Furry Ballbusting

krechevskoy · Posted: Oct 30 2012, 11:33pm Post subject: [Exclusive] Willing Victims

TAGS: M/M/M/M/M, gay, incest, torture, violence, snuff, older for younger, magic, undying, gore, unlimited rice pudding, etc, etc, etc

Willing Victims
A collaboration of Bastion, Terziev, Grimm, and Krechevskoy

This story, as of this date, can only be found on this forum! So enjoy!!!

Bastion's eye were closed, breathing softly as he held a young Belgian hare in his arms. He could feel his heart beating, so loud that it could almost be heard, the hare's lips kissing and teasing at Basty's neck, slowly working their way down his chest. Bastion held him tight, cooing and caressing him. Between his legs a strong black panther was working his barbed shaft into the boy, making him blush and squeal as if he were in heat, arching his back and losing himself in the moment.

Bastion smiled as he whispered encouraging words to the boy, quivering with delight at the hot flesh pistoning into him. Across from them a small mouse was pinned down all fours with his tail high in the air, a larger more muscular panther drooling and driving his cock into the young rodent. His face was marred by a long dark scar from his left eye to his chin, a row of white teeth adding contrast to his dark face. The rodent under him was moaning and squealing from the thick barbed shaft inside him, lost in a powerful mix of pleasure and pain.

“Can I do it now, Brother? I'm so tired of waiting!”, the larger panther growled.

“Alright, do it brother. Make that bitch squeal!”, The younger panther responded, biting down on his lower lip and digging his claws into the lithe young hares hips, making him yip loudly and bury his face into the bungaroo's chest.

The larger panther's smile grew wider, looking almost demonic as he pulled his cock free of the small rodent and turned him onto his back. The poor mouse had been ridden so roughly that all he could do was try and catch his breath as he laid there and watched. The panther reached over to the bedside table, where a knife had been placed over a small candle, the edge glowing deep red, a sharp contrast to the black char running the blade's length.

The mouse gasped as a strong paw closed around his neck, pushing him down against the mattress. His paws came up and closed around the large predator's wrist. He couldn't help himself, it was instinct, however useless. His eyes watered as he choked. He could feel the blade hovering above his chest, moving slowly into position. He felt the heat long before the blade, the hot metal pushing between his ribs with a soft hiss. Bastion opened his eyes to watch as the metal slipped through the boy's left lung.

Anyone else would have already died by now, but these boys were different. While on the outside they looked like nothing more than a rabbit, a mouse, and bungaroo, they were tailor made to be slaves. Each of them was a Kuri, beings designed for the roughest of treatments. Kuri have a high tolerance for pain, heal with remarkable speed, and most importantly, they can't die. Or more importantly, nobody but the Gods knows how to kill them and keep them dead.

“Squeal you little bitch! Squeal for me! Nobody can save you now!”

The panther gripped tighter around the boy's throat, letting go of the knife, which stuck up out of his chest, the cauterized flesh keeping it upright. The panther used his free hand to grip the boy's balls, pulling up on them to expose his tight pink pucker so the panther could line himself up, pushing his barbed shaft into the dying boy. Gravity wasn't being kind to the boy, slowly pulling the knife deeper and deeper into him. His body was beginning to convulse with pain, his small fingers trying so hard to dig into that feline's skin, to no effect.

Somehow, through all of this, the mouse had managed to stay rock hard, his cock jutting up into the air, a trail of precum shooting onto his stomach and running down his cock, plÄƒcere sexualÄƒ maximÄƒ hitting and making his underdeveloped body shudder, clear fluids shooting onto his chest. The convulsions make the boy tense and squeeze around the manhood inside him, driving the panther quickly towards his climax. He could see they boy was about to pass out from suffocation, his eyes rolling back into his head. With only a few moments to spare, he gripped the handle of the knife and angled it upwards, jamming it in deep and spearing the boy's heart. He gave the handle a slow twist as his orgasm struck, thick ropes of seed rushing into his victim as the life faded from him, his grip going slack, his cock still hard, with a pained smile on his face.

“What a wonderful delight you've found this time, Brother Grimm”, the large panther said, pulling his cock free and prodding the mouse's body, playing with his limbs to see if he had any life left in him. There was nothing though. Just a body, quickly going cold on the bloody sheets.

“We'll have to find more like him in the future, Brother”, he said, gripping the handle of his blade and pulling it free. There was a rush of air from his damaged lung which almost sounded like a moan, the blade now stained crimson with blood, not heat.

The younger looking panther had been so busy rutting the tight young bunny that he hadn't realized how close he was getting, his cock starting to twitch and ache for release. He had enjoyed the show, but it was his turn to claim a victim for his own.

“Are you ready, little one?”, he growled, holding his hand out for the knife. It wasn't a question, and the iepure knew it, whining softly and nodding his submission. He kept his face buried against Bastion's chest, his tail hole sore from the barbs that had been assailing him, driving against his prostate then dragging and scratching him on their way out.

“There will be no mercy this time... I hope you're ready!”, he grunted, leaning forward and wrapping his arm under the boy, pressing the tip of the blade slowly into the bunny's abdomen. He screamed in pain, his paws grabbing onto Bastion's fur and holding tightly. The bungaroo simply smiled and ran his hands through the boy's hair, shushing him and offering him support. The language was foreign, and hard for the panthers to make out, but Grim understood some of it. “Be strong”, he said, “It feels better later.”

Tears were running down the hare's face, but his screams died down to pained whimpers as the knife was slowly pulled across, the cut not quite long enough to spill his innards, but enough that he had begun profuse internal bleeding. Despite the knife carving through him, the panther's rough thrusting was keeping the boy hard. He could feel his insides moing back and forth as the panther pumped his cock in and out of him, until with one final thrust, the panther rammed his cock in balls deep, blood spurting from the gaping wound.

“Scream!”, the panther commanded, but the boy was too lost in the intensity of the situation, his mouth hanging open, but nothing coming out.

“I said to SCREAM!”, he yelled impatiently, pushing Bastion back off the bed. The bunny fell on his face with his ass in the air, his source of comfort landing in the floor with a thud. The panther grits his teeth and pulls the knife out of his stomach, starting to fuck him harder, using his whole shaft, pulling all the way back to his tip and ramming balls deep with a wet slap, occasionally pulling too far and blindly ramming his cock back in, not concerned with the boy's comfort.

It took a second, but the boy's voice finally found him, starting up slowly but building up to a full blown scream, his insides starting to slip out from the wound as his body rocks back and forth from the harsh fucking. Without warning the knife came back in with a harsh slam, right into the boy's chest, just barely missing the heart. He gasped at the intrusion, his scream fading to a pained silence as the blade is jacked around inside him. With seemingly impossible precision, the blade is pulled all around the heart, carving up the flesh, and severing it's major arteries, the strong beating muscle coming free into his chest cavity, and sliding down towards his stomach.

The panther pulls hard on the handle of the blade, lifting the boy up onto his knees and holding him there with one arm, the other pushing up into the opening in his stomach. The boy can't seem to make a sound as he watches the panther's arm sink deeper and deeper into him, pushing intestines and other organs aside until at last he grasps the heart, still beating, and rips it down out of that opening, the rest of the boy's insides being pulled free as well, spilling over the mattress as his body falls limp on one side. The panther's cock comes free with a wet slurp as he falls away from him. All he can do is lay there and watch as the light starts to fade, the horny panther pressing the tip of his cock through one of the thick arteries and pushing his cock into the still softly beating organ. The last thing the boy saw as he laid there was the sight of an inhuman amount of cum starting to pump through his own heart, hot seed spurting out onto the sheets and drooling from the severed veins.

“Geez, Grimm! Why do you always have to make such a mess?”, the older panther chimed in, still amusing himself with mouse's corpse. “Bloods hard enough to clean up without spilling their guts everywhere...”

“You have your ways, and I have mine. Unless you want a private demonstration, I suggest you cram it! Besides, the blood keeps my fur shiny.” He chuckled as he slipped the heart free from his cock, tossing it onto the bed halfheartedly. The older panther grumbled, but didn't say anything, not wanting to anger his brother.

“Right now we have more important things to do though, don't we, Brother?”

The two brothers turned towards the bungaroo, who had been pushed into the floor and had been hiding there quietly. He gulped and blushed, goosebumps running up his spine as the large predators closed in on him. His heart was beating hard in his chest as he slid back against the wall, whispering under his breath, “I'll be with you guys soon...”

The larger of the two brothers reaches down and grips the boy's shoulder, lifting him up to his feet and pushing him towards the center of the room. Bastion had requested to go last, so he hadn't even gotten undressed yet. He had hoped that they would tire themselves out before they got to him, but they didn't seem remotely weary, and he had to deal with both of them.

“These boys sure are fun, Grimm, but it's a damn shame they've only got the one hole...”, the larger male said, starting to circle the trapped prey, “The good thing about females is that we can both enjoy them... but he looks too tight for that.”

“We both already know the fix for that though, brother”. An evil grin crept across Grimm's face as he gripped back of the boy's shirt and ripped it, his claws leaving bloody marks across the boy's back.

“Would you just listen to those tears?”, Grimm laughed, holding up the shredded cloth as Bastion squealed and began to cry, “Oh, this one will be fun to break!”

Bastion rubbed his eyes as the panther's laughed at him, ripping bits of his clothing away until he was down to nothing but his tight undies, his cock tenting against the fabric, his body covered in scratches and claw marks. He knew better than to fight back as the larger panther dropped to one knee and slipped his claw through the waistband, his undies sliding down around his ankles and exposing his boyhood to the hungry jowls of the panther.

Bastion moaned a little, honestly, as the predator lifted up his cock and slipped his hot lips around his scrotum. Like a little grape, the panther squeezed his small testicle between his front teeth, running his tongue over it and savoring the salty taste. He couldn't help purring as he let that first orb slip into his maw and his teeth snapped together, ripping the ripe orb away, and leaving Bastion half a male. His cock twitched as a spurt of ca de exemplu shot out of it, Bastion's tail curling at the feeling. All he could do was bite his lip as that hungry came back for it's second bite, taking the sack off right up against his body, leaving nothing but a bloody patch below his shaft.

Bastion whined and looked to Grimm with pleading eyes, but it was wasted effort. Grimm was just watching and stroking himself with his blood soaked paw, getting ready for what was to come. Bastion closed his eyes as he felt those deadly teeth sliding down his shaft, hot lips pressing right up against his groin. He could almost feel the panther's throat when his jaws finally closed, but then there was nothing but pain and loss. He let out a pitifully girly scream as his cock was removed, nothing left but an empty bloody hole. Without warning two thick fingers were shoved into the open wound, the large panther rising to his feet as he fingers bastion's new make shift cunt.

“Shit, this is way too small for me to fuck. You're lucky I like my bitches tight. Let's help you out a bit!” He grinned as Grimm handed him the knife that had just killed both of the bungaroo's friends, sliding it in between his two fingers and pushing it all the way in to the hilt. Bastion's body froze with pain, unable to react, and with his only source of pleasure bitten off and made into a meal. Without so much as a small twist, the larger panther pulled the knife free and discarded it on the floor, thrusting his thick barbed cock into the wound so deep the boy was almost lifted off the floor, being forced up onto his toes.

“Come on, Brother! He's all ready for you!”, the panther called, cramming his cock deep inside and gripping his ass, pulling the boy's cheeks apart for his brother. Grimm came in from behind, pulling the boy's tail up high and cramming his cock against the boy's pucker, pushing hard against it until it finally caves, the panther forcing his way in balls deep, lubed only by the deep crimson blood of the slaughtered rabbit behind him.

Bastion quickly spread his legs, wrapping them around the larger panther. He was held between them as they thrust against each other, moaning and feeling their cocks slide against each other inside the poor boy. Every thrust into his prostate made Bastion want to moan, while each jab into his cunt made him want to squeal. Unable to do both, he clung to the older brother's frame for support and gurgled unintelligibly, digging his short claws in just to try and hang on for dear life.

He got a strong shot in the ribs for the discomfort his claws were causing, but neither of the two brothers cared to stop him. Bastion let out a scream as the hit cracked his fragile ribs, the yelping boy driving the two closer to orgasm. Wanting to hear more of the boy's delicious screams, the older brother got an idea, grabbing the boy's legs and lifting them up, pressing his knees up against his chest, making him cry and yelp, begging for his mommy as the broken ribs were bent and flexed.

With his legs firmly pinned against his chest, the two brothers began to thrust as hard as they could, starting to time their thrusts with each other. Each thrust began to squeeze the boy more and more, causing a lack of blood flow to his legs and making his body start to go numb, until all that was left was a slight stinging, and a small pleasant sensation from his bum. The boy began to moan between his sobs, almost forgetting about the pain for a bit. But the thrusts were getting deeper, and stronger, and he began to hear his bones starting to groan and crack. The pain was coming back, and stronger than before, as his pelvis began to crack from the pressure. With one big thrust, the two brothers started to cum, smashing the boys pelvis between them and grinding their cock against each other. Bastion's eyes rolled back in his head as he began to pass out, only just barely aware that the brother's had finished.

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A few hours later, the three boys were sitting in a circle, giggling and eating some of Karim Island's famous pum-pum fruit. The sheets and pillows had been changed, but they were sitting in the same bed they had so recently been fucked and killed in. Bastion was cuddling with the Belgian hare again, smiling as if nothing had happened and kissing him deeply, sharing the taste of fruit on his lips. The mouse was still asleep, his leg kicking softly between dreams, when the door swung open and Grimm entered the room. There was a ocazie of silence, then Grimm jumped on the bed beside them, ruffling the mouse's hair to wake him.

“You are some fucked up kids, have I ever told you that? Being turned on by that... It's pretty fucked up!”, the panther can't help but grin as he says it.

“Isn't that why you love us, Uncle Grimm?”, the boys grin and pile onto Grimm, hugging him tightly.

“Damn straight, boys... Damn straight...”

Mewtwolover · Posted: Oct 31 2012, 1:32pm Post subject:

Poor Bastion :-(

Otherwise pretty good story, I liked how he took it like a man(or ex-man for now).
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