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The ground trembled beneath the fine cloven hooves of the reindeer as he walked along the pale green corridor. The glossed granite flooring did little to ease the reverberations that shook up through the lean male's legs, his toned bare ass and the length of his lithe back.

"You're on, Tuk. Hurry it up" said a well dressed tiger as he gestured towards the opening at the end of the hall. Already the reindeer could see the bright lights and hear the roar of the crowd as he moved closer, the shaking under his feet quickly became an audible roar. The nervousness that slunk through the boy's mind was tempered only by the growing lust that forced his slim shaft to remain erect before him, slapping against his soft flat belly with each step he took.

The tournament had been running throughout the day and it was finally Tuk's turn to compete. He'd convinced himself that he'd joined for the chance at the cash prize, but he knew that hadn't been the reason. The reason had been something more shameful, more primal and certainly more urgent than the money. Stepping out into the light the boy could only stare wide-eyed at the spectacle that lay before him. The arena was large, nor massive, but certainly big enough to inspire awe in all but the most hardened viewer. With a capacity of five thousand, the seats were packed. The roof was low enough that those in the upper levels had to watch their heads, and the whole place was shaking. Certainly the reindeer had not expected such a turnout, and his appearance only caused a louder roar from the crowd.

"Our next match is coming right up folks!" shouted an announcer from a booth over the doorway Tuk now stood in. "Our competitors in this 5th match of the first round are entering the arena now so don't move your ass, we're getting this show on the road just for you and someone's gonna end up as roadkiiiiiill!" yelled the announcer as the crowd roared back its approval. "Entering now we have our first contestant, a pleasant young man by the name of Tuk! Hailing from the barren wastelands of Canada this reindeer thinks he has what it takes to bring home the prize. Give him a round of applause folks!"

Tuk couldn't help but wilt under the sudden attention he was receiving. Making his way down the walkway to the actual ring, Tuk couldn't help but look at the crowd pulsing throughout the building, like five thousand hearts beating to a single rhythm with him at the centre of it all.

"His opponent, a fancy free fox fella' thats come all the way from Washington State, keep the energy goin' for Evan!" exclaimed the announcer. Tuk didn't look though, he was far more focused on what lay before him. A single wooden gallows had been set up in the middle of the 'ring', a four-posted elevated platform that had stairs on either side to allow the contestants to climb it. Two nooses hung limply from two separate overhead beams, both just waiting for the two boys to climb up and ready themselves for the match. Up higher hung a large four-way flat screen monitor, large enough that anyone in the audience could see it from wherever they were sitting. The images on it shifted constantly; one second a profile picture of Tuk, the next a diagram of the tournament's bracket so far. The reindeer couldn't help but shiver as he looked it over, several names already crossed out in red from the previous matches that day. In the next few minutes either his or Evan's name would be joining them. Almost mesmerized by the sight the reindeer's attention returned to the task at hand when the screen changed once more, a picture of the fox he'd be facing replacing the tournament bracket; he was cute.

"Good luck, boys!" cried the announcer as both the reindeer and the fox began to climb the steps to the gallows' platform. His needy cock throbbed as a mixture of both anticipation and fear washed over Tuk's mind. It was only when he reached the platform itself that he began to slow, close enough now to make out the coarseness of the rope which could vey well end the young reindeer's life this day. "For those of you just tuning in, let me fill you in!" continued the announcer, his voice taking on the lilt of a professional entertainer. "Both of these boys have selected a word of their choice in the backroom. Nobody but me, the ref and them know what that word is! Why? Simple! We're gonna play us some hangman! That's right folks, that simple child's game is finally paying out! Both of our lovely contestants will be on the line as they try to guess the other's word before their own is revealed. Make too many mistakes though and..." he paused, not only for breath but as a grand dramatic gesture before finishing, "Hangman!" The crowd showed its approval of the showmanship by chanting the word 'Hangman' for several electric moments. "One of these boys might cash in, but one of them will certainly be cashing out!" he finished.

Even as the announcer worked the crowd, the referee worked Tuk and Evan. Their slim necks were almost caressed by the masked male's gloved hands as he lowered the nooses and slid them over the two boys' heads. The feel of the rough rope against his throat should have terrified the reindeer but he could only blush and close his eyes, a glistening drop of pre-cum beading at the tip of his rock hard cock. The fox seemed to be in much the same shape, his vulpine shaft aching with the sight of the naked reindeer standing before him. The thought of seeing the lean boy dance only egged the fox on to stroke himself gently as he was fitted with his own rough noose; the crowd once more showed its approval of the two lusty boys. The nooses in place, both the reindeer and fox's arms were bound behind their back tightly, the knot left right in the small of their backs forcing them to thrust their hips out slightly and put those proud, glistening shafts on display. They were ready and the crowd knew it. For the first time since he'd stepped out of the entryway Tuk heard the sound of the audience subside, as if every one of them were taking a deep breath at the same time.

"Here we goooooo!" exclaimed the announcer as both Tuk and Evan's profile pictures flashed up on the over-head screens, a varying number of underscores beneath each picture showing the length of their words.

Tuk: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Evan: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Tuk had won the right to go first in a coin toss in the back room and he had spent some time trying to think of a great opener. Now that he was here though the reindeer's mind was a blank.

"R?" He knew that R, S, and T were some of the most frequently used letters in the alphabet, and though t hat thought alone escaped his sudden stage-fright, the boy hoped it would be enough. The buzzer sounded however, and above a circular head appeared beside the boy's picture... no R's. The reindeer blushed brightly as he squirmed on his feet, eager shaft wobbling slightly with the movement, and the crowd roared at the mistake; Evan only smirked.

"R" echoed the fox. He grinned as a large R appeared over the third underscore in Tuk's word and the reindeer's blush grew deeper. The announcer's voice rang out, working the crowd as they watched the two boy's compete for their lives.

Tuk: _ _ R _ _ _ _ _

Evan: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Tuk knew he couldn't allow himself to fall too far behind. They were only allowed six errors before they were eliminated, and he had already made one mistake. His word was shorter as well, and while that could be an advantage in some ways, it was a disadvantage in others.

"S" he guessed at last, holding his breath only to release it in a relieved sigh as the letter appeared in Evan's word. The fox let out a soft gasp himself, growling playfully as though he were just now going to take the game seriously.

"T" he countered. Another hit!

Tuk: _ _ R _ _ T _ _

Evan: _ _ _ _ _ S _ _ _ _

Both boys watched each other shift their weight, watching each other as though they could anticipate the other's word through their body language. The air was filled with anticipation as both Evan and the crowd waited for the reindeer's next letter. He took his time, trying not to focus on the ache in his loins or the thin rivulet of pre-cum slipping down the underside of his cock, the boy dripping with lust both figuratively and literally as he tried to keep his excitement under control.

"E" he said at last, knowing all words had vowels and E was one of the more common ones. An S didn't help him much and he needed to flesh out the word quickly. A bleat of joy escaped the reindeer as not one, or two, but three E's appeared in the fox's word. Evan was the one left blushing this time as he lowered his gaze; the guess had been a hangman equivalent of a direct hit. Tuk's cock jerked slightly as he smiled, confidence restored after that shaky start.

"E" retorted the fox. It had worked last time, surely it would work this time. He groaned as the buzzer sounded and a stickman's head appeared beside his picture; no E's.

Tuk: _ _ R _ _ T _ _

Evan: E _ _ _ E S _ E _ T

Tuk's heart raced as he tried to think. His excitement was no longer in check, his heart racing as he looked over his opponent. Tuk was in a strong position now and the fox's body language showed that the vulpine knew it too. The fox's cheeks were still red and his cock bobbed with the nervous movements of his feet, claws out and scrabbling slightly on the trapdoor beneath him. The reindeer still had no idea what the fox's word was however, and he knew he'd have to guess again.

"M?" he said, instantly regretting it as common sense over-rode the boy's desire to win, and he realized there was no way an M would fit into the letters already revealed. The buzzer confirmed the reindeer's mistake and he bit his lip. A body appeared beneath the head that had already been placed beside the reindeer's picture.

"A" shot back the fox almost immediately. The reindeer could only groan as the letter appeared. His shorter word was slowly filling in, and the boy could only hope the fox didn't just fill in the blanks in his mind and end the contest pre-maturely.

Tuk: A _ R _ _ T _ _

Evan: E _ _ _ E S _ E _ T

"A" guessed the reindeer, hoping for more vowels to help him and perhaps to turn the fox's own habit of re-guessing the boy's letters, against him. He was rewarded for the risk and the fox scowled.

"B" said the fox slowly, as if drawing it out. The reindeer froze, eyes widening a bit as the scowl on the vulpine's muzzle turned up at the corners into a bit of a grin. Did he know? The reindeer couldn't be sure and his dick spurted out another thin trail of pre-cum as his legs shook. What if he did? Perhaps he's just toying with me, thought the reindeer. Perhaps he's just letting me think I'm winning. Regardless of Evan's intent, the letter appeared on the board.

Tuk: A B R _ _ T _ _

Evan: E _ A _ E S _ E _ T

The reindeer considered the format of the fox's letters carefully, his body still shaking gently from the fox's last guess. B was an odd letter to choose so quickly, surely he must know. The reindeer's mind filled with possibilities of what the fox's word could be and there were several that he could think of which were likely. What if he was wrong though? The rules dictated that a wrong word guess was an instant disqualification; he needed one more letter to be sure. It was a risk either way but the reindeer soon decided.

"V" said the reindeer. It was a dangerous move and he knew it. V was one of the strangest letters to simply guess and surely the fox would know the reindeer was onto him now. It was the only way to be sure though, and perhaps he was overestimating Evan's last guess. Maybe it had just been luck and the fox was still unsure. The boy's dick quaked with the possibility that he'd just doomed himself, but he also may have just doomed the fox. The letter appeared and the fox looked up in surprise, eyes widening visibly as he realized the position he'd just been put in. The reaction assuaged Tuk slightly and he even let himself grin; he had him!

"Abruptly" said the fox abruptly. The crowd stilled when they heard a whole word spoken, not just a letter. The fox was making his play and he waited with bated breath to find out if he'd just sent the reindeer, or himself, into the embrace of the noose. The entire stadium seemed to halt suddenly, all eyes turned up towards the screen above the two boys, all but one pair. Tuk's gaze dropped to the ground, his cheeks bright red and his cock oozing pre-cum vigorously now.

Tuk: A B R U P T L Y

Evan: E V A _ E S _ E _ T

The crowd exploded into a chorus of cheers and roars as the reindeer's word appeared in its entirety. They knew what that meant, as did the fox and Tuk.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our winner! Evan! He'll be advancing to the next round and continuing to compete for our BIG. CASH. PRIZE!" shouted the announcer. Evan let out a breath of relief, eyes rolling back slightly as the ref moved to untie him. Tuk however, was left tied and bound, the announcement simply exciting the boy even more as he whimpered and squirmed, feet curling as he waited for the clattering sound that would end his life; he didn't have to wait long. "So long, Tuk! Thanks for playing!" added the announcer as the trapdoor beneath the reindeer gave way, leaving the boy to fall with a final bleat.

The reindeer couldn't believe the suddenness of the drop. The feel of the rope rubbing against the sensitive skin of his neck soon became a rough vice-like grip that refused to let the boy breathe. Head still above the platform, he could see the fox who had defeated him begin to paw off at the sight of the reindeer's fall. Tuk's legs kicked slowly beneath the platform, his tongue forced from his slim muzzle as the rope crushed against his delicate throat. Already a thin line of drool was dangling from the tip of the boy's thin tongue. Tuk tried to bleat out but once again he could only let out a raspy choking sound. The sights and sounds of the audience seemed almost heightened in the dying boy's head, the roar of the crowd mixing with the roar of the blood trapped in his head. The reindeer's cheeks slowly turned a deep shade of red, transitioning into an even darker shade of purple; still he could only rasp and buck about helplessly. His thin, stiff prick slapped against his belly as he fought against the lovingly cruel embrace of the hangman's noose. Along with the sound of the crowd, Tuk's sense of lust was also amplified and though his lungs burned with their need for air, his cock burned with the need for release. As his legs slowed their kicking and the reindeer buck thrust his hips, he could feel the growing orgasm building in the pit of his belly. When he came, it was the greatest orgasm of the reindeer's life. Stars exploded in his darkening vision and the cum spraying from his tip felt like an untapped oil well's first eruption as the pressure on it was released. Warm sticky cum painted the underside of the platform, and with his thrusting the boy's dick continued to slap his belly as he came, leaving several streaks in his fur. As his climax ebbed so too did Tuk. His cheeks had gone from purple to blue and the swollen tongue sticking out of his mouth was glistening with drool. It wasn't long until the reindeer buck was gone, swinging slightly with his eyes half-closed and tongue lolling from the side of his mouth. His cock still jutted up stiffly beneath the platform though the boy was quite dead.

Evan finished himself with a soft cry, his own seed spurting out across the platform, almost painting the deceased reindeer's face with its milky warmth. The game was won but the tournament was far from over for the fox. He remained to watch as the referee simply unlatched the rope that was holding Tuk up, letting the reindeer fall through the trapdoor. Below, the dead boy landed on a pile of other furs, the previous losers in their respective matches. His body rolled slightly before coming to rest faceup across a cheetah's stiffening frame, his dick just as rigid as the newly added buck's was. They would be cleaned up eventually, but for now they were fine where they were; they would be needed to catch more boys before the tournament was over after all. Evan turned and headed back the way he'd come, his dick finally softening as his heart continued to pound in time to the crowd's roar, his paws lifting in a victorious air pump. Evan glanced behind himself only before he moved out of sight of the platform, wishing the buck well wherever he might be now. Above, Tuk's name received a red X through it on the tournament bracket-board as Evan's was moved to the next bracket; the tournament had claimed another boy, not the first, nor the last.