Since killing his favourite student, Oliver had moved to a new state. As far as he was concerned, the disappearance of Adam meant nothing to him. In fact, the kid was rotting in a dumpster somewhere, after he used him for his purpose. 
After uploading about his story on the site, much and more fellow pedos had flocked to his side - offering advice for the best brothels all around the world. He shared experiences, photos and videos with them and they did in return. Many loads were blown over the months. But now, it seemed that his search was at an end - for he had found the perfect cub brothel, specialising in dangerously underage boys, kidnapped from parks, hospitals, and more. 
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Oliver made himself comfortable in the room, sitting by the bedside and watching the TV, which had the following in big red letters: “PLEASE STANDBY. YOUR TOY IS BEING DELIVERED.” 
Oliver smirked to himself, recalling what he ordered while he waits. He requested a baby cheetah cuntboy at 6 months old. Oh, it had no chance with the power of his cub snuffing cock! 
Unbuckling his pants and throwing them down, he jacked his cock to hardness - opening his phone to get hard. 
On the Cocksleeve Cubs site, there were more to it than forums and videos: stories were there too! 
One such author he really liked, was called “Necroboy.” This fur has made many members all across the site blow their load - him included! 
Once pulling up his favourite story, he closed his eyes and imagined what the words were telling him. One would think that a picture would give more pleasure: but words have power that's not to be underestimated! Necroboy was a master at this. 
Suddenly, the door swooped open. Oliver sat his phone down and watched. 
The baby cheetah was delivered on a table in the middle of the room, tied spread-eagled on it, only wearing a soaked diaper, and Oliver noticed a service cart filled with tools next to the table. When he entered, he was already crying as he had most likely been rough handled by the attendants.
Poor thing couldn't even do anything but cry, and Oliver felt especially cruel today. 
He wasted no time in letting his fat cock dangle out in front of the baby, fully erect. He rubbed it against the baby's body; his 18-inch cock covered the whole height of the boy and then more. His cock was much longer than the baby's torso and almost as thick, making it clear it was gonna get bloody.
He then prodded the tip of his fat cock at the diaper of the baby, penetrated through the fabric, and began lightly thrusting - drooling onto the baby.
His pointy tip punctured the fabric of the diaper with ease soon pressing against his the baby's slit, his tip parting the cuntboy’s lips to lodge in there at the first thrust making him wriggle even more his restraints.
Oliver giggled out manically, and thrusted more on the cheetah - making him push upwards on the table. He thrusted until a spike hit the baby's bottom, then slowly pushed it in - making the cub scream out from his thick cock and spike tearing his cunt in two. Blood dribbled down to the floor. Oliver's red eyes were glowing, his mouth drooling, and cock throbbing with gusto as he slowly pushed in his shaft - using one hand to pin the cub down and thrust, drawing out the pain for as long as he can.
The baby screamed as soon as he added more strength in his push, soon pressing a spike in that tore his hole on it's summit - making the baby scream louder and louder as his hole slowly ripped to let that spike in until it popped inside over stretching his vagina and straining it with just his deadly tip. The next spike, slightly bigger, made even more damage! This caused more blood to leak out, that is now dribbling down the dragon's length. 
When the spike popped inside, his vagina began to tear, even more as the third spike now forced his way his dangerously close to turning his two hole into one big wound but, then, Oliver’s progress was halted by the baby's too small hips.
Seeing as Oliver's cock was halfway in the boy, and he had many spikes to go despite the cuntboy's hips colliding with his groin at this moment - he decided to thrust roughly out, and then back in - making his hips and pelvis pop with a squeal of agony from the cub.
"Hmmm, you're so soft and breakable~" Oliver grunted out.
When he thrusted back in, the rest of his spikes went in with it - tearing his vagina apart and making it into one big hole, with his ass.
Blood was everywhere, on the ground, on the table, and it lubed his cock perfectly. It was so warm inside because of all the blood and cunt juice.
What made it even better is that Oliver’s cock was only a quarter of the way in; the cuntboy’s vagina and cervix already shredded, as another spike managed to rip past it. 
Oliver roughly pulled out again, now prolapsing the baby's vagina all the way out, before he rammed his cock back in with a deep grunt, splitting the cuntboy’s hips in half with a echoing crack - making him scream on top of his lungs, his legs going limp. That all-in-one hole had now turned into one big gash thanks to Oliver’s girth making the cheetah twist in pain as he bled quite profusely - some blood leaking on the table, some on Oliver’s cock and dripping off his balls. Oliver is really committing his favourite cock murder right now, far better than the time with his favourite student. His fat tip pierced his womb too, and slid into his belly, pushing everything up against his diaphragm. Oliver was so girthy that his cock acted like a piston, grotesquely bulging the boy's belly, with his cock outline and the bulge of boy's organs and guts crushed against his diaphragm. Now a third of Oliver’s cock is inside. Oliver knew that his cock was bigger than the baby - and all those extra inches had to go somewhere. 
Oliver was pretty much destroying this 6 month old baby cheetah with his cock. He wouldn't have it any other way. In fact, he wanted more. His cock was a weapon, shredding everything and all inside the boy. It was a murder. A perfect, cock-snuffing murder for the predator. His huge black balls touched the ass of the boy, signaling the end was nigh for the cub - as his cock had to go all the way through him. There was no other option for a merciless predator - no retreat, just kill and see it through. 
With a heaving sigh, Oliver bucked his strong hips forward and felt his cock tear through the cheetah's throat and emerge from his mouth, his tip covered in blood and innards.
The cheetah's eyes widened, and he coughed blood instead of screaming, when the predator dragon busted through his diaphragm -  pushing his guts into his chest, crushing his lungs, and pushing everything in his throat, bulging it obscenely with his innards - making him go into heavy seizures. Oliver dislocated both of the cheetah's arms by yanking on the restraints. 
When Oliver buckled forward yet again, his insides erupted from his mouth like a gory volcano - followed by a double crack from his jaw which broke from the power of an adult cock. The cheetah convulsed around his predator’s cock in his final moments, massaging it.
All of his limbs were dislocated at the waist/shoulders and knee/elbows, before the straps snapped - thereby freeing him, and letting Oliver scoop up his dying body off the table with his paws behind the baby's back, his whole being still wrapped and dying around his superior cock. 
The cheetah's damaged limbs were dangling along his body and Oliver’s cock as he had his final death throw - before finally going fully limp around Oliver’s cock. 
Only the deep, satisfied and exasperated pants of Oliver were heard for a moment, then the TV lit up - with a large message: "CONGRATS, CUB SNUFFER! " appearing on screen, followed by the receptionist speaking up: "Congratulations, you've killed the 1000th cub in our hotel! And as a prize we'll offer you a special combo for free!" Then the TV turned off, and a minute later a staff member entered the room, pushing a cart with three crates on it. They appeared to be fox triplets aged 2 months old. 
The staff member placed the cart next to the tools and rapidly left the room.
Oliver giggled and picked up one of the foxes that laid on the table like pieces of food. Unclasping the restraints, he picked one of the boys up and held him in the air as he was madly trying to break free. Since the fox triplets were only 2 months old, it was the perfect age for Oliver to snuff on his cock.
He thrusted down into the perfect, shapely ass of the cub and speared him whole with his still-hard spiky and throbbing blood streaked cock. Innards flew out immediately. Leaning back, he unclasped another cub and speared that boy on his cock too - the whole room was just high pitched wails and screams, the entire floor a bloody mess of innards.
The fox Oliver picked had a number painted on his back, 3 of 3.
Oliver was definitely looking forward to reducing that number to 0.