Micah had been in love with Jack Callahan for as long as he could remember. Not that the older student had paid him much mind. Jack, unlike him, was popular, outgoing and tons of fun, where Micah was an incorrigible bookworm with barely a person to call his friend.
Yet right now, the popular guy was giving Micah a thorough skullfucking.
How had it happened? Micah had his throat full of cock, and his own dick was pressing hard against the fly of his pants. That made it hard to breathe or think. Minutes ago, Jack had burst into Micah’s dorm room, grabbed him and pulled him outside in the courtyard.
He hadn’t asked a thing. The moment Jack’s hand wrapped around his forearm, something strange had occurred.
Micah could swear that his entire willpower had been knocked out of him the moment Jack had pushed him to his knees, growling unintelligible things. It was like one of his fantasies, the kinky dreams he had at night, of Jack wanting him so much that he turned into a beast only to fuck him.
He had never confessed having such weird thoughts to anyone. They’d probably think he was some kind of pervert, but it was his secret desire to be taken against his will by a man stronger than him.
Not just any man.
Jack Callahan – outstanding at sports, loud, and full of life. Muscular, tall, strong – all the things Micah wasn’t.
No one else was in the courtyard, but Micah reveled in the thought that someone might catch them doing this in broad daylight.
He was sucking Jack’s big cock with noisy slurps, and drool was pouring down his chin. The sensation was unbearable, yet he didn’t put up a fight. He tried to press his palms against Jack’s large thighs to steady himself, but his assailant growled again and grabbed his wrists.
Micah realized he was getting used like a blow doll. Not that he minded it. If the whole school learned tomorrow that he’d given head to Jack here, where everyone could see them, he wouldn’t care.
Too bad his own horniness got in the way of understanding and memorizing what was going on. He wasn’t lucky enough to have this thing happening to him again.
Jack let go of one of his hands and grabbed him by the wavy blond hair Micah wore too long.
“Bitch.”
A single word, and Micah understood it, unlike whatever sounds Jack had made until now. Funnily enough, it didn’t sound like an insult. Not to him, at least.
His scalp hurt from being held too roughly, but he didn’t mind that, either. Micah increased his suction; although he hadn’t had the chance to suck a cock until now, he definitely liked the taste.
How it filled his mouth.
How it penetrated his throat, making it tough to breathe.
Jack’s balls slapped against his chin. Micah wanted to put those in his mouth, too, but his mouth and throat were already too busy and too full. Instead, he used his freed hand to grab them and roll them in his palm.
A grunt from Jack let him know he was doing the right thing. Jack was known for his stories about women and how much they liked getting fucked by him.
Yet, now, it wasn’t a woman kneeling in front of him, but a guy. Someone he most likely didn’t even know existed.
Micah choked as Jack pushed his cock even harder inside. He struggled this time around because it was too much even for him. He hadn’t sucked any cock in his life, but he had secretly stuffed his throat with dildos, fantasizing about deepthroating the real thing. That moment, when he felt just about ready to lose consciousness, was everything.
Only that now he couldn’t stop it from happening.
Small mercies existed. Jack growled louder and pushed all the length of his cock inside Micah’s throat. He was definitely cumming, and cumming hard. Micah moved his tongue around, desperate to reach further.
Too bad he couldn’t taste Jack’s cum. He bet it was delicious.
Jack pushed him angrily away, making him drop on his ass. Micah was breathing hard and wiped his mouth with the back of a trembling hand.
Jack was staring at him like he was some kind of animal. One he despised or made him sick.
Micah stared back.
Jack grunted and clenched his fists. Micah retreated, his eyes dropping to Jack’s still leaking cock, let to hang over his open fly. It was getting thicker, abnormally so. Micah frowned. Why did it look like that?
He didn’t have time to ask or say anything, because Jack turned on his heel and walked away fast, shaking his head and mumbling incoherent words.
Micah picked himself up. He palmed his crotch. It was hard, and the pervert liked being squeezed while being denied release.
“Later,” Micah murmured and hurried after Jack. “Hey,” he shouted loudly, “where are you going?”
Jack sped up his pace, making Micah break into a run to reach him.
They were right in front of the courtyard entrance to the library building when the doors opened, letting out around a dozen students.
Micah stopped, frozen in place. His mind finally caught up with him. This wasn’t a very vivid dream in which his fantasies were somehow coming true.
The students bursting out of the library building looked like they’d been attacked by a pack of wild animals. Their clothes were in tatters, and there were scratches and bites on their arms.
They seemed to notice Micah all at once. A dozen pair of eyes, gleaming red, set on him, turned the sweat on his back into ice.
He didn’t have time to run. He was down on the ground, with one of the feral students on top of him, while others were pulling at his clothes, ripping them to pieces. Desperately, he tried to fight back, but what chances did he have against those guys? Micah was so skinny a stronger breeze could make him wobble, let alone this pack of wolves.
“Jack,” he cried out, “help!”
He couldn’t see Jack anywhere. Soon, he was silenced by a cock in his face. He turned his head, but there was no escape for him. His legs were pushed apart, held by strong arms, his ass exposed. Calloused fingers forced their way inside his hole, making him whimper.
He was going to get fucked. But not like in one of his fantasies. When Jack had grabbed him earlier, he’d just followed blindly. He liked Jack. Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt the blunt head of a cock trying to get in his dry asshole. These guys would tear him apart to have their way with him.
A wolf’s howl made all of Micah’s attackers froze. Only the one trying to penetrate Micah’s hole didn’t stop.
It wasn’t a dream. That guy jerked backward and flew through the air, as if snatched from Micah by an invisible hand.
No, not invisible. Jack was howling and snapping his jaw around, making the other students step back and away from Micah.
He could breathe again. There was a circular space drawn around him, and his attackers now stood at a fair distance from him.
Jack grabbed Micah by one arm and threw him over his shoulder in one fell swoop. He continued to growl and snap his jaw at the others, until they made way for him to pass.
***
It was hours later when Micah woke up from a fretful sleep. Jack had taken him to one of the dorm rooms, but in the whole mess, he hadn’t been able to tell what was going on. He only knew that a sudden exhaustion washed over him, knocking him out cold.
He gasped, still caught in his nightmare in which dozens of hands were reaching for him, ready to tear him apart.
Jack was standing by the window, his back to him. However, when he heard Micah’s gasp, he turned to face him.
He looked less feral than before.
“What happened?” Micah asked and coughed. His throat was dry, and it only occurred to him then that it had to be from all the rough action he got from Jack hours ago.
“I have no idea,” Jack replied in a gruff voice. “We’re cut off from the world. We can’t contact anyone, the Internet is down, and there’s no phone service. I’ve barely come out of it myself, and I have no idea what’s happening. I wanted to leave and search for help, but then--” He drew in a long inhalation. “Then I felt your stupid ass scent.” He ran one hand through his red hair, grimacing like he’d just tasted something foul.
“What stupid ass scent?” Micah asked. He pushed the blanket away and stared down at himself. He was wearing a long t-shirt that almost reached his knees and nothing else.
“How the fuck should I know?” Jack grabbed an empty can of beer from the table and smacked it hard against the wall.
Micah flinched. “I need to go back to my room,” he said.
He got out of bed and looked around. Where were his clothes? Ah, damn, those fuckers had torn them apart. And all he had was this t-shirt that was way too big for him.
“I need a pair of clothes,” he said.
“Do I look like a fucking clothing store to you or what?”
Great. Jack had lots of friends and an outgoing personality, but not when it came to Micah, it seemed.
The guy was mad. Micah didn’t want to stick around to see what Jack fucking another fellow student in the mouth did to him and his outlook on life or whatever.
“I’ll go like this, then,” Micah said with a shrug. “Is this your room?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Jack replied, working his jaw.
So he would have to cross about half the campus to get to his own. Great. He didn’t even have shoes. No underwear, either. The thought of confronting whatever was waiting for him made his stomach twist up in knots.
Speaking of knots… Micah stole a glance at Jack’s crotch. That had been quite a sight – the engorged shaft, the bulb at the base—
“Are you moving your ass or do I have to throw you out?” Jack interrupted his thoughts.
Micah squared his shoulders. He liked the guy because of his good looks, but his personality was utter shit at a closer look. Fine. He’d got a taste of that dick, so he was most likely cured of his crush.
Or not, he thought, as he risked staring at Jack again. Yeah, handsome fucker. Short red hair, deep green eyes, lips to die for. And that frigging body. And that cock.
Whatever. At least he knew how it was to get fucked in the mouth by the famous womanizer Jack Callahan.
He opened the door without another word. He should’ve thanked the guy for saving him back there, but he didn’t want to give that stupid ass the satisfaction.
The hallway was eerily silent. Micah winced as his feet touched the cold floor. He should walk faster. The evening wasn’t that far, and with all those feral beasts around, he needed to get to his room and lock the door.
And search for a way out, or at least more info on what the fuck was going on. Their college was twenty miles away from the nearest town; its students lived like recluses most of the year, focusing on their studies. That had been a selling point for most of the parents sending their kids here.
Now the kids were transforming into beasts. Not all of them. Micah didn’t feel like growling or anything like that.
That meant it only affected some of them.
Micah snorted. Whatever virus was going around, it wasn’t keen on infecting him. Even a freaking virus thought he was as good as invisible.
He was at the top of the stairs, when a low snarl made his hair stand on end. Slowly, he turned, only to see Jack running towards him at an incredible speed.
“What the--”
He didn’t finish. Jack threw him down and climbed on top of him. In one move, he tore the t-shirt off Micah’s body.
“Hey, asshole--”
Jack clamped his mouth down on Micah’s hard. His tongue was too strong for Micah to offer any opposition. His mouth was getting penetrated, and it looked like it wasn’t going to be the only thing getting that treatment.
Jack pushed Micah’s thighs apart in one brutal move. His cock – when the hell had he taken it out? – was already pressing against Micah’s ass, but funny thing, this time, the tight channel of muscles was…
Wet.
What the hell was going on?
Micah couldn’t process the astonishing idea that his ass had self-lubed while he was being pushed down to the floor.
The head of Jack’s cock breached the entrance, making Micah whimper at the rough intrusion. Even if his asshole was wet, it wasn’t like it could dilate to accommodate the girth of that fucker’s huge cock in an instant.
Jack didn’t seem to care. He was back to beast mode, it seemed, and busy kissing Micah to the point that they’d soon need air. At the same time, his cock pushed in relentlessly, making Micah want to spread his legs wider to take some of the pressure off.
“Take my knot, you bitch,” Jack growled at him as soon as he decided they had to breathe.
Micah felt Jack’s cock swelling inside him. “Fuck you and your knot,” he protested, grunting as he realized that the thing activated the part inside his ass he had explored only casually before.
Fuck, it felt good. But Micah was mad at Jack and his stupid mood swings.
“Get the fuck off me,” he protested, squeezing his eyes shut.
Now that was a losing battle if he’d ever seen one. Another push, hitting him just right, and he released a surprised cry.
Jack’s low chuckle made him shudder in pleasure.
“Are you cumming, bitch? Cumming from my knot?”
“Fuck you--” Micah grunted.
Jack silenced him with a kiss. He moved so fast now, Micah couldn’t even protest. His own dick liked it; his ass, too. So he was cumming for what seemed to be forever.
Inside him, Jack’s cock kept on swelling. It had to be the size of a baseball bat now, though Micah couldn’t be sure. And it felt so good it made him cry in pleasure.
“Locked in,” Jack whispered and stilled.
“Are you cumming inside me, you fucking asshole?” Micah grunted.
“Yeah, I’m breeding you,” Jack said, a stupid smile on his face.
“Oh, great,” Micah commented. “But if you dare stare at me like I’m a cockroach or something again, after using my ass for your knot or whatever, I’m so going to sock you in the fucking face.”
Jack didn’t reply. Micah felt his giant cock spewing load after load inside him.
It filled him up. None of his fantasies had been so damn crazy.
tbc
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