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A wolf in the frat - Chapter 5 - Afflictions

By Reaping

The immobile spotlights pointing directly at the stage had heated up the room. The sound test had taken longer than planned and thus the practice eternized past the usual end of classes. The midterm concerts were coming by quickly and Jason's first semester band were the guinea pigs who had to set the stage. Jason's fingers were slippery, wet with sweat and his fellow musicians weren't spared either. The worst must have been Andrei, the Russian drummer. Actually, he had removed his soaked shirt during the evening because of its stickiness.

Finally, the band teacher dismissed the well-tested musicians to leave for the night. Jason unclasped his bass off the strap and put it inside the case.

"Doing anything tonight, Jason?" The drummer asked him, taking his pairs of drum sticks inside his backpack with his music sheets.

"I... thought I'd just get some sleep. We have music theory tomorrow morning and a concert tomorrow night..."

"Meh... The guitarists wanted to smoke and chill at Vincent's place. Wanna come too?"

"I... never mind. I need my night of sleep."

"Dude, just skip class tomorrow. We're probably going to be to wasted for Mrs Lavender class anyway..."

"No thanks. Have a good night, Andrei."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Aye! Ja-Ja!" A drunken voice called out.

Jason focused on his environment, snapping out of his thoughts, as he noticed Leon going in the opposite direction as him. What was he doing in this part of the campus? His room was on the far other end. Still, trying not to look like an ass, Jason stopped in his tracks to chat with his High School friend.

"Hey, Leon, what are you doing here?"

The odour of booze and sex hit Jason's nose but he bore no mind. The grin upon Leon's face stretched like he just was the happiest man in the world. "What a goof."

"A' jus' spent a good time with yar roomie Michael! Ya've gat a roomie beast, ya lucky shortie!"

Jason's synapses short-circuited: "What?"

"...what?"

"Tha guy knows how tah handle his dick! A'd go again, but Michael's asleep, naw!"

An increase of Jason's heartbeat made his whole body shiver uncontrollably like he had just plunged into cold freezing water.

"What... what are you talking about?!" Jason blurted out, his face growing red and his whole body shaking.

"We've jast fawwked! Say, if ya wanna swap room wit' me somtime, whenevar, matey!"

Jason's face reddened further. Sweat pearled on his forehead. His jaw trembled as silent words stuttered out incomprehensibly. His fists tightened around his bass case and his binder as a new sentiment burned at his core.

Jealousy.

"Say, matey, wanna blow me like ya did in High School? A' could really use a..."

Jason's eyes watered and grew furious. He did blow Jason and a few guys back in High School, but if Leon wanted to use him for a blowjob right now, after telling him he just fucked with the guy he was attracted to (perhaps that he loved), he would told him to fuck off in hell. With the lack of response from Jason, Leon approached him carelessly, trying to wrap his bulky arm around his shoulders when the smaller guy moved away.

"Don't touch me! Get out of my way!" Jason furiously yelled.

"Gee, matey, calm down, A' jus'..."

"Leave me alone!"

Jason left in a fury, controlled by a new feeling within him. His thoughts at Michael turned sour and spiteful. Each steps forward felt like the floor would crumble under him as his emotions darkened. Jason detested its very being, wanting nothing more in that very moment than to take his life away. Thoughts of his religious parents rebuking him for not having a girlfriend and suspecting his homosexuality devoured him. If it were just for him, he'd have cried all the tears of his body thinking the guy he was attracted to would be forever lost to him, but he wouldn't cry. The corrupted jealousy fed off his anger and it braked him from draining his eyes.

The moment Jason reached his the door to his room, he slammed it opened and stormed inside the room in tantrum, hitting the lights on without a care in the world for Michael. The sleeping teen groaned out of his sleep, mumbling something incomprehensible. Jason, wishing to wake up his roommate out of spite, threw his binder on the drawers and dropped noisily his bass case on the ground, making sure the noise would also wake up the neighbours.

"Mind dropping the noise a little, Jason?" Michael muttered, half-asleep.

Jason looked back at him with his gleamy eyes filled in treason. He wanted to keep the wrath inside, but his increasing heartbeat and his watering eyes got the better of him.

"You had sex with Leon?!"

"Why asking?"

"Because you're acting like a fucking oblivious moron!" Jason cried, swearing.

"Why do you care who I have sex with? I'm not your fucking boyfriend!"

Jason petrified. Michael's face was obscured from this new intense beard he had grown in the past month, yet he couldn't help remembering the same old friend he's developed feelings for. Upon looking at him, Jason couldn't keep them in. The anger of his cold icy heart melted down like to his sunshine, bruised. Tears started running down his cheeks.

"No you're not... but..."

"But what?"

"I didn't know you were gay... and I..."

"I'm bi."

"So... so what?! I mean... I wanted to..."

"Are you jealous I fuck guys and you're not?"

There was a hint of cockiness and contempt to Michael's tone.

"What? No! I'm... I'm just..."

"Hey, I've known you were gay for a while, so stop denying it!"

Michael's bothered face daunted Jason's horrified face upon hearing this heart-stabbing declaration.

"I'm... I'm not..."

"See?! That's why you won't ever get with a guy! You can't even accept yourself how you are! How would anyone accept you if you don't accept yourself?!"

"Michael... I'm... I'm sorry! You're..." Jason blurted out amid sobs. "You're right... I'm gay... I just..."

"Good. Now that you've admitted it, just accept and embrace it..."

His words got lost in his sobs. In acceptance, Jason nodded weakly. Michael glared at him. Some part of him perceived Jason like a stray child... or rather a stray pup that needed some guidance. Michael shook his head in exhaustion.

"... and fucking close the lights."

Jason hit the switch off and went for his bed. Even if the stickiness of his sweaty skin was unbearable to the point he wanted to take a shower, his torrential emotions changed his mind. In the dark of the room, Jason dropped off his shorts and even threw away his t-shirt. Only in underwear, he went for his bed when a cold sticky dampness made him startle with a gasp.

"What... the heck!?"

Hurriedly, Jason jumped off the bed and went to open the lights again to Michael's dissatisfaction.

"What is it, again?" Michael groaned.

"What the... my bed... it's all wet!"

"Oh, right... it must be when Leon and I fucked earlier."

"WHA... WHAAAT?! Not only did you just fucked my High School classmate, but you ALSO fucked... fucking him in MY bed?!"

"Hey! Are you going to calm down?!" Michael snapped, jumping out of his bed unsteadily.

"No! You're an asshole! I can't believe I... that I..." Jason stifled, shaking and red.

Michael, more imposing than ever before, stood before Jason with his inhuman yellowed eyes. Jason used to stand at an average height of five feet nine, just below Michael on September first. Sharing the same room everyday for a whole month, Jason had witnessed Michael's physical changes better than anyone else. The guy who grew to become a close friend in the first two weeks of college had changed into... a monster. Standing well above six feet tall, Michael had to push past six feet and a half. More so, the width of his frame made him look wider than a door with almost literal carpets of fur covering his ridiculous muscles. This was beyond bodybuilding. Michael looked like a guy who's been on steroids and testosterone injections for a long time.

"Repeat that, again?!" Michael's deeper voice boomed.

"You... you're... you are..."

Jason was losing it again. His eyes fell in the beastly hair that hugged his roommate's gargantuan frame. Wherever he looked, everything screamed masculinity. The pecs, the abs, the mat of hair, the arms, the junk... Jason almost fainted looking at the fat bare snake between Michael's legs. It looked... odd, even without taking the size in consideration. The flesh looked a bit redder and the glans had an unnatural narrowness to it. At its base, the flesh looked thicker and was covered in an unusual pelt of hair.

"Say it, Jason! Unless your faggot mouth can't do it?!"

While Michael's tone depicted revolted rage, it felt like he was urging Jason to snap back at him, coaching him to. As much as Jason felt the flames within him rise, a ping of fear tormented him. He didn't want that. He didn't want to be angry at Michael anymore and still, right now, he hated him like he's never hated anyone in his saint dear life before.

Jason closed his eyes momentarily, forcing himself to shut down Michael's image from his emotional mind and took a deep breath. He felt compelled to cry again, but he just wouldn't cave in. He reopened them, stern, and finally said it.

"You're an asshole, Michael."

He was ready for the pummelling of his life. Jason would have closed his eyes but he didn't want to let Michael feel his fear. Shaking, he still focussed on keeping his piercing gaze into Michael's eyes. The bigger guy had his muscles tensed. Both teens looked at each other menacingly for a few moments... until Jason's watery eyes broke the strong shared glare again.

Jason turned around, keeping his head high, and felt his bed. He spotted the wet spots and figured he'd that he'd just have to put a towel. He didn't want to do laundry tonight. The thought of leaving and heading to the night with the musicians tempted him, but his rationality transcended his emotions. As much as he would have wanted to drink and smoke his sorrows away, he knew he had to keep his feet on the ground and respect his schedule.

"If it weren't for that I have class tomorrow morning and a concert tomorrow night, I'd probably sleep elsewhere." Jason soliloquized, indifferent if Michael was listening or not.

Still, he went for his nightstand, opened the drawers and checked absent-mindedly for his belongings. Meanwhile, Michael kept looking at him with his wild, yet disconcerted, eyes without moving a single limb.

"First hour in the morning, I'll ask for a room transfer." Jason blankly declared, snapping the drawers shut with a towel in hand.

Michael stayed silent, his tired mind having a hard time keeping him up. While his instincts had toughened up his personality, pieces of his old self showed back through the physical layer that had developed in the past weeks.

"I guess... that's what you want, right?" Jason said, his voice shaking a little.

Like a knife stabbing through his human heart, Michael's intimidating frame suddenly struggled to stand.

"No more me to bother you anymore. Perhaps, it's for your best..." Jason grieved, spreading out with his trembling hands the bath towel on the damp part of his bed. "... and for mine as well."

Jason climbed on his bed, making sure to settle his alarm clock on his phone before putting it on the nightstand. He gave another look toward the man his heart fell for the first day they met. For a brief moment, he believed he saw the same look and eyes Michael's kind-hearted face depicted on the first day of school. Jason struggled not to burst into tears, and turned around to face away, tears running down his heartbroken face.

"Then you can get your fuck-buddy, boyfriend or whatever Leon is, to come in with you."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was not until dawn that Michael woke up. The dreams he's had had done a good job making his cock throb and swell all the way up. His eyes opened up slowly as his hips started bucking up and down. He could feel the somewhat sensitive glans rubbing against the underside of the blanket. His right hand moved toward the outstanding tower. The fingers coursed through the dense hair surrounding the crotch in a relieving massage until they stretched and grasped firmly around the base of his aching cock. If anything, it did look bigger yet again.

His hand worked on autopilot and grasped the rod tenting his bed sheets. He felt hot and a little sweaty, but the cool air that hit his feet felt like a veil of bliss. He frowned and readjusted himself on his bed, noticing with fearful concern his feet slipped past the bed end... and they didn't look as he remembered them. His nails had darkened and thickened considerably, jutting out into points looking menacingly close to sharp claws. He knew he should call the police, he knew he should tell Leon, he knew shouldn't have hurt Jason...

Jason.

His head turned toward his sleeping roommate. A parcel of him tormented his consciousness with remorseful guilt. With his mind well-rested and his raging wood, Michael's feelings conflicted. Some part of him wanted to apologize and beg for forgiveness at Jason. His actions were uncontrolled and only instinctive and, deep down, he knew it. Never he would have wanted to hurt him in the first place but these new feelings of irritability, cockiness and uncaring lust were going stronger everyday. In opposition to his amiable core, the stronger part of him was as bothered by the unassertiveness of this man as much as by that aching erection between his legs.

Michael smirked.

Growing wild, his eyes depicted malice. Actually, Jason HAD asserted himself to him on the previous night. That poor gay teen thought running away would be for the best. What a bore... Discreet as a wolf, Michael stepped out of his creaking bed like a predator surrounding his prey. The pell-mell thoughts of his conflicted personality interlaced and fused. He would work for Jason's forgiveness: the miserable little man was gay anyway...

On his back, Jason's snores indicated his dormant consciousness. An animalistic grin stretched upon Michael's mischievous expression. The almost footlong morning wood that pointed straight forward leaked a little at the thought. In one single motion, Michael pulled away the sheet that covered the unaware man. With surprising agility, he stretched a leg over the sleeping roommate, the bed creaking and shifting a little at the added weight. Jason's snores stopped for a moment and Michael knew Jason would wake up soon. Therefore, he climbed on the bed, having both of his trunk-like thighs on either sides of Jason's legs. The poor guy looked so small under him.

Jason mumbled something, easing out of his sleep until he startled at the heavy weight resting on his thighs and the fleshy limb rubbing against his soft abdomen. With a surprised cry, Jason's eyes opened suddenly. He barely took the time to capture what was happening that the immense weight of his beastly roommate started gyrating against him.

"Rise and shine, Jason!" Michael grinned, feeling his roommate boner filling in under his outrageous cock.

"Mi... Michael?! Get... get off from me!"

"Hush now... I'm trying to make it up to you after last night."

"Wha... what?!" Jason blurted out incoherently, lost, adrenaline rushing in as if the fire alarm had gone off.

"There, there, wouldn't it be better to take them off?" Michael asked with a malicious smirk.

Standing over Jason on his knees, Michael used his thick, slightly clawed hands to tear Jason's boxer-briefs apart, taking out the hard six inches erection trapped in there. Jason wiggled under his bulk, which only made Michael chuckle louder.

"What are you doing, Jason? Don't you like THIS?" Michael teased, emphasizing the question by frotting his footlong boner against Jason's erection in a thrusting motion.

"Nnghh... Michael... please... stop..." Jason weakly said.

"You don't want me to stop, don't you?"

"Please... just let me... go..."

Michael's humping kept on and on against Jason's shivering body. More and more, precum spewed out and out over Jason's moderately torso, spreading over the little flab of his belly and reaching his undeveloped chest. As much as Jason's body relished and screamed "hallelujah" at Michael's naked body rubbing against him, his mind admonished him he was literally sexually assaulted.

"Mi... Michael...! Stop! I'm... I'm not...!" Jason moaned.

Not only was the amount of precum unsettling, but Michael's inhuman cock scared him. It was unbelievably big and its shape had distorted beyond human normality. Still, Michael didn't say anything. The goofy grin on his face stretched as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

With barely a warning, Michael's hips bucked and stopped as cumshot after cumshot painted Jason's trapped body. White flows snaked across the musician's torso with the heat of molten lava. Jason cried aloud as he ejaculated as well, his small load in comparison joining with Michael's ridiculous one. The big guy eventually burst out in laughter upon seeing his roommate's torso covered in his seed, like he's just marked him his and his only, egoistically.

"Happy, now?" Michael boomed with a hint of mockery.

Jason's face burned red, overwhelmed humiliation. Michael eased himself out of the bed and stretched up, actually having his hands hitting the ceiling as he did so. Instantly, Jason jerked out of his cum-soiled bed and threw himself at Michael out of pure anger.

"You're an asshole! A fucking asshole! I can't believe you actually assaulted me in my sleep! You're... you're...!"

Michael chuckled at Jason trying to take him down and punch him. That was a part of Jason he'd never seen before and it surprised him. It even excited him. It felt like the real Jason was coming out and he knew exactly how to force him out. Furtively, Michael scooped a handful of his cum from across Jason's torso and shoved his coated fingers inside his roommate's agape mouth. Jason stopped in his movements for a while, processing what was happening... and finding out that he didn't like the taste of cum at all.

"Bleh! Yuck! What the fuck! Michael! Yuck! That's it... I can't... bear it anymore! Yuck!" Jason spluttered, coughing up and rushing for the bathroom.

As wicked as it was, Michael's smile stretched wider on his lips. He knew he condemned Jason and that it would be only a time question for when Jason's true form would come out now.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The waiting line at the registrar was already a few dozens of rushed and impatient students long. The midterms were coming by and there were already a few too many students demanding class abandonments. After the sexual assault from his roommate this morning, Jason felt a new energy filling him... with hatred. He was gay, he had fallen for his roommate... but what Michael had done to him this morning was beyond what he ever anticipated. He wanted to fill harassment reports, put Michael on the blacklist and never hear from him ever again... but he couldn't help himself from feeling sad again. He loved Michael and he'd never want to hurt him anyhow... but that was as much as he could take. For the sake of his studies, he had to back away and distance himself from this toxic relationship.

"Hey, dawg (Jason, was it?), tell me I ain't imaginin' things... Michael went shit-nuts, right? He ain't comin' to class anymore."

Jason turned, noticing Kevin sitting by him with a number in hand. He looked at him passively, but couldn't bear keeping his sadness upon thinking about his soon-to-be-ex-roommate.

"I thought... the same thing. I don't know what kind of... drug or thing he got himself into, but... I can't continue like this."

Stern, Jason added:

"I'm going to change room."

To Jason's gloomy attitude, Kevin tried changing the subject.

"So, ya're playin' tonight?"

"Yeah..."

"Then perhaps, ya shoul'n't think 'bout that today, bro."

"Not that I haven't tried it."

"Not easy, bro, I know. Hey! How 'bout ya come wit' me and my girl to change yer mind a bit?"

"Sorry, I've got a class this morning... if this line's ever going to finish."

Jason looked down at this number: 29. He looked up at the screen displaying the numbers and the counters to head to. They barely passed 10. Jason sighed in discouragement.

"When's yer class?"

"In five minutes."

"Guess ya shoulda head to class, bro. That'll change yer mind better than sittin' here all day."

"I guess you're right, Kevin."

"Nah, bro, call me Kev."

"Alright then... see you at the concert, then."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Timothy jacked off for the second time since he's woken up. Nonetheless, his sore cock ached for another load. To his desperation, with the last girl he's tried pinning up, his penis turned limp the moment he went for her pussy. Humiliated, he was laughed at by the girl. Moreover, Timothy became the laughingstock of his fraternity. Some girls turned on him calling him a wannabe-straight homosexual, to his deep enragement.

He's tried returning to the nearby club, reopened, but he was instantly recognized and mocked at for his degrading adventure.

"Bitches! They're all fucking dumb bitches!" Timothy slandered with misogyny.

It all started back when the freak assaulted him in the bathroom two weeks ago. Timothy believed they should castrate and hung those perverted gays. They were abominations and shouldn't exist at all. Hell, he blamed the fucker for his misfortune! His teacher didn't accept his postpone demand for his work the night he was brutally harassed but this gay freak. The results: a big fat "F" mark in red.

Timothy scratched furiously at his two-days stubble. His hormones were beyond the roof and his aching need to fuck was giving him the blue balls. Since he couldn't get laid with the ladies through casual flirt, he opted to make himself a dating app profile to find pussy.

Sex? Male. Age? 19. Orientation? Tim hesitated for a moment and grew furious at himself for it. Why was he hesitating? He was straight! Why was there an 'orientation' question anyway? It was like encouraging people who weren't straight! Encouraging those disgusting retards! Abomination! Timothy threw his phone away in revolt, blood boiling in his veins, even reaching to his inflating cock. Angry, he cursed and squeezed the life out of his boner, pumping it again and again in mindless devotion.

A few minutes later, Tim groaned as his big hairy ballsack contracted and as semen shot out a copious load of cum yet again. Recollecting himself slowly, Tim unclenched his fiercely wrapped hand around his impressive eight inches erection, feeling a cramp in his hand. Damn it... because girls refused to have sex, he was going to get a fucking tendinitis from jacking off. With some of the frustration evaporated, he went back to his phone and grudgingly continued completing his profile on the dating app.

Profile pic? He'd use the pic his father had taken of him with a hunting gun and the deer they hunted last summer. Yeah, he was masculine as shit. The girls would wet their panties. Ah. On this take, he looked buff. Perfect. Maybe adding a couple extras pics on his page would lure more of those pathetic bitches in heat. Maybe one of his abs would be good.

Tim stood up, only in boxers shorts into which his bulgy member made a noticeable lump. Bare-chest, he went for the mirror in the bathroom and took a picture of his sexy six-brick goods, with a clear focus on the bulging underwear just underneath. He took a few poses. One gave a clear outline of his biceps, another of his scruffy pecs... after satisfaction, he went at posting the pics. He looked hairier than he remembered, but he didn't dislike it. In fact, it made him feel even manlier than before. Hell yeah, he'd definitely score pussy tonight.

Swapping through the profiles, he sent a few words at the first few blonds he came upon. He had texted about five of them when the door to the dorm opened and Kevin walked in, chatting on his phone.

"Sup, dawg?" Kevin said, momentarily drifting his eyes away from the phone.

"Hey, bro." Tim casually greeted.

"Ya know there's a show tonite? 've got a friend pla'ing there. Ya know, Jason?"

"That chubby dweeb?" Timothy grimaced. "He looks like such a nerd... looks like the guy who jacks off alone 'cause no girl would want him."

"Well, no girls wants a limp-dick guy either, amma right?" Kevin retorted with a crooked eyebrow at his roommate's douchey attitude.

"Shut up, fuckin' asshole." Tim cracked with humiliation. "That fuckin' hag was ugly anyway!"

"Ya really ain't a charmer with the girls, dawg. Anyway, Imma gonna take a shower."

As Kevin left for the bathroom, Tim looked back on his phone for new messages. He already had three messages back as well as two more from people he didn't start a conversation with. One of them was too far away from him to plan a hookup and the other one was, simply put, not busty enough. He looked at the three potential girls. Anger rushed to him when one of them recognized him as "limp-dick" guy. He instantly blocked the bitch off.

He went for the next answer. The girl wanted to meet up with him, but the next girl was a blond and not a brunette, so he went for the light haired girl, ditching the other one. However, as their conversation started up, Tim grew bored as the girl started talking about what she liked instead of looking for a fuck.

Suddenly, a message popped up. Tim was immediately disgusted seeing it was a shirtless man exposing his toned torso. However, as much as he didn't want to believe it, seeing the pic of the man gave him an instantaneous erection.

"What the fuck?! Can't he see I'm a normal dude?!"

Tim went to block the guy when another guy notified him. Disconcerted, he realized he had misclicked and thus had selected the bisexual orientation when he filled in his profile.

"God damn it!"

Out of frustration, he threw his phone away once again. He couldn't believe the stubborn erection he had inside his pants over some guy's abs. The door to the bathroom opened up once more, Kevin stepping out with his dark hair soaked wet.

"So, ya comin' or what?"

Flustered, Tim's face grew red and he jumped out of the bed, turning around to prevent his roommate from seeing him boning up.

"Whatever." Tim replied, bothered, but hoping he'd get lucky scoring if he tagged along.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Going at the gym again?" Eric asked his roommate.

In the room the two football teammates shared, Leon just dropped his Nutrition Class book on their shared desk. He was done for the day. Ever since he's woken up this morning, he longed and waited for gym time with Michael, but he had Nutrition Class this afternoon. He glanced at Eric, still immersed into his online computer game.

"Yeah, with Michael." Leon said.

"You know the guy's probably just want a look at your ass?"

Leon smiled but all Eric was aware of was a slight chuckle.

"Would that be a bad thing, mate?"

While Eric usually depicted disgust toward homosexual behaviours amid the football team, he didn't show the same facade when he was alone with Leon.

"Well... not really, just warning ya."

"Aww, you're acting like an overprotective big brother! That's cute of ya, mate!"

"Fuck you."

"Why the sudden softness regarding gays now anyway? Weren't ya homophobe or something?"

"Hey, I don't hate gays! My brother is gay... I just can't... lose the face in front of the team, bro."

Leon smirked. He was about to say something when a knocking at the door interrupted him.

"Must be him!" Leon exclaimed.

"Damn bro, is he your boyfriend or something?" Eric asked in disbelief at his roommate's reaction.

"Aye, mate! Are ya jealous or something?"

"Fuck you!" Eric snapped back, undoing his eyes from his computer screen.

Leon went for the door, opened it and almost fainted. A wall of muscle and hair greeted him. Michael looked even bigger and manlier than he did on the previous day. The tank top he wore had hair poking through and it didn't even cover all the way down to his strong but muscled waist girth. The door wasn't wide enough for Leon to see both shoulders completely and the top of his head just slightly brushed the top of the frame. The way his beard squared the sides of his sly mouth and cascaded for inches down his chin irradiated testosterone and manliness, giving him a beastly look Leon envied. Almost, Leon shot his load inside his pants at the sight.

"Hey, brrro , you coming forrr the gym?" Michael asked Leon, bursting with joy.

"Hell yeah, mate! Just lemme grab my stuff!" The blond said before heading for the bathroom.

Michael made his way inside, having to duck slightly and turn around to get through the doorframe. Eric, sitting at his computer, couldn't see him, but he acknowledged his presence by making a greeting gesture. Michael sniffed the air and winced a little. This room reeked of man sweat and scent. It made him chub a little and he took advantage of Eric facing away for fondling himself a little.

"Not going to your roommate's concert tonight?" Eric asked him to make some conversation.

The thought of Jason filled him with a repressed frustration. He had done what he thought best to show his forgiveness to Jason and the guy hadn't even accepted it.

"Nah. Fuck errr ditched me."

"Kinda sucks, bro."

"Wish he did, to be honest."

Eric took a moment to take in the answer, then shook his head in disbelief and kept focussing on his game. Leon walked out of the bathroom with his gym gear in hand, throwing a playful smile at his new pal. The short blond stubble that adorned Leon's cheeks was adorable and Michael couldn't help but feel pride for every second he looked at it. As they walked out of the room, the blond was roughly shoved against the wall of the corridor as Michael assaulted his mouth with a noisy passionate kiss. Saliva tangled and, up close, the big man's hands tenderly, yet firmly, caressed Leon's nape. Both Michael's thumbs stretched to the sides of the head and felt the short fuzz covering his lover's cheeks. Still in the middle of their ardour, the teens felt their boners press one against the other in perversion.

"Gotta stop, brrro , or you going to make me blow." Michael growled, breaking the kiss as Leon caressed his boner.

"What if that's my goal?"

"Not that strrraight anymo'e, huh, brrro?"

"Told ya, mate. You're turning me gay." The blond giggled a little.

" Grrr... I like the sound of that, brrro." Michael growled without noticing.

"C'mon, wolfman." Leon chuckled, unaware the fuzz on his cheeks thickened some more. "Let's go for the gym!"

Michael suppressed a moan and a large dark spot spread in his shorts. His ears stretched and pointed a little higher, a few hairs growing on them as well. His cramped feet inside the shoes two sizes too small flexed and stretched, forcing his growing clawed toes to puncture through the tip of the footwear. The soft sound of shoes tearing wasn't noticed as Michael went in for one last sloppy frenchkiss before they walked for the gym.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The concert night was growing closer. The crowd wasn't much packed as it was more of an evaluation performance. Teachers and evaluators would judge if any students were in difficulty of failing a class and thus give them a fair warning to extend their practice hours. The first and second year bands were going to play one after the others. The order was messy and odd, like it had been decided at the last minute.

"Stressed?" Andrei asked Jason.

The bassist, moving unconsciously his fingers on the frets, stopped in his tracks and turned toward the Russian drummer. The icy blue eyes of the northern man hit him like the cold waves of the Arctic Sea. This almost brotherly and tender gaze reminded Jason of Michael when they met a month ago. While Michael and Andrei didn't look alike, there was a friendliness on his face that shared the same energy.

"No... just thinking about... never mind."

Jason's head bowed down on his instrument as he recapped the fingering of the songs they were about to play in a few minutes. One of their song, Afflictions, reminded him of his deteriorating bond with his roommate. Nonetheless, the lyricist had implied a better outcome of the sad storytelling, like there was still hope in the end. That alone was enough for Jason's heart to see through the hardships he lived with his roommate.

"Don't zone out on stage, though, buddy. You need all your concentration there."

Ever since Michael had kinda rapped him this morning, he thought everything would be over. However, the slowness of the registrar wasn't maybe a coincidence but a hint that his story with Michael wasn't over yet. Hell, even though he blamed his bigoted parents for making him go to church and pray every Sunday, he wondered if it was some kind of heavenly message or just another ordeal he'd have to overcome.

"Don't worry." Jason said, snapping out of his thoughts. "I've got this."

Andrei looked down on him with a knowing smile.

"First time, huh?"

"As a bassist, yeah. But I'm not scared. I've practiced a lot and I know my part."

"That's the spirit, Jason."

The music stopped. Applauds elevated in the room. Jason's heartbeat quickened and his adrenalin went up. He held on his instrument for dear life. His hands were moist. His faint mustache felt oddly sweaty and itchy above his lips.

"Come on, it's our turn, now." Andrei gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, taking his drumsticks with him and going in first.

Jason followed him on stage, oddly feeling his fingers as he did. Perhaps, he should have taken the time to properly cut his nails before going in.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Just like any Friday, the gym was a little less crowded. Michael and Leon enjoyed the tranquility of the room. Stashed in a corner of the gym with the weights and the bench, Leon looked in amazement at Michael who barely fitted on the bench anymore. Hell, even the incredible amounts of weight piled gave the impression the bar would break. Michael lifted five hundred pounds like nothing and Leon trembled in excitation. He envied this inhuman strength, yet he couldn't help but feel a little scare by it all. He remembered helping his friend out the previous say, but Michael wasn't as eager nor that powerful.

The clunking sound of weights put back on the rack pulled Leon out of his thoughts. Michael had finished his set and looked more pumped than ever. The man sat on the bench, growling as his aching muscles felt more sore than ever. He opened his mouth, his tongue slipping a little past his lips as he breathed in heavily yet happily. A few audible pop resounded from the stitches of his tank, giving in one by one.

Leon glanced in admiration at his lover's flaring back. The shoulder blades were covered in so much dense hair they almost seemed animalistic.

The throbbing pole tent inside Michael's shorts alerted Leon, who was immediately glancing around nervously if anyone was looking their way. They swapped places and kept on working with the weight, Michael urging Leon to put more and more on the bar, encouraging him to out-beat his previous bests. The gym session went on and on, the few people eventually leaving safe for a few. Covered in sweat and reeking of testosterone, the two buddies laughed at the remaining gym goers trying to avoid them. Hours went by until the gym supervisor told the students it was closing time.

One by one, the members exited the place, Michael and Leon being the last of them. They entered the locker room in laughter upon Leon exaggerating the supervisor's disgusted expression when they walked by him on their way out. By his locker, Leon was about to remove his sweat-soaked garments when Michael pushed him, back against the locker, for a passionate steamy kiss. The few students that were there made distinctly different faces upon seeing them. Some faces showed disdain, others curiosity and some were even chuckling and shaking their heads in enjoyment.

The show perpetuated for minutes, the ardour of their passion only intensifying as Michael started to gyrate his hips against his smaller lover. Eventually, the guys left the room, some of them making derisory comments, but others whistling in a playful way. Once they were finally alone, only then did Michael pull back and break the sloppy and noisy kiss.

"Huh, matey... you're a real horn dog today, huh?"

"Fuck, Leon... can't think st'aight anymo'e..." Michael moaned.

"Hush, matey, all ya have to do is to suck me."

"No... I want to fuck you, brrro."

Leon moaned as Michael's hands tightened around his hips. The bigger guy had to hunch quite a bit as his lips went for his partner's neck. He went in for kisses, licks... even soft bites.

"Aye... careful, matey..." Leon chirped.

Michael growled and rose his head to plant another fierce kiss on Leon's lips. One hand firmly holding onto the hip, the other slipped upward under the tank top, contouring every muscle, every bone, of Leon's strong yet delicate body in comparison. A thumb stuck willingly at the bottom of the cloth, pulling it up to reveal more of Leon's cut abs. Where the abs used to be as smooth as a baby's skin, a thin, dirty blond, treasure trail was growing along nicely. Reaching for the pecs, the coursing hand grasp the muscles that stuck out more than usual.

"Coming along nicely..." Michael growled approvingly, thrusting his boner against his lover in pride.

Leon moaned at the sensation of Michael's throbbing boner pressing against his abdomen.

"Damn... A'ld swear ya're almost bigger than yesta'day..." Leon giggled in blind excitement, feeling the tent that threatened to tear the shorts apart.

The hirsute man's chuckles almost sounded like a growl. He went in for another long kiss, biting down Leon's inferior lip seductively. He humped against him one more time, then stepped back a little, slowly breaking the kiss. Leon opened his eyes and realized Michael's were a bestial yellow. The way his beard reached and covered his cheekbones, the way his nose looked puffier, almost darker, Michael did look like the wolfman. A stray thought of the rumoured beast hit and frightened Leon momentarily. Leon tensed and hesitated for a moment, but it was short lived as Michael turned him around against the locker.

"Grrr... yourrr ass is mine, brrro..."

Michael's hands grasped the shorts of his teammate and ripped them opened to Leon's bemusing.

"Hey, what you doing, mate?!"

Michael tore apart his own moist shorts apart with the growing points that eased out of his fingers, his dick instantly freed and swaying like a mad spring. Leon tried moving away, displeased that Michael forced opened a hole inside his shorts. He tried slipping away from the giant's grip but he couldn't: Michael used one hand to push Leon hard against the metallic doors and used the second one to aim his male organ.

The red spire aiming for Leon's slightly fuzzy asscheeks was shooting pre copiously, searching for the footballer's backdoor. Leon moaned and instinctively pushed back, wedging the top's inhuman cock in his crack. Michael then used both of his hands to pin Leon's against the locker while his hips circled around to properly aim for to hole. The very instant its pointed head slipped in, Michael's head basked back in pleasure. The top's hands cracked and snapped around Leon's, unaware each fingers lengthened and that the palms enlarged, growing puffier underneath the skin, developing paw-pads. A sudden ache hit his feet again. The definitely too small shoes were growing constricting. The toes puffed out and slipped forward, breaking through the already worn out fronts. His heels snapped and forced him to jerk upward while his knees bucked down a little.

A growl escaped his blueish lips. A soft pop of his jaw took Michael aback as his viewpoint seem to rise even taller. Uncertainty and fear wrapped his confused spirit as he witnessed his nose moving farther in front of him. He wanted to say something, but his vocal cords grew sore and foreign, traitorous to his control. Heat hit his swollen neck as it expanded alongside with his rising traps. His beard grew out of control. Not only in length, it also grew and spread over the skin of his neck and his shoulders, almost forming a mane of hair that would belong... to a monster...

A loud screeching sound brutalized their ears as Michael's fingernails grew furthermore into sharp deadly points, scrapping and breaking through the locker doors. Leon, too lost in pleasure from Michael's intrusion inside his ass, didn't bother to look at the source of the eerie noise. His prostate was punched repetitively with the enormous cock he didn't know was losing a bit more of its humanity with each thrust in. Leon moaned, moving his pelvis in tandem with Michael's eager pumps. He was none the wiser as his grey eyes slowly lost some of their typical colour in favour of yellow tints, giving them a faint greenish colour. The tattered shorts that still hung around his quads ripped apart a little more as his thighs firmed and flexed, growing along with his thickening calves. Even his shoes were growing uncomfortable.

Michael felt an odd sensation tickling the base of his spine, uncovered due to his lengthening torso and too small tank top. Right above his downright furry asscheeks, a small nub of furry flesh and bones was growing out: it was the beginning of a tail. Starting with an inch, each further plunge inside Leon's ass made it grow by a supplementary fraction of an inch.

A sudden oddity hit Leon with discomfort. The cock lodged inside his ass felt bigger than the previous day, but perhaps he blamed it on his drunken self misjudging the size back then. However, he literally felt a swelling at its base, as if Michael was trying to shove a baseball inside his ass. He tried saying something, but the air was taken out of his lungs, as Michael pushed him with all his might against the lockers, forcing to shove this outraging ball inside him.

Michael whimpered. He was so close to blow, yet an intensifying sensitivity at the base of his shaft made it hard to keep him from blowing just yet. Clouded with lust, he didn't care wether he hurt Leon or not for a moment. The only thing that mattered was to shove his whole cock, balls deep, inside his mating partner. He barely felt Leon trying to get free from his powerful enclosure. With one last forceful thrust, both teens gasped as a loud plopping sound echoed and Michael's shaft completely buried inside the tight ass.

A breathless scream escaped Leon's mouth as a never-ending orgasm filled his bowels. His eyes rolled back in an odd blend of pleasure and pain, passion and fear. His own dick went on firing its load against the blue lockers like a tormented artist throwing his paint at his canvas. A piercing cry resounded in his alerted ears and Leon recognized it. It was the howl of a wolf. His fright only reached higher level as it ended abruptly and as a sharp pain vigorously dug into his shoulder.

Finally able to catch some breath, Leon finally screamed. His blind spot noticed the furry muzzle of a monster having its teeth planted in his shoulders. Despite his protests to get away, the beast held him tight, its big dick still firmly planted in his overfilled ass. Semen ran down their legs and puddled on the ceramic floor. After a long moment to agonize, the teeth finally pulled out of his bleeding shoulder. A big tongue started lapping at the wound, the bloody mark quickly scarring under the burning antiseptics of the saliva.

"Get off! Aye! Get off! Freak!"

Leon's efforts to free himself were in vain. The monstrously large dick was literally STUCK inside his ass. Michael growled in bliss. He misstepped on the puddle of semen and fell on his ass, bringing Leon with him in his fall. Leon gasped and cried, impaled on Michael's immense cock. Right in front of him, he saw inhumanly long and furry legs with immense paws onto which only remnants of the tattered shoes clung to. He felt oversized hands trying to keep him in place on the spear. Only then did he notice the fur-covered hands possessing terrifying claws on each fingertips.

Again, Leon screamed, calling for help. The thoughts of the beast around the campus came back full force, awing him with nightmares. Leon tried pulling free again. The thing lodged inside his ass was so big and fat to pull out that it felt like he was giving birth. Michael whimpered a little at his sensitive organ, feeling his partner trying to get away. His clawed hands held his partner closer to him, but he was unaware that Leon's own musculature was changing as well. The football player's leaner physique was bulking up. The muscles inflated and firmed and the few blond fuzz that covered his body thickened more.

"Lemme go! Lemme go! Lem... me... GO!" Leon cried as he finally eased him off Michael's newly formed knot.

Michael gasped as the wet shaft was suddenly pulled out of the comfortable insides of his gym partner. Leon's sides were scratched from claw marks as he drew himself out of the monster's embrace. Turning around, Leon cursed in terror. Michael was not more. Instead, a monster of a man sat on the locker room floor. Hairy was an understatement, this thing was definitely covered in fur, the way undersized tank top ripping at the seams. While small bits of Michael's face still appeared, the half-man half-wolf head didn't show human compassion anymore. A slight muzzle had grown out and the ears had started to grow into points. While it did look a little like a wolf's head, it wasn't close to completion yet. However, it wouldn't pass as a human head anymore, especially with the blood that stained its brown beard-fur.

Leon looked down in fear at the monstrosity that was just a few seconds ago lodged inside his ass. A dick at least a footlong, if not more, pointed upward like a red rocket. The base was even wider, ball-like: a knot the size of two baseballs. If he had to guess, Leon feared Michael would stand above seven feet tall judging by how tall he sat and how long his animalistic legs were now. Leon hurriedly grasp his clean pair of shorts on the bench and awkwardly pulled them on as he ran out of the locker room, cum still running down his legs. He stepped clumsily, his legs trembling and aching. His whole body felt like it had just broken apart in two. His feet hurt inside his shoes. His hands... They cracked and grew right in front of his very eyes, his nails darkening faintly.

"NO! NO NO NO NO!" Leon cried, falling to his knees as nausea hit him, his muscles spasming and tensing.

His arms clenched around his middle as his bloated abs gurgled worryingly. A stinging hit his jaw as his teeth just slightly sharpened. His decent arms grew firm, swelling slightly right there, new blond hair growing on them.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The music was on. As the first chord resounded with a launching drum solo, the singer of Jason's band readied for the song. Jason's sorrows were still present, but the way he played, joining in with the triggered drummer, he focused on solemnly do his dark, supporting the whole complex and rich harmony of the G minor scale. Diminished sevenths, sus fours, minor ninths and the occasional dominant D major seventh chords all converged to the resulting awaited G minor chord. It was like watching a movie where you knew the principal plot points but where you didn't know how the progression and evolution between every points would occur.

I woke up again, all in sweats tonight

My heart bled in vain, wounded from our fight

Can't you too feel pain? How it blurs your sight?

Afflictions

You have left me for my friend

Afflictions

When's this feeling go'ing to end

Afflictions

I wish there was a way to mend

Afflictions, Afflictions, Afflictions

My tears mirror the rain, am I sole here, affright?

I am driving insane, to you does it feel right?

One last time my ol' frien', please let me hug you tight

Afflictions

You have left me for my once best friend

Afflictions

When's this dreadful feeling go'ing to end

Afflictions

Wish there's someway to restart and mend

Afflictions, Afflictions, Afflictions

You've left me afflicted. Alone. Depressed...

World crumbled the moment we parted ways...

But somehow, YES, I'll keep faith you'll come back!

Afflictions

You did left me for my once best friend

Afflictions

I believe this feeling's go'ing to end

Afflictions

I know someday we'll restart and mend

Afflictions, Afflictions, Afflictions

Afflictions, Afflictions, Afflictions

Afflictions, Afflictions, Afflictions

As the name of the song was repeated at the end of the journey, the chord progression derived from the previously deep and oppressive tonality of G minor. The dominant chord resolved on E flat major, and eventually rolled back to its mixed mode, G major, ending up on a hopeful note, a Picardie third.