“Noel,” Logan warned in a soft voice, “you should get out of here.”
“Whatever is happening, you are a part of it,” the young student accused him openly. “And somehow, you made me a part of it, too,” he added in a quieter voice than before.
Logan couldn’t say Noel wasn’t right. Only that if they were part of what was going on right now, they weren’t aware of how it happened or why.
His nostrils flared as the scent of a beast reached him. It was fueling something inside him, something dark and ready for battle. When Noel’s scent reached him, replacing the sharper one from before, he shook his head to steady himself.
“Don’t get so close to me,” he warned.
“Don’t you want me to untie you?” Noel taunted him.
That was no longer his priority. Whatever beast was waiting for them in the shadows, Logan needed Noel to be somewhere safe. A confrontation was brewing.
His eyes swept their surroundings. The field was painted silver by the half-moon, the usual green grass brittle and pale in that preternatural light. The bright lights used for evening matches were no competition for how strong the light of the moon was right now. And the air… the air was too still. As much as Logan struggled to hear something, no sound reached his ears, not even something as innocuous as rustling leaves.
What he could hear, however, was the pounding of his own heart. The rasp of the rope biting into his wrists maddened the beast inside him.
Noel didn’t trust him, and he was right. What had the boy seen earlier? Dilated eyes, a snapping mouth, dripping saliva? Logan struggled to remember more – besides the overwhelming raw desire to possess Noel’s limber body. He’d have tied up himself if he’d faced a beast like that.
Noel had done the right thing.
Another howl ripped through the night. It was high and loud, jagged like the piece of a puzzle. Logan couldn’t say it was a human howl; still, an instinct materializing itself inside him told him it wasn’t a wolf, either.
The howl repeated. It came from the direction of the main building. Logan froze. Noel stood to his full height, his body tense. The echo of the howl hung in the midnight air like a warning.
It all happened in the blink of an eye. Logan heard it, the fast scrape of claws on the grass, like a predator pouncing on its prey.
“Noel!” Hayes’ voice tore out. “Run.”
It looked like Noel wanted to argue, but it only took him a moment to realize the danger. Feral eyes and an open maw were rushing to where they were.
Still, Noel made a move, as if he wanted to release Logan.
“No time for it,” Logan growled. “Run now!”
Noel didn’t argue this time. He darted for the edge of the field, sprinting toward the bleachers and far beyond. Logan twisted his body, pulling against the ropes. He could feel his skin tearing, allowing the beast inside to break free, while his breath was coming out in ragged rasps.
His attacker broke from the shadows.
Logan only saw red eyes and long fangs at first. He rose with a low growl, the ropes snapping and letting him go free.
And then he saw more. The beastly creature was… a young man. Tattered practice clothes were hanging from his body that looked gnarled and twisted now. Overgrown teeth stuck out of his mouth, while his spine arched at an extreme angle.
Logan felt the heat rise again, the same fever from earlier today, only that it was now spiking, like molten lava. His muscles surged, swelling with unnatural strength.
He had to fight. He had to survive.
Exquisite pain tore through him, delicious yet unbearable. His bones shifted with a wet crack that would’ve disgusted him under different circumstances. He could tell that his shoulders were broadening on their own, while his spine lengthened. For a moment, he stared at his hands. His fingers had curled into claws, while dark hair sprouted thick along his arms.
He landed on all fours, The sound of his own breathing was heavy in his ears. He let his tongue out and brushed it over his fangs. All around him, the world warped, showing itself in sharper details. Logan could even hear Noel’s heartbeat, frantic and fearful, although the boy had to be far away by now.
The creature attacked. Logan’s entire body reacted on instinct alone. He clashed with the other, both their maws snapping without sinking into the other’s flesh, and they fell on the field, a tangle of limbs. From up close, Logan could sense the other’s horrible scent. Unlike Noel, who smelled of something sweet and intoxicating, this young man smelled of rotting flesh.
Logan was superior in strength to everyone in the school. He wasn’t boasting about it; it was the simple truth. Only that, right now, he doubted he could rely on his human strength alone to fend off his attacker.
He needed to nurture his inner beast… or the beast he was becoming.
His and his attacker’s snarls split through the night. Logan sensed teeth scraping along his shoulder, but the pain that followed only fueled his rage. He slammed the boy to the ground with a strength unfamiliar to him. With ease, he pinned him down.
And stared at the boy’s eyes. For a heartbeat, Hayes saw fear there. And not only that. Pain, as well.
“Stop,” Logan growled. Even his voice had transformed and now he sounded more like a beast than a man. “You don’t want this.”
But there was no reasoning with the turned young student. He continued to snap his maw at Logan, thrashing on the ground. Logan had to use all his strength to keep him down.
His instinct was shouting at him, ordering him to finish off his opponent. Telling him that he shouldn’t let the other live.
Logan shook his head. He held the student down and dug into his shoulders with his claws. The pain seemed to steady the other, because his eyes snapped open and a low gasp emerged from his throat.
For a moment, Logan eased his hold. Not the best of decisions. The transformed student lunged at him and sank his fangs into Logan’s shoulder.
The pain blinded him momentarily. The beast took over. Logan tore his shoulder free from the bite and smacked the student in the face, so hard that bone cracked.
Without a sound, the creature, the student, whatever he was, dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
And then slowly, his body began to transform again. All his bones seemed to be snapping back into place, while his fingers turned claws receded. Even the long hair on his body started to retreat into the boy’s skin.
Logan released him, too surprised to react otherwise. The student now looked like he was asleep. Only that there were red gashes on his arms and torso. Logan had to close his eyes. He must’ve done that.
The beast was no more. A human remained behind it, one that looked terribly mangled.
There was no time to lose. Logan pushed himself up, feeling his bones rearranging, too. He bent over and began lifting the damaged body in his arms.
He swallowed hard, his throat raw and itchy. “You’re alright,” he muttered, more to himself than to the boy. “Hold on,” he whispered. “We’re getting you help.”
He needed to take this boy to safety, somewhere he could get help. There was probably no one at the infirmary right now, but Logan knew a few things about treating wounds and whatnot.
As he started walking with the broken boy in his arms, he couldn’t help notice the sight of claw marks on the ground. He’d done that. He and his attacker. Whatever was happening, it seemed taken out of a nightmare.
They needed help. All of them.
“Professor Hayes,” he heard Noel’s voice coming from behind.
“Stay away,” he ordered. “Haven’t you seen enough? Get out of here, go get help from Ashford.” It only hit him then that he hadn’t even thought of using his phone ever since the strange events of the day had started unfolding. “Better, call the emergency services. Tell them we need an ambulance. At least, one. Who knows how many students are in need of help?”
“Professor,” Noel said pleadingly, running after him.
“Don’t come near,” Logan warned again. “Whatever I have, whatever this student has, it might be contagious.”
“Funny you say that after fucking me like a madman,” Noel replied. “If it’s contagious, you already gave it to me.”
The boy had a point, but that didn’t mean that Logan was willing to admit it. The one thing he didn’t want to do was to hurt Noel again.
And the young student shouldn’t say such words, like fucking. Because they made visions of their earlier sex flash through Logan’s mind.
“Do as I say,” he barked again.
“There’s no service,” Noel said, stopping him. “We tried using our phones all day and nothing. Where are you taking him?”
“If there’s no service, just go to Ashford. Take one of the cars. You’ll find the keys in the administrator’s cabin.”
“But the place must be swarming with… with…” Noel struggled to find the right word. “Beasts.”
Logan had to admit the boy had a point. And he had no idea how many of the students – and even professors – were affected.
He needed to keep Noel close. He needed to protect him.
But what was he to do if he needed to protect Noel from him, not the others?
***
The infirmary was empty, but Logan made quick work of finding what he needed to disinfect and patch the student’s wounds.
“I have no idea who this guy is,” Noel commented, as he examined the other boy’s face. “Could it be he’s a junior?”
“I saw him before, but he’s not in any of my classes,” Logan said shortly. It was good that the boy had a pulse, although it was faint. As soon as he had the guy all patched up, he’d get him to one of the cars and take him to Ashford, the nearest town. From there, they’d be able to call a proper ambulance.
Logan worried about the loss of blood. The student’s face was so pale, it troubled him.
“Noel, watch him while I get a car and pull it in front. We must take him to a hospital.”
“No, I’ll go after the car,” Noel said. “You watch him.”
Noel was right to worry about being left alone with someone who had transformed only earlier into a beast and then back into a human.
***
“There’s no gas in either of the cars,” Noel announced breathlessly, as soon as he was back. “And things happen… Professor.”
“What things?” Logan turned towards Noel, only to witness his eyes as big as saucers and the pale color of his face.
“Come with me.”
Logan threw one last look at the student who had attacked him tonight. There was nothing else he could do at the moment. He nodded shortly and followed Noel outside. Before leaving, he made sure to lock the door.
***
“There,” Noel pointed at a spot nearby the shed where the man in charge of the grounds kept his tools.
Logan looked, and his eyesight became sharper again, along with his hearing. Several students were there, looking like they were focused on something – or someone – standing or lying right in the middle of the circle they made.
He made a gesture for Noel to stand back, but the boy looked like he no longer had any idea about how to take an order.
They both tiptoed closer, walking around the shed.
The students gathered there mumbled something under their breaths… now, it was more like grumbling.
“Next,” someone announced cheerfully, eliciting a string of eager expletives from the others.
The circle broke, allowing Logan and Noel to see what was going on.
A glimpse wasn’t enough. A young attractive student was lying on the grass, completely naked, his legs up in the air. By his side, two others were kneeling, and his head turned slowly from one to the other.
It took him a good moment to understand what was going on. One student got up from between the legs of the one on the ground, and laughing, pulled at the guy’s buttocks.
Logan felt his inner beast twitching. He could even tell his own cock was elongating, reminding him that he was naked and getting too familiar with it.
The students kneeling by the young man’s head were busy tapping his face with their cocks. Cum was already dripping on his forehead, eyes and cheeks, which meant that the group must have been at it for a while now.
Even the young man’s lower belly seemed to have swollen with the amount of cum the others must have pumped inside him.
Another student knelt between his legs and began pounding hard into him, letting out low growls. The one being fucked moaned softly, begging for something, but soon his words turned muffled, which had to mean that his mouth must have gotten busy with sucking a cock.
It was hard for Logan to continue to watch.
“We found ourselves such a good pound puppy,” one of the students growled in a low voice. “He’s taking all our knots tonight.”
Noel put a hand on Logan’s shoulder, making him jolt.
“Aren’t we going to do something?”
Logan pursed his lips. He now recognized the signs of transformation in most of those present. He had fought only one, and while he had emerged victorious, he couldn’t risk going against a dozen or so young men.
His mind was slowly succumbing to lust, as well.
“We can’t,” he said grimly.
“But--” Noel argued.
“Hey,” one of the students in the circle said loudly. “Do you smell that? There’s a bitch nearby.”
Logan didn’t wait. He grabbed Noel and hiked him over one shoulder. His legs moved of their own accord and were now making him fly over the courtyard, back to the main building, where there were doors that could be locked.
Rapid breathing and the scraping of claws followed him close, but he was faster. He dashed through one open door and closed it right in the faces of their would-be assailants. With one sure hand, he locked the door, leaving them outside.
And then, he dropped Noel to the floor.
“Don’t you understand your position, bitch?” he growled.
“My name is Noel,” the boy said rebelliously.
Logan saw red before his eyes. He grabbed the student and pushed him against a wall, dragging him on his ass across the hallway. Without another word, he pushed his now inflamed cock into Noel’s face, who struggled to release himself.
His bitch needed to learn his place. Running around, wiggling his tail in front of a bunch of horny bastards wouldn’t do.
With another growl, he steadied Noel’s head and used his thumbs to make him open his mouth. Then, he proceeded to fuck him hard, pushing his cock down the younger male’s throat without any care.
Noel made all sorts of sounds, but the fight was soon gone out of him. His mouth turned slack around Logan’s cock and even began sucking.
This was so much better. Logan caressed Noel’s head, while enjoying having his entire length getting swallowed deep.
“Very good,” he praised.
Noel’s angry eyes met his, but the boy continued to suck. He even seemed willing to work hard for it. Logan knew, that very instant, that he’d keep his bitch on his knees for a long time. Because he had one crazy talented mouth.
tbc
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