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The sun was mercilessly bright and hot as Carthage swung open the door to his truck and got out. The rhino's boots crunched on the dry, cracked ground, sending up little eddies of dust into the air. Even through his sunglasses, Carthage squinted as the sunlight reflected off of the hoods and windshields of the other cars parked around his truck. There was no parking lot, no asphalt road leading here. The cars were assembled on a patch of nondescript scrubland, far off of the main road. The area around it was flat and harsh, grouchy little sagebrush and patches of coarse grass eking out an existence in the parched dirt.

Ahead, Carthage could see the other occupants of those parked cars gathered around a circular, makeshift fence of wooden planks. He could hear them hooting and hollering, see their raised fists as they heckled and cheered. The rhino smiled. This is what he came for. Carthage could already feel the sweat beading on his grey skin as he walked toward the group. Even wearing nothing but a black wife-beater and some camo pants, the rhino's body reacted quickly to the beating sun. The sweat made the hair on his chest, peeking over the edges of his wife-beater glisten in the light. He swaggered up to the fence, pushing his way through the crowd to get himself a good spot to watch the spectacle.

Beyond the fence there was a pit. About six feet deep and twice that across, the pit at its bottom was full of watery mud. Two men, a rottweiler and a panda were fighting nude in the sludge at the bottom of the pit. Or at least they had been. Currently, the rottie was balls deep in the panda's throat, fucking his mouth like a cheap sex toy. Carthage watched, the muscular canine's hips and ass flexing as he pounded the panda's broken, bloody nose to mush with his crotch. The monochrome ursine was well beaten, his left arm twisted, his face swollen with bruises and cuts. Carthage could hear the panda struggling to breathe even over the cheering, jeering crowd. This is what he came for.

Suddenly, the rottie snarled and slammed his hips forward, his head tossed to the sky and his back arched as he sheathed every inch of cock he had inside the panda's gullet. He was clearly blowing his load, and a copious one at that, given the way the panda gurgled and snorted. Before he was done, however, the rottie pulled out and masturbated his last spurts across the panda's face, holding his head with one hand while he pumped his prick with the other. The helpless, broken panda could do nothing but cough and retch up the canine's cum, the white slime oozing from his nostrils even as it poured from his open mouth. He could do nothing to stop the burly rottie from marking his face with several thick ropes that glistened in the sun. Then, with a savage, brutal twist, the rottie snapped the panda's neck with a pop like a gunshot, leaving his cum-smeared visage twisted one-hundred and eighty degrees the wrong way.

The canine let the dead ursine's body fall, the fat corpse flopping over onto his back but plunging his seed-streaked face into the sludgy mud. The rottweiler celebrated, his fists raised high, his slick, cum and spit smeared cock still hard and flexing.

"That's SEVEN of you pathetic fuckers I've killed today! Seven of your holes ruined by my cock!" The heavyset canine taunted, flexing his muscles and wagging his fat, horny prick at the crowd above him. The crowd retaliated with jeers and cheers, mixed. Carthage watched the rottweiler pontificate in the pit, his black and tan fur smeared with mud, blood, and cum. The rhino watched the rottie's heavy balls swing and sway in the heat, the weighty stones loose and slung low between his powerful thighs.

"Anyone else got the BALLS to challenge Victor the Victor?" The rottie challenged, pointing up at the crowd with one hand and slamming his clenched fist against his broad chest with the other. Carthage was sure the rottie thought his 'title' was clever. With eager hands, the rhino pulled his clothing off, baring his hairy grey skin, his swinging cock to the hot sun. He pulled the knife from his belt, hopped the wooden fence and plunged the blade into the wall of the pit. He leapt in, splashing into the mud with a grunt. His knife's blade gouged a deep rut into the wall as he fell, slowing him.

"Well well, lookie here, somebody thinks he's a big man," the rottie jeered as Carthage entered the ring. He looked the rhino up and down as Carthage straightened up. "Not bad, not bad. I'm gonna enjoy ruining you, hornhead. Maybe when I am done with you, I'll drink my beer out of your horn. Rhinos were made to be trophies, right?" Victor grinned mockingly, pantomiming taking a drink with his pinky extended.

Carthage smirked, the rhino leaving his knife buried in the wall as he stared the canine down. "Keep talking, mutt. When I'm done with you, there won't be anything left except what hangs on my wall."

Victor feigned fear, then laughed. "Ooooh I'm so scared. The big scary rhino is gonna beat me up! Harharhar!" he crowed, making jerk off motions with his fist. "You won't talk so big when my cock breaks your jaw."

"And I'll make sure to wipe my ass with your tongue, since you're so fond of the taste of shit talking." Carthage quipped. He seemed to have struck a nerve, because Victor suddenly stopped taunting and started attacking. The rottie lunged at Carthage, his fist cocked high for a savage haymaker. Carthage sidestepped the punch and launched a fast one of his own, clocking the canine in the back of the head as he passed. Victor grunted in surprise and pain, stumbling in the slimy mud until he lost his balance and fell face first into the muck. Carthage smirked, the rhino cracking his knuckles with a noise like firecrackers.

"You're going to have to be a little more creative than that, mutt," the rhino taunted as Victor pulled himself to a knee and got up. The naked canine was dripping mud, and he scraped the muck from his eyes angrily. Above them, the crowd heckled and jeered. They had watched Victor tear down seven of their number that day, and the rottie's tongue and taunts had only gotten sharper with each one. Victor shot them the bird with both hands, then brought them together to flip Carthage off.

"I ain't gotta be creative to bust your skull, hornhead," the rottie snarled as he cannoned himself at the rhino once more. He swung wildly at Carthage, at the rhino's face, his gut, even trying to land a kick to the rhino's hairy balls. Carthage blocked each attack in turn, casting them aside like refuse. He swung his hips and his manhood away from the kick, and rewarded the rottie with a solid hit across the muzzle with his right hand. The canine twisted from the force of the blow, his feet skidding in the mud, and he landed hard on his outstretched hand. He was sideways, and Carthage slammed a stomp into the rottie's ribs for good measure before he stepped away.

"Clearly you don't need to be creative," the rhino said, casually, as though discussing the weather, "swinging like a drunk man at his cheating wife's beau is working so well for you."

"Fuck. You." the rottweiler rasped, finding himself coughing blood with the words from the stomp to his ribs. He staggered to his feet, his hand suddenly whipping out toward Carthage. A ball of sludge flew from the rottie's fingers toward Carthage's face, and the rhino ducked it just in time to avoid it splattering into his eyes. It still crossed his neck and chest in a lukewarm spatter, dripping down his grey skin and clinging to the hair on his pecs and neck. Carthage swiped a thumb across his cheek, wiping away a clod of mud that had stuck there. "Really? Come now, let's try and be a little less predictable."

The crowd laughed. They were enjoying watching the cocky, mocking rottweiler get put in his place. Victor looked around, his face contorting with fury as the crowd threw garbage down at him. He fixed that hateful gaze on the rhino, "I'll show you predictable!" he barked, bull-charging at Carthage. The rhino braced, watching as Victor ran down on him like a wild boar. The rottie bent his knees at the last second, launching himself into an uppercut with the momentum of his charge. The rhino saw it coming. He sidestepped neatly, and before Victor had touched the ground again, Carthage shot his leg into the canine's already bruised ribs. The rhino's knee and shin slammed into the canine's ribs and flank like a sledgehammer. The rottie flopped over backwards from the force of the blow, the leaping uppercut having left his legs unable to stop his movement and momentum from being violently reversed. He splashed into the mud with a groan, his lips bloody. He coughed and sucked air harshly as he lay staring up at the blue summer sky. Until Carthage's smirking visage swam in front of his gaze.

"Done napping, or shall I tuck you in?" the rhino asked, mockingly. Victor surged upwards, trying to stand, but Carthage had placed his leg between the rottie's own spread ones so that his torso slammed into his leg. It stopped the canine long enough to hear Carthage's words. "Tuck you in, it is," the rhino said, before he slammed his fist into the back of the canine's head once more. The blow was much harder this time, and Victor felt his senses shatter into colored sparks and light. Stunned, he sank to his rump in the muck into a sitting position, slumped forward with his eyes open and staring, glassy. His jaw was slack, thoroughly stunned.

As Victor tried to unscramble his brain, Carthage walked away from him. He strolled over to the wall where he had left his knife embedded. The rhino pulled it out, smirking as he wiped the blade clean on his forearm. He returned to Victor, the rottie's jaw working stupidly as he struggled to shake off the mighty blow that had bounced his brain around his skull like a ping pong ball. The crowd was cheering and Carthage felt his blood rushing with adrenaline. His heavy, grey cock rose between his thighs as his victory neared.

Carthage knelt beside the staggered rottie and grabbed his scruff with one hand. He pulled the poleaxed canine across his outstretched knee, pushing his muddy rump into the air like he was about to get his ass beat. The rhino, however, reached between the canine's thighs and collared his cock and balls with his fist. Victor jerked, the touch on his vulnerable manhood enough to shake some of the cobwebs off the canine's brain.

"Mmmf...what...what the fuck are you doin'?" Victor slurred, starting to push at Carthage's thigh and chest as he tried to get away from the rhino. He froze, however, when he felt that razor sharp blade prick the underside of his ballsack.

"Taking you from Victor the Victor, to Victor the Vanquished," Carthage answered, watching as that bucket of ice water sluiced over the rottie's face, draining the color from his cheeks with cold terror.

"N-no, wait, you can't!" The rottie stammered, his bravado reduced to ash by the knife at his nuts. "Can't I? You clearly aren't man enough to stop me." Carthage replied, tugging Victor's fat brown cock and heavy, velvet-furred ballsack out taut. His other hand started to saw, slicing into the rottweiler's ballsack from underneath.

"No, no, not my--aaaaaaarrrggh! My BAAAAALLSAAAAARRRRGH!!" the canine howled as the blade sliced through his sack, severing his fat, proud balls with a few sawing strokes. Blood coursed down Carthage's hand as he continued to cut, the knife finished taking Victor's testicles from him. It cleaved into the root of his dick, his proud, girthy member jostling as the blade hacked through his meaty shaft. The rottie squirmed and sobbed in agony across Carthage's knee as the rhino castrated him, the cocky rottie reduced to a sniveling, wriggling eunuch.

The rhino jerked the rottie's almost-severed manhood, tearing the last strands of flesh with a crackling pop. He held Victor's cock and balls above his head, the rottie's blood falling to land on Carthage's face and horn in thick red droplets. The crowd was cheering, ecstatic to see the arrogant canine lose so spectacularly. Carthage shoved Victor from his leg with a snort, the rottie splashing into the mud. He screamed as the filth touched and invaded the wound where his cock and nuts had once hung so proudly. He struggled to all fours, trying to get his crotch out of the sludge, only to feel hands grab his thighs and drag him backwards. He skidded in the muck, before he felt his rear collide with something solid. Victor looked over his shoulder, seeing the rhino looking down at him. His massive grey slab of cement was hotdogging Victor's ass, grinding between his cheeks. Victor stared into that smirking face, the terrified, bleeding canine seeing no mercy in the rhino's eyes. He was helpless to stop the inexorable drag of Carthage's mighty cock to his hole, and just as defenseless against its savage plunge into his untouched asshole.

"This is the end of you, Victor the Vanquished," Carthage mocked, as he felt the rottie's hole stretching around his prick. The rhino grinned as he felt the tell tale pops of the rottie's asshole tearing around his girth. Victor was gasping, whimpering, trying weakly to claw himself away from the rhino, but he could gain no traction. Carthage, on the other hand, had only to thrust. His swinging, hairy nuts slapped against the wound where Victor's had been only moments ago, the neutered mutt shrieking as the rhino's cock and balls ruined him even more.

Victor's arms gave out, the rottie dropping onto his chest in the mud. He mewled piteously as the rhino fucked him stupid, his asshole ruined and bleeding, scraped and shattered by the rhino's heavy, bestial thrusts. He could hear the rhino's thighs slapping his cheeks, feel those huge, hairy cods slapping his thighs, his bleeding crater of a crotch. The rottie was going cold from blood loss, his squirming only driving the rhino to harder, faster thrusts. Victor felt like Carthage was tearing his guts out with his cock.

"This is what you were made for, bitch," Carthage panted, his skin glistening with sweat and streaked with mud and blood in the hot sun. He drove his cock home relentlessly, his shaft ruining the former male's hole with its breadth. "And this is what I came for." He finished, holding the rottie's severed cock and balls out so that they were dangling next to Victor's face as he slumped in the mud. The canine whimpered and trembled.

Carthage felt the cum rise in his balls, his fat, hairy orbs giving a jump as he slammed home one last time and came hard. The thick pipe beneath his shaft pulsed and throbbed as he gushed his whitewash into the dog's guts. As he came, Carthage leaned over Victor's back and pushed the dog's face down into the mud. Victor was weak, near dead from bloodloss, but the sudden removal of his ability to breathe brought a little life to his struggles. All he achieved was tightening a little around Carthage's cock as the rhino flooded his ass with cum.

Violated by the rhino's slimy spunk, Victor was helpless. He couldn't free himself from Carthage's grip, and so ended up gulping lungfuls of bitter mud as he drowned in the muck. Carthage grinned as he felt the canine end beneath him, the body going slack around his prick as the rottie drowned.

With a slurp, the rhino pulled his cock from the corpse of the rottie, and stood up. He raised his hands once more, reveling in the adoration of the crowd as they cheered and sang his praises. His cock was smeared with cum and blood, his spunk drooling from the Victor's ass. Carthage took hold of his cock with one hand, holding the rottie's severed junk alongside his proud, living manhood. As he did, the rhino unleashed a stream of piss onto the dead canine, solidifying his defeat completely.

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Carthage sat naked in his armchair, a book in his lap. He read, the soothing strains of classical music playing softly in his study. Every so often, the rhino glanced up at his newest trophy. Victor's head hung upon a plaque of ebony wood, trimmed with gold leaf. Carthage had taken it before he left the pit, the canine's head and his cock and balls his trophies, just as he had promised. His eyes read the words graven on the golden plate beneath the rottie's dick and nuts beneath his severed head. 'Victor the Vanquished', the plate read. Carthage grinned, his cock swelling as he remembered that victory and he sighed happily.

This is what he lived for.