Toby fell back into his chair, exhausted. The wolf had been working hard all day, running errands for his boss. The dumb Ox was an terrible employer, plowing all the shit jobs his way, minimum wage, and no chance of promotion for at least three more years. Three years! but the wolf was still contented, he always had the last laugh. That stupid boss of his hadn't got a clue that he was being payed a little on the side from his wife. Turned out the Ox was as cold to his wife in bed as he was to his employees, and it was left to Toby keep her company whenever he was out, and more than a couple of times when he wasn't too.

But now things were going to change! he was sick of everything about this building, his shitty office and his shittier workmates. He was going to make it on his own, his own business, and no one to boss him around. Maybe he would stick it to the fat Ox when he made it big... and snag his wife too, a fine mare. He already had everything sorted out, he'd brought his plot, and once he was in business and taking in money, everything would be better. he could pay off his creditors and have done with it.

Just as he was relaxing, the wolf was shook into focus up by a loud banging on the office door. He straightened himself out quickly, and spluttered "c..come in! come in!", still half asleep.

The door swung open, as a huge green dragon swaggers his way into the room, flanked by a pair of dogs; a big rottie, muscles bulging, and a weedy little mutt. Toby knew the dragon well. It was his creditor Koros, one of the less reputable lenders in the city. It killed Toby to have to resort to borrowing from him, but with his credit rating, he had no choice. "Erm... hi! Ah... how can I help you fine gentlemen?" Said the wolf, sitting up straight, visibly shaken by the presence of Koros's entourage.

"You'll be helping me alright, Toby, one way or the other." Replied Koros, ginning to himself. "I hope for your sake you have my money...hm?"

"W...wait! You said you were going to wait until I had my business set up, I was making money!"

"Come now, Toby, you know how I do business. One week, fifty percent interest, no exceptions. If I start making exceptions for you, well, where will it end?"

Toby was visibly shaken. Koros's terms were well known, but he had made a deal with him... he promised... he felt foolish just thinking about it now. "P...please, I have the money down on a plot, give me another week, I... I'll get it all to you! I promise!" The wolf was panting heavily, he knew about Koros... he had a thing for breaking the legs of the people who didn't give him what he wanted.

"Like I said, no exceptions. So, last chance, am I going to get my money today?"

"I...I... I can't. I'm sorry!"

"Fine. The debt's off." Koros smiled broadly.

"W...what?"

"The debt's off. You see Toby, you're not the only person who hasn't given me my money back recently" The two dogs started to advance around the shaking wolf. "And for some reason, breaking their legs didn't seem to help them get it in time! Can you believe that!" He chuckled loudly, while Toby just sat there, listening intently. "So I've been forced to resort to more... effective methods. You'll get me my money back Toby, you're just going to have to do me a favor to pay for it" Koros smiled broadly, as the scrawny mutt stabbed a syringe into Toby's neck. His vision fading quickly, he just had time to feel his limp body picked up by the rottie, the sound of the Dragon's obnoxious chuckling still lingering in his mind.

*

"Wakey, wakey, shitstack"

Toby shook his head, letting his vision clear. And the first thing he saw when it did, was an ugly rottweiler. His memory quickly recovered, though his head was still pounding, as the Rotter spat right in between his eyes.

"Huh huh huh... just between you and me, shitstack, this one might be interesting. 'Bout time we had a pair of preds up there. Smart money's not on you, though! Bit too chubby. And I should know, I had to haul your wimpy ass here! Huh huh huh."

"W...what are you talking about?" Toby said, trying to stand up, and soon realizing his arms were tightly bound, and stripped to his boxers. He watched the Rottie leave the room, leaving him alone on the cold, damp stone floor.

He waited for what seemed like hours, the chill penetrating his exposed spine. He tried to struggle his way up, but even if the bonds weren't so tight, the drugs were still hot in his system, and he could barely think straight, let alone move. He giggled to himself quietly, feeling so damn stupid... he could be at home now. Or better... he could be seeing to that naughty mare of his, his boss was working late tonight anyways... what time of day is it? he couldn't tell. There was no natural light in the room, just a bright flashlight illuminating his body, and the only warmth he could feel...

Finally, he heard a door opening into the room. A huge green scaled foot slammed down in front of his face, and he knew... it was Koros.

"I see you've waken up, the drugs should've worn off by now too... I do hope Brian wasn't too rough on you." He leant down to Toby's ear. "Just between you and me, I have a pretty penny on you doing well. I need you in top shape for today"

"W...what am I going to do? I had enough of this from that fat rotter, I don't need it from you too!" A chunky furry foot landed in the small of his back. Guess he could've checked to see if that fat rotter was in the room or not first...

"Brian! We treat our guests with a little more respect, here. After all, he's going to be doing us a great service." there was a grunt of apology from behind the wolfs back, and the dragon leant down to him again. "Not only are you going to be putting on a show for us, we are getting a fair price for the tickets to see it. And it will also serve as a nice warning for all my future clients, who're lucky enough to get front row seats!" He chuckled to himself, and Toby swore that no torture he could get could be worse than listening to that obnoxious laugh.

"But I digress, we must be getting on. We've already got a full crowd in, and I'm certainly not going to let you disappoint them!" With a flick of his razor-sharp claw, the dragon snapped the bonds binding his feet, helping the wolf to his feet.

Unsure of what to say, and unwilling to press his luck by asking again what will happen, he simply asked "W...where are my clothes?"

Koros laughed again. "Don't worry, they'll be returned to you in time ...probably. Though that said, it might not be up to me." The dragon began to walk towards the door, leaving Toby on his own, until Brian gave him a shove in the back, prompting him to walk alongside his captor.

"Like I said before, I've been having some trouble getting my money back recently, and to be frank, folk just don't see leg-breaking as much of an incentive anymore. So they have forced me to be a little more... shall we say... inventive, with my punishments" He chuckled to himself again. Toby couldn't hold back a cringe this time, it was unbearable.

They walked in silence for a while through the maze of corridors, hints of other cells such as his own were apparent, doors with barred windows, nothing but darkness and a single glint of light inside. Finally they reached a large iron door.

"Okay, my furry friend, here we are!" The huge dragon sweeped open the door onto a warehouse, packed with furs of all species crowded around a platform made of crates. The sudden burst of noise was astonishing, the crowd was already rowdy, and began to cheer as Koros and Toby entered the room. The wolf was lead by his captor through the crowd, and up to the crates.

They stopped, and the dragon faced him, pulling out a short dagger. Toby shook slightly at the sight of the blade, but soon calmed down as it was used to slice through his bonds. Koros leant into him, putting his considerable jaw to the wolf's ear, and whispered to him, "Now my boy, I should probably say this... I'm sorry you got dragged into this. I promised you something and did not deliver. But one look at you and well..." He licked his lips. "I couldn't resist!" He leant back, grinning, and said loudly, "Good luck, I'm counting on you" and gave a wink, leaving the dagger in the bewildered wolf's hand, before chuckling off into the crowd.

Toby was forcefully rammed onto the crates by his old rottie friend, and while he was still stunned and lying face down on the boxes, his boxers were pulled off unceremoniously by the crowd. He stood up in his corner of the square, naked and ashamed. Never before had he felt so... embarrassed. So weak. So pathetic.

To his delight, he soon found that he was not the only one who was on show today, as an athletic looking tiger climbed up on the other corner, as naked as the day he was born, his considerable manhood dangling between his legs. He looked around himself, clearly as uncomfortable as the wolf. To his dismay, however, he found that the tiger was also carrying a dagger... horrible ideas were already jumping into Toby's mind.

"Gentlemen! Please! The show is about to begin!" The crowd silenced instantly, Koros's booming voice echoing throughout the warehouse. Toby noticed a number of them looked as worried as he himself did, obviously the 'future clients' Koros mentioned. Others couldn't be more contented, a number of them even had their cocks out, rubbing themselves at the sight of the two naked preds. "Now, I'm sure you all know the rules of this competition, but for the courtesy of the competitors, I might as well say them again" He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Basically, you have both been given a blade, though they are not strictly necessary. All that is required of you is not to kill your opponent, you must simple raise their severed cock and testicles for all to see! To the victor, you go home with all your money, and your possessions, with my blessing." he smiled "To the loser, as well as the obvious loss, you will also have to earn the rest of your money back, as a neutered slave for the victor's pleasure!" He smiled broader.

N...no, he thought, the tiger looked like a timid guy, surely he wouldn't... but the tiger looked Toby straight in the eyes, licking his lips and grinning. He seemed almost... excited.

"And now, my friends... begin!"

Without hesitation, the tiger charged his way towards the terrified wolf. He slashed at Toby's midriff, inches from cutting his abdomen, the crowd cheering with delight. Toby pushed him hard in the chest, making him stumble backwards, while the wolf desperately tried to think of what to do... he couldn't fight the tiger, he was too big, too fast... and he was getting bigger by the look of it, he seemed to be enjoying the fight a little too much.

The tiger swung at his again. Thinking fast, Toby tried to raise his blade to parry the blow, but instead ended up with a deep gash on his paw, causing him to drop his knife. Before he could bend down to pick it up, the tiger had already kicked it off the boxes and into the crowd. He tried to scramble away, but the tiger had him by the tail, and had already flipped him over and was bearing down on him with his dagger.

The wolf panicked, his legs thrashing on the splintering wood. He grabbed hold of the tiger's knife hand and launched himself forward in a frenzy, digging his teeth into the aggressor's wrist. The knife landed on his stomach, nearly cutting him. Instead he took the opportunity to toss it away into the crowd, who were enjoying every moment of the fight, many off them jacking off fiercely at the site of the blood on the tiger's wrist. Summoning up all of his strength, Toby tossed the tiger off him and stoop up, gasping for breath, and praying that the aroused tiger had had enough...

No such hope. The fierce tiger had him by the throat in seconds, slamming him back onto the floor. He stood over him, grinning widely, before slamming his knee onto the poor wolf's belly to hold him down. Toby began to wish he'd let him keep the knife, knowing the alternative... He tried to reach up, but found himself held down by someone in the audience... looking back he saw that the rotter Brian was making sure the wolf didn't have another chance. He felt the tiger finger his soft furry sack, clearly enjoying every moment... as, to his surprise, was Toby, his cock slipping out of it's sheath and resting on his belly. Then, surprising him even moreso, instead of getting to work on his balls, the tiger started to rub the wolf's shaft. For such a big beast, he had a very soft touch... massaging the glands in the base where his knot started to grow... rubbing up the length with one firm thumb... Toby found himself getting hard very quickly, and in a great deal of pleasure too.

When he was completely hard, the tiger's mood shifted dramatically. His paw clamped down hard on the wolf's balls. Pain seared up through his body as his captor began to squeeze, pressing down on his nuts... so much pain, and it just kept coming. His mind started to fuzz over in the agony, he can hear himself screaming for mercy, but with no power over the words. Before he realized what was happening, the tiger began to pull the smashed nuts away from his body, stretching them hard before the sac began to tear, blood spilling out of the wound. With one last tug, the bottom of the sac tore off. The cords holding his nuts broke off with a loud snapping noise, and the remnants of his manhood were left lying on the wooden ground.

Without so much as a breath of air, the tiger moved to Toby's cock, holding it tightly at the base to ensure that it did not go limp on him. At first he tried to pull it off, pressing back own on the wolf's belly with his knee, who's cheeks were moist with tears from the new wave of pain. It wasn't long before he gave up trying to pull it off, and instead leant down close, wrapping his jaw around Toby's knot, and dug his razor-sharp teeth into his pulsating meat. Slowly, he clamped himself in deeper, ripping at the hard flesh, deeper, deeper, until at last his thrust his head back, tearing the canine knot from both the wolf's body and the rest of his shaft.

Slowly, the victor stood up, chewing down contentedly on the wolf's meat, while he held the sack and shaft up high, to the resounding cheers of the crowd. Koros climbed effortlessly up on the square, and walked over to the mighty tiger, shouting out loud, "And here we have him! The victor, and the proud new owner of a neutered wolf slave, Taris!" He turned to the tiger, shaking his hand and whispering in his ear. "Good work, my boy. I told you I was rooting for you. and after seeing that, I might just have a job or two for you in the future" The tiger returned the dragon's smile, swallowed what was left of the Wolf's meat, before turning back to his new pet, who was now struggling to sit up, his abdomen covered in blood.

Toby looked up at the grinning tiger and the chuckling dragon, a tear in his eye. His manhood, shattered, and infront of so many people like that... "Now," bellowed the dragon, handing Taris a collar. "Care to try out your new toy, Taris?" The tiger grinned, and walked over to Toby, wrapping the collar tightly round his neck. He then picked him up by it, dragging him into the center of the arena, where he left him on all fours to walk behind him.

Koros knelt down to Toby's head, now holding the wolf's disembodied testicles. "No hard feelings, eh boy?" he whispered. "I gave you a fair chance, after all." Taris grabbed the wolf by the waist, before ramming his rock-hard member into him forcefully, thrusting in and out, his barbs tearing at the wolf's tailhole. "Now open up!" The dragon said, and without waiting grabbed the wolf's upper jaw and held it aloft while he emptied the contents of Toby's sack into his mouth, grinning and chuckling, as he watched the wolf crunch down on his own manhood, popping them with a satisfying sound before swallowing them, their bitter taste lingering in his maw, all the while the tiger's cock was ramming into him like a dagger.

Toby let one more tear hit the ground, knowing that his life as he knew it was over.

-- My thanks to you, and I hope that you enjoyed this tale

Drix

ps: if you enjoyed this story, and are of cause of the furry persuasion, visit my page on FA [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/drix/] for material of the visual medium and contact info if ya just wanted to chat =3.

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