Professor Logan Hayes stared at his own reflection in the mirror over the sink, blinking hard. A single strand of dark hair had escaped his carefully brushed mane and glued to his forehead.
His chest was rising and falling slowly. The smell of metal and bleach invaded his nostrils. He’d taken his shirt off at some point, only that he couldn’t recall when that had happened.
His muscles gleamed with sweat. Every line of his body was carved and hard. Logan couldn’t stop staring at himself as if he couldn’t get enough of it for some unfathomable reason. For a man in his forties, he was in peak condition. A condition that came with hard work which he forced upon himself every day. All he had to teach the college kids he was watching over along with the rest of the professors, he applied to his own lifestyle.
Standing at over six foot five, he knew he made a strong impression upon all the students. He knew he was hard on them often, but he knew that they respected him. Another professor had told him once that the kids even liked him, but Logan had dismissed the thought. As a single man in an all-male college, he didn’t need young eyes looking up to him with worshipping desires behind them.
Stoicism was his preferred topic. Again, he applied it in his everyday life as a mantra and a code to live by.
The heat had been getting to him since this morning, but busy as he’d been to put together the next lecture on Epictetus for the students cramming for a special kind of testing imposed from above, he hadn’t paid it any mind.
Wrestling and Classical Philosophy, he mused. He’d been warned before that his two choices didn’t fit together, but he begged to differ. Mens sana in corpore sano.
Only that he didn’t feel ‘sano’ at all right now.
Logan stared at his forearm as he clutched the sink with both hands. Why did it appear to be hairier than usual? Beneath his skin, a strange energy thrummed, waiting for be released.
“Coach,” someone called from behind, making him turn abruptly. “Are you okay?”
It was Noel Whitmore, a senior student. He was one of the kids who looked up to Logan. And Logan, despite his better judgement, sometimes looked back. It was all because Noel was such a good boy, obedient when it mattered, and fearless when it mattered. Logan could see a brilliant future waiting for Noel.
And there he was now, several feet away from Logan, with his blond tousled hair, the spatter of freckles that made his face even cuter if that was possible, and that disarming, open grin that made him everyone’s friend. He was still in his practice shorts and a tank top, both now damp with sweat and clinging to his wiry frame, lean and beautiful the way only youth would ever allow.
Logan felt his pulse hammering but controlled it none the less. Whatever was happening to him…
He needed to get Noel out of here before he lost control.
Where had that idea come from?
“Noel,” he said, his voice low and husky, “did you want something?”
Noel moved closer. “No. I just wanted to check-in. You left practice before us, and we’ve been waiting for your review for about half an hour.”
“You can tell the boys they’re free to go. You too, Noel.”
“Thanks, Coach. I was wondering if you have some time. I want to ask you something. Something personal.” Noel kicked at a stray towel on the floor and rubbed the back of his neck. His innocent green eyes set on Logan, making his heart skip a beat for a moment.
“Now’s not a great time,” Logan said abruptly.
The rush of blood in his ears was growing louder. The smells of the locker room faded, all that metal, rust, and disinfectant.
Only to make room for something else.
Something like… animal.
Something coming from Noel.
The salty smell of his sweat, the heat clinging to him.
It hit Logan like a punch to the gut.
He gripped the sink behind him with both hands until his knuckles turned white. He needed to stay in control. His mind was slowly slipping.
Noel’s mouth moved, soft and inviting. The words he was saying made no sense.
Instinct.
The single word took shape in his mind, overruling everything. A growl climbed up his throat, ready for release.
But Logan pushed it down with the last ounce of willpower he still had in him.
“You’re dismissed, Whitmore,” he growled.
“Are you sure, Coach? You seem--”
“Go,” Logan boomed and turned to face himself in the mirror again. His dark blue eyes were almost black now, their pupils dilated to the point of impossible. From the corner of one eye, he caught a glimpse of Noel’s retreating back.
And his ass, looking tight and delicious in his practice shorts.
Logan pressed his crotch against the sink hard. Why would he even think that of Noel? Bright, eager Noel?
He needed to get out of here. And go somewhere as far as possible from this place and this heat.
So Noel was safe.
From him.
***
The sun was dipping low when Logan stepped out in the practice field after taking a cold shower that had lasted—
He had no idea how long it lasted. He had lost track of time. Despite his earlier decision to leave the college grounds, he’d ended up under the ice-cold spray that took the edge off the heat growing inside him.
That morning, he had ordered the wrestling mats to be taken outside. The boys had moved them back inside, save for one.
And Noel was there, plopped down on the mattress, his hands linked over his belly, his eyes staring above.
Had he been lying like this for hours? Under that sun? Logan forgot all about his earlier hang-ups and hurried to admonish the boy.
“Noel,” he said in a rough voice, “what are you doing?”
Noel pushed himself up on his elbows and stared at him with the cutest grin Logan had ever seen in his life.
“I was waiting for you, Coach.”
“You shouldn’t have. I ordered you back to your room, didn’t I?”
Noel snickered. Of all the moments he could choose to rebel, he had to choose this one. When he was such a good boy otherwise.
“Yeah, but,” he started, pushing himself into a sitting position and resting his arms on his knees, still staring at Logan, “I really wanted to talk to you.”
Logan blinked. The same scent rolled off Noel, dizzying him.
For a second, Noel licked his lips, triggering a moan from Logan.
“Coach?” Noel asked hesitantly.
The sun colored golden the side of Noel’s face turned toward it. His skin looked so inviting, begging to be licked.
“The heat got to you, too, right?” the boy continued.
Noel made the mistake of pulling at his tank top to wipe his face, revealing his flat stomach in the process. The sight of all that skin made Logan’s teeth tingle.
Another growl emerged from his throat, cutting off all his rational thought.
He needed to bite and taste and feel.
He wanted Noel’s soft lips to open, showing him a rosy tongue that could be put to better uses.
Noel continued to wipe himself, pulling the tank top higher. His nipples were dark for a blond boy like him, but he did tan nicely.
Logan couldn’t rein in his desire anymore. With a loud growl that stopped Noel mid-movement, he pounced.
He pressed Noel into the mattress, kicking his legs apart.
“Coach!” Noel shouted.
The beast didn’t understand the word. It only saw those lips moving, so ripe for the taking. Logan covered Noel’s shout with his mouth and pushed his tongue in.
The senior student struggled under him, but despite being one of the strongest boys in his year, he appeared incapable of pushing Logan off.
The fight made it all better. Logan sensed the tingling in his teeth growing once more. He pulled away from Noel’s mouth to lick them. They were long and sharp, especially the upper canines. Snapping his mouth closed didn’t help. It only made a sound…
“Professor Hayes,” Noel pleaded now in a soft voice, “what’s happening to you?”
He didn’t know. He didn’t care. The only thing he understood was this: he needed Noel. He needed him to spread his legs and welcome him into the heat of his body so Logan could consume himself and this burning sensation growing beyond the point of losing more than just sanity.
The humanity in him was challenged. No, more than that. It was being ripped and thorn to shreds.
The terror in Noel’s pretty eyes had no effect on him. It only goaded him to move forward with the plans of the beast.
In a single move, he tore Noel’s tank top, exposing his chest. Furious, Logan attacked the dark nipples, biting and sucking them.
Noel gasped and cried out.
That cleared Logan’s mind for a moment. He pushed himself back, shaking his head. Staring in horror at Noel’s destroyed clothes, he tried to get away.
But then his eyes fell on Noel’s crotch. The front of his practice shorts was wet, and the smell was overwhelming.
Noel covered his front with one hand, trembling. “Professor Hayes, Coach,” he whispered with tears in his eyes, “what’s happening to me?”
The pain behind those words was real. A feeling of longing coursed through Logan’s like lightning. He bent over Noel and pulled down his shorts, revealing a beautiful cock and a pair of nice balls, drenched in white liquid.
Logan dove in and clamped his mouth over them, sucking them into his mouth. Noel’s cries had become incoherent now.
Saliva poured uncontrollably out of his mouth. He loved Noel’s taste, the scent of his discharge, which must have happened when Logan had bitten his chest.
If his pup was so easily satisfied, how many other ways could he employ to make it mind-blowing?
His tongue slid further down, leaving the now hard cock. Logan pressed his tongue against Noel’s asshole, tasting it.
That was the place. That was where he needed to be. With a low growl, Logan pushed Noel’s legs up and pulled his ass upward so he could enjoy himself.
There was no second guessing, nothing but the growing need for pleasure inside him. Logan pushed himself on his knees and took out his cock. He no longer recognized that piece of himself, either. But it was okay.
It would feel good soon. He pressed the head of his cock against Noel’s hot, drenched in spit, hole. It got in easily, but Noel shouted in despair, the sound of his voice barely reaching Logan’s ears.
He had no idea what happened as he landed on his back. Noel must have kicked him in the chest, because he was now running, almost naked, across the field.
The hunt was on. Logan tensed his entire body as he jumped to his feet. And broke into a run, moving so fast that the air seemed to cut into the skin of his face.
He reached Noel in the blink of an eye. He pushed the pup down, face in the dirt and speared him with his cock, making the student cry out.
Disobedience wasn’t allowed. Logan caught Noel by the hair, loving the way the blond hair wrapped around his fingers and pulled his head back hard.
“You’re my bitch,” he growled, his voice no longer his own.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Noel complained, sobbing.
Logan laughed, the laugh of a beast.
“Because you’re mine,” he said.
The boy’s ass was tight and delicious. It squeezed Logan’s cock to the point that it made him dizzy. But he plunged forward, a battle taking place between his hard-rock cock and the hole it needed to conquer.
Noel’s sobs turned to moans. The boy seemed so confused, so scared. Logan wanted to comfort him, to comfort his bitch, but he couldn’t because his cock demanded first that he claimed the young body under him as his own.
“I will breed you and make you mine,” Logan growled. “Do you understand?”
Noel didn’t reply. His moans had turned desperate. Logan reached around and grabbed Noel’s cock. It was hard and leaking. A few strokes were enough to make the student release another load.
Logan could still taste the other on his tongue. He brought his hand to his lips to taste the fresher one. And then, he realized he wanted to share.
He pressed his fingers against Noel’s lips.
“I’ll give you my cum later. Taste yours, see how good it is.”
Noel opened his mouth. He was still letting out confused sobs as he ate his own cum from Logan’s fingers.
The boy would look so good with his mouth full of cum. Logan grunted as the image materialized in his mind. He’d make sure to give Noel a lot of it. His pup needed the nourishment, and he’d give it to him.
For now, Noel only needed to understand that he no longer belonged to himself. He was his professor’s bitch, and he’d never be anything else.
Logan pounded harder into the tight ass that had turned supple and accepting now. When he came, he seemed to go on forever.
And then, another thing happened. His cock began to swell.
Under his eyes, Noel’s hole stretched to accommodate the expanding girth of Logan’s cock.
“Coach,” Noel complained, “my ass can’t take it, please.”
Logan embraced Noel and pulled him close to his chest. “Easy now,” he whispered, the words forming on his tongue without the need for his mind to form them, “you need to take my knot to keep my cum inside you. I’m breeding you, pup,” he added.
It was all he needed now. Noel. Breeding Noel. Making the boy his.
***
Logan opened his eyes and didn’t understand what he was looking at. It took him a few disorienting moments to understand that he was outside, under the naked sky, and those were stars above him.
Pain throbbed behind his eyes. His entire body hurt. He inhaled and his ribs hurt. He couldn’t move.
“Awake?” a low, menacing voice asked, somewhere from his left side.
Logan turned his head. His eyes made out a silhouette in the dark. “Noel?” he asked, his throat dry and sore. “What’s happening?”
“You have the nerve to ask that?”
It hit Logan like a ton of bricks, all at once. The memories of the day, how he saw Noel out in the field, the heat, the beast…
He struggled to get up and realized he was tied up. “Release me, Noel,” he ordered.
“No can do, Coach,” Noel replied. He pushed a long stick into Logan’s side, making him grunt in pain. “You ripped me a new one, and my ass is leaking your cum like it’s never ending. Why the hell did you fuck me, Professor Hayes?”
Logan wished he had an answer to that. Dread and shame shook his body. He needed to say something, he needed to make amends somehow, although the abnormity of the situation left his mind blank.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, a blood-curling howl emerged from somewhere inside the main building.
tbc
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