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A wolf in the frat - Chapter 6 - A(nother) beast on the loose

By Reaping

Chief Officer Dial and his crew circled the gym perimeter. The night janitor found a student claiming there was a monster in the locker room before falling unconscious in the middle of the corridor. Not just a monster: it was THE monster.

Terrence shook his head in negatives, noting that the ceramic floors of the locker room were covered in the same foul goo they found a student covered in, two weeks ago. Obviously, the said "monster" wasn't there anymore. Claw marks had scratched the floors, scoured the paint from the walls and even broke through the lockers. Hell, the door to the room was torn off its hinges and scratches vandalized the school floors all the way to the exit door. The scene was horrible and heavy, but there didn't seem to be any trace of blood except for the stains on the teen's tank top. More so, while this amount of blood would have signified that someone was badly injured, no apparent marks on the student was observed except from a few old-looking scars. Maybe it was the blood of another victim? The sole witness of the beast's attack was non-responsive at the moment and as much as Terrence wanted to extract more information from him, he couldn't.

The guy obviously had a traumatic experience. He was unconscious at times and waking up in screams at others before shutting down. Terrence gave a stern look at the nurse by the ambulance before looking at his younger partner. The older officer saw an oncoming vehicle passing through the blockage of the police cars. A few students in the parking lot were trying to get closer and to know the reason of this commotion, but the officers securing the perimeter only told them to step back.

"Would you stay here and tell me when the kid wakes up?" Terrence asked his partner with his gruff voice. "I'm goin' to show the way for the CSIs."

The Chief left the younger cop and walked toward the vehicle. A man and two women walked out of the car, bringing heavy cases resembling the common toolbox anyone could have. Terrence shook hands with the elder of the trio, an older woman he went to school with so many years ago. They haven't worked on a case together for a few years now, as the police station had its own team of CSI. However, this case revealed to be more complex than what his team's limitation framed. After a deeper analysis of the club evidence two weeks ago, the officer struggled with the results and had to call in the best expert he knew: Professor and Doctor Elizabeth Mary.

The woman had short cropped black hair framing her head without incommoding her movements. Wrinkles and lines of many hours passed on cases, reports and classes at the University of Lakewood failed not to testify her devotion at work. By her sides, she had two younger colleagues. Massi Belmont was an old student of hers who had won a scholarship to work in her labs while Katia Deschamps was on an internship all the way from New-Brunswick.

"Good evening, Doctor Mary." Terrence greeted with a firm hand.

"Good evening, Chief Dial." The woman said with a British accent. "We came as fast as we could. May you show us the way to the crime scene?"

The man stepped inside with a lousy hand gesture. The officer led them to the locker room, warning them to watch their step.

"Right here." Terrence pointed out to the Crime Scene Investigator crew. "This... substance looks a lot like what was found at The DanceClub, two weeks ago."

He analyzed the scene for a little while before adding. "This can't be a coincidence."

"I fear not." Elizabeth approved, making sure her glasses wouldn't slip off her nose. "This substance depicts a striking resemblance in scent and looks..."

She crouched, opening the box with her tools, and taking out an object similar to a Q-tip. She touched the puddle of fluids on the ground, analyzing the viscosity of the slimy solution. After a brief look, she store the object inside a clear bottle. She took the marker pen from her uniform vest pocket and wrote down notes on the bottle.

Terrence looked at her like he anticipated a follow-up to her sentence, but the professor seemed too absorbed in her work to notice. She started giving orders to her subordinates, not minding the Chief anymore. Right then, a member of the police squad entered the room looking for the older officer.

"Chief, the witness is coming back to him."

"Comin'." He replied.

With his usual dark gait, Terrence walked out of the room. Outside of the closed aisle, he entered the parking lot again, where even more students were gathering around. By the parking, an officer was already interrogating the janitor, who didn't seem to know anything. Chief Dial walked all the way to the ambulance, by which the traumatized student sat with his partner Charles and the nurse.

"Hey, Chief, this guy knows something you might want to know." Charles informed.

Terrence approached him, looking down on the shivering student wrapped in a thick blanket.

"What is it, sonny?"

"The monster... I know who it is...?"

"Who...?" Terrence frowned, more a thought than an actual question.

"It's Michael Singleton."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The "show" was done. The bands had performed their songs and the musicians cleaned up their belongings behind the scene. They cheered with beers in the cheap artist lounge where plates filled with raw vegetables and dips covered the table. Jason's stomach twisted in disdain looking at all the greens covering the table, a bit disappointed at the light buffet. A sudden friendly tap on his shoulder took him out of his thoughts and he noticed Andrei had his arm wrapped around his shoulders all chummy like.

"C'mon Jason! Enjoy the party a little!"

"Sorry, but I'm a bit tired..." He stated, exhaustion taking its toll. "I think I'll just go..."

To his demand, Andrei let the weary bassist go. As Jason left his comrades to their afterparty, he went for the audience in hope of hurrying back to his room as soon as possible. He wondered wether Michael would be there fucking with Leon again or if he was fooling around somewhere else. The thought dreaded him with sorrow, but he shook his head in attempt to forget about it. He remembered Kevin said he'd come tonight, so he thought of briefly looking around for him. That wouldn't be too hard: the room was almost emptied of the spectators. He looked at his phone in case he might have had a message from him. Indeed, he had messaged him.

'Are you coming or not?'

'We're waiting for you outside the room'

Jason replied a positive answer, wondering if he'd regret it anyhow, but he was too worn out to care in the moment. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"Yo, dawg! Ya nailed it tonite!" Kevin exclaimed at him, startling him.

Nonetheless, the joyful attitude of the short man was enough to make him smile after this long day. Next to him, there was a girl with a darker skin tone, a little taller than Kevin but showing a tender smile and congratulating him for his performance. She must have been the girlfriend Kevin talked about. Finally, behind these two, Jason spotted Timothy, immersed on his cellphone and acting like nobody existed around him.

"Thanks, Kev... I'm a bit tired now... especially with the stress gone."

Kevin looked at him with concern.

"Ya okay, bro?"

As much as Jason wanted to fake his feelings, he forecasted that Kevin wouldn't buy it, so he went with the truth.

"Not really... I just had the worst day of my life... starting with Michael assaulting me in my sleep..."

"Whaaat?!" Kevin blurted out, almost choking at the shocking declaration. "What the fuck?! Are you alright?! What happened?! Why din't ya tell me this morning?!"

"I... didn't want to talk about it... and I still don't want to talk about it..." Jason confessed, his eyes tired and giving little resistance as they grew vitreous.

"That ain't gonna happen again, ya hear me, bro? Say, sleep in my room tonight. I'already thought of spending time wit' Michelle this weekend anyway. Her fo'ks ain't far from college."

Jason flashed a coy smile while Tim suddenly snapped out of his phone and glared at his roommate.

"You don't mind? I'll probably have to bring a few things with me first, though..." The musician pondered aloud.

"No way ya go back there alone! Ya need company go'ing back at yer place! Plus, there's a beast on campus tonite, so it ain't safe to go alone!"

A pain in his chest made Jason uncomfortable without knowing why.

"What? What happened?"

"I dunno, bro. All 've heard is that th'gym aisle's full of cops!"

"I... I think I'm gonna be fine by myself... I don't want to force anything on you..."

"Nah nah nah, you don't look fine tah me, bro. Imma coming with ya. I dunno what or why Michael exactly did to ya but I ain't letting a bro down, bro."

This alone was enough to make Jason feel warm allover.

"Thanks, Kev..."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

By the time Jason arrived to his dorm, the bassist warned his friends not to follow him inside as it might still look like a disaster. After all, he'd rather not have them see or smell the cum sprawled all over his bed.

"Ight, bro, but anything goes wrong an' I barge in! We're waiting fer ya!" Kevin comforted, bringing his hands into fists for a demonstration.

"You're the best, guys."

"Don't mind me." Timothy replied with boredom.

Jason unlocked the door and went inside, but he realized the room was empty. As he imagined, Michael hadn't clean up the mess even a little and the room stank even more of musk and sex. Jason's head started to spin and a boner grew within his shorts.

"What the hell..." He whispered to himself, stopping in his tracks and feeling his bulgy crotch.

Suddenly, the ajar door opened widely and an authoritarian voice called on him. Jason turned his head around and saw a cop standing in the entrance of the room. The policeman was about to say something but he caught the putrid scent of the room momentarily disoriented him. He brought a hand to his face in disgusts.

"What on earth... Sir, I ask you to not touch anything and to walk out of the room, now."

"What's... happening?" Jason asked, taking his hand away from his crotch, blushing.

"Quickly, sir. This is an order."

Jason was about to step outside, when Kevin's girlfriend got between him and the cop.

"What are you doing? Do you have a warrant?" Michelle intercepted with a tough look that made the cop stutter for a moment. "I'm a law student and I know..."

"Yes, I do." The cop stated, recollecting himself. "Michael Singleton is... a victim of the attack. To pursue our investigation, we'll have to search this area."

"He's... my roommate." Jason stated, obviously shaken by the sudden news. "This is my room."

"Perhaps we'll have to move you somewhere else and lend you some clothes for a few days."

"May I see your badge?" The sole girl asked, sternly skeptical.

The officer grumbled and pulled it out of his pocket to show proof.

"You say Michael is a victim of the attack... what happened?"

"I can't divulge any information for now. Say, you've just said you were Michael's roommate, right?"

"Right now, technically, yes..." Jason said. "Why?"

"We might have some questions to ask you."

Jason glanced at his friends who were just as dumbfounded as him by the events.

"How is he going to be of any help to you?" Michelle asked, at loss for ideas to help him out.

"I don't have to answer that to you." The officer said with an impassible face.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Leon grumbled, sitting against his will at the table of the interrogation room. First, he was the victim. Now, he was a suspect? Why did the officer handcuffed him to the table? He just wanted to head back to his place! He was so tired... and at the same time so horny. At least, if he didn't have his hands tied down to the table, he could give his boner a few strokes. The cops have been gone for a while now and he could really use a hand-job on his aching prick. How on earth did this perfect little evening pumping iron turned into a nightmare?

Finally, the door opened and Leon's newly greenish eyes traced the displacements of the young cop. There was... something different to him, unlike the other men and women he's seen so far. He smirked. "This guy's gay. Bet he'd like me fucking him..." Leon licked his lips, then shook his head, chasing the lustful thoughts from his mind and forced himself to think about what was happening to him.

"A' demand to speak to my lawyer!" He snapped at the young officer who pulled a chair to sit.

"A lawyer is on the way, so just stay put, mister Lester." Officer McCoy said. "Would you like some coffee in the meantime?"

"No! This is fuckin' shit! A' should be in the hospital right now!"

"The nurse said your vitals are fine and that you don't have any internal or external injury."

"A' was fuckin' bitten by that... thing! Can't ya see the blood on mah clothes?! There's marks on my shoulder! My sides, under my ribs!"

"As a matter of fact, there is no mark on you other than a few old scars on your shoulder. Perhaps you might have hallucinated this? Have you been taking drugs lately?"

"No! A' didn't!"

In a vain attempt, Leon started shaking his handcuffed arms like he was impatiently trying to get free. Even a patient man like Officer McCoy had his limits and the noise was getting on his nerves. Wether the guy was lying or not for the use of drugs, the officers would eventually find out when the analysis of his blood would be complete. Fearing it might be a long night, Charles went for his coffee and took a sip, staying indifferent to the aggressiveness of the witness, waiting for this outburst of rage to calm down.

"Anyway, I think we can move on to something else now." The officer sighed, his head hurting, thanks to this stubborn witness.

"A' already told ya everything A' know! Ya can't have me staying here against my will!"

"You mentioned the beast that assaulted you was Michael Singleton. Oddly, the same Michael Singleton had a sexual experience with another beast two weeks ago as well. This can't be a coincidence, mister Lester. For our safety and yours, you have to stay here until we know more about what's going on."

"Can ya at least undo the cuffs on the table? A'm not under arrest as far as A' know..." Leon platonically said.

Facing the truculence of the teen, the officer doubted it would be a good idea. Right then, something odd caught his eyes. The little light stubble covering Leon's cheeks suddenly seemed fuller.

"Those handcuffs... they're hurting me, officer... can ya at least loosen them up a little?" The student insisted.

There was a begging look on Leon's face and, for an instant, the green eyes lightened up a little, yellow dominating slightly over grey-blue for a moment. The teen suddenly looked more docile, but that could be a trick. The officer analyzed him a little more, trying to see if the guy's anger would eventually burst out again. There was a subtle smirk drawn on his face. Unsure wether it was from submission or malice, Charles was completely oblivious to the staggering erection that tented Leon's shorts under the table.

"Right, but you have to cooperate."

Leon's boner twitched under the table. A thought of fucking this cop into oblivion crossed his mind. With a cocky smirk, Leon had to suppress a moan as this thought alone was enough for him to soak his shorts with a generous wad of precum.

"Don't worry, officer. I don't plan on running away."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Jason was brought to the police station even though he was exhausted. "Won't this day ever end...?" He complained. He hopped in with Chief Dial after the old man had an interminable talk with the Principal, Mrs Davidson, and the Crime Scene Investigators. Jason must have dozed off a little as when he opened his eyes, they just arrived at the police station. The driver next to him told him to wake up and to follow him inside. Compelled to execute the orders, Jason walked after the older man.

His brain gears activating, Jason felt like something was off. Why would the officers take the time to bring him to the station if he were only the disappeared man's roommate? They could have just asked him a few question at college, but they didn't. And why securing his room for investigation? It was like they were trying to hide something... and it all corroborated this statement when he was brought inside of an interrogation room.

Disconcerted, Jason took place on the chair offered by the Chief Officer. Why taking place in here? Were they trying to record his answers? His behaviour?

"We're short on crew tonight, so I'm going to make this fast." The man said with a yawn. "Can you show me an ID to start this up?"

Jason pulled out his driver license and showed it off to the man who wrote down information on a pad while reciting them audibly. Definitely, Jason felt like he was being recorded.

"So, Jason Kelly, 19 years old and from the Quebec Province, I see. That's your parents' address, there?"

"Yes, but I'm staying in a residence here." Jason stated flabbily, handing over his college ID and room key.

"Music, huh?" The old man said with a little smirk, barely seen under his mighty walrus mustache, upon reading the program attended by the teen. "Which instrument?"

"I'm playing bass... wait, how it that any relevant?"

"It's not. I was just curious and trying to make you relax. You look tensed."

Jason blushed. How could he relax? He was brought into a recorded interrogation room without knowing why! However, even if Officer Dial looked imposing and menacing at first, he seemed friendlier than his appearance made up for. At least, that helped Jason relaxing a little bit.

"Played guitar when I was your age. Actually, that's how I persuaded my girl to go out on a date with me and now she's my wife." The man chuckled a little before focusing back on Jason's presence here. "Just to reassure you, you're not under arrest or any serious accusation. However, I have to ask you a few questions regarding your roommate."

"Go on." Jason shrugged.

"Has anything odd happened in the past two weeks or so with Michael Singleton?"

"How is that any relevant?"

"Just answer the question, please."

"Well, apart from being more of an asshole to me, not really..." Jason blurted out bitterly before noticing he was forgetting something important. "Wait... I can't be sure for anything, but... I think he might have taken drugs or something..."

Jason resumed the new addiction for the gym his roommate had developed as well as the odd growth spurt he'd have in a matter of two weeks. He slipped out that Michael had started football and that the coach might be a better person to interrogate regarding his growth over the weeks.

"Maybe I'm just imagining things since I... I..." Jason diminished, his head dropping a little as he blushed and as water came to his eyes.

"Since what?"

"Since I fell for him. Please, don't judge me..."

"Listen up, sonny. I'm here to gather the facts to discover what happened to protect the citizens of this town. I'm not here to judge you..." The officer crooked a smile, trying to cheer up the gloomy student. "That's the judge's job. If I ain't getting paid for it, I'm not doing it."

Jason let out a broken laugh, trying to keep himself from sobbing in front of the man.

"But how is that relevant?" Jason uttered. "I mean... you should be looking for the beast, not for Michael's whereabouts..."

"We're... trying to find out where Michael would be."

"So... Michael might still be alive?" Jason said, his eyes gleaming.

"It's possible, but we'd rather find him before anyone else does... Perhaps, the beast's after him..."

"Heh... with his size, I'd rather feel sorry for the beast." Jason mocked. "If anything, I'd believe Michael's more terrifying than any beast to me."

A slight silence took place. The officer studied Jason's face for a few moment.

"Could you tell more about this beast?" Terrence asked.

"What beast?" Jason frowned.

Terrence didn't answer. Interiorly, he cussed at himself. The idea of someone having turned into a beast was something the police had to muffle up and hide or else the population could go mad. He couldn't let this speculation make its way out to the world, even if people were already rumouring about it. Quickly, he composed himself and proceeded with caution.

"Sorry, I misspoke. I was talking about Michael. Why do you say he looked terrifying to you?"

Jason explained how they spent time together a few times in the first two weeks. He mentioned how they went to the club together a few times and how they worked on their things a few times outside... until the last time Michael went to the club with Kevin. After that, their bond seemed to weaken a little more everyday as his temper grew petulant. It seemed like he was turning a monster.

"It became worse he started hanging out with an old classmate of mine, Leon."

"Leon Lester?"

Jason didn't answer. How would the officer know about Leon? A glint appeared in the officer's eyes like he was knowing something. Jason frowned and proceeded.

"Yes... he's also on the football team with Michael. Perhaps you..."

"Did you know that Leon and Michael were together at the gym when the beast attacked?"

Jason stayed indifferent, unimpressed by this statement. He could almost imagine the embarrassment of the situation: having a monster running into them on their perfect little 'date'.

"No I didn't. Why? Is Leon alright?" He asked out of pure politeness, definitely not out of concern for High School acquaintance.

The session was interrupted as the door opened. Terrence turned around, upset, to see his younger partner look for him anxiously.

"May... may I speak to you for a moment, Chief?" Officer McCoy asked.

"Comin'."

Leaving Jason alone for a moment, the two cops walked out of the room. Jason looked down at his hands. Maybe it was a trick of the lighting, but the hair on his hands seemed a little darker, not to mention that his nails had grown long quite fast since this morning. The thought of Michael assaulting him resurfaced and he couldn't help but feel warm and tingly inside. He wanted nothing else than to never see him again and he was partly hoping for the beast to have ripped his guts apart... and yet, a profound sadness overwhelmed Jason as these dark thoughts eased their way on his consciousness.

The door eventually reopened and Jason looked up at the man who was interrogating him a moment ago. His face clearly showed discouragement and preoccupation.

"We'll have to stop this session, Jason. I... am demanded elsewhere. Just one last question: if you had to guess where Michael would be, where would he run to?"

"At college?"

"Anywhere."

A ping of fear forced Jason to hesitate. He looked at the older man's sudden impatient eyes. It was like he was about to tell a drug addict where he hid his weed stash.

"C'mon, there's a beast on the loose, son!" Terrence hurried him.

There was something menacing about the cop's eyes, like he wasn't truthful to him. Jason came to wonder if this "beast attack" wasn't a set up or something. Without knowing how or why, his senses caught untruthfulness from the Chief. Jason's eyes gleamed a pure yellow tint for a moment before returning to brown. He blatantly answered:

"I don't know, officer."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Timothy had managed to jack off two more times since he came back to his room. Without Kevin here for the weekend, he thought of spending the time alone and perhaps of bringing a couple chicks over to have sex with. However, his beautifully planned night turned sour when his stupid roommate offered to help the nerd out. Now, this sad piece of existence was going to hang out in his room for the weekend while his Kevin got to bang his girl at her parent's. Hell, he was suspecting that fat musician to be gay anyway. How fucking great.

The hours of the morning were ticking by and Timothy couldn't help but browse on his phone through the dating profiles. He tried changing the Sexual Orientation filter back to 'Straight', but he ended up keeping it as 'Bisexual'. Perhaps, the girls all had their best retarded (he meant gay) friend, so maybe that'd open him a few more opportunities? If he showed the girls he wasn't a homophobe, that'd probably help him score, right?

He kept on texting with a few girls, but as the hours went by, it seemed like there were less girls connected and more of those perverted freaks. A few guys had tried contacting him, but he bore no mind, simply not responding. Perhaps that was a dick-move but he wasn't foolish enough to succumb to this ungodly lifestyle.

Maybe it was because he wasn't receiving messages from any girl for now. Maybe it was because of his tired brain. Maybe it was because of his aching libido since the freak assaulted him. Tim opened the message box with a guy whose dating pic was a bare-chested muscled guy on a deck. Unconsciously, Tim licked his lips as his hard-on asserted itself once again. It started with only sending a greeting message back before they established a discussion.

It was then that the door to the room unlocked and that Jason entered, using Kevin's lended key. Tim gasped and threw his phone away, covering himself with his bedsheets in the darkened room.

"Hey, dumbass! Have you ever heard of knocking first?!" Tim jerked, his face a shade of crimson.

Jason glared at him for the insult.

"Can't believe I got to have you here all over the weekend." Tim added, not bothering to hide his seethe.

"Thanks for the welcome."

"Just sayin'."

Jason dropped the bag of clothes the policemen handed out to him for the time they investigate his room. Tim observed him from his bed, idly fondling his boner in discreet perversion.

"You gonna use the bathroom?" Tim asked bitterly, trying to get rid of this imposed roommate.

The newcomer turned and glared at him.

"You know what... yes. I'll take a shower. A fucking, long, shower. I just spent the worst day of my life right now. I need to relax."

"Whatever."

Jason walked into the said room. Finally alone, by himself, he stood there for a few minutes, blankly, then crumbled on the toilet seat in tears. As much as he felt relief for being away from Michael, a fervent sadness overwhelmed him. His heart hurt. His head was spinning. He was angry at himself. Why was he so desperate to hurt the man he loved yet so stricken by the thought he might never see him again? Why did it hurt so much? Was this love?

Traitorous to him, a nasty erection harassed his crotch. Jason was taken aback back the ferocity of his boner. Why couldn't he stop from boning up every now and then? Was it because of what happened this morning with Michael? Was he really liking what he did back then? Yes, he did ejaculate, but that's not what he wanted to be! He wanted to be a man! He wanted to be more assertive! Not to be used to others' content! That was wrong! That was selfish from Michael to have made him feel like that and just plain WRONG! Jason let his shorts fall to the ground, exposing the stubborn hard-on that oppressed him. Why did he feel that way? It throbbed so hard with need that it looked painfully bigger. It constantly reminded him of the way Michael's body touched his that morning. How sensual and sexual... how good...

"Why won't it stop haunting me?" He sobbed in a whisper.

He wanted nothing else than to be alone and think of nothing, especially not Michael. He shook his head in denial and he opened the valve of the shower. He stood and observed his reflection in the mirror. Dark circles surrounded his tired teary eyes. He had a few uneven patches of hair on his chubby cheeks and his downy mustache stood out a touch darker. Hell, he's always had a bit of a light skin tone but right now he looked as livid as a ghost in the mirror, like he was drained out of his life.

Jason made his way for the shower, moving the curtain aside, then walking under the tepid irregularly dripping water. The feeling of lukewarm water soothed the burning skin of the grieving teen. The swinging boner between his legs ebbed a little as worries and stress was washed away like dirt to his being. Without moving and simply delighting himself under the calming water flows, Jason sighed in relief as his tears joined this confined rain.

"What am I going to do, now?"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The sun had since long risen up, almost crossing the zenith. Nevertheless, the tormented musician was still deeply asleep. Curtains blocked the sunlight from entering the room and the lack of a clock alarm prevented Jason from waking up at early hours. Instead, he woke up to a frantic beating sound. In the dimmed room, his weary eyes looked for the source of the noise and he momentarily thought of Michael... until his mind reminded him that he was just gone like the wind. Still, Jason focussed on finding where the sound came from. Turning to his right, he saw his temporary roommate jacking off in his bed overtly without a care in the world.

"What are you doing?" Jason blurted out without thinking.

Tim startled in a scare, hurriedly hiding his dick and glaring at Jason in fury.

"What the fuck?! Were you checking me out, fuckin' freak?!"

A ping of guilt struck Jason, but instead of alimenting his shyness, it started a fire within him.

"Just thought you were trying to give a show." He retorted.

And for once, coming back at someone trying to degrade him... felt good.

"Are you a freakin' fag?"

Jason was about to deny it like he's done so many times in the past. However, the thought of Michael telling him to assert himself resurfaced.

"So what if I am? Are you one?" Jason returned.

Tim stayed there agape, looking back at him with uncertain eyes. Jason sit up on his bed. He felt his gorged penis twitch with need. The thought of Michael eased a place on his mind and, despite everything his ex-roommate did to him, he somehow felt thankful for him to have pushed him to exteriorize himself. To have made him just slightly more assertive in the end. Jason pulled the blanket away from him, exposing the morning wood tenting his underwear to Tim's frightened face. Only wearing a pair of briefs and a t-shirt, Jason couldn't help but feel his boner being confined.

"Fuck you! Everyone knows I'm straight!"

"Riiight." Jason said, rolling his eyes and yawning.

A tensed silence wedged itself awkwardly between the two students.

"I'm straight..." Tim repeated, like he was trying to convince himself. "... but I've been aching for a blowjob."

Intrigued, the musician made a knowing look.

"Are you telling me you'd let me blow you?"

"That's not what I said!" Tim snapped with anger before slowly pushing the sheets away to reveal the throbbing bare pole between his legs aching with need. "But... I guess I could use anyone's mouth right now... Even a guy's, I guess... Just have to imagine you're a girl of course..."

Jason blushed a little, considering the offer. At least, he'd get to choose wether or not he wanted to do it rather than when Michael assaulted him. Plus, he wasn't new to this. He had already done it with a few guys, like Leon, in High School. However, he felt something odd about Tim's behaviour. Why the need to get blown by a guy when a guy like him praised he could fuck any girl?

"C'mon, dweeb, it feels like my balls are going to burst!"

Jason's cheeks reddened furthermore at the sentence... only to end up smiling. Tim was in a desperate need to bust a nut and it was up to him to decide if he'd help the guy out or not. Actually, he felt some kind of power over a someone for once... and he liked it. With a hold on Tim, Jason felt bold enough to make a counteroffer.

"Okay, but on one condition... you must blow me afterward."

The grimace on Tim's face clearly showed his disdain.

"What the fuck, dweeb? I'm no homo."

Jason gulped. He shook a little, not used to interact as boldly as he was doing right now. Nonetheless, he promised himself to become more assertive.

"Alright, then. If you don't blow me, I'm not going to blow you either." Jason blackmailed, raising both hands in the air.

Moving out of his bed, Jason stood and stretched. It was nearing noon, but it was Saturday and the concert was done, so he guess he deserved a little break from playing bass. Still, he had a Music Literature project to work on for the oncoming week, so he figured he'd work on it during the weekend. After yawning and stretching again, Jason fondled his bulging underwear a little before looking in the clothing stash the officers lended him on the previous night. There was an unopened pack of boxer briefs, a few pairs of socks and some shirts and pants. There were only enough for two days, three at most. That would probably be enough before he gets access to his room again.

His room...

If Michael really disappeared, would that mean he'd have the room for himself? A feeling of desolation and sadness suppressed the joy of freedom he wanted to experience. Why couldn't he stop of thinking about Michael?

Jason, lost in his thoughts, wasn't aware that he was undressing in front of his roommate. While the homophobe wanted to express his distaste for the guy's bare ass, he was unable to say anything. His breathing stopped and his heart raced. His boner grew beyond hard as his mind solely focussed on the guy's inviting backdoor. His hand grasped tightly around his erection and he jacked off, almost hypnotized.

Eventually, the wistful musician heard the repetitive squeaking sound of the bed trashing around and he turned out to see Tim masturbating with fervour while looking at him.

"Straight, huh?" Jason ironized, albeit disconcerted by the guy's lewd vigour.

Tim's depraved beating slowed to a stop and he jerked himself out of bed, red as a tomato, and swearing curse upon curse as he rushed into the bathroom. Jason stared open-mouthed at the closed door. Why was he always stuck with weird roommates?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Despite the annoying boner cases Jason depicted since last night, he actually went through most of his work. The Literature paper was done and he had completed his Theory homework for the week. There was still a few exercises for his Music Analysis class to do, but he figured he'd complete them later.

His watch beeped 5 PM and he was ravenous. Being a little chubby and self-conscious, Jason had tried cutting down on food in college. However, ever since he's woken up this morning, he felt his insides gurgle and strive for food... especially juicy meat. He's eaten more than his usual portion at lunch and he was now starving like he's not eaten anything in the past two days. After stretching and yawning, Jason pulled down his shirt over his tummy. Oddly enough, it didn't stuck out as much as it used to, but the shirt still struggled to cover all the way down to his waist. He grumbled a little. The clothes handed to him didn't seem to fit properly and he couldn't wait to get his things back.

Logging off from his student account on the school network, Jason was about to leave the library for the cafeteria when his cellphone buzzed a few times by the library computer. It was an unknown number.

'Got your numb from Kev'

'Its Tim'

'Need a bj'

'Now'

'Cmon'

Jason's face turned red as he chuckled. His boner hardened anew, threatening to break through his pants from his constant denial since the previous day. He could use a blowjob as well.

'Only if you blow me'

The musician shut his phone's screen and tenderly fondled his tent. This felt like a game of cat and mouse. Closing his eyes and repressing a moan, he could feel himself starting to leak into his underwear. Jason's eyes suddenly opened and he stopped his rubbing in mid-motion. He shook his head. Why was he so horny all of a sudden? Where did these thoughts come from? He was in a library for fuck's sake! The erection died down slowly as he recomposed himself and walked out of the room without giving a look at anyone in shame. Maybe he just needed a good wank, that's all...

As he walked toward the cafeteria, he felt his phone buzz a couple times. That was probably Timothy trying to reach him out, but he didn't check. Maybe eating would ease out his mind. Maybe...

BANG!

Jason saw stars and fell to the ground by an intersection, landing on his ass. With a complaint, he rubbed his hurting butt.

"I should really watch my step on corners..." He mumbled to himself.

"Oops! Sorry, bro!" A voice said to him.

Jason looked up and saw the expanse of a beer belly stretching taut an all-American shirt covered in white stars. The bulky guy helped him up to his feet and Jason blushed that this keg-sized man was actually shorter than him and not wasn't even fazed by the collision.

"Hey! You're Ja-Ja right?" This stranger asked.

"Ja-Ja...? Yes, I'm Jason... and you are?"

"You don't remember me? I'm Eric, bro! Leon's roommate!"

"Oh... right... I think... I remember you, now... You were at the club for the Back-to-School, right?"

"Right on, bro!"

"I can't believe you actually remember me... I thought you were drunk..."

"I'm good at memorizing things, especially when I'm drunk!" Eric smirked confidently. "Heh, I've got to be good at something else than sports to be in college, right?"

"I guess..."

"By the way, have you seen Leon? I haven't seen him since yesterday."

"Why would I?"

"He went off with your roomie, so I thought... you'd have seen him? He doesn't even answer to my texts."

Events from the previous night resurfaced to Jason and his face grew blank... and a sudden thought hit him. Why was he, Michael's roommate, brought to the police station for questions while Eric, Leon's roommate, was none the wiser?

"Have you... not seen the cops or something?"

Eric's face filled with concern, as if he anticipated to hear bad news. The growling of Jason's stomach reminded him of his wolfish hunger.

"No... why would I? Did something happen?" The bulky guy asked.

"I'd... better tell you while I eat something..."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The cafeteria rush hour was a show on its own. Even though it was much less of a crowd on weekends, the number of students coming by was still impressive. The canteen workers were serving plates after plates like relentless machines, making sure everyone was served as fast as possible. While the food quality was not as good as for a restaurant's, the portions were generous and flavourful, maybe a little too salty though. While there was a few counters with different varieties of food, most were closed during the weekends and thus Jason opted to go with the sole main counter and today's special: meatballs in gravy with potatoes and basmati rice.

With two servings on his tray, Jason walked alongside with Eric to a free table. While telling Eric what Jason knew from last night at the cafeteria, the atmosphere surrounding the two guys grew gloomy. Eric's appetite actually dropped upon hearing the news and he was shocked to see Jason binge like he's been stuck on a lone island for years. Sure, Jason had a little paunch around the middle, but Eric feared that if he'd eat like him he'd turn into a blimp by the end of the semester. Two plates eaten, Jason asked Eric if he was going to finish the rest of his plate. Dismissively, Eric gave it to him. Only then did Eric noticed that Jason was bulkier than he thought: the t-shirt he wore looked snug around his shoulders, contouring his upper chest and arms nicely.

"I don't know if Leon's at the police station or at the hospital right now though." Jason said as he finished telling what he knew.

"Then, that's probably why there wasn't any today..." Eric muttered.

"Any what?"

"Practice. We shoulda had football practice this morning, but we've had a mail from coach saying it was canceled."

"Well, the gym aisle is said to be under investigation or something, I think... I'm surprised you didn't know."

"Heh, I might be on the football team, but I'm not a gym musclehead like Leon or Michael. Just going there two mornings a week, and not on football days!" Eric laughed aloud, his belly shaking as he did so.

However, Jason didn't look happy or in the mood to laugh so Eric stopped goofing around. He gave the Music student a friendly tap on the back.

"Change the face, Ja-Ja. You look all depressed."

Jason shivered upon the contact of that guy's hand on his back, then shrugged indifferently.

"Say, bro. You wanna come at my place? I've got a shitload of games that could change your mind."

"Is that why you play games? To escape the inevitable reality and to repress your sorrows?" Jason said absentmindedly, a heartache paining his chest.

Eric frowned at him.

"Duuuude... you think way too much."

"Sorry... but yeah, I think it'd be good."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Jason hadn't spend a good time like this in a while. Not really a fanatic of video games like Eric was, he still managed to have fun. The room was warm and a faint musk of testosterone and booze vitiated the atmosphere. Still, it was bearable after they've opened the window. Rain was pouring down outside and the sound of droplets hitting the ground calmed the tension Jason had felt during the previous days. The musician, growing hot and sweating, eventually pulled off the shoes from his feet and even removed the socks to let them take some air, encouraged by Eric who carelessly did the same. By the middle of the evening, the footballer had taken his geek t-shirt away and played only in his shorts. He offered Jason to do the same, but the musician politely declined.

"Suit yourself, bro."

Eventually, Jason did remove his shirt as it seemed to cling more to his sweaty skin. Pulling it off, he accidentally popped a few seams doing so under his armpits. Eric's eyebrows lifted up in shock, surprised to see that Jason really had some definition. His shoulders weren't big per se, but they stood out just a little bit more than the average guy. Even the chest stuck out a little, like he's started working on it not too long ago. There was still an apparent softness to his frame and with the hair sticking out nicely over his livid skin, Jason looked... a little bearish.

Hours went by faster than they could see them pass. It was close to 11 PM and Eric offered to launch another co-op game when Jason refused. The musician's eyes were sore after a few hours of gaming, especially after having spent the afternoon in front of a computer to work on his assignments. He stated he'd just head back to his room, take a shower and get to sleep.

"Not bad, for a noob!" Eric teased playfully, taking a sip at his beer can.

Jason smiled sincerely.

"Thanks for tonight, it really helped to soften the mood." He said, grateful.

"Anytime, bro!"

Jason flashed him a smirk and went to put his t-shirt, then his socks, then his shoes... only to find out these last ones were constraining. Disconcerted, he wondered if he had a blister or a wound, but his foot didn't seem to have any obvious injury. Looking inside the footwear, he didn't notice any presence of an undesirable object inside either. Perhaps he was just a little more tired than he thought...

"S'something the matter?" Eric asked.

"No... just a rock in my shoe." Jason lied, pushing his foot in.

The tightness of the shoe was definitely uncomfortable, but it wasn't painful. He pushed his second foot inside the other shoe and stood up. Eric showed him his fist and urged him for a bro fist, one that Jason did with a coy smirk, blushing. They exchanged goodbyes and Jason left. Walking in the residence corridors, the tormented musician felt his mind at peace, finally.

However, the minute he entered inside the room he shared with Tim, a powerful scold at him brought him out of his peaceful cloud to the brutal reality. The room reeked of spunk and sex. Jason hesitated to walk further into the chaotic apartment, his gait slowing to a stop. Tim was standing by his bed with an angry swollen erection atop a set of swollen, almost bluish, tangerine sized-balls.

"Where WERE you?! I texted you over a hundred times, you fuckin' piece of shit!" Tim scolded.

Jason actually grew scared at the man's fury. Tim's eyes were red like he's just smoked weed and his face was covered in unkept stubble. While Jason remembered Tim being slightly taller than him, they now stood at an even height, making him wonder if he was actually slouching.

"What? Ca... calm down!" Jason hushed him, closing the door behind him not to attract attention.

"You wanted a blowjob? Then you'll fuckin' get one, you sick fuck! But first... SUCK... ME... OFF!"

"I'm the sick fuck?" Jason ironically thought, making a step back in apprehension.

"Come here, fat fuckin' freak! Get a taste of what a real man's like!"

Revolt racked Jason, making his blood boil as if trying to douse his fear away. He was shaking. Even if Michael had assaulted him and acted like an ass in the past days, he's never called him degrading names, nor gave him degrading orders, with a such a spiteful ferocity.

"Faster than that, fuckin' fag!"

Jason's ears slightly flickered. His face hardened. His muscles tensed.

"Call me a fag one more time and I'll call security!" Jason declared with a frown, albeit trembling.

"Ughh... fuckin'... faggot..." He moaned, jacking off like a madman whose eyes seemed to bulge out with addicted toxicity.

Jason gasped as the homophobe suddenly rushed toward him like a bull at a red cape. Tim hammered him against the wall before he could do anything. Sounded, Jason was then forced to slip down the wall with Tim's pressing hands on his shoulders until he was eye-level with the over eight inches swollen dick. The hard-as-steel rod was spewing precum over his face and the homophobe forced it between Jason's lips. Using his stronger bulk to his advantage, Tim cried in bliss as the moistness and warmth of a mouth surrounded the tip of his aching cock. In ecstasy, he forced every inch of it to slip inside the warm entrance. Jason tried getting away, his legs and arms trashing around, trying to get him free. However, Tim knocked his head against the wall, locking him in place as he used his mouth like a derisory fuck-hole.

"Stop moving around, freak! You're gay, so you like having a dick in your mouth!" Tim mocked with an ornery laugh.

Tim moaned. It felt so good. It's been so long since he gave his cock proper stimulation. He didn't want to admit it, but he's never felt as much energy, as much pleasure and as much relief in sex as to what forcing a man into submission gave him. Girls would sue him and try to denounce him for using them as simple fuck-holes... but having a fag servicing him was even better. "That was what fags serve for, right?" Or so he thought. He could feel the fag below him gagging, trying to move his head away. Tim laughed maniacally. He didn't care wether or not Jason was breathing. That thing was nothing: a stupid little fag. Him, he was the superior, manly, alpha male. A little pain hit his cock. Tim gasped and slapped without compassion at Jason's face.

"Watch your fuckin' teeth, fag! Or I'll bust them all out!"

Tears ran down Jason's face. His newfound confidence and assertiveness had led him to this: being assaulted again. And thus, he just waited and prayed for this to get over as soon as possible. He closed his wet eyes tightly. The profanities and degrading names Tim threw at him echoed on his mind like an unending, psychedelic, maelstrom.

The cock inside his mouth swelled a little, especially at the base, forcing his lips to stretch to their maximal capacity, and it unleashed its seed. Tim cried in bliss, jerking his hips so that his shaft was buried as deep as possible down Jason's gullet, knocking the poor guy's head against the wall one more time. The fag's lips were wrapped tightly around his virile manly cock. "Fuck yeah..."

Nausea filled Jason as his stomach was filled with semen, almost making him throw up in cue as the taste started to make him retch. A stinging sensation hit the man in submission as it felt like Tim's fingers were trying to bury the nails inside his scalp.

"Fuckin' fag." Tim mocked cockily as he went to pull out of Jason's abused and slobbery mouth. "What the..."

Upon pulling out, Tim actually felt lodged inside Jason's mouth.

"What a slut... can't get... enough! Fuck! Let me... out already! Ugh!" Tim jerked back, plopping his cock out of the musician's mouth... only to find his cock adopting an odd shape.

The uncut cock he was so proud to showoff was no more. Instead, there was not trace of foreskin nor glands. The organ was unified in a thick pole of flesh which now tapered slightly into a foreign point. Moreover, its colour seemed to have changed from a plain beige to a deep red. Tim let out a frightened scream, thinking his cock had suddenly went bloody and eaten out... but there were not trace of blood or injury. It was just a big red pointed dick with a bubbly base almost the size of a tangerine.

"What... the fuck did you do to me, fucking freak of nature?!" Tim cried in tremor, feeling the improved size of his much more sensitive organ.

The man whose cock had dramatically changed ran to the one he despised and pushed his deformed organ on his face, crying insults at him.

"Fuckin' freak! You gave me a freak cock! Freak! Freak!"

Jason shivered in conflicted emotions. Fear and sadness, anger and revolt, aggressiveness and torment. No. He didn't want this. He wasn't this. His heartbeat increased. His muscles tensed. A grunt escaped his sore throat. His hands clenched into fists, his nails darkening and thickening slightly. His brown eyes opened, taking a slightly golden-brown hue.

"No..." He grumbled.

Tim glared to him with disgust.

"What did you say?!"

An odd stretching and cracking sound was heard through the room as Jason stood up, now looking slightly down at Tim with raging eyes. Timothy's mouth opened in dread. He stepped back in cowardice.

"I'm NOT a freak!" Jason bellowed, his canines sharpening faintly.

Just then, he jumped at Tim, bringing him on the guy's bed. He trapped the homophobe under his bulk, sitting square on his chest. As he tried jerking himself free, Tim was oblivious to his chest hair thickening and slightly pushing out, his shoulders cracking and widening. Too enraged, Jason failed to notice as well.

"Get off from me, you fuckin' gay freak!" Tim wrestled, trying to get away.

"NO!" He asserted, pinning the unkind student.

Barriers broke. Pent up rage for years of hiding himself, of being weaker than everyone else, of redoubting his capacities... Jason had enough of that. His thoughts left Michael's rudeness and travelled back farther, rooting deeper into his burdened core, going to his younger teen years. Despicable and mean behaviours of his parents, of his family, of his neighbourhood, regarding homosexuality started as a fire to the straw... and now the whole barn was caught in the devastating fire.

Rumours of him being a closeted homosexual in Middle School had hunted him. Bullies calling him names, his surroundings growing suspicious, people glaring at him when he attended church with his parents... he despised all of them... and threw that rage at the guy who literally just raped him without mercy.

Jason's wood was throbbing hard, soaking his garments with precum. He spent over 36 hours without a wank... and, true to his words, he was going to shove his load down this homophobe's throat.

"Get off! Get off! Someone, help me!" Tim cried in vain, his plaints muffled from the weight of the guy on his chest.

The nausea resurfaced and Jason groaned in pain. His hands went for his pants and pulled them opened, popping the button free and breaking the zipper. He cried in relief as his throbbing pole swelled beyond the size of any previous boners he had, flopping out of the too-small briefs. Pinning Tim down, Jason aimed his cock for the guy's mouth. Tim yelled again, trying to get as far away as he could from the rod.

"Wait, I thought because you're a fag, you're supposed to like dicks?!" Jason retorted sarcastically with a breaking voice, the pitch cracking slightly before settling a little deeper.

"I'm not a fa_aagagaga_..." Tim tried to say as Jason pushed his dick in.

"Suuure."

Jason basked his head back in pleasure. Even though he's blown a guy more than once before, it was actually the first time he was on the receiving end and it felt fantastic. Firmly, but not carelessly like Tim did, he seized the sucker's head in guidance for pace, deepness and tenderness. He wouldn't be the same profiteer Tim was and he would do it like anyone with a bit of sympathy would. Remarkably, the cocksucker calmed down as precum filled his mouth and as his nose buried into the musky bush of Jason's crotch. Each further blow seemed to slowly get Tim more into it. After settling the pace, Jason eased his grip on the sucker's head who was now actively doing it without guidance. The receiver whimpered, trying to keep himself from cumming... but he couldn't bare the pleasureful sensations anymore. Jason moaned as he shot his long awaited load down the so-called straight guy's throat.

Greedily, Tim gulped down a bit of the cum... until his mind reminded him what he was doing. In an attempt to pull himself free, his shoulders cracked a little and widened furthermore, his back flaring out. Upon feeling the guy gagging and retching under him, Jason pulled his cock out in compassion and Tim pushed him away with all his newly increased might. Jason fell on his back on the bed, between Tim's legs. The musician's turmoil of emotions eased down. He let Tim push his legs away as the guy ran for the bathroom to throw up. Simply, Jason accepted this afterglow as an offering for his body after all he's gone through. He basked in delight as if time had stopped. Nothing else mattered and, for a quiet time, Jason had forgotten about Michael.

"I hope you're fuckin' glad, now? Fag freak?! Look at what you've done to me!" Tim yelled at him, wiping his mouth with his arm while pointing the absurd inhuman red dick swinging between his legs with his other hand.

Jason looked back at him, spent and tired. Idly scratching at his hairy balls, he eased his way out of Tim's bed. Standing, Jason noticed that he definitely looked down to meet Tim's unsettled eyes. The homophobe's frame had spread out wider while the musician had stretched taller. What was only patches of stubble on Jason's chubby cheeks before had filled in better, closing the unwanted gaps. While Tim had the advantage muscle-wise again, Jason looked definitely bulkier than before. His soft middle had receded a little more, or perhaps the fat had simply distributed itself differently over his longer torso. His once moderately hairy chest had thickened up in density, both muscle-wise and hair-wise, looking like he's trained at the gym for a while even though he never did. Taking a deep breath and puffing his chest unconsciously, Jason looked down at the petrified Tim with menacing predator-like eyes.

"Stop acting like an asshole... or next time this FAG's going to tear your asshole apart."