Circling around, Lone stopped as he finally got a good look at the stocks, standing barely five feet away as he stared at the face of the cub being broken and wondering why it seemed so very familiar. It wasn't until he heard her softly 'moo' in pleasure that he recognized her without her horns. It was the cow girl. Or at least, what was left of her. Both her magnificent skull projections had been snapped off, one even used as a weapon to impale her developing breast through the nipple, the remaining intact tit lactating in a constant stream. Her belly had been torn open, entrails dangling down between where she hung between two wooden restraints, one clamped beneath her breasts, the other just above her waist.

The evisceration hadn't been clean, and it took a long moment of looking before Lone realized that it'd happened automatically. Hidden among the hanging loops of intestine were strips of sharpened, serrated steel, stretching between the upper restraint to the lower. As she'd been fucked, body jostling back and forth slightly from the multiple men and futas using her holes, the razor sharp cutting board pressed against her belly had ripped her insides open, hooked serrations catching and pulling at her tender guts. She was still being raped, two of the dicks pounding her tagging out even as Lone watched, leaving hot creampies in her mouth and newly made tit-hole. Blood-smeared lips smiled in an expression of bovine pleasure, unfocused eyes dripping tears as her throat was filled again and pounded by a double-cocked shark futa. Both cocks swelled as the pelagic woman climaxed almost at once, a deluge of seed shooting down the calf's throat. The pressure was too much for her already stretched jaw. It dislocated with a crack, leaving her mouth to hang slackly open, drooling cum as the shark retreated and another stepped up to replace her.

Hands gripped Lone's hips and lifted him from the ground as he continued to stare at the girl's broken face, stuck in a trance of fascination at how a girl he'd just seen so alive and intelligent was now just a half-dead dumb fucktoy, broken and bleeding out. Just like he would be.

Lone's vision was finally blocked by a pair of mature breasts, the woman who had taken him flipping him around to look towards her and lifting him so they could look eye to eye. It was surprisingly far up until he did, with a long expanse of elegant, brown-splotched yellow neck to admire before he finally saw his captor's face. Her beautiful brown eyes examined him for a long moment of shared silence, looking down his body to his soaked sheath, then back up.

"Something wrong with your cock, boy?" Her voice carried a clipped English accent, making the question sound accusatory. "Someone take it?" Blushing, the little goat explained for her.

"N-no, ma'am. I just, um. Tied some string around it. So I wouldn't cum until I was gonna get snuffed. I kinda did anyway, but, that wasn't my fault really... and I k-kinda almost did again, a few times... in the past five minutes. I'm really excited, honest." Her unexpected question had briefly smothered some of his arousal underneath a thin layer of half-confused shame, but now his masochistic desires were back in full force as he considered what was about to happen. Her hands against his sides felt so strong, and he felt so fragile, especially after seeing how easy cubs were to break. Tremors started to run through him, his entire body vibrating with snuff lust.

"Hmmmm." Eyeing him critically, the giraffe took him to a newly freed-up set of stocks a small ways away, setting him down on the flat surface and making him lie on his back. Still shivering with anticipation, Lone looked around, seeing adults waiting, ravenous for the chance to rape him. He felt like his heartbeat was going to make him bounce up and down on the table from how hard it was pounding in his chest, all his holes tingling with anticipation for cock.

"Here we are. We'll fix you up, then get you locked in properly." Turning his glance back to the woman as she spoke, Lone noticed first that he'd failed to realize she was a futa. Her smooth-skinned black cock was as long and elegant as her neck, though it seemed far thicker proportionally. Pointed straight at his face, it gleamed slightly in the light from a thin wet coating of precum and blood, the scent of it utterly divine. He trembled eagerly, then went still as he saw what she held. Drawn out from a purse hung expertly in the crook of her elbow, a pair of gleaming sharp scissors slid open with a whisper, promising the death of strings.

Sticking two fingers deep into his sheath, the woman yanked out Lone's cock with a firmness that made him squeak, the light pink spike of soft flesh shining beneath the Club's lights for the first time. Sliding the cold metal scissor blade along his shaft, she snipped the sodden string at the base, catching a bit of his sheath skin in the follow through and nicking it. It began to bleed, sharp pain lancing up through Lone's body at even a tiny cut in so sensitive a place. Yet before even a single drop of blood could ooze out and down Lone's achingly hot balls, he felt himself grow suddenly hard. Completely erect, almost painfully so. It happened faster than he'd known was possible, his cock pumping up in two heartbeats to its full, modest size. The little pink spike pulsed, sticky with precum and oozing out more in a constant flow.

"There. Now, lets flip you over. There's a hole for that cute little bit of you, try and find it." Helping him roll onto his stomach, the giraffe caressed his soft ass as Lone rubbed his cock against the polished wood, trying to find the hole she spoke of. Having his stiff dick sandwiched between the firm wood and his own soft belly was threatening to be too much for him, and he didn't want to cum before he even started being fucked. So it was with a sigh of relief that he finally found the opening, slipping his cock through without a second thought. It was only once the woman started to lock the clamps over his ankles and wrists that he began to think about why, exactly, there might be a hole for his cock in this set of stocks. All sorts of exciting possibilities leaped into his mind of course, but there was no way to know until the action started.

"Perfect," he heard from behind. There was the sound of a purse thumping against the ground, then, unexpectedly, the table folded in half. Whereas previously his butt had been situated safely in the middle of the table, now his legs were now effectively hanging downward off an edge, the back half of the table having folded down toward the ground, leaving his hips resting on the lip of the table and ass pointed out for easy access. Floppy ears tingling with anticipation, Lone made himself stare forward, not looking as he felt the giraffe's cock start to prod against his asshole.

His first dick of his day slid in easily enough, slowly stretching him out as his hole spread for her. Little buzzing shocks of pleasure went through him as the intruder sank deeper, and he started to moan, eyelids half-closing as his prostate gave out a pang of ecstasy. Hands gripped his hips, and a thick drop of precum dribbled from his cock beneath the table as the giraffe bottomed out, his eyes squeezing shut in bliss.

"These go in too," she murmured to him, fingers touching his balls. He didn't understand what she meant until she start to push at them, prodding them through the hole his cock had gone through. It was barely big enough to let them pass, and there were a few beautifully excruciating moments that passed while she shoved them in, squeezing them past his cock. Eventually his entire package was securely dangling from the underside of the table, even further heightening his anticipation for whatever rapturous ruination was in store for him.

"Mm... yes. You're set now." She leaned over him, long neck letting her crane around and face him even as she started to fuck his ass. A pleasured smile was on her lips, some of that sadistic spark lighting up her eyes. "Time to let the others at you."

Lone only had a moment to clench his ass in eagerness before she straightened up, giving a sign to some waiting adults, even calling to one by name. "Sabra!"

Feeling his ass being used, he watched wide-eyed as a small group headed towards him, two adults and another cub showing signs of lust at the prospect of abusing his helpless body. With his wrists bound he couldn't even wriggle, having been relegated to nothing but a fucktoy, something to be used, tortured, or both. It made him want to say something, to spout slutty nonsense until someone shut him up with a dick down his throat and raped him so hard he started breathing cum instead of air. Yet he couldn't think straight enough even for that. Just the prospect of what was about to happen to him had him melting, relaxing against the restraining stocks like it was the softest bed imaginable.

Sabra turned out to be a lithe, mature lioness in her early thirties. Leading the pack of predators descending on him, she gave a sharp-toothed smile, leaning forward to kiss the giraffe deeply. Without any further exchange, she knelt down, disappearing beneath the stocks and out of Lone's sight. Delicate pawpads began to touch his exposed genitals, and the little goat bleated in surprise and pleasure, shooting a strand of precum as his shaft gave a throb.

"Ooh, he's fully intact!" A purring voice came from beneath him, muffled through the wood and a thick French accent. "Mm... such a tasty little morsel too. So pink. Shame there's not much here to eat~" Her barbed tongue stroked him, and Lone's body stiffened, jerking against the clamps at a sudden rush of stimulation, agony and delight both overwhelming him for a brief instant. "Hmm-mm..." More purring followed, sharp claws prodding at his balls all over, kneading them. The cock in his ass picked up speed, and he felt his shaft swing back and forth from the momentum of the giraffe's increasingly violent thrusts. Heat was starting to build up in his achingly stretched colon, the deepest parts of him being pummeled by her. He hoped she'd be able to tear him open, just like the calf. His cock gave another powerful twitch at the thought, and he moaned in a drawn out cry. Somehow the sound seemed to express every slutty desire he'd ever had, the little goatish bleat of subservience his admission that whatever came next, it was exactly what he always wanted.

"So responsive! I love it, tres bein! But, enough chat. Je le sentir en vous, mon petit chevreau... Give me a taste of what's in these heavy hors d'oeuvres. I'll be sure to get a full course after the appetizer." A throaty chuckle preceded the sensation of claws gripping at his cock, pulling it down into a velvety warm mouth. Sharp teeth and rough barbs stroked down Lone's length, and he thrashed in pleasure, whimpering at the perfect balance of agony and ecstasy as she teased him, making his cock convulse against her tongue until she flicked him over the edge.

Squeezing down on the giraffe as she tried to pull out of him for her next thrust, Lone's cry of climax was cut off as yet another cock slammed into his tiny body, squeezing into his throat after sliding through his mouth. His eyes watered as he gagged, cumming even as he tasted the sweet tang of sweat on the shaft. Seed pumped from his balls, rocketing out of his urethra and coating the woman beneath him. Clawed fingers caressed his sack while he unloaded, the purring growing louder as she lapped occasionally the the spurts he let out.

The orgasm never seemed to end, forced to carry on by the violent tug of war between his ass and the giraffe trying to rape it. Tears trickled down his cheeks and blood trickled down his balls, his asshole tearing from the violence of his own contractions and the giraffe enjoying them. Whoever was using his mouth gripped his head and slammed their cock home, leaving him with the sensation of nearly a foot of hot shaft throbbing in his throat as he finally came down from his high.

Entire crotch aching, the little goat slumped in his restraints, breathless and dizzy as he barely managed to inhale between thrusts of the dick between his lips. He couldn't even see well enough to tell what species or gender the person was, too disoriented to remember if he'd seen them when they approach. His world narrowed to the stroking feeling of the two adults inside him, pushing in and out so violently that he could feel his body breaking. That, and the claws and tongue teasing at his crotch. Sabra had gone silent, but he could feel her appreciation, her growing bloodlust. The sharp points digging into his scrotum, the teeth nipping at the tip of his shaft... for now it was only an undercurrent of sharper pain and pleasure beneath the rhythms of throbbing agony in his ass and throat, but he was ready for more.

Padded fingers took hold of his cock, stroking to keep it stiff. Through a haze of bliss, Lone felt mild surprise at how hard he still was, after so long being soft. Perhaps it was to be expected, but either way, it was lovely. With what little degree of freedom was left to him, he started to move his hips, thrusting against the lioness's palm. Immediately she stilled him, reprimand coming in the shape of teeth clamping along his length. Captive, his cock flexed, a muffled gurgle of happy helplessness coming from his chest as he felt the shafts inside him start to cum. First the giraffe, her endurance giving way with a wash of warm seed flooding into his ass. Then his mysterious face-fucker, the whole long length tensing, flexing, making his body move in response as he was tube-fed cupfuls of thick semen. His belly started to swell, pressing up against the wood stocks, uncomfortably tight. Rutting forward hopefully, he felt his insides shift at the increasing pressure, fullness of a type he'd never experienced overcoming all other sensation. Almost he thought he'd burst.

Instead, the cocks pulled away, leaving him feeling empty. Then even emptier, cum leaking from him in thick gouts. He whined, tasting the heavy flavor of seed in the back of his throat, craving more.

Immediately his desires were satisfied, strange hands gripping his horns, his hips, and a fresh pair of cocks taking him. His body shook as two even larger dicks rammed deep into his holes, his ass stretching, ripping, his neck bulging. He felt too small for the girths that were trying to invade him, on the point of breaking already. Jerking against his restraints, he tried to take them deeper, to break more. Instead, he was stopped by something new.

Sharp teeth caught at his cock, squeezing it and latching on without warning. Not Sabra's. Some sort of clamp, slightly serrated to give it grip, but just barely too dull to cut. He squealed, feeling a sudden sensation of weight after a moment's delay, pulling at the clamp and stretching his straining, flexing shaft. A subtle purr came from just below his head, barely audible over the internal sound of cockflesh sliding through his esophagus.

"Let's see how much you can take... before you tearrrrr." Trailing off into a deep throaty growl, he heard his unseen tormentor move away, shifting back toward his crotch. A slight decrease in the tugging on his shaft, then a sharp and sudden increase, past what it had been before. She was adding more weight, hanging something off the clamp on his cock. Stretching him more and more, the turgid flesh of his member experiencing tension beyond anything he'd experienced in any part of him. He realized this must've been how the cub being drawn and quartered felt, only that the only part of him being pulled free was his dick.

More and more weight came, each additional bit stretching him, bringing him closer to that point of no return. He quivered, anticipating it. Tongue circling frantically against the underside of the cock in his throat, he eagerly pushed it towards climax, rhythmically clenching around the dick deep inside his ass with a muscular control he hadn't known he possessed. Milking both shafts became his only purpose, his mind utterly given over to the task of being a fucktoy for the rest of his life. How long that would be was measured by the clock of how long his cock would would last until it gave beneath the weight. When it tore, life would hold nothing better to offer him. Or, so he thought.

The prickling caress of claws against his scrotum had become almost unnoticeable with the increasing weight, the simple snagging of sharp points in his loose skin nothing in comparison to the tugging weight trying to tear his rock hard member free. Lone was lost in a half-thought of whether his precum and blood might make the clamp slip loose, his throat working around a cock that felt equine, trying to swallow it deeper into his increasingly bloated belly. His ass felt utterly broken, unable to tighten any longer as it was demolished by the bulldozing thrusts of an ox behind him. Still, the hot waves of pleasure and pain seeping through him were heavenly, and he was content to relax and let himself be fucked to death, his cock free to pop off like a cork at any time it so chose.

Instead of being left free to dazedly die in a euphoria of masochistic submission, Lone was dragged back to lucidity with a sudden blaze of beautiful pain. His weakened limbs strained as he screamed through the cock stuffed halfway through him, half a second passing where disorientation prevented him from recognizing where the new source of agony was located. It quickly came to him as the sharp ache stretched, growing as his wound was widened. Sabra had finally broken the skin, sinking one of her razor sharp claws into his stuffed scrotum, starting to slice it open to expose his aching testes. The goat moaned, experiencing a delicious spreading sensation as his divided nutsack gaped apart like an open zipper, whimpering with happiness as he felt his heavy testicles fall free, dropping half a centimeter before dangling by his exposed spermatic cord. Sharp teeth sunk into the loose flap of skin that had protected his precious orbs, chewing it with relish, tearing it free with all the agonizing care of a student ripping notebook paper along the perforated line.

Panting, Lone came back to himself just in time to realize he had taken another load, the equine gone from this throat. It already felt unnatural not having a dick buried deeply through his throat, being able to breathe without timing it for when the shaft withdrew from his mouth. Whining, he uselessly tried to swallow some of the cum left on his tongue, but his throat muscles were too far gone to handle it. Each little breeze that drifted into his mouth seemed to carry through all the way to his stomach, his gaping hole of a throat no longer able to close properly.

Breathing with effort, the increasingly ruined little goat bleated in agony and bliss at the sudden scrape of a barbed tongue across his bare balls, the rough sensation made even more excruciating now that his testes had been flayed clean. The exposed structures of his gonads twisted and screamed as they were stroked rapidly by the lioness, tasted and licked like two pieces of her favorite candy. The purring from beneath him was practically deafening, and he could hear brief murmurs whenever she paused in her eager torture.

"Jouis pour moi encore une fois... j'aime tes petites couilles, une derniere fois... avant que ne tombe ta bite."

The meaningless words passed through his mind like dust through a sunbeam, barely dimming his focus from the blazing pulses of pure pain lancing through his lower belly with each caress of warm wet barbs across his testicles. They were starting to tear, unable to withstand the assault of a tongue meant to strip mean clean from a bone, little scores and cuts digging into the smooth pearly surface of his nuts. Each one stung like nothing he'd ever experienced, a thousand pins being stabbed into his testicles over and over, each time more excruciating than the last as she scraped away the outer layers. It was too much. His cock was surging, trying to twitch but dragged down too firmly by the weight to do anything but flex. Each movement of his shaft was a spike of agony straight into his skull, and his body responded by building to a rapid, uncontrollable climax.

Swollen stomach squishing obscenely against the bloodsoaked wood, Lone's little cocksheath of a body flexed, back arching as he let out a small, pathetic squeal. Sabra's mouth enveloped one of his testes completely, sucking it so hard he thought it would tear free of his seminal tube, her rough tongue enveloping the unloading testis with a sensation like steel wool on a sunburn. Several perfect things happened at once, sending the broken goat into a spiral of unquenchable ecstasy and pure, unending bliss.

Cumming, his cock gave its last, tensing with the most powerful pulsations it had ever mustered. Straining and swelling, it shot a thick, blood-tainted load across the crotch of the lioness beneath it, strands of semen sticking to her fingers as she masturbated, squishing into her slit. It tried to shoot a second, flexing as the seed traveled upward from the flayed testes that were being so agonizingly attended to. With the flexing, the weight hanging from the clamp swung slightly forward, adding just a little bit of extra tension to the connective tissue of Lone's barely affixed shaft. Strained past its ultimate strength, the flesh ripped, then tore, rapidly separating as the action of its detachment further lessened the force required to pull apart the remaining meat wherever Lone's cock was still connected. His next spurt of cum dribbled out of a ragged stump, drizzling across Sabra's thighs, mixing with the blood staining her fur. Fibers of flesh stretched from the deflating erectile tissue still inside him, his detached cock finding its way into Sabra's fingers as the eager lioness claimed her prize from the clamp that had been fastened to it.

At the same moment, both cocks inside the goat began to unload, pumping a deluge of potent hot cum directly down his throat and ass. Distracted by the fulfillment of his most bloody genital mutilation fantasies, the goat cub had barely registered the destruction of his insides, many of his internal organs bashed and crushed by the rough invasion of cock after cock. His stomach was stretched, bulging to both sides by the way he was kept pressed firm against the surface of the stocks. With these two loads at once combining with the paroxysms of his own climax, there was no hope of his battered body holding together.

His stomach tore at the strike point of an errant thrust, a canine cockhead stabbing through his skin before the small opening tore into a wider rent. Cum began to flood across the surface of the table he'd been strapped to, dripping from every edge while the woman beneath bit off both his balls in a single gulp, cumming and purring with her fingers glued to her clit. Her body was painted with red and white, a smile of pure sadistic satisfaction stretching her lips to expose a grin of gleaming sharp teeth. One half-squished testicle was still clamped in her jaw, slowly splitting as she relished the sensation of breaking the precious piece of anatomy.

Going slowly still, Lone stared blankly for a moment, seeing only the belly of the adult before him. Dimly he felt the cocks inside him retreating, the next pair taking their place. It was still a lovely feeling, blood and bits of his insides sticking to the shafts as they withdrew, new ones stabbing into him like knives. But he was fixated not on what he felt, but what he didn't feel. His own cock, his own balls. They had been replaced by agony and a sense of absence, like missing teeth. Where before he had felt his privates stuffed through the little hole in the stocks, the constraint of having them squeezed, pinched, played with... he felt only pain, now.

Shuddering violently, the little goat was roughly held down as he experienced a dry orgasm of amazing potency. Lightheadedness from bloodloss and the pure euphoria of being castrated combined to fill him with a rush of pure beatific pleasure. His faintly beating heart stuttered, his bruised insides giving their last bit of life to sustain a final moment of happiness. Eyes slowly closing, Lone relaxed, falling into a deep, warm darkness.

It was barely half a minute before one of the adults reaming the goat's body noticed their fucktoy had coded on them. Biding her time beneath the table, Sabra smiled, tail flicking as she listened to them grunt their disappointment. It didn't stop either one from finishing into the child's still warm holes, and she lingered a moment longer as they wiped their cocks clean on his fur. Once they left him, she slipped from beneath the stocks and gave a magnificent stretch, feeling her limbs revel in the extension after being folded up during her torture session.

Turning to the broken boy, she lifted him up, one strong hand holding the bottom rim of his ribcage like a handle as she pressed her other hand against his mouth. Pushing his own severed cock between his lips, she drew the body close for a brief kiss, licking her chops clean as she sauntered over to the inner rim of the balcony floor. The grinder was close below, its endless song of violent steel loudest at this level. The only ones who ever heard it louder were those fortunate enough to fall in still breathing.

Sabra heaved the child forward, turning in the same fluid motion to return back to the Gym and find more morsels to snack on. She didn't see the boy's body fly in an arc, didn't see his little limbs twitch in a final stutter of life. Barely conscious, Lone woke for only a brief moment, tasting his own shaft on his tongue, feeling for a final instant how broken he'd become. Even if he wasn't falling to his destruction, he wouldn't have lived to see the next tick of a clock's long hand. He'd lost too much. He'd lost everything he'd wanted to.

Carrying that thought, he landed amongst the spinning blades, ending the fulfillment of his dreams to come and experience Club Meat Grinder.