RTSYM: A Historical Reenactment
#4 of Old Redrum Series
RTSYM: A Historical Reenactment by: Berserkerb
Mr. Hirohito sat at his desk in his classroom. All the students had gone; he had no more classes for the day. The Komodo dragon yawned and looked down at the test in his hand. Half of the answers were marked with big red X's. He tossed the paper aside and started grading the next one. Again, nearly half the answers were wrong.
"Aiya!" he screamed. "What is wrong with these boys?" He grabbed the next paper, and found nearly half the answers wrong again. He cursed in Japanese and slammed his fist onto the desk. "Why are all of them failing this test?" He grabbed his head with both hands and reared back and screamed bloody murder. "If these test scores stay like this, I'll lose my head!" He stood up, then sat back down, and then stood up again. "Oh Great Spirits I need some coffee." He hurried out of his room and nearly sprinted for the nearest teacher's lounge. Upon arrival he found Coach Ram there, also getting coffee.
The ram turned around and gave the reptile a gay smile. He was wearing a pair of tight gym shorts -his usual - but was not wearing his usual tight, sleeveless shirt. "Hey there Komody," he giggled. "What brings you to the teacher's little hideaway?"
Mr. Hirohito groaned and made his way to the coffee pot, gently pushing Coach Ram out of the way. "I am in no mood for your antics," he said with a slight Japanese accent. "I've got enough stress on my mind."
"Awww, is little Komody feeling sad?" the ram said in a sweet, though slightly mocking way. "Why don't you tell me about it?" He took a sip from his coffee.
Mr. Hirohito sighed and guzzled down half his mug. "I don't want to talk about it. It is too... shameful."
Coach Ram made a move the Komodo dragon did not expect. The furry coach wrapped his muscular arms around the reptile and pulled him in to a gentle hug. "Come on Komody, you can tell me."
Mr. Hirohito would have blushed if his species could. He wiggled in the stronger man's grip, though not as vigorously as he could have been. "Let me go. T-This is highly indecent." He almost broke free, but then he felt a rather phallic-feeling object press up against his ass. His movements stopped, and Coach Ram took the opportunity to grind against the reptile with aggressive force. Mr. Hirohito shuddered and moaned. He thought back to the last time he had slept with someone. It had been before he started working at Redrum, and it was the first time he had ever let anyone yiff him in the ass.
Coach Ram's fingers danced along the reptile's scaly chest. Mr. Hirohito hissed softly, his body tensing from the arousing touch. "I thought you were only into the young men?' he hissed as Coach Ram began removing his long, dark pants.
"Oh I am," Coach Ram responded. His hands maneuvered their way down to the rising dark flesh between the reptile's thighs. "But the kids are just like a flame..." his groin rocked against Mr. Hirohito's exposed ass, the bulge pressing into his ass cheeks, "they are fun to look at and play with, but eventually get snuffed in the end." He leaned in and kissed the Komodo dragon's neck. "But adults are like a fine blade. It may dull after some uses, but all it needs is a little sharpening," as he said sharpening, he gripped the reptile's cock and balls hard, "and it is good as new."
Mr. Hirohito moaned and lifted his left leg up in a reaction. He felt Coach Ram quickly take the chance, and the Komodo dragon found a thick finger plowing his ass. "C-Coach Ram, I d-do not think we should..."
Coach Ram cut in. "Just call me Ram, Komody. No need for formalities among friends."
Mr. Hirohito staggered to say it. "R-Ram... Please stop. I do not wish to cause a scandal."
Coach Ram pulled his finger out, to Mr. Hirohito's relief, but he then used his free hand to pull his massive cock from his ever-so-tight shorts. "No one's going to care, honey." He grabbed one of Mr. Hirohito's arms, pinned it to his back, and then pushed the guy over the counter. His thick meat slid between the komodo's crack like a thick hotdog.
Mr. Hirohito hissed and moaned. His anus was so sensitive, and the rubbing sent shivers down his spine. "No... No, this is too much." He began pleading in Japanese, which seemed to turn the ram on.
"Oh baby, talk like that some more," Coach Ram cried as he pressed his thick shaft right into the reptile's tight pucker. The Komodo dragon let out a painful cry, but in it was the mixture of pleasure. Spurred on, Coach Ram plowed his member deep into his fellow teacher's nearly untouched hole. "Arg! You are so fucking tight, Komody!" He reared back and started going crazy into the reptile's rear. His cock spilled pre-cum like a faucet.
Mr. Hirohito bit his lower lip while he bounced back and forth on Coach Ram's cock. The pounding was intense, but he secretly craved it, wanted it to go on, and never wanted it to stop. He hadn't noticed, but he was drooling all over the counter. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand grip his slickened shaft, and realized that Coach Ram was taking charge of both their orgasms. "R-Ram...?" he muttered.
Coach Ram had his eyes closed and was gritting his teeth. He started bucking at that ass like a wild beast, his cock filling and receding, bouncing hard and swift into the firm, dark-scaled rear end. His hand caressed and rubbed at the komodo's average sized member. He played with it roughly, timing his rubbing with his humping. Soon, both men were moaning like ghosts, both of them on the verge of climax.
"Oh yes! Fuck me! Fill me!" Mr. Hirohito screamed.
"Don't worry baby, I'm going to fill that ass to the brim!" Coach Ram shouted back. His cock throbbed as the final release drew near, he held it back as best he could, trying to time it just right. He succeeded in holding it back long enough, for soon Mr. Hirohito moaned loudly and began to come all over the ram's hand, and on the cupboards bellow. As the reptile came, his ass clenched tight over the ram's shaft, causing one of the best orgasms to wash across Coach Ram in years. He baaed and let out a torrent of hot liquid rush into the rectum before him. He thrust a few more times, spurting out a little more cum with each shove of the hips. Once his balls were empty, he pulled out and slipped his dick back into his shorts. He gave Mr. Hirohito's ass a slap and giggled.
The Komodo dragon jumped a little, but stayed where he was, feeling dumbstruck. "I... I'm not sure what to say."
Coach Ram picked up their coffee, shoved one mug into the reptile's hand, and said, "Pull your pants back up and tell me what's been troubling you."
* * * * *
It was nearly dawn. The lights in the dorms were off, and not a soul stirred - at least... until now. One by one they crept out from their rooms. First there were only two, then five, then thirteen, and finally, a group of twenty-two students were slinking through the hallways. They made their way to a room. Inside were two young men, fast asleep; Jamie, an obnoxious lion who had liked to shave his mane, and Rhodey, a plump and annoying bulldog. Both boys lay naked in their beds, snoozing happily. The mob of students unlocked the door, and silently snuck inside. Rhodey was the first to wake, feeling something was wrong, but before he could cry out, his head was enveloped by a bag. Jamie woke with a start, but he too was bagged before he could yell for help. The mob of students dragged the two boys from their room, carried them through the dorms, and out into the back fields of the school, near the soccer field. They pulled the boys to their knees, and removed the bags.
Mr. Hirohito stood before them, though he was dressed up in a long, black robe, with a weird, flowing, white wig. He scowled at them both, and before the boys had a chance to speak, he shouted, "We are here today to put to trial, Jamie Pridesworth and Rhodey Fidgets, on crimes of witchcraft!"
Both boys shouted back in confusion, "Witchcraft?"
Mr. Hirohito continued. "We have some key witnesses, who will show the court that these two have conspired with the devil, and are pure evil!" He beckoned for one of the students to come forth.
He was a short pig. "Those two are witches alright," the pig proclaimed. He glared angrily at the two bound boys. "When I was taking my test, they were mumbling something about me. I didn't know what they were saying, but all of a sudden I could feel my mind slipping away, like someone was stealing all the answers from my brain." The entire class gave a shocking gasp.
Mr. Hirohito clapped his hands. "You poor boy. No doubt they were using the devil's powers to cheat off of you, and make you fail at the same time." The class began to murmur amongst themselves. Jamie and Rhodey looked at each other, fear and confusion in their eyes. "Bring forth the next witness!" Mr. Hirohito cried.
The next student to step forth was a tall, thin wolf. He acted timid. "It's them Sir, I'm sure of it. When I was eating lunch, I turned around because I heard something behind me, but when I turned back, my lunch was gone."
"And how is this related to the trial?"
The wolf thought for a minute. "Uh... Well I was the only one in the lunch room at the time, except for them. And... they were on the other side of the room. And I saw Jamie with a lunch tray that looked exactly like mine!" The crowd gave another gasp.
And so Mr. Hirohito called in a few more students to testify against Jamie and Rhodey. After the last student finished he stepped in front of the two boys and clapped his hands. "Order! Order! Jamie and Rhodey, the evidence against you is strong. I have no choice but to declare you guilty of witchcraft, and I sentence you both to death!"
There was a roar from the crowd of students. Some shouted, "Hang them!" Others shouted, "Burn them!" They chanted back and forth, splitting themselves into two groups over the issue.
Mr. Hirohito stepped in and suggested, "We can hang one and burn the other." The mob looked pleased with the idea, save for the two boys now sentenced to those fates. The crowd and Mr. Hirohito gathered Jamie and Rhodey, and marched the boys a little further from the school. In the distance was a gallows, already set up. Several feet away was a large wooden pole sticking up from the ground. Surrounding it were several smaller branches - kindling for the fire.
The restless mass of students pulled Jamie over to the large, wooden stake. They tied the naked lion's arms and legs to the pole, securing him well. He roared and struggled at his bindings, but nothing budged. Mr. Hirohito stepped forth, holding a small, lit torch. Jamie looked at him with horrified eyes, tears now streaming down his cheeks.
"Do you have anything to say before we send you to the eternal pits of Hell?" Mr. Hirohito asked in a stern voice.
Jamie cried out, "What the hell is going on? Why are you doing this to me?"
Mr. Hirohito leaned in and whispered so only the lion could hear. "No one cheats in my class and gets away with it." Returning to the crowd, he proclaimed, "He feigns ignorance. Let us see him feign it when he sees his dark master in the fiery underworld!" With that, he turned and tossed the torch onto the pile of sticks.
The branches and kindling quickly went alight. The flames spread quickly, circling the young lion in a matter of seconds. The crowd watched eagerly as the fire slowly grew larger and larger. Jamie cried out onto deaf ears as the flames began to envelop him. All around him was a ring of fire, blazing brightly, its heat intense and cooking. The smoke began to rise, choking the helpless feline, but the wind picked up, blowing the rising smoke from his face. The heat was searing, and his lower legs were already starting to redden from the heat of the flames.
Mr. Hirohito, ready to continue, addressed the crowd. "For those who wish to stay and watch this witch burn, you may. But for those who wish to watch this devil-dog hang by his neck, come with me!" About half the class decided to go with Mr. Hirohito over to the gallows. The rest stayed, mesmerized by the dying cries of Jamie as the flames began to singe the fur around his belly. Teacher and students trotted to the gallows, where a rope was ready, and waiting to be filled. Two students worked to drag Rhodey up the steps, but he fought back. Two more students assisted, and together they all forced the bulldog onto the trapdoor. They held him there, and bound his wrists, while Mr. Hirohito ascended the stairs, addressing the doomed Rhodey.
"If you have any words you wish to speak, I suggest you ask God for his forgivenss."
Rhodey spat at his teacher's feet. "You're a bastard! I hope you burn in..." His yelling was cut off when one of the other students enclosed a black hood over his head. Another student quickly slipped the noose around Rhodey's thick head, and tightened it over his bulky neck. They all stepped back, but stayed near in case the dog tried anything.
Mr. Hirohito sighed. "May God have mercy on your soul." He took hold of the release lever, and pulled it. Instantly, the door underneath Rhodey's feet opened, and the dog dropped a couple of feet. The rope tightened, and he stopped falling; now hanging in the air by his neck. Everyone around him listened to his harsh gurgling, and marveled as he began to kick at the air. Some of the students had begun to rub at their engorging groins, but a stern look from Mr. Hirohito put a stop to that. Although deep down the lizard could not blame them, but now was not the time.
Although Rhodey's face was hidden, it was clear that he was in intense pain. The black hood thrashed around while the dog squirmed his neck around, hoping to wiggle free, or at least get some air. His chest was heaving fast. His flailing feet were starting to get weaker, their movements less. Everyone watched, holding their breath as the dog thrashed for life for nearly ten minutes. In the end, his body succumbed, and his head fell to one side just before all his movements ceased. There was a small cheering from the students, and even Mr. Hirohito felt rather joyful.
After adding a few comments to his students, Mr. Hirohito quickly strutted back to area where the fire pit was. Jamie was still being cooked by the flames, though by now it was clear life had left the young feline. Most of his fur was singed, and his skin seemed to be a reddish-brown color. The reptile took a whiff of the air with his tongue, and hissed jubilantly. The distinct smell of roast lion filled the air, and it made the Komodo dragon rather hungry. He found - and was not too surprised - that the students around the fire had all decided to indulge in their feelings of arousal. Many of them were fucking still; others were now just lying there, naked, cuddling in the afterglow.
He rolled his eyes. "Boys will be boys." Suddenly, he heard a cry from behind.
"Mr. H-Hiroh-hito! I am here!" It was Mr. Ladle, the head cook. In his paws was silverware, including a rather sharp looking carving knife. Behind him were two assistances, each carrying picnic gear. He waved to the reptile as he neared. "Such a w-wonderful smell. I d-don't sup-pose I could h-have a taste?"
Mr. Hirohito grinned and nodded. "By all means. I don't think he's quite done cooking, but you're a better judge of that than I am." He pointed towards the gallows. "There's a bulldog hanging over there. Please cut him down for me and have him sent to the science department." With that, he turned towards the school and started to leave.
Mr. Ladle called out. "Are y-you not st-taying?"
Mr. Hirohito waved back at him and replied, "No! The students know what to do, and I have to go thank someone." Mr. Ladle shrugged and watched him go.
* * * * *
Mr. Hirohito knocked on the door to Coach Ram's office. He heard the ram beckon him in, and he entered. "Coach Ram," he said as he walked in. He no longer wore the robe or wig, but was in his business casual attire.
Coach Ram turned and smiled. "Why hello Komody." He leaned back in his chair, a rather smug expression on his face. "So, did everything go well?"
Mr. Hirohito hesitated, but then bowed low. "Thank you very much for the suggestion. I would never have dreamed how well the students were willing to get involved. I owe you a great debt."
Coach Ram giggled and scoffed. "Oh sweetie, you don't owe me anything. It was just a friendly suggestion by a friend and colleague."
Mr. Hirohito stood up, feeling a sense of relief and anxiousness. "Coach Ram..."
"Just call me Ram."
"... Ram. Would you like to maybe... join me for dinner tonight?"
Coach Ram looked at the reptile with blinking wide eyes. A smile crept over him. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
Mr. Hirohito gulped and tugged at his collar. "If you would have me..."
The flamboyant Ram licked his lips and swiveled around in his chair. He sported a rather impressive bulge in his shorts. "I'll say yes, if you can help me with my own problem." The old Komodo dragon fell to his knees, pulled the ram's shorts down, and went right to work on the massive shaft.
It had been a crazy morning, and it would only get crazier over time. All of Mr. Hirohito's students passed their make-up test with flying colors. As for Jamie, all the students gave him four stars, and left nothing go to waste.
The End