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The mid-day sun hung high in the cloudless sky, beating down on the crowd of people gathered below. The village square was packed with every inhabitant that dwelled there, all crowded around a ring of wooden poles driven into the sandy dirt each connected by thin ropes. Heat radiated off of the sand, shimmering in the summer air. Cicadas buzzed in the trees that dotted the village, and grasshoppers sawed in the tall grass of the plains around it. It was one of the hottest afternoons yet this year, the dog days of summer bringing their full fury to bear. The crowd had gathered in this sweltering heat it seemed to stare at a single figure in the center of that ring of ropes and poles. The wolverine's dark pelt absorbed the rays of the sun and gave off the shimmering rays of heat just as much as the golden sand at his feet. He was entirely naked, his hulking form admired by every eye that beheld him. He was a beast of solid muscle, not quite six feet of bone and brawn. His arms were as wide as most men's thighs, corded with muscle. His chest was broad and his pecs defined under his shaggy pelt. His gut was less cut, a stretch of solid muscle nonetheless. His chocolate-brown skinned cock hung heavily between his tree-trunk thighs, enviable in its flaccid length and girth, head shrouded in foreskin. A thick iron ring pierced the tip of his cock, stretching it downwards from beneath the wolverine's foreskin. His meaty balls dangled between his slightly spread legs, low and loose from the heat. Each orb was the size of a lemon at least, fat and soaked with the wolverine's musky sweat. The fur on his chest and groin was black except for a small arrowhead shaped patch of cream white. His neck, shoulders and arms were covered with darker, rust red fur that cascaded down his back except for a patch of black right in the middle that extended down over the firm boulders of his glutes and hamstrings. His name was Rozomak, and he was the executioner. The crowd parted slowly as the clink of metal chains rang through the still, muggy summer air. Rozomak turned to watch the village guards bringing the latest criminal to him. A smile parted the wolverine's lips, revealing his wicked curved teeth, his cinnamon brown eyes narrowing in anticipation. The akita was shackled at the wrists and ankles, with a guard on either side of him. A third guard was at his back, with a spear pointed between the akita's shoulder blades. Rozomak eyed him openly, his eyes raking over the canine's form. The wolverine's red tongue licked his lips. The akita was every bit as burly as Rozomak himself, his arms and chest seemingly cut from granite stone. His fur was white around his chest and groin, but a silvery gray color over his shoulders and back. His muzzle was tipped with black. The dog's girthy cock and plump balls swayed from side to side as he was walked forward, nowhere near the prize that hung from Rozomak's loins, but still quite hefty and desireable. The canine scowled at the crowd staring at him, baring his teeth. His name was Elias, and he was accused of murder. The guards took the shackles from Elias's feet and hands, and forced him to step over the rope boundary of the ring. Rozomak grinned a little wider, getting a brief flash of the akita's heavy nuts unobscured by his leg, and a glimpse of the pink tailhole that nestled between the cheeks of his firm ass. The dog stood a few feet away from Rozomak, eyeing him defiantly, his hazel eyes full of malice. Rozomak raised his arms at his sides and turned to the crowd, his deep voice rising as he spoke. "Before you all stands Elias, who is accused of committing murder. The merchant, Silas, has been found dead, and the finger of guilt pointed at Elias as the killer who was spotted fleeing the scene of the murder. However, the accuser and witness is none too reliable, a drunkard and known enemy of Elias whose testimony leaves much to be desired. Elias may simply have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Thus there is only one course of action. The gods will decide Elias's guilt or innocence. Today, in front of you all, Elias will face me in unarmed combat under the searing eye of the gods. Should Elias prove the victor and slays me, then he is to be freed and cleared of any guilt in this matter. However, should he lose, he will die for his guilt." Rozomak chuckled darkly as he finished his proclamation, turning to face Elias once more. The akita stared back at him, his eyes hard as chips of glass and just as sharp. He cracked his neck, and his knuckles. Rozomak grinned. "Does the accused have anything to say?" he growled. Elias smirked. "Only that I'm going to enjoy pissing on your corpse once I'm done with you. I will walk from here a free man, and you will rot in hell." he snapped through his bared teeth. Rozomak laughed. "Then may the gods have mercy on you if you are innocent, and may you feel their wrath if you are not." the wolverine replied as he lowered himself into a ready stance. The wolverine and akita began to circle one another slowly, their eyes sizing each other up. The sun's heat beat down on them like an oppressive weight, and sweat dripped from both combatants to stain the sandy dirt beneath them. Each watched the other, looking for a stumble, a misplaced weight, any weakness they could exploit. It was Elias who attacked first. The akita charged like an angry bull and slammed into Rozomak, expecting to knock the wolverine down. Rozomak however caught the charge easily, and Elias ended up chest to chest with the grinning wolverine. The dog's arms locked around Rozomak's wide waist and tried to twist him off balance, but it was like trying to flip a boulder. Elias's feet dug ruts into the sandy dirt, kicking up clouds of dry dust as he tried to push Rozomak. The wolverine dug in, bracing against the akita's attack. He grunted and grabbed Elias's midsection and wrenched him hard, twisting the dog off balance and sending him sprawling to the ground where he rolled a few times before coming to a stop. "You're going to have to do better than that if you don't want to die, pup." Rozomak growled, smirking as he watched the snarling akita get to his feet. Elias yelled, charging in with a series of punches. Rozomak blocked most, but one got through his defenses and slammed the wolverine's gut, and another snapped his head back before he could react. He caught Elias's arm, growling as he yanked hard on it to put the akita off-balance. He sidestepped, using the akita's momentum against him as Elias kept moving forward. Rozomak bashed his thick leg into Elias's stomach, reversing his direction and again sending the dog into the dirt. Smirking, Rozomak wiped the blood from his split lip on the back of his wrist. "Not bad. Maybe you will last longer than five minutes after all." He taunted. "Fuck you!" Elias wheezed, his arms cradling his stomach where Rozomak had kicked him. He struggled to his knees, and then to his feet, only to find Rozomak bearing down on him once more. The wolverine threw a hard left, and Elias ducked it only to feel the wolverine's fist hammer against the side of his head from the right. He snarled, seeing stars as he staggered to the side. He sensed Rozomak pushing his advantage and barely managed to catch the wolverine's foot a split second before it would have slammed into his midsection again. Elias shoved and lifted, jerking the wolverine's leg upward while simultaneously pushing him backwards. Rozomak grunted as he was flipped onto his back hard, leaving a shallow dent in the sandy ground. He could feel the heat of it against his back as Elias landed on top of Rozomak, driving the wind from the wolverine's lungs. Grinning crazily with his advantage, Elias straddled Rozomak's girth and began punching the wolverine viciously, whipping his head from side to side as each blow smacked home. Only three blows connected, however, before Rozomak tucked his chin in against his chest and brought his own arms up to protect his face and head. Elias changed the angle of his strikes, bringing his knuckles down hard on the top of Rozomak's head. He succeeded only in nearly breaking his fingers against the rock-like bone of the top of the wolverine's skull. Rozomak felt Elias recoil, heard him yelp and he knew he had his chance. He shot his fists forward, smacking them open palmed into Elias's stomach. It drove the wind from the akita and pushed him back enough that Rozomak was able to get a foot up and kick Elias the rest of the way off of him. Elias landed hard in the dirt on his back, clutching his brutalized midsection as he gasped for breath. The sun's light was almost blinding as it shone down on his face, making his eyes sting even through their closed lids. Rozomak rolled over and heaved himself to his feet. His face ached from the akita's punches, his nose dribbling blood and his eye slightly swollen. He smirked to himself, feeling his cock hanging heavily with a semi-erection as the adrenaline began to pump like liquid fire through his veins. Exhilarated, Rozomak bellowed and advanced on the fallen akita. He gave a short hop as he reached Elias, and threw himself forward, intending to bodyslam the akita on the ground. Elias felt the shadow pass over his eyes and he rolled aside just in time. Instead, Rozomak slammed belly-down onto the ground so hard that it shook. Elias wasted no time. He rolled on top of the wolverine and wrapped his arm around Rozomak's thick neck, grabbing his wrist with his other hand. Rozomak's eyes bulged as that powerful forearm locked against his throat like a steel bar, and cut off his breath. He had been struggling to get his wind after it had been driven out of him again, and now the wolverine's lungs burned as the needed air was denied them entirely. Rozomak gagged as Elias heaved him backwards, using his leverage to stand up while still strangling the wolverine. Rozomak was pulled up to his knees and held their, stars exploding behind his eyes as Elias's grip cinched down into place inescapably. Rozomak's thick red tongue bulged from his mouth as he tried to suck down air that wouldn't come. "I have you now. You've lost, 'executioner'." Elias whispered down at Rozomak. "Just so you know while you die, I did kill Silas. I was bored and he was easy. He met his end on the tip of my cock. It's a shame I can't do the same to you, but crushing your throat and watching your suffocate is almost as good!" Rozomak gurgled, his hands clawing at the akita's arm locked around his neck. He drew blood, but Elias never relented. Rozomak could feel Elias's cock grow hard against the back of his neck, grinding into the wolverine's shaggy fur. The wolverine's heart hammered against his ribs, pumping stale blood into his organs and brain. He needed oxygen. He felt his muscles starting to weaken and burn as they were denied what they needed to survive. Distantly he felt his own cock ragingly hard, jutting up between his legs as the adrenaline and fear ramped up to critical levels. With one desperate surge of strength, Rozomak reached up and dragged his sharp, hooked claws down Elias's face. The dog was taken by surprise, and he screamed as Rozomak clawed his eye out. A gasp from the watching crowd went up and Elias dropped Rozomak instantly, his hands going to his face as blood poured down his neck and chest, dripping between his fingers. Rozomak coughed, tasting blood as he sucked air into his lungs. His brutalized throat screamed in pain, raw as the air tore at it but Rozomak gulped it down anyway, his hand clutching his throat. Elias was staggering around, howling and cussing as he held the side of his face. "You BASTARD! You fucking BASTARD! I'll KILL YOU!!" He snarled, as his blood spattered the sand. Rozomak staggered to his feet, still gulping down huge lungfuls of air. He could feel the bruise forming on his throat and he still tasted blood on his tongue, but his strength was slowly returning. His thick cock swayed stiffly between his legs as he got up, bouncing as precum ran down the iron ring through his wide head. Nothing else in the world even compared to the rush that Rozomak was feeling then. His brush with death empowered him, and he was determined to show Elias just how badly he had missed his chance. Elias was hardly ready when Rozomak's first punch cannoned into his face. He yelped, staggering, as another brutal blow crashed into the other side of his head, knocking his hand away from his ruined eyeball. Another blow and another slammed home, jarring the akita's brain around in his skull and leaving him dazed. A third pounded into his solar plexus like a sledgehammer. Elias doubled over, clutching his chest. Rozomak paused in his onslaught, as Elias stared up at him. The left side of the dog's face was streaked with three deep claw marks, the middle of which had destroyed his eye. The white of bone was visible through the deep slashes, even through the pouring blood. The other hazel colored eye glared hatred at Rozomak. Elias snarled. He lunged up from his doubled over position with a burst of energy, launching a vicious uppercut that took Rozomak by surprise. The wolverine's head shot backwards so hard he lost his balance and had to stagger to catch himself. Elias lunged in, hammering two fast blows to Rozomak's unprotected stomach and then he slammed a kick to the wolverine's dangling balls. Rozomak gagged as his testicles slammed into his pelvis, caught between Elias's hard shin bone and his own body. His rigid cock bounced wildly, slinging precum in silvery ropes that slimed the akita's thigh. Rozomak stumbled aside, his head spinning as his guts curdled from the kick to his manhood. "You...are going...to pay...for my eye..." Elias growled quietly, his voice trembling with rage and pain. "I'm going to...rip your eyes out...rip your tongue out...tear out your balls...and then I'm going to shove it all..down your throat...and watch you choke to death on it..." he panted, prowling toward the wolverine who was still trying to recover. He kicked him hard in the stomach, pushing Rozomak down to his knees. Elias grabbed the back of the wolverine's head, his fingers knotting in the loose nape skin and fur there as he jerked Rozomak's head back. Rozomak's vision swam as he stared up at the vengeful canine, silhouetted against the bright summer sky. Elias raised his hand, his fingers extended in a claw. "Take one last look at the man who killed you, bitch." Elias snarled, tensing his arm back as he prepared to drive his fingers into Rozomak's left eye. He lunged down, grinning in vicious triumph. Elias's hand stopped centimeters away from Rozomak's eye. The wolverine's hands were clasped tightly around Elias's wrist, having caught him a hairsbreadth away from his target. Elias snarled, jerking, trying to free his hand. Rozomak twisted sharply and the snap of bone rang out like a gunshot. Elias howled! He howled and screamed, staring horrified at the bone of his forearm jutting up from his flesh. Blood gushed and poured, staining Rozomak's face as the wolverine rose to his feet, still holding the akita's mutilated, twisted arm. The wolverine's other hand grabbed the akita by his scruff. Elias stared at him, his face pulled taut by the iron grip on his neck. He whimpered. Rozomak spat out a tooth, blood running down his chin. "You haven't killed anyone except a man who was too weak to defend himself, mutt. Silas deserved better than to die for your amusement." the wolverine growled furiously, his cinnamon brown eyes smoldering as hotly as the shining sun above them. Rozomak's other fist crashed into Elias's stomach. He held the dog by the neck and punched him again and again, until he felt the tight muscles of the dog's abs start to soften and bruise. Elias's eyes bulged in his head as the wolverine destroyed his core muscles, turning the once wash-board abdominals into a lumpy mess of fur and bruises. Blood erupted from Elias's mouth, as he gagged and choked. Rozomak pulled on Elias's scruff and bent him backwards until he was on his knees staring up at the sky. Rozomak's fist rose above him and slammed down like a meteor. It shattered Elias's nose with a sound like a board hitting rotten fruit. Blood spurted as Rozomak punched him again, and again, teeth and bloody slobber flying away from Elias's face with each blow that landed. Half conscious now, Elias groaned, his jaw hanging open. His good eye was lidded and swollen, nearly shut. It snapped open, however, when Rozomak's wide hand closed around his open lower jaw. "Silas didn't deserve to die for your amusement, but you...you certainly deserve to die for mine." Rozomak growled. He twisted his hand hard, and Elias screamed as both sides of his jaw snapped like twigs. He gurgled, sobbing, as his broken jaw sagged down over his throat, his tongue lolling out. He could no longer speak, his tongue flopping wetly as bloody drool dripped down his chest. His cock was no longer hard, it was shriveled with pain and fear. Rozomak's cock, however, stood as stiffly as a lance, a proud spire of masculine flesh jutting up between his legs. With that grip on his scruff, Elias could do nothing but gurgle as Rozomak slowly lowered his gaping mouth down onto his cock. The wolverine groaned, feeling the eyes of the crowd on him as much as the heat of the sun. It was like sheathing a sword as his huge cock penetrated Elias's spasming throat and sank down into its warm, wet embrace. Elias heaved, gagging violently as the wolverine's piercing scraped the walls of his throat, bloody slobber smearing the wolverine's balls as the dog's tongue flopped uselessly against them. "How does that feel, bitch? My cock down your throat like you did to Silas. Is it hard to breathe?" Rozomak growled, grinning ruthlessly as he started to drag his hips backwards, pulling his bloody dick out of the dog's throat with a wet slurping noise. He speared it back in again, feeling Elias gag wretchedly, the dog's hands pressing against Rozomak's thighs as he tried to resist. Rozomak just laughed. He began to buck, using the dog's throat and ruined mouth just like he would an ass, his weighty balls slapping loudly against the dog's squirming tongue. Elias retched and choked, bubbles of slobber popping as he struggled to breathe around the merciless fucking his mouth and throat was receiving. Rozomak held onto Elias's scruff and used it as a handle to pull the dog into his groin tightly, pressing Elias's nose deep into the sweaty, musky fur of his crotch as he was forced to take every inch of cock the wolverine owned. "Mmm, how does it feel now, killer? Do you feel powerful? Do you feel like a big bad murderer now, with my fat fucking cock down your neck just like it was a cunt?" Rozomak taunted, the pleasure warming his blood almost as much as the elation of victory. There was no escape for Elias now. "You fought well. Even impressed me, but you're nothing. Nothing but a sleeve for my dick in your last moments alive. Your entire worthless life as let up to this moment, to me, dumping my cum in your lungs and drowning you like a runt whelp in a river." Rozomak threw his head back and roared, the orgasm slamming into him like a bolt of lightning. He savagely thrust against Elias's ruined mouth, his cock slurping in and out as it bulged and gushed a flood of hot, salty cum down the akita's throat. Elias burbled and choked, a thick white bubble emerging from his nose as he was forced to aspirate the cumming wolverine's semen. Rozomak gloried, feeling his cum pumping out of his cock, surging down the defeated canine's throat in gooey waves. As Rozomak finished his orgasm, panting, shivering in delight, he tilted his head back and with his free hand, pinched Elias's nostrils closed. The dog was already struggling to breathe, but now his access to oxygen was completely denied as Rozomak lowered him flush with his groin. He was suffocating on the wolverine's cock and balls. Tears ran down the akita's cheek from his good eye, its whites rimmed with red as they bulged with the need to breathe. He tried to pull his head away but Rozomak's grip was absolute. He couldn't even gurgle anymore. All he could do was silently retch and gag, drooling all over Rozomak's balls as his cheeks slowly turned blue under his fur. Elias's struggling slowly stopped. His hands fell from Rozomak's thighs, flopping down to his sides to hang there limply. His remaining eye rolled up into his head, his last image burned forever into his retinas. Rozomak standing against the sky, with the searing sun beating down on them. The gods had made their judgement, and Elias had been found guilty. He died, tasting Rozomak's cock and his cum, his body racked with pain and humiliation.

Rozomak grinned to himself as he watched Elias's life leave him, the murderer becoming the murdered. He pushed the akita's lifeless corpse off of his crotch, his cock leaving his throat with a wet slurp, bouncing stiffly. His prince albert was bloody, having scraped the dog's throat walls to pieces as he'd fucked him. The crowd applauded, as the reverie of watching the wolverine exact the gods' punishment was slowly broken. Good riddance, they thought, cheering for their executioner. Rozomak raised his arms, basking in the adoration of the village as he always did. He had never lost, and the feeling of invincibility grew in his chest as the crowd showered him with their praise. He rid them of those who were dangerous, and Rozomak loved his job. Nothing else gave him such a feeling of elation and power. He was Rozomak, and he was the executioner.