Death Recruits In The Strangest Of Places

I sat at my computer, alone, cloaked in a veil of artificial light that glowed brightly from my computer screen. My shirt, off just the way I like it when in solitude. I love my groomed fur kept short to hug my belly, a bit of a happy trail for anyone to play with if they get bored with my chest. I clicked on the mouse and entered into a chat room, a familiar site soon loads lightning fast and fills the screen with a blank white box. Someone says hello and I courteously reply back. I browse the open webcams and find the usual, one tone trail mix of over weight men and perverts. I mean they looked like perverts through my judgmental, green eyes.
The once blank screen is filled with the usual bullshit, “Looking to be a slave full time.” “Pig here looking for a dirty, raunchy dom”, it sickened me. I was there for one thing only, catch something unique within the dismal realm of desperate people. I didn’t have to wait long as my eyes caught a unique line of text. “Open camera”, I almost look over this until I read the rest, “Boyfriend and I are about to play for all of you, no strings attached”. I was intrigued so I clicked on the profile of the user and found it wasn’t some bot about to redirect you to a trojan site or webcam pay site. My tail wagged and thumped the back of my leather chair, I loved my chair.

Satisfied that I wasn’t in danger of being scammed I requested a private chat. The person excepted and I was greeted with a video feed of a poker table and two fantastic males who sat opposite of each other. That wasn’t what intrigued me the most though. My eyes squinted at the screen as I noticed an oblong, black blob with two hoses attached to it. Those hoses seemed to snake across the green table top and off, out of site. My screen beeped as a message sparked onto screen.

“Seems you are the only viewer, to bad. But the show must go on, you’ve been wating long enough, Leave_You_Breathless.”

I smirked and replied back, “Lucky me huh?”

“Lucky you indeed, you’re in for a life fulfilling treat. Do you have a webcam to show us who is watching?”

“Yes,” I was momentarily lost not knowing how the two males were able to type without being seen, “You two boys want to see an audience?”

A brief pause and the two males nodded. I smiled and clicked the button that turned on my cam. A blue light began to glow as I looked into the webcam mounted a bit above my long and thin snout. On my screen I see my coyote self begin to stream video for the two males. Their webcam shifted as the two males removed the table out of frame. Two wooden chairs were exposed in the stream and I instantly got hard as it is revealed that those two hoses attached to the air bladder led to gas masks. I licked my lips and deduced that a third person was in the room. I didn’t mind though, I didn’t really take a close look at the two males, I just could tell their bodies appeared to be thin and athletic. But now I noticed they were both canine and quite hard. Two vibrators strapped to their red cocks kept them on edge, their knots already full, shafts heavy with blood. 

I noticed now that one was a white wolf, athletically built with subtle gray splotches of fur over his body. He was busy with his chair as he turned it so that the back faced the back of the opposite chair. He sat down, profile to the camera, red shaft stood tall between his thick spread thighs. A black doberman sat opposite of him and faced the other way. The dog’s body was not bulked as much as the wolf, but still toned and chiseled; a sleeker look to his body. He was busy with two handcuffs that clicked and tightened around his black and tan wrists. 

I shifted in my seat and sat back enough so that the two males, if they had their eyes on the screen could see me open the button and zipper of my jeans. I dipped my hand into my jeans to fondle my plump sheath. My own canine shaft began to slide out as I relaxed back and watched the two males cuff their hands together. It was at this time that another figure walked into the frame. His purple and A-framed back was turned to the camera and concealed his identity. He wore what looked to be motorcycle rider pants and some black leather riding gloves. Those covered paws began to slide the gas masks over the male’s heads, securing them forecully against their heads. It was only a few moments before each of the canine’s heads were covered by the latex, metal and plastic of the gas masks. The third male moved to the air bladder that hung shared between the masks. I watched him inflate it with fresh air before he twiddled with a plastic valve at the base of the bag. Immediately that bladder began to deflate as one of the males took a breath. 

I leaked pre as I watched the erotic act of breath being shared. The two males seemed calm for the moment as their paws seemed to entwine with each other. The third male vanished out of frame and left me with the picture of two males bound and masked, hard shafts laid across their abs and dribbling pre constantly. I pawed idly as I watched the bag begin to inflate and deflate more and more frequently. The air being shared between them no doubt becoming thinner with oxygen with each deflate. Soon the white wolf began to show signs of panic. His chest began to heave and strain as he began to pant and suck for breath. 

My eyes watched the wolf as the Doberman seemed a bit more in control. The white wolf’s cock visually throbbed as the wolf began to struggle. He pulled at the cuffs and began to try and stand. But the doberman anchored him down as the wolf’s legs kicked out from under his body, which resulted in the wolf to thud back down into his chair. I began to pant and watch the wolf with sadistic glee as the larger male suffocated. He could visualize the wolf’s face as it darkened and blued from asphyxiation. I couldn’t wait to see the hulking males cock throb and shoot his cum from the euphoria of asphyxia. The large wolf began to settle and slump as his body gave pitiful twitches. Suddenly my eyes where rewarded with the large white wolf’s frame bow and arch forward. His muscle could be seen as they rolled and flexed under the fur, hips pushed into the air as his cock began to throb and bounce. White cum began to spurt out of the angry red shaft, made darker by the lack of oxygen in his blood. I couldn’t believe how much cum the wolf had to give, his front began to become matted with cum as it dripped down his body and onto the wooden floor.

Soon the wolf’s body seemed to relax and slump into the chair, just as the doberman began to flex and struggle against his anchor. The wolf’s head seemed to slump backward. A leg stretched and flexed outward as the wolf’s cock softened a bit, a stream of yellow piss began to run out of that shaft and down the white fur of his legs. The fur stained an off white as I stared and watched unsure if someone was going to take the mask off the male. When no one came, I felt a twinge of guilt but a sadistic and animalistic side came to the fore front. I realized I didn’t care if the male died or not, all I cared about was how long the show the doberman was going to give.

That black chest strained as he doubled over and violently thrashed backward. I could almost feel the painful burn that the doberman was feeling. My body and pulse began to quicken as the doberman’s eyes could almost be seen through the plastic, round windows of the gas mask. I closed my eyes for a moment as I reveled in the fantasy of being the one snuffed. My imagination made the frantic pawing at my shaft all the better. Soon it felt like my shaft was vibrating like the vibrator wrapped around the doberman’s shaft. I could feel and smell the latex that hugged the doberman’s face before I realized, I couldn’t breathe. 

My eyes shot open as I was greeted with a restricted sight. I could feel my cock as it vibrated away. I found that my wrists were bound behind me I tugged on it and found a little give. But I couldn’t move my paws enough to bring them forward to remove whatever was around my head. I panted and sucked in stale air, which burned my lungs with each inhale. I could feel my body as it fought for air. I was in shock as I looked over my tan front and down at my raging hard cock attached to a vibrator. I looked over my shoulder as stars began to shine in my eye sight. I could see that I was attached to the body of a white wolf. 

Confused I began to struggle and attempt to break free. I was startled as I panted harder and harder when a figure walked into my line of vision. I looked over the male and found him to be a purple, striped hyena. His eyes where strange, pools of black darkness dotted with bright green dots. He wore a grin that shot through my yote body much like the twinges of painful euphoria of the slow suffocation. 
The male leaned over and spoke into my pointed triangular ears. “James, you’ve lived your life sitting, waisting away slowly as if you simply where waiting for death. You no longer have to wait, death has deemed you unfit for life. You would have more value in the after life.” 

The hyena leaned over as my body began to flex and bow outward. 

My lungs felt like they were going to explode as I attempted to suck in air. My eyes were open in fear. I felt something tingle within my body as euphoria began to take over the pain of sucking in, nothing. I felt my brain wash with pleasure as I thought back at my life, seven years of being unemployed, free loading off of gracious friends until they grew tired of me. I was wasted weight, wasted flesh a waste of a soul. I felt my body bow and flex as I sucked in until I couldn’t anymore. My body held it that way as I felt my shaft throb and begin to spew my hot cum out and over my bare chest. I felt my load soak into my fur, dampening my entire front. I couldn’t believe the amount. My death climax soon came to an end as my body slumped into the chair. I began to black out as the feeling of floating over powered my mind. All was blank for a moment before light came to my eyes again.

When my eyes focused I was face to face with my body as it began to release it’s piss from it’s bladder. I watched as it soiled my clean fur and pool at my feet. I was out of body, void of any feeling, or so I thought. It wasn’t until I felt a searing burning sensation in my chest that I realized I was still in the presences of the strange hyena. I looked down and saw the hyena’s paw passed through my chest. I was paralysed completely, mouth clenched and body flexed so tightly it was painful. I felt the burn spread from the puncture all across my almost as if being devoured by an invisible flame.

I heard the hyena’s voice, “Now let your soul be devoured and give your birth meaning.”

I don’t remember what happened after that. But I do remember the headlines on the news a few days after I died and entered into this realm of torture. Police found my body and the two other males in their separate houses. We all seemed to be doing the same thing the night we died, on out computers and in a chat room. Our webcams on and cocks out. Our cum painted on our chests and our heads wrapped in plastic bags. The plastic sucked deep into our throats clearly an accidental suicide. However, more men where found in similarly around the world. Cocks out, cum stained chests and dead by self suffocation. Police couldn’t find any leads to why these men died the way they did. No suicide cult affiliation, healthy activities, some with healthy social lives no reasons to commit suicide. However, at three of the sites one note card from each, where found attached to the bags around the male’s faces. They read simply, “Death Is”, “Always Looking”, “For Help.” Honestly, I can say the purple hyena, death, the executioner really did give us meaning in life. I love being a reaper.