That asshole had meant business. Micah wiggled his ass as he looked down at his own body. He had placed a couple of towels underneath his ass, but Jack’s cum was still pouring out.
“You should keep it in,” Jack said, pouting.
His roommate looked less like a beast and more like a human being, at least momentarily. Micah had a thousand questions on his mind, unlike Jack who must have reverted to the state of a himbo… something he hadn’t remarked about his crush before.
“Are you stupid?” he asked in an aggravated voice. “You kept that knot of yours in me for like half an hour or so. And it’s sticky and annoying.” He stuck two fingers inside his ass from the front. The squelching sounds his backdoor made were enough to give him the good kind of chills.
Micah knew he was a pervert deep inside. He’d always been that. For all his desire to act slutty and get a guy to pound his ass, he had failed spectacularly since coming to this all-boys college. But the tide was turning. Now Jack Callahan was bent on giving it to him until he wouldn’t be able to walk.
Like a dream come true.
Only that other students were howling outside like a pack of beasts, occasionally making Micah’s hair stand on end. They were in deep shit somehow.
“Are we just going to stay cooped up in here?”
Jack had ignored his insult from earlier and seemed caught up in admiring his forearms. Micah frowned. He hadn’t noticed until now, but Jack looked like a pretty hairy beast. He shrugged. Whatever.
“Hey, are you hearing me?” he asked again.
Jack finally looked at him. “Yes, we’ll stay here.”
“But we’ll need food eventually.” Weirdly enough, he wasn’t hungry yet. But maybe the shock of getting fucked and receiving a huge knot from Jack was to blame. Soon enough, they’d feel the need for basic necessities.
“I need to imprint you.”
“Imprint me?” Micah narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you find any of this weird? You’re calling me your bitch, you want to imprint me… who the hell talks like that?”
Another shrug from Jack convinced him that the lights were on, but no one was home.
“Good thing you’re pretty,” he murmured.
He yelped when he realized that Jack was very close. When had he moved? He hadn’t made a single sound.
Jack pushed a finger into Micah’s face. Something made him curious, and for the first time since the start of this strange day, Micah felt fear pooling in his stomach. What if Jack became interested in more than just fuck him? What if he turned into a beast and then considered Micah the perfect snack?
“You’re soft,” Jack said, his voice low, coming off like the rumble of a rolling thunder.
“So? You’re hard or something?”
Jack grinned. Yeah, maybe Micah shouldn’t have made that stupid joke. He grunted as Jack simply grabbed his head and pushed it down. In the blink of an eye, Micah was face to face with Jack’s monstrous cock.
What the heck? Was that thing growing or something? It was hard to imagine that had been inside him until only earlier. His ass had to be the size of a watermelon by now, and no, Micah didn’t think he was exaggerating. Cautiously, he brought one hand back and began fingering himself gingerly.
Shocking. His asshole had almost closed. Almost. It was still leaking Jack’s cum, and there seemed to be no end in sight for that.
“Lick my knot, bitch,” Jack ordered.
“Is this really the time for that? Can’t you hear everyone howling outside? Aren’t you worried? And what knot? You don’t have one right now,” Micah protested.
His mouth was getting dry as he stared at Jack’s huge cock. Now, if he looked closely, the base seemed to engorge, growing in size…
He stole a look at Jack. Okay, things were getting weirder and weirder. The guy was always clean-shaved, but now he was sporting a beard. Not a long beard, but still. A fiery red viking’s beard. And only earlier, he had looked as usual...
Micah shook his head. “Something really fishy is going on. Instead of indulging you in your perversions, how about we talk a little?”
A low growl from Jack told him that trying to reason with a beast was not the way to go. Micah gasped as Jack pushed him with his face into the hairy crotch.
The smell was overpowering. Micah tried to say something, only to have his mouth filled with one huge ball. Jack laughed and held his testicle, rubbing it against Micah’s tongue. Trying to talk was useless. Micah liked having his head intact, although it did cross his mind to bite Jack’s hairy ball only to remember the beast that he was still dealing with a human being.
The slap on his ass surprised him. Jack really had a heavy hand. That stung. And hurt. Micah was beginning to reconsider the biting strategy. But no, this beast would destroy him if he dared to do that.
Jack dragged him to the middle of the room and pushed him down. He parted his legs and rested his ball sac directly on Micah’s face.
“Am I supposed to do something?” Micah asked, temporarily blinded by the balls in his face.
“You will pay respect to my knot, bitch, or I’ll slap your ass until you start crying.”
“For the record, you’re an asshole. Wait, how the hell you have a knot right now? Isn’t that supposed to happen after you fuck?”
“Dunno.”
Of course. Asking Jack anything led him nowhere. Although the test subject was in the same room with him, Micah had no idea what to do. Not that he was particularly bright in school; he was particularly uninterested in the science stuff.
But wait, now that he thought about it, only a week ago, Professor Veyr, who taught biology, had come with a strange topic—
Was it mating strategies in apes? No, no, that wasn’t it.
Micah froze. That was where he’d heard about a knot in the first place! Professor Veyr was a strange one alright, and that without teaching students about what dogs and wolves got up to when they wanted to get freaky.
Adrian Veyr. Mid-thirties, lean and gaunt, always looking like a predator ready to pounce. Students feared him, and especially the horrible grades he generously bestowed upon the unfortunate young heads he was supposed to teach.
Those gray eyes, almost silver, were enough to give anyone who dared look at him the creeps. But he was weirdly attractive in the way eighteenth and nineteenth century poets used to be. Black clothes, black vibes, black unkempt hair.
And extremely pale complexion as if Professor Veyr never needed to see the sun. Maybe he slept in a coffin, too.
Jack began slapping Micah’s forehead with his ball sac. This fucker had some nerve, Micah thought.
“Hey, stop that, you’re incredibly annoying,” Micah complained.
He hissed as Jack held him by the hair and pulled his head back. “Lick,” came the order.
It happened rarely, but Micah had discovered about himself that he had a little devil in him that made him do stupid shit.
“What if I don’t want to?” he threw back.
Jack’s growl made Micah’s hair stand on end. Clearly, that had been the wrong thing to say.
“That’s it,” Jack said, pushing Micah to the floor. “You need a lesson, bitch.”
Micah would’ve gone without a lesson, because he didn’t think he’d like the particular topic Jack had in mind until he found himself with both feet in the air.
Well, this was the type of lesson he could get behind. Only that when Jack pushed his already engorged cock and knot inside him, he did whimper.
Like a bitch, indeed.
“Hey, fucker, slow down,” Micah grunted. “I don’t hate it when you fuck me or anything but you need to--”
He didn’t have time to say anything. Jack removed his knot from Micah’s ass and brutally pushed it into Micah’s face.
“Ass to mouth, bitch,” he growled.
Micah no longer had time to react. Jack was a fucking beast. But if he thought that was an insult or whatever, he’d have to think twice about that. The only thing Micah tasted on that cock being shoved down his throat was cum, cum, and more cum. The only regret he had was that the jizz was no longer fresh.
It looked like he wouldn’t have to worry about that, either. Jack came with a howl right down Micah’s throat, which somehow had managed to dilate enough to get all of that in.
Micah coughed as some of the spunk delivered straight to his stomach climbed back up.
“You’re a freaking idiot,” he said, lying on one side and unwilling to get up.
Jack laughed and crouched by Micah’s side. He grabbed his cock and slapped Micah’s face playfully.
Well, playfully for him.
“Watch it, fucker,” he grunted. “You’re going to give me a fat lip if you continue to do this.”
“I’m going to give you some fat pussy lips,” Jack said, guffawing like the fucking himbo he was.
“Really? Do you want me to walk around with a swollen mouth?”
“That’s your secondary pussy, which I fuck,” Jack said. “I was talking about the primary one.”
Jack grumbled as he was turned with his ass up. Jack took great delight in fingering him and pulling at the edges of his puckered hole.
“Hey,” he tried again.
But Jack was no longer listening. Micah had his face pressed against the dorm room carpet, while his ass was brought by Jack even higher. Micah’s feet no longer touched the ground. He let out a shocked gasp when Jack began blowing raspberries on his well-used hole.
“What the hell are you on about now?” he asked in astonishment.
Jack didn’t reply. He seemed bent on playing with Micah’s ass in all possible ways. With satisfaction, he pushed three fingers in and began moving them.
Micah whimpered and struggled to get free. It felt good, but that wasn’t the point. Jack showed him, in unequivocal terms, that he could do whatever the hell he wanted with Micah, and especially his hole.
No, that wasn’t the sort of power play he was into. Not right now at least.
Jack laughed and held him in place.
“Ready to squirt your puny load, bitch?” he asked.
He was more than ready but didn’t want to surrender that sort of power right now. Micah struggled and cursed while Jack fingered his hole mercilessly.
“You should see your hole,” Jack added with an amused snort. “It’s getting so puffy. I’ll keep you on my cock, bitch, to serve me all night long.”
“In your dreams,” Micah whimpered, as his dick and ass could no longer hold it in. He could hear himself spurting from both sides. His ass clearly reacted by pushing out the cum accumulated inside.
The only satisfaction he had was that he was practically blowing all of that in Jack’s face.
Only that the fucker was quick to dodge it by the way he laughed.
“Oh, no,” Jack said in fake disappointment, “it looks like you pushed it all out. Do you know what this means?”
Micah didn’t reply. He was way too exhausted to speak anymore.
“It means,” Jack drawled, “that I need to put another load in. And knot you for good measure.”
It only then crossed Micah’s mind that he was supposed to struggle and get away. If he folded to every one of Jack’s whims, what was he going to do next? Serve as the guy’s cum dumpster for all eternity?
He couldn’t move as Jack pulled both his arms back and then plunged with his entire cock inside Micah’s open, leaking hole.
His eyes rolled in his head. Damn, this was too much. It felt too good. It should be illegal or something.
“You’re going to make me loose,” he complained, as he no longer kept in his lewd moans.
“So? You have to take my knot, which is pretty huge,” Jack said, pounding into him like a crazed fucker. “So take it in your loose hole.”
He did take it in his loose hole. There was hardly anything he could do other than that. Micah was starting to regret being a pervert. He had wanted Jack to transform into a horny guy with nothing but the desire to fuck Micah on his mind.
And now, that his dream had come true… well, it was everything and more.
But Micah didn’t want to lose control over his own mind. He wanted to remain sane so he could get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding their school.
A mystery that had to involve Professor Veyr somehow. The guy knew about knots and whatnot.
A knot like that was getting bigger and bigger inside Micah’s ass right now, making him feel unbearably full. He was breathless as he tried to push another of his puny loads out. What happened when he no longer had one drop of jizz left in his balls?
He didn’t have to wonder anymore. He keened loudly, as he began pissing himself.
“Good, good,” Jack praised him. “That’s my bitch. That’s my good bitch. Fucking take it. Take it until you piss yourself.”
He was doing nothing but that. His mind was getting flooded with so many endorphins that he didn’t know what to do.
He had turned into a blow doll Jack was using for the needs of his huge dick. And his knot. Damn, that thing was huge. It turned Micah’s ass inside out, and he still couldn’t find it in himself to protest.
He succumbed to the wave of pleasure without a word. The only noises leaving his mouth were moans and pleas for more. Jack was more than willing to indulge him. Micah could feel his lower belly filling with the immense load of cum his own personal beast was dishing out.
That was breeding, right? What had Professor Veyr said that time? That for successful breeding… the knot had to… Micah’s mind was a mess.
Where was Professor Veyr anyway? Was he still in school?
If yes, was he also outside, running wild with the other howlers that had turned the courtyard into an arena for beasts?
***
It was night already. Micah checked his phone. Still no service. But at least he could learn the time.
11:59
How fitting. The moment the digital numbers turned to announce the stroke of midnight, a howl that dominated all the others emerged from the bowels of the school.
tbc
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