Whoops! I cut your dick off.
Blah blah blah, safe sex, adult material, yadda yadda yadda. Just enjoy the story, and look out for the next chapters! Critical feedback appreciated.
Oh yeah, and when I refer to The City, I'm talking about the furry equivalent of London. Just imagine all the dialogue in your idea of London English, if you must.
Draco sighed as he switched off his Blackbury. There were no new emails for this lonely lizard, sitting by his desk in the semi-darkened office. What had he been expecting? Zeke to reply to his countless messages? An acceptance of his latest building design? A penis enlargement ad? (Although, at 12", it wasn't as if he needed it). Tugging on his tie, he left, flicking out the lights as he went. The low glow from the illuminated blueprint boards faded.
"Goodnight, Wunita."
"Goodnight, Mr. Samlani!" replied the cheery bovine caretaker.
Draco realised he must be working too hard if he was on first name terms with the support staff.
The elevator was still out of order, so he jogged down the stairs. On the bright side, he thought, he wouldn't have to do quite so many sets on the leg press tomorrow. He thought about the hot Stallion who'd winked at him in the showers yesterday, the flirty German Shepherd behind the desk in gym reception; the tense Wolf beside him on the bus. Draco's long, thick member began to unsheathe, and rub against his Calvin Kleins. It was a pleasurable but unwanted feeling - The City was not the best place to stroll around with a stiffy. He was intending to adjust his suit as he stepped out into the cool night, through the pool of light offered by the small light in the small porch, when a voice interrupted his train of thought.
"'Scuse me mate, got any change?"
Draco glanced to his right, to see a tall fox in a grey hoodie, tight jeans and a pair of scruffy trainers. He emptied his pocket of the shrapnel of pennies, and offered it to the canine.
"Got any more? I'll make it worth your while."
Draco did a double take. Was this fox, barely out of adolesence, prepared to sell himself to a stranger in The City? He cogitated for a moment. The fox was a lot shorter than him, and certainly was of a slimmer build. He was unlikely to be much of a threat if worse came to worse. Besides, the now throbbing erection in his trousers was crying for attention, and Draco had just had all of his STD shots.
"Come on, I know what I'm doing."
"Fine. What're you rates?"
Subconciously, he'd gone into his broadest London accent, the sort he only used when hanging out with some of the rougher BritPop crowd.
"£40 will get you the works, but I'll go lower if you just want a blowy."
Was that pun intentional? It mattered not - his hand had already produced two twenties from his pocket.
"Your place or mine?" the fox joked, as he lead Draco into a small public toilet in the nearby plaza. It was secluded, but reasonably well illuminated. The one battered CCTV camera looked as if it did not work, yet both anthros eyed it with suspicion, although for different reasons.
The door banged shut, and locked with ease. It was one of those no cubical affairs - effictively one grubby little room with a toilet, sink and a few high up windows. The toilet seat flipped down into a useful seat - once, several years ago, it had served as pitstop for cocaine junkies, until the cops cracked down.
Draco sat down, and let the fox's roving hands find the massive bulge. He groaned with pleasure as the dilligent hooker teased him - rubbing his dick and large balls all over. They both disrobed quite quickly, nearly tearing each others clothes off. As Draco slipped off his boxers, the fox's eyes widened with greed at the huge, stiff rod and massive swinging between his client's strong, grey, scaly legs.
"Yeah...suck it! Go on, suck my cock!"
"You're not very good at this dirty talk, are you?" sniggered the fox, as he readied his mouth.
Impunity was not part of the package deal, was it? Oh well, just sit back and enjoy the lubrication process.
The fox licked Draco's shaft up and down, prompting a moan to escape from the lizard's mouth. Then, taking Draco's cock into his mouth, he began to roll his tounge around the top, then worked his way down. He was trying his best to deep throat, but it was rather tricky with this long trouser snake. The hooker's cock had already unsheathed and stiffened, and Draco enjoyed the modest sight of the 6 inches. His head rolled back as the attention to his cock grew more intense - the fox was tickling the lizard's piss slit with his tongue.
"Ok, uh, that's enough," insisted Draco, reluctantly.
He didn't want to cum yet; he got a kick out of giving cream fillings.
"Now, hop on!" That sounded a lot more sexy before he said it.
The fox clambered up onto his feet, and then positioned his rosebud over the cock (which wasoozing precum) facing the lizard's handsome face. Flicking his tail up, he sank down, emitting a groan of pleasure. He took the first two inches in one go, easily - he'd had a lot of experience and was quite loose.
"Do you want me to..uh..clench?"
"Yeah, but get further down on my cock first."
The fox sank down another four inches, and then began to massage the cock inside him, clenching his tailhole.
"Aww, yeah, that's it!"
Draco began to thrust upwards, until he'd jammed the first 10 inches of his dick in. The hooker's eyes were watering - 9 inches was the most he'd ever taken, and it looked like this guy was ready to go balls deep. Thrusting harder, the lizard began to moan in pleasure as his knot formed. His head was playing on the canine's prostate, eliciting moan after moan of pleasure from the hustler.
"I'm...not going to....ugh...hold out... much longer"
"Me...neith...AAAH!"
Our lizard friend came in bucketloads. His cock spurted his cream deep inside the fox, the excess dribbling over his throbbing balls. He was cumming for a good minute before he even began to slow down, and by the time he head stopped, there was cum plastered all over the fox's furry tailhole, both pairs of legs, and the toilet seat. The fox was just clinging on, biting his lip, when he stood up.
"Don't you want to spurt onto my chest?" asked Draco, rubbing his rock hard abs whilst enjoying his warm afterglow. His nipples were pert, and his soft cock was throbbing.
"No, bitch," growled the fox, retrieving a switchblade from his discarded jeans, "I want to cum in your ass, then take all your money. And if you've got any issues with that, then I'll slit your throat!"
The fox was wanking himself, to stay on the edge, but the menacing blade was poised in his right hand.
"Now, bend over, bitch!"
Draco knew better. It was just as likely that the fox was going to kill him even if he did give into his demands.
"Fuck this!"
He grabbed the fox's wrist, trying to throw the knife to the floor. The fox was fighting back, struggling with all his might. Suddenly, the knife slipped downwards, and the fox's eyes opened wide again - but this time not out of lust. The knife plunged into the canine's hard cock, causing blood to spurt out suddenly. The fox screamed, and slipped backwards, and Draco fell ontop of him, pusing the knife down harder.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE NOW!"
The lizard restrained the writhing fox, and his face paled. The canine was bleeding heavily with his penis lying on the floor next to him.
"We're going to have to go to a hospital." The architect lessed his grip, only to bet nearly greeted with a left hook.
"FUCK YOU, BITCH!"
Draco was peturbed to have found his cock stiffining once more. Not knowing why or how, he overpowered the fox, flipped him over and began to fuck him as deeply before. The fox's screams increased, and he was apparently going to cum out of the bloodied stump of his dick, when *Snick*
Draco had cut the fox's balls clean in half. Cum and blood spurted out and spread across the floor. At the same time, the remaining part of the fox's balls spasmed and cum flowed out of the remains of his penis. This proved just to much for the lizard to take, and he came again, emptying his balls once more.
The fox's screams were subsiding, and he was turning pale. The hooker was flipped back onto his front, and found himself faced with his own severed cock and balls.
"I'm going to make this quick. Eat then, bitch."
The fox wimpered.
"EAT THEM, BITCH! OR ELSE I WILL CUT MORE BITS OFF YOU!"
The fox relucatantly opened his mouth and found his various organs shoved in his muzzle.
"Chew them up!"
Draco wanted no chance of the fox getting his equipment back.
The fox bit into them, and soon his baby making machinery were just a red goop.
"Now then, kiss me."
Draco drank down the blood and muscle of the fox, licking his mouth clean. His tounge probed the depths of the disorientated hooker's throat. Then, Draco masturbated, and came yet again, this time on the fox's face. After that, he ended the whore's life with a single swipe across the jugular.
The mutilated body (for that is all it was now) slumped down onto the floor, into a puddle of its own cum and blood. Draco pulled on his suit, unlocked the door, and fled.
After a quick shower back in his Islington apartment, the lizard reflected on what had happened. He rehearsed the court proceedings in his mind - it was self defense, he'd came on the fox before the knife was produced, the knife had slipped, and he fled.
Luckily for Draco, the situation never arose. The police did discover a mutilated man whore in the public toilet after it was reported to them, and the body was covered in copious amounts of reptile cum. But reptilian DNA was far too complex to track down to an individual, and smooth scales had no fingerprints to trace - they could only rely on the CCTV footage, and the camera had broken earlier that night. They tried to retrace the footsteps of the hooker, but The City's CCTV was notoriously sparse, thanks to the Fursecution days. A small blip in the newspapers, it grabbed the attention of few, except for Draco. He kept the cutting in a small book under his bed.
Draco Samlani had discovered he was in to cock and ball mutilation, and there was no going back.