Shredder Discipline.
#3 of Shredder
Shredder Discipline.
‘St Andrews school for the detention and discipline training of young incorrigible furs!'
Norman shuffled his feet as he begrudgingly walked to the principal's office. Angry at everything he kicked one of the trash canisters, which echoed, down the empty hall. He was a rather large wolverine, tall and slightly muscular. He looked like a bully, and was in every sense of the word. His sagging jeans revealed a pair of silk boxers with black shimmering flames. On the waistband was embroidered the words "Bad Boy" in bold red.
His white wife beater was tucked inside them so everyone could see the self-labeling boxers. Norman was rather proud of this title. And also such a sexual display, kept people from calling him out on what lay beneath them. But when he was the Wolverine could display those contents with pride. Usually overpowering any other male by a long shot. And perhaps that's part of the reason he was such a prideful bully in the first place. The office door was open, and those within were already waiting for his arrival. Father Murphy shook his big golden mane; the Lion was upset to be seeing Norman yet again.
"Come in and have a seat." He growled curtly to the youth, who had just insulted his teacher and gotten thrown out of class. Norman defiantly swaggered up to the chair, plopping himself down into it an spreading his legs wide. Proudly displaying once again the bad boy label atop his semi aroused loins. The lion stared at him with a quiet sternness, however it didn't seem to phase the wolverine. He just gave a glazed over glance, like he was listening, but at the same time openly showing he didn't want to be receptive. Father Murphy shook his head; he'd had it with Norman. The Young wolverine was a bully and had sexually assaulted most of his dorm mates! And nothing the priest said or did made a difference to him, he just wouldn't respond to anything. There was really only one course of action left him, though the Priest hated to do it. The young bad boy would have to be shown a bit of true horror of evil.
Father Murphy put on a disarming smile, as he contemplated the young rapists end. "Listen Norman, I know you don't have the best track record." "And this offense is somewhat minor, compared to your other misdemeanors." The Priest cleared his throat, as the Wolverine grinned at the word misdemeanors. "I am capable of mercy and compassion, so I shall make your punishment simple but comparative." Father Murphy explained honestly. "There are some files, Brother Inuki needs copied." "He'll give you the paper work, and set you to work downstairs." "And you'll be let out as soon as your punishment is complete." Little did Norman know of the real punishment that awaited him?
'What a chump!' The young wolverine thought, smirking as he heard the wimpy punishment the priest had set out for him. This place was so much more lenient than jail; he would be king of it before his time was up. He was already fucking whom ever he wanted, at night in his dorm. And telling whatever teacher off who got on his nerves... That stupid wolf thought sending him to the principal was going to do anything! 'Hell I might just fuck him next!' He thought with a smile as he stood up to follow Brother Inuki, down to the basement copy center. The big Lion thought uneasily of the brooding gray lump of evil brooding in the basement. Clutching at his holy symbol, as he felt it's diabolical present even through all the concrete between them. He said a silent prayer as he watched the pair leave the room and head down the hall.
The wolverine noticed his raccoon guide smirking at him discreetly every so often. "What have you got to smirk about Stripes?" He demanded. "Think you're better than me?" "I'll have you down to your panties, screaming my name before you can blink." He growled lewdly. "Course you'd probably cum before you even realized what was going on." "Three strokes for you and it's over!" "Am I right?" Norman obscenely groped his own crotch to heighten his point, and insult the grinning raccoon.
Brother Inuki's smirk widened as he listened to the young toughs words. It wasn't the first time he'd heard such slurs and threats. "I think I'll last a lot longer than you!" He assured with a knowing sneer that made the Wolverine uneasy. Brother Inuki handed a folder to Norman when they got to the door. "I want that order done in a half hour..." He explained seemingly unperturbed. "Then I'll have more for you, if you still haven't learned your lesson." The raccoon smirked. "And do be careful down there, some of those machines can be rather hazardous." The raccoon crowed. "Even for a "Bad boy" like you." "You'll have everything down there that you need." He assured as Norman began walking down the steps. Brother Inuki muttered softly to himself under his breath. "And helped be rid of some things the likes of you don't need."
Norman yanked the offered file folder out of the raccoons paw, with a snarl of bravo and swagger. "Maybe I will maybe I won't." He called as he stomped down the stairs, never pausing to wonder why the raccoon wasn't coming down with him. "Hazardous my balls!" The Wolverine snarled, opening the door and entering the dimly lit copy room. And doing so failing to hear the raccoon's final words, that indeed were only softly muttered.
Norman huffed unhappily as he walked down the steps into the basement. It was rather clean for a boiler room that had been converted into an office copy center. A wall had been built to separate the water boiler and other plumbing. And tile was laid down and the room was made to look like a tiny office. Only the heavy steel fire door hinted that it was an offshoot of the boiler room. That and some pipes that needed to jut down from the ceiling. Other than that it looked like a semi-normal copy room. The scents of toner and copy fluids burned in his sensitive nose. As he glanced around the small dimly lit room, strangely he seemed to smell something else here. The coppery tint of spilled blood, the rank scent of rotten flesh. Copy machines both old and new lined the walls, but most were dead and silent. At last he spotted the pale blue light on the newest looking machine. It was set back in the corner, opposite a big gray lump of a machine. Strolling back he looked the machine over, this was going to be the easiest punishment he'd ever served...
He tossed the folder on the dusty copier beside him. Then began to work on setting the working copier to the needed specifications. The item behind to him rumbled, making him spin around startled. Anger at himself snarled as he looked over and read its label. "Annihilator 3000 huh?" Norman paused and smirked, the sound coming from the machine. Sounded as if it had tried to start itself randomly, but had failed. Almost like an animal had growled in the distance, but that was just a stretch of the imagination; the young wolverine thought. "Seems you're broken like the rest of the garbage down here." Norman smirked to the silent machine. The single red light glowing from the machines dull gray case spoke mute denial though. As the handsome young wolverine set everything in place, and triggered the copier to do its work, watching as the first few copies were pumped out. Then he quickly grew bored and began looking around the room again, but the only thing of interest in this dank Grey room was the Annihilator.
"Annihilator huh so what do you annihilate?" He grunted, moving over to look the big machine more closely. The wolverine picked up the manila folder the papers had come in and he carefully placed it in the machines slot. Without warning, the folder was ripped from his fingers pads. And mangled before the wolverine fully realized the folder had ever started shredding. "Impressive, but I'm sure there are things even you can't shred." The wolverine stared at the malevolent glowing red eye. It's glow almost seemed to be pointing somewhere, following the imaginary line. His eyes stopped at his own groin, the machine seemed to be eyeing his ample bulge and the words bad boy displayed on his boxers. But once again, the wolverine dismissed it as a stretch of his imagination.
Carelessly he fed another paper into the shredders maw... noting the vibrations the machine was making as it eats. "Hmmmmm..." Moving up the young Wolverine press's his bulge against the gray casing, feeling the machines vibrations tingle through his semi erect cock. It felt good... good and dangerous the spice of his sex life so far... "Well I don't care what you can and can't shred, there are other aspects of you I like just fine." He fed another sheet into the machine, the case rumbled and sending waves of vibration through his khaki pants and boxers. Into his swelling sheath, making his already semi erect organ dangle out farther. A ‘murr' of pleasure emitted from his throat. Even if Brother Inuki would be back, he wouldn't be back for a while! So he might as well use it to get a quick load off. He quickly slipped off his shoes, and then his pants. Pressing the silk boxer shorts against the machines gray case.
Quickly feeding pawful after pawful of paper into the shredder, to keep those oh so pleasant vibration constant. And it felt good... damn good... his thick cock with already out of its sheath, and getting his boxers damp with pre-cum! Slowly he slipped his erection out over the waistband, and lay it directly onto the hard plastic case; which was surprisingly warm and smooth! "Ummmm fuck... yeah!" The machine seemed to shudder even more powerfully, with each set of papers it was given. Almost like a lover pushing back and thrusting harder in return to the wolverine's own thrusts. Norman was panting slightly, he could feel himself on the road to orgasm. One big-clawed paw draped over the back of the dull gray case, almost like he was pulling it towards him. Even as his strong young hips began to pump, rubbing his pre-cum slickened organ over the shredders face panel. So engrossed he haven't noticed that the wicked machine rumbled on even, though he'd stopped feeding it papers!
The wolverine pumped harder still, the machine seemed to vibrate better when he pressed forward, moaning he blindly thrust forward rapidly. After a moment, he felt his big prick press against something like a hole. He kept thrusting forward, readying himself to bury his manhood into that orifice. By now he was imagining he was making good on his threats with Brother Inuki, stripping the raccoon down and taking him with ease! He gripped the back edge of the big machine with his other paw... all thoughts of shoving paper into it gone. ‘RRRRRRRRRRRR...' The sound was shocking... but it was the feeling of those vibrations! Not felt through something else, but in his big cock that over powered his mind! His thick cock was bouncing and vibrating wildly, as his hip's pressed forwards feeding him organ into that smooth hole! He imagined it was Brother Inuki's mouth or anus!
His imagination ran wild; he imagined the older raccoon kneeling before him. In nothing but a pair of white briefs and white socks. The raccoon was begging for the wolverine not to do what he was bout to do. But Norman only smirked in his mind's eye, glaring down at the shamed raccoon. With one powerful thrust Norman silenced the coon, by shoving his member into his pleading mouth! However instead of silence, Norman was greeted with another noise, and another sensation. One that made him yelp out in surprise and shock!
‘GGGRRRUMBGRRUUMB!!!' The shredder grunted, as it chewed the young bullies once proud thick cock down! Under him the big machine shuddered and seemed to moan in pleasure! As it chewed on the bone within his once proud organ! Then began to growl slower and more deeply, as it devoured that springy bone! Norman glanced down instantly realizing his mistake, but found his couldn't more backwards... In fact something was pressing against his rump... driving his organ even deeper into the shredders fearsome jaws! His little tail was already up, and therefore was no defense; against something pressing into his virgin tail hole! He felt his silken boxers slowly and sensuously pulled down. With his boxers around his ankles Norman grunted. "OOOOOOOO!" He moaned as the hot hard organ pressed into his virgin tail hole. Pressing his sheath and low hanging ball's through the shredders wide open slot... ‘Had it been that wide before!?'
"Noooo!" Norman squirmed and squealed, as his taut tail hole was forced open. While his big wolverine cock was slowly fed into the steel jaws of destruction! He howled as his cock hit the halfway mark. He tried to look behind him, to see who was pushing him forward. Trying to not letting him save any vestige of his precious wolverine heritage. If it didn't stop soon, his family line would end with him!
"Hazardous your balls..." A soft leering voice purred into his ear, as the pointed tip of someone's cock wedged its way thought his tight anal gates! "Going to help you be rid of some things... little bullies like you don't deserve to have!" The sweet sounding voice of Brother Inuki smirked, as he gave the rapist a taste of his new life!
"No please brother Inuki..." The Wolverine started as respectfully as he could.
"Oh yes... Your getting cut down to size!" The Raccoon grunted lustfully. As his sleek hip's thrust his surprisingly large organ, ball's deep into the wolverine's ass! Normans lean powerful body shuddered in pleasure, as the coons big cock battered his pleasure gland! And stunningly he found himself enjoying being the fuck boi! The little raccoon groaned as be battered the Normans round muscular ass cheeks.
‘AMMMMMMMM...' The big gray machine moaned, as it devoured more and more of his once proud male hood. Norman blushed hard, trying to resist the raccoon. But failing miserably, watching as the inches of his precious flesh disappeared. He moaned in pain as he lost the virginity of his tail hole. Knowing as well, the pains of losing his only way of being the dominant male. He couldn't imagine himself with nothing to fill his boxers anymore! Soon the label "Bad boy" wouldn't apply to him. He howled out, as the machine began to gnaw and tear through his balls, ending his family line! "You're not going to be raping anyone now!" He groaned gesturing down towards the wolverine's crotch, which was almost flat against the shredders blades now!
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The wolverine lay over the hard plastic top of the shredder dizzy and feeling weak. He wasn't sure when it stopped, but the big machine wasn't vibrating now. And the body he'd felt behind him didn't seem to be there either, glancing over his shoulder. Norman saw only the small empty copy room, the copier was silence as well... the low paper light flashing. Had it all been a dream, sliding to his feet he stepped back, and gagged in horror. His young crotch a bloody gaping wound, while his once powerful male organs were gone!
"Mother fuckerrrr!!!" The Wolverine slurred, almost losing consciousness. Norman panicked and staggered across the room and up the stairs. Father Murphy and Brother Inuki were coming down the hall! The big Lion seemingly unsurprised by the sight of him. Oddly the Raccoon looked both shocked and fearful! The two dragged the underwear clad Norman to the infirmary. The Wolverine whimpered about the loss of his precious nine inches. When they got there Father Murphy, he asked Brother Inuki to go tell the boy's teacher there had been an accident with his student. Brother Inuki turned and smirked slyly, trying to hide the boner in his pants. ‘Yes, it was time to take care of the wolf.'
Fin