An unfortunate predicament
The fox awoke, head aching, bleary, blinking, seeing double, cold and shivering in the dank cell, unable to remember even the vaguest details of how he'd gotten there. Stripped to his bare fur, not a single scrap of clothing covered his muscular toned form, naked as the day he was born, securely strapped into dull restrictive mannacles, hanging from the centre of the room with his sizeable male parts flopping freely.
Cold water flooded the stony floor beneath his freezing footpaws, his limbs aching as he writhed and squirmed helplessly in his bonds, body rigid, having no idea how long he'd been hanging there.
He stared around the hopelessly empty cell, eyes glinting in the gloom, desperate for some help, a way out, a clue as to what was happening. "Is there anyone there?" he cried out, sniffing about, eyes watering fearfully as he stared at the wall in front of him.
Suddenly, a click. A whirr. Something came to life. A projector. From the ceiling behind the handome vulpine the device started, projecting an image onto the cold, algae ridden wall in front of his eyes. His light-starved eyes struggled with the sudden blinding light, before slowly adjusting.
He saw the sillouette of an avian's head. Hooded and hidden behind a falconry hood. A series of high mounted, hidden cameras flicked to life around the room, shooting the male from every conceivable angle.
"Good morning. I trust you're wondering how you got here, my dear vulpine friend. Indeed, it seems you've found yourself in quite a predicament. Moreso than you might imagine." that stranger's voice softly cooed. "Although your loss is my considerable financial and personal gain it must be said. But sleep a while now. You'll need your strength soon" it awked.
The fox yelped, tugging hard at his bonds, demanding an explanation, crying out at those words, demanding to be freed, even as the room slowly filled with vaporous misty green gas. His eyelids felt droopy at first, weary, body hanging loosely in his bonds before slowly slipping into unconciousness.
The vulpine male dozed for what seemed like an age, awaking with that same terrible ache in his head from before and a cold, metallic sensation around his groin and in his maw. He trembled, footclaws scratching the ground as he blinked blearily, slowly coming to and running his tongue over the object in his muzzle, before staring downwards, all the colour subsequently draining from his face.
A solid, wooden, appropriately sized guillotine block was closed steadfastly around his hefty warm plump heavy vulpine testicles, tugged away lovingly from his body. The wire holding the sharp jaws of the mini guillotine open was roped into his maw, the pressure of his jaws closed in place the only thing stopping the blade from dropping and demaling him completely. The wire had several heavy weights strategically attached, making his jaw ache. He drooled around the wire, terrified to even open his muzzle to breathe, his eyes bulging at the revelation.
The video screen flicked to life, the sillouette of the hooded avian male on display yet again. "Ah, my dear friend. You're awake. Good good. Now you may find yourself in a bit of situation. You probably don't want to be opening your maw under any circumstances. We'd all hate to see you lose anything precious to you, my dear sweet male. Hold still now. We're going to play a little game" the cooing, soft, squawking sound came, somewhat shakier than before, raspy, trembly and aroused in tone.
"I'd imagine your maw is beginning to ache. The pressure must be immense. You can let go at any time you want and we'll forgive you entirely, but do at least make an attempt to save your most precious, you're making a lot of people very happy" the warm soft trilling came again. "Just six sweet hours, no time at all really and the door to your cell will be open. But if you feel a need to yawn, cry out or have a conversation before then...well, I'm sure you can figure what will happen." the cooing came.
"I'd love to talk some more, but I'm currently a little distracted. Good luck fox." a chuckle concluded.
The fox yelped, shivering and shaking, nearly wetting himself, his jaw already aching, eyes bulging, body tensed, muscles flexing twitching and writhing, squirming on the spot and wheezing, panicing, desperate to cry out. The blade perched precariously above his precious foxmakers, the plump, strained, hefty low hangers in desperate peril from that wickedly sharp device. He cringed, tail hanging loosely behind his legs, his entire legacy, the DNA of countless generations of his family brewing between his legs in those precious heavy hot round orbs, the male willing to endure most anything to keep them.
The first three hours were agony. The male sweated almost constantly, nearly fainting from fear on at least one occasion. He had no track of time. Every second felt like an eternity as those cameras watched silently, recording every twitch, every movement, every desperate struggle for their unseen viewers. More than once his maw nearly slipped, much to his utter horror, his swollen canid length throbbing through terror, knot engorged even, in spite of everything.
Somehow, the male endured. After the fourth hour, his jaw ached so hard from the weight, he felt as though his tongue was going numb. A door slid open behind him. Warm, scaled, taloned hands stroked across his aching maleness. He gasped, unable to turn his head in his bonds, unable to see what was happening, almost opening his muzzle with arousal. More hands. Four sets of scaled talons stroked and tickling over his most precious parts. He squirmed, wincing and shivering, scrunching his eyes closed, desperately trying to keep hold.
Something warm, wet, tapered, thick and twitching cruelly pressed under his tailhole. He grimaced, shaking his head, keeping his maw shut. A squawking chuckle. A hard slap to his heavy balls. He winced, eyes watering, still keeping his muzzle closed. His tail was yanked upwards hard as something flapped behind him before the poor male cried out through gritted teeth as his tailhole was roughly violated.
The male was raped and violated by all four of the hidden assailants, each in turn, veiny twitchy engorged, merciless cocks ploughing his aching behind as his plump heavy testicles were squeezed, slapping flicked and tormented, seed dripping down his warm soft fuzzy furred legs.
Sharp yellow taloned feet crushed and snipped threatening at his balls. Cold beaks nudged and nipped at his engorged penis to torture him. All the while the fox somehow endured, his spirit strong....and then, without warning, the pain went away. The males left the room each in turn, the unseen door snicking shut. Five hours had passed. Or was it six? The fox whimpered and mewled, his jaw in unspeakable pain, that cold glistening blade ready to snick down any second
The last hour was the worst. Unspeakable torture. The fox sobbed, eyes watering as his feet gripped and scraped the floor, his entire jaw numb, poor weakening...before finally the video screen flicked to life once more, the hooded sillouetted avian flickering before his eyes. "Ah, congratulations my dear canid. Six hours. So strong! So noble. We all knew you had it in you...and thank you for all the wonderful footage. You're going to bring a lot of people a whole lot of enjoyment" the soft cooing voice began.
"..and my favourite part of the show is where our guest passes his little ordeal. So as promised, we're opening the door to your cell" the caw came again. The fox's eyes lit up as the door in front of his eyes clicked ajar, showing him a view down an endlessly dark corridor, the fox struggling and tensing hard in his bonds. He tensed up, flexing and twitching in his bonds, waiting to be released...but noone came. His eyes widened in fright, terrified now, losing strength.
"A nice view isn't it friend?" the voice came again, shakier and more breathless than before. "Don't say we never keep our promises. An open door for you" he cawwed. The fox yipped in hope, tail swishing desperately, before reeling in horror as the door subsequently shut steadfas again, clicking back into a locked position before his eyes, the voice of the announcer becoming more and more ragged and panting. "Don't worry friend, we have plenty of film left. Just another six hours and we'll happily undo your bonds for you. A fair deal for such a warm, precious and pleasent pair yesss?" the voice exclaimed hotly. "Good luck my friend" it concluded, raspy squawking laughter filling the room before the screen went black yet again.
The fox whimpered, eyes gigantic, wire slowly slipping from his maw as he shivered and whimpered as the true implication of those words slowly sank in, the glinting, sharp, merciless blade of the cruel guillotine blade perched precariously above his treasures as his tongue began to slip....