Haunting

THE GUILLOTINE ROOM 2

Josh returned to the guillotine room, checking that it was empty. Everything was still and silent. The dark wood and cobwebs seemed to swallow all sound. Closing the oak panel door’s, the big wolf paced around the room, his eye’s never leaving the guillotine. He imagined Corbin’s victims, standing there locked in place, knowing the razor sharp blade was about to drop. About to remove their maleness in one quick clean slice, totally emasculating them, while the panther watched on and gloated. The thought made Josh’s own enormous male hood begin strain against the inside of his trousers. Stalking over to the video camera, Josh turned it off, and then, with one final guilty glance around to make sure no one was watching, Josh began to strip. First his shirt, unwrapping it from around his meaty torso, pectorals gleaming with their thick layer of

fur. He briefly stroked down over his chest, looking at the guillotine. Not even noticing as he did that the little red light atop the camera

had come back on! He unbuttoned his tight jeans and worked them down his thick muscular thighs. His cock hung half out of his sheath, thick an

fat. His girlfriend always told him he had a real trophy package… He toyed with it, stroking the thick dick, pulling the sheath up and down

along it. Staring at the sharp blade of the artifact, he had a big, aching hard on in minutes. Pausing, he looked down to watch the huge organ

jerk up and down. He cupped under his fat nuts, rubbing their soft warm fur under his dick. Pulling it all taut, he imagined what his crotch

would look like without them. Pre-cum bubbled at the end of his cock.

He moved up to the guillotine, checking that the steel safety pin was securely in place. He lifted the genital collar and peeked at it, it seemed relatively clean. The metal underside even looked freshly polished. He lifted up his balls, flopping them over the edge, cock twitching against his belly as he held it out of the way. The big male shuddering as illicit thrills shivered up through him. He bent the huge cock down, over the balls. Letting it drop down into place, the collar just

rested over his bulging loins. He grinned. ‘They hadn’t counted on someone like Me using it.’ He rested his fingers atop the collar and squeezed

it over his junk. He pushed it down towards the other side like one would the top of an overstuffed suitcase. He felt the latch click, and lock. Instantly the stretched band released to keep the victim from bleeding out. Josh was somewhat surprised that the band was as powerful as

it was. He’d figured that the old rubber would be weak and brittle. But from the feel of it the band was working perfectly, a shiver ran down his spine. His trapped cock jerked up even more excited, throbbing and hard, as he watched it bob in the full length mirror. ‘I would make a perfect victim.’ He thought to himself, admiring his form, and the way his junk stuck out from the hole in the guillotine. Arousal surged through him, a drop of pre hanging down from the flared tip, towards the

bucket below. He shuddered as he thought of all the packages, just like his, that had thumped, fallen, and clanged into that bucket. Idly he wondered what sound they made…

‘If you’re going to play, you might as well get the full excitement from it.’ A voice in his mind encouraged. He lifted one ankle, and the other slipping them into the shackles, then locked his left paw into its shackle. “Oh No, no, please release me.” He begged under his breath, as he

fantasized the panther was victimizing him. Moving his right paw around he jacked his huge cock a few times, until his pre was dripping into the catch bucket, and then reached up to caress the blades release button. Rolling his thumb against the flat steel button, feeling how easy it would be for the panther to slice off a helpless male’s package… Panting in sexual tension as he imagined what Corbin might have been saying to his victim. ‘I’m gonna slice your dick off!” He could imagine the

panther whispering in his ears. ‘Your cock and balls will make a fiiiiine trophy!’ He noticed that he could see his breath, damn it was cold! It

felt like frost was forming on his big cock… “No, wait!” “Ohoooo!” He grunted inhaling sharply as he felt icy paw’s begin to caress his enormous hard on. “Yes…ohooo yes!” He could feel phantom fingers, gripping his cock by the root and pulling even more of it through the guillotine’s collar.

Stroking down along it to the engorged head, one paw after another. It felt like it was milking

him! Josh moaned as his pre oozed even faster from his excited shaft! He could hear it spattering into the metal bucket down below. “Yeah, man

play with it…” He moaned like he assured the victim would have at this pleasure. “Oh, no, don’t cut off my big balls!” He then begged, in fantasy. “Yeah, oh man, don’t chop off my big hard cock!” It was all so arousing he could almost imagine he could see the panthers gloating muzzle. Fuck… oh, fuck… me…” His nuts tightened up, and

he groaned, humping against the guillotine’s wooden frame work. His body trying to cum, but of course the band kept his sperm locked in his balls. He was just reaching for the release on the collar trapping his crotch, when the icy phantom masturbating paw’s vanished! He felt his tail wrenched savagely aside. An icicle seemed to rub, and then press hard against his hot anal pucker.

‘Of course… I’ll fuck you!’ A soft wicked sounding voice, whispered in his ear. ‘But first.’ Josh felt his paw all by itself reach back around the

blade release control. His thumb resting on top of the cold steel button. He heard a metal scrape up above. His eyes flew open wide as he saw the safety

pin slide out from its hole as if some invisible paw was removing it. It dropped with a loud ‘Clink’ into the metal catch bucket opposite him.

Then… he felt an icy cold paw atop his own, invisible finger pushing against the back of his thumb.

“Nooooooooo!” He screamed in terror as he fought to jerk his paw away. However, it was far too late, as the cold finger forced his against

the release button. There was a ‘Click’. Josh panted. ‘Safe?’ No. A shriek of metal against metal, as the blade dropped. It passed in

front of the shocked male’s eyes, and then disappeared through the slot in the collar trapping his crotch into place. Thumping heavily into

the catch at the bottom. Josh stared at his quivering package.. just hanging from the other side of the guillotine, until it tottered. Huge

cock angling down… as it fell into the catch bucket. His question answered, he heard a soft wet

sounding ‘Bong’ as his fat cock and heavy ball’s landed in the metal bucket! “IIEIEIIII!” He squealed as he realized his own emasculation!

‘Now… for your fucking!’ The soft, wicked, amused sounding voice grunted, as his last paw was forced into its shackle. High pitched, effeminate moans escaped Josh, as he felt a rough massive icy cold organ forced up his taut tail hole!

Professor Whaite opened the door a crack and peeked into the room. Finding Josh locked to the guillotine’s frame, tail up anus hanging half open. ‘Well as long as it was open…’ The old sheep dog thought moving up behind the former straight stud. Taking his aroused organ out of his tweed trousers and sinking it into the hot sloppy orifice. “Ohoooo noooo not… not again please!” The former jock stud moaned weakly not noticing that this cock was hot rather than deadly cold. Strong paws cupping and squeezing Josh’s hard round ass cheeks.