Story: Scott and Fred

Here's a new story. The characters are anthropomorphic critters (furries), but as I've learned from FurAffinity, furries can like snuff, too.

Scott and Fred hangdogMI, April 2026

Fred, an anthro wolverine, got off the late bus and walked down the main street to a side street, which led to another side street. He had made this walk a few times before since he met Scott. He carried nothing and wore only a pair of red nylon gym shorts, contrasting with his brown fur with its gold highlights. Three houses down the third side street, Fred opened the side door to Scott's basement apartment - it was unlocked, as Scott said it would be. Fred still felt as if he was breaking and entering. He went in as quietly as he could, his claws making soft tapping sounds as he went down the stairs. The apartment's main room was furnished spartanly, with a chair and a shabby futon, which Fred knew well from his last visit here a week or so ago. Just past that was a small kitchen table and a wooden chair.

In the middle of the room was an anthro gray wolf, naked and standing on a short wooden chair, which last week had been at the kitchen table with another chair. A half-inch thick rope was tied in a noose around his neck, snugly nestled into his fur. The other end was tied to a ceiling joist. His hard pecker was in his left hand. A handcuff was fixed around that wrist, the other cuff dangling, as yet undeployed.

Scott stopped what he was doing and looked at Fred, somewhat abashedly. Fred looked back, and for a moment neither one spoke. Fred finally said "You started the party without me, huh?"

Scott shifted his feet slightly, which made the somewhat rickety chair creak. "I guess," Scott said quietly. "Sorry."

Fred noticed the fifth of cheap whiskey on the kitchen table, now half-empty. Scott hadn't drunk that much; it was the bottle Fred brought over last week when he visited, and they'd shared some of it before they started making out .It smelled as if some more of it had been consumed tonight. He picked it up and took a slug. It burned on its way down the wolverine's throat. He set it down and looked at his wolf buddy, who looked downward though not out of shame; Scott had gone back to working on his cock, which had gotten a little soft, though it was still was poking outside Scott's sheath.

Fred just watched. He wasn't surprised to find Scott like this tonight. Scott admitted last week he wanted to hang himself. It was a fantasy he had since he was a teen, and now all he could think about was hanging himself, even if it killed him. Maybe even because it would kill him. Fred asked a couple of questions, but mostly just listened and accepted Scott's words and feelings. Fred had some experience tying things around his neck, too; that's how he had gotten to know Scott, through a chance conversation a few months ago at the bar.

After they talked last week, Scott had fucked Fred wildly, savagely, as if the conversation made Scott incredibly horny. Fred tugged on a noose-rope as if it was a leash, pulling hard on Scott's neck while Scott knotted him.

After that, they lay together, the quiet room dark and brooding around them, before Fred had to leave.

Now Scott, naked in his gray fur, stood on the edge of snuffing himself, and Fred, brown-furred and wearing shorts, watched Scott get ready to do it. Neither spoke.

Fred moved in closer, the smell of Scott's pre-cum and pheromones filling Fred's nose, and it made Fred's shorts tent out. Fred opened his mouth, tongue out slightly. Scott's stroking slowed and Fred licked the tip of Scott's salty wolfcock. Soon, Fred had much of the cock inside his mouth, and it was very full from the cock's hardness. Scott took his hand off his cock as Fred started working with his tongue on the underside as he started sliding out and in over the hard rod. While he sucked Scott, Fred stroked Scott's thighs and butt, digging his claws into the gray wolf's fur. Scott worked a hand into Fred's thick brownish head fur.

Fred closed his eyes. Sucking cock was his thing, especially a thick hard cock like Scott's. He was lost in his job until he felt a movement from Scott and heard metallic clicks. Fred opened his eyes and he no longer saw either of Scott's furry hand-paws. They were restrained behind his back by the cuffs.

Fred kept working Scott's cock. Fred's heartbeat quickened, and he was sure Scott's did too. Scott's knot was nearly full now. Scott sighed in what had to be pleasure. Fred wasn't sure what Scott's exact plan was. Maybe he just wanted a blowjob with a hint of danger. Maybe he would take the one final step off the chair. Fred decided to keep sucking until something happened. Scott was leaking quite a bit now. Fred occasionally licked Scott's furry balls, then went back to the big red rod. Scott seemed to feel as enthusiastic about this as Fred was.

Suddenly, Scott gasped and went "Nnn nuh" and tried to pull out of Fred's mouth. Fred backed off, and Scott's cock, purplish-red and so, so hard, pointed upward, close to firing off. Scott looked down at Fred and said "Gotta do it." Then Scott looked away as he did a combination of stepping off and pushing over the chair. The noise from the chair hitting the floor was incredibly loud.

Scott dangled from the rope, swinging back and forth. Fred watched, eyes wide. Fred's heart pounded almost as hard as the wolf's must have been.

Scott swung back and forth, his feet stretching for the floor that he could no longer reach. He wasn't struggling wildly, though, like in some of the videos he and Fred watched together. Scott made one raspy breath, his toothy maw half-open, but it didn't bring in much air. Then all Fred heard was choking noises, gutteral and strangled groans. Scott uttered nothing that sounded like "HELP ME," though. Scott was looking right at Fred when the rope didn't twist him around. Fred couldn't help asking. "You want help?"

Scott shook his head no. The movement was slight, due to the rope being so tight. Scott was surely feeling pain in his neck muscles and his windpipe. Fred remembered what Scott said last week: "It's death, it's supposed to hurt."

The wolverine reached up to the wolf's hard cock and started stroking. Fred thought Scott would appreciate this sort of help, and soon Scott was thrusting into Fred's paw. Scott uttered a strangled gasp and started shooting into Fred's paw, and past that onto Fred's furry chest.

"Fuck yeah, dead wolf." Fred was staring at Scott's slick, hard rod while it pumped the last few spurts. Then he looked up and saw Scott's eyes had gone glassy. His tongue lolled slightly out of his mouth. The wolf was unconscious and he barely moved as he swung in smaller circles.

A moment passed. The wolf's body stiffened and relaxed. Then its knees pulled up slightly, then relaxed. The stiffening and bending happened two more times. After the third set of spasms, Scott dangled still.

The wolverine watched his dead wolf friend dangle. Fred had the first fleeting thought that he should've gotten his friend down from the rope before it was too late. He knew this was what Scott wanted, to hang still from a noose. It was too late now, anyway. There was no way would Fred cut him down if there was a chance he'd end up alive but brain-damaged. Fred had to admit, Scott looked so good hanging from the rope. Calm and relaxed, with his cock mostly out from his sheath. Just about as attractive as he ever had.

Fred's paws stroked the wolf's chest. He buried his nose in the fur of the wolf's lower belly, just above its crotch where Scott's cock had started drooping from fully hard. Fred felt his cock stiffen again inside his shorts, so he groped it while he inhaled the dead wolf's musk and cum. Then he decided he needed to take his orgasm home so as to not leave any traces here. Fred looked up into Scott's face, into the eyes that stared lifelessly down at Fred, his mouth slack, ears flopped forward.

A few minutes later, Fred broke away. He took one more swig of the whiskey Then, after a last look at the dangling dead furry body, he left Scott to hang in his quiet basement apartment. Fred gently closed the door at the top of the stairs and set out for the long walk home, keeping to shadows as much as he could for the first couple of blocks.