Snuff House
A bull and a cat get together for some breath-control play. Then they decide they want to take it all the way, and go to a place that will fulfill their desires for $$$$.
Snuff House
part 1
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SNUFFWORLD Login: tuvvo
You have 1 Friend request: belena
Message: I've seen you a lot on threads dealing with hanging and strangling, usually as a victim. I'm a fantasy bottom, too. Wanna chat?
Accept? (click)
Entering chat with belena:
tuvvo** :**
Hi. You wanted to chat?
belena** :**
Yep. Did you like that pic that Lumioli posted this morning...
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Thus began a conversation which grew into a friendship, then an obsession.
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SNUFFWORLD Login: belena
Entering chat with tuvvo:
belena** :**
Heya . HavU heard from Finnska? I been checkin my box , but nothing . It's been over a week.
tuvvo** :**
Naw . Three days ago she said she was off to this place on the North side of Oakville. A Snuff House. Said she was going to check them out , maybe think about using their services. Do you suppose...?
belena** :** Maybe. Thing that worries me... place like that, mebbe she went in to look, and they just snuffed her right then.
tuvvo: Maybe. Look, I'll go and ask around, see what I can find out.
belena: kk.
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Four days later...
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Entering chat with belena:
tuvvo: I asked some people who've been around here longer than we have. Three of them said they went in, signed up and chose a method. The snuffer, a Eurasian, he let Dionty watch this really hot blonde get strangled to death. Dionty paid their fee, and had taken her clothes off and let this guy strap her into a chair, and she got cold feet. The guy just unstrapped her, led her back to the dressing room to get her clothes. And sent her on her way. They even refunded almost all her money, just kept about 10% for the "entertainment" of watching the blonde die...
tuvvo: And Dionty said it was really hot, watching. Well worth the money.
belena: Wow! So...
tuvvo: Yeah, looks like Finnska went and got herself snuffed. Probably hanged, if I know her.
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Two months later...
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Entering chat with tuvvo:
belena: Wanna meet ? We could RP roleplay together. Pretend we're going the way planning to die the same way that Finnska did. I give great BJs, btw.
tuvvo: Sure. My address is [redacted]. Tell me when your plane gets in, I'll pick you up at the airport.
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The Next Day
Tuvvo was standing just outside the secure area, holding up a hand-lettered sign that said "Belena". He waited around for about 15 minutes, and eventually saw a cat heading his way. His jaw dropped. "Purple! Your fur is purple!"
"Sure, what else?"
"When I saw you on my screen, I thought you had off-white or light gray fur and the lighting made it look purple. But it's really purple! Almost lavender! What a gorgeous pussycat!"
The cat pulled himself up to his full height. "My fur is purple. It's always been purple. And I may not have a six pack or Popeye-style biceps, but I'm still a tom, not a pussy!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to offend," the bovine said, looking shamefaced. "C'mon, let's get your luggage and I'll take you home."
"Okay," Belena laughed. "Not really offended, just putting it on. Just remember, I may be a little... slim, but I'm still male."
"I'm glad. I wouldn't be interested if you weren't!"
The cat paused and looked Tuvvo over, then grinned. "Besides, you're not exactly the picture of super malehood yourself, are you?"
"Nope. My looks run to the androgynous side, and I'm proud of it. You'll notice the headfur." he paused and turned his head to give Belena a good look at his glossy, shoulder-length hair. "You can call me a girly-bull if you want, but that's the way I am."
The cat padded up and kissed Tuvvo on the cheek. "No offense meant or taken. I like you fine the way you are. C'mon."
The two walked downstairs, waited a few minutes, and collected Belena's bag. They walked across the road to the short-term lot, got into Tuvvo's light-blue 'vette and drove to the bovine's house.
Tuvvo turned the engine off and pushed the button to pop the trunk. The cat pulled his bag out and they walked up the steps. The bovine entered a code on a pad and the door unlocked.
As soon as they were inside, the cat looked around and whistled loudly. "Wow, nice digs!"
"Thanks. Let me show you around."
"I'm kinda tired. Eight hours in a plane kinda takes it out of you. How about a mini-tour: food, bathroom, and bedroom."
"Oh, sure! I'd forgotten how far away you lived."
Tuvvo led the cat to the kitchen, showed him the food in the fridge, where to find coffee, dishes, silverware, and condiments. Then upstairs to the bathroom ("cool tub!") and finally to a bedroom with a queen-sized bed. "Here you go. Unless you want to start sharing right away."
"Maybe tomorrow. Right now I need sleep. Except..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm tired like I said, but also really keyed up about what we're going to do. Would you fuck me, please? Just a quickie to help me relax?"
"How about you show me a little more, and I'll decide."
After Belena had removed his silk shirt and skin-tight slacks, the bovine looked him over. Smooth fur, rounded body but with no extra fat. And... "Panties?" Tuvvo stifled a laugh as best he could. "Okay, you're a tom. You're a tom."
The cat laughed. "That's right. Now let's see what you've got."
The bovine undid his checked shirt, pulled off his Tee, undid his jeans and pulled off the boxer shorts underneath.
"Mmmm...... Looks delish. I wanna taste of that sometime, but right now I want it inside me." Belena pulled off his panties and lay down on the bed, his legs raised and spread. Tuvvo took a moment to admire the cat's uncut cock, then knelt and licked it a few times. He spread lube on his own cock and on the cat's purple pucker, then slowly pushed his way in.
"Oh, yeah..." groaned Belena, "be nice, but fuck me deep. Please."
Tuvvo slowly hilted himself in the cat's ass, then pulled halfway out. And again, and again... After a minute, Belena groaned, "More. Faster." The bovine complied, speeding up his strokes.
Then, "Oh, fuck me hard, please!"
Tuvvo thrust deep into Belena's tailstar, pulled almost all the way out, then thrust hard, all the way in again. "Oh, yes, like that!" the cat moaned. And a few seconds later, "Yehhhs.... that's so good." and "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeaaaaaaaah!" as the cat spurted onto his own bellyfur.
Tuvvo kept on thrusting, a little slower now. "YaaaahhhH!" the cat screamed, and the bovine felt himself cumming deep inside Belena's ass. "Aaaahhhhhh!"
As the bovine started to shrink out of Belena, the cat looked at him, a molten look in his lavender eyes. "Kiss me goodnight?"
"Ummm hmmm." Tuvvo bent his head and touch his lips to the cat's. Belena pressed his lips against Tuvvo's and held the kiss for several seconds, then let his head fall to the pillow. "G'nigh" he muttered, and his eyes closed.
Belena woke up the next morning and wandered downstairs. He found Tuvvo busy in the kitchen, pouring batter into a waffle iron. The table held a bowl of peaches, a bowl of blueberries, and a bowl of whipped cream. Bacon was sizzling in a skillet on the stove.
"Smells yummy," the cat said, licking his chops.
"I thought the smell of coffee would wake you, unless you were really exhausted."
"It did."
Tuvvo gave the first waffle to Belena, who spooned peaches and cream over it. The bovine made himself a second waffle, with blueberries around the outside and peaches in the center, with dabs of cream here and there.
"Oh, that was good," said Belena. He'd added Jameson's and whipped cream to his mug, turning it into Irish Coffee and was smiling slightly as he sipped it.
"So... what's the plan for today?" the cat asked as they finished the last of the coffee.
"I have something to show you. C'mon into my office."
"I paid a PI to look through Finnska's place. He found the door unlocked, the lights on, and this CD in an envelope addressed to us." The bovine put the CD into his IMac. It had just one document on it. Tuvvo opened it.
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Hi, Tuvvo & Belena. If everything goes as I planned, this letter is all you'll find of me. I found the place we were talking about, it's in [redacted] on [redacted] Street.
I'm going to visit them tomorrow and see if it's what they claim it is. If it is, I plan to use their services.
If you find this, you'll know I got what I wanted: a mouth around my cock, a noose around my neck, kicking and dancing my way out of this life and into the next while my snuffer swallows my cum.
Love,
Finnska
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There was a photo attached. A selfie of the big dog with a makeshift noose -- a piece of electrical cord tied in a slipknot -- around his neck. He was pulling on it with one hand, an ecstatic expression on his face.
"Wow!" Belena said after they had both read the note.
"Yeah, wow!" Tuvvo was rubbing himself through his PJs.
"Hey! You don't need to go solo. Remember what I said about giving great BJs?"
"Oh... yeah. So...?"
"You just lean up against the wall and let me do all the work, 'kay?"
"'Kay."
Belena pulled the bovine's cock out and rolled it between his palms until it was fully hard. He pulled the foreskin back with one hand, and wrapped his mouth around the tip. He licked into the slit and was rewarded with a moan from Tuvvo. He licked a few more times, then used his palms to rotate the shaft as he moved his mouth up and down. Tuvvo felt it as a corkscrew motion.
When Tuvvo started screaming, Belena switched to a simple up-and-down motion, only occasionally twisting the bovine's cock in his mouth. On every upstroke, he licked the area just behind the frenum, and used suction to maximize pressure on the underside.
"Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah! oh Yeah!! OH YEAH!" the bovine moaned. Belena sped up, using more pressure and a quick flicking tongue action that drove Tuvvo back into wordless screams. And then... "Yes...? yes...? yes? yes? yes? Yes! YES! YES."
And one long wordless scream as Tuvvo filled Belena's mouth with bull-cum. The cat swallowed, but kept going, sucking and flicking, until Tuvvo finally screamed, "No, stop... I can't..." Belena slowed down and stopped.
"Wow!" was all the bovine could get out for a couple of minutes. "Wow!" Then he came to his senses a little. "Oh, that was incredible. But what about you?"
"Oh, I'll take care of my self now."
"I'm sorry, I'm kind of selfish that way, I love getting blowjobs, but I'm not big on giving them. But I'm good with a handjob, if you like."
"Sure, that would be great!"
Tuvvo put his hand around the cat's cock and started stroking, slowly at first, then faster. Precum came out the end, and the bovine spread it on his palm and resumed stroking, even faster. Belena came in less than two minutes, his nearly clear feline cum coating his cock, Tuvvo's hand, and the floor.
Two Weeks Later
Tuvvo came to slowly. "Wow! That was even better than the first time you blew me!" He looked down, "... Hey, I'm still hard? What's with that?"
"Sorry. I tried to get the timing right, but you fainted faster than I expected. I'll tell you this, though, sucking you and strangling you at the same time was so exciting that I nearly came! I could finish you, but I think it's my turn, and I bet you'll enjoy this even more."
"Maybe." The bovine looked sulky -- he liked the cat's mouth even more than his ass, and he'd been sure he'd cum really hard from getting blown and strangled. Still, a promise is a promise, and fucking Belena was pretty damn good.
The cat slipped the noose off of Tuvvo's neck, untied him, helped him stand up, then lay down on the bondage frame. The bovine tied Belena's hands to the sides of the frame, slipped a leather loop around each ankle, and pulled the straps through the buckles until the cat's ankles nearly touched his shoulders. Two more straps across the cat's chest and pelvis held him immobile in the frame. "Ready?"
"Don't forget..."
"Not a chance." Tuvvo opened the noose and dropped it over Belena's neck, leaving the free end at one side of the frame. He unscrewed the top of the Vaseline jar and spread some on his cock, then under the cat's tail.
"Ready?"
"More than you'll ever know."
"Don't be too sure. Remember, I just went through it."
"Whatever. You may fire when ready, Gridley."
Tuvvo put his tip against the cat's pucker and pressed forward gently. He slid in easily. "Oh, this is too... I'm so excited from before, I'm super sensitive. I'm going to have to hold nearly still or I'll cum way too soon."
"Just do it. I really wanna feel it, okay?"
"Sure. Don't get your knickers in a knot." Tuvvo grinned and stroked slowly into the cat. He took hold of the rope and pulled gently.
"More. I need more."
The bovine pulled harder. "That's nice. Harder. Choke me!"
"Toyota," Tuvvo sang, and pulled harder.
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"Yeah," the cat gasped out, "like that."
Tuvvo moved slowly in and out, then again, then rested for a few seconds. Then did it again. "You're so tight... even better than usual."
"I'm glad. A couple more strokes, then really strangle me, okay?"
The bovine just grunted as he slid his length back into Belena's backside. He paused, pulled back, pushed in again. And again. Then he wrapped the rope around his hand a second time and pulled hard.
The cat's mouth moved, but no sound came out. Tuvvo guessed that Belena was enjoying it from the grin on his face. He moved in and out again, paused, did it again. He managed about five more strokes, then lost control and slammed himself deep into the cat, pulling back and in again as fast as he could, again and again, his hand jerking the rope with each thrust. He came, hard, filling Belena's insides with bull-cum as his hips pistoned back and forth.
When he regained control of himself, he noticed that the cat had cum all over both their bellies, and was completely unconscious, not moving at all, his face slack. "Shit!" he whispered and let go of the rope. He loosened the noose and took it off Belena's neck. The cat gasped loudly and inhaled, stopped, made a choking noise, exhaled again, and finally started breathing.
Belena lay there panting fast for nearly a minute, then slowly opened his eyes and shook his head. "Wo.... Wow!" he gasped. "That was... incredible."
"Pretty good for me, too, but I think you got the best of the deal."
"Yeah, guess I did, although I think you came pretty hard too."
"Got that in one."
"Thank you. Thank you more than I can say. Tomorrow I'll fuck you and choke you, okay?"
"Deal!"
A Month Later
"I think I found it."
Belena jumped up and came over to look. "Found it?"
"Contact info for that place... you know where Finnska went."
"Really? How did you find it?"
"I know somebody who knows one of the people in FSociety."
"You contacted FSociety?" Belena asked.
"Roundabout. Passing messages back and forth through my friend. I never got to talk to anybody there."
"So... what's the scoop?"
"I got a telephone number and an IP address," the bovine replied.
"Well, let's call!" the cat said.
"You sure you're ready?"
"I've been ready since the first time you choked me out."
"Okay... going to speaker..." Tuvvo dialed. They heard some clicking noises, then some quiet tones. Then the traditional "ring...ring..." sound. Then another click and a voice answered.
"S N H Enterprises."
"Hello, we want to..."
"STOP!" the voice interrupted. "Not over the phone. You understand?"
"Uhhh...yes," Tuvvo answered.
"Okay. Follow instructions. You got this phone number. I assume you got an IP address, too?"
"Yes."
"Connect to port 5787 at that IP address. Use The Onion. Our server will not accept direct connections."
"Okay."
The line went dead.
"Do it, man," Belena whispered.
"You're better at this complicated stuff than I am. You do it."
Belena sat down at the computer, brought up a TOR browser, and connected to the address they'd been given. The cat had to click to download the new program, then to allow the program to run, then again to allow access to the computer's internal mic.
Once that had been done, the same voice said, "Welcome to the S N H hotline."
"Yes, thank you," the cat said.
"You said 'we' over the phone. I gather that there's more than one person involved.
"Yes," Tuvvo spoke up, "Two of us."
"You both wish to take advantage of our services?"
"We do," Belena said.
"How do you want it done."
Belena looked at Tuvvo, who spoke up again. "We'd like to be strangled somehow, we haven't worked out exactly how yet."
"Did you have a time frame in mind?"
"As soon as we can."
"You'll have to figure out the details first. Also, there's the matter of our fee. You understand that we are profit-making business..."
"Yes."
"Good. The fee must be paid in advance." The voice mentioned an amount.
There was a moment of stunned silence. "I can't pay anything like that much," Belena whispered.
"Give us a moment," Tuvvo told the voice.
"Sure."
Tuvvo muted the mic. "How much _can_you pay."
"I'm not sure... maybe five percent, maybe ten if I borrow money from my credit union."
"Don't borrow money you won't pay back. Look, you put in what you have, I'll cover the rest. I'll have to mortgage the house, but it'll be worth it."
Tuvvo unmuted. "Okay, we can pay that. It'll take about a month to raise the money."
"Good. Once you've done that and decided on the method, you can use the app to contact us again. Have the money in a bank account that you can do a wire transfer from."
"Right."
"Mail us through the app when you're ready."
Four Days Later
Tuvvo brought up the app again.
A different voice answered. "Have you decided?"
"We're not sure of all the details, but we know we want to be fucked and strangled. Our fantasy is for the sex itself to strangle us, but we're not sure how to manage that."
"We have a couple of methods of doing that. Did the two of you want to fuck or...?"
"That would be hot, but we can't both fuck each other at the same time, can we."
"Okay. Well then... does it have to be a live penis? Or is a dildo okay. We have dildoes that have an internal heater to bring them up to body temperature."
Tuvvo and Belena looked at each other. Belena nodded.
"That would be fine."
"Then I think we can accommodate you. Use the MAIL button when you have the money ready."
Three Weeks Later
Tuvvo got into the car. "All the paperwork is done. The money is in my bank account, ready to go. Let's stop by the Post Office on the way home, I have a letter to mail."
The cat looked curious.
"Instructions for my Trustee. I told him I'm going on a dangerous safari. If he doesn't hear from me in 30 days, he's to do what the trust says in case of my death."
"And that is?"
"I don't know the details, and don't need to. But my family will be taken care of."
"Okay."
Belena drove to the Post Office and Tuvvo dropped his letter in a mailbox. As soon as the car was parked in Tuvvo's driveway, he jumped out and headed for the house.
"Whah... What's the hurry," Belena panted as he ran after the bovine.
"Gotta a lot of stuff here to label. Your stuff, too. Anything you want somebody else to have, take one of these notes and put their name on it. We'll leave a list of addresses here on the table for my Trustee. He'll make sure to ship them. But first..."
Tuvvo brought up the application and MAILed a notification that they were ready to pay.
Then they both got busy, writing notes and taping them to boxes of CDs, DVDs, books, etc. Tuvvo's stamp collection got a note, so did Belena's online game trophies.
They were partway through when Tuvvo's computer dinged. A new message had popped up. It had a bunch of numbers and a reminder of the amount to be paid. Also a note: Your appointment is at 10:30AM on [date redacted]. MAIL or CALL if that is not convenient for you."
They looked at the message. "I don't have anything else to do that day. You?"
"Nope," Belena answered.
They had deposited Belena's small share the previous week; Tuvvo logged into his bank and ordered the wire transfer.
Two Days Later
Tuvvo and Belen stood outside a building. It could have been any small rental warehouse: double-width, two stories high, plain white stucco wall. Except it had an ordinary, 7'2" hinged door instead of an oversized sliding or roll-up door, and there was no graffiti on the wall -- every other wall on the block had been tagged, but not this one.
Belena knocked.
"Come in." It was the voice from their first call.
Belena turned the knob, opened the door, and walked in. Tuvvo followed, a little hesitantly. There was a reception desk with a skunk sitting behind it. And what a skunk. His wavy, nearly-white headfur tumbled down in a wavy fall all the way down to his shoulder blades. Emerald green eyes peeked out from under luxuriant lashes. That hair and face belonged on a femme, but this had to be a male: no femme ever had a voice that low. At least none that Belena or Tuvvo had ever met, seen, or heard of.
The receptionist laughed. "I get that reaction a lot. I'm male, it's just that I like this look. Really useful when I'm barhopping, too -- if you get my meaning." He paused. "You must be here for your 10:30 appointment. Just a sec, I'll buzz Rian."
Tuvvo and Belena looked around. There were some filing cabinets at one side of the room, and a stained and varnished wooden door next to them. On the other side were a pair of glass doors. The rest of the wall space was taken up with artwork -- mostly drawings by Felixpath, Puppyj, and Tokky, plus one Dolcett, each in a frame with a small lamp providing the perfect light for viewing it.
A wolf came through the glass doors. "Tuvvo, Belena, welcome. I'll be your snuffer today, if you decide to go through with it. I've got it planned so you will snuff each other, but 'Snuffer' is still my title because I'll be setting it up for you." He put his hand out.
Tuvvo and Belena came forward and shook his hand.
"We have a few strangulations scheduled today, where the snuffees are willing to be watched. Do you want to go straight to your ending, or would you like to watch a couple of snuffs first, then decide if you really want this?"
"What happens if we don't?" Tuvvo asked.
"We keep 10% of the fee for a broken appointment; the rest will be refunded to your bank account."
Tuvvo looked slightly relieved. Belena just smiled. The bovine might be worrying about a place to live if he backed out, but Belena was sure: he was going to be snuffed today.
Rian held one of the glass doors open. "Let me show you to a room."
"From our earlier conversations, I thought we'd get to watch at least one strangling before we get snuffed," Belena said.
Tuvvo said.
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Belena nearly tore his clothes off, then sat in one chair, carefully lowering himself to get the dildo into his tailhole. Tuvvo did the same, but undressed more carefully and folded his clothes, leaving them on the table.
"Give it a try," the wolf said.
Each of the snuffees moved up and down a few times, then they smiled. "Feels real nice," Belena said.
Rian strapped each of them into his chair. "Now... the dildos have a wi-fi link to the collars. "Go ahead, try fucking your dildo. You first." he pointed to Belena.
Belena grinned, then started sliding up and down his pole, moaning slightly in pleasure. Within seconds Tuvvo started making choking noises as his collar tightened. Belena kept it up for a few more seconds, then stopped.
"Now you," Rian said.
Tuvvo bounced very vigorously, fast, long strokes that gave him a lot of pleasure. In about thirty seconds tip of the cat's tongue emerged from his mouth as the collar strangled him. Tuvvo stopped.
"Fuckin' great!"
"Yeah!"
"Now, you two get to play a game. It's called 'Last one standing.' The way you win is to still be conscious while your partner is sitting there drooped over, unconscious. Just move up and down to strangle the other one. Whoever wins gets fucked by me."
Both spoke at the same time. "Wow!" "Yeah!"
"Good. On my signal, begin." Rian raised his right hand. Tuvvo aand Belena watched intently. Then the wolf clenched his fist and brought his hand down as if pulling a rope.
Tuvvo immediately began bouncing on his dildo, moving as fast as he could. Belena started half a second later, but chose slower, deeper strokes, rubbing his prostate against the tip of the dildo. Both started gasping as the collars tightened, then moaning with pleasure.
Tuvvo soon found the fast movements unsatisfying. He wanted more, and started using the chair arms to raise himself up until the dildo was almost out, then slamming himself down as hard as he could. Over and over, each upstroke a slight frustration as his insides were deprived of the dildo, each downstroke producing a tiny moan of pleasure as it filled him again, quickly choked off by Belena's next movement.
Soon, all that Rian could hear were choking noises as the boys tried to moan through throats that were nearly choked off. Then silence except for the sluuusshhhing sound of tight puckers sliding up and down the dildoes.
A few minutes passed. Tuvvo was having the time of his life, a warm cock-like thing filling him almost all the way up while the collar squeezed his neck unmercifully. Belena, too was enjoying his fucking and the sensation of not being able to breathe.
Then Belena's movements became uncoordinated. He was still looking at the bovine, but his gaze was unfocused. He moved up and down a few more times, then semen spurted from his cock, coating his thighs, the chair, and the floor in front of him. The cat moved up and down a few more times, slowing down, then slumped over, held in by the straps.
Tuvvo mewled as his collar loosened. "Hey, what's going on?"
"You won," Rian answered. Better stop unless you want to snuff your pal right now."
"Tempting, but..." Tuvvo bounced a few more times, then forced himself to sit still.
"You won the first round. Now you get your reward." Rian took off his pants, then unstrapped the bovine and led him over to a mat. "Position."
Tuvvo lay down, then raised his legs and pulled his knees almost to his chest. The wolf found the hole and pushed in, hard. Tuvvo groaned as the wolf cock filled him. It was almost as big as the dildo, and it was attached to the real live wolf who was going to help him get the snuff he wanted.
Rian moved in and out. At first he paused after each thrust before withdrawing until only his head was inside, then thrusting all the way in. Then he sped up and was soon pistoning the bovine's insides. Tuvvo moaned his pleasure with every stroke. Then the wolf grabbed his neck and squeezed, slamming all the way in, pulling out and doing it again. And again. Tuvvo wondered if the wolf was going to snuff him now, and felt the tingle in his balls that meant he was near orgasm.
Belena's eyes started to move. They wandered around, then centered on the mat where Rian and Tuvvo were enjoying themselves. He stared, then licked his lips. He was aware of a small, pleasurable sensation in his organ. He squeezed it gently with his hand, but couldn't get any more than that so soon after that massive cum from being fucked/choked.
Then Rian growled loudly as he came, his hot semen hitting the spot where Tuvvo's prostate nestled up against his rectum. The bovine tried to squeal his pleasure, but only a small squeak came out. His semen erupted from the end of his cock. Most of it ended up on his own belly, but some went onto the wolf's fur. The wolf moved in and out a couple of dozen more times, then gradually slowed and stopped. He let go of Tuvvo's neck, and the bovine gasped in a huge breath. He didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed that he was still alive, but he knew he'd had a great ride.
Rian looked down disapprovingly. "You got my fur messy. Clean it up!"
"Yes, sir," Tuvvo said. He slithered around until he could reach the wolf's belly, then licked it clean and swallowed.
"Good boy. Get a wet cloth and clean your friend, yourself and my cock."
"Right away, sir." The bovine went over to the washstand, ran warm water onto a facecloth, and swabbed off Belena's fur and cock, then his own. Then he carefully cleaned the wolf's cock. He hesitated.
"That mesh bag next to the basin."
Tuvvo nodded and dropped the now-dirty cloth into the bag.
Rian went on, "You asked to watch a snuffing, and it turns out we have two furs scheduled to be strangled today who are willing to have an audience for their snuffs. Come with me."
The bovine and the cat followed Rianto a room with a couple of benches, a mirror, another nightstand, and a thing like a chiropracter" s<=" span="> work table. Tuvvo and Belena sat down on the benches. "My next client has requested a fairly conventional snuff. He wants to be strangled to death while being fucked. You two can watch, but don't interfere or say anything. Okay?"
The two friends nodded. "Wait here, then," Rian said.
The wolf walked out, and came back a couple of minutes later leading a naked hamster. The hamster was already erect.
"Okay, guys. This is Ogden. He's going to be snuffed in a few minutes."
Rian introduced Tuvvo and Belena as an audience. The hamster grinned and waved at them. "Betcha I'll put on a good show."
"Nobody here stupid enough to take that bet," Rian replied. Ogden grinned again.
Rian led him to the table and used a foot pedal to adjust it even with Ogden's hips. The hamster bent over the table with his hands over his head. The wolf tied Ogden's hands to a pair of rings at the far end of the table. Another rope went around the hamster's thighs, holding them to the near end of the table.
Rian got a small bottle of Vaseline out of the nightstand and scooped a small dab into his palm. He fondled the hamster's penis for a short time, then took another dab and spread it under Ogden's tail and along his own cock. He took a length of rope out of the stand, wrapped it twice around Ogden's neck, and tied a knot in each end. He used a towel to dry the goop off his hands.
The wolf tapped Ogden's legs with his foot to spread them apart, then gradually worked his length into the hamster's rear end. The hamster moaned as he felt his insides filled up. Rial stroked in and out a few times, then took the ends of the rope in his hands, just inside of the knots.
"Last chance to back out."
"We're doing this! Give me a count of three."
"One..." Rial counted. Then "Two...." The hamster took a deep breath and held it. "Three." And the wolf pulled the rope tight. Ogden made a quiet gurgling sound as the rope cut off his breath. His face, visible in the mirror, took on a surprised look when his air was cut off, then a look of pleasure as the wolf began moving inside him.
The expression of pleasure gradually changed to concern as the hamster ran out of air. He made a quiet choking noise as he forced the last of the air from his lungs. His chest muscles strained, but he could not get any air past the rope that was crushing his neck. His arms tensed as he tried to break free of the table, but his hands and legs were firmly tied.
Then Ogden's expression changed again, and he began matching Rial's thrusts, pushing back to get as much of the wolf inside him as he could, then relaxing against the table when the wolf withdrew. His mouth opened in an "O" of pleasure, and his eyes refocused at infinity, as if looking at a beautiful scene very far away.
Rial sensed the hamster's need and started thrusting fast, hard, and deep. He pushed his length into Ogden again and again. The hamster's member expanded, then spurted white semen onto the table. Belena, watching closely, thought he counted nine spurts. Ogden's arm muscles relaxed, then his legs slowly gave way until only the ropes on his hands and thighs kept him from sliding off the table.
The wolf changed pace, thrusting slowly all the way into Ogden's rear, then pulling out halfway, pausing for nearly two seconds, and repeating the process, while the hamster's eyes gradually glazed over. Then came a series of short, quick thrusts while Rian groaned. He pushed all the way in again and stayed that way for about twenty seconds.
Rian held that position for several minutes, then looked at the hamster's face in the mirror. It was completely relaxed, all the muscles sagging. The wolf slowly withdrew, but kept the rope tight around the hamster's neck. At last he slowly let the rope go slack. Hearing no breath sounds, he reached up and checked the hamster's carotid pulse, then nodded.
"Well, he got what he wanted. Still want to get snuffed?"
"More than ever," Tuvvo answered, and "Oh, yeah!" Belena said at the same time.
The wolf looked at them and noted that they were sporting erections again. "So I see..."
He paused, then pressed a button. A fennec and a wallaby wheeled a cart in, undid the ropes, and carted the body away.
"Well, you two look like you're ready to go another round. Want to play the game again?"
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"What is it," Belena asked.
"Do you want to do this round just for fun, like the first round? Or do you want to take a chance that you might get snuffed and miss out on seeing a second strangling?"
"How does that work?" Belena asked.
Rian pointed at his control panel. "There's lots of settings here. Right now it's set so the collar loosens 10 seconds after movement on the corresponding dildo stops. If you wanted to get snuffed right now, I'd just change that to five minutes. Five more minutes of strangling when you're already unconscious is lethal. As long as you two stay reasonably in synch, that will snuff both of you."
He paused, then pointed to another control. "But with this, I can set it to a random chance. Two chances out of three, it will loosen after 10 seconds, just like your first game. But there's one chance in three that it will stay tight for 5 minutes and you'll be snuffed."
Rian looked at the cat, then at the bovine. "So, what'll it be? Total safety this time, so you can watch another snuffing, then come back and snuff each other? Or take a one-in-three chance of dying in the next few minutes?"
The two friends looked at each other. Belena held up four fingers. Tuvvo nodded. "We'll take the chance if you make it one in four."
"Yeah, knowing that every time could be our last will make it really hot!" Tuvvo added.
The wolf turned a knob. "Okay. Done." He paused. "Ready?"
"Yes." "Yup!"
"Go!" Rian yanked his hand down.
Belena remembered the first game. He did what Tuvvo had done the first time: he lifted himself up on the chair arm, then drove himself down hard. He repeated the move as quick as he could, moaning in pleasure at the invasion. Tuvvo did the same, but Belena's first move had tightened his collar, throwing his rhythm slightly off.
Soon both were moaning in pleasure, then the moans were replaced by quiet gasps and the same slippery sluuusshhhing sounds as before. The pleasure overcame Tuvvo's determination to win again. He slowed down, leaning back slightly to get the best angle. He could feel it getting closer... closer... His vision was getting foggy, and he wondered whether he would wake up again, but couldn't seem to care much one way or the other... Almost there... Tuvvo moved up and down a few more times, slowly settled down onto his chair. He slowly leaned forward and slightly to one side; only the straps kept him in the chair. He wore a silly smile, and his eyes stared at Belena, not really seeing what he was looking at.
Belena felt his own orgasm approaching, and switched to the long, slow strokes that he found most pleasurable. He wondered if this would be the end.
"What... what's going on?" Belena asked as his collar loosened. Then he looked across the room and saw Tuvvo slumped in the straps. "Oh, so we're not getting snuffed this time. Guess it's time to stop." He lowered himself slowly, then waited. "God, I am so horny!" he said, then "Tuvvo too," as he noticed the bovine was still rock hard.
Rian came over and undid the straps, then helped Belena out of the chair and onto the mat. The cat kept glancing over at his unconscious friend. Rian noticed. "Don't worry, he'll wake up soon."
Tuvvo stirred a few seconds later, then moaned. His eyes opened, closed, opened again. "Uhhh...." he said, then looked around the room. He looked down. "Oh... I didn't..." Then he looked and saw Belena lying on the mat, waiting for him. "That means...?"
"Yep," Rian said, as he helped Tuvvo out of the chair. "The cat won this time, so come give him his reward."
Tuvvo looked disgusted, but walked over, none too steadily. Belena grinned at the ox, then turned to Rian. "He doesn't like giving blowjobs. And to tell the truth, I'd rather give one than get one. So how about if I blow him instead? That's a pretty good reward for me."
"Go ahead. But I have a little surprise planned for you."
Belena patted the mat beside him. "C'mon, let's show him what a really good blowjob looks like." Tuvvo lay down and spread his legs. Belena crawled between them, wrapped his hand around the base of Tuvvo's shaft, and took the head in his mouth. He made love to the girly-bull slowly, drawing out the pleasure, ending with rapid sucking and licking combination that left Tuvvo screaming in pleasure as he came.
Being choked and then giving his friend a blowjob left Belena hyper-excited. He swallowed the g-bull's semen and reached down to give himself relief, but the wolf intervened. "Roll over, I want you."
Belena was surprised, but rolled over so he was face up. Rian lay crosswise to him, grabbed his cock, and started sucking. He was nearly as skilled as Belena himself, and it took the cat only a few seconds to cum. The wolf kept going, though, and Belena soon found the stimulation more than he could take. "Stop... please stop..." he panted.
The wolf stopped and sat up. "You won the game, you earned a blowjob. We're square, okay?"
"More than okay. Thank you so much!"
"My pleasure. Literally."
"Now what," Tuvvo asked when his breathing slowed down enough to let him speak.
"Lunch," the wolf replied. "I'll have it brought in, we can eat it, then you can go watch another snuffing. You guys want a cold deli platter or a selection of dim sum."
"Dim sum," two voices said simultaneously, then "We're getting good at that."
Belena and Tuvvo looked at each other, then lost it and laughed so hard they fell over, gasping and holding their aching bellies.
Rian pushed a button on the intercom. "Three dim sum platters."
"Three dim sum," a voice squawked back.
A goa came in a minute later, wheeling a cart with steaming hot plates. A lower tray held a few cold dishes. The three spent an hour slowly sampling the different dumplings, buns, rolls, cut up meats, etc. "Save room for dessert," Rian warned the two friends, so the munching gradually tapered off. The wolf went back to the intercom and ordered dessert, which turned out to be a tray of French pastries. Belena managed two pastries, Tuvvo got through three. Rian, knowing what was coming, had stopped eating sooner and ate four and part of a fifth.
When they were all comfortably stuffed, Belena turned to the wolf. "When I woke up before lunch, I wasn't sure whether or not to be disappointed about not getting snuffed. But after that little encounter -- plus this lunch and the prospect of watching another snuffing -- I think that on balance I'm glad. As long as I leave here with a blue face and no pulse."
The wolf grinned. "Guaranteed, unless you change your mind."
Rian said as he stood up. "I think you'll find this one entertaining."
He led Tuvvo and Belena through a couple of corridors into a dimly-lit room with a dozen chairs and a glass wall. On the other side of the wall was a brightly lit room with a table, a very low chair, and an armchair. There were straps attached to the arms and legs of the chair, one at waist level, one at chest level, and one that came from behind the chair at the head. There was a black button on the right arm of the recliner, a white button on the left.
"One-way mirror," the wolf explained, pointing at the glass, "This customer is willing to be watched, but he doesn't want to be distracted. We can talk quietly, but don't yell or tap on the glass or anything like that, okay?"
"Okay." "Okay."
The door in the other room opened, and a cheetah and a tanuki (Wikipedia Is Your Friend) came in holding hands. The tanuki ("Xander Ashley", Rian said) took his clothes off and laid them neatly on the table, then sat in the chair. The cheetah ("Maynard") strapped him into the recliner, first at waist level, then his chest, then the feet, then the left arm, then the right arm. The straps held Xander's hands directly over the buttons.
Finally, Maynard pulled the top strap forward and dropped it over the tanuki's head. He made an adjustment behind the chair so the strap fit snugly around Xander's neck, just under his chin. He took his own clothes off and put them on the other end of the table, then brought the low chair up and sat, facing the badger and only a few inches from him.
"Xander thinks he's got us fooled," Rian explained in a low voice, "He controls the whole process with those buttons. When he pushes the black one, the strap will tighten and strangle him. When he pushes the white one, it will let him breathe again."
"So he gets a blowjob and a couple of minutes of strangling, then goes away?" Tuvvo asked quietly.
"Basically, yes."
Tuvvo made a scoffing noise. "Pfah! I thought we were going to watch him get snuffed."
"There's one other thing," Rian said, "Maynard will only blow him while the strap is strangling him. When he pushes the white button, Maynard will stop sucking him. Xander has to get the timing right if he wants a really good blowjob: Use the black button for a while, then the white button to let him get a few breaths, then the black button again, over and over until he cums."
"Ooh, sounds like fun!" Belena said.
"He figures he can come in here, get strangled and sucked, then he'll push the white button and go away. He'll come back the next time the urge hits him. He's been here three times so far. All for one snuffing fee. We charge a higher fee for a deal like that, but he gets a discount because he's willing to be watched. We're also videotaping his sessions, and he signed a release for us to sell them after he's gone."
"I thought we were going to see somebody get snuffed."
"It's not guaranteed, but... He really wants to be snuffed. He was my customer the first and third times, and I can sense these things. From the way he smells, I'm pretty sure he's fooling himself. He's here to be snuffed."
Tuvvo grunted, not quite convinced.
"Maynard thinks so, too. He's going to stretch out the blowjob, make it last longer. That will tempt Xander to keep the strap tight longer. There's no automatic release: if he loses consciousness while the strap is tight, it wills strangle him to death."
The badger was very excited. His dick pointed straight at the ceiling and a drop of pre-cum was visible at the tip. The cheetah was half erect, half of his shaft already protruding from his sheath. He put one hand around the badger's shaft. "Whenever you're ready," he said.
Xander pushed the black button. There was a quiet whirring noise, and the strap dug into his neck. The cheetah leaned forward and licked the tanuki's tip, then all around the head. He licked his lips and parted them, slid them down one side of Xander's member, then back up, then the same on the other side. He slid them down the underside, then kissed his way back up to the tip. At last he took it into his mouth and sucked it rapidly in and out a few times. Then started moving his head slowly, halfway down then back up, about one stroke every two seconds.
The tanuki rotated his hips as much as he could, trying to get more "action" with the cheetah's mouth, the straps limited him to about half an inch of motion. A little over ninety seconds later, he pushed the white button with a frustrated expression on his face. The cheetah opened his mouth and pulled back a few inches.
"More... deeper..." Xander pleaded. He took a couple of breaths, then pushed the black button again.
Maynard started sliding further down until his lips almost reached his hand, and sped up a little, about 1-1/2 seconds for each stroke. The tanuki's face took on an intent expression as he concentrated on the pleasure emanating from his organ. But after a while he couldn't take any more and pushed the white button. Maynard stopped immediately.
Xander gasped in one breath, took another deep breath, and gasped out, "Faster... please...?" He took two more breaths, then pushed the black button again. The cheetah responded, going deeper and faster, each up-and-down stroke taking slightly less than a second.
"Wow!" Belena whispered, "That's gotta be frustrating."
"Yeah," Tuvvo said, "I'm sure glad you didn't do that to me."
The cat just smiled and licked his lips in memory.
The tanuki pushed the white button again in less than a minute. "Please faster, please..." he gasped out. He took one deep breath and pressed the black button again.
The cheetah went faster, his head almost a blur... but not quite enough to get the tanuki off. This went on for over a minute. The tanuki pushed the white button, took one quick breath and pushed the black button again.
Maynard watched Xander's face carefully as he sucked and licked the tanuki's cock. He saw a vagueness in the snuffee's gaze, a tendency of the eyes to wander. Now he matched his movements to his customer's needs, sliding up and down and flicking the frenum with every stroke. The tanuki went rigid in the chair, and the cheetah moved even faster, sucking and swallowing but never stopping the rapid movement that drew pulse after pulse of semen from his victim.
Then the tanuki slumped down in the chair, as much as the straps would let him. The neck strap was still tight, strangling him, but his eyes stared fixedly at the cheetah's head as it pleasured him.
"He's still conscious," the wolf whispered, "but he's not aware of anything but the pleasure in his cock and all over his body. I don't think he'll..."
The tanuki's gaze went vacant, his eyes staring straight forward at the glass but not focused on anything.
"You're right," Belena said quietly. "I think that's going to be the end for him."
The tanuki's head fell forward. The cheetah kept moving, but slower, making sure that whatever consciousness might remain felt that ultimate pleasure.
The three watchers sat and waited while Maynard slowed down, stopped, gave the tip one final lick, and sat up again. He reached up to feel the tanuki's neck pulse, shook his head and sat back. He checked again a few minutes later, nodded, and left the room.
"Show's over, guys," Rian said, "He was ready."
"Err... how can you be sure?" Tuvvo asked, "Looked to me like he was tricked into letting himself be strangled to death."
"I'm sure for two reasons. The first is that we have rules to make sure we don't snuff anyone who isn't ready. When somebody wants a multi-part snuff like Xander's, the decision to finish him off has to be approved by two snuff specialists -- the one who's going to do him, and an observer."
"So you were the observer, and both of you agreed that he was ready?" Belena asked.
"Yes. And believe me, Maynard knows when a client is ready. He's been working here for over ten, plus he's a switch."
"A switch? Really?" Belena asked.
"Sure. He's been saving his money. He really enjoys snuffing clients, but when he reaches mandatory retirement at 35 he'll have enough money to provide for his partner and put his cubs through college. Then he'll sign papers as a client. He's already got it all planned out."
"Wow!"
"Yeah. So he really knows, and he wouldn't snuff a client who isn't ready. And if he were mistaken -- or even just impatient -- I would stop him."
"And the other reason?" Belena asked.
"Ultimately, Xander had control over the whole experience. It was his decision. If he didn't want to get snuffed, he'd have hit the white button when he got desperate for air. Remember, he's been here twice before, he knows the ropes, as it were."
"But he _really_needed to get off. Even I could see that."
"Sure. But he could have used the white button to pause everything for a few seconds, then the black button for Maynard to resume sucking him. Maynard would eventually have to make him cum, or he'd lost his erection, and then gone away unhappy. And believe me, we don't want unhappy customers."
"But what..."
"Look. Either you trust me or you don't. If you trust me, take my word as an expert. If you don't trust me, you should either ask for a different snuffer, or cancel your contract and leave. You'd get almost all your money back."
The two friends looked at each other again. Both smiled. "We trust you."
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"Just a sec," Belena said.
Rian slowly let his hand fall back to his side.
"This could be our last time," the cat said, smiling.
"Yeah," Tuvvo said. "Screw trying to win. Let's just have as much fun as we can."
"Right."
Two voices said "We're ready." in perfect synchrony.
Rian raised his hand again, made a fist, waited two seconds, then pulled it down. The girly-bull and cat both started the same slow, deep stroking that they'd found so enjoyable before. They moved up and down together at first, but after about a minute each found a slightly different rhythm that felt best to him. As their excitement built, they started moving faster, and soon their collars had contracted to the point where they could not breathe at all.
Tuvvo felt it coming, just seconds away. He bounced up and down, ramming himself down on the dildo as hard as he could. Almost there. Almost... Almost... \ **YES* *! He came, his semen spurting up into the air almost to eye level.
Belena was still working toward that orgasm, moving up and down as fast as he could. The choking sensation, the burning in his lungs, was making him so_excited. He wanted to... he needed to. He noticed Tuvvo cumming with the small portion of his mind that wasn't concentrated inward. _Maybe I'll win again.
Tuvvo slowed down as his orgasm crested and slid slowly downward toward unbearable hypersensitivity. He noticed that Belena was still bouncing. I came first. Guess that means I'm losing this round. Don't mind much, it's sure to be fun whatever he picks.
Then he saw the cat's back arch and semen squirt out into the air and onto the floor several feet away. Belena managed to cum, too. Good for him! Got just a few seconds left...
Belena just couldn't stop, he kept bouncing even after the orgasm. He wasn't too surprised to notice the room going dark as he lost cons...
Tuvvo was surprised, though, when he saw Belena suddenly stop bouncing and slump down in the straps with his eyes half-closed. I win after all? Now... what should I ask for as my prize... His mind dwelt on various possibilities... another blow job, fucking Rian, getting fucked by Belena... While he was considering these possible pleasures, the room got dark, then everything turned white...
The wolf sat and stroked himself as two faces gradually turned from red to purple, then blue. He waited, rubbing slowly, until he saw both collars loosen automatically. He went over and checked neck pulses on both the cat and the bovine. There was none. His hand sped up, staring at the two dead, strangled bodies, and in a few seconds he came.
That was good. And I've got a couple of hours before my next client. I should be ready by then. He went to the intercom and called for disposal, then cleaned himself up and went to the employee break room for a glass of iced tea, then to the locker room to get fresh clothes.