It was rare to get a willing subject.  Unwilling was far more common, as one would expect for such a...gruesome thing.  But he didn’t mind, not at all.  In fact, the more willing ones were far more fun.  All the struggling leads to jagged cuts, tough meat, less enjoyment for the sadistic hyena.  So getting the call from his boss got him indescribably excited.  Some ram, one with some very dark kinks, had caught wind of the ‘operation’ through some deep web contacts.  Instead of trying to call some form of authority, like many had tried (and failed) to do, he pulled the trigger, so to speak, on himself and signed up to visit the bunker.

The registration process is surprisingly simple, divided into two options.  The most common form is more of a hit, costing a decent amount payed in your crypto-currency of choice.  The victim’s information, address, phone number, name, all the common details, are put down into a form of resume, along with the desired usage of the body.  Dumping it is a bit more expensive than one would think, most of the fee going to the extra labor, along with paying off authorities and cleaning costs.  The other option is to send it to ‘The Butcher’, the hyena we all know and love, where he puts them to use, be it for meat or ‘recreation’.

The other registration process is far less common, but those who do it seem to enjoy it.  Or at least, while they can. Behind many confirmations hides the self-registration option.  As with registering someone else, the victim puts down personal information and such, but with an added part.  A schedule.  Choosing an open day, they put down a time to be picked up.  In an unmarked van, they’re transported to an unknown location for ‘testing’, checking for any diseases and such that could taint their meat or cause danger, along with blood typing and a general physical.  Once done, the victim is stripped and tossed back into the van and driven to their final destination: The Bunker, where our tale begins.

Nyama waits, clad in his lab coat and nothing else.  Today was the day his ‘subject’ would arrive, and he was excited, his member standing tall.  Decency went out the window with him it seemed, seeing as he wouldn’t be seeing him for long anyways.  Besides, it saved time.  If this kid was gonna go out, he was going out with a bang!  Speaking of a bang…

The entrance door slams shut, a nude ram in his early to mid 20s left in a sort of airlock.  Almost skipping, the butcher opens the second door, a toothy grin on his face, “Ah, you must be Ethan!” he greets, tugging him inside, “Come in, come in!”  The entrance hall isn’t special, but it does have an air of sterility.  Similar to a hospital waiting room, save the two naked furs standing in it.  Taking his victim by the arm, he leads him down a hallway, letting out soft laughs and giggles.

“S-so, uh,” Ethan stutters, dull excitement rushing through him, “How does this work?”  As expected, the mad doctor doesn’t respond, just doing the infamous hyena cackle as he opens a door to reveal his operating room.  It’s like a surgical theatre, a metal table sitting in the center with rolling tables covered in various instruments, most of which don’t seem to fit with the medical aesthetic.  Sure there are scalpels, but alongside those are knives and needles both loaded and empty.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, my little sheep~” he coos, shutting the door behind the pair, “You know, you’re quite the kinky little boy.  I saw your requests and, well, let's just say I’m glad you chose us~”  Licking his chops, he starts to list off some of the ‘requests’, “Knife and bloodplay, biting, gutfucking,” he laughs again, “The list goes on!  Guess you really want to get messed up~”  Stepping up to the male, he examines him up and down.  He’s fairly short, maybe 5 and a half feet.  Nyama towers over him, a full foot taller.  Even downstairs he tops him by a few inches at least!  “How about you hop up on the table and we can get things started.” he says with a sharp toothy grin.

Ethan obeys, sitting on the edge of the table.  His excitement, if it wasn’t already, becomes very visible as his member grows to it’s full hardness.  Laying back, he shivers as the cold metal saps his heat.  “S-so, uh, what’s up first?”

As expected, the hyena responds with a cackle, running his hands over the assortment of tools.  Ideas run through his demented mind as he selects a common kitchen knife, licking his lips as he climbs onto the table with the ram, straddling his hips, their members pressed together.  “God, I’ve been waiting so long,” he groans, dragging the flat of the blade down Ethan’s cheek, “When they told me about a volunteer I was so thrilled!  Even held off self-pleasure just to have a nice big load for you~”  

Slowly, he presses the tip of the knife into his cheek, the ram wincing.  It isn’t too deep, only enough to break skin.  Nyama drags it down slowly, the other male’s breath shaking as he whines.  Crimson blood oozes from the new cut as he sets the blade down.  His own breath hoarse with lust, the carnivore leans in, dragging his tongue up the bleeding cut.  It stings as he comes into contact with it, Ethan letting out a yelp.  His broad tongue laps at the oozing blood, the metallic iron taste sending shocks of excitement and pleasure down his spine.  It was rare he got to taste right from the tap, even more for them not to fight back.  Hand gripping the male’s head, he turns it to face himself and roughly kisses him, tongue pushing it’s way inside.  

It’s odd to taste your own blood, but that’s just to be expected in this strange situation.  The ram doesn’t hate it though.  In fact, he seems to enjoy it!  Soft whimpers and moans pepper the kiss, his hands reaching up to grope the mad butcher’s back.  Laughing into his subject’s mouth, the hyena breaks off the kiss, picking the knife back up.  Sliding the tip back into the wound, he presses deeper, cutting slightly more into the male’s cheek.  In a stroke of morbid creativity, he tilts the knife, pressing the tip to slide lengthwise into the cut, pressing across the skin without slicing the surface, almost like a macabre pocket.  His idea seems to work just fine, if the victim’s bucking hips and shouts of pain are anything to go by.  Tugging the blade out, he grins and presents the sharp tip to him. “Clean it.” 

Not in a position to argue (even if he wanted to) he obliges.  Hands holding the arm steady, he leans in.  The metal blade’s tip slips into his maw, sharp edge barely grazing his lip.  With careful precision, he strokes his tongue along the flat, tasting his blood in it’s pure form.  As he strokes along the blade, his cock throbs hard, pre dripping down the shaft.  Something about the pain, the danger, the utter helplessness, it was all just so fucking hot.  His eyes look up at his ‘captor’, so to speak, filled with fear and obedience.  Stripped of his clothes and dignity, he was in no place to disobey.

The hyena suppresses a manic laugh, getting a sadistic thrill from watching the ram in such a perilous situation.  Removing the knife, he presses the tip into his chest, near his left shoulder.  Softly at first, as if making a mark to start, before pressing it in harder, slicing right through the flesh.  Ethan lets out a blood curdling scream, back arching in pain.

“Hush,” Nyama hisses, “I don’t want to mess up the incision!”  Dragging the blade down to his mid-chest.  Blood oozes from the slice as the madman lets out a soft groan, the other male’s breath speeding up.  Tugging the knife out, he repeats the cut, this time starting near his right shoulder.  As it meets the incision, he finishes his cut by dragging it down, careful not to push too deep as the knife goes over his soft belly.  Pulling his blade out, he sets it off to the side, hopping down.  Ethan, now overcome by pain and adrenaline, stares straight up at the ceiling.  It hurt, that was clear, but how was he still conscious?  All the blood loss, not to mention shock, should have knocked him out!

“When you were prepped they gave you something, no?  A little shot.  A nice little cocktail to keep you awake~”  Fiddling with something, he sets a trio of needles on the table, laughing to himself.  Were it weren’t for his breathing and occasional whines, you’d easily mistake the ram for a corpse, ready for it’s autopsy.  Not bothering with forceps, the hyena gingerly grabs one of the flaps of flesh, pulling it back slowly.   

“SHIT!” Ethan shrieks, feeling his skin burn as it’s peeled back, revealing what was not meant to be shown.  The sounds seem to only arouse the canine further, his cock dripping with pre as he holds the flap open, needle weaving under his flesh to pin it open.  It’s done again with the other two, the ram screeching as he peels and pins, soon leaving him wide open.  Almost like a dumpling, open and filled with delicious meats.  Licking his lips, the ‘doctor’ climbs right back on, licking the bloody viscera from his claws as he leans over the woozy subject.  One hand runs over his exposed sternum, claws dragging on it.  As strange as it sounds, it feels pretty damn good.  Taboo as all hell, but that only makes it better.  Through his haze of pain and blood loss, he manages to slip out a soft “F-fuck…”

With a laugh, the hyena takes that as a cue to continue.  He’d been inside many furs, but living?  Always a good treat.  Leaning down, he drags his tongue up his neck, smearing blood up it as his hands slide lower, pressing into his wet, vulnerable organs. 

This is what pushes the ram to his first earnest moan, one he doesn’t hold back at all.  “Good meat.” Nyama coos, teeth grazing over his neck, breath hot.  Opening wide, he slips his maw around his throat, sinking his teeth in.  It isn’t deep enough to harm him too much, he can still breath and talk and such, but the skin is broken, letting blood ooze into the carnivore’s mouth.

His hands continue to grope and molest his guts, intenstines slipping between his fingers.  In a way, he always found it beautiful.  The pinks, whites, even yellows all mingling in a macabre painting, all waiting just below the surface!  He’d frame it if he could, but for now, he can only get it straight from the source.  One hand slips into his ribs, the lungs squeezing around his arm as he feels at his heart.  With one quick cut, he could end it right now.  The control, the danger, it’s a rush for both participants.  He gives a soft squeeze, feeling it thump in his paw before pulling back.

It was too much.  At this point, Nyama’s cock was almost painfully hard, oozing with pre.  Drops of it splatter down into the open cavity, mixing with his other fluids.  It’s time, he’s been waiting.  Both paws slipping in, he grabs a mass of organs and holds them over his cock.  Releasing the male’s throat, he makes sure to give a good view as he slowly rolls his hips into the mass.  It feels like heaven.  Wet, warm, gooey pleasure engulf his shaft, causing the sadistic doctor to moan out loud.  Wet, messy squishes fill the air as he humps at it, tongue hanging out.  Ethan, even in his state, can’t help enjoying it.  It’s as beautiful as he’d imagined, and it was happening right in front of him.  Reaching for his own cock wasn’t an option, but he didn’t need it.  Just the sight, along with the occasional rub from the hyena’s ass, was enough for him.

“Ha!” Nyama laughs between moans, “You really ARE a sick fuck!”  His thrusts speed up, only to slow down as he changes the pace.  “God, you wanna see me nut in your guts, right?  Fuck, I bet you’ll cum without me even touching you!”  Moaning again, he leans down, almost like he’s mounting the organs, “Fuck, hope you’re ready cause here it comes!”

With a moan, he unloads himself into the tangled mess, white hot cum spurting into the viscera as he moans, pulling out of it as he drops it back into the cavity, letting himself let loose ropes directly inside the ram.  His organs, muscle, and bones are covered in his milky white seed, some getting between his ribs to coat his heart with it’s warmth.

However, Ethan doesn’t finish.  Not yet.  Noticing this, the hyena gets an idea.  Scooting back, he slides the cock between his cheeks, hiding him under his now mostly red coat.  He picks up the knife again, holding it to his throat.  “This is it.  You get your last finish.”  Slowly, he begins to rub his ass against the hard member, hotdogging the masochistic ram as the messy blade presses to his windpipe.

“P-please..” he moans, hips rolling under Nyama.  The feeling of the knife pricking his skin, so close to his throat, was almost enough to push him over right there!  In fact, it doesn’t take long for him to reach his limit, “I-I’m gonna-”

RIght as he lets out a moan to signal his orgasm, the blade flashes to the side, a wide and deep gash now present in the male’s throat.  Blood flows and spurts from the wound as he gurgles.  However, that isn’t the only thing spurting…  In the most intense orgasm he’d ever had, his cock explodes with his last load of cum, hitting the killer in his ass.  He presses his lips to the wound, drinking the blood as it flows from him.  In his final moments, Ethan sees the doctor over him, laughing again, “You did good, kid.  Maybe I’ll find a use for you after all…”  Darkness overtakes him as his consciousness fades, life draining away.

As his patient dies, Nyama hops down, wiping his maw.  Placing the knife down, he selects a bonesaw, humming a tune as he starts to saw at the male’s neck, right at the wound.  Sure, his body was ruined for future use, but the head?  Save the cut (which he actually finds makes him look a bit more attractive), it was in perfect condition!  It’d be a long cleanup process, but this was a subject he wouldn’t soon forget.