.” “Uh… well I guess it's a trophy?” “It looks like a really thin penis, all curled up…” The horse trailed off. “Huh… well maybe it's not.” “Hold on.” He looked around, grabbing an exam table; he pulled it over. The metal screeched and the heavy vibrations made the camera shake. The huge horse pulling the two hundred pound table over with almost no trouble. He perched back against 

it, butt resting on the edge; thighs spreading a bit. “I think this isn't a penis after all…” 

Lance felt a flush of excitement race through him. And possibly relief that he wasn't holding a pickled penis!!! He crammed the jar between his meaty thighs, then wrapped a huge hand around the lid. Slowly twisting it, the threads sheared off with all this tork. And the lid crumbled in his fist… yellowish fluid spilling all down the side of his leg. “AAAW SHIIIIT!!!” Lance set the jar off to the side, a little to quickly. Accidentally knocking it over… water spilling down the length of the table. The camera picking up the thing twitch 

inside, but the stallion distracted did not. He quickly shimmied out of his snug jeans, tugging one huge hoof; then the other through the legs of the jeans. Then he stood back up straight, it took a minute for him to realize. He’d not worn any boxers, and the red horse briefly tried to cover up his crotch. “Shit, shit, we'll have to edit this…” He hastily reached for the camera, and then stopped. “Fuck.” He swore leaning back against the table, and chuckling slyly. “Well, I guess I got nothing to worry about!” “I'm a horse after 

all… don't need to be shy.” Lance's long flowing tail flicked across the table. Batting the jar as he proceeded to show the camera how a male horse is equipped. “This is my sheath…” He snickered grabbed it, skinning it back. “And this is my cock…” He bent it to the side, showing off it's profile. “Notice the nice flare?” “That's what makes my girl friend scream every other Thursday…” He snickered stiffening, the horse hose beginning to fatten up and droop out of his sheath. He spread his thigh’s wide and pulled up his weighty balls. “These are my nuts… the things ol’ Corbin would have giving his right eye to have!” He stretched and rubbed them a bit. “As you can tell, Cindy's going to get a hosing tomorrow night.” “They're packed full of yummy stud cream.” He stroked them, fingers splayed lovingly over their surface. “Just right for a growing girl… and trust me heh.” He grabbed his by now half hard, long floppy horse length and wiggled it at the camera. 

“Some parts of her are stretching out just fine!” He chuckled, the fear of the place lost as he goofed around. Cock dropped to hang, he turned, and his arm moved to pick up the jar. “I'm not sure what this is…” The finger’s dig around, and pull the black worm like thing out. “It look’s like… I dunno… a very shiny centipede.” “Without any legs… maybe?” “Hmmmmm.” “Definitely a preserved animal of some sort.” The finger’s massage and maneuver the creature. Stretching out the dead, pickled corpse into a two-foot strand. “I wonder if this is… huh…” He laid it against his penis, noting that it was just as long. “Maybe.” His dick hardened, throbbing hot and heavy against the creatures body. “But I didn't think they were real…” “Professor White taught us about Corbin's… errr… penis bugs.” “I forget their scientific 

name… sorry professor.” The horse maneuvered it around his big hard on, picking up his long thick 

rubbery cock in one hand. Then angled it towards the camera, as the other held the bug about three inches back. “This bulbous part here, yeah.” He 

held it close to the camera, the tiny mouth in a little snarl. “This part was the front… head and it went down into the piss slit.” He had no idea why, but to show the camera. He pulled back on his cock skin, his glans tugged back; and his slit gaped open. Thick enough for a smaller furs finger to slip up. He knew that, of course knew he could stick a tube down there. And he had many times 

before, having his girlfriend suck on the other end like he was a Hi-C fruit drink. He shoved the end of the worm down into the open glans, to 

show the camera. “And the thing would crawl down into the victim penis… Ahem!” He grunted almost imagining he had felt it move. “supposedly it would like eat it from the inside out, or whatever but…” He grinned off camera, and seductively began to stroke the thing into him. A few inches in, and then pulling out, then pushing it a little further 

in. “There are no fucking ghosts down here!” He grunted quite thoroughly aroused by now. “So I'm gonna show you a little jerk off trick, I call the pipe cleaner.” His dick surged with heat and firmness, swelling out rock hard and all the bulges sticking out. “Yeah, now that’s hot… the bulge is all big and stroking my cum chute real nice.” He grunted as he shoved the creature up and down inside of his urethra. “I can feel it… its…” He grunted as he definitively felt it wiggle and expand this time. “Whoa!” He grunted a shiver of fear and pleasure running up his spine. “What the…” “THE HELL???” He squealed, as the slender black creatures body. Suddenly stopped sliding back out, he yanked at it powerfully. But the wet slick body slipped out of his fist, and as he watched slithered in deeper. “Mother fucking… hell…” The big stud screamed and quickly grabbed the half still hanging out of his piss slit. And again tried to pull the now wiggling and squirming creature out of his mighty cock. “Uhuu!” Lance grunted, as he felt the things fat body dig against the tender flesh inside his slit. His mind racing, trying to remember everything he could about the thing. But all he could really recall, was that it doesn’t start eating until it was all the way in. He knew there was some reason for that… but really couldn’t remember what it was! It hardly mattered, right now all the horse was worried about; was getting the thing out of him! He tugged again feeling it’s slimy body slip between his finger’s this time. More of it wiggling up his huge cock, as it escaped his grip. “No… fuck No!” He squealed clamping his grip down tightly again. This was bad, Lance realized. Very bad… he need medical help, quickly he trotted over to the door. But realized that as long as he held the creature with both hands he couldn’t open it. Releasing one hand he reached for the door knob. “Whoa!” He screamed as he felt the creature surge through his single grip and climb even deeper into his precious cock. “Shit shit shit shit!” He swore, forgetting the door and grabbing the invader again. “Help… Help… somebody!” He screamed, then remembered that Corbin had all the rooms sound proofed. Nobody could hear him even if they were right outside the door. His only hope was that the Professor or someone else comes down to look in on him! How embarrassing would that be? Still it was better than having this…this thing chew his cock off! He hadn’t noticed that the camera lens had been following his every move. Moving back over to the table he sat again, spreading his hefty thighs wide. Unthinkingly giving the camera full view, of his nude groin and the struggle. As he desperately tried to think, there had to be an easier/better way to do this. Maybe… reaching up he pinched his urethra closed just above the things head. The creature wiggled and struggled hard against the pinched off tube, then relaxed. “Ahhhh that’s easier!” He grunted relaxing his grip on the long slimy body, when a sudden sharp pain flared in his cock. “OUCH!” The big stud shouted, his fingers releasing the pinched urethra. Instantly the creature began slithering deeper into his stallion hood. “Son of a fucking bitc…” Lance grunted, grabbing at the tiny bit of tail left hanging out of his distended piss slit. Suddenly his mighty cock leaped up in his grasp, pleasure tingling through it. “Ummmmm…” It felt like the creature’s long stringy body had begun to vibrate within his cock. The pleasure making it hard for him to concentrate, his finger’s losing what little grip they had left. He hardly noticed as the last few inches of the worm slithered into his cock. Lance’s long equine head rolled on his broad powerful roan shoulders. “Ammm fuck…” Moans clutching at his big organ now, three fingered hand’s stroking along its length. The pleasure growing within his loins, until he felt that sudden rush of orgasmic release. Strangely it felt like his big load was going from his cock into his ball’s. Instead of spurting out of his huge over full balls down his cock! But that was silly looking down he could see his cum oozing out his distended urethra. It was then he noticed the little pin of a black tail, wiggling around in his white spunk. “Oh gods!” The big stallion squealed, realizing that the thing was fully inside of him! Gripping his colossal cock tightly he tried to milk the thing out of his urethra. But as he did so there was a odd wet sounding ‘SSLLOOOPP!’ And he big stiff organ slipped from its sheath, and the stallion found himself looking at the root. Without a word his wild eye’s rolled back in his head and he collapsed on to the table. The camera lens capturing it all, it was some hours before the horse awoke to find himself fully dressed. The room was just as it had been when he entered. No moved table, no jar full of wicked bug. “Wow what a freaky dream!” Lance grunted sounding dazed and befuddled. “But… but it seem so… so rea….” 

“So how was your night my boi?” Professor White’s warm voice inquired as he came in. 

“Errr…” Lance stammered not wanting to admit he’s fallen asleep on duty. 

“Oh… uneventful I take it.” The shaggy old dog chuckled. “Well you can’t see something every time, if you could there would be no mystery.” He chuckled. “You look worn out… here take my car back to your frat. He grunted handing Lance the keys. “I’ll review the footage.” 

“Ahem thanks Professor.” The big stallion slurred feeling weak and dumbfounded. 

“No problem my boi… I know you’ve got a big night planned tomorrow.” “I was young once!” He assured as Lance gave him a startled look. 

“Oh… ok” The big stud grunted staggering away, the 

drive back to campus was luckily a short one. He 

reached down only once, his nut’s itching something 

fierce, even in his daze. Pulling in, he staggered 

into his room he shared with his buds. The frat house was dark and silent, all the equine frat 

brothers fast asleep. Lance was asleep before his head even hit the pillow. The horse's body twitched, thrashed... it being a Wednesday night, none of them were really out partying. Lance’s body was illuminated by the full moon glittering in through the window. Jerome was the last to seek his bed, having been studying late with his 

chem lab partner at the library. He snickered as he spotted his buddy's huge ball’s between his heft thighs. Not noticing the strangely empty sheath just above. “Lance, buddy.” He snickered, pausing to pat his bud's huge ball’s as he walked by. Then pulled his paw back quickly, recoiling in repulsion. As he finds his buddies nut’s hot, and lumpy. “Dude… sick man, I told you that skank was no good!” He choked as he took the top bunk, wiping his paw on the sheets repeatedly. 

Deep inside Lance’s nuts, the eggs laid by the bug were feeding. Only the size of sperms themselves at first. They had wiggled and squirmed their way down into the hardy, over juiced meat of Lance's balls. Anchoring themselves there, the ten or so bugs had begun to feast! Sucking up the other sperms that floated by, nursing nutrients from the passing blood stream. They grew, and grew, until they twined their way through 

the horse’s ball’s. Like some kind of weird tape worm... 

Lance was having a dream... he was fucking his slut, pounding her hard… Even tho’ he didn't remember his girlfriend being a Black Panthress, he didn't care. His nuts were bulging with seed, and he needed to empty them out. The panthress's hole squeezed against proud equine salami slowly his cock shrank down, as the pussy leeched at it. “Come on, not so rough!” He panted, even as he could feel himself about to cum! 

Brock shifted in his sleep, the huge Clydesdale in the next bed rubbing at his forehead. Had he heard 

something? He looked over, watching his frat bud Cam humping against his mattress. “Horn dog!” He snickered and turned over, going back to sleep. 

Within his dream, Lance was desperate needing to. Trying to cum, his cock was… he couldn't feel it! But his hot gwooy cum was coming out anyways. He felt the first looooong bolt slowly wiggle it's way out of his testicles… Coiling up through his 

Body. He pulled back, his cock gone, his panther 

Girl… now boyfriend laughing as they both watched. The worms wriggling one after another up from his deflating nuts and out of his empty sheath. Hissing hungry little snakes… Lance had no idea what it meant. As one after another left the 

nest of his nut sack. Which as the last one left, drooped completely empty and almost flat. He just shook his head, and shrugged to the panther who was snickering derisively. 

“Don't look at me!” The Panther said. “I'm not a 

doctor... but maybe I should check your prostate…” Lance’s dreamed in his dream-turned nightmare as the ghost turned him over. “Hey I’m not… I’m… straight!” The big stallion protests. As the Panther mounted him, like a stallion mounts a mare. 

“Not straight… got it!” The Panther snickered an began to fuck him with what looked like his own missing cock. 

“But… but… don’t… I like…” 

“Like it in the butt!” The grinning Panther chuckled. “Yeah I know!” 

The dorm room was silent, except for the slithering of the worm beasts. As they dropped out of his sheath, and onto the floor… They began to spread out, each one a trained hunter who's instincts taught it to find and attack any male. 

Brock woke up again, a bloated feeling in his bladder… At the foot of his bed, a bug wormed its way towards his naked groin. ‘Damn… gotta drain the lizard!’ The massive Clydesdale thought turning and sat up in bed, the snake lunging for him just as he sat up. And tottered towards the bathroom, to relieve himself. ‘Miss!’ 

Meanwhile on the bunk above the moaning Lance, Jerome is just drifting into that twilight slumber. When he begins to dream, finding himself in a huge bed with a strange Black Panther. ‘Ready to be screwed?’ The Panther asks with a leering smile. “Screwed… by you?” Jerome asked looking down amused at the felines tiny cock. ‘Oh but I think you’ll like this!’ The Panther snickered moving up between Jerome’s big equine leg’s. Strong paw’s spreading them, even as the stallion’s huge cock lay throbbing and drooling. Reaching down the Panther lifted the fat fucker, and smilingly inserted his long thin black cock. Into Jerome’s gaping urethra, as the big horse watched the long thin snake like cock disappeared up his. While in real life, the worm had found Jerome’s huge drooling stiffie; hanging out of his shorts. Instinctively the worm slithered up the gaping hole! 

While across the room, a lean young Arabian stud. Was dreaming a slender sexy Black Pantheress was teasing his huge cock with her tongue. Incredibly slithering her long slick tongue up his piss slit! Most of the other stallions in the room were having similar dreams. For the paint stud it was a very handsome male Panther. 

The Puppet 8 

The Nick sighed and shivered, more than a little creeped out. This den of Corbin’s was anything, but a fun place! Antique weapons, and lots of stuffed heads from expeditions that the panthers ancestors had collected. On the dark continent of Africa a long long time ago littered the walls. 

“Heh… they probably neutered all these poor saps, too…” The big Nick grunted under his breath, as he looked from a stuffed rhino’s head to that of a lion. “Looks like one of Moose’s ancestors.” He muttered as he paced around. Finding that the only thing that wasn’t creepy in that room was… Well it was a little Black Panther hand puppet. It was kind of cute really, a black one in the form of a cartoon Panther. The Nick was well over eight feet tall, and his antlers taller still. Standing up got him tired real fast, and the boredom only adding to his discomfort. He picked the little puppet up, sitting in a well-stuffed recliner. 

The den was still in pretty good condition, except the desk. Which had been ransacked, by the armies of police no doubt. He turned the little black puppet over and over, looking it curiously. “You’re a cute little thing…” He decided, why the hell not. And put his left paw into the hand puppet. It fit literally, like a tight warm glove. He moved the fingers, making the Black Panther puppet wiggle it’s arm’s, as if just waking up. “Heh heh… well hello there.” He brought it up to his long muzzle, and ran the finger’s of his off hand over the hard little Ivory teeth. “Very intricately manufactured… just like a panther really.” He paused, and then slid his fingers inside. The mouth of the puppet was lined with some exquisitely soft material. He blushed at the thought that went through his head, and remembered where he was. 

“Nonsense…” But then an even more bizarre thought crossed his mind. “Just like… Corbin looked like, probably.” He lifted the puppet again, and tested the arms once more making them wiggle. “Hi there little fella… what’s your name?” The Nick said jokingly. 

'my naaaaaaame essssss Cooooooooooooooooorbin.' 

The Nick blinked… or tried to, but the little puppet was staring back at him now. It’s glittering little green eye’s winking in the half light. ‘Was it real?’ Or was he just making the voice up in his head? It couldn’t possibly be a… a haunted hand puppet? In any case, it was fascinating and seemed harmless enough to the big Nick. 

“Why hello, Corbin.” The Nick answered smiling and reclining, getting comfortable and spreading his legs. “And what do You like to do, little fella?” 

‘Suuuuuuck diccccccck…’ The puppet replied almost sounding amorous as it starred up at him. 

“Oh really?” The big Nick smirked, remembering how nice the material inside the puppets mouth felt. “And what kind of cocks do you like?” He asked, stroking the little puppets sleek head with one finger tip. 

‘Biiiggg ooonnneeessss!’ The smiling little figure moaned, sounding positively lustful. 

“Well now…” The Nick snickered, unbuttoning his loose fitting kaki trousers. “Isn’t this lucky… because I just so happen to have a really big one right here.” The big Nick’s long pale pink organ had slipped from his sheath. And as he unfastened his trousers, the big organ flopped out to lay pulsing on his belly. 

‘Ammmmm… it looks sooooooo gggoooodddd!’ The little puppet’s cool wicked voice moaned, sounding less cartoony and more adult. With his off hand the Nick picked up the long floppy organ. Jacking his big furry fist up and down it’s length slowly. Until a silvery bead of pre glistened from the urethra slit. 

“Would you like a little taste?” The big Nick smirked, as he aimed the head of his huge cock at the puppets mouth. 

‘Ohooooooo would I!!!’ The little Panther’s mouth twisted up into a wide eager smile. The Nick teasingly rubbed the tip of his cock over the puppets mouth. Surprised to see a tiny red tongue hanging out of the tiny felines mouth. Somehow he’d managed to smear the little tongue with his sticky cum. “Oh… heheh looks like you really do like that huh.” The Nick chuckled amused as he made the little puppet felines arm’s hug his thick shaft. “Wanting more… huh little guy.” 

‘Ummmmm hmmmm!’ The lustfully amused voice answered, as the two little arm’s rubbed up and down the big cock. Almost trying to feed the big rounded head between it’s little jaw’s. The Nick felt a slight twinge of doubt, and fear. This puppet was acting strangely, which was doubly bad, considering puppets shouldn’t act at all. But his cock felt good out in the open… and besides it was just a silly puppet. He had his fist up its butt! He was definitely in control! As if to prove himself wrong, he bent the base of his dick. Slapping that big round head right between the puppet's soft velvety lips. They stretched wider, in a way the Nick didn't think he could manipulate it. And he watches as the gleaming cap vanished between the thick, shiny Ivory teeth. Snickering as he feels the heat of his maleness press against the tips of his fingers. Through the thin 

walls of the puppet’s fabric. The puppet for its part, seemed to love it. Well, he made it love it, anyways. Wriggling his fingers, he made the soft fuzzy arms stroke his shaft more. Milking it upwards, a deep groan escaping from his thick chest. 

“Oho your quite the slut… Corbin.” The big brown Nick moaned. As the head of his big organ slipped through the velvety interior of the puppet’s mouth. The big Nick could almost imagine, that he felt his big fucker being sucked deeper into that fanged mouth. Why not give this possessed puppet a tease… he ground his hips upwards. Feeling the heat of his maleness slide down along his fingers, the broad cap flat against his palm. “Hee hee… how do you like that, li’l Panther toy?” 

“Ammmmm ggggoooodddd!” The little black feline purred lustfully. The head of the puppet was stretched wide, and the Nick got the feeling that it would split open. If he pushed his long thick organ all the way down. Its gullet was moist from his pre, and warm. Almost nursing on the last three inches of his dick. 

“I dunno, Corbin… you got my cap all right… but what about the rest?” “I don't think you could handle more than an inch or two more.” Suddenly the voice that had been funny and cartoony grew steely. 

“Then it’ll just have to go down a few inches at a time!” Instantly the puppets little arm’s began stroking the sides of his cock, feeding it even deeper! 

“Errr… huh.” Nick grunted twisting his big antlered head to the side curiously. As the puppets mouth widened into a lusty diabolical grin. Those small Ivory teeth suddenly looking much bigger and sharper! The big Nick was now decidedly uncomfortable, and tried to pull his big fucker out. But those sharp little teeth dug into his delicate flesh holding it in place. “Ouch!” Nick grunted, as he tried to free himself. But through his hand was wide open within the puppet, its slobbering little jaws remained firmly closed! ‘Slobbering jaws!’ The big Nick did a quick double take, sure enough the puppets maw was dripping. ‘That has to be just my own pre…’ Nick thought as he watched the puppets mouth drool. “Let go!” The big Nick demanded, but the grinning puppet just fed more of Nick’s cock into its maw. “I said Let Go!” The Nick yelled angrily, trying desperately to pull his hand out of the puppet now! But it was like the velvety little beast was glued onto him. Reaching over with his other hand, Nick grabbed the puppets head. Instantly those little jaw’s snapped tighter, making him moan in pain. As those big Ivory fang’s dug into his cock flesh! “Oooowwww… son of a…” The big Nick swore quickly releasing his grip, watching in horror and the puppet swallowed yet more of his thick male organ! 

‘Ammmmmmm you feed me soooooooo well!’ The puppets cold amused voice purred happily. The big Nick couldn’t believe it… it was clearly impossible. But over two thirds of his mighty length was inside the little toy now! And worse within it’s depths he could feel his organ tingling in need. As a hot slick velvety smooth tongue licked and lapped over his aroused cock. 

“Ohohooooooo!” A long loud moan of pleasure escaped him, for as bizarre and scary and the situation was. It was still highly erotic and pleasurable feeling! 

‘Give in… you know you want to… feed me!’ That wickedly cold voice half purred, half moaned. Whether it was anger or lust or half of both he was never sure. But suddenly the big Nick made up his mind, and rammed his huge fucker ball’s deep into the toy! But as his sheath lip’s kissed the puppets velvety black one’s. Like some kind of ancient steel trap, those jaw’s snapped closed! 

“IAIAIAIIIIII!” The Nick screamed, as pain and pleasure swirled within his brain. The little puppets not so little teeth, were slowly biting and sawing into his cock root! Bucking wildly, he struggled in earnest to pull the puppet away from his crotch now! Even as part of his mind still couldn’t accept that it was really happening! Suddenly the pain vanished, as those sharp little teeth sheared through nerve endings. The big Nick flopped back in his seat, breathing deeply. Glad that the sensations had stopped, his head was spinning. When he suddenly became aware of the sound, like a cleaver cutting through meat. Looking down again, he was startled to see the little puppets head buried in his bulging sheath. As he watched in sickened fascination, the little puppets black head pulled out. The velvety black muzzle smeared with bright red stains. It’s little red tongue slipped out, licking it’s chops gloatingly. 

‘Ammmmmmm that was good!’ That wickedly cold voice purred, sounding anything but funny and cartoon like now! It was then the Nick realized his sheath was hanging open and empty! He couldn’t fathom it, the little panther puppet have devour his whole cock! ‘Now I’m ready for my dessert!’ Corbin’s cold cruel voice smirked, the little puppets smiling mouth. Stretching impossibly wide, those needle like teeth even larger and more deadly now! 

“Desse… Dessert!” Nick moaned in confusion, as he watched the little puppets head tilt downwards. The big Nick followed the little panthers eye’s, down to his big bulging nut sac… “Oh no… Please NOOOOOO!” He screamed like a bitch as the little panther puppets mouth open unfeasible wide. Then like a predatory beast pouncing on those mighty orb’s!!! 

FIN

THE OPERATING ROOM

Adjusting the video camera’s focus on to the bare dull silver table top. Brett shivered, not because it was particularly cold. But because the operating room was so… sterile and uncongenial. Of all the rooms in this house of horrors it was the most normal. But then that made it the most frightening some how! Because what had gone on in it for years was so shocking and deviant. 

Lured here by promises of sex, money, or drugs. Over ninety young male furs had been tricked, seduced or forced to give up that which made them male! Corbin the Black Panther must surely have been hopelessly mad. It couldn’t have been just plain envy and spite, that had led him to emasculate so many! The handsome fox paced around uncomfortably, his feet hurt and his leg’s were tired. But the one rickety old chair was broken, that left only one place to sit. Swallowing hard Brett edged up and sat on the stainless steel operating table. 

Feeling the coldness of the metal through his jeans and fur. It was just like one of the old time Vet tables. It even had all the odds and ends. Turning Brett lifted his leg’s, placing them into the steel stirrups. Then lay back flat starring up at the massive over head lights. Luckily those were not on, laying there he wondered how many of Corbin’s victims had met they’re fate in his position. There were other rooms of course, and the professor said things had happened in all of them. Surprisingly as he lay there his eye lids began to droop. And he found himself drowsing, drifting in that strange twilight between wakefulness and sleep. 

As he did, images filled his mind; he saw Corbin standing over a prostrate male. The light from the over head light’s running like water over the Panthers shiny black fur. As often happens in dreams, Brett found his view point shifting. At times he was the victim on the table, at times he was Corbin smiling down wickedly. And indeed at other times he was a disembodied spirit watching from the corner. The cold from the table seemed to seep into him, making his body go numb. Trying to move, Brett found that he was unable to do so; but this didn’t worry him. He knew about sleep palsy and so just drifted along with the dream. As it just seemed to get stranger and stranger. For it appeared that it was the panther on the table. But in the next instant, he was looking up from the table as the panther grinned down at him. 

Then just as he was getting use to that, he found himself watching from the corner. As the panther standing up, got ready to neuter himself who was laying on the table. It was confusing and thrilling all at once. The standing Corbin was naked, his long sleek black tail curling and twitching. And he was cutting the clothing off the motionless Corbin on the table. Brett shivered, as he felt the razor sharp scalp blade tickle against his skin. Then was looking down as he carefully split the seams of the panthers clothing. Stripping the ruined jeans and shirt off, Corbin’s sleek dark body. He watched as the Black Panther tossed those shredded rags away. His firm strong paw fondling the silky black sheath and scrotum. Moaning, as those smooth leathery pad’s slid up to grasp; and masturbate his pulsing cock. Panting in pent up sexual frustration, as he watched impotently from the corner! 

Trembles as the buzzing shears vibrate on his sensitive scrotal flesh. Carefully shearing all the short black fur off the pale pink ball sack. Starring as the electric clippers are sit aside, flesh cleansed of it’s loose fur. Feeling cool air on his ball sack for the first time. He lifted the gleaming scalp in one gloved paw, smiling as the light glittered off its edge. Moving closer out of his corner as the blade slit up the center of the naked sack. A sudden dizziness washing over him as he felt his flesh part. Grins in wicked delight as he fish’s the orb’s from within their casing. Observes as the cords and blood vessels of his left nut are clamped, then deftly sliced. Body jumping and jerking as the nerves are dissevered pain burning deep in his guts. Sews the clamped blood vessels and cords thrusting them back into the empty sack. 

Leers as he supervises the clamping off of the second set of cords and vessels. Heart racing in panic, feeling his second orb’s blood choked off. Knowing that is would be cut off in a moment, feeling loss and fear. Smile broadening as he senses that his victim knows he’s about to be unmaled. Drools in helpless desire, as he watches impotently. As the second testicle is removed and placed in a bowl of preservative. Struggles weakening even as the second ache in his gut’s throb. Smiles at a job well done sewing the vessels and placing them back in their sack. Sealing that small wound with silvery metal surgical stapes. Fades back into the corner, desires burning within him. As he notes that the naked nuttless figure on the table is no long a Panther. Brett’s body jerked awake and he half sat up, finding his naked leg’s in the tables stirrups. ‘Ahhhhhh to sleep… perchance to dream… MMHahahaha!’ Corbin’s malevolent ghostly voice echoed off the cold sterile wall’s.

THE GUILLOTINE ROOM

 

THE GUILLOTINE ROOM

Josh explored the guillotine room, checking that it was empty. Everything was still and silent. The dark wood and cobwebs seemed to swallow all sound. Closing the oak panel door’s, the big wolf paced around the room, his eye’s never leaving the guillotine. He imagined Corbin’s victims, standing there locked in place, knowing the razor sharp blade was about to drop. About to remove their maleness in one quick clean slice, totally emasculating them, while the panther watched on and gloated. The thought made Josh’s own enormous male hood begin strain against the inside of his trousers. Stalking over to the video camera, Josh turned it off, and then, with one final guilty glance around to make sure no one was watching, Josh began to strip. First his shirt, unwrapping it from around his meaty torso, pectorals gleaming with their thick layer of 

fur. He briefly stroked down over his chest, looking at the guillotine. Not even noticing as he did that the little red light atop the camera 

had come back on! He unbuttoned his tight jeans and worked them down his thick muscular thighs. His cock hung half out of his sheath, thick an 

fat. His girlfriend always told him he had a real trophy package… He toyed with it, stroking the thick dick, pulling the sheath up and down 

along it. Staring at the sharp blade of the artifact, he had a big, aching hard on in minutes. Pausing, he looked down to watch the huge organ 

jerk up and down. He cupped under his fat nuts, rubbing their soft warm fur under his dick. Pulling it all taut, he imagined what his crotch 

would look like without them. Pre-cum bubbled at the end of his cock. 

He moved up to the guillotine, checking that the steel safety pin was securely in place. He lifted the genital collar and peeked at it, it seemed relatively clean. The metal underside even looked freshly polished. He lifted up his balls, flopping them over the edge, cock twitching against his belly as he held it out of the way. The big male shuddering as illicit thrills shivered up through him. He bent the huge cock down, over the balls. Letting it drop down into place, the collar just 

rested over his bulging loins. He grinned. ‘They hadn’t counted on someone like Me using it.’ He rested his fingers atop the collar and squeezed 

it over his junk. He pushed it down towards the other side like one would the top of an overstuffed suitcase. He felt the latch click, and lock. Instantly the stretched band released to keep the victim from bleeding out. Josh was somewhat surprised that the band was as powerful as 

it was. He’d figured that the old rubber would be weak and brittle. But from the feel of it the band was working perfectly, a shiver ran down his spine. His trapped cock jerked up even more excited, throbbing and hard, as he watched it bob in the full length mirror. ‘I would make a perfect victim.’ He thought to himself, admiring his form, and the way his junk stuck out from the hole in the guillotine. Arousal surged through him, a drop of pre hanging down from the flared tip, towards the 

bucket below. He shuddered as he thought of all the packages, just like his, that had thumped, fallen, and clanged into that bucket. Idly he wondered what sound they made… 

‘If you’re going to play, you might as well get the full excitement from it.’ A voice in his mind encouraged. He lifted one ankle, and the other slipping them into the shackles, then locked his left paw into its shackle. “Oh No, no, please release me.” He begged under his breath, as he 

fantasized the panther was victimizing him. Moving his right paw around he jacked his huge cock a few times, until his pre was dripping into the catch bucket, and then reached up to caress the blades release button. Rolling his thumb against the flat steel button, feeling how easy it would be for the panther to slice off a helpless male’s package… Panting in sexual tension as he imagined what Corbin might have been saying to his victim. ‘I’m gonna slice your dick off!” He could imagine the 

panther whispering in his ears. ‘Your cock and balls will make a fiiiiine trophy!’ He noticed that he could see his breath, damn it was cold! It 

felt like frost was forming on his big cock… “No, wait!” “Ohoooo!” He grunted inhaling sharply as he felt icy paw’s begin to caress his enormous hard on. “Yes…ohooo yes!” He could feel phantom fingers, gripping his cock by the root and pulling even more of it through the guillotine’s collar. 

Stroking down along it to the engorged head, one paw after another. It felt like it was milking 

him! Josh moaned as his pre oozed even faster from his excited shaft! He could hear it spattering into the metal bucket down below. “Yeah, man 

play with it…” He moaned like he assured the victim would have at this pleasure. “Oh, no, don’t cut off my big balls!” He then begged, in fantasy. “Yeah, oh man, don’t chop off my big hard cock!” It was all so arousing he could almost imagine he could see the panthers gloating muzzle. Fuck… oh, fuck… me…” His nuts tightened up, and 

he groaned, humping against the guillotine’s wooden frame work. His body trying to cum, but of course the band kept his sperm locked in his balls. He was just reaching for the release on the collar trapping his crotch, when the icy phantom masturbating paw’s vanished! He felt his tail wrenched savagely aside. An icicle seemed to rub, and then press hard against his hot anal pucker. 

‘Of course… I’ll fuck you!’ A soft wicked sounding voice, whispered in his ear. ‘But first.’ Josh felt his paw all by itself reach back around the 

blade release control. His thumb resting on top of the cold steel button. He heard a metal scrape up above. His eyes flew open wide as he saw the safety 

pin slide out from its hole as if some invisible paw was removing it. It dropped with a loud ‘Clink’ into the metal catch bucket opposite him. 

Then… he felt an icy cold paw atop his own, invisible finger pushing against the back of his thumb. 

“Nooooooooo!” He screamed in terror as he fought to jerk his paw away. However, it was far too late, as the cold finger forced his against 

the release button. There was a ‘Click’. Josh panted. ‘Safe?’ No. A shriek of metal against metal, as the blade dropped. It passed in 

front of the shocked male’s eyes, and then disappeared through the slot in the collar trapping his crotch into place. Thumping heavily into 

the catch at the bottom. Josh stared at his quivering package.. just hanging from the other side of the guillotine, until it tottered. Huge 

cock angling down… as it fell into the catch bucket. His question answered, he heard a soft wet 

sounding ‘Bong’ as his fat cock and heavy ball’s landed in the metal bucket! “IIEIEIIII!” He squealed as he realized his own emasculation! 

‘Now… for your fucking!’ The soft, wicked, amused sounding voice grunted, as his last paw was forced into its shackle. High pitched, effeminate moans escaped Josh, as he felt a rough massive icy cold organ forced up his taut tail hole! 

Professor White opened the door a crack and peeked into the room. Finding Josh locked to the guillotine’s frame, tail up anus hanging half open. ‘Well as long as it was open…’ The old sheep dog thought moving up behind the former straight stud. Taking his aroused organ out of his tweed trousers and sinking it into the hot sloppy orifice. “Ohoooo noooo not… not again please!” The former jock stud moaned weakly not noticing that this cock was hot rather than deadly cold. Strong paws cupping and squeezing Josh’s hard round ass cheeks.

Master bed room

Moose gave one last long wheezing groan and then pulled his massive cock out of Jerri’s hot slit. Flopping over to lay beside the sexy little vixen, he had just ploughed so thoroughly! Glad that the professor had agreed to let her come along. And gladder still that she’d been assigned to his room. The vixen had a reputation for being easy, and sure enough it hadn’t taking him more than an hour. To get her naked on her back, in Corbin’s own bed! ‘Bet this is the first time these sheets have tasted pussy juice.’ The big Rhino snickered derisively, as he thought about that ol’ queer Corbin. He had carefully turned one camera watching the bed off, and aimed the other so it wouldn’t record them. His eyelids began to droop as his heavy breathing slowed. Not noticing that the little red light, on the camera pointed at the bed. Blinked on nor that the other was slowly swiveling on it’s tripod, as he began to doze. 

‘Yeah… never had a female in my bed!’ A velvety soft voice purred, within the big rhino’s head. Opening his eye’s Moose found himself muzzle to muzzle with Jerri. 

“Errr… what are you doing Jerri?” He grunted trying to sit up but finding himself strapped down with the beds built in restraints. 

‘Jerri’s not here!’ That velvety voice answers. 

“Then… who… who are you?” The big Rhino jock grunted sounding nearly as dull as he really was. 

‘Can’t guess?’ The voice purred from Jerri’s mouth. ‘Maybe this will help.’ Suddenly the red vixens fur grew dark, and short. Her body shifting to that of a sleek slender feline. A very male feline… Moose grunted as he felt a hard cock dig into his ribs. 

“C… CC… Corbin!” The big rhino squealed as he looked up into the phantom Panthers grinning muzzle. 

‘That’s right big boi!’ The soft cold voice purred in silken salaciousness. As soft teasing paw’s fondled the rhino’s huge spent cock and bulging ball sac. Even as his shape slowly melted back into the crimson vixen. 

“Wha… wha… what are you…” Moose choked real fear tingling in the big jock’s deep voice. “Your dead!” He grunted pointedly. 

‘No… duh?’ The smooth malevolent voice purred sinisterly. ‘You really are dumb as a box of rocks…’ 

“Hey!” Moose growled angrily. 

‘Don’t be insulted… you’ve got other assets.’ Corbin assured licking Jerri’s lip’s, nimble finger’s exploring the rhino’s nut sac. ‘Big dumb and full of cum!’ He snickered obscenely, as he slid down to sit. Between the big jocks wide spread leg’s, so he could play with the rhino’s genitals at will. Slender paw’s gripping Moose’s jewels, one in each paw. ‘Just the way I like them!’ 

“Wha… Wha… What are you going to do?” The rhino whined. Corbin lifted Jerri’s muzzle, grinning evilly at the big jock. 

‘What do you think?’ He asked as he mashed Moose’s two huge orb’s together. Small slender paw’s proving to be incredibly strong. As they rub and grind those massive jewel’s together, until the rhino’s guts ache. 

“Oowwww… fuck me!” Moose grunted. 

‘Hahah… I’d love to…’ Corbins coldly amused voice purred lustfully. ‘I’d pump your ass, until you washed these sheets with your cum!’ The wicked voice throbbed with desire. ‘Queer ol’ Corbin would make you his neutered bitch!’ Moose stared down over his gut paunch, at the fingers kneading his spuds together. Really roughly, until his thick legs tried to cramp up. Trying to protect his big valuable, vulnerable jewels. Even as those nimble finger’s slowed to a seductive pace. 

“Fuck…” He moaned looking down at his foxy girlfriend… No it was Corbin. Blinking again… his girlfriend, his grey mouth plopped open as she began to slowly rub them gently. “Baby, why you doin' that…” The slow sensual actions making his enormous cock plump back out. The vixen’s muzzle looked up at his words, her beautiful face twisting into a wicked leering grin. “Fun!” Came the bright cheerful reply… confusing the rhino all the more. Was it Corbin speaking… or his slutty girl Jerri? Leaning in the Black Panther… No… red vixen licked and nuzzled his quickly raising cock. Moose tried to reach down, but his arms were tied to the bed posts to well. So he relaxed back, and watched her lick and stroke her nuzzle against his huge throbbing cock. She did it so eagerly, polishing his dick with her snout fur. His nut’s began to be firmly squeezed in against each other, bulging in the Panther’s silky grip. As he mashed and ground them against each other. The rhino began to pant, his dick stiffening flagpole hard, out of his groin. As the black male began to groom the leaking tip, Moose flopped back closing his eye's. And shaking his big horned head savagely, back and forth. Then glanced back down now seeing Jerri rubbing her silky muzzle against the sides of his huge cock. It was her… not Corbin… wasn't it? The big jock was confused by the things he was seeing. ‘It's Jerri… it's Jerri… she won't hurt me!’ He thought laying back and closing his eye's, deciding that the Panther’s ghost was impotent. 

“Yeah that’s it baby… get me off…” He panted as the pleasure of her caress’s rushed through him. 

The possessed female slid down lower, until her nose pressed between the scrunched up testicles. 

“I'll get you off… you think your nut’s are gonna be full soon, baby?” She purrs, though it came out too damned masculine. Peeking down, the hunched over, naked male Panther is again between his legs; teeth gleaming. The finger’s grow stronger, and suddenly the two fist sized bulbs are CRUSHED together!!! The rhino can do nothing except gasp in shock at the mind blowing sensation of his nuts being squeezed into each other makes his body spasm. His dick flaring rock hard at this abuse! 

Moose’s hip’s jerked an thrust… big body spasming so hard the bed bounced and shook. Leather restraints creaking wooden bed frame squealing from the strain. 

“Fuckin’ hell!” The huge rhino screamed, as his flared cock erupted. Thick creamy cum splattering all over his belly, thigh's and on to the black Panther’s sleek fur! The Panther giggled with his girlfriend's voice, and Moose had to open his eyes to watch! His big nut’s were stretched up over the root of his spasming cock. He could feel each twitch, as it sprayed his fertile seed onto his belly. And he could feel each crackle as his nuts slowly imploded on themselfs! “IIIEIEIEIEEE!” He screamed out in pain and lust as his testicles ruptured. As the strong thin finger’s dug cruelly into his pouch. Immediately it blossomed out with his broken nut matter, churning and bursting each little packet! As the big rhino watched the spurting, bubbling cum darkened. First to a pearly pink, then a light strawberry... slowly was changing into a deep crimson! As chunks of grayish testicle tissue began to wash out… with his bloody spunk! Jerri's finger’s clamp down into fists, crushing and squeezing every last blob of the rhino's maleness out his dick. To spill over his abs, drooling to puddles around him on the sex dampened sheets. “Oh my G… Oh my G…” He tried repeatedly to exclaim. The big jocks eye’s rolled back and he lost consciousness for a long moment… He awoke only a few moments later, his nose buried in the cum soaked sheets. “Err… what?” He grunted turning his cum smear muzzle around to look over his shoulder. At his big round athletes rump was sticking up in the air. 

“Looks like I can fuck you after all.” Jerri purred in that strangely masculine voice. Holding up a huge male organ, that the rhino thought was a dildo at first. Then his eye’s widened in horror as he recognized it. “Thanks for giving me the means!” The Black Panther snickered, thrusting the huge floppy fucker against the rhino’s rump hole. Moose screamed in pain and loss as his own former mighty organ was brutally rammed into him! The Vixen sighed, and with that sigh, slumped forward. The Panther left her body, then… ghostly apparition floating up over the two unconscious lovers. Before the sensations of another lusty male caught his attention.

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