From the outside the snuff den looks like just one more rave, a big building with a bouncer at the door, velvet ropes, etc… It doesn't look very successful, maybe not enough publicity — the line outside is very short.
Inside, it's a lot different. Instead of a big dance floor, there's a bunch of tables, chairs, sofas and even beds. There's a stack of three-legged stools in one corner. All the furniture except the stools is obviously heavy and not easily moved. In the middle is a raised platform with four nooses and four trapdoors. There's also a large tank filled with water and a wide board you can strap a fur to, then dip their head into the water.
Each wall has a bar with a bartender and trays of sandwiches. There's a roo in a chef's toque standing over a bar-be-cue grill in an alcove next to the stage.
A tiger stands on a stage at the back of the room. He is wearing a silken robe, with a rope as a belt at the waist; there's a noose tied in one end of the rope. There's also a thin silk cord wrapped around his left wrist. A thin plastic cord hangs around his neck, holding a badge with a large "T".
"Your attention please. (pause) Hello, everybody. I'm Damien, your host at this snuff party. Most of you know me, or at least have heard of me. If not, you can visit my story fair at http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/
"Before the party starts, let me explain the rules and about the badges. We have three kinds of badges. Those with a "T" like mine are for tops. Those with a large "B" are for bottoms. The ones with "OB" are for "owned bottoms": those whose Master has brought them here and wants to retain control of who gets to use them and how.
"If you want to participate, you must wear a badge somewhere visible on your body, designating yourself a Top or a Bottom. If you're not wearing a badge, you can only watch.
"You're allowed to come back and change badges if you want. But be aware: if you're wearing a B, you're a sex toy — anybody can tie you up, yiff you any way they like, even snuff you, and you're expected to cooperate.
"An OB means that your Master decides who can have sex with you and/or snuff you. An owned bottom can wander around, but should stay within sight of his/her Master (except in the loo). The staff will only give out OB badges to furs who are accompanied by someone who takes a "T" badge. Bouncers check for OBs acting too free — they may grab you, and if nobody claims you, you will be given a B instead.
While Damien makes his welcome speech, a young male dragon enters the room. He is perhaps six feet tall, has yellowish-green scales, and large leathery wings. He radiates a cheerful and happy mood, as his blue eyes twinkle in good humor.
After Damien has finished his speech, Vanyel walks up to the tiger, and says "Hi, I am Vanyel, or Van for short. I am looking to get snuffed tonight, preferably by another male. I would go willingly with anyone who would bind me and lead me to the gallows to execute me", eying the four nooses on the central platform with respect, but also with obvious lust. "Or put me to death in any other way he pleases. Perhaps strangle me … or suffocate me with a plastic bag … or crush my neck with his strong footpaws …", Van's voice is trailing off as he starts to dream of the multitudes of ways in which his end might be arranged. Snapping back to reality, he faces the tiger again, and says, "Well, could you hand me a B badge?"
Damien puts a heavy forepaw on Vanyel's shoulder, guiding him to the badge table. Vanyel flinches slightly as he feels the tiger's forepaw, but then appears to enjoy the contact. At the table he asks for a B badge in the form of a pendant, which he hangs around his neck.
"Grab a drink at the bar. Go out and mix with the other guests. I prefer to leave some bottoms for the other tops, but I guarantee that if nobody else does you, I will personally take care of it. Have a nice execution."
Vanyel's usually yellowish-green face turns a light shade of red, as he blushes hotly at these words from Damien. All he manages is to stutter, "Tha… *gulp* thank you."
Damien just smiles at Vanyel, and nods. Then he walks around the room, talking to various furs, finding out what they want and/or need, and generally being the charming host. But there's always that sense of danger — if you're wearing a B, he might just take that cord from his wrist and wrap it around your neck…
Meanwhile Vanyel, having recovered a bit, still looks at the tiger with obvious interest. However, for the time being, he walks over to the bar to get a drink. With a Coke in forepaw, he then walks around the room, and tries to make contact with the other guests of the party; this is not so easy for him as he is usually rather shy with people he does not know well. He looks around for guests (or hosts…) that might be interested in engaging in a conversation (or more) with him.
After some time, Damien returns to Vanyel to chat a bit. He says, "I've got three questions for our draconic future gallows-decoration: First, are you prepared to go bravely, or do we have to drag you to the gallows? Second, what are you willing to give your executioner in the way of payment, for example, what about sexual favors? And third, is there any yiffing you'd like just before or during your hanging?"
Vanyel purrs softly and in obvious pleasure at the words "future gallows-decoration". He then says, "I came here out of my own free will, so that this useless and worthless dragon may be disposed of. I will therefore go gladly with anyone who will lead me to the gallows to end my existence. I would feel safer, though, if he will tie me up under the gallows, before he nooses me, so that I cannot lose my nerve in the last second. I promise, however, that I will try not to struggle until I dangle in the air and it does not matter anymore."
"I will gladly honour any request my executioner might ask of me, and will happily let myself be used for any sexual purpose, before I am put to death. I would also take pleasure in showing my respect for my executioner by licking his footpaws clean, if he so desires, before he ends my life. And lastly… I admit… it would be a pleasure for me, if I were yiffed while I slowly strangle on that gallows.", he ends his reply, as he once again eyes somewhat fearfully, yet at the same time very lustily, towards the nooses on the central stage.
Damien chuckles, "Oh, you're a hot one. Just you wait! If nobody else grabs you soon…" Then he has another idea and adds, "While you're waiting, you may clean off the footpads of all the staffers in tiger-stripe jackets, plus the three at the badge desk."
Vanyel murrs in pleasure; apparently he likes Damien's suggestion very much. He walks back to the badge desk, which is rather vacant at the moment. The staffers there are thus idle, looking at the air in boredom.
Vanyel talks to one of the three staffers, a large, orange-furred lion, "Excuse me, Sir, your footpaws look as though they could use a good cleaning. Would you mind if I lick them clean, while I wait to be destroyed on the gallows?"
Without waiting for a reply, Vanyel kneels down in front of the gorgeous lion. After caressing his legs for a moment, Van lowers his head towards the lion's feet, and runs his nose over the upper side of the feet, breathing deeply and taking in the strong, musky scent of the lion paws. First shyly, then with more vigor, Vanyel touches his tongue to the fur on the lion feet, licking and grooming the fur carefully, while moaning in obvious pleasure.
Then he signals the lion to lift his right foot, so that Van can clean the bottom of the lion's feet. After the foot is lifted, Van lies down on his back, with his face below the lion's foot. Having the lion rest his foot on the dragon's face, he gently licks the lion's pawpads clean, while he again enjoys the musk of the foot which now softly presses directly on his nose, and gladly swallows the various kinds of dust and dirt that come loose from the foot. Meanwhile his purrs of pleasure become louder and more intense.
After Vanyel has treated also the lion's other foot in this way, he playfully pushes the lion's foot against his throat, and, by a sudden but mild shove, pretends that the lion had crushed the dragon's neck with a firm kick. After playing dead for a few seconds, Vanyel gets up again, and faces the lion, smiling. "Thank you for letting me clean your feet; it has been a pleasure for me." He hugs the lion briefly to emphasize his thanks.
Thereafter Vanyel turns around to face the other guests, who are sitting near the walls of the room, one by one, sipping their drinks, but who have been unexpectedly quiet lately. He says aloud, "As I am a completely useless and worthless dragon, I will be exterminated tonight. Is there anybody who would like to help to destroy me, or anyone who would like to join me in being disposed of?"
As Damien the tiger hears this, he chuckles quietly, fingering the noose on the rope around his waist. "That's one yiffy dragon. Somebody better claim him soon, or I will."
At this, Vanyel walks over to Damien and kneels down in front of him. Breathing fast, and with his voice trembling just a little bit, he says, "Good tiger, as you heard me say, I am completely worthless dragon trash, which needs to be destroyed, so that it can be disposed of. Would you do what is needed, so that tonight my life ends as I become a mere ornament on that gallows over there?"
With that, Vanyel stretches himself out on the ground in front of Damien, and gently lifts Damien's right footpaw to place it on his own neck, as sign of his submission.
The 9' tall tiger shifts his weight onto his right footpaw, closing off Vanyel's windpipe. "Here's a sample of what's in store for you, then."
Vanyel moans in pleasure as he feels the pressure of Damien's warm footpaw on his throat increase. As his breath is shut off completely, he gurgles loudly in obvious lust for his destruction, and gently caresses the tiger's leg that is strangling him. The words "Here's a sample of what's in store for you" make him shiver in prospect of his impending execution, as he softly fingers the noose that is hanging from Damien's waist, and as the dragon's cock in its sheath begins to grow a little bit larger…
As Damien increases the pressure on Vanyel's throat, and digs his footpaw deep into the dragon's neck, Vanyel gargles loudly, and a wave of pleasure washes over him. He continues to stroke the leg that is choking him lustily, even as his face is slowly turning blue from lack of oxygen.
"Nighty-night, dear one," the tiger says, "When you wake up, it will be time for you to dangle …"
After some moments, Vanyel's face becomes rigid, and his paws drop to the ground suddenly, as he faints. Vanyel now lies unconscious and motionless, with the exception of occasional reflexive twitches of various body parts.
Damien removes his foot from Vanyel's neck and checks to be sure he's still breathing.
Vanyel continues to lie lifeless and prostrate for several long seconds. Then, suddenly, he awakes with a deep gasp. As he opens his eyes, and looks around, the first impression on his face is one of confusion, as though it takes the dragon a few moments to remember where he is, and what had happened. Then Vanyel sits up, and as he looks into his master's eyes, he is feeling full of pleasure and gratitude. "Thank you master, for giving me this taste of my end. I can't wait to go all the way.", he says, and gently kisses the footpaw that brought him to the brink of destruction just a minute ago.
Damien grasps the dragon by the neck, pulls his head up level with his own, and kisses him. "Don't worry, dear one. I want you on my gallows. And I want to yiff you while you die. It won't be long now. Now, why don't you be a good little yifftoy and clean off my footpaws. Then you can give me some pleasure. And then you can take your last walk."
The impression on Vanyel's face once again becomes one of pleasure, as he is told that he will end on Damien's gallows tonight. And the pleasure becomes exuberant, as he further learns that he is to be yiffed while he dies. "Thank you, my master, that you will execute me on this gallows tonight."
When Vanyel feels the tiger's strong claw on his neck pulling him upwards, he gladly bares his neck with a moan of pleasure, and returns his master's kiss with love, while embracing him firmly.
The dragon then lets himself drop on his knees once again, burying his face between his master's footpaws and taking in their strong, musky, erotic scent for what he knows will be the last time in his life. He gently starts to lick, first the upper side of the right paw, carefully grooming the fur, and then, equally carefully, he licks the left paw. When Damien sees that he is finished, he lifts his paws one by one, so that Vanyel can also clean the bottom of his paws, and the pawpads. Vanyel does all this with meticulous care, while he moans in pleasure and lust, enjoying what he regards as the proper place for a worthless dragon: first below his master's feet, worthless, then dangling from a gallows, discarded.
After Vanyel is done with this task, he resumes a kneeling position. He lustily, but slowly and gently runs a single claw across his master's crotch, before he starts to lick there. With his long and flexible tongue, he gently caresses his master's sheath, which quickly grows larger, while Vanyel moans in pleasure. As the tip of the tiger's cock becomes visible, he gently licks the tip, and then takes the entire cock in his mouth, enjoying the feeling of it further growing erect within the dragon's maw. While doing so, Vanyel softly holds his master's ball sac with his right paw, gently caressing the tiger's balls. With his left paw, he runs across Damien's chest, enjoying the feeling of the tiger fur, before carefully touching the tiger's right nipple and then gently pinching it between two claws. While Vanyel is doing this, he is moaning in exuberant pleasure, and also his own cock is growing out of its sheath and becoming erect rapidly.
Finally, when his master's cock is fully erect, and Vanyel has the wonderfully erotic taste of Damien's pre-cum in his mouth, he releases the cock from his maw, and also the tiger's nipple. By now also Vanyel's cock is ragingly hard, and dripping pre-cum. With a deep sigh, he gives a final kiss on the tip of Damien's cock, and stands up. With his breath going rapidly, and him shaking visibly, but nevertheless being fully erect and clearly in supreme lust, he looks Damien straight into the eyes, and says, "I suppose it is time now. My master, please take this snuff toy to the gallows, and break it beyond repair, smash it, destroy it, turn it into garbage." The dragon looks longingly towards the nooses dangling on the central stage.
Damien whistles, gestures with his paws. Within a few moments a staffer brings three ropes in the lengths he indicated. Damien ties Vanyel's forepaws tightly together. Then he uses a longer rope, twice around Vanyel's chest, and a third at what would be midriff for a human, to bind Van's wings tightly.
Vanyel lets out a moan of pleasure, as his master lays the length of rope around his wrists, binding them together tightly, and again as then his body and his wings are also bound. Playfully, he struggles against his bonds, and finds them tight and very firm, leaving him no possibility of escape. He realizes with both fear and lust, that he will never open his wings again in this life, never again fly in the sky.
Finally, Damien picks up the rope that was discarded when Vanyel opened his robe to pleasure him. As he pulls the noose open and slips it around Vanyel's neck, Vanyel softly kisses the rope, the instrument of his destruction. Damien then pulls the noose snug, and about 1" tighter, coiling the rest of the rope around Vanyel's neck. Feeling the choke of the rope, giving him a taste of what is to come, an intense wave of pleasure washes over the dragon.
It is strangely elegant, Vanyel muses to himself, how such a simple thing as a noose, just a piece of rope with a knot, can serve to destroy and get rid of such a large dragon as himself. And yet he considers it fitting that a worthless beast as himself is dispatched in the simplest manner possible, without any need for elaborate devices, and without any regard for how easy or painful this death will be for the beast.
Damien takes Vanyel's head between his forepaws and kisses him again, deeply and slow. Feeling the tiger's tongue within him, Vanyel again moans in pleasure, and whispers to Damien, "Thank you, master. Please do what needs to be done, and what we both know that I deserve and crave. Do not hesitate to break this snuff toy."
Damien replies, "Now it's time to walk to your destiny, young'un. I'll help support you if you need it. Not far, just a few yards to the bottom, then 13 steps up. Do it, and you'll get a reward."
Vanyel then starts to walk towards the gallows on the central platform. As he does so, he realizes with full force that this is really going to be the end. In a few minutes he will be hanging on this gallows, strangled to death, lifeless, broken. He again starts to tremble as a primeval fear of death wells up within him, but for Vanyel, this fear seems to be subordinate to his lust for death — the fear only heightens and further intensifies the lusty ecstasy he is in.
So the dragon, paws and wings bound, continues to walk towards the platform on which the gallows are mounted. By the time he reaches it, he trembles so hard that Damien has to support him, or he might have stumbled to the ground. But at the same time, his moans are moans of pleasure, not of terror, and his cock is ragingly hard and dripping precum. As the dragon then proceeds to climb the stairs towards the stage, supported and gently pushed onwards by Damien, Vanyel realizes that his feet, which will soon be dangling gently in the breeze, will never again in life touch solid ground again.
Damien follows the dragon up the steps, holding the snufftoy's elbows to support part of his weight, occasionally giving him a small push when he hesitate to take the next step. The staffer, a male badger, follows.
At last Van is standing under the crossbeam. Damien takes the dragon by the hips and shifts him slightly to the center of the trapdoor. While Vanyel looks his master with eyes full of lust, fear and love, expectant of what is going to happen next, the staffer hands Damien a small bottle, then takes the far end of the rope and shinnies up a pole to the crossbeam. He starts to tie it off, but Damien claps twice quickly. The staffer looks down, sees Damien's gesture, and pulls the rope tighter, until Vanyel has to stand on his toes to breathe. The badger ties the rope securely to the crossbeam, tugs it twice to check the knot, then slides down to the platform.
Vanyel moans loudly in lusty ecstasy, as he is standing under the gallows' crossbeam and watches the badger tie the rope from his neck to the crossbeam. As the badger pulls the dragon up to his toetips with the rope, the dragon murrs with pleasure, being already strangled halfway, and murmurs to Damien, softly but excitedly, "It feels so good that I am now to be destroyed by this noose, on this gallows. Do it now! Break this snufftoy. Turn it into garbage."
Meanwhile, Damien looks around. Virtually all activity and conversation has stopped. Everybody, guests, staff, spectators, is watching the drama on the gallows. Even the Chef has stopped pottering around his nook and is watching intently, his forepaws out of sight below the counter. Damien and Vanyel are the center of attention.
Damien is pleased. He pours some of the bottle's contents onto his hands, then spreads it around his raging erection. The young dragon has gotten him so excited that he is leaking pre-cum in a steady stream, and he must do this carefully to avoid cumming too soon.
The tiger looks at his paws, then at the dragon. He takes the dragon's hard cock between his paws and rolls it back and forth slowly several times, watching Vanyel's face to make sure he doesn't send him over the edge too soon. A final quick kiss, and Damien walks around behind Vanyel.
Damien takes a damp towel from the staffer and cleans the lube from his paws, then dries then with a second towel.
"You've been a good Snufftoy, walking up the stairs with only a little help. So now you get your reward. Lift that tail, Snuffslut."
Once the tail is out of the way, Damien takes Vanyel by the hips and slowly eases his way into the dragon's tailhole.
As Van feels the tiger's cock slowly entering his tailhole, Vanyel trembles in pleasure and in anticipation of his death, his cock ragingly hard and dripping precum. He proudly looks at all the guests watching his execution. His whispered, "Thank you master", are the last words he will ever utter on this world.
Damien grabs the dragon by the shoulders, then counts, "5 seconds…4…3…2…1…now!"
Even before he closes his mouth at the end of "now," the trapdoor falls. For a moment, the claws on Vanyel's footpaws scratch along its wooden surface, then the dragon's feet are without any support. Vanyel had already been standing on his toetips, so he drops only by a few millimeters, but still, the noose immediately jerks tight around his neck with the force of the dragon's full body weight, digging deep into his throat.
Damien moves slowly within the hanging dragon, yiffing him as Vanyel requested and as they both desire so much.
Vanyel gargles loudly as his breath is cut off completely by the noose, his feet pedaling wildly, instinctively looking for support that simply isn't there, his hands and wings struggling wildly, yet hopelessly, against their bonds. Meanwhile, the noose about his neck is becoming tighter every second, progressing with its slow work of the dragon's destruction. Vanyel realizes this with pleasure and exuberant happiness — he is finally being destroyed, and in the way he has always been dreaming of!
As Vanyel strangles in the noose, Damien speaks quietly into his ear, "Goodbye Vanyel. It's been really nice playing with you. If you have a brother or a cousin, I hope he stops by our party some time."
Meanwhile, the badger speaks quietly to his walkie-talkie.
All the while, Vanyel is fucked from behind by Damien, at first tenderly, then with more and more vigor, heightening Vanyel's pleasure even more as he feels that he is nearing orgasm.
Already brought to a near-peak of excitement by the dragon's hot mouth, Damien works to control himself. He visualizes a pond full of cool water (not easy to do when you are up to the hilt in a hot hole that is spasming around you as the owner hangs, kicking and struggling).
But finally the excitement, the struggles, the knowledge that his snufftoy will soon be dead, are too much. Suddenly, Damien gives off a moan of pleasure, as Vanyel feels the hot juices of the tiger squirt and flow within his bowels. Damien erupts; spurt after spurt of hot cum flow into Vanyel's bowels. He shouts his pleasure as he comes deep into Vanyel's tailhole, slamming his hips against the dragon's buttocks and gripping him tightly.
Being hung by the neck with a noose, and at the same time being fucked by his master, for what Vanyel knows will be the last time ever, even feeling his master's cum within him, causes the dragon's body to be overwhelmed with pleasure. With a loud gargle, in a wild orgasm like none he has ever experienced before, while straining every fibre in his body against the noose and his bonds, Vanyel squirts his own cum in a huge arc onto the platform in front of him.
After Vanyel's orgasm finally subsides, his struggles become slower and slower, and the dragon's vision begins to blur, as he realizes with happiness and satisfaction that he is about to lose consciousness, and then, finally, to die, like a good snufftoy should.
While Vanyel's struggles slow, two more staffers clump up the steps. They stand, watching the hanging dragon and Damien yiffing him. Huge erections make it obvious they enjoying this, especially being privileged to watch from only a few yards away.
Not long thereafter, the dragon's motions cease, his legs point limply towards the floor, and his head slumps forward, with his maw halfway open and his long and lithe tongue lolling out. Some drool is dripping onto his chin, just as some cum is still dripping from his cock. An occasional twitch of the dragon's body shows, however, that the snufftoy is not yet completely dead.
"Now," Damien says, shifting his grip to the dragon's head. The two big furs leap into the air at the same time, and begin to fall through the open trap. Suddenly, each grabs one of Vanyel's legs, jerking him down hard. At the same time, Damien gives the dragon's head a sudden jerk back and to the side.
Under the combined forces of Damien violently jerking Vanyel's head back and to the side, and of the two furs jerking on the dragon's legs, the snuffboy's neck breaks with a loud crack. His body convulses one last time, and then becomes completely still, as the two furs release their grip on the dragon's legs again and jump to the ground below.
Now the scene is completely quiet, almost peaceful. Vanyel hangs in his noose, dead, with his neck twisted and his head flopping unnaturally to a side, his jaw halfway open, his sharp teeth (which will now never bite again) showing and his long tongue hanging out. A thin stream of blood, mixed with spittle, drips out of the dragon's muzzle and down his chin. On the spots on his hands and wings where they are bound by the rope, the marks of Vanyel's last fight against the noose are still visible, and the dragon's footpaws point in a gentle angle towards the floor, limply. From the dragon's cock, in death as erect as it was in life, the last few drops of cum are still dripping.
Then, in death, Vanyel's body has lost control over its bladder, and now his last pee, still warm, is flowing freely along his cock, and from there, over his legs and feet, dripping to the ground from his sharp claws.
But the expression on Vanyel's face is one of happiness. The happiness of a snuffboy that has achieved his purpose.
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