“Jack,” Micah slapped his personal weird horny monster on the shoulder, “how can you freaking sleep with all the howling happening outside?”
Jack gave him a confused look and blinked a few times. Now that Micah looked at him closer, he was quite a hairy dude. That was strange, just like growing out that beard in the span of hours.
Micah snapped his fingers in front of him. “Focus,” he ordered. “When was the last time you saw Professor Veyr?”
There was no response, at least not one Micah could understand, because whatever sounds left Jack’s mouth were more like growls than anything else.
A cold shiver moved down Micah’s spine. Whatever was happening, it was not only weird as fuck, it had the potential to turn really hairy. He touched Jack’s arm. He wasn’t hallucinating. The guy who fucked him within an inch of an impending decision to become a monk in a future life was turning…
Into something else.
“Come on,” he said, forcing down his trembling. “Get on your feet and come here.”
The beast obeyed. Micah dragged him in front of the window. He looked outside, but there was nothing to see. The howling had stopped, so he didn’t have to worry at least about one thing.
He touched Jack’s face. Yeah, even his beard felt different now. It was more like… fur.
“Are you turning into a dog?” he exclaimed.
No way. He had no idea how to deal with an oversized canine, and had no plans to learn anytime soon. Blindly, he searched with both hands until he found Jack’s big cock. He began to stroke it fast. As long as Jack had fucked him, things had never gone this far. So maybe there was something to it.
Micah knelt quickly so he could focus his strength on getting off the monster. Jack was making all kinds of weird sounds, but at least he didn’t appear to become ferocious and want to have a bite out of Micah.
He found the oversized knot and began caressing it while continuing to rub Jack off with one hand. “Come on,” he said in an urgent voice, “you know how much you like to get off. Do you want to use me? Will that stop whatever this is? Or will it make it worse?”
He hadn’t thought of that. Great, he was getting in deeper than he was willing to, but there was no escape, even if he ran outside. It wouldn’t be fun to get gangbanged by a bunch of beasts, all equipped with balls and knots as big as Jack’s. The way Jack was right now, he wouldn’t be any use to Micah. Obviously, he was becoming mindless, and that wasn’t an option.
He put his lips on the knot, giving up on overthinking. Whatever he had to do, he’d do it. Although, it would be freaking great if he could find Professor Veyr. As far as Micah knew, the strange dude was living on campus and had his own accommodations. He was treated as special, now that Micah thought about it.
Micah gasped as Jack pushed him hard on his back. Once more, he had his ass up in the air and a cock sliding hard and fast up his chute.
It didn’t hurt at all this time. He obviously was getting loose, not that he could afford to have that on top of his list of priorities. Even so, when the knot passed his strangely enough still tight channel of muscles, he whimpered.
Not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensation. Micah was pretty sure his ass couldn’t get much larger to make room for this beast’s giant cock, but it was definitely trying. And that came with a kind of pleasure so piercing that it made his eyes well up.
“Fuck,” he moaned, as Jack began to pump in and out of him with the force and speed of a piston. “Are you going to take long this time?” he asked. “Because we have things to do, you know?” He barely managed to get out those words, because the endorphins flooding his brain cut off his train of thought.
He had no idea what he was even worrying about at this point. What he needed was to get his rocks off, and that giant knot turned his ass inside out. Micah was only vaguely aware that he was no longer thinking rational thoughts. His entire being was focused on becoming a wet hole for the knot pressing inside him.
In that position, when his dick started squirting, all his cum landed on his face. It was watery now; he most likely no longer had much in his balls. But he was still cumming, nonetheless.
He helped Jack by pulling at his butt cheeks. “More,” he whispered like a horny maniac. “Put more of your cum in me.”
Jack didn’t need special invitation to do that. He was hard at it, increasing the pace, so much so that Micah was starting to worry that whether his own ass, Jack’s cock, or both would catch fire.
He moaned and cursed, while Jack took him to town. Fuck, this was the best sex a human could have. He didn’t ever want it to end.
But Jack was starting to pump his load deep inside Micah’s, and it went on for a while.
Micah held his hands over his lower belly, marveling at how it was swelling. Was his beast cumming like a gallon or something? It felt that way, but the best part of it was that Micah’s insatiable ass finally got enough. The unbearable horniness from before was slowly fading, leaving room for a sensation of satiety, which was more than welcome.
“Okay,” he murmured, “I think that’s it for now.”
He shouldn’t have hurried to say that. Jack let out a long guttural growl and began moving inside Micah again. And his knot was growing, so much so that Micah could tell that his ass was also stretching to accommodate it.
“Great,” he commented, although a new shiver coursed through his body. “I suppose now you can’t get out of my ass anymore, right?”
Jack said nothing. He only dropped on top of Micah, pressing him down.
“Are you nuts?” Micah protested, trying his hardest to push away the monster.
A loud snore reached his ears, making him gasp in surprise. He pushed against Jack, but he couldn’t do anything to move that mountain of muscles away from him.
“This is so stupid,” he mumbled under his breath. “You are really something, you know? I mean, how come you fall asleep when you were in danger of turning into a dog like moments earlier?”
He was only talking to himself. The huge knot in his ass seemed lodged inside, impossible to push out, although Micah did try. Like dogs in heat, they were now stuck together, so hopefully no one would get to see them in that shameless or shameful position. The differences between the two words couldn’t interest him less at this point.
Although Jack was heavy, it wasn’t that uncomfortable. It felt as if a blanket had been thrown on top of him, Micah thought. A very warm blanket.
Was it okay to close his eyes for a moment? Who would search for them here? Everyone had to be busy knotting each other left and right. Or receiving knots from others. Micah shivered, although he wasn’t cold at all.
Professor Veyr had to know at least something about what was happening. Otherwise, why would he teach the students about knots, and breeding, and all that?
***
When he woke up hours later, Micah was alone. The door to his room was slowly swinging back and forth, as if someone had just left.
“Jack?” he asked tentatively, but as he well expected, there was no answer.
His dorm room didn’t offer many possibilities for someone who wanted to hide, so Jack must have abandoned him here.
Micah pushed himself up, wincing at the sensation of having had his butt abused for hours. He needed to wash a little, so he dragged himself to the small basin in the corner. With a wet towel, he began tending to himself, while his mind raced a mile a second.
Where had Jack gone? Was he still himself? Was he a beast now? With such questions on his mind, Micah began changing into clean clothes. His body was recovering quite fast after all the abuse endured, which came as a surprise. He had expected to feel like he’d been fucked by a freight train, but actually, his body seemed as limber as he remembered.
Only when he touched his ass, the puffiness he found there confirmed that he hadn’t imagined Jack pounding into him like there was no tomorrow.
Micah stared at the half-open door again. He should get out of the room and then… what was he going to do next? He wanted to find Jack, but it wasn’t like he could give the guy a call. Their phones still had no service, and not even the emergency number connected.
For all intents and purposes, they seemed to be trapped in a pretty serious situation. Not only him and Jack, but all the students present at school this time of the year.
And the few professors who had been instructed to continue teaching the boys in their care. Micah decided on where he had to go on the spot.
But first, he needed some kind of weapon. Seeing how Jack had proven to him that Micah was nothing but a weakling compared to him, it was a ridiculous choice. But it would make him feel good to have at least something he could use to bash someone over their heads if push came to shove.
There was hardly anything he could count on, but after rummaging through his belongings, he finally emerged victorious. A screwdriver could cause a bit of damage if aimed at soft-enough tissue.
Although he was shaking head to toes, Micah stuffed the screwdriver in the pocket of his jacket and walked outside.
Quiet. That should mean that the coast was clear, right? Still, the lack of any noise was unnerving. It made Micah realize that his heart was beating wildly. He could even hear every little exhalation he managed, and it got on his nerves. If beasts waited in the dark, ready to attack, he would be dead meat.
And that before he even got a chance to use his so-called weapon. Whatever was happening to some of the students, it made them stronger, faster, and meaner, and Micah simply couldn’t compete with them. He was part of the weaker group, whatever that meant.
The group who took the knots up their asses. What about the professors? Micah racked his brain so he could remember who else might be there, besides Professor Veyr. Ah, the guy who taught Classical Philosophy also lived on campus. Hayes was his name. He was a cool dude, although distant and sort of arrogant. Still, he seemed to be the kind Micah would go to for help.
That meant his destination had to be the building housing the professors on duty. It was just across from the main building. Easy-peasy, Micah encouraged himself. Nothing but a lil’ hike.
He grabbed his phone. Although it was practically useless, it could still serve as a flashlight. Micah had no idea if it was wise to alert the others about his presence, but just having the phone with him made him feel a bit safer.
***
He slinked along the buildings, making sure to walk as silently as possible. However, once he could no longer hide in the shadows of the main building, he’d have to break in a run across the field to reach the small mansion-like construction dedicated to the professors living there.
That was where the danger lay. He needed to be fast. While he’d never been one for athletic endeavors, Micah liked to think that he could be fast enough to escape whatever strange beasts would get on his tail.
Easier said than done. He hesitated, keeping to the comforting shadow that had managed to keep him concealed until now. The quiet continued as be as unnerving as ever. Micah knew he couldn’t afford to take it as a sign that the others were asleep.
Well, it wasn’t like he had a choice. With one deep breath, he made his decision. He broke into a run as fast as his feet could take him.
As if that had been the only cue the darkness around expected, a din of sounds poured over the field, coming from all directions. Micah could hear heavy breathing, howls and grunts, all of them behind him, but he didn’t have the courage to turn or look over his shoulder.
The door to the main entrance to the professors’ house was in sight. But it was most likely locked. Why, oh why had he thought running there was a good idea? Whatever was after him, it was gaining speed, and the nearing sounds made Micah’s hair stand on end.
He’d have to count on his ability to yell from the top of his lungs for the professors sleeping inside to let him in.
He barreled against the door in the hope that he’d be allowed entrance by magic. No such thing. His shoulder hurt where it went hard against the hardened wood, and Micah gasped in pain.
He smacked both fists against the door, shouting incoherently. There was no one there. He was doomed. And he thought himself smart. He wasn’t. He was stupid.
The howls were closer now. Micah turned to face what looked like a pack of animals rushing to him. He couldn’t make out individual shapes. They were a mass of darkness and red eyes, moving together.
“I suppose this is it,” Micah told himself, pressing his back against the door and closing his eyes.
Seeing how many they were, his ending would be fast. He braced for the pain, but as he tensed in expectation, he felt himself falling backwards.
Before he had the time to react, someone was lifting him by the back of his jacket and shutting the door in the faces of Micah’s pursuers.
Micah was on the floor, looking up. Holding a small lamp that gave off a faint yellow light, Professor Veyr was hovering from above.
“Professor,” Micah whispered, “so happy you’re here. People… they’ve all gone crazy. They’re beasts or something and--”
“I know. Did you receive a knot?” the man asked.
He was wearing his black suit, like always. If Micah thought about it, he had never seen Professor Veyr wearing anything else.
“How do you know--”
Of course. The biology professor had been the one to teach them about knots, even if Micah hadn’t paid much attention at the time. And that was the reason why he was here.
“Come.” Veyr gestured for him to follow, and Micah got up to do as told.
He went inside a room that looked like a lab… no, more like a doctor’s office. It had a bed meant for patients and everything.
Veyr pushed him towards that bed. “Strip and get on it. I have to inspect you.”
“What the hell?” Micah protested, trying to move away.
“Do as I say,” Veyr ordered. “I don’t have time for a bitch’s antics.”
tbc
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