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Meeper’s Public Correction

Caught slacking on duty? You’re lucky if the chieftain doesn’t exile you… Or not

It was to be one of the calmest nights of the year. Full moon, not a hint of storm, no troubling reports about the other tribes coming from the hinterlands.

Even the Beasts had migrated further south for the season, removing any potential danger. No trouble, nothing to hinder any braves, as they were all celebrating the full moon.

Well. Some were supposed to stay on vigil duty and to do rounds during their watch.

Yet.

Garras kicked the thin snow layer, admiring that without a hint of snowfall, there were no footprints around. Nothing to show someone had left their guard post, even when he left the party after a few hours.

“Who’s slacking is about to get a beating,” huffed the hulking Bear, scratching behind his ear to readjust his black eye-patch. “Ruining my sobering walk.”

He walked, his naked feet producing a crunchy sound while he rolled his shoulders, ready to beat whoever was taking a nap during their duty.

But...

A moan.

Garras’s ears straightened as he looked at the guard post and the light inside. He observed the tiny wooden structure, hearing faint moans coming from it. But not only; the sound of skin being stroked, the suction of the flesh closing on something.

And then… The Chieftain approached, one hand on his belt as he knew who’d been slacking now. And his grin was carnivorous as he approached the door and saw it.

Too stupid to care, too unfocused to hear the arrival… And too much of a whore to even work diligently, Meeper was again slacking.

The black and white wolf moaned, his mohawk damp and drooping above his left ear even as he kept throwing his head back. All for a stupid reason Garras watched with a hint of disdain.

As typical, Meeper had pulled out his ‘pride’. Everyone and their mothers knew about the Wolf’s endowment, about his cock that was long enough to reach his pecs, or about his extremely low-hanging nuts that would be dragging on the floor if he wasn’t carrying them in a pouch.

But even though the red-haired Wolf acted like it was the best thing to grace the Motherland, Garras saw it with disdain. That thing was too big, too ugly, too useless. Even those testicles were wasted on the lustful Wolf, too busy stroking his pride and himself at the same time.

This time? It was the worst as Meeper was using urethral beads while stroking his junk, speaking about fucking his future wife silly.

Garras huffed.

“Oh, yeah… That’s… …” Meeper moaned and began, before he stopped. His face tensed. His fingers stopped pulling on his long, white foreskin, covering once more that bulbous purple urethra. Well, up to that urethra that was gaping obscenely with precum dripping from it, the underside bulging from the walnut-sized beads inserted within.

Only then did Meeper open one eye and look at Garras at the entrance, at the hulking Bear that snarled and huffed.

“Hey… Boss?”

“Hey, Meeper. I might have imagined something, but wouldn’t you be on watch duty?”

“Oh… uh. The coast is clear, sir? I’ve seen nothing during my watch?” said Meeper, his voice trembling as he watched Garras approach.

The Bear’s steps were heavier. And heavier they were when he stomped on… Meeper’s scrotum. Not on those vascular-heavy nuts, on those swollen orbs that looked like watermelons. No… On the cords joining them, on the thick tubes that were throbbing every so often and carrying everything those heavy testes needed to thrive.

He stomped on the tubes, crushing them both at the same time while Meeper’s face twisted and turned into chagrin. He yowled, his ears low while his cock bobbed up and down, free from his grip.

“Now, tell what you saw if you never left the cabin, Meeper. Or maybe you were too busy watching… Your worthless Cock? Maybe your ‘nothing’?”

“N-No, sir,” groaned Meeper, his teeth grinding, and his eyelids closing tightly.

More tightly as Garras’ naked feet slipped on the tubes, following them to the orbs, and, in doing so, he pulled on the scrotum. He tightened it around the nuts, pushed those enormous orbs further from Meeper’s groin until they were a good foot apart from Meeper’s abdomen.

Each inch was a huff from Meeper, a whine, a silent plea about his nuts he was so proud of. Nuts Garras was slowly strangling, feeling the tubes thickening under his soles while he approached those epididymides. He could almost feel them throb before he leaned down and lifted his foot just so he could hold Meeper’s balls in one hand.

“Pl-Please. S-Stop,” moaned the Wolf, finally opening his eye and offering a hint of fight back. “I was-“

“You were slacking because you thought it’d be a calm night? Because nobody would dare to attack us at that time? Because you were too horny and thought with those?” asked Garras, shaking Meeper’s nuts and feeling how those gonads were churning with fluids… And yet, how fragile they were, how the epididymides smacked against his knuckles every so often.

A smack that made Meeper’s body tremble, and his breathing skip a beat.

“You were too busy handling your pride, is that it, Meeper? Nod if you want to say yes.”

Meeper whined, his ears low. But worse was how his cock, despite the brutal manhandling of his testicles, was hard. No, dripping on the floor and adding up to the puddle, Garras noticed. A white puddle, indicating it wasn’t the first time Meeper had been draining his ‘soldier’ instead of working.

Finally, the Wolf nodded, his fingers still digging into his massive cock.

“You know I’ve killed for less than that, Meeper.”

The Wolf nodded again, now hiccupping and whining loudly. And even louder as Garras reinforced his grip on the tubes, feeling the pressure and the blood accumulating inside… As well as the tremors whenever he pinched the nerves.

“P-Please,” cried Meeper, though his voice made it almost sound like a moan.

And then, Garras huffed, beginning to smack Meeper’s nuts against his open palm, thoughtful. A thoughtful movement completed by the Wolf’s huffs.

“Well. You’re lucky I appreciate your kin despite how worthless you are,” said Garras, then shaking those nuts towards Meeper. “Too bad for you. I dislike how cocky you are. So we’ll fix that attitude of yours.”

“Fi-Fix?!” cried Meeper, before he roared, cried, and teared up when Garras threw his testicles down. He threw them with enough force that those nuts had lost their oblong shapes for a second. Like beanbags, they sure readjusted. But Meeper’s ballsack throbbed and hurt while Garras approached. He pulled on his belt, undid it. He let it drop, same for his loincloth.

In that moment, Meeper faced Garras’ pride.

Of course, the Bear’s erection wasn’t as big or lengthy as Meeper’s. But it was definitely a mast that made many females walk funny. A cock uncut with a darker cocktip. A cocktip Garras exposed as he grabbed the tip and yanked on the foreskin slightly.

Just a hook to expose the mushroom-shaped end… While pointing it at Meeper’s urethra. At the badly plugged hole, dripping with a whitish precum. Much to Garras’ disdain.

“You’ve got quite the collection of toys to play with your cock,” said the Bear, hooking his digit on the end of the urethral beads to pull them out. Not slowly, not carefully. No, he ripped the urethral beads out with violence and brutality.

But he wasn’t talking about the now-soiled beads he held and threw aside. No, Garras eyed the weights Meeper had brought, the dildos, the oils, and all the trinkets the Wolf might have gotten from trading with the merchants.

Garras smiled before looking at Meeper’s red cocktip, at the gaping urethra… At the enormous orifice that might have looked like a cunt. A usage more adequate than what Meeper did with it.

“Cock. Hold it up,” said Garras, snapping his fingers.

“P-Please. Do-don’t be too hard,” pathetically moaned Meeper. But he held up his cock, his cock that was still hard, dripping, and throbbing.

“Too hard? Tsh. I plan to make it so you can’t be hard anymore, idiot,” said Garras as he relaxed his shoulder… Sighed. And pressed his cocktip against Meeper’s gaping urethra.

At the same time, steam emanated from the cock.

Steam and the pungent smell of urine as Garras relaxed his bladder, feeling all that ale going down the drain.

“But I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to take a leak inside your cock,” groaned the Bear, throwing his head back while he listened to the gasp and the gargling sounds coming from the Wolf. Sure, he would now experience the interior of his urethra being on fire, the lining blasted away by the raw and steamy-hot piss that descended the tube right to the prostate…

“Ah. That’s good,” said Garras, watching and even poking at Meeper’s bulging urethra while gravity was doing its work and pushing against… The Wolf’s bladder.

Meeper’s ears dropped, and his body quivered, but there was no way he could offer any resistance when Garras’s urine kept flowing and pushing against the tunnels. They bulged, but the liquid slowly accumulated and pressed down on the sphincter, prying it open ever so slightly. But in such a steady way, the twin muscles were forced to open.

And so, the Wolf’s eyes opened wide as he gulped and gargled, unable to resist while that liquid was finally descending Meeper’s impressive length… And bloated his groin.

“It’s… It’s hot,” moaned Meeper, his voice deep and trembling.

“Aren’t you a freak? Getting off from this?” asked Garras, shaking the last few golden beads off his shaft. Just a few droplets and he was off, watching Meeper’s bulging cock… That length that continued to bop around with each throb. And that urethra gaping and steamy.

“It… Burns. But good,” moaned Meeper, his eyes half-closed while Garras stepped around, thoughtful. He’d noticed the pile of toys, but as he watched them, his mind raced.

Then, he returned to Meeper’s shaft, to that tool that was why Meeper was such a slut. Then… he looked at that pile of toys. Then, again, to Meeper’s low-hanging testicles.

The Wolf couldn’t notice it, but the Bear’s grin grew each time as he pulled on a few toys before he dropped them on the floor, right on Meeper’s testicles.

Beads, dildos, weights. They landed on the bag-like nuts, bounced off them while the Wolf howled, cried, teared up, and yet bit his lips like a slut.

A desperate slut who didn’t need to be hard or to stroke himself, no. He needed to be… broken.

“Si-Sir. Can- Can I have ano- What are you doing?” asked Meeper, eyeing Garras approaching with a few dildos in his arms. Dildos that were way too short compared to Meeper’s cock, but large enough for a purpose the Bear had as he flashed his teeth.

“I’ll make an example out of you, Meeper,” said the Bear as he pushed the first dildo through the urethra.

In that instant, Meeper’s mouth opened in a wide O, and his eyes looked up.

His pitiful cock throbbed and bulged, almost smacking against Garras’s legs. But the Bear wasn’t done as he pressed another cocktip against the entrance and… Shoved it inside.

Meeper’s moan grew, and more so when there was a third dildo. But as the fourth was shoved, his expression shifted.

He huffed. And then he gasped when the fifth was inside.

Meanwhile, Garras watched as all those dildos were pushed down on all the piss still inside the tunnel, and now, he was shoving it inside the Wolf’s bladder that was definitely bloated and bulging. More with each toy…

More until it pressed against the base of Meeper’s stuffed cock while the Wolf squirmed.

“S-Stop, Sir. It’s… It’s too much!”

“What? You’d think that was a play between us? That I was pissing down your cock or stuffing it to reward you for being a slut?” huffed Garras.

Garras huffed more when Meeper shamelessly nodded, making the Bear’s temper flare as he pushed the last toy he had in his arm, a wide-end buttplug he stuffed inside the urethra.

And that orifice, despite how big and stretchy it was, was definitely tight around the plug. Tighter around the apex of the girth… Before the base slammed against the meatus, leaving the cock plugged with only a dark blotch in the guise of a urethra.

Meeper? He still squirmed and huffed like an animal, his toes twitching while stuck between the pleasure of having his cock stuffed and the pain of his bladder bulging and hurting.

“Please… I- I need it out. I need to piss, Sir,” moaned Meeper, his steamy mouth wide open.

“And get any relief while your fellows endured the cold? You already had enough pleasure for the night,” said Garras as he planted his heel into the cords, sending the Wolf yowling, tensing, and almost falling onto his side. “But I got something more for you. On your knees.”

Meeper’s glare was obvious, though it took him a minute or two to recover from the hit. And… The Wolf straightened and sat on his knees, driven by Garras’s heel shifting and squeezing on his tubes, on the base of the epididymides he could almost feel under his toes.

It’d be so easy to break them, to crush them… But Garras had another idea as he pointed at the weight that had bounced off the Wolf’s nuts. A whole series of weights, of bands, the Bastard might have enjoyed wearing if he got off from pain so much.

A pain Garras was feeling like offering as he pointed at the rings: “Put them on.”

“Put… Them on? The… Rings?” asked Meeper, surprised.

He gulped. Worse, he squirmed again while his cock throbbed between his pectorals, as a reminder of what Garras wanted to see gone. Moreover, as Garras pointed to the weights and continued squeezing those tubes, he gave those epididymides a feel.

“Put them on. Or I’ll use my foot to crush your nuts, one by one,” said Garras, though the threat made his own cock… Throb from excitation.

Maybe it would be quite easy to crush them one by one, to feel them pop under his heel. To… Feel the organ give up under enough force. But there was also something else as he watched Meeper’s ears drop and the Wolf grabbing the rings one by one to put them on… Starting closer to his groin.

He unlocked them, then slipped them on before closing them. One by one, each time dropping a thunderous clank before moving on to the next. Each time, Garras’s satisfaction grew, and his own blood rushed down his cock.

Of course, he could see Meeper’s grin or how he was eager to get his dick wet.

The innuendo coming from Meeper was… Out of line for the Bear as he pressed his heel further into the tube. The Wolf whined before Garras clicked his tongue.

Steadily, those rings were fitted, and when it was over, Meeper’s fingers were reaching for the ground, searching for another and finding none. The dozen rings were attached to his balls. Same for the weights attached to the rings themselves. It all formed a tangle between Garras and Meeper before the Bear lifted his foot and planted it on the firm ground.

“On your feet.”

Meeper did as asked, though gulping and yet excited. And needy. And squirming. He was everything at once, except that… Afraid. Afraid for his pathetic cock or for his pride, he was so happy to show off. He’d humiliated many a fighter or merchant with his bets, hiding his goods and showing them off with that stupid smirk.

A smirk Garras wanted to erase as he stepped aside and raised his hand towards the door.

“Step out.”

“But-“

“Step out.” Garras’s tone didn’t imply Meeper could reply.

Hence, the Wolf took one step. He eyed his testicles and the many weights attached to them.

“Step out, I said,” continued Garras, unwavering.

“But… The weights. Can I carry my… Nutsack?”

“No. And the weights stay,” grunted the Bear, snapping his finger. “Out.”

Garras remained still, and Meeper took one step. Then another. The rings were clinging as they rubbed across the floor, much like Meeper’s beanbags in guise of balls.

They dragged on the floor, but as the rings were sliding along the scrotum, they ended up locked and tied together by the sizable testicles.

For one, Meeper’s pride was working against him, and what used to be a cautious walk became a trudging progress, with whines and gasps from Meeper as his testicles were… Squeezed.

In that situation, all the weight pressed on his epididymides. The tubes beneath the skin were bloated, revealing the wrinkles beneath the white fur. But it was better to see how, as the rings tied and tangled, they steadily squeezed the nuts.

The bloodflow, the nerve endings that tied those precious jewels to Meeper.

And Meeper moaned, his voice low while his cocktip continued to throb against his pecs.

The skin tightened around the orbs, and their vascularities became visible again. So was the separation between the gonads and the tender flesh tubes that were crushed under the weight. Garras smiled; he even licked his chops, watching those orbs. They looked so bloated inside that ballsack, while Meeper carried and dragged them until they were in the snow.

“It’s… I’m out. Can- Can I remove them? Please,” moaned the Wolf, pathetic and yet excited. He desired more from this situation?

“No,” replied Garras, laughing. “No. We won’t remove them until tomorrow morning. Now… We’ll be doing rounds together.”

“Rounds… Together? But- The celebration and-“

“I don’t care about the celebration,” replied the Bear, waving his hand. “However, I want to offer my people a gift. Two… Swollen purple berries to abuse.”

Meeper gulped.

For a moment, Garras expected the Wolf to turn his eyes away. He had the opportunity to leave and accept exile. The cold expanses were dangerous, but not for a good fighter.

But no, Meeper eyed Garras. Eyed the Bear’s half-chub, and then he nodded.

If his cock weren’t plugged, he’d be leaking or cumming his brain out.

“I knew you’d love this,” said Garras.

Garras loved it as he led the way, taking the opportunity to force the naked Meeper to walk on the snowed-up field, leaving behind a long trail leading to the Wolf with the snow-crusted weights attached to his genitals.

Oh, at first, Meeper had shivered and quivered. He’d been begging for it to stop when the frostbite and the strangulation gnawed at his pride. Even his cocktip was more purple than it ought to be.

Yet, Garras cared little; whenever Meeper flagged down, the Bear stepped on his nuts.

The show certainly acquired the curiosity of the other Warriors, or anyone on duty. Even the villagers, those who were leaving their houses during the celebration for a nightly stroll or a leak, beheld the whining, erect Wolf drag his balls in the snow.

Through rubbing his fur against the snow, Meeper’s fur stuck to his pink skin, revealing the healthy flesh beneath. Healthy, but not as the rounds continued.

Garras took the cold with ease; his body well-trained and enduring.

Meeper took it better than expected; his fur covering his dry muscles.

But Meeper’s balls?

Garras lovely called them berries as they turned redder, especially after each round when he poked them around himself. They were inflamed, painful to the touch, and whenever he squeezed them, he could feel the heat inside them.

The Wolf whined at the rough handling, of course. And he did when the other guards on duty joined in stomping on Meeper’s ballsack while Garras took short breaks to sip fire-wine.

But the best happened as the inflammation seemed to recede, and so those nuts were taking on a more purple color.

They were less sensitive, too. They were growing numb and colder, much to Garras' delight as he examined them. As he squeezed them, lifted them, and spanked them before his guards.

“Isn’t it too excessive, sir?”

“Not at all. A slut deserves to be punished,” replied Garras, delivering a few smacks on Meeper’s orbs in front of the Wolf. Wolf who… Bit his lips and looked away, blushing.

It was something else for the old Bear as he admired those organs dying before his eyes. Even if those nuts were to recover, thanks to a healer or any elixir, he wanted… To hurt them. And that’s what Garras wanted to see.

What Garras desired to bring about as he snapped his fingers at Meeper and pointed at the center of the village.

Dawn was coming, and the village was stirring. For the few awake or witnesses, they came outside to admire the procession. Those who’d been soundly asleep woke up to see Garras following Meeper, who dragged his balls to the central place of the village.

Moreover, the Wolf yelped whenever the Bear gave his swollen purple ‘berries’ a hefty kick to help him walk up to the central stage.

“What’s happening, Chief Garras?” asked a lumberjack.

“It’s again, Meeper, what has he done?”

“Fucking manslut. He and his cock.”

The central place was crowded, with the half-awake crowd asking questions until Garras raised one hand to silence them all. He turned to Meeper to instruct him to place his hands behind his neck while spreading those legs.

“Last night, I found one of our guards slacking on their duties,” said the Bear, eliciting a few gasps from the crowd. “But I decided to be magnanimous. We do not allow slackers among us. Hence… We will not allow the son of slackers.”

The crowd spoke among themselves, while Meeper was looking around, nervous. And yet, throbbing whenever someone commented about his erect cock exposed and plugged. Or his swollen nutsack, looking cold and almost dead on the stage.

He was trembling, but his tail… Oh, his tail wagged behind him.

Something Garras noticed as he smiled, too. And his erection was coming forth.

“Since Meeper is so proud of his balls and cock, I have decided to take them away. Eshan, your hammer,” said Garras, pointing at the Mountain Lion blacksmith, who handed Garras his hammer. Then, the Bear grabbed the base of the plug stuffed inside Meeper’s urethra and pulled.

He pulled, yanked, almost ripped the plug apart, and narrowly yanked on the urethra itself… Before the plug was out, and so… Meeper moaned.

The Wolf then cried when his bulging bladder was forcefully squeezed by Garras, smacking it with his palm. He cried, howled as one dildo was pushed out of his urethra, pushed by the flow of piss inside. Then, there was another dildo… And another while tiny jets of piss sprayed around.

But those dildos were moving faster and faster… Until the last dildo inside Meeper’s gaping urethra slipped out of the gaping orifice and landed on the ground, near the testicles… Before came forth the jet of dark-yellow piss landing on Meeper’s organ, on his purple jewels, drenching the fur with it.

Meeper’s eyes widened, and his face broke in pleasure as he cried, as his bladder was crushed.

“As you can see. That man is a shameless slut. He is pissing on his pride like a whore because he is one. His undeserving cock is nothing more than a pisshole or… Something to fuck,” huffed Garras before turning to a younger Bear fellow. “Raid Meeper’s house and take every toy you find in his house.”

“Every toy?”

“Every toy. Even if you must make a pile out of them,” said Garras, his last eye focused on the Bear who gulped and ran away alongside two more guards.

Meanwhile, Garras was hard. Excited. His cock dripped as he watched Meeper’s pissgasm stop. As the shakings and quivering from the Wolf stopped before Garras forced him to sit on his knees. In his own puddle of piss with his knees resting right on the cold rings and weights, adding more to the bruised epididymides.

And through Garras’ silent order, a guard came to tie Meeper’s arms behind him.

The crowd watched, curious and impressed. And titillated as they observed Meeper’s cock throb despite their constant whispers. They, too, had a disdain for the disrespectful erection, for that slutty behavior. And for those useless, dying balls.

“My good people. Today. I offer you to punish the slacker and crush his berries. Meeper has often humiliated you. For each slight, you can take a swing of the hammer.”

Meeper’s eyes opened wide, and his mouth was about to open. But Garras’ grip on the muzzle was like steel. Strong as he whispered to the Wolf: “I will ruin your balls, and it will be your cock’s turn.”

Despite Meeper trying to escape Garras’s grasp, his erection throbbed harder. No, a watery shot of precum landed on those purple testicles.

“I will begin. The first slight was… Meeper slacking instead of following my orders!” shouted Garras, lifting the hammer. And taking a swing at those testicles, feeling how the tender flesh was crushed under the hit.

Meeper's high-pitched howl was muffled, but so audible. So tempting for Garras, as he could feel the poor Wolf trembling. As he saw him crying… And saw how his pathetic, worthless cock was shooting at the pain from being castrated in public. That pathetic cock was hard like never before, it seemed.

Then, Garras dropped the hammer in the puddle: “Who wants to take a swing?”

First came a fisherman, a poor man with a tiny dick who’d been the target of most the jokes from Meeper. He grabbed the hammer and roared, ‘I don’t have a tiny dick’ as he hit Meeper’s right testicle square. A clean hit that made the Wolf lose his composure and roll his eyes.

Then came a merchant, another guy who’d lost his girl’s virginity from a bet.

Another hit. Another swing. Another time with the hammer, smashing and reducing to pulp what was Meeper’s pride and joy.

Garras watched with excitement, his own cock and groin about to burst while observing Meeper’s purple berries being crushed and flattened, corner by corner. And of course, seeing how that useless cock was continuously shooting precum on the testicles. And… Cum.

Meeper was cumming, but the shots were watery… Akin to a glazing on those testicles as another poor man hit the left epididymis, turning the wrinkled flesh into a work of art.

Garras never thought he’d be so excited, but he was, admiring it and listening to the symphony of Meeper’s moans and whines.

He almost missed the Guards coming back, dragging along so many toys: so many dildos, so many urethral beads, so many plugs, so many phallic shapes.

“Aren’t you a pervert, Meeper?” asked Garras as he grabbed one dildo from the pile.

Meanwhile, he heard the crunch of the organs giving out entirely and becoming a fine pulp in that purple scrotum. But Meeper’s smile and satisfied attitude remained.

So it remained, as Garras merely dropped a toy into that gaping, shooting urethra.

“You kept saying you are a proud male… But here you are, enjoying as you are losing your balls to the cold and their anger. But you’re a slut.”

Garras spoke directly to the Wolf’s ear, biting and nibbling it as he felt his own groin about to explode. About to burst as he slipped another toy inside, another dildo.

In between, there was the hit of that hammer smacking those jewels, finishing all the little bumps that might have remained from the flattened ballsack.

And Meeper continued to smile and smile, ignoring as his urethra bulged through from all the dildos stuffed inside… Right until they stuck out from the hole.

“I know you can have your nuts healed. I know it happened before. But… I will make sure we will crush them again, Meeper.”

Garras’ voice was low and sultry, and excited as he used a massive plug to press on the entrance, to shove the dildos deeper. Deeper until the cum couldn’t pass. Until Meeper’s own groin bulged from within due to the small toys having nowhere to go but further inside.

Inside his bladder, inside his prostate, inside his seminal vesicles that would be crushed from within.

The cock itself looked like a stuffed pastry. Ruined, useless. And perfectly adequate to a pathetic slut like the Wolf.

Garras watched that urethra being so wide, he could easily fit his arm inside… And… He felt the pleasure as he shoved another dildo inside. He felt the release as he shot… And watched that cock being ruined. It would be impossible for Meeper to fuck anyone with it.

“When you’ll have them healed again… Come back to me. I’ll neuter you until you get sick of it… And do it again,” whispered Garras, listening to the last swing.

With it, nothing alive would remain of Meeper’s testicles. Nothing except a flattened purple sack to drag around.

And here came the last hit. The last shot from the nodding and ecstatic Meeper.

“Again… Boss.”