NO SHRIMPS


"Sooo, this is my apartment," Araclast said, backing into his apartment. His gesture was perhaps a bit more sweeping and grandiose than normal, but he was a little drunker than normal. Alcohol does loosen the inhibitions, doesn't it? He turned, his tail snaking out the door to hook his 'friend' for the night, dragging the feline in behind him. "Sullivan, right?"


"Right," The feline said. A short, muscular lynx followed the crux into his apartment, his eyes locked onto the tall, slender twink's cute little butt, which was just a bit below eye level for him. His dick was already half hard, a pleasant ridge jutting down the right leg of his shorts that was pushed forward by the bulk of the cat's aching blue balls. He was, he had told Araclast, just a salesman, passing through town, with a wife that wouldn't put out at home and a willingness to 'try stuff out', just this once. "You livin' along?"


"Yup, just us tonight," Araclast said, escorting Sullivan through the kitchen and down the narrow hall, wiggling his rump to keep the feline from looking up. He didn't want any questions about the knickknacks lining his shelves, after all. "I mean, unless you want me to invite over some buds?"


"Heh," The lynx blushed as he stumbled after the crux, his tongue twisting as he imagined TWO of the hybrids on either side of him. "I mean, let's see how we do first.. I can go all night, and, if you get tired or something..."


"Oh, 'e rawr, a real paramore are you? We love a short king." Araclast hopped onto his bed, a four post king size in the middle of the room, all mahogany and pale blue silk sheets, a comforter with a pattern of sea bubbles and fish already pulled half way back. "But there's nothing short about you, is there? Come here, let's see if the rumors are true." 


Sullivan stood closer, squeaking as the long limbed creature he had followed from the safety of the bar began undressing him. "W-what rumors?" He asked, as the crux knelt on the bed, looming over him and stripping the business casual polo up over his head. 


"Oh, I'm sure you've heard them," Araclast said, enjoying the beefy cat's nervousness as he stroked his long fingers across the feline's muscular chest, gripping and twisting his nipples, firmer than he should have. The cat yelped, and perhaps if he hadn't been as drunk as he was, he would have stopped Araclast from grabbing his bulge. "That some guys are short because their body puts all its energy into making that GOOD dick."


Sullivan blushed, his mouth opening in surprise, but he couldn't say anything, he was too busy watching as the crux kneaded the whole of his package in his large hands. Well, he grunted, and some noises were coming out of his mouth, but it was nothing worth listening to. Zzzzip!


Freshly freed from those terrible khakis, the lynx's healthy equipment flopped right out through the fly. No underwear, Araclast noted with a smirk, his hands closing over the feline's handsome baubles. They were impressive, the lynx's scrotum thickly furred up around the neck and along his groin, but the skin of his scrotum was mostly bared, the fur shorter and almost translucent along the front. Probably from constantly rubbing against those tighty whities currently puddled around his feet. Now they were being rubbed between Araclast's fingers, and the crux chuckled drunkenly as he pulled down on them playfully.

"These are great, Sully my boy," Araclast said, as he casually kneaded the other male's genitals. Sullivan shuddered, and smiled, his wide triangular ears flushing with pride and excitement. "Real nice, trophies if I've ever seen 'em. You ever win any awards with these?"


"Awards?" The dumbfounded lynx asked, his sheath tightening and a broad red tip of feline penis jutted out. "Um, do they give awards for big balls?" He looked genuinely lost, and Araclast giggled.


"Well, some people do. I mean, me and some friends have a monthly competition, to see who can find the biggest. You might win it!" He tsk'd as the drunk feline tried to climb into bed with him, and squeezed around his balls reprimandingly. "Sorry, you can't get on here yet, I'm not done inspecting you yet." 


Sullivan was half-hard at this point, and his dick was pointing down at the floor, a pretty dark pink that was accented by the stippling of barbs around the top half of it. Araclast let those lovely balls go, to hang and dangle, and wrapped his hand around the length of Sullivan's dick. He squeezed the hot, fudgy shaft, feeling it squish between his fingers. The cap swelled excitedly, and when he released the clench, it went back to being half hard. "With balls like that, I'm looking forward to seeing this bad boy get even bigger when it's hard."


"Oh!" Sullivan's cock shrank slightly in Araclast's grasp, going slightly limp. "Well, I mean, uh, it gets really, really hard. That's um..." He coughed. "That's about as big as it gets." He thought hard, trying to find a word. "Volume wise, I mean. But, it's a cat cock, with my barbs and stuff, it's gonna feel much bigger. That's what my... my wife says." 


Araclast let that just hang in the air, cringing internally for the poor blue-balled feline. Eventually, he nodded, and the hand holding Sullivan's cock slid back, stretching and wrapping around the whole of the feline's package. "That simply will not do." He pulled towards the bed, and Sullivan tried to climb on again, only to be rebuffed by the crux with a hand on his chest. 


"No, you have to stand right there for another moment," Araclast said, his voice losing the pretense of silly flirtiness, and adopting a harder, more authoritarian edge. "You see, my shrimp dicked friend, I have one rule here." 




The crux reached over to the end table, and picked up a large pair of shears, opening the blade's open and clapping them shut, dramatically. Sullivan started to blubber, but Araclast spoke over him, silencing the stunned feline. "I have one rule here." He opened the blade back up, the metal scraping against metal. "No tiny junk!" He could feel the cat's heartbeat pick up, the half-hard cock suddenly trying to fully erect at the direct threat that Araclast was making against it. Heh. It happened every time.


"Wait, wait, lemme, lemme tell you something," Sullivan stammered, his eyes wide, his hands held up defensively, but not doing anything to stop Araclast as he watched those large, sharp blades slide around the root of his cock and balls. "My balls, they're really huge, you said so! And, and, and HUGE balls, they, they make BIG dicks look sm-smaller, in comparison, so-"


"Oh, yeah?" Araclast said, and squeezed his fingers together. Sullivan's pleading changed instantly as he felt the metal dig into the soft, yielding flesh of his genitals. 


"Please! Oh god! No!" he cried, not even thinking to push the crux's hands away, staring as the blades sank into the flesh at the root of his cock. The only sound in response was the shrrrnipp of metal shearing through flesh, and the spatter of fluid against the hardwood floor as the crux's handful of flesh, his prized endowments, came off.


"Shhhhhush now. Bottoms don't get to talk," Araclast said, as he held the cat's fat nuts and cute cock up for him to see, hanging from his fingers instead of from Sullivan's loins. He swayed his hand back and forth, the rounded eggs bouncing gently against his wrist as they swung left and right. "Now, get on the bed."


Sullivan's mind reeled, staring now at his stolen glory. His mouth opened, the words coming out without him thinking about it. "But I'm not a buh-" And then he couldn't talk, as his dick pressed into his mouth. It was a thick appendage, and Sullivan hadn't sucked a dick before, but it felt big to him, sliding over his tongue and pressing into the back of his throat. "MMmmph!"


Araclast wasn't done, yet, though. One hand cupped Sullivan's skull from behind, as he tucked all six or seven inches of thick lynx dick into the feline's flabbergasted mouth. Then, he cupped those lovely, heavy balls, and pushed them up against those sharp fangs as well. 


"Open wide!" he teased, as he pressed his palm against them, forcing the heavy eggs against Sullivan's stunned mouth. The drunk feline opened his mouth, obediently, gagging as his cock was forced deeper into his throat by the sudden insertion of his own big nuts into his mouth. Araclast held his head in place, keeping him from pulling away, as he crush-palmed the left and then the right orb between those jaws and into his mar. "Good job. Try not to bite down too hard, or swallow too hard; we're gonna get those taken care of after we have our fun here."






Sullivan gagged, his head moving forward and tears flowing from his eyes as his body attempted to regurgitate his itching, tickling dick out of his throat, but Araclast cupped his mouth and forced those huge balls back between his jaws. Then, he pulled up on his chin, just enough to pierce those balls with his sharp fangs. Somehow, feeling meat in his mouth shut down the gag reflex. Araclast winked down at the confused, tear-stained face of the lynx. "Old trick I learned, way back at the Blackjack Training Battalion. Fuck the falcons, amirite?"


Sullivan stared up at him, confused, and Araclast pulled his hand away from his mouth. He patted the middle of his bed, and Sullivan, cheeks bulging with his own maleness, did so. He could feel heat trickling down his inner thighs, but all he could focus on was NOT biting down and NOT swallowing his own dick. His throat closed around it, and tugged, and his head spun as he struggled not to gulp. Every primal instinct told him that he had a mouthful of food and he had to eat it. 


Then he felt himself flipped over, onto his back, with Araclast looming over him, a knotted, large purple canine cock twitching and oozing with the crux's arousal.


"You know, with all of that talk about YOUR cock, you didn't even think to compliment me on mine. Isn't it huge?" The crux waggled it, and then lifted up Sullivan's legs, pushing the burly cat's knees up against his stomach. 


"Oh, did you think you were going to tap my ass tonight? I mean, you could have." He reached behind him and slapped a palm against his own ass, before he thrust down and into the neutered male beneath him. Sullivan's squeal was mostly muffled by the wad of testicular meat and cock flesh that filled his muzzle and throat. "If you had been as hung as you promised you were at the bar!"


Araclast's black and yellow form ground and hunched against the hapless feline, his kinked tail swirling merrily through the air as the crux bred the poor fucker underneath him. When he felt his knot coming on, he jammed himself inwards, sighing in orgiastic satisfaction as that tight grip crushed down around his knot. He filled the feline's ass, as the emasculated lynx's groin spurted a weak, undirected blast of cream up and out of himself, stinging against the raw wound of flesh that remained. 


They laid together, like that, for a while. Sullivan murmured something, but of course the crux couldn't hear him. He lifted himself up, grunting indulgently at the clench that Sullivan's ass gave around his knot, and carefully helped twist the feline's leg over, rolling Sullivan over onto his stomach. Araclast reached to the side, way off the bed, where a bottle and a jar rested on the nightstand. His knot pulled against Sullivan's insides, deliciously, but the obedient little bitch held on and kept him inside.


"You did great, Sully," Araclast said, as he slipped the large mason jar onto the bed, directly underneath the lynx's chin. "You can spit it out now."


Sullivan shyly opened his mouth, watching as he disgorged his balls into the jar. They didn't fit through the narrow neck, not together, and he nudged the left one with his nose, so that it would slide down first. That dragged the right one down with it, and then he felt the peculiar sensation of his barbed, limp shaft, tugged out of his throat. It skimmed against his tongue and flopped into the quart sized jar. He stared at them, his eyes tearing over.


Araclast loved the way the straight boys clenched down, when they finally saw their defeated equipment in a jar. He reached around Sullivan, and poured the bottle of grain alcohol over top of them.


"But that's going to...." Sullivan said, his words trailing off as he watched the alcohol pour down over his equipment.


"Yup. It's going to preserve your equipment, forever. A testament to those who come home with me; if you aren't bringing at least ten inches, you're leaving with zero." He slapped a lid down on top of the jar, the huge nuts bobbing in the alcohol along with the thick, seven inch cat cock, now just a 'lynx brandy' to be preserved. Araclast shook it, then put it back on the nightstand.


"Now... I'm still horny, and you said you can go all night long." Araclast said, gently grinding his knot into the feline's rear, then tugging at it, enjoying the slight rub of friction against his dick as he knot-fucked the feline. "Shall we continue?"


Around them, up near the ceiling, dozens of other jars gleamed in the dim candle light of the bedroom. Other trophies, from other males, had long settled in their preserving liquors, darkening it with their salt and musk, their owners long forgotten from the mind of the crux who rutted against his submissive, emasculated bitch boy. Perhaps Charn would purchase this jar from the crux; the tiger always seemed to appreciate those 'big eggs'. Or perhaps he wouldn't. It didn't matter to Araclast; there was always fresh meat at the bar, waiting for a slinky crux tail to curl around them and lead them to bed.