DAS UBER MAGNET

 Some more shenanigans happenign at Phatbuldge University! Silly and casual destruction of gonads!

Bran

The air in the cluttered dorm room hummed with electric anticipation, thick with the scent of solder and male musk. Mac, a lithe otter whose nimble fingers were more accustomed to the delicate dance of circuitry than the roughhousing of his burlier peers, hunched intently over his creation. The UBER MAGNET. A gong-shaped metal shield, connected to a sturdy titanium frame, and tangled up in a mass of coiled wires and metallic innards, lay on the table in front of him. Mac's entire thesis was riding on getting this mass of scrambled technology to work, and he was so close. A machine that could harness, and focus, a potentially infinite amount of magnetic energy, simply by passing an electrical current through a quantum dimensional stabilizer. It could change the future of civilization! But first, he had to prove it. 

"Mac, you seriously gotta see these numbers," Bran boasted. The bull was standing in the next room over, grinning dopily as he tapped at something on his phone screen. He was as tall as Mac was short, as beefy as the otter was slender, and as confident as the nerd was introverted. His voice rumbled in a pleasant, soothing way, the kind of voice that Mac could fall asleep listening to reading a dry, technical science article. But Bran didn't like to read. He liked to lift weights and flex in front of the mirror. "This old fag just keeps tipping me, for every video I've posted!" 

Bran tossed the phone onto the couch, his eyes wide and glittering with excitement. "Can you believe it? Dudes are sending me money, just to get a peek at my goods." The bull was naked, like he always was in the dorm, and he gave his thick hose a rough stroke. His hand slid further down, and he grabbed the side of one of those big balls that bulls are so notorious for. "Oh, man, he's gonna tip so much when he sees what I'm doing next."

"Uh huh," Mac muttered, only half listening. His focus was almost entirely on the wiring that was snaking through his fingers, cords and cables that had to be attached not just to the right spot, but the right time, since the quantum entanglement had to be activated in the right sequence to begin to draw metaphasic energy from adjoining realities. He hoped. He had to get this right. It was his last chance to get the scholarship he needed to keep his enrollment here at Phatbulginton University active. Nothing, not even Bran jacking off a couple feet away from him, could derail Mac's concentration.

"Seriously," Bran said, as he peeled some plastic packaging open, revealing a solid, narrow iron cuff, about four inches long and three wide. "I'm going to be rolling in it. Last week I only had two subscribers, this week I have five." Bran leaned back against the door frame, legs spread wide as he began to manhandle his left nut down through the cuff. The bulky oblong egg barely fit, but Bran was eagerly pushing his junk down through it regardless. "Math dictates that by next week, I'm gonna have fifty. Then, a thousand. Then, I get to retire, and jack off for a living."

The bull curled a bicep and gave it a smooch, grinning widely before resuming stuffing his other nut down into the metal cuff. Mac reached up with the soldering gun, carefully aligning a single drop of silver onto the bared metal wire. "That's great. I'm gonna get my scholarship, and you're gonna get a bunch of old dudes jacking off to your pics. Life really is magical sometimes."

"Mac, are you even paying attention?" Bran stepped closer. The cuff choked around his scrotum, his balls bulging out underneath, dangling an inch or so lower than they normally did as they were forced away from his groin. The bull reached up, squeezing his pecs, drumming his knuckles along the thick solid slabs that he had spent years carefully cultivating. "Look at me, bro, I'm stacked. I got the muscles, I got the rizz. As soon as I go viral, that's it! You'll never see me again. You should be enjoying every second that I'm blessing you with all this free product!"

"Not now, Bran, I'm really close to being finished, and then I'll... I'll help you hack the algorithm, to get you showing up in more feeds," Mac said. 

"Naw, man, that's not good enough," the bull said, grinning. His fingers had rested on his nipples, and he gently kneaded them, enjoying the feel of the silver spikes that pierced each, the rounded discs that framed and gently pinched each of his areolas to help them puff out even more. "I need you to give me a kiss, right now."

"You're straight, Bran," Mac reminded him, as he gently adjusted the positioning of the fractionation crystal in the heart of the machine. 

"Not on my lips, idiot," Bran snorted. The piercings in his nipple felt good, like it was tingling, or buzzing somehow. It made his nips hard. He could feel it in his Prince Albert, too. He reached down, wrapping his hand around the base of his thick, bulky brown cock, and lazily pulled back the foreskin. While the rest of his dick was a dusky brown, a handsome vein bulging and snaking up over the top of it, the glans itself was the color of fine wine. Red and dark, with a delicious bulge to it, the subtle, beautiful bell shape was, in Mac's opinion, marred by the thick silver ring that pierced through the bull's piss slit and came out just behind the frenum. The intrusion made his cock head look even plumper, bulging around its bulk and inviting fingers and tongues to try to dig in around the gleaming flesh. "I want you to kiss this."

"In a bit, Bran," Mac tried to say, but Bran slapped his dick into his own palm. The bull was getting restless, the peculiar tingling, humming, vibrating sensation getting more intense. He could even feel it in his balls. Behind him, his phone screen distorted, pixels flaring blue and red in rippling waves as unseen energies began to coalesce in the room around them. Mac's bones tickled with irritation, like a fly buzzing around his head. 

"Turn your head, and suck my cock. It's the only freebie you're gonna get," Bran said, grinning widely, and something in Mac's head switched. Well, more precisely, the tiny little circuit gate that he was adjusting switched, a touch of the screwdriver flicking it into the active position. The inside of the compartment and its casing began to glow, wires tingling and sparkling as the Uber Magnet whirred up to its strongest, most devastating power. 

Bran's breath hitched as he felt his body seized, being pulled at by his nips and cock. It wasn't a slow build up; it felt immediately as though fingers were grasping and pulling hard on both of his nips at once. The rounded, gong-like drum of Mac's stupid science experiment had darkened, the center of it nearly completely black, like a hole, and white fangs of some strange force shimmered around the edge. Bran tried to step back, but he couldn't.

His dick jutted straight towards the gong, the flesh of it looking strained and taut, even though Bran was, at most, half chubbed. His nuts swung up underneath it, the twin eggs already aching as the cuff pushed down on them, forcing them low and stretching into the bottom of his scrotum. Bran had about three seconds to get out of the way of the magnetic field that was consolidating around him, but instead of doing that, he opened his mouth. 

"Dude, get a pic of this for my OnlyFurs!" 

Then it started to hurt, as it finally came online. Nipples that were being playfully pulled and stretched were suddenly being yanked. Mac had pulled his head from inside the machine, smelling the sharp crackle of ozone. He realized what had happened. Mac's project, the future he had put all of his effort into for years, had come alive, and in its pangs of birth, it demanded a sacrifice. The bull's perfect endowments, coveted and revered as they were the cost that must be paid. He watched, transfixed, as his dreams devoured the dreams of the bull. 

The raw power of attraction was untamed, and unforgiving, as the bull's left nipple finally yielded, ripping down the middle as the barbell and ring finally pulled free. Mac heard the twang of metal cracking hard against metal, just before he felt a spritz of blood across his muzzle. 

"Turn it off!" Bran bellowed, his hooves struggling for purchase, his cock and balls drawing him towards the ominous dark hole of the Uber Magnet. Paperclips whizzed past him from the living room behind him, and a fork banged against his elbow, making a sound similar to a tuning fork before slapping up against the magnet. 

The steak knife's trajectory was decidedly more painful. Drawn from the same plate as the fork, it launched through the air like a missile with a singular target. The tip of the sharp blade flew between the bull's thighs, narrowly missing the femoral arteries, before the tip clinked against the very edge of the rounded cuff. The knife could slide downwards, along the underside of the cuff, or upwards. It slid upwards. The tip sank through the stretched neck of the scrotum, the blade rattling against the edge of the cuff as it was sucked with electromagnetic yanktion through the bull's scrotum. The two testicles were pressed firmly together as the cuff tried to pull down the length of the scrotum, so there was no room for the blade to slide between them. Instead, it sank into the left one, the blade plunging effortlessly into the compressed meat of the bull's nut. It embedded itself completely into the testicle, the tip punching through the scrotum on the far side, the magnet pulling the blade ever deeper. 

The thick wooden handle followed behind, coring out a fat chunk of meat from the nut and bulldozing it in a gorey explosion of chunks out the hole the knife had made. A wet splatter of steaming bull nut gut splashed across the floor and Mac's lap, as the knife TWANGed against the magnet. 

Bran couldn't even think of how to scream, as he stared at his deflated left nut. There were no words in his head, only shock, as the Prince Albert in his glans betrayed him as well. The flesh of his beautiful cockhead had been deformed, the tension of the tautness of the pulling jewelry felt deep in the bull's groin. There was a sharp tearing sound, like fabric being ripped, and then the last third of his dick was just gone, in a wet pop of red blood and missing flesh. PANG!

Bran grasped out, his chest heaving forward, and perhaps it was that slight change of positioning that caused the other piercing to pull free. The first one had torn through the nipple from underneath, but the second came off like pepperoni from a slice of pizza. The broad pectoral tensed, as if Bran could keep himself intact by flexing sexily enough, but it did not help. A ripping, burning sensation, and his entire areola was ripped free, the piercing thunking hard against the magnet with the rest of his piercings and the blood steak knife. 

Bran sobbed, but the magnet wasn't done yet. Mac stared at the bull's scrotum, the heavy ovoid eggs inside slowly shifting as they were crushed down into the narrow inner opening of the cuff that Bran had planned to weigh them down with. They were indeed stretched, a full foot away from his body, and Mac was amazed as the force of the magnet, his magnet, forced both balls through the tube. They could not go through together, and despite the left testicle already being maimed, even partially emptied, as it was forced to go through with the right, its bulk was enough to cause a catastrophic collapse of the right's structural integrity. 

The contents jetted forth from the gash in the bull's scrotum that had been made by the traitorous steak knife, painting the air with their essence, and marking the territory of their demise. The wet, whoopie-cushion-esque farting sound of two testicles violently purging their innards onto the dorm room floor finally startled Mac into reacting. The metal cuff hit the magnet with a WHUNK sound, and Mac hurriedly flipped the switch, powering down the magnet.

Bran swayed, staring down at the wounds on his chest. One nipple completely gone, the other maimed beyond recognition. The world spun chaotically, as he stumbled backwards, his brawny legs weakening with the realization of what had happened to him. His massive frame crumpled like a marionette bereft of strings, collapsing into unconsciousness.

"Bran, I'm so sorry!" he stammered, as he checked out his machine to make sure it was not damaged. Shards of masculinity, stripped bare and pulverized, adorned the magnet in a grotesque mosaic, dangling from the bits of metal that had been culled from Bran's body. Mac's scientific heart thrummed with victory; his project worked, it had exceeded all his expectations... But at what cost? "It shouldn't have turned on... it's not even plugged in yet!"

As the magnet finally powered down, the metal dewdads fell away. Mac impulsively reached out, clasping the Prince Albert as it dropped in front of him. Not all of the bull's cockhead had been torn free, but enough of it had for Mac to recognize that the entire frenum had been ripped loose, the soft wrinkled skin stretched and torn against his finger tips. It made his dick throb.

The cessation of chaos gave way to a silence punctuated only by the ticking of cooling metal and the shallow breaths of the unconscious bull on the floor. Mac's heart hammered a rhythm of both dread and awe as his gaze traveled from Bran's prone form to the ceramic knife resting atop his cluttered desk. It was an instrument of precision, its edge honed to a molecular sharpness. His fingers curled around the knife's handle, the cool touch of the ceramic grounding some fevered part of him. It felt so good, so right in his hand. The bit of Bran's cock head in his other hand fell to the ground, as he knelt next to the former stud. He lifted up the soft, squishy bag, finding only pulverized gruel inside. Slime oozed out of the ruptured hole, the last possible remnants of the steer's future generations, converted into meat paste. Mac shivered, and let the loose, empty scrotum drop down between Bran's thighs. The bull's cock, stretched longer than it had ever been, remained thick and drooped. Perhaps some tissues had torn loose inside, keeping it from being able to retract, but it looked massive, even in defeat.

Mac tried to convince himself he had a good scientific reason for cutting that big honking dick off, but deep down, he knew it was purely for himself.  The blade slipped beneath the tattered remnants of Bran's scrotum, severing sinew and skin with clinical efficiency as he dragged it up and through the flesh. The scrotum slithered down to the ground between his legs, but that dick came free in his hand, warm and soft and fudgy. Mac held it up, feeling a surge of power coursing through him, like a switch inside him that had been activated for the first time. He needed more. He looked over to the magnet, his mind distantly scrolling through all of the men he could use it on, next. It locked onto Zeke's, immediately. He would be next. 

Zeke

Mac's heart thrummed in his chest as he quietly slipped through the double doors of Phatbulgington University's gymnasium. The weight of Bran's severed member, still warm in his memory but packed in ice in the backpack slung over his shoulders, had sparked a hunger for more, a craving for vengeance and the chance to take the superiority from the one who was most adamant about his own.

In his hands he held the compact, sleek case of the Uber Magnet, about the size of a mailbox but with that same gong-shaped disk affixed to the front. Mac's eyes scanned the room with precision, darting past the lockers and benches until they landed on the musky room's sole occupant:  Zeke. The well-hung wolf bully, oblivious to the otter's presence, was preening himself for a date in front of the mirror, his deep, confident voice reverberating as he chatted on the phone.

"Hey, I'll pick you up in twenty," Zeke said, using a brush to brush his shower-dampened fur. "Yeah, tonight's gonna be wild."

Mac's gaze fixated on the prize between Zeke's muscular thighs. The wolf's member was a testament to virile strength. It hung heavily, the beautiful skin stretched taut over the well-formed head, a monument to the asshole's unchecked ego. It hung lower over his nuts than even Bran's had, a mere hour earlier. The bull was probably awake by now, screaming at the complete lack of maleness. Cam wondered if his OnlyFans would still pay out quite as much. 

And there, encircling the root of that impressive endowment, gleamed Zeke's solid metal cockring. Iron, and emblazoned with PHATBULGINTON UNIVERSITY, it was the perfect conductor for the impending magnetic maelstrom. 

"Perfect," Mac whispered under his breath. He imagined the heft of Zeke's manhood, the value it held for the wolf, and how easily it would be stripped away from him, taken permanently by Cam's own power. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down Mac's spine.

As he observed the arrogant sway of Zeke's hips, the casual flexing of his powerful back muscles, Mac's fingers curled tighter around the container as he sidled closer to the row of lockers. His slender otter paws deftly placed the Uber Magnet container onto a bench at the far end of the room from Zeke, far enough away that Mac could scurry away if he needed to. He had spent some time compacting the machine down from the sprawling table at his dorm to the size of a mailbox. The gong shaped disc at one end pointed right at the wolf, its surface still spackled with brown spots and a silver dent or two from Bran's 'incident'.

With the magnet in position, Mac's fingers grazed the activation switch, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of what he was about to do. Click. The sound of it echoed through the quiet hum of the locker room fluorescent lights, and an electric excitement filled the air as the magnet tingled to life. 

Zeke, oblivious to the sinister device lurking nearby, continued his phone conversation, his deep, resonant chuckles a soundtrack to Mac's intense focus. The wolf's muscular form was a study in careless confidence, his posture exuding an aura of unchallenged superiority. His broad paws wandered over his own flesh, casually tracing the impressive lines of his physique, eventually settling on the bulge between his legs, where he felt a peculiar tingling against the root of his groin.

The voice on the other end of the line garbled, crackling before the phone went dark in his hand. "Hey?" He asked. "Are you there?"

The tingling started innocuously, a gentle thrumming that Zeke mistook for the familiar stirrings of desire. With a smirk, his fingers wrapped around the girth of his pride, the metal cockring a glinting band of ownership. Zeke's touch was practiced, assured, as if each caress affirmed his place atop the hierarchy of virility. He pulled the phone away, curious as it swirled with light, magnetic waves causing the pixels in the screen to glow in wild and absurd color patterns. As he teased himself, the tingling intensified, spiraling into a maddening itch only he could scratch. Zeke reached down, gripping the cock ring that he realized was the source of the peculiar vibrating and tugging. The magnetic field was doing strange things, the perfect metal ring capturing and resonating with it in a way that trapped the wolf's heavy junk in the middle of a magnetic cyclone.

Mac watched, his breath caught in his throat, as the stupid wolf gave in to the sensation, fondling himself with growing fervor. Cam's bully's prized cock responded eagerly, swelling with the attention, the skin stretching taut like silk over iron. Zeke's strokes became more deliberate, more possessive, as he coaxed his manhood to full, imposing erectness. Each pulse seemed to beat in time with Mac's own racing heart, a symphony of arousal and impending conquest.

As Zeke's member stood proudly, defiant in the face of unknown peril, Mac felt a visceral pull toward the sight. There was something undeniably magnetic about the display, and not just in the literal sense. Zeke's raw exhibition of masculine power was about to be destroyed, while Cam watched. The heft and value of the male organs before him were immeasurable, their very essence a testament to the force they represented, and he was going to take them.

Zeke, oblivious to the impending upheaval, caressed the steely girth of his member. He paused, as the lights above him flared brighter, unseen electrical currents causing the gasses inside them to supercharge to a higher state. Locker doors began to slap open, swinging towards the microwave-looking thing at the end of the locker room. The metal hummed, as the doors vibrated and swung through the air, aligning with the magnetic fields. Mac watched with bated breath as Zeke's manhood, engorged and defiant, throbbed in the wolf's firm grasp.

"Hey, faggot, what the fuck are you doing here?" Zeke asked, missing the only chance he had to flee the zone of impending genitalia destruction. Cam had been caught, but... so had Zeke.

He didn't have time to answer. The cock ring, now a prisoner of the magnetic field, shuddered, suddenly sliding several inches down the length of the wolf's full foot of flesh, until the heavy testicles slammed up against the underside of his cock. The wolf's massive endowment, too robust for the ring to slide off, became a grotesque fulcrum for the relentless pull. Zeke's fingers tightened around his slick head, automatically, as if he sensed that something alien hungered for his flesh. It meant nothing in the end, though, as the cock ring lurched towards the contraption, not caring about the flesh wedged inside it.

A sharp crack split the air as the ring, torn mercilessly away from the wolf's body, whipped towards the magnet. His body tensed, muscles clenching to resist the yank he felt at the whole of his groin. The ring kept moving regardless, and the deeply anchored tissues that kept the wolf's beautiful cock and heavy balls anchored to his body were simply no match. All the meat that Zeke enjoyed flaunting with such careless arrogance was suddenly torn from his body, deep roots loosened and snapping as they were torn and ripped from their moorings.

"The fuuuuuuck?!" Zeke shouted, as he watched his cock thrust through his fingers, as if he had thrust his hips forward. He hadn't, though, and he felt the terrible wrench of flesh leaving his groin. His cock, his balls, and the roots of both shlurped wetly out of his crotch, leaving a naked, ragged wound. He tried to hold onto his cock as it thrust through his fist, but it was already gone. The cock ring slapped his fingers and he watched his balls slide through his grasp, and then the whole package was flying through the air and slamming into the magnet with a loud, GAWUNG-G-G sound.

A howl of anguish tore through the locker room, and Zeke's bulk crumpled, his towering frame succumbing to the agony of what had just happened. The pain of it hit him all at once. He gazed upon the void that had once been the cornerstone of his identity. His eyes, wide with horror, saw only the just-brushed gray fur of his coat, his erection gone, his balls gone. Where had they gone!? How?! It was impossible. His phone skittered along the floor, the battery popping as it was overwhelmed by the wild surge of magnetic power with a plume of smoke and blue sparks. Zeke's numb fingers pressed into the area that was supposed to be his crotch, an area which had always been his cock and balls. Now just air. There was nothing left. The wolf's vision went black as he passed out, the horror and shock too much for him.

Mac turned off the magnet, and it powered down with a satisfying click, the metallic hum dissolving into the air around them. Zeke's cockring had slammed into the metal dish perfectly, pinning and trapping the wolf's huge dick and heavy nuts against its surface. Mac knelt beside the dismembered phallus, its grandeur still intact despite the brutal severance. The cockring, now a morbid ornament, glinted under the harsh fluorescent lights—a metal shackle that had bound, and ultimately betrayed, its master.

Indulging in a touch as reverent as it was possessive, Mac traced the contours of the severed masculinity. The flesh was warm, almost alive, the blood trapped inside by the crush of the portal ring against its base. It felt so hard and potent and masculine, but of course that wasn't true anymore. It had been shorn from Zeke's body, claimed by Mac like an apple from a tree.

The testicles were fat and full and they sagged down into their scrotum as the muscles that had clenched to protect them finally went limp. Mac cupped them, imagining the billions of sperms that were held within. How many puppies would Zeke have sired? How many more Zekes would these heavy eggs have brought into the world?

With meticulous care, Mac gathered the pieces of Zeke's manhood, the weight in his palms a testament to their former bearer’s might. In the cool stillness, Mac contemplated the broken beauty of the riches he had claimed. They were more than just pieces of meat, although the idea of treating them like meat did make the otter's pulse quicken. He traced his fingers along his freshly acquired penis, touching the cockhead that still oozed with a hint of precum, the wolf's pent up fluids dragged along with the host. His fingers touched into the slit of the wolf's urethra, tracing along it as the wolf that should have felt it remained unconscious and helpless on the floor. Zeke had fucked with Mac for months, casually forcing the otter to jerk him off or suck him off and then berating him as queer in front of Mac's friends. Now, here, in his grasp, was the essence of what had tormented him, the very symbol of humiliation now rendered impotent and inert.

As Mac held the remnants of Zeke's pride, he felt the surge of an unholy satisfaction. They were his, now, and he would be doing the bullying from now on. Mac slipped his backpack off of his shoulders, and unzipped it. There was Bran's ruined equipment, nestled in amongst the ice. The otter nestled the wolf's severed cock and balls in along it, letting the weight of one male's masculinity lay on top of the weight of another's. The air inside the insulated backpack was frigid, cold enough to ensure that Zeke's meat would be kept from going bad, at least until Mac had finished his little scavenger hunt. 

There was still one more piece to add to his collection. Someone who would be pleased, Mac was sure, to see the object of his desires finally within reach. He zipped the backpack closed and slung it up over his shoulders, smirking at the additional heft he felt with all that wolf meat added into it. It was amusing to think about it; the backpack now had more 'alpha meat' in it than any pair of underwear on campus. Mac (technically speaking) was the most well hung student in Phatbuldge University. 

The air outside was thick with the musk of exertion and ambition, yet none so sweet as the musky scent of victory. Mac lifted up the magnet, giving the plastic casing an affectionate smooch. His science project was going to change everything. 

Professor Jacob

The classroom was silent. Mostly silent. There was music playing at the front of the classroom, with a figure hunched over, staring intently at the screen. The brown bear was hulking, barely fitting inside the clinging white dress shirt. His tie had been slung over one shoulder, so as to avoid staining it with his precum. His cock was out, rubbing against the underside of his desk as he stroked his fingers lightly along it, using careful soft touches to gently tease himself. 

He wasn't supposed to use the school's wifi to watch porn, but he was using a burner laptop, one that couldn't be traced to his official email address. Professor Jacob watched the bull on screen jacking off, the big beast's crude paw roughly handling the beautiful piece of meat jutting up between his brawny legs. He slid forward, hunching against his fingers and slinging fat ropes of precum onto the floor, his balls cramped painfully inside his jockstrap. He liked the feel of them, churning, hot and full, but packed safely away. He squeezed his thighs together, crushing them between them, his dick fattening even harder between his fingers.

"Fuck, Bran, you're getting straight As, passing with flying colors, just keep jacking that sweet meat of yours," he said. Was it ethically wrong to jack off to his students' OnlyFan pages? Probably. Was it illegal? No. He thought about the dumb bull, who had yet to turn in a single assignment, and wondered how he could get the bovine to stay after class, perhaps for some extra credit? Perhaps the bull would finally be interested in vector physics if his hot daddy teacher were to demonstrate the coefficient of friction between a bull's cock and a wolf's long pink tongue?

His nipples ached, the barbells in them rubbing against the inside of his shirt. It had been only two weeks since they had gotten pierced, and the soreness was gone but the tenderness was maddening. He had to struggle not to bust a load in his pants while he was drawing on the dry erase board in front of his students, feeling the fine fabric rubbing against the tips of his nips. Fuck. Today had been the worst, watching Zeke sleeping in the back of the auditorium. 

The room could hold hundreds of students, and was arranged in a semi circle, with each row of seats above the ones in front of them, positioned alternatingly. This allowed Professor Jacob an unobstructed view between the shoulders of the Daphne twins, right up underneath the big wolf's desk, at the huge bulge that was hanging down out the leg of his pants. The wolf didn't know and didn't care, head back, all but snoring as his fat dick dangled three inches under his seat, taunting the bear with its juicy meatiness. God, he wanted to get sandwiched between Zeke and Bran! He wanted them to crush him between their big dicks, have their fun with him, and leave him in a pool of his own cum. UGH.

Professor Jacob lifted his hand away from his cock, and leaned back in his chair. His cock throbbed, jutting straight upwards, the bear's bulging, thick, beautiful shaft angrily oozing out rivulets of clear precum. His sheath was soaked with it, and he stared accusingly down at his arousal, irritated at how much it demanded from him, how hungry it was to be stroked, teased, and played with. Damn, he needed to cum.

The door at the top of the stairs blew open, slamming against the walls. Professor Jacob grunted, nearly falling back in his chair. His computer screen flickered, swirling strange colors before going dark, and the teacher harriedly tried to jam his cock back into his pants. He could not bend it down into his fly, so he yanked on one flap of his open slacks, and jammed all fourteen inches of his fat bear meat down into it that way. Only, there was a problem.

The bear had a set of piercings that ran up the underside of his cock, terminating in one that punctured just through the tender network of nerves that made up his frenulum. That piercing got caught on the connective latch, folding the fly down underneath it. 

"ONE SECOND!" The bear bellowed. He peered up at the doorway, but saw nothing, just the hallway outside. If someone had slunk in, and was watching him from the top row, they might see that the bear's hand was in his groin, but they wouldn't be able to see much more than a hint of the gleaming black flesh that was the thick shaft of his cock. He fussed with the caught piercing, trying to use his thick thumb to pry it out of the hook, but the latch had somehow gotten wedged up against the end of the barbell, and pulling at his fly just tugged the sharp thin aluminum strip of metal into the webbing of his frenulum. 

Something slammed to the ground, up near the door, and Professor Jacob finally yanked the bit of metal free of his piercing, feeling the sharp sting of the sliver of metal slicing through the underside of his cockhead. It burned, but the pain helped his erection soften, going from granite solid to a more reasonably lead consistency. He tucked it, and stood up, facing away from his guest, and folded the fly of his pants back over the cumbersome wedge. He glanced down, cheeks flushing at the sight of a dark pool of fluid already seeping through the leg of his pants. 

"What is it, you can schedule an appointment on the university portal," the professor said, as he wrenched his zipper up and over the painfully bent root of his cock.  The latch was bent, unable to fit through the hook, so he pulled his business shirt up and over his fly to try and hide it. "If this is about the theoretical physics experiment homework, you can take that up with my TA."

There was no response. Professor Jacob turned around, stepping away from his desk, and stepping into the middle of the lecture stand, peering up towards the door. Something was weird. His nipples were tight and hard, and he resisted the urge to reach up and tweak one of them. It was as if his piercings were sitting weird on them.

"HELLO?" He bellowed, as his cock slid down, pulled by some imaginary force down along the inside of his thigh. He reached down, irritated now, grabbing at his dick to keep it in place. That's when he noticed what was wrong with the doors. 

Normally, the big metal doors would swing open, and then slam shut. Right now, they were swaying slowly, pointed towards him, with nobody touching them at all. 

"What in the-'' But that was when the magnet was cranked up to full volume. Professor Jacobs groaned in pain, as he felt the piercings on his nipples pull in opposite directions, sliding along the groove of the bone of his ribs as they were pulled towards his back. His cock was dragged down, forced to bend down between his thighs and pointing behind him, his erection crackling and crunching as tissues were twisted and pulled in directions and shapes they were not meant to be sculpted into.  Something popped deep in his groin, a sharp pang of a tendon dislodging or being twisted or something, and then Professor Jacob was staggering backwards. 

He was being pulled. He turned around, facing the dry erase board where he had drawn a diagram of a magnetic vortex for the day's class, to explain the exponential force of attraction as a relation of distance. He found himself lurching towards it. His nipples burned, as he felt them being yanked by unseen fingers. His fat dick slapped up along his inner thigh, rubbing against it as it swung out to bulge along the front of his inseam again. 

"What the fuck?!" He asked, and then he slammed against the wall, his nipples crushed between his piercings and the smooth surface, his cock being crushed as its piercings pinched down into the underbelly of it. He tried to push himself away, but he felt the tender flesh of his private areas stretch and flare with pain. "What the FUCK!?"

"Professor Jacob, are you okay?" came a meek voice from the professor's side. The bear craned his head, looking behind him to see... one of his students. He didn't know his name, he was just a little otter nerd. No muscles, no Chad appeal, just another flimsy dork, like most of the others. 

"Uh, yes, I seem to be stuck," he muttered. 

"Oh, no," the student said, circling around behind the professor. "You must have some metal piercings. Magnetically receptive metal piercings."

The brown bear's heart shuddered in his chest as he finally realized what was going on. Magnets. He was pinned, stuck to the wall by his own junk, by a magnet! The bear laughed at the insanity of the situation. 

"Yes, there seems to be some kind of magnetic interference," He said, trying to ignore the way the barbells were crushing into the back of his cock, flattening it against the wall. "If you could go into the next room over, perhaps Professor Azure has left one of his gizmos running..."

"It's a quasi-cyclonic magnetic inducer, powered by a quantum core meta stasis energy field," the otter said, as he stepped up to the back of the teacher. Something pressed between the bear's thighs, and with the sound of fabric being torn, cool air caressed against the back of the bear's heavy, aching, sweaty testicles. One of the furry nuts slipped through the hole that the otter had sliced, the bulky roundness of it landing directly on the sharp edge of the ceramic blade. 

"A wha-" and then he felt the sting of the blade, as his nut slapped down over the edge of it. The weight of his fat nut pushed the mass of it down, splitting the underside of the scrotum, and slicing up into the flesh of the nut itself. The bear yelped, trying to reach down to feel what was happening, but with his dick firmly stuck against the wall, he could not get his fingers down past the flesh of it. "Goddammit, be careful with that thing! What are you doing?!"

"Oops," Mac said, staring at the testicle. The split scrotum had revealed a peek of the gray flesh, and the sight of the loose, attached ball being cut into like a loaf of bread, made the otter tingle, even more so than the full body tingling that he felt while standing in the field of the Uber Magnet. "I didn't mean to damage the goods. Sorry, Professor."

The otter pulled the blade back, delighting as the bear seized up as the sharp ceramic blade unintentionally sliced deeper up into the underside of the grapefruit sized bear ball. White fluid drooled out from the split flesh, plopping to the floor as the bear's hips thrust and wiggled futilely.

"Jesus, be careful!  You idiot, you've just scraped my sack! What are you doing back there, I don't swing that way!" The bear was flustered, as he felt the otter's fingers teasing and stroking against his bared scrotum, sliding up to grip the neck of his scrotum and gently pull it out into the open. The bear blushed as he felt himself being groped. "Put my balls down, and go next door, and turn the magnet off! You're in my class, right?" 

"I am. You would know that if you were capable of paying attention to anyone who wasn't 6'5" and hung like Zeke," Mac said, as he continued fondling the bear's wounded scrotum. He peeled back the soft flesh of the sack, letting the second, unslashed testicle flop out into the open air. The bear groaned; the weight of his pent up eggs was usually countered by the muscular scrotum, and without it, the nerves and cords were the only thing supporting those fat eggs. The pain of the weight of his eggs made his legs tremble, which made the weight of his body hang from the metal piercings in his hips and cock.

"Wha-" The professor blustered. "What's wrong, do you want... a grade? Passing grade? I can give you that! Just help me!"

"Oh, I think today I'm helping myself!" Mac said, as he wrapped his fingers around the dangling cords of the bear's testicles. They were warm, thick, beefy cords, and they felt so good as he pulled them taut and stretched them down, and pulled his ceramic knife up against them. They felt even better as he sliced them off, sawing the blade into the rubbery tissue until they snapped, one and then the other, and the weight of the bear's balls slipped free of the otter's fingers.

The bear was shouting, crying, screaming for help, but Mac wasn't paying attention to that. He was there to help Professor Jacob, after all. He reached up through the hole in the groin of the bear's slacks, feeling for the crushed, pinned cock that was flattened against the wall by the barbell piercings. It was nice. Thick. A fat cock. Maybe Mac would have even enjoyed playing with it, if the professor hadn't had his head completely up his bully's ass all day long. Heh, maybe he still could.

He traced his fingers up along the bear's shaft, to the root of it. That part of the bear's cock was still hard, bulging tightly with blood that had been crushed out of the shaft itself. The ceramic blade touched it, and it popped like a fattened balloon, a gush of blood spilling out over the slender otter's wrist. 

Mac leaned in against the bear, resting his shoulder in the small of the bear's back and enjoying his sharp, rich, masculine scent, as he blindly sawed the blade up and through the flesh of Professor Jacob's cock. The bear was trying to kick, shouting the word 'no' over and over again, but that was just silly protesting stuff. Mac knew what the professor really wanted. Mac knew what Mac wanted, which was even more important. 

The cock came free of the bear's body, and Professor Jacob staggered backwards, Mac dipping down between his thighs as the bear's shirt tore away from his shoulders. It hung from the wall, as the bear flopped onto his back, and it was only as he saw the two red stains slowly seeping into the fancy cotton that he started to feel the burn at his groin. He looked down, at his thick, muscular, mounding chests, and the big red pepperoni-shaped spots where his nipples should have been. He looked back to the wall, as Cam lifted up his shirt, revealing not only his nipples, torn free by his thick piercings and hooked to the wall, but also a big brown bear dick that had been pinned in place just underneath. It was his dick, and his hand reached down, cupping a groin that now had nothing except tattered flesh where his beautiful dick was supposed to be.

Professor Jacob screamed until he passed out, and Cam turned off his machine.

Headmaster La Reaux

"So you're submitting this to the science contest?" Head Dean LaReaux asked, staring skeptically at the small container sitting in front of him on the desk. Cam stood behind it, beaming with the wide, easy smile of a predator who had made his first 'kill'.

"Yup, and I think you'll find it the most impressive of all of the entrants," Cam explained. "Go on, open it."

Head Master LaReaux did so, the tiger's orange and black fingers carefully unclipping and opening the small plastic drink cooler. Tucked inside was... something impressive. A big bear cock, a wolf dick, and a ziplock bag full of 'hamburger'. 

Charn took each of the pieces out in turn, laying them on the desk in front of him. 

"And you collected these using only your magnet?"

"I did. Well, and a ceramic knife. To be fair, these idiots made it easy. REAL easy. They had piercings..."

"Yeah, I gathered as much. Well done, Cam. When I offered this scholarship to you, I wondered if you would know what it would take to earn my favor." Charn picked up one of the ice-chilled bear balls, and began to nibble at it. "Professor Jacob has been on my list for a while now. Excellent choice."

"Thank you. So, do I get the scholarship?" Cam asked. "I mean, since I'm likely to fail Professor Jacob's class... assuming he even recognizes me..."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Charn said. "It's Phatbuldge University. Things like that happen... all the time."