RTSYM: Trip to the Principal's Office
#3 of Old Redrum Series
RTSYM: Trip to the Principal's Office by: Berserkerb
Mr. Job, the principal of Redrum Transitional School for Young Men, sat at his desk, paws clasped together, his face fuming with rage. He gazed to the left, and then to the right. His breathing grew quick, and then slowed. "How long do you think until we find out who did this?" he asked to a colleague behind him.
The colleague in question, a Mr. Tracker, had just picked up a piece of fur from the ground. He examined it closely, using his eagle eyes to their utmost potential. "Oh, not too long. It's obvious they were trying to stay hidden, but they weren't careful enough."
Mr. Job took in a deep breath. "When I get my paws on the one's who are responsible... I will kill them with the utmost pleasure."
The principal's office had been vandalized sometime during the night. Graffiti had been sprayed all over the walls, saying things like "Fuck the principal," and "Redrum is for losers." The bobcat's desk had been splattered with what seemed to be a rather gruesome shade of green paint. The two stuffed heads he had gained after a wildlife hunt out in Africa had been painted various colors, and torn in various places. The perpetrators were unknown, but Mr. Job had called in a favor from an old friend, the eagle behind him. With Mr. Tracker on the job, the two vandals would be caught within the day.
"Alright, I'll get this to the lab in a jiffy." He gave the old bobcat a pat on the shoulder. "We'll get them for sure, no doubt about it."
Mr. Job looked at his friend with a wicked smile. His very face seemed almost devilish, and anyone who knew him knew that whatever he had planned would be dreadful. "And when you do... I will see to their punishment personally.
* * * * *
Sometime later, during lunch, Tyr and Black were sitting down at their usual spot, and aura of pride wafting off of them Tyr was a tall, thin cheetah, with a knack for causing trouble, but never getting caught. Black, a short, plump bear, was his roommate and sometimes fuck buddy.
Tyr ripped off a piece of his sandwich and chewed at it quickly, talking while he did. "Damn, I still can't believe we got away with it."
Black held onto his bottle of pop nervously. He had not stopped shaking since the events last night. "Are you sure they won't know we did it? I mean... there were cameras set up there."
Tyr rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Please Black, do we have to go through this again? We wore masks, and plenty of baggy clothes to confuse them about or shape. There is no way they can pin it on us."
The short bear took a sip from his pop. He tried gulping it down, but found the act rather hard. "I don't know... I still don't think we should have done it. I mean, the principal's a bit creepy, but he's never hurt us, or tried to."
Tyr tore more from his sandwich. "You worry too much. Besides, we'll be the first students ever to get away with destroying the principal's office. I remember the last group who tried ended up being roasted alive for dinner that night." After pausing to think, he added, "The mouse had been delicious."
Black just shuddered. "Eww, I don't want to end up on the menu." He gazed off to the side, not wanting to look his friend in the eyes. "Maybe if we confessed... they'd let us off easy."
Tyr slammed his fist down, causing a few of their fellow classmates to turn their gazes at them. "No way," he half whispered. "If you go snitching, I'll be sure to kill you myself, but more painfully than by a noose, or being roasted."
Black backed up in his seat. "Settle down man! I ain't going to say anything... Just thinking out loud."
"Yeah well why don't you do less thinking, and do a little more sucking; as in let's go back to the dorm and you suck me clean."
That was an idea Black could get behind. But as they both got up to leave, a paw swiftly tapped at Black's shoulder. The bear spun and found his history teacher, Mr. Hirohito, staring back at him. "Oh, hello Mr. Hirohito, can I do something for you?"
The komodo dragon nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Swanson. I would like to see you for a moment in my room. It concerns your project from last week."
Black looked back at Tyr. "I'll meet you later then, okay?" Tyr nodded and slipped passed them. "Okay Sir, I'm ready to go."
Mr. Hirohito watched Tyr leave, his gaze sharp and accusing. "Yes... We have much to discuss."
* * * * *
Tyr rounded the last turn to his dorm. He was only an arm's length away from his door, when he felt someone tapping on his back. He turned and saw Coach Ram, nearly on top of him, staring back with a smile.
"Hey there Tyr baby," the older ram said gaily. "I've picked you for my special workout partner tonight. So how about you come with me to the gym and we can get working on those glutes of yours." As he spoke, he reached around and grabbed the young cheetah's ass cheeks.
Tyr purred and looked up at his coach with lustful eyes. "Well I was going to have some fun with Black... but I wouldn't possibly pass up a chance to get your thick meat in me." He wrapped his arms around his coach's neck and flung himself into the ram's arms.
"You were always so eager for sex," Coach Ram said with a sigh.
"Don't you mean, 'am' so eager?"
"Yes, that's what I meant." Coach Ram turned and headed out of the dorms. He carried Tyr down the science hall, through the math department, and, passing the gym, headed straight for the admissions area.
"Hey Coach, you missed the gym," Tyr said, obviously confused.
Coach Ram brought the cheetah passed the front desk, through the small hallway, and right into the principal's office, where he threw the young cheetah down on his butt.
"Ouch! Hey what the hell... are you..." Tyr stared up, horrified as Mr. Job's feline glare stared right back at him. To Tyr's right was Black, who was also on his butt, and shaking like it was zero degrees Celsius.
The old bobcat smiled and titled his head. "Welcome to my office, Tyr Bridges. I'm afraid you've been here before, so there's no need to show you around."
Tyr gulped, but remained somewhat cool and collected. He knew they could not have pinned anything on them - there was no way. "I don't know what you mean, Sir. I've never been in your office."
Mr. Job continued to smile, though there seemed a slight twitch in his eye. "There is no use denying it, Mr. Bridges. Your friend here already confessed."
Tyr stared daggers at Black. "You son of a bitch, you blabbed!"
Mr. Job suddenly interrupted. "No... but you just did." The old bobcat laughed so hard when he saw the realization in the cheetah's eyes. "We already knew it was you two. Fur had been found at the scene, and you made the match. I just wanted to see you stupidly confess."
Tyr's tongue was tied. He looked to Black, but the bear's only response was a fear-filled shake of his head. The cheetah looked back up at his principal. "W-What are you going to do to us?"
Mr. Job leaned back in his chair and looked up and to his right. His eyes fell upon the ruined trophy heads he had so admired. "Well... since you two ruined my mounted heads, I feel it is only natural that you replace them." His eyes turned them, a gleam flashed, and he smiled with all his razor-sharp teeth showing. "I believe your heads will do nicely."
Black got to his knees, and cried out, tears flowing, "No! Please Sir, I didn't want to do it! He made me, he's always making me do bad things!"
Tyr roared at his friend. "You mother-fucker! You think you can pin this on me? I didn't see you complaining when you were spraying 'fuck the principal' on the wall!"
Mr. Job watched them argue with much amusement. He found it so fascinating how easily criminals could turn on each other, given the right situation. He purred softly, taking in their fruitless rage like nectar. "If you two are done jabbering, I'd like to get started on your pre-sex execution."
Both boys turned to him, their faces red from shouting. "What?" they asked in unison.
The old bobcat stood and walked to the other side of his desk. He leaned back, resting his paws on the desk's edge for support. "Well, it is customary to give the students a last fuck before they die. I'm giving you a choice in the matter - since I am so generous. I am going to personally kill you both, but I'm also going to fuck one of you. Which one wants to receive my cock?"
Black and Tyr looked at each other unsurely. They both figured that whoever was at the receiving end of the principal's member was probably going to be getting a lot of rage pumped into their hole.
Tyr was the first to speak. "I want to be humped by Coach Ram!" Black had his muzzle open, ready to speak, but had been too slow.
Mr. Job waved, and Coach Ram took the young cheetah in his arms. "I know you like being gentle, but try and rough him up some," the bobcat sighed.
Coach Ram giggled. "We'll see. Should I bring him back here when I'm done?"
"No, take him to the football field. The chopping block should be set up by then." Coach Ram nodded and carried his prize away. "Now then, Mr. Swanson..." He gazed down at the young bear, his eyes filled with lust, malice, and an intent to kill. "How about you be a good boy and strip for me? If you are good, I won't have to tie you up."
Black gulped and tried to stand. His knees knocked against each other so badly that he fell down. He tried again, and only barely managed to stay standing. Slowly, he began to undo the buttons on his shirt. He fumbled the top button, but managed to free it, however the second button just would not come undone. Tired of waiting, Mr. Job grabbed the young bear, and tore the shirt off, shredding it to pieces. He reached down, and clawed Black's pants away. The young bear was not wearing underwear, and he immediately tried to hide himself.
"Get up against the desk!" Mr. Job roared as he flung Black up against the solid oak desk. The bear caught the edge of the desk, and tried to hold steady. Mr. Job unzipped his pants and let his thick, throbbing shaft poke free. Black looked back, and his eyes widened. He realized what kind of ride he was about to receive.
"Please Mr. Job, please don't kill me." He sobbed and held his head low. He continued crying, even when he felt his principal's paws glide along his sides, and the tip of the feline's cock pressing tightly into his plump rear. "I swear I won't do this again. I... I'll help clean up, and I'll work extra hours on chores, and I'll - Eep!" He yelped the moment the bobcat's shaft pressed roughly into his hole. The dry member rubbed harshly against Black's insides, though his body sent him ripples of pleasure as his anus spread wider and wider.
Mr. Job eased his cock in, not really hurting the bear too much, other than causing mild friction burn. "You could do those things, or you could just take your punishment like a man." He pulled his body back and forced his mighty shaft deep into the bear's slightly tight ass. Black howled from a mixture of bliss and pain. The bobcat reached around and felt the boy's shaft already had grown erect. "You are going to die," he said as he fucked the boy hard, three times. "You and your friend deserve it!" His humping grew harder, and Black's butt was starting to sting.
Black tried to fight the tears, but they just kept coming. He grit his teeth for each ass-pounding thrust that his principal gave him. The pleasure was intense, but so was the pain. He had taken it without lube once before, with Tyr's cock, but the cheetah had nothing on the older feline's girth.
"I'm... going... to chop... your chubby... fucking... head off," he roared, his thrusts in time with his words. "And then... I'm going to... mount it on... my wall!" With those final words, Mr. Job's shaft started to throb. The rush of cum blasted out of his tip, coating the inside of Black's used rectum, giving the bear the last fill he would ever have.
Black looked back and pleaded once more. "Please Sir... I don't want to die."
The old bobcat suddenly slapped Black across the face, stinging his left cheek red. "Die like a fucking man. Stop complaining and take your punishment as you should. That's the problem with today's youth; they never want to take responsibility for their actions." He grabbed Black by his neck and forced him to walk in front of him. He held on tight; making sure the bear would not try anything funny. He marched Black through the halls of the school; students peered out from the windows on the doors, and stopped to stare as they walked through the halls.
Some of the students laughed at Black, others looked away in pity. Either way, being marched along, naked, dripping pre, with cum cascading down his thighs was quite the embarrassment for the young bear. Mr. Job marched him out of the school, and took him down to the football field, where Tyr was already waiting. Mr. Greenback was holding onto the boy, whose arms were bound behind him.
"Where's Coach Ram?" asked Mr. Job.
"You know he hates bloody executions. He's always preferred watching the boys dangle."
The feline shrugged and shoved Black over to the gryphon. "Hold on to him. I'm going to start with the cheetah." He began by removing his suit and tie, and tossed both to the grass. He worked off his white, button-down shirt, slipping it off and letting it fall to the ground.
It was rare to ever see Mr. Job without a suit on, and both Tyr and Black had to admit, their principal was smoking hot. Too bad they would not be alive to tell anybody.
Mr. Job grabbed the naked cheetah by the collar and hoisted him in front of the chopping block. Tyr gazed down at the dip in the block, the spot where his neck would go. There were several marks, evidence of the previous victims to this simple, yet gruesome device. Mr. Job forced Tyr to his knees, and after removing the young feline's bindings, quickly thrust both arms into two, metal clamps on the either side of the chopping block. Tyr tried to fight free, but the metal clamps held tight, and he could not slip loose. Mr. Job bent down near one side and picked up a rather impressive looking axe. It had been cleaned and polished, just for the occasion. The old feline inspected the blade, measuring its sharpness while Tyr continued to fight for his freedom.
"Damn it, let me go! You can't fucking do this to me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
Mr. Job scowled and struck the young cheetah's back with the blunt side of the axe. Tyr howled in pain, and his movements lessened. "Shut up, you pretentious little prick. If you can't die like a man, then at least die silently." He took the axe in both paws, and hoisted it above his head. Tyr once again began to scream for forgiveness. Mr. Job steadied his aim, took a deep breath, and brought the axe down through the air. There was a whooshing sound, a loud thunk, a spraying of blood, and Tyr's screaming came to an end.
Black watched as his friend's head fell onto grass below. Blood spilled out from the severed neck, coating the grass red. On the chopping block, Tyr's body convulsed and fell over. Blood spewed from the neck as the heart continued to try pump the life giving liquid to a head that was no longer there. Mr. Job kicked the body away and motioned for Mr. Greenback to bring Black over. Black's gaze shifted from his dead friend's shuddering body, to his cool and collected principal. Blood had splattered all over his chest and belly, and even some had splashed onto his face. He looked down at Black with unforgiving eyes, and in that moment, the bear knew that he really was going to die.
"Wait!" he screamed. "I mean... Mr. Job, if you would allow me, I would like to die... like a man."
The old bobcat rubbed his chin, and then nodded. "Let him go, Greenback. He's ready."
Mr. Greenback let go of Black's arms, and the bear had a small notion to try and run. But one look at Tyr's now still body crushed that thought swiftly. He stepped up to the block and gave a slight nod to his principal - and executioner. "I am sorry for what I did, Mr. Job. But I will take my punishment like a man." He knelt down in front of the groove and, after taking a deep breath, set his neck down upon it. He gazed forward, not wanting his last sight to be Tyr's severed head, which rested but a couple feet below. He soon felt the cold blade of the axe touch his neck. He shivered, but kept his gaze ahead.
He heard Mr. Job say, as he raised the axe above his head, "I'm proud of you, Mr. Swanson. Today, you die a man." Black took in his last breath, and tensed up when he heard the faint sound of a blade cutting through the air. He braced himself, and soon felt the axe as it cut through his flesh and fur. The blade drove down, severing flesh and bone alike. Black made a slight gurgle as he involuntarily exhaled, and it all ended with a resounding THUNK! Black felt the world around him fall, or was it he who was falling? He felt a strange pain as his severed head hit the ground, and rolled some. His mind was growing cloudy, and his gaze dark, but the position of his head let him see one final thing before it passed on into darkness. Mr. Job was smiling.
* * * * *
Later that night, Mr. Job sat in his newly clean office, finishing the last bit of paperwork for the night. He scribbled his signature on the last document, and fell back in his chair with a riotous sigh. "Finally, all done for the evening." He stretched his weary arms and yawned. "I'm going to sleep like a log tonight." He stood, but before leaving he glanced up at the wall. Mounted on a plaque, perfectly preserved with a stern face was the head of Black Swanson. Mr. Job smiled warmly when he saw it. Tyr's head was nowhere to be found. After having considered it, the bobcat did not want to have to stare at Tyr's stupid face forever. He sent the cheetah's head, and the rest of his body, to the kitchen to be turned into lunchmeat.
But Black's head had been mounted as promised, and Mr. Job saw to it that his body was stuffed and mounted for future use in the teacher's special lounge. A small plaque rested on the base of the statue, and just under the bear's head. It read:
Black Swanson, 20
He died like man, as we all should when our time comes.
R.I.P.
Mr. Job shut off the lights to his room, and bid the mounted bear's head a good night.
The End