The cellar was pitch black and smelled like mold. Xavier stared into the darkness that filled the stairwell just beyond the reach of the setting sun’s last light. 

	“You gonna go down or you gonna chicken out, Xavier?” the hyena’s friend, a snow leopard named Dakoda, taunted. “You took the dare, or don’t you have the balls to back up your bravado?” 

	“Shut up, Dakoda.” Xavier growled, the young hyena shifting the Ouija board he had tucked under his left arm. “Of course I’m gonna do it.” 

	“Good. I bet Jason fifty bucks that you’d do it. Here’s your flashlight and the candles.” Dakoda said with a grin, pulling a small LED flashlight out of his pocket along with a half empty package of long, black, taper candles. Xavier took them, glancing back at the yawning darkness. 

	The two boys stood outside the charred ruins and foundation of an old house that had burned down. Xavier looked at the twisted, blackened remains, frowning. “Do you think it’s true? That Mr. Sebran went crazy and killed his whole family before burning down his house?” 

	“That’s what you’re here to find out, dumbass. Quit stalling! You’re supposed to be in there before it gets dark.” Dakoda laughed, pushing Xavier toward the dark cellar, the only part of the house that had survived the fire that had consumed everything else. “Oh, and gimme your cellphone. No chance of you calling someone to let you out that way. I want that fifty bucks.” 

	Xavier sighed exasperatedly and pulled his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and thrust it at Dakoda. “If you want it so badly, why am I spending the night in a haunted cellar trying to contact a psycho ghost with a Hasbro toy?” 

	“Because you’re the one stupid enough to take the dare. Now shut up and get in there so I can padlock you in and get home before I miss my raid group.” Dakoda goaded, pushing on Xavier. The hyena growled but took a slow step toward the stairs. He put his sneaker on the top step, and it creaked under his weight. 

	“Wait, how am I supposed to know what time it is if I don’t have my phone?” Xavier asked, as Dakoda continued to shove on the back of his jacket. The snow leopard groaned, rolling his eyes. He thrust his hand into the sleeve of his own jacket and pulled his digital watch off, jabbing it toward Xavier. 

	“Here! Now get the fuck down there. It’s almost dark!” the snow leopard demanded. Xavier took his watch and turned back toward the darkness yawning up at him like a hungry maw. The stairs creaked and popped ominously as he slowly started to descend. 

	It was almost too dark to see at all even just three steps beyond the doors of the cellar. Xavier took the small red aluminum flashlight out of his pocket and flicked it on with his thumb. He shined the light around, revealing the rest of the stairs and then the dirt floor at the bottom, but nothing else. Xavier jumped as Dakoda slammed the cellar doors above him. He heard the rattling of the padlock being put into place. 

	The young hyena took another careful step. There was no railing and the stairs protested his weight every time he moved. Without the doors being open, the darkness of the cellar was absolute except for the meager beam of the flashlight. 

	Xavier finally stepped down onto the hard packed dirt floor and shone the flashlight around. The cellar wasn’t very large, being about the size of a small kitchen. There were crumbling wooden shelves against the wall and the muted sparkle of dirty glass sparkled here and there on the floor. Broken and empty jars sat on the shelves, covered in so much dust they hardly shone at all in the beam of the flashlight. The cellar had obviously been used in the past as storage for canning. There was a small table sitting at the center of the room, with a small wooden chair nearby it. Another chair sat in the corner against the rear wall, facing out into the cellar. 
	Xavier walked to the table and set the Ouija board down on it. Eager to cut through some of the darkness, the young hyena took the half-empty box of black candles from his pocket and set one on the table by the board, another on each of two shelves on opposite sides of the room. It was hard to get them to balance but he eventually succeeded in getting the wax to stick to the wood enough to make the candles stand. 

	Xavier took a small book of matches from the box the candles had been in. It took him a couple of tries and six matches for three candles, but eventually the dim, flickering light of flame filled the cellar. Somehow, being lit up enough to see the whole room at once made it creepier. Xavier went back to the table and sat down carefully in the small chair. The table and chair were newer than the shelves in the cellar, whomever had started this tradition of dares had set the items up not too long ago. The chair in the corner, however, looked just as old as the jars and the shelves.

	The young hyena sighed and pulled the planchette for the Ouija board out of his pocket, shivering at the coldness of the air in the cellar even with his jacket on. It would have been cool even in the heat of summer, but now in October it was genuinely frigid. Xavier took a deep breath and placed the planchette over the board and waited. 

Nothing happened. 

	Xavier waited longer, his fingers cold on the piece of wood. He wondered how long it was going to take to get something to happen. He sat there, starting expectantly at the board under his hands. Still, nothing happened. He sighed. Maybe he needed to try and get things started. 
	
	“Is there anybody here?” he asked out loud, hesitantly under his breath. When nothing changed, he repeated himself, louder this time. 
	
	“Is there anybody here? Any...ghosts? Spirits? Dead people?” he got braver the more that nothing occurred. “Talk to me if you’re here. I want to hear from somebody on the other side. Mr. Sebran? His wife?” Still nothing happened. “His fucking goldfish?” he griped irritably.

	Of course there was no one there. This whole thing was a waste of time. Xavier took his hands off of the planchette and sighed. A whole night without anything to do but sit in the dark with a worthless toy. No phone, no entertainment whatsoever. 

	Time passed slowly. Xavier tried intermittently to get some kind of response from the Ouija board, but failed everytime. The cellar quickly lost its creepiness when reality set in and boredom followed. 

	After two hours of not getting any sort of response from the board, Xavier sighed and leaned the chair back on two legs, staring up at the ceiling. The candles were burnt about halfway down their length and there were three more candles in the formerly twelve pack box. Xavier put his hands behind his head and breathed out another long-suffering sigh. He looked at Dakoda’s watch, which he had strapped to his wrist. It was only 8:15pm. They had agreed for Dakoda to come let him out around sunup, which was about ten or eleven hours from then. Xavier was bored out of his mind. He had no idea how he was going to pass that much time without just suffering through it. 

	As Xavier sat in the semi-dark and the quiet, his mind began to wander. Thoughts of college, what he could be eating for supper, what video game he could be playing right now, what videos online he could be watching all passed through his head. His father was out of town on business for the week, so Xavier had nothing to worry about as far as being missed at home. 

	Eventually, as all young male’s minds to, his thoughts turned to sex. There was certainly nothing else to entertain him there in the dark cellar. The dank surroundings had lost their creepiness, and Xavier’s thoughts had turned from talking to the dead to his own built-in plaything. He ran his hands down his body slowly, under his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his fur against his cold fingers. It felt nice on his nipples as he rubbed them. 

	Xavier’s blood began to heat and his thoughts turned from just general sex, to sex with his friend Dakoda. The young hyena had something of a crush on the snow leopard, and had spent many a night since puberty jacking off thinking of his friend’s muzzle around his cock. Dakoda could be quite acerbic at times, and sometimes just downright an asshole, but Xavier always comforted himself with thoughts of shutting the snow leopard up with his dick down his throat. 
	The more the young hyena thought about it, the more excited he became. He slipped his  jacket off, his body warming now from lust enough that the cold didn’t bother him. His t-shirt quickly followed, dumped on the dirt floor beside his jacket. Xavier’s hands moved down his body, touching his firm, flat abdominals. He wasn’t chiseled, but he was toned. Being a striped hyena, Xavier’s body was covered with shaggy black and grey fur. His pointed, triangular ears were separated by a thick mohawk that turned into a mane that ran down his neck, between his shoulder blades almost to the small of his back. He had played football in high school, and taken up jogging now in college. He was quite fit and muscular, and to his own eyes, pretty handsome. 
	
	Xavier’s hands slipped down to his jeans, squeezing over the bulge that was forming beneath his zipper. He squeezed the firming knot of his sheath through the faded black denim for a long moment, a soft moan escaping his lips as he imagined his own paws being Dakoda’s. 

	The hyena’s squeezing was quickly replaced with the deft, practiced motions of prying open his belt buckle. The thick black strap was quickly dealt with, and the zipper and button of his pants offered no resistance to his eager fingers. He pulled the flaps of his fly apart, revealing the green and white plaid of his boxers underneath. He lifted his ass off of the seat of the chair and pushed his jeans down to his ankles and kicked them off. His boxers too were removed and set on the table, a cumrag for when he was done. 

	Settling back onto the chair, Xavier spread his legs wide. In the cold, his formerly warm balls began to tighten in their grey, black-striped scrotum. Even with his shaggy fur, the cold in the cellar was too much for his nuts to hang heavy and low. They snugged to his groin as the young hyena’s fingers began to tug and squeeze the bare fur and flesh of his sheath above them. In no time at all, the tapered black tip of his cock had protruded out into the open air. His fingers slid against it, teasing against the sensitive stretch of skin beneath the head. 

	As his cock hardened, Xavier’s nose twitched at the scent of his own musk that wafted up from his crotch. He was clean, having showered after class, but being a hyena his genitals had always been bathed in pheromone laden musk. The skin of his cock was smooth and moist as he tugged at it, the thick black shaft growing longer and harder with each passing moment. In his mind, Dakoda was looking at his dick in jealous awe. Xavier had gone to school with Dakoda since the second grade. He had played football with him and gone to gym class. He had seen what the snow leopard packed between his thighs and it was hardly a comparison to what Xavier toted as manhood. 

	Xavier snickered. He knew that’s why Dakoda had such an attitude. His temper would always flare hottest when Xavier would taunt him about the size of his cock. He knew Dakoda was straight, and he knew the snow leopard had no idea that Xavier was gay. He also knew the hyena was far better hung than he would ever be. It irritated the sarcastic feline to no end that the ‘fag’ had a bigger cock than he did. Xavier loved it. He enjoyed nothing more than seeing the blush turn the pink insides of Dakoda’s ears red. He claimed it was from anger, but Xavier knew it was from shame. He could tell by the way the feline smelled. It aroused him to no end to see that look of discomfort cross his long-time friend’s face. 

	By now, the young striped hyena’s cock was as hard as it could get. It stood proudly from his sheath, thick, hard, already starting to leak as Xavier imagined his favorite fantasy. His hand pumped up and down the throbbing length of his shaft as he thought about Dakoda protesting but not resisting as Xavier bent him over and slipped his far bigger cock up the feline’s ass. It made his balls tingle in delight at the thought of the noises the snow leopard would make with his big cock wedged in his straight virgin asshole. 

	With the Ouija board and all thoughts of ghosts forgotten for the moment, Xavier focused on jerking off. His hand made slick noises in the quiet, audible over his grunting and panting, the creaking of the chair under his ass as he twitched and jerked. His musk only intensified as he started to sweat despite the cold, his strong arm flexing as it milked his erection for all it was worth. He could feel the hot blood pumping through his member, making the veins along its length throb against his palm. Precum dripped liberally from his tapered tip, slicking his stroking fingers. 

	Xavier’s tongue lolled out of his mouth and he closed his eyes to better imagine Dakoda’s shapely ass as his cock nailed it. He could almost hear his crotch slapping the mewling snow leopard’s backside as he humped him furiously. He stroked his cock with the same rhythm that he imagined fucking Dakoda, imagining the straight college boy moaning, “Oh, Xavier! Ah! You’re too big...it hurts!” 

	The young hyena’s body tingled as he thought that, loving the idea of turning the  sarcastic straight boy into his moaning, gasping bitch. He thought about slapping Dakoda’s ass with his palm, reaching under him to grab his stubby, barbed, dick and tug it teasingly, rubbing his thumb over Dakoda’s sensitive barbs. He imagined sliding his hand back and making the young snow leopard’s eyes bulge as he grabbed him by the balls and squeezed his orbs tauntingly. 

	“Faggot’s got your balls, straight boy!” Xavier actually muttered under his breath. Hearing his own voice uttering the taunt made him that much more aroused. His blood boiled and the tingle of impending orgasm grew in his gut and groin, making his entire body shake atop the chair. 

	“What would you do with them?” 

	“I’d squeeze them and tug on them, make his guts ache for all the times he’s called me a fag, a queer, a sissy boy. I’d show him who the bitch was!” Xavier replied unthinkingly, his body caught up in the furious stroke of his cock and the nearing orgasm burning in his loins. 

	“That’s all? After all that? Surely he deserves more...” 
 
	Xavier groaned. “Yeah...nnngh!...He does deserve more. I’d slap them too. That’d really show him.” the young hyena panted, his ears flat against his skull as his fist flew over his cock. 

	“Hehehe you are a pansy faggot. He deserves even more than that and you know it, Xavier.” 

	“F-fuck you! I’m not a pansy.” Xavier growled, his eyes closed, brow furrowed as he continued to masturbate. His balls churned in their sac, his orgasm nearing, red hot, rushing down his spine. 

	“Then what would you do to that straight boy that would really show him who the alpha male is? You’ve got the biggest cock! He should be worshipping you and it, anytime you want Instead he’s out sowing his inferior seed with any girl who’d take pity on him. What a travesty.” 

	 “Nnngh...He’s a virgin!” Xavier barked, shuddering, his mind focused on the snow leopard beneath him, squirming and moaning. His hips were a blur in his mind, his fat heavy nuts banging against Dakoda’s ass like a war-drum. He imagined gripping down on the snow leopard’s balls and making him yell in pain. “He...he’s my friend too...” 

	“It certainly doesn’t sound like he’s your friend. It sounds like he’s just like all the other straight men that look down on you, Xavier. He thinks he’s better than you just because he wants to fuck women and spread his seed around. His worthless, small-cocked genes. Don’t you think you deserve better than his scorn? Don’t you think he should be punished?” 

	“W-what can I do?” Xavier practically whimpered, so close to orgasm that he could barely stand it. 

	“You know what to do, Xavier. Do what any alpha male does when the lesser males try to breed.” 

	Xavier gasped. His body tensed, his seed rushing up from his loins. “I’ll CRUSH his BALLS!!” he shouted as the orgasm shot through him like a lightning bolt. Cum gushed from his cock tip like a pressurized water cannon, launching in thick white streams that hit his neck, his jaw, shot over his shoulder to hit the floor behind him. His every muscle was as taut as a rubber band, straining as his every thought was turned to static by sheer, synapse frying pleasure. In his mind, Dakoda was screaming, crying as his testicles collapsed in Xavier’s powerful grip, his manhood ended by the man he called a pansy.

	It took a full minute for the fiery burn of orgasm to taper off into the warm tingle of afterglow. A few final dribbles of cum pulsed from the tip of Xavier’s cock, running down over his knuckles thick and white, glistening in the candle light. No less than thirteen streaks of semen coated him from cock to collarbone, and several large blobs had hit the floor behind him. 
	As the orgasm faded, guilt set in like a chunk of ice in Xavier’s stomach. The still fresh image in his mind of his friend screaming in pain as he castrated him permanently made Xavier’s stomach turn. How could he have orgasmed to such a thought? Why...? Why did it feel so good to think of himself doing that to his childhood friend? Where had such thoughts come from? 

	It was then that Xavier realized that he had been hearing a voice in his ear. He jumped up, shouting in alarm as he spun around to look behind him, his still hard cock bouncing between his legs. There was no one behind him. Suddenly terrified, Xavier looked around the cellar. As his eyes fell on the wooden chair in the corner, he froze in shock. 

	There was a shadow sitting in the chair. As though lit from behind by a bright light source, the shadowy silhouette of a figure sat in the chair, head turned toward Xavier. The figure had no features, had no distinguishing marks at all, but somehow Xavier knew that the shadow was smiling. 

	“W-what the fuck!?” Xavier yelled, backing up away from the chair so fast that he bumped into the wall behind him. The shelves rattled as he banged into them. Xavier could feel his own cum sliding down his fur, cold, slimey and wet. It only added to the twisting knife of fear and shame in his stomach. 

	“Wh-who are you? What do you want?” Xavier shouted, trembling. He had to be dreaming, this had to be a nightmare. There was no one in the cellar with him, no one to cast a shadow, no one to speak in his ear. 
	
	The shadow of the figure stood up from the chair. Xavier shivered, seeing the silhouette move all on its own. It had the shape of a wolf and was taller than Xavier himself. It approached, slowly, one dark hand reaching out toward Xavier. 

	“No! No! Stay away from me!” Xavier screamed frantically as he tried to get away. He nearly knocked the rickety old shelves over in his hysterical scrambling, ending up in the corner of the room. The figure kept approaching, silent, its footfall making no noise on the hard-packed dirt floor.
	
	“This isn’t real! I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, this is a dream, it’s a dream! Oh god, please let it be a dream!!” Xavier babbled in terror as the figure reached out for him. Just before the fingers touched his face, Xavier’s eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted out of horror, sliding down the wall to drop in a heap at its base. He knew no more. 

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“Dude! Dude! Wake up!” 

	Xavier groaned as he felt something pushing roughly at his ribs, painfully digging in. He came around, as Dakoda’s voice filled his ears. 

	“Jeezus, dude, you couldn’t keep your mind on ghost hunting for one night? God, that’s so fuckin’ gross, you’re covered in jizz. Fuckin’ fag.” Dakoda laughed, using his foot to shake Xavier awake. 

	Xavier opened his eyes. Bright morning sunlight was streaming in through the cellar door, illuminating the dank surroundings in clear light for the first time. Xavier’s eyes immediately went to the chair in the corner. It was empty. 

	“Where is it?” He asked, frantically, looking around. 

	“Where is what, dude? Your self control? I don’t fuckin’ know.” Dakoda laughed again, walking over to the table where the candle had burned out and the Ouija board still sat. 

	“N-no, the...thing! The...shadow thing...” Xavier panted, slowly standing up. He was freezing. In the cold light of day, with his dried cum crackling in his matted fur, Xavier felt shame and embarrassment clench his gut in its merciless fist. 

	“Pfft, apparently he ditched you after he fucked your faggot brains out and left you like a used condom in the dirt.” Dakoda snickered tauntingly again. “Put your damn clothes on and lets go. It smells like your balls in here and I’m afraid I’m gonna throw up my eggs and bacon.” He turned, scornfully shaking his head as he left the cellar. 

	Xavier listened to the stairs creaking as Dakoda climbed up them. He did smell like sex, his strong hyena pheromones still permeating the cold air of the cellar. Still feeling shaken and confused, he walked over and retrieved his pants from the ground beside the table. He got dressed, trying to figure out what the hell had happened last night. He clearly remembered the shadow coming toward him before he had blacked out. The memory of Dakoda’s face screaming as Xavier castrated him flashed before the hyena’s eyes. He squirmed, groaning in shame as he stepped into his pants. It only confused him more as his balls rolled and his stomach heated with more than shame. Arousal, fresh and warm, spread through his gut at the memory. He pushed it down, blushing furiously, angry with himself. 

	Growling, Xavier snatched the Ouija board from the table and threw it as hard as he could at the wall. It hit the stone and shattered into splinters. He threw the planchette on the ground and stepped on it, crushing it, and swearing that he’d never touch another one again. 

	Fully dressed, Xavier stepped out of the cellar into the cold morning light, the sun beating down from the crisp blue sky. In the start light of day, Xavier’s former terror was nonexistent, replaced by confusion and mortification at the thoughts that had crossed his mind during the masturbation last night. 
	Dakoda stood nearby, leaning against a tree with his hands in his pocket. “Took you long enough. Rub another one out before you got dressed?” the snow leopard teased, grinning at Xavier. He tossed the hyena his phone. 

	“Damn, Xavier, I didn’t know you had a thing for ghosts.” 

	Xavier turned around, his heart sinking as he heard that familiar voice. Jason the rottweiler stepped out from around the corner of the burned out house’s ruins. The burly rottie had a grin on his face that instantly filled Xavier with shame and anger. 

	“I guess it’s true, you queers’ll fuck anything. I can smell your jizz from here.” Jason laughed derisively. The burly canine was wearing a red varsity jacket that was stretched so tight around his massive frame it looked ready to burst. A pair of blue jeans clung to his tree-trunk legs, the bulge in the center drawing Xavier’s attention even with the humiliation that coursed through the young hyena. 

	“So you spent the night here, did you? Jason asked, looking between Xavier and Dakoda. “How do I know you didn’t spend the night fucking your little pussy boytoy over there?” 

	“Fuck you, Jason!” Dakoda spat immediately, bristling. “I have proof he stayed here alone, I took video of myself walking here and going down to find him in the cellar. I had nothing to do with him jacking off in the dark.” 

	“Oh really? Show me.” Jason growled, skeptically. Dakoda pulled out his phone and walked over to the rottie, tapping its screen to pull up the video he had taken of himself walking up the pathway alone, opening the cellar doors and descending to find Xavier asleep, covered in dried cum and naked. 

	Dakoda grinned smugly. “See? Alone. Door was padlocked all night. He stayed here, just like we bet. So pay up, asshole.” 

	Jason snickered. “Fine, fine, but I got a counter offer for ya. I’ll make it a hundred bucks if you send me that video.” 

	Xavier gasped. “What!?” looking in shock from his friend to the rottweiler in horror. “Dakoda, delete it!” 

	“Deal, Jason. Gimme the cash and I’ll email you the video.” Dakoda said, nodding. 

	“WHAT!? Dakoda! No!” Xavier yelled, reaching for the phone. Jason grabbed his jacket  and jerked hard pulling the hyena off of his feet and sending him sprawling to the dirt. He heard in forlorn shock Jason’s phone buzz as Dakoda sent him the email. 

	Jason pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and slipped a hundred dollar bill out of it, passing it to the snow leopard. Dakoda took it. “Why do you want it, Jason?” he asked, glancing at Xavier. 
	
	“It’s just good to have dirt on people. Pleasure doing business with you.” Jason said with a smug smirk. He nodded at Xavier, watching the whole thing from the ground, propped up on his elbows. “See ya, fag.” 

	As Jason left, Xavier looked at Dakoda in disgust. “Why?” 

	“A hundred bucks is a hundred bucks, Xavier. Besides, it ain’t like you were caught fuckin’ a sheep or something. You’re a queer, everybody knows you can’t get enough dick, even your own. It ain’t gonna ruin your rep. Hell, if he lets it out, it might even get you laid. I did you a favor.” Dakoda replied, putting the money in his wallet and walking away. “See ya at class.” 
	
	Xavier sat for a long time just trying to process the betrayal his friend had put him through. Not only had the snow leopard caught him in a compromising position, but he just sold the evidence to one of the biggest jerks at their school. Xavier blushed furiously, his guts churning in shame. 

	Slowly, the young hyena stood up and began to walk away from the ruined house, down the path toward the road where his truck sat. He drove home in a daze, his stomach in knots of embarrassment. His encounter with the shadow was all but forgotten. 

	Xavier was glad that his father was at work. He really didn’t want to answer any awkward questions about why he came home smelling of sex and semen. Xavier slammed the front door and went straight upstairs to the bathroom, intending to take a shower. 

	The young hyena stormed upstairs, angrily stripping his clothes off on his way down the hall and leaving them scattered on the floor. He didn’t care, his father wouldn’t be home for days. He slammed the bathroom door as he entered it, and stood before the mirror that spanned one wall. 

	Xavier let his eyes roam over the chalky, sticky streaks on his stomach from his sheath to his neck where his cum had landed. He blushed furiously, knowing that Jason had video of him in such a state. It made him even more angry to know that his friend had given the rottweiler such evidence. 

	Dakoda had never been the greatest of friends, but familiarity had kept Xavier and the snow leopard close enough. Dakoda hadn’t always been so prickly and judgemental, but when he had hit puberty, his competitive hormones had kicked in and turned their friendship into more of a rivalry. It didn’t help matters that Xavier was better endowed and gay. Dakoda’s sense of superiority was insulted by the fact that his gay friend had a bigger cock than him. It had made him almost insufferable in the years that passed, but Xavier had never expected Dakoda to do anything like he had done that morning. 

 	Xavier pushed away from the wall with a growl of disgust, still shocked and reeling from the blow to his pride that he had been dealt. Jason had been no better for Xavier. Where rivalry had sprouted from friendship with Dakoda, Jaso had always been a thorn in Xavier’s side. The rottweiler was a bully and a thug, and had always caused problems for more than just the hyena and snow leopard. For Dakoda, however, being straight had given him common ground with the rottweiler and suddenly the enemy of his enemy became his friend. Or at the very least an accomplice for shaming the ‘fag’ Xavier. 

	The hyena walked over to the shower and opened the glass door, twisting the knobs on the wall to get a stream of hot water flowing. He stepped under the spray, the hot water gushing over his back and shoulders and running down his fur in rivulets. The musky stains of his cum slowly rinsed off of his pelt as he rubbed his hands over himself. 

	As he showered, Xavier’s mind went back to the previous night in the cellar. What had happened? Where had the voice come from and what was the shadow that had approached him afterward. It still gave him a chill to think about it. Had he just passed out after his orgasm? Had he been dreaming the entire thing? It didn’t make sense. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. 
	
	Then the memory of Dakoda’s face in his mind, twisting in agony as he lost his balls to Xavier’s merciless fist surfaced. Shame at the thought twisted with sudden prideful arousal in Xavier’s gut. He still didn’t understand where such thoughts came from, but his cock hardened so swiftly between his legs that he hardly had time to notice its swell. 

	“You know he deserves it.” 

	Xavier flinched so hard he slammed back against the tiles of the shower wall, looking around wildly for the voice that suddenly whispered in his ears. 

	“What is this!? Who are you?” Xavier shouted, panting, fear blossoming in his chest like frost growing on his heart. 

	“You know who I am. You asked me to come to you last night.” 

	Xavier shuddered. The voice answered him, impossibly, from seemingly nowhere. “Mr. Sebren?” 

	“No, Xavier. I came to him too.” 

	“You’re what caused him to kill his family, to burn down his house!” Xavier cried, so terrified even the hot water of the shower felt cold. 

	“I gave him what he wanted.” 

	“You turned him into a psychopath!” Xavier yelled. A chill ran down his spine as he noticed his cock was still rock hard, the thoughts of Dakoda still lingering even in the onslaught of the terror that poured through his body. “You’re doing the same thing to me! These perverted thoughts about hurting Dakoda, they’re from you! You’re making me feel this way.” 

	“You know he deserves it, Xavier. He betrayed you. Laughed at you. I can see his heart. He looks down on you. He deserves to be punished.” 

	“Shut up!” Xavier yelled, clapping his hands over his ears. He tried to block out the voice but the words still rang in his ears. In his mind, Dakoda was gagging on Xavier’s cock as the hyena forced it down his throat and held him tightly to his groin, watching the traitorous snow leopard’s eyes go bloodshot and his cheeks turn red. His cock throbbed hard between his legs, and he felt precum spurt from his shaft. 

	“Get out of my head! I don’t want these thoughts!” Xavier demanded, shaking himself, trying to force the images out of his head. As much as he fought them, more images came to his mind. Every one of them displaying him getting depraved revenge on Dakoda for betraying him. 

	Xavier dropped to his knees, moaning as his cock flexed up and down, drooling precum heavily into the warm water that sluiced down his back and pooled around his legs. As much as he wanted the images to stop, he couldn’t help but become aroused. It was just so...satisfying... to see Dakoda getting his comeuppance for the years of acerbic comments, the backstabbing jokes, the degrading insinuations. His actions today were just the most recent and the most grave in a long line of humiliation for Xavier. 

	“This is wrong! I don’t want this.” Xavier panted, shaking his head as though trying to chase the thoughts away with the physical motion. 

	“Does it not feel good to think of him getting what he deserves? Why fight it, Xavier? You have allowed him to get away with far too much. You say he is your friend, but does he act as a friend to you? Would a friend betray you as he has today?” 

	“Nnnghh!” Xavier moaned. He wanted to deny what the voice said, wanted to curse it to leave him alone. The words wouldn’t come however. “N...n-no...” He said quietly, at last. He groaned, shivering as pleasure warmed his loins, his balls tightening. 

	“Your thoughts could be reality, Xavier. All you have to do is stop resisting.” 

	The hyena bit his lip, trying so hard not to give in to the voice in his head. He wanted to fight it, wanted to resist its temptation but his willpower was fading fast. Xavier’s hand drifted to his cock and curled around it. In his mind, more arousing than any porn, Xavier enacted his revenge on the snow leopard. 
	“That’s it. Just give in. Let it flow. He deserves it. You know he deserves it. He should be punished. Punish him, Xavier.” 

 	“Aaahh!” Xavier gasped, his hand suddenly pumping furiously along his cock. He came, explosively, just as he had the last time he had given in to the thoughts swarming in his mind. His cum shot in long arcs to splatter the wall in front of him, marking the tile in thick white streaks before it was washed away. His cock pounded against his fingers with the fury of Xavier’s heartbeat, pumping with blood as much as it pumped out his semen. 

	As the young hyena came down from his orgasm, he knew what he had to do. There was no resisting any longer, no denying it. His desires were piqued, and there was only one way to sate them. 

	Dakoda would be punished. 

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	By the time that Xavier had everything ready it was getting into the evening hours. The sun was setting as the young hyena pushed open his front door and came in, carrying the bags of supplies that he had bought. He had already formulated a plan and was about to put it into action. 

	He sent Dakoda a text, offering him pizza and beer to show him there was no hard feelings. When the snow leopard arrived, Xavier jumped him, knocking the snow leopard unconscious with a tire iron he brought in from his truck. 

	Xavier now drove down the same darkened stretch of road that led up to the burnt out house where the Sebren family had been murdered. Dakoda thunked in the back of his truck as  the car drove over the rocky dirt road. The snow leopard was still unconscious, and now gagged, handcuffed and bound to keep him helpless. The hyena parked outside of the burnt out house and dragged Dakoda off the truck bed. He pulled the unconscious snow leopard down the cellar stairs and arranged him face down on the floor of the cellar, his rump in the air, with his wrists cuffed to his ankles, pulled back between his legs so that there was no way he could stand up on his own. 
	
The hyena had come prepared this time. He screwed a new latch onto the inside of the cellar door and padlocked it closed so that it would be impossible to open from the outside or the inside without the key. He had purchased an LED lantern and its light illuminated the dank cellar far better than the stubs of the wax candles that sat on the table and shelves. 

The hyena pulled a bottle of water from his bag and dumped it over Dakoda’s head as he lay unconscious. The snow leopard sputtered, and then groaned, blinking as the water ran in  his eyes. He squinted at the harsh light from the lantern and tried to move his hands, only to find that he could not. “Wh-what the FUCK!?” he mumbled around his gag, squirming vigorously as he discovered that he was bound. 

Xavier stood to one side, watching his ‘friend’ begin to come around. The hyena had already undressed himself, and was stroking his very erect cock as he stared at Dakoda bound at his feet. He still felt some pangs of guilt at the look on the snow leopard’s face, the sudden twinge of fear in his eyes, but mostly it just made his stomach do flipflops of arousal. 

“You brought this on yourself, Dakoda.” Xavier said coldly. Dakoda’s face turned an ugly shade of red under his fur as he saw just who had put him in this position. He spat muffled  threats and curses at Xavier, struggling violently. Xavier just laughed. 

“How does it feel to be betrayed by someone you trusted?” The hyena asked, venomously, as he picked up a nearby bottle of lube and squirted it on his throbbing erection, smearing it around with his hand until his black shaft glistened in the bright light from the lantern. Dakoda’s eyes went wide as he saw the hyena lubing his cock. His struggling redoubled so fast that his wrists began to bleed where the handcuffs cut into them. 

“You can struggle all you want, Dakoda, you won’t get free.” Xavier taunted as he walked over to the snow leopard and stood behind him. He grinned as he stared at Dakoda’s upturned rump and his balls tucked tightly between his thighs from fear. Xavier couldn’t help but grab them and squeeze them hard, drawing a shuddering mewl from the gagged feline’s mouth. Xavier’s cock twitched and spurted a line of precum that marked Dakoda’s asscheek beside his cleft. 

Xavier tugged hard on Dakoda’s balls, making him moan more, and then stepped close. He ground his hard cock into the crack of Dakoda’s ass, feeling the heat of the snow leopard’s tailhole against the middle of his shaft. Dakoda’s squirming just aroused the hyena even more. His feeling of guilt was fading away slowly, and he realized belatedly that the demon’s hold on him must have been getting stronger. He was so aroused, however, that he hardly cared. He had his traitorous friend where he wanted him, and it was too late to go back now. It was time to exact his revenge. 

The hyena slowly dragged his cock toward until the tapering tip of his shiny black shaft sank into the depression of the snow leopard’s clenching asshole. He grinned as he felt Dakoda doing his best to keep him out. “Hehe straight boy wants to keep his cherry, huh?” Xavier taunted, his hand coming up between Dakoda’s legs and grabbing his balls hard. He yanked them, and squeezed them tightly, and the shock of the pain and toxic ache that twisted Dakoda’s guts made him relax just enough that Xavier was able to wedge the head of his cock inside his anal ring. The snow leopard yelled through the gag, convulsing as his testicles were abused and he was violated at the same time. 

Xavier pressed in, relying on his leverage and the lube to overcome Dakoda’s desperate attempts to force him out. It felt amazing to the hyena to feel the snow leopard’s anal muscles squeezing and clenching around his cock, trying their best to keep Xavier out. He slowly pushed in, more and more, deeper and deeper as Dakoda writhed and yelled through his gag. Finally, Xavier’s balls were pressed tightly to Dakoda’s ass, and not an inch Xavier’s cock wasn’t buried in Dakoda’s ass. 

“That’s it for you, straight boy. You always wanted to lose your virginity, you just didn’t know it was going to be to me, did you?” Xavier taunted cruelly, as he began to thrust. He thrilled at the feeling of Dakoda’s body squirming and writhing against him, struggling and trying to escape the fucking that he was receiving. The snow leopard panted hard through his nose, growling and groaning through the gag with every thrust of Xavier’s cock. 

“That’s right, you snarky little cunt, squirm and cry. You’ve been asking for this ever since you found out my cock is bigger than yours.” Xavier teased, reaching under the snow leopard and grabbing the short fuzzy sheath that hung above his balls. The snow leopard jerked, gasping as his cock was grabbed and squeezed just as hard as his balls had been. 

Xavier fucked Dakoda with long, forceful strokes, forcing the snow leopard to take his cock’s length and girth over and over again from tip to balls. He ground against him, loving the way he sobbed from the girth of Xavier’s cock stretching his tight virgin asshole. The hyena’s heavy balls slapped against Dakoda with every thrust, filling the cellar with the sounds of fur meeting fur, body on body with a steady rhythm. 

By the time the Xavier was close to blowing his load, Dakoda was outright sobbing. His face was red and his throat raw from screaming and all that he could do was cough and cry as the hyena punished him with every thrust. As Xavier neared the point of no return, he leaned over Dakoda’s back and bit his ear, drawing blood, before he whispered. “Once I shoot my wad in your ass, Dakoda, I’m going to cut your balls off.” He straightened up and punctuated his threat with another hard squeeze to Dakoda’s nuts. The snow leopard gasped, his eyes wide with sudden terror as Xavier threatened his manhood. He tried to escape, as he had during the entire time Xavier had been fucking him, but with the desperation of a male who knew his testicles were in danger. 

Dakoda’s squirming only increased the speed in which Xavier came. The hyena gasped, baring his teeth in a vicious grimace of pleasure as the itch in his groin became too much to resist. HIs balls tightened and he let out a deeply satisfied groan as he shot what felt like a pint of hot hyena cum deep into the snow leopard’s ass. The thick white cream coated the snow  leopard’s inner walls, gushing deep inside him from Xavier’s spasming, twitching dick. 

Shuddering, the hyena felt the last spurts of his semen leave his cock, his balls tingling after the tremendous orgasm that had wracked his brain and body. He left his still hard cock inside Dakoda, forcing him to feel the sticky warmth of another man’s cum deep in his bowels until the stimulation on Xavier’s cock became too much. He slowly pulled out, grinning as he  watched his cum leak out of Dakoda’s ass, tinged pink from the torn walls of his anal ring. 

“Mmph...that was damn good, Dakoda. Hope you like that, because that’s the only way you’re gonna get sex from now on. Kiss your nuts goodbye.” Xavier said, as he went back to his bag. He pulled a straight razor out of it and flicked it open. Dakoda couldn’t see what was happening, but the soft ‘shink’ of metal on metal was audible to his ears even over his sobbing. He struggled frantically, trying to save his balls. There was no escape. 

Xavier walked calmly over to Dakoda and knelt behind him. The hyena’s dick was still hard as a rock, just knowing what he was about to do had him drooling fresh precum all over again. He’d never been so aroused, and it was an alien sensation to think about what he was  about to do. He knew the demon had to have full control of him now, if he was feeling so little remorse for his actions. 

The hyena tugged Dakoda’s balls down away from his groin, as they tucked tightly to his groin in terror. He moaned, and started to plead through his gag. Xavier just smirked. “You should have thought of the consequences before you made Jason your friend.” He said, simply, as he brought the razor to Dakoda’s nuts and slowly began to slice them off. 

The blade parted the flesh of the snow leopard’s soft white sac easily, cutting through it with no resistance at all. His cords were sliced just as easily, the tough cables that connected his precious testicles to his body popping loose with a soft slithering slide of steel through flesh. Dakoda screamed himself mute as the hyena castrated him and to him it seemed an eternity before it was over. Blood poured down Dakoda’s thighs and soaked the hard-packed dirt floor of the cellar. 

Xavier held Dakoda’s balls up to the light, examining the severed flesh of the snow leopard’s manhood in their bloodstained furry pouch. He smiled, feeling an immense sensation of satisfaction that he had gotten his revenge. There was just one last thing to do before he was finished. 

“You’re probably wondering if things can get any worse, Dakoda.” Xavier said, turning back to the snow leopard. “Unfortunately, they can. You see, I can’t allow you to go running to the police. So I’m afraid I’m going to have to kill you.” 

Dakoda shivered. Xavier couldn’t see his face, but he knew the terror that passed over the snow leopard as his bladder released and he stained the dirt floor with piss as well as blood. Xavier shook his head. “Just try to relax, it’ll be over soon.” He said, surprising himself with how calm he felt. He knelt beside Dakoda and tilted the snow leopard’s chin back with his left hand. Dakoda’s eyes were wide but his pupils were pin pricks of terror in his yellow irises. His face was losing color fast, as he bled copiously from the gaping wound where his balls had once been. 
	“Goodbye, Dakoda.” 

Xavier pressed the razor, the same razor that was smeared with blood from the snow leopard’s balls, to the far side of Dakoda’s neck. With a steady hand and smooth motion, he slit the snow leopard’s throat. He made sure to get all of the arteries as well as Dakoda’s trachea, splitting the snow leopard’s adam’s apple in two as he opened his neck. Blood gushed in arcs across the floor as the snow leopard gurgled and wheezed, his windpipe frothing the blood into foam as it ran down and filled his lungs. It didn’t take long for Dakoda to die, as he had already bled a considerable amount from his castration. 

Xavier let the snow leopard’s head thud forward onto the ground into the blood that pooled under his sliced neck. The hyena stood up, his hands bloody, his cock still rock hard. He wondered why he felt nothing but elation at what he had done. He turned, and found himself standing only a few feet away from the shadow that had approached him the first time he had spent the night in the cellar. Xavier didn’t flinch this time, however. “So it’s done. You’ve made a murderer out of me.” 

“I did nothing, Xavier.” 

“What? Of course you did, you made me kill my friend, you’ve turned my emotions against me and made me into a monster.” Xavier protested, gesturing furiously. 

“No, Xavier. All I did was give you a little push in the right direction. I never took control of you, all I did was show you what was already in your heart, just as I did with Sebren. He couldn’t take the knowledge of what he truly was, so he killed himself as well. He was a murderer too, just like you. He took pleasure from the pain of others, just like you. You fantasized about hurting Dakoda long before I ever came to your side, summoned by your thoughts, not that toy.” 

The demon pointed at the broken shards of the Ouija board that still laid scattered against the wall, now splattered with blood. 

“That’s not possible!” Xavier cried, shaking his head. He tried to look away from the demon, tried to think of any kind of excuse to get him out of the situation, but deep down, deep in a place that had been buried for so long he hadn’t even realized it was buried, he knew the demon was right. 

“It is possible, Xavier. I wouldn’t have come to you if there wasn’t already darkness in you. I didn’t need to control you, you only needed to be shown what you were truly capable of. And it felt good, didn’t it? Getting your vengeance, showing the arrogant snow leopard the error of his ways. Look at your cock. It’s still hard.” 

Xavier looked down slowly and indeed his shaft was as hard as ever, twitching between his legs. His guts were still tingling with arousal at what he had done. “Yes...yes it did feel good.” Xavier admitted, though it brought a small twinge of shame with it. 

“Do not be ashamed, Xavier. You were born a predator. A killer. There’s no shame in being what you are. Embrace it.” 

Xavier looked back toward the shadow. Even though his rational brain argued what he had done was wrong, the hyena couldn’t help but feel powerful. He felt alive, he felt aroused. He felt better than he ever had in his whole life. It felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 

“Good. Go forth now and be who you were born to be. Wreak havoc on the world, bring many men to their knees and revel in your pleasure, Xavier.” 

Xavier nodded slowly. He knew why Mr. Sebren had killed himself after murdering his family. Part of him wanted to do the same, but he snuffed it out as easily as he had Dakoda. “Yes, I will.” Xavier said. The demon slowly faded away and as he did, Xavier’s words were spoken to the emptiness of the cellar. 

“Thank you.” 

End.