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Keven had never smelled chloroform in his life, and honestly had never expected too. And so was shocked by how much more sour it was than he'd imagined. In the movies, it was always talked of as being a sickly sweet odor. But like a lot of things in the movies, that had very little connection to cold stark reality. 'Jesus his head hurt.' The sleek handsome antelope opened his eyes, and looking around squinting. His head was throbbed painfully in time to his pulsing heart, feeling like it was swelling and contracting with each beat. The room was big, airy and dark, he starred up at the ceiling... No wait it was the floor, he was hanging upside down. The old concrete floor was stained brown and littered with dead dry leaves. Keven looked down at his own body and whimpered, although it made his head hurt. He couldn't keep himself from hyperventilating, as he saw his legs pulled out wide to either side. The only light in the room, came from a hole in the unseen ceiling high above his back. That light was pale moonlight, and it was shining in one thick beam down into his gray-fuzzed scrotum. Which seemed to gleam silvery in that oddly powerful half light.

His eyes were bleary and nearly crossed, but his foggy head was swiftly clearing. But only at the expense of the pain, of having to reconnect the parts of his brains together. 'What the fuck was all of this?' The Antelope wondered as he tried to piece together the events that had lead up to all of this. But could really remember very little... he'd been at a party with some booster provided tail. Vaguely he because aware of the fact that there was something on his nuts. Or more specifically something was attached to each of them... some sort of metal. 'Had he gotten drunk and gotten genital piercings?' 'No... it was hooks... giant deep sea fish hooks?' "Ohooo gods ohooo gods." Keven panted wildly in panic whimpering and panting in fear he clenched his eye's closed. There were fishing hooks sticking out of his balls... it couldn't be real. He whimpered... slowly opening his eyes once again he studied them, both the main part the stem, and the little barbed hook at the end. They'd gone in one side and came out the other just like they'd do on an fishing worm. It was sooooo unreal... the Antelope starred stunned at them. When his eye's picked of the silvery glitter of something coming off the fish hooks eye. 'What the Fuck?' 'Fishing line?'

Light suddenly flared filling the old green house with harsh glaring white light, and Keven squealed in agony. He couldn't cover his eyes, so he just clamped them tightly shut and pointed his muzzle at the floor. Feeling the blood still rushing to his head and the sensation coming back to his suspended body. He could vaguely feel the hooks now, the solid metal curlicues jutting through his nut meat. 'Who was there?' With his eye's still tightly clenched, the Antelope tried to pretend he was still unconscious. Even as his ears acutely twisted towards the sound of boot steps coming closer and closer. It was about then he realized there were more fishing hooks in him... Lots more he felt both of his nipples get pulled hard, as someone yanked on the heavy nylon lines coming out of them.

"FUCK!!!" He screamed then thrashing around without thinking, which was a very big idea indeed. Each thrash pulled at a line attached to him, which counter-pulled at another line attached to him somewhere else. He felt his ears yanked, the root of his tail dug into, his balls tugged, the end of his dick half pulled from it's sheath. The pain of it made him flail even more, and it got worse. He learned to be still, it took a supreme effort of will on his part... Sweating heavily, chest heaving as he panted for breath, as blood trickled from his various pierced body parts.

The big jock was upside down and skewered like a pin cushion, and he could tell that behind him some one was watching. He could feel them, hear their amusement... smell their arousal. It was a dog of some sort... he could tell that musky male canine odor. Keven craned his head back over one shoulder, but saw only a single tall black riding boot. One boot... the other pressed against the small of his back, pushing him forward as he dangled. Until his legs and arms were completely stretched out painfully behind him. He felt his big ball sack grasped in one paw, and savagely pulled back between his thighs. The tension made the hooks slide around inside of them, it was a sickening sensation. And he felt his stomach threatening to empty itself up his gulping throat. At least it would come out easily with his body being positioned as it was.

His big nuts were pulled back even further, and ground in between his firm muscular ass cheeks. And he peeked down his chest to his fat sheath, his cock was hanging loosely with a fishhook like a prince Albert through it's tip. And then that thick red flesh is grasped firmly, and he can feel slick latex-gloved clad fingers stroking his half hard meat. Even as his fat full nuts are yanked back, ground and twisted between his legs. Keven snarled at this unseen fur touching his most private parts sooooo intimately, but was helpless to do anything about it. It was not something the big jock stud was use to... normally he was the sexual aggressor. But then normally he was with a female, a hard squeeze on his balls reminded him forcefully that he was not the aggressor here.

The squeeze pushed those hooks against the innards of his nuts hard, and he vomited instantly. Runny foul smelling bile and slimy beer-soaked fluids poured form his mouth. "Ohoooo gods please..." He begged in between gagging and choking, as that one paw kept stroking him. While the other abused his trapped male jewels again and again, until he got the message and didn't protest again after that. Instead just whimpering softly, ears folding back as he was masturbated slowly. It felt good... he was forced to admit even as he felt violated and defiled at the same time. He couldn't understand how it could feel so good, but at the same time feel soooo very wrong. His cock was getting harder and harder as that latex claw paw molested him over and over again. The Antelope tried to distract himself without upsetting his captor, looking around the room wildly. Clearly it was a green house and gardeners shed... there were gardening tools hanging from a rack on the far wall. But just as clearly the place had been used for something much different for sometime now. Heavy fishing reels, pulleys, and thick fishing lines connected to his body twisted and pulled it out between them. His thighs pulled away from each other, as his erection was squeezed around the head. The slick latex was slimy, wet with his own pre-cum he realized, as thick fingers ground against the sensitive cock head.

His eyes wandered up to the section of gardening tools... rake, hoe, spade, one of those three pronged thingies. There was something missing from it though... something with two handles. Keven tried to focus on that, tried to distract himself from the molestation. The Rape his body was being put through, trying not to focus on being trapped, alone, bewildered and helpless in this garden shed... While some unknown fur had total sexual control of his big powerful... but helpless body.

And it worked... unfortunately for the big Antelope, for he was completely unprepared for what happened next. The feeling of cold metal pinching against the stretched out neck of his potent jewel sac. He had felt the hand on his cock speeding up, had felt himself getting closer. And so was studying the wall rack with it's tools all the harder. Suddenly realizing that what was missing was the pruning shears... about five seconds before those metal blades slipped between his thighs. And in a single smooth stroke stole his scrotum and it's precious contents from him. With appalling ease... the soft grunt and deep breath from his captor was from sexual excitement more than effort.

"IIEIEIEIEIEEEEE!" He yowled looking down, even as his hard cock jerked splattering his muzzle with the last seed he'd ever product. Unable to ignore the feelings now, and it all crashed into him at once. Pleasure and pain alike, a sickeningly sweet mixture that had gotten him off in an instant. As those huge scissor like like shears had crimped and cut through the soft flesh of his male hood. Cutting and peeling through it to sever his proud nuts. The dog behind him laughed a peculiar yelping-yipping laugh, and through the nuts towards the rack. Keven winced as they soared through the air... but the hooks and fishing line in them, caused them to swerve in mid course... swinging back towards him. They thudded heavily into his lower belly, almost like a punch. And Keven peered at them in horror, as they bobbed and dangled in front of him... The big Antelope jock swiveled his head around again trying to see his gelder's muzzle. And caught a glimpse of teats instead... 'His gelder was a bitch!' The Bitch behind him wasn't finished, and continued to snip.

This time it was his fat Cervine cock that felted those cold steel blade close around his throbbing base. "Noooooo please don't..." Keven begged weakly as his mighty cock got sheared free, pruned like a dead branch from a tree. The female gave a longer cry of pleasure, and the Antelope could smell her fliuds. With both 'tethers' loose, the whole mass of flesh slid down his body to slap him in the muzzle. He opened his mouth to scream, but a big glove clad paw shoved that still hard cock into his mouth. Keven reacted with out thinking and bit down on it hard, actually shearing his own cock head off. His horror doubled as he realized what he'd just done, mercifully he blacked out then...

***

He became vaguely aware of distant voices, but was still to weak and drugged to come fully awake. A deep urbane voice was speaking excitedly. "I must admit... when we first meet I had my doubts about your ability to... procure my desire." That deep resounding voice was somehow familiar to Keven...

"However you have delivered exactly what you promised... and at the proscribed hour." "We will be in my fathers kingdom by morning... and he will be my Eunuch lover forever." "Here is your payment... three hundred thousand in untraceable barer bonds."

"Thank you prince Faloosul..." That soft feminine voice purred... clearly pleased. "It was a pleasure." 'Kandy!' That piece of football booster provided tail... his date at the party. Keven's head mind spun and not from the drugs, had he heard right. That odd overly friendly foreign student Faloosul... from some little mid eastern oil kingdom... Had payed his cute canine sports whore to... to... and she had gotten off on it! "Eunuch lover..." She laughed. "He's gonna hate that."

"Oh I think you'd be surprised..." The tall lean black Lion purred, clearly amused and excited. "After he realizes the gravity of his situation... and the reality of his future..." "He'll be more than happy to live the life I offer... they always are."

"How sweet..." Kandy smirked. "Anyway be sure to tell your friends about my... procurement services."

"Oho rest assured I shall... and I think your going to be quite busy in the future."

FIN