Corn Dogs
A father and son go to a carnival... sadly its in my world.
The smell of sugary deep fried food swirled with the sounds of music. All of it mixing together into a concoction that would haunt your memories every time you close your eyes. The isles of twisting looks of booths stretched out into the night like an octopuses tendrils, all of them writhing, twirling, and folding back in on themselves. The outer edges were made up of the freak shows, big tents, rides, and ticket booths. The next tendril of booths were made up of the games of chance, where the booth merchants would call out to the crowed trying to lure in their next victim. "Hurry, hurry, step right up," they would cry into the night, each trying to call you to them. Luring you with their siren calls to their games, wanting for you to crash into the rocks beneath them. Then behind them the smells of the food booths drew you in, drawing you deeper, and trapping you like cold icy fangs.
Neil felt himself rushing with hurried steps as he dragged his son Max in tow. The two huskies bounded their way through the crowed, the father wanting desperately to take his son away from this place. "Dad," the younger husky cried. "Slow down, I can't go that fast." The older husky felt the fur on the back of his neck stand up on end, as he drew closer and closer to the exit. There was something wrong with this place, "We can't," he snapped, "I have to get you out of here." He said, his thoughts only of his son and the nightmare they were in. He stopped in his tracks, this wasn't going fast enough, he picked up his son, and started to sprint towards the exit. There was nothing going to stop him from leaving that place. The day had started out normal enough, but as the night grew closer things started to get strange. It began with the way the carnies would act whenever he would bring his son into one of the attritions. They would whisper to each other, point towards the pair, and smirk as they watched the father in son due. There was also something in their eyes... this smug hunger flicked behind them. He felt like a piece of meat in front of some predator, one that hadn't figured out he was the meal yet. Then there was the attractions themselves. They were all too real, and downright morbid. The stage show where the bear had cut off his son's head was still burned in the back of Neil's eyes. It had all looked to real... and if that wasn't bad enough, the father took that bear cub's head, and began to fuck it's still warm throat on stage, the crowd cheering him on, until cum shot from the little bear's mouth. "Dad," Max wined softly, "We can't go yet." "I don't want to hear it!" he snapped as he kept running, as fast as his paws could take him. The pup looked up at his dad with his big sad brown puppy dog eyes, "But... but, you promised me a corn dog. Remember? You said if I was a good boy, I could have one before we left." The pup's ears flattened to the top of his head, and a disappointed look grew across his face. "I know..." he replied, trying not to fall into the trap his son's face had lurking for him. "I'll get you one next time." The puppies lip started to quiver, making him look more pathetic and hurt then he already did, "But you promised, and you said you should always keep your promises, no matter what." He sniffled, "Did you lie to me daddy?" "No..." he grumbled, as that pathetic pup did what he did best, made him feel like dirt. Dammit, he thought, before he sighed, and slowed his pace to a walk. He could see the exit just in sight, and his car waiting for them in the parking lot, but he couldn't let his son down. "Okay fine," he mumbled, "one corn dog, but then were out of here, okay?" The pup's eyes lit up with joy, he hugged his father close, and his tail started to wag. "Thank you daddy!" The older husky set Max down, he took a hold of his paw, and clutched it tightly as they made their way through the crowd. Neil took a whiff of the night air, picking out the scent of food and making a way towards it. The lights swirled around the, above their heads hung old stringed lights, each one with a dusty looking metal bulb that cast a sickly yellow light down upon them. Those lights were outshined by the mixture of bright colored lights, designed to drawn them towards the carnival games and food. Neil's eyes focused on the signs above the dim booths, reading them as he went, Kidney toss, wack-a-pecker, guess your friend's dressed weight, eye toss, rifle range. They seemed familiar, but they were almost twisted versions of the kinds of games he grew up with. He wanted to get closer, but the crowd was too thick, and his need to be free of this place was to strong. As they walked Neil became lost in his own thoughts, his mind blanking out the world around him, as he tried to figure out what this place really was. He began to wonder if the shows and things he'd seen were mealy tricks the carnies had perfected or if the things he'd seen the real thing. His mind thought back to the ultra realistic haunted house, and how the bodies had looked, and smelled, so real. Even that stage show with the bears would have been hard to fake. Had that bear actually done that to his son? He gulped, and his grip tightened on his son's paw. He was about to pick him up again, and make another dash towards the exit, when someone bumped into him. He stumbled back as he felt the soiled wall of muscle in front of him stop him in his tracks. He looked over the creature before him. Its olive and back scales shimmered in the carnival light, he'd forgoed pants, his slit hid anything he'd need to hide. He had a soft pouched belly, like it'd eaten too many good meals. Yet, his arms and chest were thick as a strong man's. The only two things adorning his scaly body was a bright red fez, with a golden tassel sticking out of the top, and a vest that matched. The snake's hood had bright gold piercings punched through it, and the seemed to glimmer along with his scales. Neil's eyes met with the snake's, his yellow eyes drawing the dog in, making him look deeply into those entrancing orbs. "You," the snake man hissed, "Need to learn to relax, my friend." Those eyes kept staring into him, keeping him locked in their gaze. "Ssssomeone like you sssshould learn to go with tttthe flow. Let your body take you where it may, and enjoy ttttthe night witttth your son. Underssssstand?" The snake asked. The snake nodded, and the husky began to nod yes with him. The snake smiled, his forked tongue slipping past his lips, before he walked away. Neil stood there for a few moments, his eyes unfocused, lost in the warmth of the night eye. "Dad..." he heard, in what sounded in a muffled distant tone, "Dad..." he heard again, a bit clearer now. "Dad!" he heard his son shout. He shook his head, and shivered, as a chill ran up his spine. "Yeah sorry son... I zoned out for a second." He smiled. He was different, it's like the snake's words had washed away his fear. "What do ya say we go get you that corn dog?" Neil asked with a little wag of his tail. Max smiled back up at his dad, and gave a little jump for joy. "Yeah!" He happily exclaimed, as his excited tail wagged back and forth. They walked their way to the food booths, the air being filled with their wonderful delights. Neil and Max could read the signs above the booths now; some things looked familiar, such as elephant ears, hot dogs, sausage, and pop corn. But there were also the new and strange things... caramel Adams apples, eye pops, intestine pretzel, and candied coon. This didn't seem to bother Neil like it had before. In fact, as they drew closer to the booth, he seemed to be filled with a new vigor he hadn't had all night. When Neil saw the corn dog booth come in to view, he picked his son up, and placed him on his shoulders. They took their spot in the long line, and Neil looked up at the sign that hung above the booth. The crudely drawn sign was fashioned together out of scrap pieces of wood, and held together with what looked like barbed wire. They had slapped a coat of white paint on it, before they painted the words "Corn Dogs" in big red letters. As they waited in line, Max peered his head over his fathers, and looked into the corn dog booth. There was a snake standing behind the counter, like one that had bumped into his father, but this one was smaller, and didn't have that strong build. He had a Labrador standing next to him, and a line of other dogs behind him; each one was stripped naked, their hard peckers bobbing in front of them, with a distinct lack of their balls. He watched as the snake man took someone's order, and then he had the lab turn and face him. He grabbed a brush, dipped it in a large bowl, and slather the dog's throbbing meat with batter. He had the dog step up onto a platform, and he pulled a leaver, making the cover on a churning vat of oil open up. The dog gripped the railing above the vat, and dipped his own pecker down into it. The dog whined in pain, his body shaking, his face screaming in pain, but keeping his member trapped in that hot oil. Everyone ignored his pleas, as his dick cooked in the fryer. The snake tapped him on the shoulder, and the lab stepped down. A scaly paw reached out, grabbed a hold of the dog's breaded knot, and gave it a shark twist, then a yank. The cooked flesh tore away from the dog's body, and the snake would handed it to the next costumer in line, holding it by the baculum, just like someone would with the stick of a normal corndog. Max's head cocked to the side, one of his ears tipping in confusion. "That's what corn dogs are made of?" Neil shrugged, "I guess so pup." His head tilted to the other side, "So if they taste good, do wieners always taste good?" "I don't know, son, I've never tried one before." The dog admitted honestly. Any other night, he would have left right after the dog's little show... but tonight, he just wanted to go with the flow. "What do you think happened to their..." Max's mind searched for the word for a moment, "dangly bits under their wieners?" Neil watched someone walk by with a paper basket with one fat breaded crispy orb in it, and another being munched on by a very hungry bear. He followed the line of customers standing of costumers standing next to him, to the attached to the hot dog booth that had the line of nutted dogs leading into it. He watched as the cobra behind the counter took an order and walked over to the naked intact dog standing in the line that threaded its way through the two booths and into another. The snake had the dog step up to the counter so the costumer could see the show he was about to put on. The snake grabbed the dogs nuts and laid them on the well used bloody spot next to the fryer. He took out his knife, and twirled it in his hand before he quickly sliced the dog's sac free from his body. The spot where the dog's nuts had been sprayed across the counter, getting a round of applause from the people standing in line.. He grabbed the still warm sac, and dumped its contents into batter before dropping them in the fryer to join the pair that was already cooking. He took out one of the hot glowing chicken wire baskets and dumped its contents into a paper container and handing it the person in line. The older dog pointed to the sign above the stand that read Hush Puppies, "I think that's where they go Max. They must get them from there, and then send them to the corn dog booth." The pup looked down at his daddy, and then Neil looked up at him, "Hey can we get some of those first?" The old dog smiled, "Sure son." He said happily as they switched lines, the night started to wind down, and they grew closer and closer to the front. Neil checked the time on his phone, it was 9:30 and the caravel didn't close till 10. It looked like they were going to get their food just in time. Neil looked behind him, there was no one standing there was no one standing there. The crowd also seemed to be thinning out. They would be able to get their hush puppies and corn dogs and get home with plenty of time to spare. That put him at ease, but he couldn't understand why. It'd been such a nice night. They stepped up to the counter, when the snake flipped his sign to closed. "Ssssorry guyssss, I'm all out for the night. Better luck next time." "But I wanted hush puppies..." Max cried. "I know son," Neil replied. He looked at the snake who was busy starting to clean up, "Isn't there something you can do? Me and my son have been waiting in line for a long time. Don't you have any left?" The snake's wicked scaled face curled into a smile, and his eyes caught the husky's. Those yellow eyes, just like the ones before. He found himself loosing himself in those eyes, and before long he grinned happily, and his face took on that of one of the dogs that had been in line to get their balls and dicks chopped off. "Well... maybe I have one set left..." the snake teased, he lifted his knife, and twirled it in his paw before he pointed it between Neil's legs. "But I'm going to have to take them from you." Neil's stare didn't break from those yellow eyes, "No I can't..." he whispered weakly. "But daddy!" Max whined, "You said I could have some." "That right, daddy," The snake said mockingly, "You said he could have some, you don't want to disssssappoint your boy now, do ya? "No..." The older dog whispered weakly. "Then why don't you be a good daddy, and come behind the counter and give your boy what he wants." "Okay..." he said before he grabbed his son, and put him down. He was about to jump over the counter, when the snake stopped him. "Now, now, I can't have you wear those dirty clothes back here, you're going to have to take them off first." The older dog nodded, and began to strip off his clothes, starting with the shirt that clung to his chubby torso, working his way down to his big beer belly gut where his suspender's clung. He undid them, and slipped off his slacks leaving himself bare in front of his son. Max looked on in awe at his father's junk, he had balls the size of baseballs, and his sheath looked like it had a lot of room to grow... He hopped over the counter, his curly tail allowing his son to see every curve of his but before he touched down on the ground behind the counter. "Ssssuch a good dad you are," the snake hissed before he guided the husky to the back of the booth. "First we need to get you prepped." He takes him to the back of the booth where attached to the wall is what's left of some kind of mutt that looked around his son's age. Its arms and legs were missing, it had nothing between its legs, it had the word "Slut" branded into its chest, its throat had scares from where they'd removed its voice box, and its mouth had no teeth to speak of. The snake grabbed the dog's ass and urged him forward. His other scaly hand wrapped around his sheathed dick, and pulled it out letting that hot pink meat slide into the air. He guided it towards the puppy's lips where it instantly took a hold of the husky's dick, and began to suckle on it for all its might. The pup's soft toothless gums ran along his cock, squeezing, biting down on it, making Neil's cock throb in its mouth. He reached down, and grabbed a hold of the pups head, holding it in place as he began to thrust his pole in and out of the dog's maw. He felt the head of his dick slide down the tight tunnel in the back of its throat. He let out a soft growl as he felt his balls start to slap against the bitch's chin, he felt so powerful, so raw. The snake grabbed a hold of his chin, and forced him to look into his eyes. "That's enough." He said in a strong commanding voice, and without hesitation he slid his cock from the dog's maw. Pre cum drooled from his dick as the snake reached down, and wrapped a piece of cooking twine around the dog's engorged member. He ushered him over to the counter where his son was standing, holding an oversized pile of his father's clothes. The cobra had him step up to the counter like all the dogs before him. He had a strange pleased smile on his face as the snake took out the knife, and snatched the large baseball sized orbs into his paws. He grabbed some twine, and tied off that fat sac before he took the knife to its neck, and with a quick slice severed Neil's sac from his body -taking away the things that truly made him male. Max watched, fascinated as blood began to mix and pool over the counter with the blood from the other dogs that had already been spilled. The snake worked Neil's nuts from their hefty sac, letting them plop down on the counter for Max to see. The cobra grabbed Neil's severed balls by the cords, gave them a quick dip in batter, and threw them in the fryer. He began cleaning up as they cooked, a few moments later he went back over to them, and lifted the handmade basket for the fryer from the pot of boiling oil, and dumped the orbs into a basket for Max. He smiled at the pup, and handed him his father's testickles. "Wow!" The pup said with his tail wagging, "These are huge! Thanks daddy." He said with a smile before he picked up one of the hot orbs, and blew on it before taking a bite out of one and its golden crispy cover, sending a crunch through the older dog's ears that made his spine tingle. Neil took a step back, and was about to hop over the counter to join his son, when the snake stopped him, and made him look into his eyes again. "You don't wanna do that, you can't go out that way, remember me telling you that? Stupid dog." He nodded, "Yeah sorry, I guess I was just being stupid." He fidgeted in the snake's grasp, "How do I get out? I still have to get my son a corndog." The snakes eyes seemed to glow under the dim lights of the carnival, "Through there," the snake pointed to the line of dogs leaning to the corndog booth, "After you get your son the corn dog he wanted, you'll be free to go." The dog nodded, "But I can't leave my son out there where I can't protect him, can you lift him over here?" The snake smiled, "Sure, but you know the rule about dogs and clothes on this side of the booth. Your son will have to strip before he gets back here." Max's eyes went wide with that comment, and he looked at his father for signs of what to do next. The older dog looked down at him with a dreamy smile, and nodded his head yes. The puppy's tail began to wag, he felt so naughty, and it felt so good. Mommy would have never let him do something like this. With the vigor of youth, he began to strip off his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the ground, his little puppy pecker hard from all the excitement. The snake chuckled, and leaned down to give it a little flick, making the pup giggle. "Just like your old man I see." He grabbed him under the arms, and lifted him behind to the booth to be with his father. The pup stayed close behind his dad as the line of naked dogs started to work its way through the booths. Max mindlessly chomped on his dads hushpuppies as they made their way, letting the amazing flavor dance on his tongue, as his father's unspent seed spilled into his muzzle, wriggling across his tongue. The pup was in heaven. There was a bulky Rottweiler in front of them, he turned back, and he smiled at Max. "Well aren't you just the cutest thing," he said with a smile on his muzzle. He turned around, and tapped the puppy on the nose. "You know its cuties like you that got me sent to prison in the first place. I would have been there for a long time if I hadn't escaped." Normally that comment would have had Neil snatching up his son, and running towards the nearest exit, but tonight he just didn't seem to care. He chuckled, "So how is escaping working out for you? How'd you end up in this line, stranger." The rottie's face took on a strained expression, like he was trying to remember something he'd forgotten long ago. "Don't call me stranger, I'm JD. Anyway I'm not really sure..." he said with a furrow of a brow. "It was going well at first... I was at least twenty miles away from the prison when I saw lights coming from the darkness. I remember smelling carnival food, and bumping into a cobra with a fez... then it all sort of goes blank until I felt them cut off my balls and saw them fry 'em up, and they told me to wait in this line to get my dick corn-dogged." The husky cocked his head to the side, "Aww that's a shame, it sounds like you were doing good." The rottie's ears laid flat to his head, and he shook it off before he turned his gaze back to the puppy, and then to his dad. "Hey... would you mind if..." He paused for a second, "If your son sucked me off a little while we wait in line? It's been forever since I had a cute little guy like him wrapped around my dick... and it looks like I won't have the chance much longer." The rottie looked over his shoulder, and saw he was two dogs from the fryer. The older dog looked down at his son, and then at the rottie's beer can thick dick, that was very void of the low hangers that used to swing underneath. He shrugged, "Its okay with me, if Max wants to." He looked down at his son, "What do you say, boy?" Max finished off the last of his father's testies, and dusted the crumbs off his pudgy white belly before he looked at the rottie's cock. His ear tipped, and he licked his lips. "Sure, I always wondered what one tasted like anyway, and I can't reach mine over my tummy." Neil chuckled, "Sounds like someone's been trying." He said as he ruffled his son's head fur. The pup blushed, "Well yeah... Kenny wouldn't let me try his, so I wanted to see if I could lick mine." The rottie's stub tail started to wag, and he grabbed a hold of the base of his dick. "Well hurry up son, I ain't got much time." The pup smiled, and stepped forward, the rottie's fat dick staring him in the face, as he leaned forward, and ran his tongue over the head, like a puppy licking a lollypop. His eyes lit up as the taste filled his muzzle, and then he wrapped his lips around the head of the rottie's dick, and started to suckle with all his might. "Oh!" The buff rottie said as he gave his hips a little buck, making Max take more into his muzzle. "Wow your son's a natural! I've fucked a lot of boy's muzzles... I mean a lot! And only two have ever taken to sucking dick like he has." The rottie gave a soft grunt and looked at Neil, "Hey mind if I try something?" The dog smiled, and shook his head no, "Not at all, Max seems to be enjoying it so far." The rottie nodded, and picked Max up, spinning him around on his dick until he was upside down. The puppy giggled, and the rottie wrapped his arms around the smaller dog's waist. He squeezed him tight as he leaned down, and ran his broad tongue over the puppy's soft fuzzy orbs, "Mmm he tastes good to, so sweet and new." He gave the puppies little prick a lick before he slurped forward, and let his tongue tease the little puppy's little hole. Max groaned around the older man's cock, as he began to squirm in the older dogs grasp. He closed his eyes and let more of that dog's dick sink into his muzzle, as the big butch rottie began to rock his hips back and forth out of the puppy's muzzle. It wasn't long before the rottie's face crunched up, and Max felt a torrent of hot sticky seed rush into his muzzle, tasting cum for the first time. He didn't know what to do at first as the last spunk the rottie would ever make began to fill up his muzzle. So he did the only thing he could do, swallow every last drop. The rottie gave a little grunt as his prostate emptied, never to be filled again with his seed. He panted, and set Max down, "You sure are a good boy, your daddy is a very lucky man." The puppy looked up at the big rottie before him, and licked his lips clean of the dog's seed. "Hehe thanks mister." He smiled, and ruffled the pups head fur, "If I would have had a good boy like you, I bet they never would have locked me up... but my bitch only ever gave me girls." He shrugged, and the cobra running the corn dog tapped him on the shoulder, and guided him to the fryer booth. Max watched as the dick he'd had in his muzzle moments before, was covered in batter, and then dipped in hot oil. The rottie, yelled, but the smile Max had given him never faded from his muzzle. Before long it was their turn in line. Neil smiled at the snake, "I'll take one corn dog please." The snake furrowed his brow and laughed, "Sorry dog, that was the last one for the night." The puppy looked up at his dad, hi lip quivering, "But I want a corn dog daddy..." "Bugger..." the older dog whispered under his breath, "Well I already let my son eat my nuts, I guess I might as well let you fry up my dick too." The dog stepped up to the counter, and the snake gave a soft chuckle. "If you say so pops." Max jumped for joy as he watched the snake go over to his daddy, and begin to smear that corndog batter all over his father's dick. Heaping it on that engorged knot, making sure he coated every inch before he had his father step up to the fryer, and grab the bar above it. He gave a soft pant, and thrust his dick inside of the burning oil, the snakes scaly hands held him in place as the oil began to churn and sizzle around his most prized possession. He could feel the flesh cooking as the batter puffed around his dick, he cried out in pain as the nerve endings died through his dick, and the flesh began to cook to its core, he howled out in pain as a dull ache started to work its way through his body. He couldn't feel his dick burning anymore, but he felt like something that was in pain should be. He could feel the heat of the fryer against his crotch bathing him in sprinkles of oil -oil that had taken the man hoods of many dogs tonight. He felt the snake pat him on the ass, and he lifted himself out of the fryer. He began to paint as he looked down and his breaded and fried dick, whimpering as he thought of how he'd never get to feel anyone's body wrapped around and pleasing it ever again. But it was for his son after all, and he wanted to make sure the pup had a nice night. The snake reached down with rubber coated gloves, and with a quick jerk, pulled the dog's dick free from his body, taking the baculum along with it. He wrapped it in a paper napkin, and handed it to the eager pup, who began to blow on his dad's meat, trying to get it to cool down before he took his first bite. The corndog almost dwarfed the size of the pup's head, he stared at it with wonder as he brought the tip of his father's dough covered dick to his mouth, and let the tip slide past his lips. He closed his eyes, and chomped down on it. He let out a soft groan as he felt the cooked skin break under his teeth, and hot meat juice squirt into his mouth, like the rottie's cum had. His little dick twitched as he took another bite, barely working down an inch of his father's shaft. "Thank you daddy!" Max said with glee, bits of chewed dick flying from his muzzle. His curly puppy tail wagged behind him, and he smiled with delight. His father looked down at him proud that he'd made his son so happy. He turned to the snake, "So how do I get out of here?" The dog asked, and the snake pointed towards the back of the booth where a door was cut with a line of nullo dog's sticking out of it, the rottie heading up the back. Above the door a sign with the words "Balloon Pop" painted on it. They took their spot in line, and began to wait as it slowly proceeded into the next booth; something about this line took longer than the others. As they waited Max kept working on his father's dick, but the farther he got down, the more he realized he wasn't going to be able to finish it all. He stuffed his face with as much of his father's dick that he could fit inside of himself, but after a while, he tugged on his dad's fur, and handed him back half of his own dick. His knot missing a puppy sized bite out of it, and the rest of his shaft gnawed away. The older husky sighed, and held his severed man hood. He was really going to have to talk to his son about biting off more than he could chew. He leaned in, and took a sniff of his severed fried member, and with a shrug took a bite out of his own dick, letting his teeth slide along the bone that ran it's length. He growled as the taste exploded in his muzzle. It was the best damn corn dog he'd ever eaten, and he had to admit he tasted pretty good. Neil watched as his son and JD, began to chit-chat in line, passing the time as they waited for their turn to step into the next booth. After a while JD dropped down to his knees, and began to openly fondle the boy in front of his father. He took those puppy balls into his paw and began to roll them back and forth over his fingers as he talked to the boy. He got down on his paws and knees, and began to nuzzle the boy's bits. His long canine tongue lapping over the boy's balls. He gave the bottom of the pup's sac a little nibble between his front teeth, making the boy jump. "Mmm I wonder what these little treasures would have tasted like, the finest prairie oyster's in all the fair, I bet." The insides of the pup's ears turned bright red, "Do you really wanna eat my balls mister JD?" The rottie smiled, "And why not? You know how good your daddies tasted. I bet yours would be the sweetest little things I've ever eaten." The cobra over heard this, and he turned to the three canines standing in the back of the line, "If you lop any part of the kid off, I'll fry it up for ya real quick like." The rottie grinned, and he looked up at the boy's father, "What do you say pops? Want me to nibble off your boy's bits? I promise I'll share." The older husky paused, "Don't be crazy," he dropped to his knees, taking the last bite from his corndog, leaving nothing but the bone that he used to pick his teeth. "I cant let you do that without letting daddy's little boy have his first cum, what kind of father would I be if I didn't let him have his first spurt?" "Daddy!" The pup snapped as he felt embarrassed for the first time tonight. "Aww come on pup, don't act like that." He started to tickle the pup's tummy, "Fair is fair, you got to eat me, so I should get to eat you." The pup thought about it for a second, and he looked down at the pecker sticking up between his legs. He shifted from foot to foot, and bit his lip before he finally said, "Your right... and plus you did all this neat stuff for me tonight.... Okay dad, you can eat my bits." The two older dogs smiles, and winked at each other. JD took those puppy nuggets into his muzzle and started to suckle on them, giving little teasing bits as Neil took the bone from his dick, and pressed it to his son's puckered hole. He chuckled as Max gave out a little surprised yip, and he laughed as he pushed it forward and the pup let out a soft howl as his daddy's bone thrusted his way inside of him -though his baculum was a lot easier to take then it would have been if the meat was still attached. Max felt that thing bone slide deep inside of him until he felt the tip press against something deep inside of him, that made his whole body shake with a pleasure he'd never felt before. Max began to pant as he looked down at the rottie sucking on his balls as the bone inside of him began to wiggle against that pleasure spot deep inside of him. He felt his father's paw wrap around his hard puppy cock, and began to stroke it up and down, letting the sheath turtle neck over the head before sliding it back down his shaft. The pair worked in unison, making the cub rock in in pleasure between them, his yips, squeaks, and howls of pleasure filled up the small space. Before long he felt something building up inside of him like he'd never felt before. It was like something churning in his tummy. He let out a little huff of air, and without warning his little dick flexed, and hot cum sprayed over JD's face. The second the rottie felt that hot cream touch his fur, he chomped down making the puppy scream out in pain as the pup's balls were quickly pinched from his body. The rottie pulled his head back, ripping the boy's sac away from his body. He dropped the sac in his paw, and held it up to the snake manning the booth. The snake walked over, and got down to eye level with the screaming puppy, he had the dog stare into his yellow eyes, and in a soft tender voice he spoke, "Husssssh now pup, it doessssn't hurt... in fact it feelsss really good, don't it?" The pup sniffled and after a little while he wiped the tears away from his eyes, and smiled. "Yeah it does mister, how'd you know?" The snake chuckled, "Let's just say it was a lucky guess..." The snake pulled a knife from his belt, and took it to the pup's pecker, "Now what do you say I make you and your daddy match, would you like that?" The pup nodded yes, and the snake smiled. With a quick flick of his wrist he severed through the pup's dick, cutting through that soft growing bone like it was butter. The pup giggled as he looked down at his bare crotch, a bloody scuff being where his bits used to be. The snake walked away, and dipped the boy's balls and prick inside the batter before, tossing in the fryer. After a few minutes the snake returned and gave each one of them a piece of Max. Neil got the bigger right nut, JD got the smaller left, and Max was treated with a corndog that was just big enough for dessert. As JD and Neil bite into the pup's balls, the moaned as those little orbs melted like chocolate in their muzzles, letting the flavor drift across their taste buds before sliding down their throats into the gullets. Neil chuckled, and patted his stomach. "Well so much for having grandpups." He joked as he watched the dog before JD stepped into the next room, and noticed they were next. "They sure were sweet though." The rottie licked his lips, "Yeah, damn if it'd known they tasted that good, I would have taken more than just cherries from the boy's I fucked." "You and me both." Neil joked. A snake came up, and tapped the rottie on the shoulder, "Your turn bub." JD smiled, and walked into the next room. Neil and Max watched as two snakes descended upon the dog. They quickly locked his ankles and wrists in restraints, and with a pull of the lever he was lifted upside down in the air with his arms stretched above his head. "Hey whats goin... gurgle gurgle" JD was cut off when one of the snake's pulled out a knife, and slashed his throat making his blood drain into a bloody trough beneath his head. Before the light had faded from his eyes, the two skilled serpents began to work on his body, cutting away the flesh from around his ankles, making slits down his legs, and removing the flesh from his body. When they got to his stomach they made a straight slash from the hole between his legs to the bottom of his rib cage. One snake twirled around his body, busily cutting away the flesh from the meat. The second snake began gutting the dog, beginning to carefully remove his organs. Placing the lungs, heart, kidneys, and stomach into a bucket that held dozens more sets. When they finished they through the dogs skin on a pile with hundreds more, and chucked his body on a pile of about a dozen other dog carcasses. A badger with a wheel barrel rolled up next to the pile, and began loading up on of the carcasses. The back of his shirt read, Badger's Burger Shack. "Daddy!" Max cried as JD's eyes stared at them from the pile of dead skinless dogs. The older husky hugged his son tightly, "Shhh its going to be okay." He looked up at the snakes with a snarl on his face. "What are you doing?" The snakes looked at the dog, and then each other before busting out laughing. "Our job," the larger one said as he reset the restraints. "We're what keepsss the booth going, after our cusions chop of your doggy pricks and balls, we gut you, and turn your organs into balloons for the booth for our customers to pop, then we turn your good for nothing hides into prizes to be won." "You sick freaks, you can't do this!" The dog howled, the smaller snake rolled his eyes and slinked over to the two canines, his eyes meeting their gazes. "I bet you to can't wait to be turned into stuffed doggies. I bet that's the whole reason you came here today, was to just feel what it was like to watch as someone ate your manhood turning you into an it, getting you ready to be the greatest thing you were meant to be. A stuffed animal." Just like before the dog's couldn't say no, their minds were lost to the serpents gaze. "We did," Max said first with a wag of his tail. "I wanna be something someone will always cuddle and love. I wanna be little and cute forever." He cocked his head to the side and smiled as his tail wagged, "Can you do that for me mister?" He asked happily. The snake smiled, "Sure thing kiddo, just step right up." Max's tail wagged as he stepped forward onto the drain. He could feel JD's still warm blood against the pads of his feet. His heart began to thump in his chest as the snakes clicked the restraints around his ankles, and he was hauled up into the air. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, as his tail began to wag even faster. He closed his eyes and stretched out his neck waiting for what was to come. The larger cobra was about to walk over to Max, when his shorter cousin stopped him. "Hold up a sec, I have an idea." He said with a wicked grin. He pulled out his knife and walked over to Neil. He wiped JD's blood off on the husky's white belly, and stared him in the eyes. "Why don't you go over and skin your pup for us? It is a father's duty to take care of his son, and I can't think of a better way to take care of him then this." He tossed the bald in the air and caught it by the blade with two of his fingers before he offered the handle to the dog. Neil found himself nodding yes as he took the blade, and walked over to his son. He ran a paw over his son's chest, and gave him a little scritch -just like he used to when the pup was younger. He held the blade tightly in his paw as he looked down at his son's joy filled face. He smiled down at his son as he brought the sharp edge of the blade to his son's throat. He sliced through his son's throat with one quick powerful movement of his arm. His son's warm red blood began to wash over the pup's face as his tail contuied to wag. It looked like he was trying to bark for joy, but all that came out were soft gurgles and bubbling sounds. He watched as the light began to fade from his son youth filled eyes. He brought the blade to where his son's boyhood used to reside, and he began to slide the knife down, his son's intestines spilling out as he went. When he got to the boy's ribcage he stopped, he saw his son's tail still wagging, like a over caffeinated puppy, and he saw what was left of the twinkle in his son's big brown eyes, telling him the boy was still very much alive. He stood at the side of his son, and cut around his ankles before began cutting and pulling the flesh from his son's body. He watched as inch by inch his son started to look less like the puppy he'd watch grow up, and more like the piece of meat he was destined to become. When he got to his son's tail he stopped for a moment as he grabbed a hold of it, and looked down at his son. He pulled it tight, and gave a quick slice, severing it from his son's body. He watched his son's eyes grow wide with pain and he tried to draw his last breath. He stood there and watched as the final sparks of life faded from his son, and his body went limp. He kept going with his task until his son's flesh was severed from his body, and the only place it remained was his head. He pulled the flesh past where he had sliced open his son's throat, and he began to cut off the boy's head. He sliced around the boy's spine before he took it his son's head in his paws and began to twist until he heard a soft pop, and it came free in his paws. He lifted up his son's bloody head, his cape of skin coming with it, and kissed his blood covered lips softly. Before he took his thumbs, and placed them over his son's eyes, and began to press down, until he heard another pop, and his son's big brown orbs liquefied around his digits. The snakes quickly moved in behind him, finishing up his son, and ushering him over to the restraints. He didn't say much as they lifted him up into the air, and he stared at the two piles of dogs one half holding his son's skin, the other holding his meat. He watched as the smaller snake came over, and he felt the blade against his throat. Everything that had happened that night rushed back to him as he felt that warm steel, still covered in his son's blood, slice through his throat and his blood spill into the trough beneath him. Suddenly everything became too real, and he realized what those monsters had done to him and made him do. Tears started to mix with his blood as it began to drip off the tip of his snout. He closed his eyes, and he mouthed his final words. "I'm sorry, Max."
"Hurry, hurry! Step right up, and try your luck!" The snake in the top hat shouted at the crowd. He jumped up on the counter, his coat tails waving behind him as he tapped his cane against the sign that read Balloon Pop. "A dollar gets you 1 try, and 5 gets 9," he shouted trying to coax the passer by. A fat little bear boy was walking through the crowed, a big greasy burger in his hand, its fat and unknown meat dripping onto his white t-shirt. He heard the snake's call, and he made his way over to the Cobra's clutches. He looked over the back of the booth, the center filled with balloons in the shape of hearts, intestines, and other organs. The snake pointed at the bear with his cane, "What about you, boy? Care to try you luck?" The bear boy looked over the prizes along the back wall, they all looked so cute with their big smiles, plastic eyes, and black noses. They had no hands, and their arms had been shorted along with the rest of their bodies to give them a plumper cuter shape. One caught his, a pair of husky dogs, the smaller one had been sown into the larger one's lap, and the bigger dog's head was resting on the pup's shoulders. They almost looked like they could have been father and son. They both had wide smile on their faces, and the smaller one had the biggest cutest brown eyes the little bear had ever seen. The cub smiled and slapped five dollars down on the counter, "Sure thing mister!"