URBAN HUNT

Krechevskoy smiled to himself as he watched his latest prey stumble out of the dirty midtown bar. The hunter had been stalking this particular location for almost a week now. One patron, a muscular otter, had attracted his attention. He would always arrive around nine pm and leave around three am, with a female hanging off each arm. Today was different. The prey arrived at his normal time, but only after an hour he stormed out of the bar cursing. Even from the tiger’s hiding place he could tell the male was in a foul mood. The otter confirmed this when he disturbed the quiet night as he slammed his fist into the side of his beat up car.

As he calmed down a bit a soft giggle coming from the alleyway caught his attention. Still a bit ticked he circled around his old car only pausing when he noticed a small slip of paper pinned under his windshield wiper. He tugged it out from under the wiper and began to read it. What he read brightened his mood. It seemed he was gonna get him some tail after all. With the sting of rejection forced to the back of his mind and a lustful smirk, he turned facing the dark alleyway behind the bar. 

“Hello?” The male looked around for the signs of the vixen who left the note. It didn't take long for his mood to darken as there was no sign of a sexy vixen in heat. Only a garbage bin overflowing with trash was there to greet him. Just as he was about to turn around and head back to his ride even more angry, a white tiger stepped out from the darkness.

“Well hello handsome.” The tiger purred at the sight of the male. Unlike his trim water dwelling cousins, this otter was definitely of the land loving variety. His chest like most males in the city was bare, his toned pectoral muscles were just right to strike a cord of passion in the tiger. The hunter let his crimson eyes drift downwards to a well defined abdominal area. The otter turned his rage towards the strange tiger as he fumed.

“Hey shit face, you looking me over? I’m not some queer fag!!!” The otter clenched his fists as he spat slurs at the large pred. Several beers and the cold fire of rejection fueled the smaller male to throw common sense to the wind and provoke the big cat. His eyes focused on the long crimson scarf and huffed. “Yeah definitely a tail raising fairy who better get outta my way before a real man like me makes you.”

The tiger frowned, on a normal day he didn't care much about homophobic slurs. But coming from this drunk’s mouth when all he wanted to do was admire the sexy male’s body just made his blood boil. He stepped aside letting the smaller male head back towards the bar. As the otter passed him by Krechevskoy balled his paw into a fist and struck the drunk bigot's jaw. The otter slumped in mid-step, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

“Hmph one hit? So much for being a real man." The predator looked around making sure there were no witnesses as he dragged the unconscious fur back down the alley. Reaching down the tiger fished the otter’s keys out of a pocket and unlocked the passenger’s door of the old car. Grunting he shoved the car’s owner into a seat covered in tears and stains, then slammed the door shut. Walking around to the other side without a care, he unlocked the door and slid behind the wheel. After a few brief curses the car coughed to life, spewing a noxious black cloud from the muffler as it sped off.

“Ughhh My muzzle!” The otter came around after the long dive to a massive ache in his jaw. He tried to raise his arm to rub the soreness away but soon found that he couldn't move. He whined a bit as he started to recall the night's events. He was sure he went to his usual bar to pick up a few chicks but every female must have had something against him, they all told him to get lost. Then it hit all at once, the tiger, the gay insults, a heavy fist connecting with his face, and even the feeling of getting tossed into his car. He started to struggle, to fight against whatever was keeping him bound.

“Finally awake are we?” The voice registered in the bound victim’s mind as that of the tiger, coming somewhere from behind him. It made the bound otter struggle even more in panic. “I was beginning to think you would never wake up.” Krechevskoy looked down at the bound meat and smiled. He had locked the otter on all fours and stripped him bare of all clothes and personal items. A heavy rope connected the plaything’s shoulders to his thick tail. The arched rudder resulted displaying the male's virgin hole and taint for all to see. The pred smirked as he drank in the sight of the muscular prey’s tail hole. He let his gaze drift down to the peach sized pouch hanging between two wide open thighs. Purring to himself in a soft tone, Krechevskoy had to admit he chose well when he picked this toy. As he struggled its hefty pouch began to sway back and forth.

“LET ME GO YOU FAG!!!!” The bound meat hollered making his captor’s blood boil with rage. Here it was, all bound and helpless and it is still making demands? The tiger strained against the urge to kill the stupid thing right on the spot. Instead he grimaced and bent down to whisper in his toy’s ear. What he said made him grin as the otter started to thrash and protest in force. Unable to break free from his predicament the bound play toy sagged. Little sobs escaped from his muzzle as his captor stood up and ran his strong paws over a firm well toned ass. Despite being straight and the whole situation, the rubs were starting to feel damn good. Just as he started to enjoy the fondling, a firm grip on his pup makers made him yelp out loud.

“That is so much better.” The tiger smirked as he unzipped his pants freeing his large feral cock. The toy whimpered, his balls smarting as he heard the prelude to his own rape. He struggled as the larger male placed his paws back on his ass. The tiger was none too gentle as his claws dug into the otter's flesh. The feline positioned his large member right up against the tight virgin hole. The meat’s loud howls as the tiger crammed that large shaft into it’s tight passage were a symphony to Krechevskoy’s ears. As the otter closed his eyes Krechevskoy proceeded to push ever deeper. Strong thrusts forced the rough feline barbs to dig into the poor breeder’s bowels. Gasping and howling sweet music the otter sobbed as the tiger bred him from behind. At first he tried to deny what was happening, but with every thrust his will eroded till he had nothing left. 

Purring Krechevskoy continued to use the fresh hole. The dog otter's tight walls fought to push the invading member out making an intense pleasure build up in the tiger's loins. Just as the music and his pleasure were at their height it all stopped. The toy’s body just gave up and the music petered out to a pathetic sob. Furious Krechevskoy ripped his cock out of the slack form. Even when that provoked no further reaction from his toy the tiger just lost it. Blood dripped out of the otter’s rear as the tiger slashed through the ropes binding his pet.

Enraged he grabbed the slack form by the neck and slammed him against a wall. “Who do the fuck you think you are? Just giving up like that?” The otter just whimpered and looked at the floor. Pissed, the tiger stepped back and unleashed a barrage of punches against his victim. The otter whimpered and threw up a weak defense as the angry pred continued to beat him. Bruised and battered the breeder tried to fight back. He managed a small slash with his claws and a bite on his attacker before a gut wrenching kick to his peaches made him gasp for air. The otter bent over as tears streamed down his face as he squeaked out “Why?”

Much calmer now Krechevskoy smiled. “Cause it's what I do.” He dragged the limp otter up into a sitting position and stepped on the thing’s bruised fruit. Yelping the otter whined and whimpered as the tiger’s foot pressed ever harder down on his vulnerable organs. His foot  pushed them near to the point of rupture as he piled on more pressure . “Now Bitch you are are going to suck my cock and if I feel so much as one scrape you will regret it!!” Krechevskoy snarled at his play toy as he gave those much abused spuds one last stomp. He shoved his meat into the otter’s muzzle not caring if the otter was ready or not. The otter gagged and choked as the thick member forced its way to the back of his throat. The tiger’s paw roughly grabbed the otter’s ear and started to thrust with much enthusiasm into his fuck toy’s maw.

Tears streamed down the otter’s face as the feline’s barbs dug in and tore at his throat without mercy. After ten minutes of loud grunts, the tiger roared releasing a powerful jet of tiger spunk. The poor thing sputtered and gulped, forcing that thick bitter tiger cream down his throat or less to drown in it. Smirking the brutal tiger pulled his still spurting cock out and plastered the broken male’s face. Choking on the bitter tiger spunk the otter started thrash, his arms flared about with wild abandon. 

Krechevskoy howled, making the otter cringe as a thin prick of blood dripped down from a slight scratch on the tiger's member. The tiger's eyes shone like lightning as he glared at his play thing before turning around and walking over to a table. The otter winced and dragged himself up off his ass, contemplating making a run for the door. But before he could gather the nerve to break for his freedom his tormentor turned around holding a pair of rusty crude pliers. The wicked smile the tiger flashed him completely obliterated the male’s hope for escape. He sank back to his knees sobbing as tiger spunk dripped off his tear stained muzzle. He looked up with tears in his eyes into the cruel face of his master as the tiger roughly grabbed one of his paws. The otter whimpered when Krechevskoy isolated one of his fingers from the rest. His whole body shook in fright as the cold steel jaws of the pliers gripped a claw like a vice.

“I’m going to show you now, why its not nice to claw your betters!” Krechevskoy growled in a low angry roar as he twisted and wiggled the pliers till the otter was screaming. The tiger took his time pulling on the pliers till the otter started to screech. The short little otter claw, much smaller and not anywhere as deadly as the tiger’s own ripped free. The well practiced torturer enjoyed the fresh music as he let the bloody nail drop to the floor. With the first claw done, he continued to work on disarming the wailing otter. Each removal brought a new height of musical wails till finally twenty bloody claws littered the floor. The tiger stepped back to admire his handy work, smirking at the almost defenseless otter as it sobbed, staring at its paws. “There that should teach you a valuable lesson. Only real preds like me should have claws.”

Sobbing and teary eyed the once defiant otter looked up staring up at his captor who was pulling on a pair of thick leather gloves. “Oh no no please no more please please! I'm begging you, just let me go.” As the otter pleaded for his freedom the vicious tiger balled a gloved paw into a fist. Just as his victim started to sob he struck a tremendous blow. The impact of the leather reinforced glove was so tremendous that it slammed the otter's head back against the wall. The attack held such force that the otter's vision blurred. Though his fuzzy vision he saw nothing but a blur as a second fist connected with his short muzzle. Yelping his clawless paws tried to block the devastating blows. Kerchevskoy battered them aside like a leaf in a raging storm. Blood poured from the victimized otter's muzzle as the tiger knocked free several teeth. By the time Krechevskoy finished with his assault, the otter’s face was a huge mass of dark purple bruises and deep gashes. His left eye was swollen shut as he spat out blood and broken bits of teeth. Whimpering he looked up, his body so overloaded with pain he just stared at his tormentor with blank eyes.

The tiger, not yet satisfied, dragged the poor otter by his scruff to a large machine. The sight of the large circular saw sent a shiver down the otter's spine as Krechevskoy tossed him up onto the feeder. The otter struggled kicking his legs as the tiger tied his legs, arms, and tail to the moving tray . With the prey secured he turned his attention to the machine. He admired the functionality of the large machine, from its powerful motor to its huge toothless blade. The tiger smirked to himself as he teased the otter's rudder rubbing it with his paw. The appendage jerked and writhed against its bonds as the tiger turned a crank. Clink! Clink! Clink! The otter started sliding down the chute till over half of his tail jutted past the gleaming blade. The otter whined through his broken and battered jaw as the blade whirred to life. 

"Hmm should I take just an inch or more?" Krechevskoy pondered out loud as he wound a tight cord just above where the tail started to thicken. Helpless to resist the otter trembled as the rope dug into his tail. The humming got louder as the tiger grabbed the handle and pulled down. The dog otter sobbed as the spinning blade lowered down just kissing his tail. In a surprising twist of fate the otter felt no pain, it tickled as the smooth blade spun against sleek oiled fur. The tiger held the blade steady as his plaything relaxed a bit. As the otter calmed down Krechevskoy added more pressure to the blade handle. Rather than slicing or tearing through the meaty tail, the blade ground against flesh. The odd sensation grew from a mild annoying to full out uncomfortable as the saw broke though the first layers of skin. By the time the blade was halfway through his tail the otter was writhing around unable to escape or even scream. 

The tiger met resistance when the blade started to grind against bone but an easy tug on the tail let it slip right between the vertebrae. The rest of the cut was by gravity alone. The blade with the tiger's guiding paw worked its way through the remaining muscle and fur. Only a full three feet of otter tail remained attached as Krechevskoy switched the machine off. The tiger grabbed the long severed tail and smirked as the otter stared dumbfounded. The tiger wagged four feet of otter tail back at its owner before smirking.

"Hmm now what should I do with this?" The tiger ignored the whimpering otter as he toyed with the severed tail. His eyes glanced over to the stump and nodded as the cord did the trick. The stump had bled little at all. Not wanting his toy to bleed out, the tiger wrapped the stump in bandages. He next lifted the stumped tail exposing the otter's raw and broken tail hole. It only took a quick moment for the traumatized male to realize the tiger's plan. 

The tip of his tail confirmed it, when his tormentor shoved it hard against the pucker. Inch by inch it slid in, the greedy hole swallowing the tail with gusto. Three feet in and the otter's one good eye started to tear up. Another half a foot in and the otter's ass started to clench fighting against the invading appendage. The tiger left it be as his prey's cock was at full mast, dripping ropy strings of otter goo. 

Deciding it was about time to take off, the tiger pressed a lone claw into the flesh just under the male's sheath base. The otter threw his head side to side as he watched that claw sink in and  unzip his pouch. Two fat peach sized otter nuggets dropped out. Both orbs dangled in the warm air as the tiger reached to palm one of the quivering spuds. He took great care as he pulled freeing up as much of that long cord as possible. From a pile of scrap he picked a large empty thread spool and started to cram it into the center. 

The otter screeched when his nut became lodged in the spool. Krechevskoy attached the spool to a spinner and started the machine. Round and round the spool spun pulling inch by inch of the otter's nut rope free from his groin. Not too much time passed before the cord reached its limit and with a wet SQUELCH ripped completely. 

The tiger didn't even have the decency to turn the machine off before he started to pour bleach into an aluminum tub. This he set under the otter's remaining dangler. Looking about he spied a large bolt laying on the floor and picked it up. He tied it to the otter's orb with some heavy thread and watched as it fell into the thick liquid. The bleach started to burn the moment nut flesh made contact but in his condition the otter could only whimper in response. Smirking the tiger patted the otter's head and walked off. 

It was several hours later when a blue and white foon walked into the warehouse. He raised an eyebrow when he spied the otter. The poor thing was on the verge of passing out as the security guard turned off the spooling machine. The thwacking sound of severed cord whipping against plastic died off as the guard cleaned up the tiger's mess. Without a word he snipped the otter's remaining cord and dragged the remaining male off to his car. The only thing on his mind was the hope that this one would last him a lot longer than the last one.