A Haunting Chap 3
#3 of A Haunting
Haunting
A professor of paranormal studies, takes his senior class on an end of the year field trip. Spending the night in a haunted mansion, which belonged to a psycho cutter. Who the policed killed in the house, all his old tools and gadgets remain in place. And there are many tales that his ghost comes back to collect more trophies.
THE KITCHEN 3
"The kitchen!" Vander snorted in disgust under his breath, as he set up the thermal imaging camera. "What the fuck paranormal could happen in the fuckin' kitchen?" The hefty bear snarled as he set the camera to auto swivel on it's tripod. The camera turned towards him, watching him, and he nodded, satisfied. "What's the ghost going to do, come in and cook himself up some eggs?!?" Professor Whaite hated him, that was the only answer. Just because the bear already knew his every story, before he told them to the class! "I read all his books that's all!" Vander grunted as he wandered around the dusty kitchen looking over everything. The knife block and cutting broad catching his eye, but both where clean. Almost polished in they're appearance, leaning down he sniffed. But could detect no scent of blood or cum on them. When he noticed the strangest looking appliance he'd ever seen! It was on a shelf all by itself, and while the other pots and pans had rusted and grown dirty with age, this one looked, well, in mint condition! He pulled it from the shelf, putting it on the table, forgetting about the camera as it slowly turned to face him. It kinda looked like a small waffle iron, though it had obviously been hand made. He inspected the front of it. There were all sorts of gadgets and locks and springs, he fiddled with it, pressing buttons and latches until it sprung open. He peeked inside, and couldn't really see anything... so he snuck his thick stubby fingers in. There were... metal squares there, just like for making waffles! It was then an idea began to brew, within his mind. His cute little sheath bulged slightly, as his imagination went to work.
He'd never seen anything like it in any of the books he read. But this was Definitely one of Corwin's instruments of torture! But how... 'It's not like it's plugged in, I'm sure it's safe..' An icy, cool voice in the back of his head reminded him. The big fellow glanced around, and
snickered nervously. ‘Why not... If I discover something Professor Whaite hasn't yet, I'm sure he'll start to respect me...' The big burly bear shed his pants, his cute little sheath sticking up against his tummy. The pink blunt head of his rather petite cock sticking up out of it. He reached down and lifted his generous pouch. Flopping it on to the table, his massive orb's making a loud ‘Whumping' sound. Vander stared at the machine, fiddling with it with one huge paw, while rolling his nuts around with the other. He fondled them firmly, as he tried to figure out what went where. Then smelled... ‘Naw couldn't be.' For an instant he thought he smelled scrambled eggs cooking. But there was definitely nobody else in the room, he glanced around quickly. Then smiled looking down, the apple sized ‘eggs' in his paw making him laugh. "Of course!" He grunted slapping his forehead with the butt of one paw. Opening the waffle machine up as far as it would allow, and very carefully threaded one ball into the little machine. And then the other, his muzzle twisting as he felt his huge ball's settle into something greasy. He set the machine back on the table, peering into it. Noticing a thick wad of melting butter oozing around his fat nuts. "Yeah, obviously that's what it's for..." He grunted, amazed that that butter would still be in the machine after so long. "It must be used for..." ‘SNAP!!'
Vander grunted, more in surprise than in pain. The machine having shifted... he could feel something pinching against the neck of his huge pouch. He must have activated some kind of setting. Then his beady dark eye's widened, as he noticed the little red light on the side of the machine had began to glow an eerie red. "What the... but that's not..." It was then he felt it, heat basking against his big proud jewels. His short thin cock was bouncing against his furry belly now. As the heat was making the butter melt faster dripping around his hefty sack. Quickly Vander fiddled with the buttons and switches, trying to find the lever to open the diabolical device. The metal prongs of the machine beginning to burn into the fur of his thick heavy egg's. "Holy shit, it's not real!" The big bear screamed in denial. "It can't be possible!" He panted in desperation. "IT'S NOT PLUGGED IN!!!" He whimpered grabbing the cord and dragging it to him, holding up the plug as proof.
But somehow it had been activated, and now it was trying to cook his huge magnificent balls! Vander lifted it up, and slammed it down on the table top powerfully. Trying to disrupt the heating mechanism, or break the lock! Bad idea. For there was a firm, heavy, CRUNCHING sound! As the mechanism's springs snapped, and like a bear trap. The machine's jaw's slammed shut, crushing and cooking. The big bruin could do nothing, but wail as both of his fat balls were crushed. Gwooy blasts of spunk splattering up his furry belly! The popping of hot grease, and egg-batter shooting out of the sides of the machine.
"OHOGODOHOGODOHOGOD!" Vander squealed as he backed away, his ball sack completely severed. Watching in horror and loss, as the possessed machine cooked the trapped testicles inside. After a few minutes, there was a ‘Ding' and then a ‘Click' as the waffle machine sprung back open. Tentatively, Vander reached over, lifting it up on its end! And a thick, spongy waffle like thing slid out! Bits of fur sticking out of it. Gagging he stagger to the corner, vomiting violently, and fled the room! With the laughter of a cold icy voice ringing in his ears.
FIN