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DISCLAIMER/WARNING/ETC:
This story contains scenes of sexual abuse and SNUFF involving
characters who, if human, would be underage. Please read that again:
sexual abuse and SNUFF. If either of these subjects may offend you,
then you should seriously reconsider reading this story.
If you're not leaving now, I'll elaborate a little. This scene
involves
scenes of sexual activity of questionable consent -- typically coerced
in some fashion -- and death. The snuff content is vore content, that
is, there are characters who eat other characters by swallowing them
whole.
I hate having to give away so much, but sometimes it seems necessary
to
deflect angry letters. I've laid out the general content of the story,
so if you're offended by what you find within it is your own fault for
reading.
If, on the other hand, you enjoy such content: please enjoy, and let
me
know what you liked and what you think could have been improved!
FOX BOYS
By Dimensio
A splash of water hit Gavin's face, and he yelped playfully before
giggling and sending a return splash to his friend Derek. Derek
attempted
to retaliate but he was forced to direct his attention to squirming
away
when a pair of black-furred handpaws hit his shoulders and pushed him
down
into the water. When he squirmed away from Jack's grip he only managed
to
utter out, "Hey! No fair!" and offer one quick splash at the fox kit
before Gavin tackled, pushing him back under the water.
It was nothing unusual. During the warm months of summer the three
young
foxes would, on weekends when the weather permitted, play tag in the
woods
before shedding their clothes and cooling off in a small lake. They
had
played this way for years, the three fox boys now all aged twelve. As
always, they splashed about and wrestled in the water until they were
well
worn out, then retreated to relax on the grass and let the sun dry out
their fur. One by one they shook out their naked bodies to get rid of
the
excess dampness, then stretched out on the grass.
Things were changing, though -- at least for Gavin, and he didn't care
much for it. After all these years of playing together like this, the
little foxboy was suddenly feeling less comfortable being naked around
his
friends. It wasn't that he was embarrassed about his body...it was
just
that every so often he couldn't help but stare at his two friends. He
caught himself eying Derek's completely black-furred genitals with
Jack's, whose balls were just as black but his sheath had a hint of
reddish colour. He always stopped himself as soon as he realised what
he
was thinking, lest his own bright red-furred sheath firm up too
noticeably, but despite his conscious attempts to avoid staring he did
make conscious decisions to give himself more opportunities.
Frequently either Jack or Derek would ask if the others wanted to pack
up and leave and always Gavin had some excuse, be it a bit of excess
dampness on his tail or his chest or even just complaining that he was
too tired to get up right away.
Today was a particularly embarrassing day for Gavin, trouble popping
up even before he'd been given an opportunity to stall for time. He'd
found the urge to stare at his nude friends more and more overpowering
each day, and today he had stared just a little too long. He almost
didn't notice it until he looked down and saw his little foxcock
poking
up and out of the sheath, firming up to a rather nice erection. He
squirmed in an unsuccessful attempt to make it shrink back down, but
fortunately for him his friends spent the entire time staring up at
the
sky and did not notice.
Another thing had changed, something that had started a little more
recently than Gavin's sexual awakening: the boys were all being
watched
by a large black wolf named Dimar. He'd been spying on the three boys
for
some time, learning just when they'd come out and figuring out how
long
they liked to play, where they left their clothing and where they
typically stretched out to dry off after playing. At first he hadn't
been
able to tell the three foxes apart, but by now he could readily
identify
which was which. Gavin he figured out first, realising quickly what
made the boys linger in the grass for so long each time (and Dimar
found himself quite grateful for that), though it wasn't long at all
before he'd learned to tell the other two apart. Derek was the tallest
and Jack the shortest. Jack had the largest patch of white fur on his
belly, followed by Gavin. Derek had the tallest patch of black fur on
his hindpaws and lower legs, though Gavin had the longest patch on his
handpaws and arms. Gavin also had -- at least by Dimar's opinion --
the
best-looking build: firm and well-toned legs, a nice-looking fuzzy
rump,
a strong-looking back, a handsome and shapely chest and the cutest
face
that Dimar had ever seen on a fox. Not that Jack and Gavin weren't
attractive as well -- all three of them were budding into handsome
young
foxteens.
Something else was different about this day -- uniquely different.
Dimar
had made it such, he had decided that he had learned all he could from
observing the boys, and it was now time to act. He watched them lying
out
in the sun, though he tried not to get too distracted from the
sight. He noted Gavin's erection and snickered, rubbing his own firmed
sheath and licking his lips in anticipation of what awaited him.
Finally
he decided that the boys were relaxed enough, any longer of a delay
and
someone might wake up. While Gavin would certainly make them all lay
out longer, Dimar knew that the young fox would also be more alert
afterward as he had observed the boy's nervousness for fear of being
caught peeking by his peers.. He crept silently toward their resting
spot, making an effort not to be spotted or heard until absolutely
necessary...
...Derek lay on his back, stretched out with his hands behind his
head.
He'd closed his eyes and sighed happily, then opened them to see a
large
black mass descending upon him. He opened his mouth for a scream, but
his
muzzle was held shut before he could make a sound. He felt a sudden
pain
in his head...and then nothing.
Gavin, who had turned on his belly to both dry his backfur and hide
his
erection, was nearly drifting off to sleep when he heard a noise to
the
side of him. He blinked and yelped just before he too was grabbed and
quickly silenced.
Gavin's yelp woke Jack, who had been asleep. Unfortunately the boy was
still groggy and in no condition to resist when he was grabbed up and
knocked right back into unconsciousness.
Dimar smiled at his handiwork once he finally finished: three nude
foxboys, wrists tied behind backs and ankles tied together. Gavin's
member was still poking up, the blood only now starting to flow out of
the
rigid penis and Dimar had to resist the temptation to tease the
unconscious little foxboy into a possible ejaculation, deciding that
out
in the open was not a good place for his activities even in a
lesser-traveled path. He gagged their mouths -- in case one woke up
while
being carried -- and gathered them in a large burlap bag to carry to
his
home.
All of the boys were in darkness, not aware of much if anything at all
as they were carried through the woods and into a remote little home,
then down some steps. Only as they were being removed one-by-one from
the bag did they even begin to stir, and still there was little
semblance of consciousness for several minutes.
Gavin awoke first, and his first thought was wondering why his arms
were
so sore. It didn't take him more than a few seconds to realise that he
was dangling by his arms, tied up and hanging from the ceiling, legs
swinging several feet from the ground. It was such an odd and
completely unexpected way to wake up that the boy hardly considered
how to properly react, instead taking in his surroundings as though
perhaps it would offer answers. The walls of room were grey, a brown
carpet beneath them and the ropes attached to hooks that were oddly
set
in tracks mounted on a smooth white ceiling. The room had only two
small windows, both just below the ceiling to show that the room was
in
a basement. A little bit of daylight trickled in, but most of the
lighting came from a few ceiling-mounted lamps. As Gavin took in his
surroundings and his eyes adjusted to the less than optimal light he
noticed Jack to his right and Derek to his left -- both tied and
hanging
as he was all still very much naked and positioned in such a way that
no
one looking through either of the two windows from outside would see
them.
Having realised that where he was was not where he wanted to be, Gavin
finally tried to squirm and struggle. Naturally it was of no use, the
rope was secure and strong and his legs were too out of reach to do
anything but make him swing around. The hook spun a little in its
seating, but it seemed to do so by design rather than defect and its
fastening was quite strong. Apart from swinging about, Gavin's
squirming only served to bring Jack and Derek around, who after seeing
just what their friend had seen, squirmed about just as frantically
and
uselessly.
Struggling was, of course, quite useless for the boys, but before they
could completely tire themselves from their futile attempts at escape,
Dimar came down from the steps to check on his new prisoners. He
smirked with some amusement, allowing himself the sight of the three
young naked bodies writhing about in their bindings, and then let his
presence be known by suggesting, "Perhaps you should calm down and
save
your strength? You won't be coming down until I wish it."
The three boys all immediately stopped, but out of surprise at the
sudden 'visitor' and not of any lessened desire to escape. While Dimar
was seven feet tall and featured a somewhat impressive muscular build
underneath his well-groomed black fur, he was still no hulking giant
amongst wolves. Amongst the three foxes, however, he might as well
have
been and all eyes were upon him. Gavin's eyes caught an extra feature
on the wolf that his friends overlooked: a thick and heavy-looking set
of balls just below a rather impressive cocksheath. While the wolf was
not erect, the sheath itself seemed filled out and swollen (which is
to
be expected after its owner has been taking in the sight of three
handsome and bound little foxboys, even if only for a moment).
Dimar stepped in front of Jack, who attempted quickly (and not at all
successfully) to pretend that he hadn't been staring at the impressive
package between the wolf's legs. A clawed hand moved up to the
terrified foxkit's chest and then gently caressed the soft
white chestfur. Dimar licked his lips as his paw traveled down to
tickle the young kit's genitals, snickering as Jack squirmed and
spasmed
from the sensations. The boy bit his lip, staring down at the odd,
unwanted and undeniably pleasant fondling from the wolf's fingers.
Derek was the first to really recover from the initial shock of the
whole
situation, and he took it upon himself to demand answers. He attempted
to make himself sound assertive, demanding, "What do you want with
us?!", though the false bravado that he had mustered could not
completely
mask the fear he felt. His act was truly ruined when the wolf's hand
grabbed his left ankle, and the boy shivered with fear as a long and
soft tongue licked under his hindpaw. Derek winced as the wolf's hot
breath blew over his face when his question was answered, and the
words
silenced him utterly with fear.
"Why, I'm going to eat you up."
Gavin stared incredulously; the delivery of the wolf's answer, so cold
and matter-of-fact, having pulled him from his own state of shock. He
twisted his face in disgust and spat, "You...you can't! T..that's
sick!"
Dimar laughed, releasing Derek's hindpaw to let the terrified boy
swing
back and forth from the ceiling. He stepped to Gavin and grinned
broadly,
showing lots of teeth as he cupped his handpaw over the boy's crotch.
He
spoke softly, blowing his breath over the trapped kit's face, "Sick?
Quite the contrary, I find foxes to be quite a tasty little
snack...and
so filling, too."
His middle finger pushed up further, claw poking under Gavin's tail,
making
the fox shudder, spasm and squirm. The wolf snickered, wiggling his
finger about and finishing, "And you wiggle so nicely when I swallow
you
up..."
By this point all three boys were shivering quite noticeably with fear
-- and Gavin shivered moreso as he bit his lip in his struggle to keep
his cock from acting up again, as that finger under his tail was
having
more than one unwanted side-effect. Derek gasped, attempting to
protest
his situation, but he really couldn't figure out where to begin. It
was
Jack who piped up first, denying that the wolf really could eat them
and
trying to sound like he really believed it.
"Y...you...you can't swallow us! We wouldn't fit!"
Dimar gave an amused smirk to Jack and he pulled his finger from
Gavin's
rump, making the abused boy shudder and gasp with noticeable relief.
The
wolf growled, "Oh really? You don't believe that I could eat you up,
swallow you whole and alive?"
Jack tried his best to be brave, knowing that despite the wolf's
bravado
it really was an impossible feat for the wolf to swallow up any one of
them. He shook his head defiantly, starting to show a little courage.
His expression quickly turned to confusion, however, as his body rose
up
even higher from the floor when Dimar pulled on a dangling chain. He
looked down to see Dimar directly beneath him, the wolf's mouth tilted
up and licking over his hindpaws. He tried to pull his legs away, but
two strong arms grabbed his ankles and held him in place while his
toes
were tickled from a wolf tongue.
Dimar enjoyed suckling on the boy's toes, but he didn't take too much
time
with his play. He softly growled, "Let's see if you're right..."
The wolf's jaws opened up and the little foxboy's feet were slurped
right in. Jack attempted to find some footing, but the inside of
Dimar's
mouth was quite slick and soft, and he simply sank down until his
hindpaws were sucked into the tight grip of the gullet. The boy became
quite frightened at the sudden turn of events, and once he realised
that
the chains holding his arms were slack he dropped his paws onto the
wolf's mouth in a desperate attempt to halt his descent. It worked,
but
only because Dimar allowed it, and he only allowed it long enough to
unfasten the shackles on the boy's wrists. Once that was done he
relaxed his jaws so that the young foxboy could sink in deeper.
Gavin and Derek watched in horror as poor Jack descended into the
wolf's
gaping maw, though they were helpless to do anything except watch. The
terrified boy bawled helplessly as his legs were sucked down by the
tight grip of Dimar's throat, his own struggles useless against the
grip
that pulled him downward. He flailed his arms about wildly and Gavin
and Derik both sobbed as they were called to by their doomed friend
for
help that could not be given. A tongue washed up between Jack's legs,
teasing his little tailhole and ballsac and even his sheath, and the
odd
sensations made the poor terrified fox squirm, quite confused at a
pleasant sensation from such a horrifying experience. He wasn't in
position to be tongue-fondled for long, however, and Dimar began
licking
up at his face, tongue slathering Jack with wetness as the boy
descended
further. Jack looked down to watch his upper chest vanishing into the
dark gullet of a wolf and he gave a wide-eyed stare to his helpless
friends, whimpering and calling out for rescue. Finally his head was
all that was visible to the remaining two boys and both winced as
their
friend let out a final shriek of, "No! Don't eat me! HELP!" before
breaking down into hysterical bawling...and then his head vanished
down
that pulsing gullet, a lump in the wolf's throat quickly descending
and
then a bulge appearing in Dimar's stomach. Poor Jack squirmed about
within the tight cocoon of muscle, but he was already quite drained
from
struggling all the way down and soon he was just curled up in the
tight
confines of a wolf's belly, trembling and sobbing as he felt a
tingling
sensation all over his skin as his fur dissolved; it was the beginning
of his digestion.
Gavin and Derek just stared at the wolf's bulging belly, both boys in
a
great deal of shock and neither really able to accept what had just
transpired. Derek began to cry after a few seconds while Gavin
continued to stare until a large black-furred hand moved up rub that
engorged tummy, the sight somehow snapping the foxboy back to reality
and making the realisation that one of his best friends had just been
swallowed whole sink fully into his brain. He squirmed defiantly --
though futilely -- against his restraints and yelled out, "You
bastard!
You ate him! Spit him out! Cough him up! Let him go!!" before
breaking down and crying as well, though not as heavily as Derek.
Dimar looked as though he was going to respond, but instead he closed
his eyes and let out a hearty belch followed by "Aaahh...delicious."
before licking his lips. His casual devouring of their friend was
torment enough for the two remaining foxkits, but his fun would not be
complete without completely destroying any hope that they had of
escape.
He smiled coldly at Gavin and responded, "Let him out? But he feels so
nice in there, squirming so much...oh...well, he was squirming. I like
having the feeling of a fox filling my
stomach...digesting...nourishing
me." He turned to Derek and licked his lips before adding, "Just as
your friend here will in a few moments..."
Derek squealed and cried out at the mention of him being the next meal
and
Gavin just offered more defiant yells, "N...no! You won't get away
with
it! Someone will look for us!"
Dimar chuckled, and his tone was constantly cold yet also sadistically
amused. He stepped up to Gavin and grabbed the fox's muzzle with one
hand and the fox's crotch with the other and growled, "No one knows
where you are and even if anyone figures out, I'll be long gone from
here. Now listen carefully. Your little friend who just went down my
throat is gone. He's wolf food, I'm digesting him already and soon
there won't be much left of him apart from a thick soup in my belly.
Every part of him, from his feet..." He moved the hand on Gavin's
crotch to the fox's hindpaws, then his handpaws, and then back to the
kit's crotch, "...to his hands...and even his little dick will all be
melted, liquefied into a thick soup to be absorbed by me, to nourish
me.
You cannot save him, accept that. However..." He grinned broadly and
turned to look at Derek, "I'll give you a chance to save your other
friend here."
Gavin sobbed and squirmed, feeling more than a bit sick after the
vivid
description of Jack's fate, but he tried his best to calm down once
the
idea of a reprieve was offered, even if it was too late for Jack. He
trembled, not really trusting the wolf but too desperate for even a
hint
of hope to refuse most any offer. He watched and prepared to listen to
whatever was asked of him.
The large black wolf stepped back. He rubbed his full belly again just
to torment the two terrified boys, then he dropped his paw beneath the
full stomach in which Jack was still stewing to grab and lightly
stroke
his hard cock. Again, he gave his toothy grin as he explained to the
attentive little foxkit, "I'm going to untie your friend here and
start
swallowing..." He paused to let Derek give a yelp before continuing,
"...and you are going to pleasure me. If you do a very good job and
you
succeed at making me happy before your friend is in my stomach, I'll
spit him out. I'll even let you both go, because it would be a very
impressive feat...mind you, I'll have to knock you out and carry you
away from here so you can't find my home later. If your little buddy
is
in my belly before I'm finished with my fun, however, he'll get to
stay
there while I digest him...and then I'll eat you when I'm hungry again
later." He gave Gavin a moment to let it all sink in before grinning
broadly and asking, "What do you say? You have nothing to lose, since
I'll you both anyway if you decline."
Gavin listened intently but all the while only stared at the wolf's
hard
cock, watching it throb and drip with precum. He had a good idea of
what
was being asked of him, though he was nodding his head even before
Dimar was finished explaining. Once the full reality of it sunk in, he
swallowed hard and stared up at the wolf for instruction on where to
begin and then broke into soft and controlled sobs.
Dimar gave a mockery of a friendly smile and snarled, "Good!" He
stepped forward to gently untie the bonds holding Gavin up and warned,
"Now you can try and run once I let you down...but you'll only ensure
that your friend here will die, and that you will be the next meal.
The
doors are well-locked. Got it?" He let the rope slip and Gavin fell to
the floor, crumpling from his physical exhaustion. The fox kit stared
up, seeing the wolf's strong and thick thighs, and above them the
dangling black-furred scrotum and the hard shaft pointing out and
upward. The wolf's body went out of his field of vision as Dimar went
to Derek and began untying the second kit.
Derek had heard the entire exchange, and hearing himself being
"bargained"
over as though he were an object made him feel odd, to say the least.
He shivered and once Dimar was untying him he trembled and he softly
whimpered, "N..no...no...please...no...", very much fearing that if he
started to slide down that wolf's gullet, it would not end until
he landed inside of that large belly along with Jack.
Dimar enjoyed the kit's squirming and begging, and while he was able
to overpower the boy completely he allowed some freedom of movement
so that the frantic wiggling of the lithe young fox boy could be
appreciated, as it is always enjoyable to see and feel just how alive
and afraid a little boy is before he becomes dinner. After untying the
bonds he held the boy up by the waist, then he turned to the still
sitting Gavin and growled, "You'd better get started, because I
am..."
Derek was somewhat confused as to the plan for the progression of
events, but he got an idea when he saw Dimar's jaws opening up wide in
front of him. His eyes went wide and he screamed, "No! GAVIN! HELP
ME!" then just bawled helplessly before his voice was muffled by a
wolf
maw glomming down over his head. He was lifted upside-down over
Dimar's
head, held at the waist by strong arms, and only the strong pulses of
the wolf's throat caused him to descend inch-by-inch. He flailed his
legs helplessly, unable to break the strong grip of the wolf that
swallowed him up.
Gavin hadn't expected things to start so early, and he was somewhat
frozen with shock as he watched his remaining friend's head slide up
and
into a wolf's gaping maw. He shook his head to dispel the shock and
suddenly realised the urgency of his situation, so he jumped up and
quickly and ran to Dimar and stood ready to do whatever was necessary
to
save his friend's life (and his own). He was about to ask what was
expected of him (forgetting for the moment that Dimar was hardly in a
position to explain things verbally) when one of the wolf's hands came
down, grabbed his head and pushed it into the strong musky crotch.
Gavin coughed a moment, overwhelmed with the scent of the wolf's
arousal, but he figured out what to do rather quickly and so he
obediently began suckling on the hard member, doing his best to please
his captive and whimpering as he felt Dimar jerking about from the
squirms of Derek's struggles from above.
Dimar paused in his swallowing down of poor Derek, the wolf suddenly
quite distracted from the sudden pleasure of the warm foxmuzzle on his
cock. The paw holding Gavin's head gently rubbed the boy's ears to
show
approval, then the wolf struggled to keep his mind from focusing too
much on the pleasure he felt. He intended to honour the agreement in
letting both go should he be brought to orgasm before Derek fell into
his belly and so he was determined not to have to honour it by
finishing
his meal first. He stretched his jaws and gulped firmly, letting poor
Derek slip down several inches, pulling the boy's shoulders past his
jaws and then letting them slip into his ever-expanding throat. His
neck bulged with the mass of his meal and the stuffed muzzle hid well
the feelings of ecstasy he experienced from the attentions to his
groin.
Poor Derek could only whine muffledly and squirm against the tight
grip
that held him. His eyes were open but all he saw was darkness, all he
heard was the wolf's body pulling him and all he felt was the tight
wet
squeeze of that pulsing throat. He knew nothing but terror as he
slowly
descended that black abyss, always moving downward despite his best
efforts to struggle. In fact, his struggles actually accelerated his
descent, but the helpless little foxboy was too overcome with panic to
realise the immediate consequences of his actions. His mind
continually
replayed Dimar's gloating description of poor Jack's fate, "melting"
and
"digesting" into soup, and the memory of the words brought up
horrifying
mental images of his own body bubbling and sizzling away to nothing
that
further fueled his counterproductive struggles.
Gavin felt the wolf signal approval and so he worked harder to bring
off
his captor and save at least one of his friends. He brought his right
paw up to stroke the large wolf cock, then he moved his left one up to
rub the black furry orbs dangling before his nose. He stretched his
jaws as much as possible to bring more of his muzzle over the shaft
and
he licked up at the bare cockflesh to further pleasure Dimar. He both
dreaded and anticipated the rush of cum that he knew would fill his
throat soon: he feared swallowing down such a massive load yet he knew
that if it happened soon it would signal his and his friend's freedom.
Each time he bobbed his head forward he felt as though he might gag as
the large wolfcock pushed toward his throat, yet each time he let it
in
a little deeper to give Dimar's cock a very intense teasing
stimulation.
Gavin didn't even notice that between his own legs there was a pink
swelling; the foxboy would have been horrified at the realisiation
that
he was being aroused from the taste, the smell and the feel of that
lupine cock pushing into his gullet.
Dimar would have found the sight of Gavin's arousal amusing, but he
was a
little busy concentrating on swallowing down a squirming fox boy to
notice. The small paws on his shaft and ballsac heightened his
pleasure
further, but it proved to his advantage as it made him try to gasp --
which made his jaws stretch wider and pulled poor Derek down several
inches very quickly, nearly half the poor foxboy's torso in his
throat!
A long, warm and soft lupine tongue licked up along Derek's belly and
then began teasing between the fox's legs, trying to get a reaction
from
the boy's groin both for the taste and to perhaps coax the meal into
relaxing (thus making swallowing easier). As he lapped up at Derek's
crotch he held tightly to the fox's ankles to hold back the
boy's descent temporarily. It was a risk -- the wolf felt his own
pleasure building tremendously thanks to Gavin down below -- but if it
paid off the little fox in his throat would be filling his belly very
soon.
Derek hadn't done much apart from sobbing and squirming weakly and he
hadn't really been able to keep track of how far down the wolf's
gullet
he'd been sent. Once he felt the licking between his legs, however, he
tensed immediately and let a soft and muffled yip as he momentarily
lost some awareness of his situation. He weakly attempted to pull his
legs together to block the unwanted teasing, but his ankles were held
far too tightly for that and so the tongue was allowed to tickle his
sheath and ballsac quite intensely. The poor and frightened fox
whimpered and whined as he became aroused against his will, his hard
shaft poking up against the probing tongue as he was teased and
caressed there. Soon Derek was fighting off the urge to thrust against
the tongue and soon after that he lost the fight and was bucking his
hips feebly against the tongue of his tormentor, the helpless foxboy's
mind clouded from the fear and pleasure mixed together.
Gavin had no idea about his friend's fate, for as far as he knew it
was
tied directly to the cock in his mouth and so that was his main
concern
at the moment. He slurped the shaft into his gullet and he then
struggled to control his gag reflex as he swallowed it into his throat
a
little more, his muscles gripping the thick shaft and squeezing
wonderfully around it before he was forced to come up for air. The
stream of precum on his tongue hinted that he was doing a good job of
pleasuring the wolf, as were the firm thrusts from the wolf's hips
into
his mouth. His heart raced as he fought to win this 'race' and some
of his inhibitions fell away as he indulged what had once only been
his most secret fantasies on the wolf's cock. He continued to stroke
the base of the shaft with one paw and fondle and tickle the ballsac
with the other as he dutifully sucked off Dimar, desperate to save
himself and Derek.
Derek had nearly forgotten his predicament, too overwhelmed with the
new
sensations at his groin to remain focused on how precarious his
situation
had grown. He thrust firmly against the tongue that teased his cock
and were his legs not held he would have tried to wrap them around
something. He groaned a little, then shivered firmly when the pleasure
built to a climax, his whole body jerking as the waves of pleasure
rippled through him and little spurts of his immature foxkit cum
splattered onto the wolf's tongue....and then he fell limp, exhausted
from the intense release and for the moment unaware of where he was.
Dimar groaned and grunted as he tasted foxcock; his body shivered,
jerked and nearly orgasmed from the taste on his tongue and the
pleasure
at his crotch. He moaned from the embrace his shaft felt from Gavin's
tight throat, then he let out a muffled "mrrr" as he felt a warm,
g
oey
and salty release pour from Derek's abused cock. He swallowed it down
as best he could, always enjoying a good taste of it, then shivered to
keep himself from coming off too quickly and ruining his dinner plans.
Once he calmed sufficiently (as best he could while receiving an
exquisite blowjob) he took advantage of poor Derek's fatigue and
gulped
firmly, sending the fox almost completely down his throat. Only
Derek's
feet and lower legs were visible, poking up from the blackness of his
gullet. The wolf licked up at the bottom of Derek's hindpaws and
tickled and tasted them for a few moments before he closed his jaws
and
sealed poor Derek's fate with a final gulp.
Derek screamed as the reality of where he was returned to his mind
suddenly when he was sucked into the wolf's throat. He squirmed
uselessly against the firm grip, jerked at the tickling on his feet,
then screamed out in terror as he was thrust and pushed down into a
wolf's stomach, sliding in to be squeezed in the tight confines with
Jack. Poor Jack was still alive and somehow still conscious enough to
realise (from the sound of the screams) that Derek was joining him.
Jack squirmed about, though his body was quite sore -- skin very red
and sensitive, fur all melted away -- and every small movement seemed
to increase the burning sensation he felt all over. Derek felt the
same
tingling that Jack had felt earlier, the older foxboy's fur melting
and
his spent cock getting a very odd sensation as the acids starting to
work on it. Both boys were squished together in the tight confines as
the wolf's digestive process continued and even quickened with the
sudden addition of more meat, acids covering the two fox kits as the
walls contracted and churned. Both boys just lay there, crushed
together, and sobbed helplessly -- figuring that Gavin would be
joining
them shortly and that they would all die without anyone knowing to
come
to their rescue.
Dimar felt the lump of fox travel down and fill his already
quite crowded stomach, and the sensation of being filled up with a
second live and terrified foxboy was just too much for him to hold
back;
he grabbed Gavin's head with both hands and gasped as his cock pulsed,
spewing forth thick gobs of wolfcum into the poor foxboy's throat. He
growled and tensed up rigidly, not letting up for any of his
twenty-second release, forcing his cock into the fox's throat for a
few
of the spurts, but pulling back and letting the remainder gush into
the
boy's muzzle. Only when he was completely spent did his firm grip
relax
from Gavin's head, and even still his hands were able to hold the poor
foxboy from moving too far away.
Poor Gavin heard the awful gulp and felt as the stomach above his head
bulged out with his friend. He knew that it was too late and was about
to
let off of Dimar's cock now that he had no further incentive to please
his tormentor, but two paws grabbing his head prevented such an escape
as hot, thick cum pulsed out down his throat. Gavin nearly gagged as
the liquid was forced into his throat and stomach, then tried to cough
once the cock was drawn back slightly, only to be hit in the mouth
with
further spurts of wolfseed that he had to drink it down just to avoid
drowning. He still wasn't able to get it all, however, and quite a bit
of Dimar's thick cum trickled out of the sides of the poor fox's
mouth,
making his face quite a mess. He simply stood and sobbed, in shock at
the devouring of his second friend, staring at the noticeable bulge in
Dimar's stomach and hearing that awful gurgling sound of his best
friends being digested alive.
Dimar snickered at Gavin's reaction, then reached down to pet and
tease the terrified surviving boy.
"Aww...don't feel too bad. At least they can keep each other company
while they're stewing in there...not to mention that I very much
enjoyed
swallowing them down and that they feel very nice squirming about
inside
my stomach; isn't it nice to know that your friends are going to serve
a
good cause?" After letting the taunting sink in for the shocked
foxkit,
Dimar knelt and let out a nice belch right into Gavin's face and
offering
a cruel final comment: "Mmm...foxkit aftertaste."
Gavin winced as he felt the wolf's breath hit his face, then he broke
down
into uncontrollable sobbing. He dropped to his knees, then feel to the
floor and curled up, bawling helplessly, shivering and trembling in
horror at the loss of his friends and in fear for his own life.
Dimar seemed unmoved by Gavin's emotional outburst, though in truth he
was
struggling to hide his amusement at the whole show. He knelt and
grabbed
Gavin's shoulder and lifted the young fox up so that the boy's back
was
against the wolf's chest. He gave a semiferal snarl and slid his hips
near Gavin's rump, the lupine cock still quite hard despite the
intense
release only minutes earlier.
Gavin shuddered when he felt a hard cock trying to push up under his
tail.
He shook his head repeatedly and tried to protest, but he could barely
articulate the word 'no' and the little foxboy couldn't have hoped
to fend off the wolf's forced advances while in top physical
condition,
much less now in his weakened and broken state.
Dimar easily overpowered poor Gavin, shoving his saliva-slickened cock
inside of the squirming foxboy's little puckered anus. Though the wolf
was able to force his way inside, Gavin's rear was quite tight and
Dimar
was forced to take his time sliding upward lest the intense sensation
of
foxflesh wrapping his cock set him off too quickly. He held to the
young boy tightly as he struggled to find a balance between keeping
himself satisfied and keeping himself from being stimulated too too
quickly. Once he had his dick halfway into the terrified youth's
bottom
he lowered his head to taunt his prey.
"Mmm...sorry to take you so suddenly...mngh...but the feeling of two
young
little boys like yourself stewing in my belly gets me quite
excited...mmm...You have good taste in company...I very much enjoyed
eating your friends, and I'm sure that I'll enjoy eating you too..."
Gavin gave up trying to escape, as being held back so easily simply
made
the ordeal even more painful and demeaning. He simply sobbed quietly
and winced hard through the strain of Dimar's erect cock sliding
further
into him, yelping loudly when the pain in his rump became too much to
bear. He felt as though he would be split apart if he were invaded any
further and he almost took some comfort once the hard member was
completely inside of him, knowing that it could drive up no further.
He
sniffled and shivered when he felt hot breath on his ear again.
Dimar let himself get used to being inside of the tight boy bottom
before he began thrusting in and out of the young vulpine's ass. He
started slowly, letting the pleasure build up over time so that he
could
enjoy it as much as possible. After establishing a pleasant rhythm he
again taunted his young victim, "Mmm...I thought about gobbling you up
as well...but I know my limits...and I wouldn't have your nice and
tight
little ass to fuck. It's always...mngh...nice to have a warm little
boy
to sink my dick into while I'm digesting a friend or two of his...just
thinking about them dissolving...melting, digesting inside of me gets
me
so hot! Two little boys, just like you...strugging and crying as they
slowly melt away..."
Gavin sobbed, trembling and struggling anew as his rape was made even
more
horrible from hearing of the fate of his friends. Unfortunately for
him, he was far too weak to escape Dimar's grip or even to dislodge
the
cock that repeatedly rammed his tight young ass, and the only effect
that his wiggling about did have was to make his rear clench and
squeeze
around the invading member that thrust into it, which of course made
the
fucking much more pleasurable for Dimar. The wolf became quite lost in
his 'passions', so overwhelmed with lust in fact that he had to fight
off sudden urges to pull Gavin up and devour him right away. He slowed
his thrusts for a moment so that he could calm and recollect himself,
then he imagined the fates of the two young boys within his belly. He
closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling his belly move about from
the
writhing young foxboys within, the sensations mixing with the
wonderful
squeezing around his cock. He couldn't hold back further: he thrust
rapidly and forcefully into Gavin's tight ass, howling as his cock
pulsed and jetted forth thick spurts of lupine seed deep into the
hapless vulpine's bowels.
Gavin screamed as he was fiercely pounded from behind, pain tearing
through him. The raping was made even more demeaning and horrifying
because he couldn't help but feel some small amount of pleasure from
Dimar's cock repeatedly rubbed against his prostate. Even with all
the pain and fear that he felt, his cock still began poking up between
his legs and the poor little foxboy was rewarded with a sense of
complete humiliation to go along with everything else. He was bawling
uncontrollably again as he felt the hot liquid gushing inside of him,
and he reflexively kicked his hindlegs in a futile attempt to escape
the
unwanted stimulation. By the time Dimar's orgasm was over, the little
foxboy was utterly exhausted, unable to squirm and barely able to cry
even
as he was nearly crushed under the weight of his tormentor. He
trembled
and whimpered as the wolf fell, exhausted, atop him and he
unsuccessfully
tried to ignore the gurgling that came from within the wolf's still
engorged stomach -- the horrifying situation of his friends being
pushed
right against him.
Derek and Jack were squirming faintly...well, Derek was squirming.
Jack
was just spasming and twitching, barely hanging on to life -- his
outer
flesh already quite mushy as the acids began working into his muscles.
He was still quite conscious (thanks to the gulps of air that the wolf
took down so as to keep the kits alive a little longer), but he lost
most of the ability to move his body save his mouth. Derek was
squished
against him in a somewhat uncomfortable position: the kits' faces to
each others crotches. While it might have been an erotic position
under
different circumstances, now it was just quite horrifying. Jack's
genitals were nothing but a thick mush, having already been digested,
and Derek got a horrific sensation of what was to come as his face was
pressed into the gooey remains. His cock was erect -- a result of the
acids tingling on it -- and after a bit of squirming about it managed
to
push into poor Jack's mouth. Jack didn't really know how to respond
except to try and spit it out, but in his current position he was
unable
to do anything except make weak suckling motions on it. Naturally this
had quite an effect on Derek, who started to feel the pleasure in his
loins and squirmed uncontrollably until a sudden burst of young cum
was
released down poor Jack's throat.
Unfortunately, all of that squirming about excited Dimar's stomach and
that, combined with the wolf finally laying down to rest, kicked off
the
stomach's real digestive processes. The muscled walls contracted and
churned rapidly and acids were poured over the two boys. Derek jerked
his hips up as he spasmed from the sudden burning pain, pulling his
cock
out from Jack's mouth. He screamed as his flesh melted and by the time
his hips again pushed against his younger friend, his genitals were
already goo. Both boys spasmed and twitched uncontrollably as the
acids
worked in earnest, melting flesh and softening bone, until finally the
only movement of the wolf's belly came from the stomach walls
themselves. There were no longer two young fox boys in Dimar's
stomach,
only a single mass of liquefying digesting flesh melting away from
what
was left of two softening skeletons.
Dimar didn't know exactly what was happening inside of his belly, but
he
could feel the movement and that alone gave him quite an exciting
guess.
His cock firmed up and while he was too tired to have another complete
go at Gavin's ass, he did manage to let out another quick squirt of
cum
before he pulled himself free and stood, leaving the quivering mess of
fucked foxboy shivering on the floor. He announced, "I'm going to have
a rest and let your friends digest properly. I'll be back later, and
I'll probably want to have another go at your ass...and then..." He
licked his lips and leaned down before finishing, "...I'll be eating
you."
Gavin stayed in the basement, still in very much a daze for the next
hour.
He had difficulty walking, but that was all that he could do so he
wandered about the confines, testing the door (it was locked) and the
windows (they were locked too, but Gavin couldn't reach them anyway).
He felt as though he was in a dream, only barely aware of what he did
and what he saw; even after wandering into the bathroom to relieve
himself he didn't quite register that there was in fact a bathroom in
this basement. Finally reality began to sink into his brain, bringing
the harsh facts of the deaths of his two best friends into his mind.
He
fell to the floor -- barely aware that he had wandered to a mattress
that had been set out for captives -- and collapsed before sobbing
himself to sleep.
The sleep, at least, was not unpleasant. It was the black void of
unconsciousness to which a tormented mind retreats when the horror
has become too much to bear. Gavin awoke in a bit of a haze, mind
reeling and chalking up the previous day's events to a
nightmare...everything would be fine now. He would go out and see his
friends and go out to play and...
...he yelped lightly and shivered when he opened his eyes to see two
large
furry legs and a hard pink cock sticking out above them. He bit his
lip
and trembled, sobbing softly that sight and the dull soreness in his
rear reminded him that the events were no dream and that his friends
were
really dead -- digested within the stomach just above the cock hanging
over his head. He noticed that the wolf's belly seemed a bit smaller
and
he began crying, knowing that the reduced bulge meant that Derek and
Jack were truly gone.
"Get up. I want to fuck you." Dimar sounded more than a little gruff,
a he commanded the helpless little fox.
Gavin was frightened into submission by Dimar's tone, yet he found his
legs failing when he tried to stand. It wasn't until Dimar's right
hand
was grabbing the scruff of the boy's neck that Gavin finally managed
to
scramble to his feet, yelping from the pain. The large wolf sat down
cross-legged and pulled Gavin forward, forcing the foxboy to sit on
Dimar's lap facing the wolf's belly. Gavin shuddered hard as he stared
at
the belly in which Derek and Jack had been digested, but soon his head
was
grabbed and he was forced to look up at his wolf captor.
Dimar's voice was commanding and dark, though not angry, "I'm going to
fuck you, boy. I'm not even going to be rough this time, so if you
relax
then you might just enjoy it -- I saw how hard you got when sucking my
cock...I imagine taking it up your ass will be quite a treat for you
if
you let yourself accept it."
Gavin teared up again and he shook his head in protest, wanting to
deny
that he enjoyed any of the abuses of his captor, though he let out a
squeal of surprise when he felt the wolf's cock pushing up under his
tail.
Realising that struggling would be fruitless at best and quite painful
at
worst, he slowly raised up his tail and spread his legs. His eyes
closed
and he whimpered helplessly as the wolf's erection pushed up inside of
him. As the hard shaft slowly slid past his prostate the fox attempted
to disguise a sudden gasp as a yelp of pain -- though his effort did
not
fool the large wolf.
Dimar stroked the boy's cheek with his left paw, amused as Gavin's
attempt to hide the pleasure that the fucking brought became less and
less
convincing. He closed his eyes and imagined the hapless squirming fox
sliding down his throat and filling his belly and the thought drove
him to
pull Gavin down hard and fast, impaling the boy completely onto his
hard
cock. Even over his own loud groan, he noticed Gavin's pathetic
attempt
to disguise a very sudden grunt of pleasure at the last minute, and
he offered a surprisingly warm smile to the fox.
"Relax...let yourself enjoy it. I know that it feels good..."
Gavin looked up, bit his lip and shook his head as tears streaked down
his
facefur. He was unwilling to admit, even to himself, that he could
feel
pleasure from this cruel act, especially pleasure induced from a wolf
who had done such horrible things.
"Then what is this I see?"
Gavin shuddered and sobbed loudly as the wolf stroked his raging hard
foxcock, and he was now truly humiliated and defeated.
Dimar remained gentle, stroking the boy's erection slowly and keeping
his
thrusts as gentle as possible. Even his voice was soft and almost
soothing as he reassured the boy, "Shh...it's okay that it feels good.
I'm not going to tell, so no one has to know...it'll all be over
soon."
Gavin stared up at Dimar, his resolve fading fast. He nodded slowly
and
swallowed hard, his mind conflicted with the mixed sensations of fear,
pain and pleasure. He looked down at his hard cock being stroked by
the
wolf's almost gentle fingers. No longer able to hide his arousal, he
simply gave into it by thrusting lightly into the fondling but he
shuddered and yelped at a sudden upward thrust of Dimar's cock. He
looked
up at the wolf's face, still clearly confused and almost expecting
encouragement.
Dimar's face was washed over from the pleasure building in his loins
and
spreading throughout his body, though he still had enough coherence to
continue his coaxing of the boy. He gently rubbed Gavin's body and
slowly
spoke, "Mmm...I saved you for last intentionally, you know. I was
watching you, and I saw how you eyed your naked friends when you went
swimming. I knew that you would be the best choice for sucking me off
last night..."
Gavin bit his lip and shivered, holding back tears at Dimar's words.
He
wanted to shake his head, wanted to deny them, but he could not. It
was
true, he had secretly harbored fantasies of pleasuring his friends in
that fashion, and he did derive some slight enjoyment at orally
servicing Dimar the night before. He let out a half-sob and finally
stammered, "Y...you made me do it! You made me think that you would
let
us go!"
Dimar slowed momentarily, once again not wanting to release too
quickly.
He caressed Gavin's cheek and spoke in such a kind-sounding tone that
it didn't seem possible that it was a lie, "I made you think it
because
I would have held to it. I really would have let you go if you'd
brought me off first, and I would have let your friend go as well.
Maybe if you'd not been so shy before and you'd had a little
experience
before last night, you might have earned your freedom."
Gavin shook his head, not wanting to believe that he had failed Derek,
but something about the tone of the wolf's words made him realise that
it was true. If only he'd done a better job last night he would be
free
and Derek would still be alive, it was his fault. He felt despair
creeping into his head, and he tried to reassure himself by shouting,
"It...it wasn't my fault! You were going to eat us anyway! Stop it!"
Tears began sliding down his facefur as his sobs returned.
Dimar's expression darkened a bit. He sped his thrusts slightly and
that familiar and sadistic toothy grin reappeared on his face as he
explained, "Well, I thought that I would give you a chance for freedom
since it was your own action that led me to find you in the first
place."
Gavin tried to resist the pleasure building up inside of him, but that
cock sliding up into his prostate made his attempts at defiance sound
almost comical. Still, he wasn't about to be told that this whole
ordeal was his making. He snarled, "You lie!", though his tone was
somewhat lost as a sudden upward thrust under his tail made him yelp.
The large wolf couldn't help but laugh at the foxkit's attempt at a
response. He gave a few thrusts before slowing a bit to growl, "Let me
explain...you see, I first saw you three about two weeks ago. I'd been
scouting areas for places where little boys like you liked to play. I
was going to give up on searching where I had been until I heard you
and
your friends getting up to leave. I found the little spot where you
went swimming and watched you get dressed, so I came back the next day
and saw you playing there. I watched and saw that every time you
three played there and laid out in the sun to dry off, you would
always
insist on laying out a little longer when one of your friends wanted
to
leave. I realised that if you hadn't been doing that, I would have
missed out on finding you altogether, because you would have left
before
I'd looked in that place. So you see, if you hadn't stalled for time
every day you played out there, I wouldn't have had the lovely meals
of
your friends last night, and I wouldn't be fucking you right now."
Dimar smiled cruelly and waited for the information to sink in.
Gavin shook his head repeatedly, trying to come up with a suitable
denial. It was useless, as he knew that he'd been 'stalling' in that
way for a month. It really was all his fault that his friends were
dead
and that he would soon follow. Too overwhelmed with guilt, he simply
sobbed softly on Dimar's lap as the wolf resumed the intense fucking
of
his tight young ass.
Dimar wrapped his arms around Gavin firmly, starting to fuck the boy
properly now. He pushed his hips upward, burying his throbbing member
deep inside of the guilt-ridden fox's ass repeatedly and all the while
he stroked at the kit's firmed-up cock to keep the boy squirming with
a
dose of pleasure mixed with torment. He snarled as the sensations
built
up in his loins once more and before it could become too overwhelming
he
leaned to whisper into Gavin's ear, "When this is over, I'm going to
eat
you just like I ate your friends...so you might as well see if you can
enjoy it now, since you won't have another chance."
Being told that he would be eaten soon gave Gavin a shot of harsh
reality,
and he gave a tearful nod as he broke down and gave in to Dimar's
'offer'.
He tried to thrust into the stroking of his cock, and while that
wasn't
terribly effective it did make him wiggle his rump very pleasantly on
the
wolf's lap which in turn led to more passionate thrusting against his
prostate. Dimar felt himself starting to lose control, and he made one
last offer before his mind was too lust-drunk to speak clearly:
"If you want...I can ... open my mouth...and you can push yourself up
and
inside...as soon as I cum inside of you. It'll help you get this over
with...mngh...much sooner."
Gavin began trembling with fear as the reality of his imminent demise
was
forced further upon him, but he knew that there could be no escape
from
his fate and the lust building up within his young body clouded his
judgment. He stared up at Dimar, still clearly quite horrified, but he
nodded slowly. He was too stricken with guilt to struggle against his
impending doom any longer.
Dimar slowed his thrusts momentarily, and he smiled broadly,
"Good...now,
I'm going to open my mouth up wide. When you feel me cumming, just
lift
up and I'll help you in...and it can all be over very soon. I'll
finish
fucking you, I'll eat you, and I'll digest you and then it will all
end..."
Gavin nodded again, still terrified as he accepted his horrible fate.
He
started sobbing again as the wolf's head lowered and those gaping jaws
opened up wide before him, but he did not attempt to escape. He
squirmed
and trembled as he felt the wolf's cock thrusting up into him harder
and
faster and he felt very confused at the mixed sensations of fear and
arousal. His own cock throbbed in Dimar's fingers and he again made
reflexive attempts a thrusting, which again helped stir the wolf into
high-gear. Gavin winced, ears folding back, as he felt the wolf's hot
breath blowing ever faster over his face, then his toes curled and his
own
body tensed, causing his rear to clench tightly around that throbbing
and
thrusting cock. He bit his lip as he felt the first spurts of cum
entering his tight little ass, and he froze for just a moment before
he
remembered the arrangement. He opened his eyes and stared at that
waiting tongue and the pulsing throat before him that seemed to lead
into utter darkness, then he lurched forward toward the wolf's open
maw.
Dimar's mouth closed up suddenly, just enough to engulf the fox. He
bent
over, showing impressive contortion ability as he swallowed in Gavin's
head and shoulders while still burying his cock deep in the fox
youth's
ass. He suckled gently on the boy's upper body while he held his
spurting member deep inside that viselike grip of the fox's ass,
thrusting lightly to milk out all of the pleasure that he could
derive,
then once finished he pulled Gavin up gently, sliding his cock out
(though it gave one last spurt onto the boy's rear before it calmed
down) and lifting the boy upside-down over his head. Dimar quickly
slurped Gavin down until his lupine tongue could reach up and caress
the
boy's still hard penis, then he slowed down somewhat so that he could
better 'enjoy' the tasty treat.
Gavin had been a little stunned at the sudden and thick gush of hot
liquid into his ass which was compounded by the constant heavy
massaging
of his prostate, and it made his rump clench around the throbbing
member
buried deep inside of him (which naturally only made Dimar cum faster
and harder). He was so dazed that he barely comprehend that he was
being sucked upward. He wasn't sure how to react when he was pulled up
so quickly, but he reflexively kicked his legs about as he hung upside
down, head starting to enter Dimar's gullet. He yelped in fear, but it
quickly turned to a moan of pleasure as the warm and soft tongue of
his
tormentor slid up over his groin. The cock pounding in his ass, the
flood of cum in his bowels and now the tongue over his crotch proved
too
much stimulation, and he completely forgot about everything except the
pleasure that he felt at that moment. He rocked his hips and while
that
did help him receive pleasure more effectively it also made him slide
down into Dimar's throat at a faster rate.
Dimar actually worked to slow Gavin's descent as much as possible --
wanting a good taste of the boy's spunk -- but even by grabbing the
fox's
ankles he couldn't completely counteract the pull of his throat and
the
wiggling of the youth. He did his best to pleasure the boy, his tongue
sometimes wrapping around the throbbing cock and suckling gently and
other
times tickling around the young fox's ballsac and under the tail. His
task became somewhat easier when Gavin's hips slid into his jaws, as
the
boy now had more against which he could thrust.
Gavin was tense and frightened, which made his arousal that much more
exciting -- it was an escape from the horror of his situation. He
tried
to gasp, and while he was able to breathe, the air that he drew in was
stale and acidic. HE started to cough, and then he squealed, body
spasming wildly as he was completely lost in the pleasure of his
orgasm.
Dimar would have smiled broadly if his mouth hadn't been so full. He
continued to work at stimulating Gavin's cock as he tasted the last
cum
that the boy's balls would ever release. Once the last spurt of seed
flowed out, the wolf resumed his meal wholeheartedly. He stretched his
jaws and swallowed firmly, sucking Gavin in so deep that only the
foxboy's
wiggling feet were poking out from the wolf's muzzle. Dimar couldn't
help
but lick up and tickle over the boy's toes before he let those cute
little
hindpaws slide into his mouth. He felt the little boy wiggling about
his
his throat, letting him stick there for a moment, then he gulped
firmly.
Gavin shuddered as he pushed his hips into that warm and wonderful
tongue,
moaning as best he could through the wolf's flesh...then he gasped and
shuddered as his intense orgasm finally passed. His head swam, mind
frazzled from the intense release. He felt something at his feet and
he
wiggled from the odd tickling sensation, and then he realised where he
was. He squirmed as the fear from earlier returned, and he suddenly
knew
just how close to death he was. He found himself desperately not
wanting
to die, wanting to run home and curl up in a bed and perhaps find
comforting arms to embrace him. He cried out in terror as he was
suddenly
pushed downward, and all that embraced him was the tight and
acid-coated
walls of Dimar's stomach. He sobbed uncontrollably and he squirmed
helplessly, feeling his lush fur melting away and the tingle on his
skin
that signaled the start of his digestion and the end of his life.
Dimar let out a groan as he felt Gavin filling up his stomach,
watching
the paw on his belly raise up as his gut extended from the bulk of his
meal. He gave a wistful sigh, always a bit sad after eating the last
boy
since it meant that there was no one for releasing his sexual tension.
Still, he would do his best with what was available. He reached down
with
his left paw and stroked his hard shaft rapidly, grunting and tensing
as
he felt and heard the gurgles of Gavin's digestion begin. It wasn't
long
before he was spurting thick ropes of cum onto his chest and belly,
making
a mess of his thick, black fur. He patted his sticky tummy and slowly
drifted off to sleep, enjoying the last squirming of the young meal
within
his belly.
Gavin drifted off as well, though it was more accurate to call it
unconsciousness than sleep. He twitched and spasmed as his body slowly
softened within the wolf's stomach. His mind faded from oxygen
deprivation, as his lungs were digesting from the acid that he could
not
avoid inhaling. His consciousness blacked to nothing, never to return
again.
Gavin's flesh melted from the bones before his skeleton also softened
into
soup, all to be absorbed into the body of the wolf Dimar. It was just
as
had happened to his friends, just as had happened to many foxes before
them and just as would happen to many more fox boys in the future.