WARNING: The following contains the removal of several sets of balls and a cock from males. Repeat, castraton, trickery, pain and penectomy ahead. If this is not your thing LEAVE NOW. I can’t emphasize enough that you should leave if you don’t enjoy these things. If you do however, feel free to pull up a chair and watch Charn go to work on some poor unsuspecting males.

	Charn stood in front of the Golden Hawk spa, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips just looking at the big males coming and going from the door already. The Golden Hawk was the sort of place sports stars and the eminently wealthy came to, folks who could put down a thousand on a massage and not bat an eyelash. It’d taken a lot of doing to get the uniform from the place, and more to find a key. This day however would be more than worth it, Charn had been working towards it for a good solid month now, and this was going to be a hell of a day ending in the meal of a lifetime.

	Charn made his way quickly to the side entrance, and felt a moment of tension as he slipped his falsified card though the reader. His hackles raised a bit, waiting, eyeing the little red light on the reader. It finally flashed green and he let out a quiet sigh of relief as he headed inside, that was the big one, the big hurdle to getting inside. Once past that he was in the changing room for the staff, and their turnover was high enough due to the caustic nature of some of their clients that another new face wouldn’t draw any ire or worry at all. He stripped down in the locker room, drawing his shirt up along his own well sculpted white furred chest and across his orange and black striped back, tossing it into his bag. Next he tugged on the muscle shirt he’d wear, emblazoned with the spa’s logo. The big tiger couldn’t help a bit of a purr looking himself over in it, damn, no wonder the big studs liked this place, the uniform put the staff as on display as the studs would be no doubt. Might also explain some of the ‘other’ rumors about what goes on here too charn thought. 

	He finished dressing, tugging on the tight shorts which also bunched his own junk up into a pleasing and somewhat arousing lycra bulge, before slipping on a pair of sandals and heading out into the spa proper. The scents in the halls were light, fragrant and relaxing, little tones of chamomile and lavender. Though the heady humidity in the air told him right where he was, he was near the saunas. Charn couldn’t hide his grin as he approached the steam rooms, peering at the indicators on the doors. Two women, no nothing worthwhile in the first one. Man and a woman, nah too much competition in that one. The third however, one male and a ‘do not disturb’ marker. “Perfect”, he said with a rumbling chuckle as he tugged the door open, snagging a ladle and a water bucket to add to the stones. He stepped in, faking a stumble a bit as he passed the lip of the door. He errred and looked up at the big ram inside. He was big alright, easily a head taller than charn was, big curled horns sliding along the sides of his head. His fur was a soft grey, his belly and chest creamy white trailing down between his legs and inner thighs. He was muscled almost obscenely as well, and charn soon recognised the man as Taylor Rukor. A mixed martial arts star who took his share of bruises over the years and usually had a habit of wearing tight shorts on stage, and going for grappling more often than punching. “I ‘thought’ I put up a do not disturb.”

	Charn put on a convincing show of being embarrassed his ears flattening in the muggy air of the room. “I..I ah...l..look I’m new, I didn’t know what the marker meant, I thought the room was empty sir, is ah..is there anything I could do to make it up to you? I could see about a complimentary drink or something...” The ram snorted derisively. “If I wanted booze I woulda ordered it you idiot. If you wanna ‘pay’ me there’s only one thing you can do that’s gonna keep me from reporting your ass to your manager.”, the ram grunted and pointed to his crotch, charn hadn’t gotten a good look yet thanks to the steam, but now it parted enough he could. Taylor’s cock was thick, an impressive bit of manhood to be sure, but the real prize was beneath that. The Ram’s balls would have looked more fitting on an equine or maybe some form of rodent, each easily a palmful to charn. Thankfully charn’s reflexive gulp didn’t come off as hunger so much as nerves to his ‘captor’ who just grinned. “Go ahead tiger, pour that water on the rocks to make things a bit better for us and then you just get to work on me.”

	Charn smiled sheepishly, jerkily and swiftly pouring the water entirely into the rocks to send up a huge fog of steam, it of course only made the musky scent of male in the room more potent as well. Taylor let out a groan of pleasure, relaxing back in the steam with his legs well spread. Charn took a moment, having to more follow his nose then his eyes over to taylor’s crotch in the heavy fog. His paws eventually closed around that thick shaft and the warm fuzzy pouch beneath it. He leaned in, pressing his nose to those big orbs and moaning softly as he took some deep breaths of that strong scent of manhood. He kneeled before Talyor, and his paws both cupped the big balls, gently rubbing over them and squeezing them softly together as he nosed at the spot between them. Charn could feel his own erection stiffening at just the thought of what he was going to do, but he took another deep breath and focused on his task, there’d be plenty of time for self pleasure while things marinated back home. His tongue stuck out, slowly sliding it’s rough raspy way up those soft peach furred orbs. Taylor for his part moaned out loudly, his thick shaft becoming fully hard, the tan colored length starting to drool musky pre down along its underside. “Yeaah...I ain’t the first male you put your tongue on, am I tiger?”, Taylor teased, his paw petting though charn’s hair and then gripping it firmly, guiding that rasping tongue along his cock, cleaning up the thick drool of precum slicking its way down the ram’s big shaft. Charn let himself be guided, not wanting to break the subservient mask he wore for now, his fingers gently working the neck of that fuzzy sac, milking the big thick orbs down to the absolute bottom of their pouch as his lips found their way to Taylor’s tip, sealing firmly over it for a warm suckle. Talyor smirked, closing his eyes as he felt Charn’s lips sliding down his thick shaft, the big ram was in bliss, having complete command, or so he thought at least. Charn was however rather grinning inside his head. He was sorely tempted to chomp down on that thick shaft, his teeth softly occasionally scraping the tender skin of the ram’s shaft but only just enough to seem ‘unskilled’ a bit not so much to hint what he was going to do. His paws gently gripped those huge orbs now, and started to slowly twist them, continuing to squeeze and rub the thick nuggets with each twist. He did it slowly, making sure his muzzle kept tight and warm over the relaxed ram’s cock. He increased the pressure, mewling softly around the thick cock and then purrring a  bit to add a lil vibration to it. For Taylor, all he really felt was a bit of pressure around where his balls were, his eyes closed and paw only loosely in Charn’s hair. To him it didn’t even really hurt too much as the tiger slowly twisted those orbs, over, and over. Each time those poor doomed orbs twisted around they grew a bit redder, but charn amusingly noted the steam room was keeping them warm. Normally they would have started to cool by now which could occasionally be felt, but the ram wouldn’t be able to tell at all as his big nuggets started to starve. Not that he was likely to notice now as he ramped up the blowjob he was giving, letting the tip of the big male’s cock slide into his tight cloying throat. Taylor just moaned out, his hands falling limply to his sides now as he panted, gods this tiger was a natural, he felt like his balls were going to blast off from how turned on he was. The ram’s hips weakly thrusted up at charn’s maw, his body tensing as charn smiled around it, just a few more twists, the skin tightening, the cords inside kinking, twisting, then with a inaudible ‘snap’ those big balls just tugged right off, every blood vessel and bit of skin perfectly pinched off by the tiger’s practiced paws. Moments later Taylor’s hips heaved, and a heavy slick of semenless pre went splattering into charn’s throat and down into his belly. He pulled off, suckling hard to pull every drip off his ‘client’ as he quietly dropped his first trophy into the bucket he’d brought in.

	Taylor smirked, eyes still closed. “good...now get out, and make sure this time no one else disturbs me, I just wanna enjoy my steam now without any of you lame brains letting it out. Charn nodded and put on another sheepish look smiling. “N..not a problem sir!”he swiftly snagged the bucket and stepped outside the steam room. He took a moment, and lifted the pouch from his bucket, licking his lips and pressing his nose to it for a warm sniff. They still carried their owner’s scent, and he was so hard he could feel the inside of his lycra shorts were getting a lil slicked, but he couldn’t let himself get distracted. So many ‘plums’ yet to pluck.

	After securing his trophy back in his bag beside a cold pack from home to keep it fresh, Charn returned to stalking his prey, making his way through the halls quietly and peeking into each room in turn. His next target he found within the mud baths, smiling a bit as he looked over the wolf currently in the baths. He could only see the fellow from the chest up due to the thick muck he was settled in, but what he could see was definitely a treat. He was a big grey furred wolf, his chest pristine white where it went down into the muck. The wolf was built, but in a swimmer’s way, sleek corded muscles of an athlete for sure. “You gonna stare or take a picture?” the wolf chuckled and smiled as he looked over to the tiger near the door. Charn stepped in, smiling a bit, “Sorry, couldn’t help but look. You must look after yourself very well.” The wolf shrugged and smiled, “eh well enough...though I know one part of me that hasn’t been ‘looked over’ yet. And these mud baths always leave it begging for attention. What do you say tiger?” Charn licked his lips a bit. Wow the wolf was making it almost too easy for him. “I’ll need a bath after....but what the heck.”Charn went to get in and the wolf hrmed. “wait...first.I wanna get a look at your technique a bit...can’t have just anyone handlin my junk after all.” That caught charn a little off guard. “What do you mean?”The wolf just grinned and pointed at his shorts. “you got a hell of a hardon there, let me see how you handle your own a bit first.” Charn felt his cock throb a bit, well a little teasing couldn’t hurt, the wolf seemed the sort to probably stop him before he came. He slipped the lycra down, freeing his shaft there as he kneeled beside the mud bath, and started to slowly stroke his own shaft, urging more slicks of pre from his shaft to drool out over his paw. The wolf murred and licked his lips at the sight, enjoying his control on the ‘subservient worker’ as he laid there in the relaxing tingling mud. Charn spied the mix nearby, and realized it had a bit of a menthol element to it too, the wolf would be tingling all over, likely he wouldn’t even realize what was really going on till it was too late. It was then charn was snapped back to reality by the wolf snapping his fingers, “hey, hey that’s enough, I wanted a show not a shower pal. Get your ass in here.” Charn grinned and nodded eagerly as he slipped into the mud, not even bothering to tuck back into his shorts. He shivered feeling the mix of warm clinging mud and tingling cool menthol on his shaft as he sunk himself down into the muck, wanting to stay ‘subservient’ he went down to shoulder deep, his arms disappearing into the warm mud.

	Charn’s paws skillfully got to work, starting by warmly stroking the wolf’s sheath under the dark surface. The slow rubbing was soon rewarded with a thick canine shaft starting to expand into his paw up out of the sheath, the wolf’s fur matted and held to his body by the mud adding an interesting smooth feeling to the touches of his paws along him. For the wolf he gasped softly, feeling the slight mentholation of the mud against his cock now, and with the warm slick of a paw across his balls it made the feeling all the stronger on those thick male orbs. Charn noted the wolf’s balls felt a bit smaller than the ram’s had, but they felt a bit denser and heavier. He worked slowly, rubbing and squeezing over those orbs. In reality though, charn was trying to work more of that tingling feeling into the wolf’s balls, wanting to over sensitize them to the point he’d ‘lose’ them’ among the other feelings down there. His fingers gently gripped the wolf’s still soft knot, giving it a slow squeeze and tug that elicited a moan from the wolf. “Christ you got good paws....”,he panted out softly, beads of pre lost off into the slick muck as charn worked at his shaft. He relaxed more, getting shivery and twitchy a bit in the mud. Though he frowned when charn moved his paw off that thick canine shaft. “hey...buddy what gives? I wanteDDDAHHH!” The wolf tensed and arched softly, still weak and shivery from the relaxing mud bath as he was his moves were sluggish when charn’s mud slicked fingers drove themselves right up into the wolf’s virgin pucker. Charn grinned, the wolf still far too shocked to speak other than pants and groans. It’d been so easy, the mud was very slick, and pressing it up under the wolf’s tail had only taken a  bit of pressure, and the tingling feeling now ‘inside’ the wolf had his eyes wide, his mouth gaped and gasping for breath. “N..n...no...k..knock it..o..off I...ahh I’m not...nngha!” Charn’s fingers found the wolf’s prostate, smirking as he started to firmly press over that thick knot of pleasure under the wolf’s tail. Each rub made the trapped wolf quiver and pant, his cock pulsing hotly without even being touched there in the bath, but in a way the churning of the mud about his length was almost as good as it was. Charn’s other paw now pinched tightly with two fingers about the neck of the wolf’s sac. He pinched down harder, slowly choking those big wolf nuts in his paw making the big male wince. He tried to shout for him to stop, or for help but it just broke off into a whine of pain and pleasure, his head lolling back as he groaned. It was so much more intense than anything he’d felt before, those strong fingers curled under his tail, stroking him in that vunerable pleasure spot and urging his knot to thicken without so much as a paw on it. He could feel it, his big balls going numb in the tiger’s powerful fingers, the soft crunching sound came through the mud just barely as the cords started to break. The crunching sound continued, the wolf’s paws reaching down into the mud numbly as he tried to grab at the tiger’s arms, to try and stop him. The pain jetting up from his crotch almost as blinding as the pleasure from under his tail, and then it hit him. First, he felt the tiger pull hard, and tear his orbs clean from his crotch in the tingling mud. At the same time his body twitched, and with a loud groan he came. His slick fluid was lost into the mud, the big wolf panting and wheezing like he’d run for miles. His eyes rolled back and he thudded against the side of the tub, looking simply ‘asleep’ to anyone who might check on him. Charn snickered a bit, sliding out of the mud with his prize and toweling off with the wolf’s towel, which he decided to keep, playfully snagging the remaining one as well in the room, the wolf would have to walk about with mud caked to him a bit, no doubt showing of every detail of his new ‘change’. Though now as he walked back towards the lockers his belly gave an angry growl, all this teasing was getting to him a bit.

	Charn had to stop himself twice from being about to lean down and bite into those big nuggets as he cleaned them. What was worse was he was so hard he it was getting tough to hide even WITH the lycra shorts. Every step was making his cock rub along the slick insides of his underwear. He stalked a little less quietly along the hall this time, and stopped, his nostrils flaring. Oh he knew that scent, he knew it well. Equine sweat, and musk. He worked his way along the hall to the weight room, hearing the familiar clink, ‘thunk’ that goes with a free weight bench press. Charn peeked in, and he spied the roan stallion at work, his muzzle ‘painted’ white and a dapple of white spots along his belly. He grunted, working the big weights up into the air and back down to his chest. Charn also spied some elastic grips, normally used for stretching, a plan forming in his mind as the stallion lifted the weights back into place, shaking with effort as he did. The equine sat up, and eyed charn up and down. “Get me a fresh towel”, he said, whipping the sweaty musky one beside him at Charn who deftly caught the grimy thing. He tossed it into the hamper, and picked up a fresh one as he returned. “I would have thought a big stallion like you wouldn’t need a break from such little weights.” That earned charn a glare. The stallion snorted at him, “Oh? what you think this isn’t much weight? maybe you aughta spot me and get a feel for it then.” Charn smiled and nodded, sliding up to the ‘spot’ position. He helped the equine lift it, get it over his chest, then let go, swiftly tugging out the elastic he’s snagged and pocketed while grabbing the towel. He wrapped an end around each end of the barbell, then swiftly yanked it back and down, tying a quick and solid knot around the base of the bench press stand. The result yanked the bar down against the stallion’s throat, the thick weights choking him, but with all his strength he could keep it just high enough to breath. Charn now took his time, the equine’s eyes following him as he closed, and locked, the workout room door. “now we won’t have anyone to disturb us. you see, I’m very very hungry, and I could use a bit of lunch.”he showed his teeth and padded to the wide eyed stallion’s legs, quickly securing them spread with another elastic. Charn now had an unobstructed view of the horse’s crotch, and he smiled warmly seeing the equine favored the staff’s preference in pants. The compression shorts perfectly showed off the big pair of equine balls, and more amusingly, the ‘choke’ induced hardon quickly spreading its way up towards the horse’s waist, popping its thick fleshy tip out from the top of them as it crawled its way up the big weightlifter’s belly. Charn licked his rough tongue at the big shaft though those shorts to start, till he got up to the exposed flesh showing out of the top, rasping his tongue roughly against that big sensitive cock. The taste was exquisite, the big cock had been marinating for an hour or more in the jock’s sweat and effort from working out. Not to mention his testosterone would be at its peak turned on and trying to ‘save’ himself like this. The horse’s moan from that touch cut off though into a grrk sound from the bar meeting his throat fully again. It made Charn giggle to hear it, the poor male was so doomed. He tugged the compression shorts down, purrring deeply as he gave the whole bare shaft another fierce scrubbing lick. His rough barbed tongue made the thick shaft’s sensitive skin redden, spiking some of that lick with a bit of coppery red thanks to his roughness while his paws gripped the horse’s big balls. He gave them a fierce squeeze, making the body builder's form quiver and twitch as he choked, the pain bringing tears to the big fellow’s eyes. The tiger’s tongue kept scrubbing at that big prick and working up to the tip. He lapped at the pre seeping from the broad head, and his paws released their grip on the equine’s balls. It’d be terrible to ruin the meat for his meal later. But he could certainly sate his hunger for now with this horse’s big meat. He gripped the thick cock, hefting it up and showing of his fanged maw as he opened wide, and sealed his teeth against the broad tip. His tongue licked firmly over it, increasing the pressure and tugging into the poor bound equine’s duct a bit to get a few more whimpers and quivers from his prey. Charn took it slow, sealing his lips around the tip just behind that fleshy cap, before his teeth slowly sheared inward. He was in no rush, and if he was going to have an ‘early’ meal, he wasn’t about to waste the taste. His teeth pushed through the soft meat, cleaving away the tip with a clack of predator teeth coming together. The horse twitched, arched and tried for his part to wriggle his way away, but he was far too weak from the lack of breath and being bound. Charn chewed up the chunk of male meat, and swallowed it back with a moan, going back for more. Clack, clack, clack. Bit by bit that massive rod of equine pride was sheared back, the horse sobbing and coughing as his most ‘impressive’ limb was taken from him. Charn stopped at the medial ring for a moment, suckling firmly at it and swiping his tongue around it, making the horse firm back up and giving him a ‘moment’ of belief he might come out of this with something remaining. Then charn’s strong paws gripped the horse’s cockbase, pushing the sheath back as far as he .. He clamped down like a tight cockring, forcing the equine to stay hard as he bit into the ring, making the equine’s eyes bluge out as those pred fangs cleaved though the sensitive nerves at his cock’s middle. Charn’s hunger was almost sated, but he was in no mood to be gentle yet. His one paw and teeth occupied, cutting his way closer and closer to the big male’s sheath. The equine managed out a squeal of pain though when he felt charn’s other paw, claws out, rake along the back of his soft pouch, cutting through the soft skin protecting the horse’s final bits of manhood away in slow cutting strikes so the ragged skin dumped his naked balls out into the air. The greyblue veiny orbs dangled at the ends of their cords as the horse took ragged pained breaths.Charn finally dug his muzzle into the big sheath, his lips going fully down to his cockbase and cutting it away now into his muzzle as he sat back. He chewed thoughtfully at the last piece of meat, his paws sliding up around those big orbs as the equine’s breath’s strained and settled some, before spiking up into another loud squeak of pain as he grabbed those tender orbs and swiftly yanked them out to the sides, ripping them from the big male’s crotch entirely. Charn smirked and held his prizes up by their cords for the horse to see, the big fellow’s eyes rolling back and the weight thudding to his throat as he passed out. Charn however, didn’t feel much like letting the male die. He instead opted for something far more fun. He freed the horse’s limbs and the big weight off him. He flipped the equine onto his belly, binding him with a towel in his shorts to make it ‘seem’ like nothing was wrong there. He then tugged the shorts down, and using some body oil he stuffed a smaller barbell freeweight into the equine’s tailhole, making the unconscious horse grunt at the big intrusion into his doughnut shaped tailhole. He lastly bound the horse’s muzzle, and left a sign to the effect of ‘my boy has been naughty, enjoy his rear at your leisure’ before retreating back to the employee lockers to stow his latest catch.

	Charn ‘almost’ was upset with himself for that. The chance the horse might be found or blab was a bit higher than his other targets. It’d been more of a risk than he ‘should’ have taken and he’d have to ramp back the violence a bit from here on out lest he risk being found out. But, then again, he also was nice and full now so likely he wouldn’t need to do anything so....extreme now. Passing the massage rooms however, he peered into one and saw something that almost made him slick the inside of his compression shorts to the degree he’d need to wash. There stretched out on a massage table was an elegant black lion, his mane well combed and cared for with an obvious sheen to it. He rolled onto his back, showing off a thick sheath and a large velvet furred pouch beneath it, his eyes locked on those orbs. He had to have them. No doubt about it his meal wouldn’t be complete without that musky pair. He swiftly had the door open, sliding the employee card that was supposed to be there for the actual masseuse out. Now no one would disturb them. The lion arched a brow, looking up at charn as the tiger got out massage oils and started warming the bottles by rubbing them between his paws. “...you’re not my usual boy....do you know what I expect?” Charn stiffened, a possible snag. He coughed, “I’m afraid your usual is feeling a bit under the weather, but I assure you I’m as good, and as willing. Just ask sir.” The lion smirked a bit, “hrm....well at least you have the right attitude...I like being touched. A great deal. But I don’t want you making a mess of my fur, besides if the my lady smells anything on me she’d probably try and stop me from coming here.”, He laid back paws behind his head. “so what I want you to do, is to stroke me with your paws, get me good and primed for her so she thinks she’s still getting me to the finish in a flash like she used to. You understand?” The big lion said with a rolling purring chuckle. 
	
	Charn just smiled. This one was going to be fun. “Alright sir...but I also have some special methods I’d like to use. You’ll need to lay on your back, legs spread a bit, and just relax and let me work. It might hurt a bit but I assure you it’s well worth it. And I promise it will leave a perfect ache between your legs for the missus.” Charn slicked the oil onto his paws, and then pressed them first to the lion’s chest, petting firmly though the fuzz of mane going down between his pecs. The lion’s fur gained an oily sheen as he worked his way along the muscles, he knew enough about massage to give a very good one, and how to help make sure a male would stay good and limp afterward for a long while. His touches soon had the lion’s sheath thickening, his fingers trailing their way down the ebon furred sides and hips. He trailed down each leg, and each arm, leaving the lion moaning softly in pleasure and relaxation. Once he’d done the ‘standard’ places, his paws then went to the lion’s crotch. He gripped at the lion’s balls with one paw, and ground a knuckle up into the space behind them, making him wince. “Careful! that’s hurting...” Charn chuckled softly, and gave a soft purrr as his oiled paw gripped the lion’s shaft, starting to stroke it slowly. “Trust me sir, you said you didn’t want a ‘mess’ on you yes? With my knuckle there you won’t be able to make any mess at all, you’ll adjust soon enough don’t worry.”, though what he didn’t mention was that his knuckle was also crushing the nerve that went down into the big male’s balls, slowly numbing those big orbs as his paw worked the slick pink cock. Charn’s skilled fingers milked the lion’s cock, his fingertips gently stroking over the barbs and lightly flicking them as he passed them before going back down towards his cockbase. The lion’s big balls laid warmly across charn’s wrist though, his middle finger ground into the lion’s crotch, while his thumb and remaining fingers squeezed at the fleshy fat orbs. He took his time, being methodical as the big lion’s purrring stayed steady and light with the occasional groan of pleasure alongside it. “Gods you are good...I’m so hard it hurts but so relaxed I could drift right off to sleep...”he panted out softly, and as he said that charn extended his pinky claw, and jabbed it into the lion’s tender sac, stabbing between those orbs. No reaction at all. As the lion’s relaxed body slowly slipped off to sleep, he cut the soft flesh along its seam, exposing two big lion balls into the open air. Charn felt like something out of a treasure hunter movie, his fingers deftly lifting those two big orbs, their cords linking them into the lion’s crotch still. He weighed them, gulping softly as he slowly settled the lion’s shaft onto his sleeping belly. He reached in now with his free paw, and pushed his index and thumb claws against the two cords. It was a swift quick snip, and both balls were freed, the lion never being the wiser about being turned into a gelding. Charn slipped out the door, closing it behind him and slipping a ‘do not disturb’ sign into place on the door. One more he thought, just one more pair ought to be enough.

	Charn panted a bit as he put away the newest set of orbs into his little hidden cooler. His arms burned a little after the fun with the lion, but he still needed just a bit more. He shook his arms out and headed back out into the spa once more, this time coming by the whirlpools. He spied an albino bunny this time, the rabbit striding towards the whirlpool baths with a smile. His nose, pads and eyes were a soft pink, and he wasn’t nearly as ‘built’ as the other males he’d taken today. However the rabbit’s ‘rodent heritage’ was showing through for sure. His balls were easily a match for the set he’d taken first today, big ripe and round and begging for the taking. The whirlpools were designed with a reclined bed of sorts in each one to lay back in, the rabbit laying in up to his neck and moaning softly at the feel of the water around his naked form. Charn waited, counting a bit to let the rabbit get good and relaxed, and to let his balls soak a bit and hang lower. He smiled also as he sniffed the air. No chlorine, they must use a saline baths of some sort, so no risk to his prize soaking in it ether. He leaned over the rabbit and chuckled softly. “enjoying the baths sir?”, he asked with his ropey tail flicking about behind him. The bunny’s ears perked and he looked up, first spying the tiger’s crotch, and the thick cock outlined in those compression shorts of his. “I..I ah yes, very much.”, the rabbit said with a soft buttery tone. Charn almost regretted taking those big orbs hearing him speak like that, but hungry tigers were not to be denied. He leaned in close, purrring deeply over the rabbit his nose pressing to smaller male’s. “I’m here to offer you a bit of ‘special’ service. Just nod if you would like it.”, the rabbit no doubt knew the place’s reputation, and gulped softly befoe giving a little nod. Charn smiled at that, and slipped into the bath atop the bunny. He growled softly as he reached under the water and pressed his chest pressed to the rabbit’s to hold him still. One paw went down, gripping the already firmly throbbing rabbit cock down there and slowly starting to stroke the slim shaft, as his other paw slipped under the rabbit’s toned leg, and then gripped the fat orbs by the neck of their sac, tugging them down firmly to the extent they could go in the swirling water. That got a squeak of pain from the rabbit, which charn answered with his lips. He growled deeply, fiercely kissing the smaller shivering male and holding the trapped rodent to the soft cushioning of the ‘bed’ below him. Charn’s tongue pressed past the rabbit’s lips, firmly licking and slicking across the bunny’s soft and smooth tongue as he moaned heatedly against the pred’s lips. Their tongues danced, twining and slipping across each other as soft smacking sounds escaped their  lips shifted positions.Their heads tilted each to the sides to deepen the passionate lock of their muzzles. Charn’s paw on the bunny’s balls though, was busy, slowly cutting a hairline cut across the bunny’s sac, deepening the cut more and more with each pass as he distracted the lithe male though kiss and paw on his shaft. Charn could feel the slim rabbit cock’s pre spilling into the water there was so much of it, and felt the rabbit jump against him as he finally slit open the tender pouch, spilling those big orbs out into the water. They twitched and danced in the water’s buffet at the ends of their cords, and charn gripped the left one, starting to slowly twist the cord, letting the swirling water help him as he felt the bunny groan and stiffen under him. The best part, was this time he knew. He knew the rabbit could tell what was being done to him. The rabbit knew full well he was being unmaled, and with the passion of the kiss back, he wanted it. The little prey animal wanted his oversized nuts taken from him and charn was more than welcome to oblige. Each twist strangled that big orb just a bit more, the rabbit’s legs quivering from the mixed pain and pleasure of it han his knees bowing inward. Charn’s legs swiftly pinned them spread though, preventing him from the natural instinct to curl up and protect those nuggets between his legs. He felt the cord weakening now, and his fingers pressed firmly to the twisted cord, nearly mastrubating it as he worried it thinner, and thinner. Till with a snap it was free, swirled away from the touch of the big tiger to rest against the grate at the drain. The rabbit was nearly hyperventilating though his nose now as charn gripped the remaining cord, and just started to pull. The bunny winced, tears in his eyes but a deep sluttish moan in his throat as he eagerly worked the kiss back at the big tiger. Bit by bit the cord started to give, flesh slowly tearing from its moorings as the rabbit’s toes curled in pleasure. Charn felt it as he tore the orb enough it flowed free into the water to join its brother, a slick of fluid splattering his paw in the water that was working the rabbit’s cock. Charn slowly broke the kiss, panting hard himself as the bunny smiled and blushed, “a...any chance I can..w..watch you work sometime? “  Charn grinned, “I’ll look you up in the registry when I go, maybe I can work somethin out...if you can find me someone worth taking of course.” the bunny blushed and leaned up to kiss Charn’s nose softly before he flopped back, his eyes closing as he passed out there in the whirlpool.

Charn was all smiles at home. He’d set up the mix in the fridge marinating while he cleaned up, a warm shower to get all the remaining grime and other such from his fur. Then he set some music going soft pleasant stuff, as well as setting up a comfortable couch to lounge on for his meal. He finished cooking his rice, setting it out onto a plate. Then with a loud growl from his belly and a hard throb from his own thick cock, he opened up the fridge. He spooned out his ceviche onto the rice, a mix of all ten ‘oysters’ he’d collected diced into chili pepper, mango, lime juice and a few spices in mix that charn had perfected over the years of his hunts. Naked he strode into his living room to lounge back across the couch, the plate on a table beside it. His cock was streaming pre, drooling it onto his belly as he licked his lips, taking in the scent at first of his hard won meal, sweet, salty, spicy and musky tickling his nose. He lifted the first bite from the plate on a fork with reverence, and slowly slipped it between his lips. He chewed slowly, thoughtfully, feeling the mix of male flavors, spicy burn and sweet mango on his tongue. The soft meat gave with no trouble splattering the flavors across his palate as he moaned softly. His mind went back over each one, and he panted softly, smiling. He’d been ‘off the clock’ so long from hunting he’d worried maybe he’d lost his edge. But once the difficult part was over, getting his paws on the uniform and the keycard in, it’d gone smooth as clockwork. Five males, forever lost their balls, and one he’d even torn the cock from and left him nothing but a fuck hole for other males. He felt his pulse racing as he took another bite, his shaft twitching messily against his belly. He’d planned to just eat then paw himself off but after being so long without the taste of ruined manhood on his tongue it was getting him turned on beyond what he’d planned. With the fourth bite he groaned out, laying his head back and growling out in pleasure as his own seed splattered from his pointed cocktip, slicking white across his belly,chest, and even a rope of it smacking against his chin from the force of his orgasm. He panted there smiling and chuckling softly as he licked his lips. “I still got it...hehehe...”