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Saturday Night - by Foxokles

It was saturday night. Milo, the wolf, and his pal Primo, the tiger, were sitting at a table in the backroom of Vinnie's bar. Since he had climbed the ranks of Freddie Mancini's regime of the Monaldo family he spent a lot of his spare time at this room waiting for orders. Freddie hat forbidden him to drink alcohol, unless he would get the permission to do so. Drugs were completely out of the question. Sometimes he yearned for a puff of Mary-J, but then he quickly remembered that a serious mistake after taking drugs and alcohol almost had led to a violent death at Freddie's paws. Freddie hat left two hours ago to watch over the Don's son Anthony and his friend William. As every Saturday they went to in Club on Rijnsburg Island. Milo thought that this was slightly unfair; they were partying while he and Primo had to sit around in boredom the whole night. They had been playing cards for a while now and each of them had emptied at least five big glasses of Burpsi Cola. Milo had smoked half a pack of Rothstein Cigarettes too, since he worked for Freddie he had almost become a chain smoker. In the corner of the room the television was still on. But even that source of amusement came to an end now. A while ago the government forbade the television stations to broadcast for more than 16 hours a day in an attempt to have more control about what was aired by them. The face of the station's announcer appeared and on the screen. It was an aging red fox named F.W. Clark who had served for the station for almost twenty years now and was a well know face even to the young folks. He presented his trademark smile. "The time is just reaching half past one. Let's have a look at tomorrow's programmes." A series of images were shown on the television screen showing what the station would air the next day while Clark gave some information on the programmes. Primo looked at the television. "Have you ever noticed how that cheeky bastard smiles everytime he finishes the day?" Milo looked at the tiger. "Hmm, what?" Primo continued: "Look how his lips twitch from time to time. He only does that at night, not during the daytime." The fox had appeared back on the screen and Milo noticed that Primo was right. The fox was biting his lips for a split second. "I see ... But what are you implying?" "That there are one or two interns crouching under his desk who are licking and sucking his dick right now." Milo laughed. "Do you really believe this? This guy just screams morality and decency ..." "Don't tell me that someone like you considers getting his cock sucked to be immoral!" Milo laughed again, scrunched up a newspaper page that had been lying on the table and threw it at the tiger. Primo really was not the brightest star in the sky but what his incredible perception and his strength were unmatched. After the national anthem had played on the television a test card appeared on the television screen, followed by an annoying beeping noise. Primo stood up and turned of the set. Milo sighed. "Can't Freddie just call and give us a job or send us home?" And just as the last word of his question had left his muzzle the phone rang. Primo answered the call. "... Hello, Mr. Mancini ... Yes ... Okay ... Thank you." After he put the phone receiver back onto the phone he smiled at the wolf. "I guess we have some work to do." "Oh, what is it?", Milo asked. "Freddie told us to meet him at the Wilde Times Club in Rijnsburg." Milo was happy now, this sounded like fun to him.

A few minutes later they were on the on the road in Primo's old station wagon. They crossed the Naister river by driving over the East Borough Bridge. Below the bridge Milo could see the lights of the prison which many of the folks who had worked for the family had entered and never left. He shrugged off the idea that he could find his end there too and lay his eyes on the lights of the the skyscrapers that were the main attraction of Rijnsburg Island. After they had reached the Island they drove around for another ten minutes until they reached the club's parking lot at 61 Colombo Street. They climbed out of Primo's car and walked to the club's main entrance. There was a queue of folks who wanted gain entrance. The wolf and the tiger ignored the queue and walked straight up to the bouncers that kept the crowd under control. One of the bouncers, a big grizzly, let them into the club without asking. There were some complaints by the guys who stood in front of the queue, but the bear growled at them and they became quiet again. After they entered the club, Milo and Primo crossed the dance floor while looking for Freddie. They stumbled across Anthony Monaldo, the Don's youngest son. The raccoon was dancing but noticed the two. He danced over to them and greeted them. "Hey, if this aren't uncle Fred's favourite killers!" He was obviously very drunk. Milo said hello to him, Anthony hugged him and whispered something in his ear. The wolf gave a perplexed look. Then he felt the firm grip of a paw on his shoulder. He instantly knew whose paw this was. He turned over and greeted Freddie. The timber wolf smiled at him. "Sorry that I did not call earlier, it has been a busy night. And one of the young boys I have to watch won't behave tonight ..." He tried to reprimand Anthony by looking angrily at him, but the raccoon did not seem to notice as he continued to dance. Freddie made an annoyed Grunt. "Anyway, let's head for place where we can have a little talk. The timber wolf then led Milo and Primo to a secluded V.I.P. area with comfy couches. On one of the couches lay Freddie's other protegé, William Hawke. He was asleep and only wearing his briefs. They sat down on one of the couches. Freddie told them that it was okay for them to have a drink while they were talking and ordered each of them a gin tonic which was promptly served by one of the waiters.

"I guess you did not call us to share a drink with us?", Milo asked.

"Certainly not. I've got a little job for you two. But first let me introduce somebody to you."

Suddenly a huge figure emerged that had been hidden between the shadows, the flashing lights and the smoke of the club. It was a Rhino who was wearing a police uniform.

"Good Evening, Gentlemen.", said the Rhino was looking very dapper in his uniform. He was one of those guys who were seemingly born to wear an uniform.

"This is Jimmy Smith, an old friend of the Don.", Freddie introduced the Rhino.

"My name is James!", the Rhino insisted.

"I don't know if you ever heard about him. The less folks know about him the better. He used to be an actual Cop, weren't you, Jimmy?"

"Actually my name is James ... And yes, it is true. I used to be a policeman a long time ago. But the authorities were of the opinion that I was doing my job wrong ..."

Milo was interested. "What did you do wrong?" "I am of the opinion that someone who crosses a red light deserves a nice beating and not just a admonition ..."

"Umm ..."

"And once I caught some stinking ferret that threw a cigarette butt on the sidewalk. I kicked his ass, took his cigarettes, lit them and put them out on his body. Can't recall what was worse, the smell of the cigs or the smell of his burned fur ..."

"Oh ..."

"Or when I smashed this cheetah's face against the windshield of his car until it broke. That's what you get for parking in second row ..."

"Well ..."

"Or that poor fuck that I caught peeing in public ..."

"I guess that's enough, Jimmy!", Freddie butted in. "Well, it had its reasons that Jimmy had to quit the police service. But he kept his uniform which comes in handy sometimes. He's on the payroll of the Don and sometimes he acts as policeman for the family."

"And tonight the Don ordered me to dress up in my uniform and arrest some folks in a diner in southern Rijnsburg. All members of the Cancio family. And they weren't of the lower ranks, I tell you." Jimmy seemed rather proud of himself. "But as soon as they see a police uniform they are scared like little cubs."

"But how did you get them arrested?", Milo asked.

"Oh, luckily we had an old police transporter at hand. I entered the diner and declared it a razzia. Of course we 'found' a big package of cocaine in the kitchen of the diner. So we arrested everyone who was present at that time. Took them a while to realize that we weren't real police officers." Jimmy laughed.

Freddie joined in. "We checked everybody, handed a few hundred bucks to the normal patrons and let them run free. But now we have two caporegimes, three soldiers and the chef of the diner sitting in the cellar of this very club. We could cope with them by ourselves, but I don't want to get dirt on my paws. And that's where you come into play. You don't have to get any information out of them. Just have your fun and see that they are dead by dawn. "

"But what about the Chef? Should he be really involved with that?", Milo asked.

"Jimmy, what do you think?"

"My name is James! I don't know, just decide by yourselves!" Fifteen minutes later Milo and Primo were standing in front of the "arrested" guys. Jimmy and the others had been kind and had them already stripped of their clothes and had their paws tied together. They were sitting in a big room in the cellar that was used for storage in earlier days. But now there was what seemed to be a gallow in the middle of the room. Stools were placed under it and nooses were tied to it. "What the ...", Milo wanted to express his perplexion. "Ah, you've never been here. This room is used by the family when it's time for a mass execution - be it enemies or fallen friends. And today it's one of those days." Milo's tail was wagging. "You're right. But we don't have to hang them all." Now the wolf inspected his victims to be. They were kneeling in a row in front of him. From left to right he saw two german shepherds who looked very much alike. Next to them kneeled a young, scared looking, corsac fox who was accompanied by a snow leopard. The last in line was a zebra who was looking rather angry at Milo and Primo.

"Okay, who of you bastards is the chef? I'll probably let you run free if you behave!", Milo yelled. The snow leopard and the corsac fox both raised their heads. "So both of you are the chef? They told me there was only one chef. So one of you must be lying! Primo! Let's find out who wants to cheat us!" The tiger had already equipped himself with a chainsaw which he turned on now. The chainsaw made a loud buzzing noise which made every arrestee shiver. The tiger then held the chainsaw's blade right next to the corsac fox' neck. It was so close that it ripped out hairs from his fur. The fox was was breathing heavily. Suddenly Milo pointed his finger at the snow leopard. Without hesitation the Tiger swung the chainsaw and chopped off the snow leopard's head. He did not even have much time to scream. The corsac fox and the zebra were splattered with some of the leopard's blood but he he quickly fell over onto his back, were his body kept twitching for a while while the blood gushed out of his throat. The tiger then kicked the head away. Milo looked at the corsac fox. "So you must be the chef. That kitty looked all to happy when you were threatened with the saw." The fox gulped. "Untie him, he'll probably run free." Primo untied the ropes that were bonding the fox, but kept a firm grip on him. "And now I want an honest answer: Which two of you fucks are the two capos?" The older looking of the two shepherds and the zebra both mumbled a "Me ..." Milo looked at the two shepherds. "Are you related somehow?" The older shepherd answered: "He's my brother ..." The wolf smiled. "This is going to be fun." He commanded the two shepherds to stand up. They hesitated at first but after Milo kicked the younger one in the belly they both quickly obliged. He grabbed them at their necks and pulled them to the gallow. Then he asked Primo to bring the corsac fox. Primo pulled the fox to the gallow and Milo first pointed at the younger shepherd and then on the first stool that was standing beneath the gallow. The younger shepherd was very frightened and looked at his brother. "Your brother won't be able to help you now.", Milo said. The shepherd climbed onto the stool, Primo let go of the corsac fox who was frozen in fear. The tiger was tall enough to reach the noose that was hanging from the gallow and laid it around the shepherds neck before he tightened it. Milo then stood behind the older shepherd and held him by his arms so he could not move. Milo turned his interest to the fox: "Now it's your job to get this dog in the right mood for his death." The corsac fox did not understand at first but Primo pushed him so that his muzzle touched the dog's sheath. Now he knew what was expected of him. He began to lick the shepherd's balls and sheath. He showed some talent doing this, it did not take long for the dog to produce moaning noises and to show the full glory of his canine cock to the others. His older brother tried to look away from this, but the wolf made sure that he was looking at his brother's ordeal. "Very well done.", Milo said, "And now you have the honor to kick the stool." The fox was frightened again. Did he really want that from him? But it was his only chance to survive the night. So he closed his eyes, bit on his lips and kicked his leg against the stool which flew a few meters away. The young shepherd fell down and was now dangling from the gallow. The fox opened his eyes again and looked at the dog's older brother whose look was full of terror. The young shepherd was struggling for air, he did not even wait until he had run out of air. He was fighting for his life, a fight he was going to lose. It was after 30 seconds that he gave in to that fact. He was hanging from the gallow, his legs were still kicking and his cock was twitching. "Primo, will you help that poor dog out?". Milo winked and the tiger stepped towards the hanging dog. He took the shepherd's cock into his paw and jerked him off. The dog made some gargling and moaning noises again before he released his final load. Primo made sure that the dog spilled his seed all over the fur and face of his older brother. It was a watery load, but it was a lot of cum that he doused his poor brother in. Then his body went limp.

His older brother was shivering, but he had grown an erection. But so did Milo and Primo too, as well as the fox. Only the zebra that was still kneeling in front of the room was undeterred. A tear ran down the older shepherd's face. "My dear brother ... Please let me be with him." "Oh, you will be with him. And our little foxtoy here will make sure that you give your brother some of that cum back." Milo let go of the older dog who climbed onto the stool next to his dead brother. Primo also tightened a noose around his neck. The dog's eyes were looking at his dead brother. Pre was running from the tip of his dick. "Well, fox ...". The corsac fox was pleased with what he had done and swiftly kicked the stool under the older dog. He looked at the dangling old dog for half a minute before he voluntarily started to masturbate him. The older shepherd remained much calmer than his younger brother. He only began struggling after a minute had passed. But he moaned all the time, and Primo thought that the dog uttered a very muffled "Don't stop". He finished with a very loud and intense moan. The fox wanted to please his captors by pointing the shepherd's dick at the body of the younger dog to make sure that he would spill his seed over his brother. His load was far more thicker than his brother's load. It stuck to the younger dog's fur very nicely.

"Now, let him go. I think he's dead. Primo will you get that zebra?" The tiger ordered the zebra to stand up, but he did not listen to him but growled at him instead. Primo slapped the zebra's face, then he obliged. He pulled the zebra over to the gallow. "Looks like we have an especially tough guy here." The zebra spat on the floor. "You are going to die for this!", he yelled. "Maybe, but you won't survive to see this, horsie", the wolf mocked him. "But since you are a very special guy you will receive a special treatment." Milo walked towards a stack of boxes in the corner of the room and looked if he was able to find some special tools. Indeed he quickly found some black plastic bags and a roll of duct tape. This made him remember a special night he had spent working with Primo. He grinned. He walked back towards the group with the duct tape in one paw and the plastic bag in the other. The tiger smiled to. Milo threw the roll of tape to Primo. Then he swiftly put the plastic bag over the zebra's head. The tiger then quickly wrapped the duct tape around the plastic bag and the zebra's neck. Then they waited what happened. First the zebra was standing around, trying to hold his breath. But this did not work out well for long. After he came to the conclusion that he won't be able to hold his breath forever he began to panic. Suddenly he started to run around the room, like a chicken whose head had been cut off. Primo had to laugh when he hit the body of the older dog with his head. He then turned into the other direction where he slipped on the blood that had been spilled by the snow leopard earlier. With a thumping noise he fell down to the floor. Unlike the two dogs he did not end his life with a nice orgasm. Instead he lay twitching on the floor, with urine spilling out of his cock. At least he got an erection out of it, Milo thought.

The fox was very aroused now. Still he tried to stay as quiet as possible, he really hoped that the wolf and the tiger would let him go. "What are we going to to do with that fox thing, Milo?" Milo looked at the fox. "Hmm, we promised him that he is allowed to live if he would behave nicely ..." The little fox wagged his tail. "But look how aroused he is, he really seemed to enjoy this". The little fox' tail stopped wagging. "There's something I have not done in a while ... Just hold him tight, Primo!" The tiger again gripped the fox firmly. The wolf picked up the duct tape from the ground and wrapped it around the corsac fox' legs. The fox tried to escape, but Primo kept him at bay with ease. Milo slowly covered the fox' entire body, including his arms, in layers of the black tape. He did not cover the fox' balls and penis, he wanted that these parts of him stayed visible until the end. He then also covered the corsac fox' head with duct tape, but made sure that he was still able to breathe even if it took some effort. The fox could not move anymore and was lifted up by the tiger to stand on the third stool beneath the gallow. The fox felt the noose that was laid around the layers of duct tape and how the tiger had problems to tighten it properly. Now he had real problems to take a breath. Still he was incredibly aroused by what had happened that night. Then the stool was pulled from under his legs.

Milo and Primo watched the corsac fox hang from the gallow. Milo had done a great job, the fox did barely move, only his cock was twitching. "Do you think he will cum?", Primo asked. "Yes, he will. This turned him on too much." And just as he finished his sentence the fox orgasmed, spilling most of his cum over the duct tape that was covering his body. They heard some muffled noise from under the tape. Then the fox went silent.

The wolf and the tiger decided to clean up the mess they had made the following night. Then they went up to tell Freddie that they had finished their job. The timber wolf and the Rhino were still sitting in the VIP-area of the club. Anthony had fallen asleep on one of the couches now too. They had a final drink with Freddie and Jimmy.

"Say, Milo, I noticed that Anthony whispered something to you. What did he say?", Freddie asked.

Milo bent towards Freddie's head and whispered into his ear: "He told me that he was looking forward to get hanged some day.