Nyama loved his job.  Sure the streams were fun, but those were just the beginning.  The whole underground snuff circuit was bigger than you could possibly imagine, and that led to many bodies piling up.

That’s where Nyama’s real job comes in.

In his bunker, nice and far from prying eyes and non-bought out law enforcement, he collects.  Snuff streams, deep web hitmen, even some ‘donations’ from willing participants.  All the bodies left over come to him for ‘processing’.  The more mutilated bodies are gutted (if they even have something to gut), meat removed and shipped off to the highest bidder.  Hungry predators unable to hold themselves back, depraved chefs looking to surprise the guests, pretty much anyone who wants to partake in the forbidden flavor.

The more whole bodies though?  Those are kept.  In the cooler, they’re kept to be used by only the most depraved, fucked up of furs to take to bed.  As you might guess, Nyama is one of those furs.  In fact, the most attractive (to him at least) bodies he keeps for himself, locked away in a hidden area which only he has the key to.

Now a uniform wasn’t needed for this, but the hyena just couldn’t help himself.  He looked like some sort of slasher villain, the unholy hybrid of a butcher and surgeon stained in old, rusty blood.  A thick apron under a lab coat, both coated in many layers of various fluids.  His hands were covered with a pair of latex gloves - just a kink he felt like indulging, not like anyone could complain - with a matching surgical mask, now pulled down around his neck.  Entering his personal collection, he looks through his ‘selection’.  Bodies of all shapes, sizes, species, and genders hang on hooks, the room looking like a very morbid closet.

Humming a song, he looks through the collection, fond memories coming from a few of them.  There’s a female tigress, a thin line across her throat.  It was his first kill, one he enjoyed quite a bit.  Hell, it’s the one that got him the job!  Got a call from an unlisted number, apparently they’d heard of his...exploits and wanted to offer a position.  The only stipulation was he needed to prove himself.  Send a video of a kill, anyone will do.  Being the sadistic monster he is, he happily obliged.  Knife in hand he crept up on an unsuspecting woman and, waiting for the perfect moment, struck.  There was a struggle, sure, but that was half the fun!  After sending it in it was nowhere to go but up!

Pushing her aside, he flips through more bodies, each with their own story.  Some have similarly slit throats, some were clearly choked, hung, and the occasional overdose.  Eventually, he settles on a boar.  Sure he wasn’t traditionally attractive, chubby and not the most well endowed, but the hyena had a thing for it.  Hefting him off the hook, he carries the limp body out of the freezer and to the preparation area.

It’s nothing too spectacular, just a place to get the lucky guests a bit defrosted.  Almost like a tanning bed, he slides his pick inside and closes it, setting the timer and getting prepared.

Preparation was very important for these kinds of things.  Being, well, dead, they won’t be as responsive to cues, along with lacking any sort of lubrication they may have.  Lubrication is very important, hence the bunker’s very large supply.  Snatching a bottle from the storage closet, he drops his pants and gets to work.

His member stands fully out, bright red with the typical canine shape.  Touching it with a gloved hand, he shivers and lets out a soft groan.  God, how long had it been?  Squirting a small glob of clear lube into one hand, he begins to rub it onto the twitching shaft.  The coldness, while expected, still sends a shiver down his spine.  Each stroke spreads it more, adding a bright sheen to the already pretty damn shining cock.  The rubbing gets a bit faster, Nyama starting to pant in pleasure before getting knocked out of his trance by a ding.  Ears perked, he almost skips over to the bed, swinging the top up to reveal the unfrozen boar.  He has to hold himself back from taking him right then and there!  Bottle in one hand, he hefts the corpse onto his shoulder and carries it to his preferred location, the bedroom.

Dropping the nude man onto the bed, he crawls up on top of him, ideas racing through his head.  Bottoming wasn’t much of an option, or at least not one that’s doable without a lot of preparation.  Leaning close to the motionless snout, he presses his lips to it’s in a macabre kiss.  The hyena’s tongue slips inside, tasting the still cold boar.  It’s dry, yet still carries some of his taste.  The dryness doesn’t matter much anyways, what with Nyama supplying enough spit to fill him well enough.  His dog cock grinds against the large belly, soft whines and moans sneaking from his maw into the kiss as he rubs.  Pulling back, he looks into the frozen, clouded eyes and coos, “I always loved how you all looked at me~” Dragging a finger down the side of his head, he begins to slide himself down, looking at the permanently-limp member before him.  Sure he’s dead, but that’s no excuse to leave him out of the fun!  

Long, slow tongue strokes are the preferred method, dragging over the boar’s small member before sliding to his balls.  Nyama slips one into his mouth, carefully sucking at it as he bathes it with the broad muscle.  He always enjoyed giving oral, be his subjects living or dead.  He can just hear the moans, the begging for more.  “If you insist…” he coyly mutters, sliding even lower, dragging over the taint to his hole.  “Actually, maybe it’d be easier like this…”  Pulling away, he slips his hands under one side and rolls the male over with a groan.  

“There we go!” he says, rubbing his gloved hands together.  Re-taking position, he places his hands on the oversized cheeks and spreads them wide, revealing the tight puckered hole.  Leaning in, he takes a good whiff of it, noting the lack of smell, before delving right in.  Lapping at it he begins to apply a slight pressure as he slides in.  It’s very clean, as the preparation procedure dictates.  Nobody likes a toy to be messy when first opened!  The broad muscle slides in effortlessly, the corpse unable to clench and force him out, one of the big benefits it seems.  Once the hole is nice and wet, he gets to the real fun.  Spurting a bit more lube on his paw, he re-coats his needy member and climbs onto the bed, positioning the tip at the entrance.  “Hope you’re ready, babe~” he coos as he slides in, letting out a drawn-out moan.  The boar’s chilling walls easily give way to the warm meat, lube only making it easier.  “Oh, fuck!” he moans, back arching as he reaches his knot, pushing it inside with almost no resistance.  “You like this?” he groans, yanking the bulb out.  Pulling back more, he slides out until just the tip remains before thrusting in, knot and all.  It’s like nothing you could get from a living partner.  The dead don’t complain about his knot.  Or at least, not as much.  Pressing his belly to the corpse, his hips continue to thrust hard and fast, balls pounding against the sizable rump.  “Fuck, I love you so much.  So fat, so delicious!”  Leaning down, he lets his teeth dance over his shoulder, just a hair’s breadth from breaking the skin.  As delectable it was to tear into a good fur now and again, dead bodies weren’t the most fun to do it with.  Too cold and tough, but the nibbles are still fun.

It doesn’t take long until the humping gets shallow, the only thing moving being his knot popping in and out.  “Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” he groans, whispering into the boar’s ear, “Are you ready, love?”  A couple more thrusts and he finally gives in, moan turning into a whooping howl.  Ropes of hot, sticky cum fill the body, plugged in by the hyena’s knot.  More and more of his seed fills his hole as his balls unload, at least a week or two’s worth of pent-up cum held inside gushing out.  After a while, a minute at least, he finally finishes up.  Giving the boar one last kiss, he yanks his slowly softening member out, flopping down beside the corpse and rolling it back over.  It’s a strange scene as he cuddles with the body, softly kissing the motionless mouth as he gazes into the dead eyes and slowly falls to sleep, leaving the cleanup for another time.