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Mongrel sipped his iced tea, the hog watching the sunset over the pasture. His porch rocker creaked as he coasted it back and forth. The heat of the summer day was giving way to the cool of evening. Crickets chirped in the long grass, and in the bordering trees in the distance cicadas trilled their shrill songs. The red-haired hogboar savored the tiredness in his limbs after the long day's work, the familiar ache of tired trotters and sore back. Trophies of a job well done.

The porcine leaned his rocker back and thumped his feet up onto the wooden crate he used as an ottoman. His muddy boots sat by the door, unlaced and still warm from the hog's trotters. Mongrel's jeans were just as filthy, stained with earth and manure. His wifebeater was yellowed with sweat and ripped just under his ribs by an errant barn-nail. Bits of straw and hay clung to his flannel shirt, awns prickly in the lining. It had been a very long day.

Mongrel snorted a sigh, sipping his tea again. He was tired, but he was used to that. A rancher's life was no easy one. Even with his farmhands to help share the work, the hog ended every day tired, sweaty, more-often-than-not bloodied and bruised. Barn had to be scraped, cows milked, hay baled, garden tended, and a neverending myriad of tasks and chores that needed doing. It was a hard life, but Mongrel liked it that way.

To the hog's left, the screen door to his back porch creaked open and banged shut. Mongrel looked up as Hugh Grim, his right hand man, stepped out. Grim was a huge man, tall but beefy and broad shouldered. People often joked about his name, because Grim was definitely 'Huge and Grim'. A man of few words, Grim had worked for Mongrel for at least a decade, and known the hog longer. Mongrel watched his partner cross the porch in the gathering twilight. Grim was ox-necked and muscular, his weight making the deck board creak under the thump of his boots. His hair was cut short and tight, a military-esque patch of gray between his small ears. Grim's barrel chest stretched his t-shirt taut across his pecs, the flattish, wide expanse of his muscle gut spread out beneath. He was long-bodied, his legs short and thick like barn posts. He carried two things in his hands, a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Mongrel grinned around his tusks as he saw that.

"Well now, the sun just went down. I's about to come get me some o' that myself." the hog drawled, chuckling. "I love me my sweet tea, but it don't cut close enough after a day like today."

"I figured," Grim answered, his voice gravelly and deep. He set the glasses on the porch railing and cracked the lid off of the whiskey bottle. Mongrel watched him pour, the amber liquid catching the last red rays of sunlight and glowing like liquid flame. The honey badger set the bottle aside and picked up one of the glasses, giving it a sip. The hog leaned up, picking up the second glass. He sniffed it appreciatively, before pausing to light a cigarette from a battered pack in the breast pocket of his shirt. Mongrel took a drag, blowing a cloud of pungent smoke, before he sipped his whiskey. "Ahhhh, that's goddamn great," he sighed, leaning back into his rocker once more.

"Those things are gonna kill you one day," Grim commented, not for the first time, on the cigarette hanging off Mongrel's lip. The hog smirked, his brass nose-ring glinting in the fading light.

"So ya keep tellin' me, but I'm invincible, Grim. These here smokes ain't gonna kill me, nobody, and no-thing kills me." the hog boasted facetiously. Grim rolled his brown eyes toward the covered roof of the deck.

"Yeah, I've heard that before," he grunted, sipping his own whiskey again. The sun had gone down by then, and the erratic twinkle of lightning bugs had started to flicker above the grass and in the distant border trees. The insects continued to sing, cicadas shrill, crickets staccato. It was warm and muggy, a picturesque summer night. The two grew quiet, Mongrel smoking and sipping, Grim leaning on the porch railing and looking out over the pasture. Eventually, Mongrel grunted and stood up.

"Gotta take a leak," he murmured as he passed Grim. The hogboar stood at the top of the porch steps and reached down to unzip his jeans. Grim watched the hog produce his fat prick, the heavy cudgel flopping out into the warm night air. A second later, there was a yellow stream launching out into the grass at the bottom of the stairs. Mongrel continued to smoke, holding his cock with one hand as he drained his bladder. The hog snorted softly as Grim stepped up next to him. The honey badger silently dropped his own fly, hauling out an equally fat member. He reached across, taking Mongrel's pissing dick in his hand and holding it for him, as Grim held his own with the opposite hand. A second stream of wastewater arced out alongside the first, the two pissing together into the muggy night.

Mongrel grinned, the hog blowing a cloud of smoke smugly. "Hehe, ain'tcha just a sweetheart?" he teased the honey badger. Grim prickled Mongrel's fat, fleshy prick with blunt claws in reply. The hog snorted, punching the honey badger's shoulder. "Asshole." he laughed.

After several long moments, both the honey badger and the hog were done draining their bladders. Grim shook them both dry, but he made no motion to put their cocks away in their pants. His large hand squeezed along their shafts coaxingly. Mongrel smirked at him. "Had more on yer mind than just a good piss, huh?"

"Do you ever shut up?" Grim growled, as he turned and knelt down in front of the boar and began nuzzling at his fat, heavy prick.

"Mmm...I gotta talk enough fer both of us, don't I? I don't exactly hear ya bein' chatty Cathy down there." Mongrel quipped, the hog watching the honey badger rub his nose and chin against his cock. Grim rolled his eyes, and dragged his thick, blunt fangs over the head of Mongrel's cock. The hog jerked, his sensitive, uncircumcised head sending shocks of uncomfortable stimulus up his spine. "Hey, y'aint gotta be so--oooooh fuuuucck...." the hog started and dwindled off as the honey badger slurped his cock into his muzzle and began bobbing along it. Mongrel's head drifted back, the hog's hands gripping the sides of Grim's head. He started to thrust, his cock hardening inside the honey badger's muzzle. He could feel Grim's tongue scouring his meat, scraping away the sweat and grime of the day's work.

Mongrel was just pulling off his shirt to get really into the sex when the sudden pounding of someone at the door ran through the house behind him. The hog snorted, scowling. "Who in the sam hell is that?"

Grim, who had just fished Mongrel's fat, porcine mangoes out of his pants, grunted, "Dunno, fuck 'em," and continued to bathe the boar's sweaty balls with his tongue.

"Normally, I'd agree," Mongrel said, gently, but forcefully pushing Grim off of his balls. "This late in the day, though, might be the Don."

Grim growled angrily. "God fucking dammit, we just dealt with someone yesterday. How many fuckers is this guy wanting us to put down?"

"As many as he wants," Mongrel answered as he tucked his wet hardon back into his jeans and zipped up. "C'mon, ya know we have fun wit' it, Grim."

"Yeah, yeah," the honey badger agreed begrudgingly. His fat, black prick bounced as he stood up, stiffly hanging from his fly. "Ain't like I wasn't in the mood." he added, tucking up.

"Then let's go skin us a stooge," Mongrel chuckled, grinning darkly.

Mongrel and Grim crossed through the house, through the kitchen and the living room up to the front door. Someone was banging on it again by the time they reached it. The hog pulled the door open with a grunt, revealing two of the Don's bouncers, as Mongrel had expected. He recognized them as Nick and Tony, two of the bouncers down at the Roadrunner. The Roadrunner was the Don's personal poker pit, a place for his boys and their friends to rook wealthy 'VIP's out of their money. Being invite-only made it seem especially exclusive.

Nick and Tony had a very unhappy looking fox supported between them. The vulpine looked young, but it was hard to tell exactly how young because his face was bruised, bloodied and a little swollen. His clothing, once nicely tailored, was disheveled and torn. Mongrel sucked his teeth. "Ooh, lemme guess, tried to break into the poker game without an invite?"

Tony, a large brown bear, grunted and nodded. "Yup." The two bouncers dragged the fox into Mongrel's living room and dumped him on the floor.

"Don wants him punished, made an example of," Nick, a lion with his mane in a buzzcut, said.

"I'd say you boys already did some of that work for us," Grim commented, looking down at the groaning fox.

The bear smirked. "Yeah well, he's a squirmer."

"Looks like he did a lot more than squirm," Mongrel added, sarcastically.

"And he better do more than that with you two, since that's what the Don pays you for." Nick said, as he and Tony headed for the door. "We'll be back to pick the kid up in an hour. Make sure the appropriate folks get to see him after his punishment."

"You can pick up the videotape in the morning," Mongrel countered. "We're gonna need more than an hour, since you boys interrupted us so late. Me'n Grim got some steam to blow off."

"Don didn't want him killed, he's just a kid who stuck his nose where it wasn't wanted," Nick replied, folding his arms.

"Ain't say we was gonna kill 'im," Mongrel snorted, shaking his head. He nodded toward the door. "Skeedaddle, boyos. Let us disposers do our jobs."

"Ugh, fine, just make sure you do it right," Nick relented, and he and Tony made for the door.

When the bouncers were gone, Mongrel knelt down beside the groaning fox and pushed him over onto his back. He snapped his fingers in front of the vulpine's face. "Ya in there, kid? Got any lights left?" he asked. The fox flinched and blinked. Mongrel smirked. "Yep, yer still there. Good."

The hog bent and picked the fox up, slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "C'mon, Grim. Let's get this show on the road. Off to the cellar."

The honey badger nodded, following behind.

The fox was only barely conscious for that trip down to the cellar. When he really started to be able to conceive of his surroundings, what he saw dropped ice into his belly. Cinderblock walls with no windows surrounded him. They were lined with shelves, racks, toolboxes, and crates full of tools, blades, weapons, sex toys, leather gear and countless other terrifying objects. The fox was tied with his paws above his head to a beam in the ceiling, stretched out and naked with his feet resting inside of a steel basin.

"Theeeere 'e is! Hey there, cutie, yer finally awake!" Mongrel said, looking up from where he was sharpening a knife at a nearby table. Grim, who was busy setting up a camera in the corner, looked up as well.

"Wh-where am I?" the fox whimpered, looking around as best he could. His shoulders were already aching from his stretched out position on his tiptoes.

"Yer in the cellar, little fox. Don didn't like you snoopin' 'round 'is place," Mongrel explained, testing the edge of his knife with the pad of his thumb. He sucked on a cigarette as he did, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.

"I-I wasn't snooping. The...the guy said the pass was real...I swear!" the fox pleaded, his blue eyes wide with fear, though one of them was almost swollen shut from the previous beatings.

"Well bless yer heart, lemme just untie ya and we'll go get this whole mess straightened out," Mongrel drawled, the sarcasm dripping from his tusks, thick as molasses. "Sorry kid, it don't matter none to me whether or not ya actually did what the Don says ya did. He says he wanted ya punished, and that's what I'm here fer. To do the punishin'."

Mongrel watched the fear in the young fox's eyes burgeon. The vulpine was cute, his fur a soft blonde color where most foxes were reddish, with white markings instead of black. His fuzzy nuts were tight with fear, clinging to the belly of his sheath like pups to their momma. Grim walked past Mongrel, the burly honey badger pulling off his shirt as he did.

"What's your name, boy?" he asked the fox, gripping him by his chin and forcing the fox to look up into his face.

"M-Malloy...s-sir..." the fox whimpered, trembling. Grim smiled. "Good. At least you aren't stupid enough to be defiant. Well, Malloy, don't worry. We aren't going to kill you. My partner and I, we're going to punish you, but, I have a hunch that once we're done with that, you're going to be a very happy fox."

"Done," Mongrel grunted, straightening up from where he had knelt beside the fox. He had a needle in his hand. While Grim had been talking, the hog had clandestinely jabbed the fox in the thigh with it.

"See, didn't even hurt, did it? We just dropped a nice cocktail in you, boy. Viagra, some aphrodisiacs, some painkillers," Grim explained, as the fox trembled in his grip. "You'll be glad for that last one, trust me."

"You want to cut him any?" Mongrel asked grim, pulling his own shirt off over his head.

"Nah, you do that this time. I want to break in his ass." Grim answered, as he unbuckled his jeans and shucked them south. The honey badger's half-stiff cock bounced free, his large, hairy nuts swaying under his thigh as he stepped out of his pants. Badger musk filled the room, thick and pungent. "After getting interrupted earlier, my nuts are aching."

"Hey, m'pecker was in yer mouth, how d'ya think my cods feel?" Mongrel joked, as he too stripped naked. As the hog freed his weighty tackle, his musk joined the badger's in the room.

The raw scent of the two other males filled Malloy's sensitive nose, and the fox, despite the fear, felt warm arousal kindle in his belly. It must have been the drug cocktail he had been injected with, but he couldn't stop staring at the two males before him, their swaying cocks, and heavy balls. He felt blood rush into his sheath, as his pink prick started to swell and climb from within it.

"Wh-what do you mean...? Cut him?" the fox asked, looking from Mongrel to Grim and back again. He was shaking, but his cock was well on its way to full mast between his long legs. The naked hog stepped up to him, one large hand reaching down to cup and squeeze the fox's fuzzy nuts.

"I toldja, kid, we're gonna punish ya. I'm gonna cut yer junk off," Mongrel explained with a lewd wink and a grin. He jostled Malloy's balls roughly, enough to make the fox yelp as the familiar male pain climbed up his guts. "Better remember what that felt like, kiddo. Yer gonna miss it."

Malloy visibly gulped, but his prick swiftly bounced to full erection. Mongrel chuckled, giving the stiff vulpine dick a flick with one finger. "I ain't never seen the cocktail work that fast! Have you, Grim?"

"He wants it," the honey badger commented offhandedly as he squirted lube onto his cock and stroked it over his length. The honey badger was longer than Mongrel, but the boar was much thicker. Neither male was small, their size just lay in different arenas. He stepped up behind Malloy and spread the fox's rump, grinding his thick, dark prick over the fox's hole between his cheeks. Malloy shivered and groaned.

"I think yer right, Grim, ol' buddy," Mongrel chuckled as he pulled up his stool and sat down in front of Malloy. He produced a bander, already loaded with a small, orange rubber ring. "I think it's time we got these cute little nuts off."

Malloy whimpered as the hog started to work his balls down into his sac, stretching them away from his hardon. The hog, with practiced fingers, worked those vulpine balls through the stretched band, popping them one by one into the tight rubber ring. He snapped the band off the tool, quickly noosing the fox's nuts in a strangling loop. Malloy jerked and yelped as the band constricted his cords, cutting off bloodflow. Grim used that moment of distraction to pop the head of his cock through Malloy's ring, his broad badger bone starting to work its way up the fox's ass. Malloy squirmed, the fox's toes scrabbling on the metal basin's bottom as he tried to keep a purchase on the smooth metal. His cock throbbed as the honey badger's wide cock stretched his hole. Then he felt fingers grasp his dick, and something pass over his tip. Malloy looked down in time to see Mongrel snapping another band around the base of his cock, behind his knot.

"W-Wait! Y-you're taking...taking all of it?" Malloy panted, whining as the honey badger fucked him and made his body sway from the beam his wrists were tied to. He could feel the heavyset mustelid's hairy balls smacking the back of his thighs with every thrust.

"Sure am, kiddo," Mongrel answered, playfully dragging the blade of the knife he had been sharpening up Malloy's now-strangling dick. The fox whimpered, his prick flexing at the touch of sharp, cold steel on his hot, tender flesh. "The only dicks you need to worry about are ours," he teased, jostling his girthy rod at the fox.

Mongrel picked up his knife once more and he took hold of Malloy's nuts, squeezing them hard. The fox flinched, expecting that familiar pain, but he barely felt any. His cods were numb from the band. The hog tugged Malloy's balls out taut, away from his groin and put the knife at their neck. The fox stared down between his legs, at that blade at his balls, about to castrate him.

"Hey," Mongrel grunted, "look me in the eyes while I cutcher balls off, boy," the hog demanded. Malloy swallowed hard, looking up from his rapidly-purpling cock and his threatened balls to meet eyes with the boar. Mongrel held the fox's gaze, as his hands started to saw Malloy's nuts off. The fox trembled, only able to feel the pressure and the discomfort of the blade slicing through his sac, and only able to see it happening through his peripheral vision. His eyes were locked on Mongrel's, the boar staring him down as his skilled, practiced rancher's hands sliced the fox's cords one by one. Malloy only looked away from Mongrel's eyes when the hog held up his severed scrotum, his nuts twitching inside the furry pouch. Malloy whimpered, seeing his nuts dangling from the hog's big hairy hand instead of under his cock. Only a few drops of blood had spattered his feet in the bottom of the basin.

"Goddamn that was hot," Grim growled, his bristly muzzle near Malloy's ear. He had watched the fox lose his balls over Malloy's shoulder, while he fucked him. Still, he pumped his prick in and out of the fox, the castrated vulpine's hole clenching around his intruding shaft.

"Ya got a fan, boy," Mongrel chuckled, as he sat the fox's severed scrotum aside on a nearby table. "Ain't surprised. Ya already made such cute faces while I was cuttin' yer nuts. Ya ready to lose this dick too?" the hog teased, flicking the tip of Malloy's cock. It was cool to the touch, and almost purple by then. The fox's cock was quite strangled, mostly numb, and yet still flexing as though it were excited by the loss of its balls.

The fox shook his head, but the hog just laughed. He could tell the vulpine was getting close to an orgasm himself, his partner's cock pounding Malloy's prostate to mush with every thrust. "Heh poor little fox wants to cum, huh?" the hog teased, as he pushed Malloy's sheath back away from the root of his cock with two fingers. He brought the knife to bear, pressing it to one side of Malloy's cock, while his thumb squeezed at the other, like he was going to slice a carrot. He gave the root of Malloy's cock a playful half squeeze, pinching it against the blade just above the band.

"Oh please, just...just a little longer...please! I'm so close!" Malloy begged, his face squinched up cutely as he tried to focus on cumming. He knew he was already half the man he had been, the disconcerting emptiness under his cock making it difficult for the fox to peak.

"3...2...1..." Mongrel counted down teasingly. Malloy was just about there, his groin tightening to orgasm when the hog pinched down on the root of his cock. There was a soft 'crunch' as the blade popped through the tender flesh of fox cock and his baculum like the blade of a guillotine. Malloy's cock wobbled as he arched his crotch into the air, trying desperately to cum. Mongrel shook his hand, the blade slicing through the last of the fox's cock as he did. Malloy's prick flopped forward, bounced off Mongrel's wrist, and plopped into the basin between the fox's feet with a hollow bang. Malloy panicked, expecting his rising orgasm to fade, but to his shock and joy, it didn't. Grim's cock kept hammering his prostate, and the fox felt his body fly over the edge into orgasm even without his cock attached. His groin contracted in delicious orgasm, pumping, throbbing, his stump squirting between Mongrel's fingers where the hog still held his sheath back. The last of the fox's fertile cum spattered into the basin with his severed cock, a few stray shots nicking Mongrel's red beard. The hog laughed and licked them clean.

As Malloy came, Grim grit his teeth and groaned, the honey badger not far behind him. The rhythmic clenching of the fox's backside around his prick was too much, and the badger's fat nuts jumped as he fired his potent whitewash deep into Malloy's guts. He snarled, grinding against the fox's taut rear as he pumped him full, the honey badger's sticky, thick load drooling back out of Malloy to drip from Grim's balls into the basin.

Mongrel leaned over and picked up the fox's severed prick from the basin at his feet. He bapped the fox lightly on the nose with it. "Now, we're just getting started here, little fox. I hope yer ready for a looooong night." he promised, ominously. Mongrel gave his fat prick a stroke, watching Grim pull out of Malloy with a wet slurp, the honey badger's load pouring back out to splatter into the bucket.

"Whoof...your turn, hog," Grim grunted, wiping his cock clean with a nearby towel. Mongrel grinned. "Those bouncer boys sure ain't gonna know what hit 'em, they watch this video." he snorted, lighting another cigarette...