RTSYM: Suspended from School
#2 of Old Redrum Series
RTSYM: Suspended from School by: Berserkerb
Jake Summers had been the average teenage bad-boy fox throughout his life. He constantly disobeyed his parents, vandalized his school and other buildings, picked fights with just about anyone who looked at him funny, and was an overall pain in the ass. The red-furred fox had no friends, and by the end of high school looked as if he was destined for prison. But all that changed when his parents received a visit from one of the representatives at Redrum Transition School for Young men. After a bit of convincing, Jake's parents agreed to have their son sent there, despite their son's obvious reservations. Unfortunately for Jake, the people at Redrum were quite persistent, and simply drugged the young fox before they dragged him away.
Jake had been at the school for over a month, and he was already quite sick of it. He never took the rumors seriously, about students ending up dead for disobedience, or trying to run away. No one in their right mind would do shit like that, and think they could get away with it for long. So it came to pass that Jake began to break into his old habits, and began tearing up the school day after day. A meeting was being held, in order to discuss what should be done with the rowdy, and destructive young fox.
They all sat around a large elliptical table. Before each faculty member was a manila folder, filled with papers and photos, each referring to the deeds of a specific student, Jake. Around the table sat five of the school's most influential teachers and staff members. There was Mr. Job, the principal, looking ever so stern and proper. There was Coach Ram, who looked rather gay in his tight fitting sleeveless-shirt, and butt-gripping gym pants. Mr. Hirohito, the Komodo dragon who emigrated from Japan some months back, sat stiffly in his chair, his eyes on the principal. Mr. Bender, the school guidance counselor and psychology teacher, sat across from Mr. Ram. The old raccoon was shifting through the paperwork with a curious gaze. Next to him sat Mr. Greenback, the financial advisor and one of the economics teachers, and the only gryphon at the school.
"This fox has become a serious problem," spoke Mr. Job, breaking the long silence. "He's been here a month, and has already vandalized more than half the school." He slammed his fist down on the table. "Gentlemen, this boy must go!"
Coach Ram interrupted. "While I'd love to see the boy suspended, I still think you are over reacting, kitty." The flamboyant ram gave his boss a wink and smiled.
"I told you never to call me that, Percival!"
Coach Ram shuddered at the mention of his first name. "Please sweetie, don't call me that awful name."
Mr. Hirohito butted in. "Coach Ram, it is impolite to address one's superior as such. You have no manners, coming to a meeting dressed in such a way." Mr. Hirohito had come dressed as if he were attending a funeral. He was always proper, no matter the occasion.
"Well what do you suggest we do?" Coach ram said with a jeer.
"I believe the boy has disgraced the school... but I do not think he is a lost cause."
Mr. Job crossed his arms. "Not you too. I thought for sure I'd have your support on this, Mr. Hirohito."
The Komodo dragon bowed slightly. "I am sorry Sir, but I feel that due to the family life he had, Jake simply needs more time. I do feel that the boy needs some proper discipline, but nothing as harsh as suspension."
The bobcat sighed. "Mr. Bender, what do you think?"
The older raccoon looked up from his papers. "I suggest letting me have a few... sessions, with the boy. I think my techniques may prove worthwhile for all."
Mr. Job waved a paw in protest. "No, I do not want you experimenting again until you are certain the procedure will not backfire like it did before. I don't need some of my best students winding up dead because you messed up."
Mr. Bender scowled, but remained persistent. "I do not wish to see the boy harmed. After all, I see much potential in him... much potential indeed." His glasses caught a glare from the lights and flashed, and all knew he had his mind made up.
It was Mr. Greenback who had yet to speak. He waited for the others to stop chatting before speaking his mind. "The boy is costing us too much money. I say suspension is the proper action. If we let him continue on his rampage, the cleaning bills alone may cost us a hefty sum in the near future."
"Finally!" Mr. Job proclaimed. "Someone around here who's listening to reason."
Coach Ram waved a finger in the air. "Too bad the vote is three to two, Mr. Job. Unless one of us changes our vote, the boy stays."
Mr. Job had nothing to retort with, but luck was on his side. The doors to the meeting room suddenly burst open, and in came the head cook, Mr. Ladle, a wily hyena. And who should be dragging behind him, but none other than Jake Summers, the very fox who was the subject of the meeting.
"Why Mr. Summers, what a surprise to see you being dragged in here by the collar of your shirt," Mr. Job said sarcastically. "What has he done this time, Mr. Ladle?"
The hyena shook his fist and clawed at the air. "T-This h-hooligan has just d-destroyed today's main course for the faculty m-m-meeting!" Mr. Ladle had a slight stutter, but his anger just made it worse.
Mr. Greenback pressed his fingers to his temples, his face contorted as his mind raced with calculations. "That food was supposed to feed the entire faculty at the meeting this evening. It was expensive as hell, and we can't get it all replaced in time!" His face was starting to turn red.
Mr. Job looked over at Coach Ram and Mr. Hirohito. "Well gentlemen, what do you have to say now?" Both men looked at each other, nodded, and then looked back at Mr. Job, and nodded. Mr. Job did not address the raccoon to his right, for everyone could see he wanted much out of the fox boy, and suspension would end those dreams quickly. "Then it is four votes to one. Mr. Summers," he yelled and pointed to the confused fox, "you are hereby to be suspended from this school, affective immediately!"
Jake pulled free from the hyena's grip. "Fine! That's what I wanted all along, to get away from this shit-hole of a school! Suspend me; hell, expel me! I don't care!"
All of the teachers and staff had a devilish grin on their faces. Jake was not sure why they were smiling, but he soon found out.
"Mr. Summers," spoke Mr. Greenback. "When we say, 'suspended from school,' we mean that in the most literal sense possible." Seeing that Jake still did not get it, the gryphon got up from his seat and pulled a piece of string from a nearby drawer. He fashioned one end into a noose, and held it up to Jake's face. "You, my dear boy, will be hanged."
Jake's eyes grew wide from the realization, and his entire face flushed red. "W-What the hell? You can't kill me! It's against the law, you sick fucks."
Before he could make a move, Coach Ram quickly secured the fox into a tight grip, pinning his arms behind his back. "I'm sorry sweetie," he said softly to Jake. "But you brought this on yourself."
Mr. Job stood up and gazed evilly at the young fox. "It is too late for apologies, Mr. Summers. The noose awaits, and I think the whole school should be here to watch you hang. It will give them... a good example about making the wrong decisions." He pointed to the doorway. "Mr. Ram, take him to the locker room and get him ready for his suspension. I will call an assembly to the gym."
The muscular ram nodded, but did not leave. "Uh... Would it be okay if I..."
The bobcat sighed and gently waved him away. "Yes, yes. You may play with him beforehand. Just make it quick."
Coach Ram smiled gaily and practically pulled the boy away with a skip. "Thanks kitty! I'll let you know what you're missing later!" he shouted as he skipped out of the room, carrying the scared stiff Jake.
Mr. Job groaned and rubbed his forehead. "When will he stop calling me that?" The rest of the staff just laughed, but a quick glare from his feline eyes shut them all up swiftly.
* * * * *
Jake had no idea what to make of his circumstances. His mind raced with the reality of the situation, and all those rumors he had heard before were now starting to make perfect sense. Coach Ram had brought him to the locker room, and was in the process of preparing the young fox for his apparent execution.
"Please Coach Ram, I swear I won't do this shit again!" he pleaded vainly.
Coach Ram had finished stripping Jake and binding his wrists behind his back. He now was working a strong, leather strap around the young fox's ankles. "Too late for that, honey," he said apologetically.
"But I don't want to die!"
Coach Ram tightened the strap and tested it. He looked around into Jake's eyes. Jake noticed something in the ram's gaze. Was it pity? "You should have thought about that before you started destroying the school." He picked Jake up and set him back down, his knees on the floor and his chest on a bench. Jake looked back and saw the coach slipping his tight gym shorts down to his ankles. His massive erection sprang free, the dark skinned cock standing hard and angled up just a little. Jake watched as Coach Ram got down on his knees and pressed the massive shaft up to the young fox's ass.
"Oh god no!" Jake screamed. Tears flowed down his eyes. "Please don't rape me! Please don't k-kill me!"
The older ram gave Jake a gentle pat on the back. He then reached into a nearby locker and pulled out a white bottle. "Shush now, I'm not going to rape you... Well, not painfully, anyway." He squeezed a sizeable amount of liquid onto his cock, and rubbed it gingerly around. "I'm going to make your last moments memorable, as you don't want to die without knowing the feeling of another man's cock in your ass."
Jake's tears grew, and they streamed down his face like running water. He closed his eyes when he saw that Coach Ram was ready to begin, and he braced himself for impact. But the plowing did not come, at least not from a massive ram-cock. He felt something smaller, and cool, rub against his exposed anus. It made him shiver, and felt sort of nice.
"Just getting your hole ready for entry, sweetie," Coach Ram almost sang. "Something as tight as this always needs a little work before it gets fucked." He pressed a single, slick digit into Jake's untouched hole, and Jake instantly felt the effects.
Jake whined and blushed from the first entry of anything into his anus. The slick digit rubbed back and forth inside of him, massaging the tender skin inside. Jake's body shivered and shuddered from the strange new sensations coming over him. It was unusual, to say the least, and almost - dare he say - pleasurable. A second wet finger quickly found its way inside, and it made Jake moan much louder than before. He could hardly believe it, but being finger-fucked was arousing; so much so that he began sporting a hard-on of his own. His pink shaft poked from his sheath, defying Jake's protests to stay inside.
Coach Ram pulled the fingers away, and pressed the tip of his thick cock up against Jake's gently used anus. "Alright boy, here comes the cock train. It's destination... your tight, virgin ass." He pressed his hips forward, and the fat tip spread Jake's slick hole quickly. Jake cried out from this painfully new sensation. The penetrating cock was so big, and his hole was so small. His pain turned to bliss the moment his Coach's long pole pressed up against his prostate. The world seemed to spin for a moment, as a rush hit Jake's brain, washing him with feelings of submission and joy. As the long cock continued to rub against the insides of his ass, Jake felt a deep longing, a wish that he had tried anal sex earlier in his life. But such dreams, at this point, were fruitless to worry about.
Coach Ram had eased in as much as his cock as possible. He stopped, and gently leaned in over the young fox. "Now Jake, you get to find out why they call me Coach Ram." Jake did not have time to respond, before Coach Ram pulled his hips back, and literally rammed his body forward, plowing his massive meat deep into the fox's insides. Jake arched his head back and, half moaning and half screaming, immediately came to the answer. Coach Ram bucked his hips back and forth, thrusting hard each time he went in. He pulled out slowly, which caused Jake to moan lightly, but always followed it up with a powerful plunge inward.
Jake's cock was leaking more pre than he ever thought possible. He had heard a word for this, was it milking? He could hardly think; his mind was filled to the brim with sensations of being plundered by a thick, meaty cock. His coach's hard thrusts were growing faster, and inside his rectum he could already feel warm liquids flowing from the ram. He knew it would not be long before his coach finished fucking him, and when his coach had finished with him... he would be finished. The thought of dying mixed in with his new submissive thoughts. A part of him pondered if he should die, if hanging was what he was meant to do. His survival instincts were becoming shaken, and they almost broke the moment he heard his coach roar out.
"I'm coming!" Coach Ram screamed as he gave a final thrust into Jake's ass. The enormous shaft shuddered as a torrent of ram seed rushed through it, spilling out into Jake's no longer virgin hole. Jake felt his coach's arms wrap around him tightly, though somewhat gently, and he felt then his first true feeling of regret. Coach Ram breathed into his ear, and his whispered, "It's nearly time, little fox. Please do a wonderful dance for us before you die."
Jake barely opened his eyes. His balls felt so tight, they wanted to release so bad, yet they could not muster the strength to do so. His cock remained hard and erect, even after his coach pulled out and slipped his spent member back into his shorts. Jake's entire mindset was warped, and he could hardly tell what was up from down, left from right, good from bad.
Coach Ram picked him up and held him like a newborn. He looked into Jake's eyes, and Jake could now see a different look in his coach's eyes. The pity was still there, but there was also a sense of excitement, and wonder. He knew that his coach, though loving, was going to enjoy watching him hang.
"Coach Ram," whispered Jake. "Will it hurt when they hang me?"
The older coach chuckled while he carried Jake towards the exit that led to the gym. Already they could hear the murmur of the crowd as they waited in anticipation. "I wouldn't know, though from what I've seen it probably does." He kissed Jake's lips, and smiled warmly.
For a split second, Jake felt ready to die - almost longing for it. But once they entered the gymnasium, his heart sank. Every student was there, or at least it looked like it. All eyes turned to him as they entered. The room fell into a deep silence, as all waited in anticipation for the upcoming event. In the middle of the gym, Jake saw, was a long rope, which hung down from the ceiling. Underneath the rope was a small stool. Jake's eyes now remained fixated on the noose. He tuned everything else out, barely paying attention as his coach, and some other teacher, placed him onto the stool. It was only when he felt the rope tighten around his neck did Jake finally come back to reality.
Mr. Job spoke to the crowd of students. "This boy, Jake Summers, has been found guilty of destruction of school property on over seventeen accounts. We have decided, and his punishment will be suspension from the school."
Jake looked up at ceiling, and almost chuckled to himself when he realized what a horrible pun this all was. He heard his principal say something else, something about how Jake was getting what he deserved, but he realized that it really did not matter anymore. He casually glanced down, and discovered that he still sported an erection - which was still dripping wet from pre-cum. He almost had time to gasp, but his feet soon fell from under him as Coach Ram kicked the stool away. He dropped a little, and cold grip of the noose soon embraced his neck. There was a slight gasp from the audience, and soon the world around him became nothing but a struggle to breathe.
Jake's entire thoughts now drifted onto one thing, staying alive. His survival instinct kicked in, and he soon began to swing and shake in mid-air. His body spun around in the air as he kicked and shook violently. He was gasping for air, the world around him going spotted. He did not know what was going on with anyone else; his mind could no longer process the information. He wanted to breathe, he wanted breathe, he wanted to breathe. He could not see it, but his face was turning slightly blue. He began hearing a ringing in his ears, which drowned out the sounds of his former fellow students, many of whom had begun cheering his death along. He was losing all sensation throughout his body, except for one place. He could still feel a tension in his balls. As his life drained further away, as the world around him grew darker and darker, the tension in his groin grew stronger and stronger. It finally became too much, and at least the young fox came. His cock spewed forth his seed. The sticky cum coated his belly, his shaft, and much of the floor beneath him.
He gave one final gurgle... and fell limp.
Later, after all the students had been sent back to their dorms, Mr. Job and Coach Ram were concluding the event by cutting down Jake's flaccid body. Coach Ram looked at the fox's dead face, and his eyes held the pity they always had for the young fox.
Mr. Job signed off on a piece of paper and turned his attention to the coach. "Oh stop ogling him. He's dead and gone. Good riddance."
Coach Ram sighed and slung the dead fox over his shoulder. "Where do you want me to take the body?"
Suddenly, Mr. Ladle came in from the hall and jogged up to the muscular ram. "I'll t-take that, if you d-don't mind." He grabbed Jake's body from the ram and quickly hurried away.
Coach Ram called to him. "Hey wait, what are you going to do with him?"
Mr. Ladle, the wily hyena, stopped at the doorway with a grin on his face. "Why, I'm g-going to make f-fox sandwiches, of course. We need s-something for tonight's faculty meeting." With that, he took off out of the gym.
Mr. Job and Coach Ram stared at each other, slightly bewildered. Mr. Job said, "Well... at least we'll be getting some use of out that fox."
Coach Ram scratched at his chin. "Yeah... though I think I should have warned him that Jake's ass is filled with my cum." He shrugged and giggled. "Oh well, more ass meat for me."
The End