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Max Inaka groaned slightly, his massive watermelon-sized balls twitching in anticipation as he clicked on another file. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was; for years, the 25 year old male tanuki had been unemployed, unable to keep a job for more than a few months. It wasn't that he couldn't work hard - he was a crack computer expert and perfectly suited for hard labor, despite what his slightly pudgy frame suggested. The problem, unfortunately, was his insatiable libido and hacking skills; more often than not, his employers would find him locked in the computer lab, pants unzipped and normally petite 5" long, 2" wide cock and plum-sized balls engorged to their full 28" long, 8" thick, watermelon-sized girth as he downloaded and viewed gig after gig of porn. Fortunately for him, he was never formally reprimanded for his actions, despite the...questionable nature of the content he was looking at, but his obsession with smut proved to be too distracting for him to be fully productive in his work, and while he kept cordial relations with his previous employers, he nevertheless found himself pink-slipped more times than he could care to count. It was during his last incident - working as a Dell computer customer service rep, no less - that he finally got his big break.

It started like any other day, checking in, situating himself at his cubicle...and promptly logging onto the Internet, 80 GB iPod ready to receive another daily dump of erotic material. He never suspected anything was wrong...that is, until it was time to head home. Sighing in satisfaction, Max shut down the connection, unplugged his iPod, stuffed his package back into his pants, stood up...and promptly came face-to-face with the customer service manager. There was no two ways about it: he was caught, again. Frowning in defeat, the tanuki followed the 30 year old pantherine manager into his office, resigning himself to his fate. Once inside, the manager - Jace Williams - calmly but firmly asked to see the data storage unit. Max panicked; none of his other employers had asked for his iPod, before, even after they acknowledged knowing full-well what he was looking at. To his mind, the request could only mean one thing: he was in far more trouble than he thought. He was about to protest, to try and convince the feline not to press charges on him or call the cops, but Jace simply ignored him, browsing through the files on the machine. After several, agonizing minutes, Jace placed the iPod on his desk and dropped the bomb on Max: the panther had to let the tanuki go. That, Max was expecting; it was what came after that really blew him away.

Sitting back in his office chair, Jace slowly undid his fly and pulled out an enormous black-furred sheath and set of balls, looking almost a quarter-length shy of matching Max's own genitals at full arousal. Grinning lewdly at his astonished ex-employee, the manager started working himself over, languidly stroking at his sheath and fondling his sac until his 21" long, 6" thick, spiked feline cock laid half-hard across his belly and chest. Max could only stare and drool over his former boss' package as Jace picked up the iPod again and went through each file, commenting on the tanuki's excellent taste in erotica. He even stopped to chuckle at quite a few of the files, reminiscing on some incident he and his friends did that each picture or video clip reminded him of, much to Max's confusion. All the while, though, the panther continued to stroke at his cock, sharp, 1½" claws extended to rake harshly against the sensitive flesh, gouging ever-deepening trenches throughout its entire length that quickly flooded with tiny rivulets of blood.

This was getting too much for the young tanuki to bear; the simple act of watching the panther - his own boss - self-mutilating his gigantic member, and hearing all of the nasty things he explained of his own sex life while looking through his own porn collection was making his pants tent fiercely as his own genitals started to grow. With clumsy hands and a brief, pleading glance to Jace, Max unzipped his trousers and dug his balls and sheath out of them. Now free of their confines, the meaty organs began to expand exponentially, his paws immediately going for his sheath to try and coax himself into a real erection. Noticing this, Jace grinned wickedly and put down the iPod before opening up a drawer in his desk and pulling out a series of wicked-looking office instruments: a 6" letter opener, a manual-working staple gun (with industrial-sized staples), a pair of foot-long, stainless steel scissors, and what appeared to be a custom-made, hand-cranked "cock-sharpener", kinda like the pencil sharpeners Max had at elementary school, but large enough to handle an oversized cock and with a clear shaving holder. The tanuki's balls and cock jumped in shocked anticipation as Jace picked up the letter opener and, with one deft, slow motion, slid the tip under his foreskin through one of the gouges his claws had made, slicing a nice, inch-thick piece off right down his length. The panther's face twisted in an euphoric mix of pain and pleasure, a thick dollop of bloody precum forming at his piss slit as he cut off another length of foreskin.

Max was enthralled; this was precisely the kind of thing he always looked for online. The tanuki was well-known to his employers not only as sex-obsessed, but also a sadomasochist as well, not shying away from any sort of sexual fetish, no matter how bizarre, cruel, or illegal; in fact, those were his favorite kinds, his personal computers and hard drives all filled to the brim with stuff that would've surely gotten him locked up for several life sentences...if any of his employers actually cared enough to report him. For some reason, though, none of them did, for which he thanked his lucky stars; it would've been very difficult - if not impossible - for him to explain away why he had what he had on his desktop. Unfortunately, despite his good fortune with the law, he wasn't as mated with Lady Luck in finding his content: he was an impressive hacker, and had made friends with a good deal of like-minded individuals online who were willing to trade for some of the more decadent and depraved items he's looking for, but the black market on such content was so tough to navigate, especially with the kinds of specifics he was interested in. Most of his interests centered around big cocks, blood, and mutilation; as long as it contained borderline-hyperphallic males and ended in several torrents of red and white, he was happy. And now, right before his eyes, was his former boss engaging in the same vicious sexual brutality he could only dream of.

Jace, noting the fascination in his young protégé's eyes, flashed a sadistic, lustful grin as he continued to circumcise himself with the letter opener, the spiky head of his cock dribbling crimson-stained pre with each strip of flesh he filleted from it. By now, blood was running like a flash flood from his abused penis, soaking into his business suit and groinal fur and coating his paws in sticky viscera. With one, final stroke, the last of the panther's foreskin was removed, leaving only a long, thick, bloody pole of veiny muscle topped with a still-intact spined cockhead spewing crimson-stained pre like a fountain. Licking the blade of the letter opener clean, he set it aside and grabbed the scissors, propping his hips up to give Max full view of his blood-soaked crotch. Giving the awed tanuki a wicked smirk, he took a few long licks at his member before clamping his teeth on the spiny head, chewing roughly on it as he slipped the open blades of the scissors into the underside of his sheath. Using slow, deliberate movements in time with his gnawing, he began to cut down the length of the tube of furry skin, slicing it open to reveal more of his thick, meaty pole. However, he didn't stop there; once he reached the base of his penis, he continued along his ballsac, peeling back the scrotal folds as he snipped it away, revealing the gargantuan orbs within. Once done, Jace set aside the scissors and began to fondle himself some more, using his claws to scratch at his exposed penile muscles and testicles as he continued to gnaw and bite at his cockhead, whining and growling in agonized ecstasy.

The panther was really hemorrhaging profusely now, his entire front caked in blood and clear pre. The distinctive scent of male musk and splanchnic fluids filled Max's nostrils as he stared at the carnage Jace was doing to his own genitals. He could almost taste the salty copper tang of Jace's tortured member, feel his own teeth grinding away at the feline's spiny glans, his own claws rending the man's most sensitive organs...his own cock was dribbling pre like mad at the experience. He so wanted to get in on the fun, to bleed and howl and cum alongside his new friend, but didn't know the right way to do so...that is, until he remembered the sharpener. Grabbing it, he compared the entrance hole to the size of his cock; it would be a tight fit, but he could get it in there...and the tightness would just make the sensations all the more sweeter. Pinching his cockhead to make it easier to slip in, he positioned it over the sharpener's hole and shoved in as far as he could. The pain was excruciating as the abrasive and sharpening blade inside raked against his sensitive glans and foreskin; fortunately, he had been playing around himself with extreme forms of cock and ball torture and mutilation/blood play, so his cock only grew harder at the anguish. With a moan, Max placed his paw on the handle of the sharpener and turned the crank slowly, the groan rising in pitch and intensity as the blades and abrasives inside tore at his member.

Jace's eyes twinkled in demented pride as the tanuki ground his cock to a fine point in the manager's favorite device, blood, viscera, and pre collecting in the bin, all the while shrieking in tormented pleasure. They grew wider when Max grabbed the scissors and hastily, sloppily cut up his own ballsac, his monstrous orbs plopping unceremoniously onto the desk. The finishing touch, though, was when he put down the scissors and picked up the stapler, taking it to the splayed testicles and pumping several metal staples into them. That was all Jace needed; with a tremendous roar through clenched teeth, he came, claws squeezing his balls hard enough to puncture them. As his own thick, bloody seed filled his mouth, he wrenched his head up and to one side, tearing his mauled glans clean off his member and sending the gruesome goo spewing everywhere. Max blinked in surprise as he was hit by his ex-boss' crimson-streaked semen, the sticky substance splattering against his chest and face in thick torrents. Grinning widely, the tanuki opened his mouth greedily as he continued to be hosed down by his friend's bloody sperm, gulping it down as if it were water. The taste of the panther's body fluids, combined as they were, intoxicated Max, loosening him up even more. Abandoning the stapler, he gave himself fully to the sharpener, cranking its handle madly as he began thrusting into the grinding blades within, desperate to cum along with Jace.

Jace, meanwhile, was nigh-oblivious to the world around him, focusing solely on mutilating his cock and maintaining his orgasm. To that end, he continued to maul at his crotch, ferally ripping into his shaft with his teeth and his balls with his claws, reducing both to bloody, cum-spewing chunks of raw hamburger within minutes. But that wasn't enough to satisfy him. Growling in dark lust, he yanked his pants off and grabbed the letter opener, spreading his legs as wide as possible. Positioning the tip of the blade right above his pulsating sphincter, he shoved it in to the hilt, snarling in pain as he quickly yet deftly sliced around his rectum, separating it from the rest of his anus. Once that was done, he removed the opener and, with a single tug, pulled his rectum and half his large intestines out of his ass, bringing the end to his muzzle for a thorough licking and chewing before stretching it out and sliding it over his ruined cock like a condom. He shuddered at the sensation, the disembodied tube of flesh still giving off waves of pleasure from the abuse it was receiving, while the hunk of flesh that was his member persisted in its orgasm, filling and bloating the former before his and Max's eyes. As the tanuki watched, the panther yanked more of his intestines out through his rump, gnawing and lapping at its length hungrily as he continued to climax, blood-spiked spunk seeping through the bite marks he left.

This was just too intense for the young tanuki to handle; with a final thrust and frantic turn of the sharpener's crank, Max came hard, overflowing the device with an endless torrent of bloodied cum. Screwing his eyes shut, he grabbed the letter opener and started randomly stabbing at his exposed testicles in a mad rush to exacerbate on his orgasm, continuing to hump into and crank the sharpener, attempting to grind away the last of his tortured, mutilated member. Jace saw this through lidded, ecstasy-blurred eyes, and despite how weak he felt from the loss of blood and his still-intensifying orgasm, he grabbed the scissors and maneuvered his chair behind Max, pushing the tanuki's tail out of the way before ramming the sharp blades right between it and his sphincter. Max eeped in surprise when he felt the icy-cold edge of the scissors penetrating his ass, slicing his rectum free like the panther did to his own, but groaned and came harder when he felt himself being disemboweled just like his former boss, intestines nibbled, mauled, sucked, and stroked. Incensed, Max just kept stabbing his nuts and grinding away at his cock, now all but rendered flesh and a 3" nub. By now, however, both of them were ready to pass out from exsanguination and the euphoric drain of their climaxes, so just as quickly as Max's orgasm peaked during his evisceration, it died down, leaving the tanuki to collapse in his ex-boss' bloody, cum-stained lap, the white and red torrent from his shortened cock tapering off as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Jace, even in his weakened state, smiled as the tanuki curled up in his lap, bending down to lap carefully at his ruined nub of a member, tasting his sweet, salty fluids. It was like ambrosia to him, the tangy mixture of visceral fluid and semen tantalizing his taste buds in a way few have ever done. There was no doubt about it: he was going to love this one. Reaching over to his comm system, the panther called his receptionist for his limo and for the cleaning crew to get to work on his office as soon as they left, then turned to his computer, typing in a few commands before shutting it down and removing a flash drive stick from its USB port. Five minutes later, Jace's chauffeur was carrying both furs down to the limo and driving them back to Jace's mansion. Once inside, Jace and Max were taken to the master bedroom, where the panther finally fell asleep, both furs drifting off in a steadily-slowing pool of blood and strewn and torn organs.

The next morning, Max woke up to a slightly unfamiliar sight: he was naked in a bedroom, covered with blood and sperm, his genitals healed but aching from a rough night of vicious C&BT, but the bedroom wasn't his, and he was being cuddled by a large male panther, also soaked in bloody semen but otherwise unharmed. It took him a few moments to clear away the cobwebs and remember what had happened the other day, but when he did, he felt his sheath and balls swell in euphoric bliss. He still couldn't believe his luck; while all of the other employers who caught him only excused the content he was looking at, never before had anyone be interested in it, let alone actually engage in such behavior.

Looking around the enormous room, the tanuki was astonished with what he saw: dozens of monitors, from normal flatscreen sized to the size of a small theater screen, flipping through hundreds of photographs of Jace and a number of unknown, hyperphallic furs engaging in the same kind of sexual activity Max had sought for all his life, all bloody, all spoogy, and all incredibly hot. Superimposed in the corner of each photo was a website address - vicious-males.org. He didn't recognize the address, and was curious why none of his online friends never mentioned it before, but that all paled in comparison to what he saw next. The next set of photographs the monitors flashed through were of last night, each and every bloody second between him and Jace - even including his online searches before - captured from every angle, and all stamped with the vicious-males.com address in the corner. Looking at his escapades captured on digital film got him hot again, but the fact that they appeared to already be up for viewing and/or sale on the mysterious website shocked and concerned him. Just who was the panther laying next to him, and what the hell was going on?

He was to shortly get his answer. As he stared disbelievingly at the monitors that littered the room, another fur - a panther looking very similar to Jace - entered with a breakfast tray containing only a potato peeler, a juicer, a grater, and an oversized portable gas-powered stove. The panther was naked, his genitals half-again as large as Max's own and fully erect, and simply smiled at the tanuki as he set the tray down by the bed, bending down to grab for something underneath the piece of furniture. When he straightened up, Max's eyes went as wide as the new panther's bits at what he held in his hand: a massive, 30" long, 14" thick spiked and serrated metal dildo, so large that it had to be powered by an electrical cord. Grinning wickedly, the feline plugged in the enormous dong, the metal pole springing to live automatically, the spikes and jagged edges spinning at high speed in a deadly dance of sexual delight. It also sparked, to Max's surprise, revealing that the sex toy was not just powered by the cord, but electrified by it, as well. Now that the toy was up and running, the mysterious panther made his move, positioning his ass over the whirling dervish before plunging it down onto it, shrieking in pained lust as his rectum was penetrated and chewed up by the torturous dildo. The panther's belly bulged as he impaled himself on the dildo, bouncing on it a few times to heighten his arousal and to ensure he got all of it inside him, blood spraying out from his ass with each thrust. Once done, the panther grabbed the base of the toy and, with a mighty heave, sat himself down on the bed in front of Max, grabbing the breakfast tray and plopping his bits onto it invitingly.

Max didn't know what to make of all of this: first, he was caught by his most recent ex-employer looking at sadistic porn, only to engage in that same kind of activity with him in his own office. Then he woke up in the manager's bedroom, to scenes of last night's encounter ready for distribution on some website he had never even known to exist, and now he's apparently being offered to eat the genitals of another panther, who was at the same time destroying his ass with the most brutal sexual torture toy he had ever seen. It was all so surreal to him; he didn't know whether to back away slowly in fear or jump right in. Fortunately, he was saved by Jace, who woke up at that moment. The panther himself was a little perplexed at the scenario before him, and rather worried at the frozen look of unsettledness on the tanuki's face, then laughed as he figured it out, patting Max on the back in reassurance that everything was alright.

As he explained it, he and his twin brother Chase (who was the one offering the tanuki his dick and balls to consume) were members and moderators of vicious-males.org, a not-so-secret underground community of hyperphallic male furs who loved engaging in the same bloody, sadistic, illegal stuff Max enjoyed. Their active members ranged in the hundred millions (as compared to their passive members, which neared 3.5 billion), and despite the highly illegal nature of the website, it proved popular enough even with local and federal law enforcement that it was virtually impossible to shut down or even prosecute any of the members. When asked why Max personally had never heard of it before, Jace just shrugged and suggested that he didn't talk to the right people before; despite its popularity and veritable immunity to legal arraignment, the website's members were still rather sketchy on revealing its existence, so it's likely that if the tanuki did have friends online that were part of the community, they weren't entirely sure how committed to the fetishes he was, or were just too frightened to tell him. As active members themselves, Jace and Chase had videos all over their house and workstations, as well as bringing portable digital cameras whenever they headed out on the town or went camping, specifically so they could capture their exploits for the website. And, to the tanuki's shock, it turned out that all of his other employers were at the very least passive members of the community, which explained why they didn't call the cops on him when they caught him. In fact, it was Max's last employer, an equine children's clubhouse owner by name of Jedah, who referred Jace to him.

Vicious-males.org consisted of three sub-communities: Hyper-Male Mutilation, a community for big-dicked males to show off how they torture their cocks, balls, and asses; Fatal Hyper-Fuck, where surgical fetishes, sexual executions, and other (normally) deadly mutilation fetishes are posted; and Big-Cocked Cubby Carnage, a place for giant-dicked fathers, uncles and other males to have fun with young cubs, the younger (and more sadistic the fuck) the better. Both Jace and Chase were active members in all three communities, though the first more than the other two for obvious reasons, though they knew about a couple dozen males locally who were also active members in all three. To demonstrate, Jace pulled out a remote control from one of the drawers in the bed's headboard and used it to click out of the montage playing on the screens (really a massive customized screensaver for his and Chase's computer network) and log into the website. As he explained the various features of the community to Max, Chase - feeling left out - began to prepare their meal himself, turning up the stove to its maximum temperature before taking the potato peeler to his cock and balls, slowly slicing off thin strips of skin from both, bloodied pre already starting to leak from his piss slit. With each cut, the panther clenched down harder on the dildo skewering his anus, his sphincter, rectum, and intestines all but thoroughly shredded by now, his bladder, kidneys, and prostate now feeling the razor-sharp, electrically-charged brush of the giant metal pole.

Hyper-Male Mutilation was, as its name suggested, an orgy of hyperphallic males wreaking havoc on their own members, testicles, and assholes, usually in the most sadistic and cruel manner possible. In the sampler Jace showed Max, were two such cases: first, a Doberman and Clydesdale gay couple, who owned their own deli shop, showed exactly how they got all of the fresh choice cuts and sauces available at their store - the hungry patrons themselves provided it. According to Jace, it was an incredibly popular homestyle butcher's, dealing only with the biggest, plumpest meats in the area and the most copious, most delicious white and red juices. The tanuki's semi-flaccid, half-inflated genitals ballooned to their full size as he watched a monstrously hung brachiosaur order 250 lbs worth of fresh brachio-meat cut into paper-thin luncheon slices - the same weight as his own 5' long, 18" thick member. It was an agonizingly long process, using the deli's old-style slicer to chop the dinosaur's massive penis to the desired cuts, especially with the brachiosaur trying his best to not cum from the immense pain-pleasure. The fact that the dog and equine were going to town on his ass, stretching it out with both their 20" long, 4" thick (8" thick a the knot) and 46" long, 10" thick cocks, respectively, as well as both arms, didn't help matters any...especially when the brachio decided that it was time the two deli owners stopped teasing him, shoving them both bodily into his sphincter. Eventually, though, the order was finally up, the dinosaur's cock sliced clear to the roots. By that time, however, the massive male was so pent up from holding back during the process - and the horrible teasing of the deli's owners - that he just couldn't hold off, anymore. Being a polite dino, though, the brachiosaur didn't want to mess up the deli any more than he already had from his order, so laying back with his ass up in the air, he pressed his muzzle against the remains of his cock and started giving himself head, massaging his boulder-sized balls to finally allow his bloody load to release down his throat. As hot as it was watching that, however, it was even better watching what the Doberman and Clydesdale were doing inside his ass; to their - and Max's - chagrin, it appeared the brachio had had quite a large meal a few hours ago, and he almost needed to go to the restroom by then. It also looked like he had a nasty case of tapeworms and roundworms, supersized to just under half the dog's cock girth and twice the horse's cock length. Fortunately, the two deli owners just grinned, their cocks growing harder. Grabbing handfuls of the wiggly critters, the two furs began stuffing their asses and piss slits with them, moaning as the worms squirmed inside them, causing them to blow their own loads inside the brachio's ass. Jace revealed he knew the brachio - Serrin - intimately; his sadism and horniness were unsurpassed by any other community member he knew, and his worm problem was an ever-present but harmless medical issue he took advantage of during some of his extra-kinky sex sessions.

The second sampler wasn't as hot as the first, but it was still quite impressive: a great white shark middle school shop teacher and three of his students - a hyena, skunk, and otter - get into some "extracurricular activities" after school. The shark and his tween students were very familiar with using the shop's tools, especially for some naughty hyperphallic fun, so Max wasn't surprised at what he saw. Things started rolling after school hours, the shark and the kids sneaking in to the classroom and locking the doors behind them. Stripping naked, all four furs quickly worked themselves up to full erections - the shark's claspers 34" long, 6" thick each, with basketball-sized balls; the hyena 18" long, 4" thick (with a 7" thick knot) with orange-sized balls; the skunk 13" long, 4.5" thick with softball-sized balls; and the otter 15" long, 6" thick with grapefruit-sized balls - and immediately got to work; the shark grabbed a wood planer from the wood cabinet and clamped his claspers down onto a specialized set of V-shaped vices, tightening them to the point where the fleshy poles couldn't be ripped away even if he wanted to. With a flash of wickedly-serrated teeth, he took the tool and began to scrape it against his claspers, groaning in tortured pleasure as the tool's sharp blade raked across the tough hide of the members, skimming paper-thin slices from it. The hyena, meanwhile, was busy prepping himself for some lathe work. Taking a thick metal pike, he slid its sharp tip into his piss slit and shoved it in all the way, lifting his tail as the rod skewered through his bladder and out his anus. Then, clamping the base of his penis down, he hooked the rod up to the lathe and turned it on, growling in lust as his meaty pole began to twist and spin under the machine's torque, reversing in its spin just before it ripped from his body altogether. Not satisfied with that, however, the hyena took a wide strip of variable-grade sandpaper and applied it to his groin, his growl increasing in pitch as the rough abrasive tore at his sensitive foreskin, adding to the pain-pleasure. And, if that wasn't enough, the spinning of the lathe was also twisting up his pierced rectum, again always threatening to rip it asunder from the sheer torsion the machine was applying to his youthful body but never quite managing to. The skunk was having his own kind of fun, playing around with the shop's drill press and router, using the first on his piss slit while he crammed the blade of the second up his ass, using the largest-gauge bits the classroom had. The double-assault of his urethra and rectum being shredded by the wicked machines was pure ecstasy to the boy, his penile and anal muscles spasming in joy each time the blades rubbed against his vulnerable inner walls. Finally, the otter was having fun with the shop's saws, first splitting his dick right down the middle with a table saw, then turning his aching nuts to the sharp caress of the jigsaw. Of course, after he cut his bits up, he needs to put them back together, so once he was done with the jigsaw, he took a bunch of nails and screws and staples and went to work, patching his nuts and cock up with all the sloppy skill of a horny 12 year old. After several hours of bloody, orgasmic shop work, it was time for the clean-up, which includes a good blasting up the ass and urethra with the shop's compressed air gun.

Fatal Hyper-Fuck was even more exhilarating: surgeons, coroners, death row executioners and serial killers went to town on unwilling, drugged, suicidal, or sometimes recently dead furs, sexually and bloodily torturing and mutilating them for their own pleasure, usually to the point of sexually snuffing them entirely. There were three preview examples shown on the website, this time: the first showed a poor adult male tiger laying naked on the operating table of a big, beefy, 15" long, 5" thick lion surgeon with bowling ball-sized testicles and his two 16" long, 4" thick (6" at the knot), basketball-orbed jackal nurses, all of which were naked and eager to get started. The tiger was fairly small in the crotch, only 5" long and 3" thick, with walnut-sized balls. He was also clearly drugged, unable to move through some kind of anesthesia, though quite awake and aware of his situation...and to Max's cruel delight, the tiger was utterly horrified with what was about to happen. The doctors smiled in glee at the feline's weak, slurred pleas against what they had in store for him, their cocks growing hard at the thought of abusing and snuffing their patient.

Picking up a scalpel, the hunky lion doctor slid it right under the tiger's chin, then with slow, deliberate strokes, made an incision in the skin straight down the length of the feline's throat, chest, and stomach, to the base of his groin. He then made several V-shaped incisions across the tiger's neck, chest, and stomach, before peeling the sliced skin back, revealing the tiger's insides. The tiger groaned in dull pain, but was silenced as one of the jackal nurses locked his muzzle against the feline's in a lewd forced french kiss. The other nurse, meanwhile, had made a similar incision in the scalp of the tiger, and had similarly peeled it back, exposing the tiger's skull. Taking up a bone saw, the jackal nurse carefully cut through the top of the skull, handing it off to the lion once he was able to remove the bone and expose the tiger's skull. The lion did the same to the tiger's exposed sternum, using a set of unobtrusive abdominal retractors to spread the split ribcage apart wide enough to clearly expose and allow the removal of the tiger's internal organs.

Smiling cruelly in lust, the lion started stroking the tiger into an erection before straddling it, easing his ass onto the cock, letting out a moan as the tiger's member slipped easily into him. The tiger couldn't see the lion stroking his exposed organs, but he could feel it when the lion scooped up his rectum and yanked it out, tearing it from his sphincter with a wet, nasty rrrrriiiiipp. Bringing the organ up to his face, the lion started licking and chewing on it before moving the torn entrance to his cockhead, shoving it onto it like a condom. The tiger groaned in pained pleasure as he felt his cock and rectum teased and fucked, only for the groan to change into warbling madness as the hyena over his head started dry-humping his exposed brain. The nurse beside him, not wanting to be left out, took the scalpel and grabbed one of the tiger's arms, slicing down his forearm to expose the veins there. With a deft slice, he severed one of the major veins and, with the practice of a sadistic surgeon, shoved the spurting tube down into his urethra, groaning gently as he felt his pisshole, bladder and balls fill with the tiger's blood. With the rest of the tiger's arm, the jackal fondled himself, first forcing the tiger's hand to grip and tease his balls, then - sitting back to expose his anus - shoving the tiger's fist in, working it in and out like a dildo. All the while, he continued to franch kiss the tiger, muffling his screams and cries as he was worked over thoroughly by the sadistic surgeons.

Sadly, as a preview, the movie came to a stop just before any other carnage could devolve, ending just as the jackal torturing the guy's arm started slicing off parts as he jammed them up his ass, the jackal humping the tiger's brain deciding to shove his cockhead in between his lobes, and the Lion starting on the tiger's other organs. As Jace explained, the full video has them totally eviscerating the poor tiger for their own lust, with the tiger stripped down to the bone and said bones being used as dildos to them. The tiger, naturally, didn't survive, but in the end he grew to like the sadism. He also admitted that the lion was his and his brother's family doctor, which gave them certain perks during their visits - like visiting the maternity ward to fuck with the cubs there.

The next video was of a father/son hunting trip. The duo - a pair of bucks with similar-sized cocks - were stalking a non-morphic version of their species, guns at the ready to take the shot.