Carpe Orbes
by
Varien Quill

Carpe Diem. A common saying which means to seize the day, used mostly as an excuse for reckless life and grave decisions, instead of pursuing dreams and becoming something better, even if taking up various risks. But apparently, the younger generations mistake it for having fun, tasting a plethora of different drugs and alcohol, often at the same time. Carpe Diem. Not much of a day, if it ends up poorly.
Tarresque the Second, or Tares for short, was known for the wild parties, where people could often find a lot of dangerous beverages, loud music, not one but four jacuzzis, massive TV screens and a swimming pool which could be easily used for Olympic championships. Everyone knew that rich kid, a sole heir of the filthy wealthy family, whose clutches wrap around the show business industry. Tares cared little about any of that, inviting any kind of fun thirsty friends from many neighborhoods. It was all about adventure after all, even if that meant drowning themselves in beer and whiskey.
One of those truly wild escapades was ending, where mostly unconscious people acted like a rug in the hallway and one of the living rooms. Piles of pizza boxes, which were previously brought up by small truck, might build a fort. Or shelter for the Tares, if parents will come back to see how "small party" really turned out.
The kitchen was the most crowded room in the mansion, filled with hungover guests on this fine Sunday morning. Drinking cold water, trying to ease up the pain, while others used ice packs in various places on their bodies, like blackeye or sore anus. While exhausted, they were still happy, ready to tell stories about that night for weeks to come. Before the next massive party, of course.
In the same room, a marvelous creature was sitting at the table in the corner, sprawled upon it, completely defeated by the weight of recent events. While naked, everyone could see his chiseled posture of a demigod. Each muscle molded by an artisan like that male was a living work of art. Gray fur of suitable length and nice, fuzzy feeling covered his body from head to calves. Two massive antlers adorned its perfectly shaped head, a sign of authority and alpha status. While the view was utterly destroyed by the fact he passed out drunk, partygoers could still adore his looks, while trying their best to not wake him.
Maurice snorted out of his flared nostrils, while still embraced by Morpheus' clutches, in deep, slightly disturbed sleep. Judging by various paintings and writing, he truly became a piece of modern art. From simple drawings of short and long phalluses, to painting of someone's smiling face, or even love letters. But nothing could enhance his looks, or demolish his masculinity, like his lower half of the body.
A gigantic sack, sagging under its own weight, was something that anyone would be impressed off, no matter of their sexuality and preference. Uncut cock of great length, pointed down below like a thick, long snake guarding its massive eggs. Even if others used Maurice like canvas, nobody dared to come closer to those amazing jewels and beautiful penis. Not yet, at least.
Jerry, a red fox, couldn't be treated the same. Slim, rather average but still cute, could be used more for cuddling or breeding than being dominated by him. Not like he would be interested in it, anyway. Wearing only a thong, he wandered around the house, taking some snacks or leftover bottles of sugar-filled, carbonated drinks. A trained eye could somehow notice that the large and impressive bulge in his underwear wasn't his gonads, but a piece of clothing. Nobody knew, but Jerry just didn't have balls, figuratively and literally . But nothing stopped him from just having a great time, especially with those who had those precious orbs.
While entering the kitchen, a glint of light appeared in his eye, noticing something that caught his attention. While others were leaving the living room for another match in a video game, played on a gigantic TV screen, Jerry was busy staring at the demigod.
Indeed, the stag looked like he came from the heavens or Olimp mountain, despite all the silliness written and painted on his muscles. Each chiseled feature was like a masterpiece by itself, which he wanted to touch and worship. But finally, his gaze averted towards this massive sack, now holding perfectly shaped, hefty orbs. He just had to have them, no matter what happens next.
Noticing that they were left pretty much alone, the fox approached him slowly, like a predator towards its prey, trying to remain unnoticed and not heard. Stag's loud snoring only helped him out, giving him more room to act.
Smaller male removed his thong, revealing a few peculiar things about his figure. Below a rather minuscule penis, there was basically nothing. Just a flab of skin, which should hold two gonads, but those were long gone. But right above his adorable cock, few strange runes were visible. Its light coloring was almost illuminating, like it could glow in the dark. These symbols couldn't be familiar to any scholar. Completely alien.
Fox gently nuzzled his length, while enjoying the view of those magnificent muscles and truly masculine display. He imagined himself kneeling, massaging and kissing those balls, moaning to himself. But then again, why isn't he doing it right now?
Since he was a so-called "grower", instead of being a "shower", his shaft expanded, but even then it couldn't be compared to the stag's large, even if still soft dick. Red furred femboy pleasured himself, while thinking about things they could do together. In his mind, he was completely dominated by alpha deer, on the same table, while they would pound his ass in mating press position, while legs of kitchen furniture would barely hold both of their weight. And probably finally crushing beneath them during the most amazing climax.
Fox shook his head, stopping this brief fantasy. He really had to stop this daydreaming, since the stag was just a few feet away, ready to be used.
Shorter male kneeled before him, his face so close to the sack. The scent of his musk overwhelmed his senses, clouding his judgement. What if he wakes up? Only risky people could achieve anything.
With own cock in his hand and massaging it up and down, he took a strong whiff of his smell while opening the maw, panting heavily. With free hand, he finally cupped those perfect spheres, weighting them with the palm, amazed how hefty those were. It was like a dream, but happening for real. But after having a first taste, the fox craved for more. His tongue wrapped around the skin, taking the whole sack closer to the fox's mouth, sucking on them hungrily. Still, it wasn't merely enough for that little male.
The feeling of hefty balls inside his maw was nothing short of marvelous. It shocked him that he didn't wake up yet, but stopped caring about the aftermath long ago. After spitting them out, he grasped the scrotum by its neck, while other hand rubbed against his own crotch tattoo, which glowed like it was magic. Or maybe it was.?
The same lighting appeared on the sack, like someone had put a glowing stick inside it. Fox massaged it firmly, while stretching the sack more and more, while the heavy balls started hovering lower above the floor. Jerry couldn't stop what he was doing, being it was already too late. What's done is done. Fixated on this work of art, he looked how skin was getting thinner with each passing second.
And suddenly, it snapped.
No scar or wound, just a normal patch of skin was visible right under the still perfect deer cock. The important part started just inches away, in the fox's red hands. While smiling with satisfaction, he was still holding the same scrotum, full of the same impressive weight. He grasped both of them, moaning to himself. Since those were finally his, it felt even more orgasming. Fox squeezed them delicately, trying not to break the "merchandise". Jerry dislocated his jaw and opened the mouth wide like a snake, slowly putting the sack down the throat, still holding the neck, not wanting to swallow them. He needed them for later.
As he predicted, the flavour enhanced itself, invading his taste buds with a magnificent feeling. Jerry rolled the orbs within his jaw, sucking them and tickling with the tongue. He pulled those out, staring at the wet, heavy sack. Fox thought to himself that the main course was about to start, while a mischievous smile appeared on his long muzzle.
Not even caring about drying those up, he lowered the disembodiment scrotum towards his now rock hard cock, twitching impatiently about. Right after placing the orbs below the penis, it quickly fused with his body, like those belonging to him all this time, finding their way home. Their true home.
Feeling like it's his rebirth, the fox took a deep breath, overwhelmed with this new emotion. An increase of confidence, power, and lust. And he had to release at least one of those feelings. After giving one last look at the unconscious eunuch deer, he left the room, not even disturbing his sleep. After all, ignorance is bliss.

*****

Everyone who was still conscious, didn't hear or see anything of what just happened in the other room. Lucky for them, because the fox would look like a freak of nature to them, who just stole an alpha male's significant part of his body. But Jerry wanted to show off himself and it wouldn't even look weird, since he lied to all of them about his junk, having his thong previously filled up with socks.
According to sounds coming from one of the living rooms, people were playing the video game but apparently turned away from the screen, busy with themselves. Fox watched as youngsters used their tongues and skillful hands along various body parts, like sweaty, pointy breasts with hardened nipples, or along hefty, broad ass. He was amazed by the sight, mostly because of their stamina. While others were lying on carpets blacked out, those teenagers and young adults still wanted more.
Jerry thought to himself about joining in, but no. He just had to do it by himself, not stopped by anyone and their horniness. Seeing a gigantic mirror in the hallway, he looked at his now fully vital body, filled with new powers and powerful will. It is strange how just a set of large testicles change him, giving him authority. Like he skipped several letters in Greek alphabet, towards the alpha.
For some other reason, he noticed like his muscles bulged out a little more, or was it his imagination? It fully satisfied him with the fresh looks, but he had to fully enjoy it first.
His rock hard penis demanded more of his attention, impatient from the sudden abandonment. Some of the manly liquid dripped on the expensive flooring, which probably saw enough bodily fluids this very night. Using one hand, he grasped his length and raised up to his belly, wanting to take a better look at his new sack.
The view was mesmerizing, while he couldn't take his eyes away from them. Ideally spherical, gigantic and heavy, sagging perfectly between his legs, as it should be. One of the barely conscious guests passed nearby, ignoring the pervy fox, leaving him to his antics. But he wasn't the only one who thought about self pleasure, judging by all the noises, filled with thirst and lust.
Slowly rubbing the shaft up and down, he massaged the uncut cock thoroughly, playing with its skin and revealing the deeply pink head. Skillfully using his long fingers, he wrapped them below the head, before stroking it firmly, while still staring at the reflection. Nobody's remarks could stop him now from achieving the ultimate pleasure.
The moans continued, not only from the rooms nearby, by out of his own maw as well. With free hand, the fox could barely wrap it around the sack, rubbing the orbs inside, narcissistically masturbating to his own reflection. Only he was important. He and his newfound masculinity. Not feeling regret, he started daydreaming about stag once more, but this time that ex-alpha did not dominate him. No, instead he pictured himself, destroying deer's ass from behind, while he is still sprawled over the table, while fox smacks his muscular thighs with gigantic balls. Ironically, stag's own balls, but attached to fox instead.
Chuckling mischievously to himself, Jerry happily rubbed himself, looking like a sex crazed maniac. The testosterone filled balls gave him such strength; he didn't even break a single drop of sweat while furiously beating his meat. Not noticing the gathering of a small crowd, he panted hard with tongue poking out his mouth, while pointing dick towards the mirror. And suddenly, a massive amount of hot, thick cum shot at the reflection, with each almost painful throb of his cock. Breathing heavily, he suddenly felt a lack of stamina, for a peculiar reason. After hearing clapping and cheering, instead of pride, he felt shame. With a deep blush, he searched for the bathroom.

*****

Once finally clean and dried up, he left the shower room with a towel around his waist. Some people left while a previously hired cleaning company arrived. It wasn't their first gig, looking at their indifferent faces. But he didn't care about that, or the discreet workers. After finding an empty sofa, he sank into it, defeated and exhausted.
He pondered to himself about the recent events. Was it all worth it? The ball theft was clearly addicting, but since he found the biggest set, he could finally stop. Unless...
After uncovering his towel, the fox noticed the shriveled sack. Panicking, he grasped the orbs, which fit in his single hand with ease. Regular, average sized testicles. Whimpering, he lied down with the pillow behind his thumping head, like he had hungover from a previous testosterone surge. It wasn't over, was it? But somehow, he liked it. The thrill of finding a new target, fear of getting caught, the ultimate victory. Then taking the prize, worshipping it and... starting all over again.
He saw familiar looking clothes. Not even trying to find his thong with socks in it, he put on pants and shirt, while his thoughts were drowned in chaos. Hopefully, he will leave before...
     - What the fuck? Where are my balls?
But before anyone could find the fox again, the large, opened window brought a morning breeze.
Carpe Diem.