College of Survival - 1

Eli Macintosh is deep in his reading in the college library when he starts noticing strange things, such as a senior forcing a junior student to give him a blowjob out in the courtyard in broad daylight.

That's not the only odd thing happening. The doors to the quiet library blast open, bringing Eli face to face with a pair of red eyes...

The strongest students in school have turned feral, as well as some of the professors. Is it a virus? The sweltering summer?

Eli has no time to think. Rhett Donovan, the baddest in the school, first saves him then wrecks him. And starts calling Eli his bitch.

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College of Survival

1.

Damn this heat.

Eli wiped his brow for the umpteenth time, struggling to make sense of the words on the page that had started to mingle together into a mess about ten minutes ago. Or was it half an hour ago? He couldn't even think straight. Who had the brilliant idea of asking about a third of the students in the junior and senior years to be present at this summer studies or whatever they were called?

More like summer torture, Eli concluded for himself with a snort. The old building had never had AC, but since the Blackthorn College had been built in the mountains, its owners must have never thought it would need such modern-day conveniences.

The only problem was this unbearable summer. For the last two years spent here, Eli had never complained about the heat. Cold was more of a problem, but he had grown accustomed to it.

A single bead of sweat slid down his neck, dropping into the valley between his throat and his collarbone. How was everyone else handling the heat? Eli pushed himself up from the long oak table and hopped toward the window, hoping for the slightest breeze.

It was hotter near the tall window. Eli had to hike himself up on the window sill to reach the latch but stopped halfway when he noticed a strange thing taking place in the interior courtyard.

He squinted as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Two fellow students seemed to be involved in an altercation. The bigger one -- Eli could tell him from a thousand because of his fiery-red hair and impressive stature -- was Jack Callahan. He was dragging another guy by his arm, and his jerky body movements suggested anger.

Eli forgot all about opening the window, or the heat that was making it hard to breathe, close to the exterior as he was right now.

The other student was Micah... Eli struggled to remember his last name. He was one of the juniors, like Eli, but they didn't share any classes, so he didn't know the guy personally. His slender arm seemed so weak in Jack's hard grip.

What could have Micah done to annoy Jack that the older student felt the need to rough him up like this?

Eli remained stuck on the window sill, his heart in his throat. Jack was known for his quick temper, but that didn't mean that he didn't have his fair share of admirers. For his twenty-two years of age, Jack was jacked, pun intended. He had the body of a Greek god and a personality to match; he knew he was strong. There was no sport he didn't excel in. While his other academic pursuits came second to anything that involved physical activity, Jack was doing pretty well in school.

Still, Eli couldn't recall one occasion when Jack had behaved the way he was behaving now toward Micah.

The duo stopped abruptly, and Eli flinched when Jack pushed Micah to his knees. Eli glued himself to the glass. From his vantage point, he could see what was going on, but not in detail.

He pulled back an inch and then reconsidered once he realized his precarious position might send him tumbling down to the floor if he wasn't careful.

Jack seemed to fumble with his pants. Micah didn't move, on his knees before the older, stronger student. Eli couldn't tell what the junior student was thinking because he remained like that, stuck in place, as if he couldn't just break into a run and ask for help.

Jack grabbed Micah by the back of his head and pulled him toward his crotch. There was no doubt about it. Eli knew he was witnessing Jack Callahan forcing himself on the other student. Micah didn't appear to put up a fight. If they were accomplices in this, why were they doing it out in the courtyard where everyone could see them?

Eli knew he should ask for help, alert a professor, stop whatever was going on.

But he couldn't. He found himself staring at the scene in the courtyard in horrid fascination. From that angle, he couldn't see properly what was going on, but the way Jack used Micah's head, pushing his crotch into the other student's face, there was hardly any room left for guessing.

Jack was skullfucking Micah. Like seriously doing it.

Eli had no qualms with what other students were doing to get off. It was an all-boys college, so it wasn't that unusual to have a guy blowing another guy.

But not like this.

Eli got down cautiously and ran a hand over his face. His sweat had turned cold. He was trembling, and even his teeth were clattering.

All that from witnessing a blowjob? He wasn't that much of a wuss, despite being familiar with only his own hand and no one else's. He watched porn.

He turned on his heel, gripped by sudden apprehension. The stacks behind him were silent and unmoving, as they were supposed to be.

So why did Eli feel like someone was watching him?

The doors blasted open, making Eli turn again.

Only to face a student barreling toward him, his eyes red, his mouth opened like a maw, dripping drool and looking like it belonged to a madman.

Eli didn't have time to process what was happening. He stumbled and fell on his ass. The other student -- someone Eli had trouble recognizing -- pounced on him, pinning him to the floor.

It was... it was...

"Cole?" Eli asked, stopping the madman for a second. "What the hell?"

Cole Stratton was a senior and knew Eli. They knew each other. Although Eli had little in common with the legendary meathead, they had actually talked a few times.

So why did Cole look now like he was ready to bite Eli's head off?

Whatever hesitation was there, it was gone. The usually blue eyes were crimson-red and staring at Eli, without showing the slightest sign of recognition.

"Cole, it's me, Eli!"

The dripping mouth moved closer, saliva falling on Eli's face. It was hot and burned. Cole plunged and clamped his maw over Eli's mouth, filling it with spit.

Eli struggled, but Cole was stronger. Heck, he'd always been strong, but now his strength was inhuman.

Eli felt his eyes rolling in his head. Despite his fear, the weird kiss was making him hard. It was maybe a defensive mechanism or something like that. Cole was pushing his crotch into Eli's, rubbing their dicks together through their pants.

What the fuck? Was Cole down with a virus or what? Why would he want to give Eli a dicking of all people, when he'd never showed any interest in that before?

Eli managed to grab Cole by his coarse blond hair and pull hard. Cole stopped for a moment and growled in Eli's face. He clasped his hand around Eli's wrist, gripping hard.

A howl emerged from Eli's chest. The pain was too much.

"Stop," he begged. "You're going to break my arm!"

Cole grinned ferociously. He looked more like a beast than a man now. Gone was the easygoing guy who talked to anyone. Instead, this animal took rein, and he seemed bent on destroying Eli.

Tears flooded his eyes as Cole continued to squeeze his wrist.

Eli could no longer see, crying and sobbing as he was now.

But the grip disappeared. And Cole, too, as if pulled away by an otherworldly force.

Someone grabbed Eli by the front of his shirt and pulled him up. He was forced to walk, no, he was barely touching the ground, and it took him a moment to understand that his savior had lifted him up in his arms and carrying him.

They ducked behind the stacks, and Eli felt a rough hand clasping down on his mouth.

"Not a sound," a low voice warned him. "They're going berserk right now."

Eli had a thousand questions. He couldn't turn to see who the guy saving his ass was. But he needed to keep quiet if he wanted to be safe. His wrist throbbed hard, but fear was greater than pain.

He didn't protest as his savior pulled him to a standing position.

"I'll have to do this to mask your scent," the low voice warned him again.

Eli whimpered when he felt the other man working his fly. His pants were pushed down, along with his underwear. He trembled but couldn't make a sound. Low growls could be heard from the entrance to the library. Where was Cole? Had his mysterious savior hurt him?

Pain shot through him as his so-called savior pushed two fingers inside his ass. Eli struggled as the fingers scisorred his tight channel.

"We don't have time for crying and complaining," the voice warned him again.

Eli heard the man spit. He was going to get fucked. So this guy had saved him from Cole only so he could dick him?

It all felt so surreal. One minute he was annoyed with the heat, the next he witnessed a fellow student forcing another to give him head, and the next...

His gasp went unheard as something bigger and blunter pushed against his ass. The spit barely made a difference. He was getting skewered and most likely split in two by a massive cock -- it had to be a cock or Eli didn't know if he could handle the mere thought that he was getting impaled like that by something else.

"By the way, I'm Rhett Donovan," his savior said. "Of the little I know so far, giving you my first knot will make you my bitch. So safe from the others. For now."

Eli's mind was reeling. Rhett Donovan? The Rhett Donovan? Tall, dark, mysterious, with a troubled past and old money family? No student in the entire school could brag to be close to the guy. He was brooding all the time; he was studying all the time; he was fighting all the time.

And what the hell was he saying? Knot? Bitch? Were they dogs?

Not that he had time to think anymore. Rhett's cock was growing bigger inside him, filling him so hard and fast that he couldn't even breathe. His entire lower body was in flames. The thing now slowly moving in and out of him was burning hot. Eli had a strange thought he might melt from the inside.

But--

It wasn't all pain.

It hit Eli like a ton of bricks. Rhett's cock was filling him so much that it pressed hard against everything inside. Like his bladder. Eli knew he'd add humiliation on top of the assault his body was subjected to. He struggled, trying to warn Rhett. If he started pissing, wouldn't the others smell him?

It was too late. Relief flooded him as he let go. His piss hit the polished floor, making Rhett stop momentarily.

"Fuck. You really are a bitch," Rhett growled.

Silence followed, and everything halted. Eli could hear his own heart pounding in his ears, but nothing else.

Then loud noises broke out -- growls, animal-like growls.

The stacks fell one by one, until they were exposed.

Eli felt Rhett's hand wrapping around his throat, pulling him upward, cutting his air supply. His limbs flayed as he struggled for survival.

"What are you all looking at?" Rhett spoke.

The squeeze eased a smidge. Eli took a small breath.

And dared to look ahead.

A group of around a dozen students, their clothes ripped, their hair tousled, their looks wild, stopped only about a few feet away.

Rhett used Eli like a blow doll, moving him up and down on his cock. Eli wheezed and his legs moved haphazardly.

"Yeah, this is my bitch," Rhett said. "Find your own, you fucking mutts."

Fucking could barely called that in such a position, but Eli felt a different type of heat gathering in the lower part of his body now.

Rhett's cock was growing even larger, like that was possible to begin with.

"I'm about to give my bitch his first knot," Rhett continued to taunt the others. "He feels fucking delicious if you're wondering."

Eli noticed Cole among the students turned beasts.

"I saw that bitch first," Cole growled and took a step forward.

A losing battle took place between Eli's need to breathe and the desire growing inside him with every moment Rhett held him in his grip as his cock continued to swell.

"Too bad you were too weak to knot him," Rhett continued. "I'm breeding my bitch right now and there's nothing you can do, you fucking scrap dog."

Cole recoiled at the insult. He was about to pounce, when the others pulled him back.

"I'm not going to forget this, you fucker," he threw impotently at Rhett.

Eli stared as they all went away. He was still suspended up in the air, or better said, impaled on Rhett's cock, feet off the ground, and he couldn't move. One part of him, however, could move just fine. His cock twitched, eager for release, although there was no other stimulation but the thing growing inside his ass and pressing against his prostate, too.

"Now that was close," Rhett commented. "My knot too big for you, you little bitch?" he taunted Eli.

"You," Eli hissed. "Let me go."

"I can't. Not now. I'll breed you. You'll be fine."

Eli didn't believe a word, but any will to do anything was no longer his. He ended up on all fours, with Rhett pounding into him from behind.

He cursed and begged, but Rhett only laughed.

"I actually lied. That wasn't my knot. But you'll feel it soon."

Eli writhed on the floor. The puddle of his own piss was inches away from his face, so he could smell it despite not wanting to. It added on top of everything else.

His cock continued to twitch miserably, while his ass was getting wrecked. When he felt Rhett's cum flooding him, he couldn't keep it in anymore. He knew he was coming, too, his release triggered by getting bred by the much stronger male.

"Now this is my knot," Rhett said with satisfaction.

Eli could feel it. Fuck, it was incredibly big. His ass couldn't take the stretch, but it was happening. Pain was no longer there; only the sensation of being full remained.

"And we'll be here for a while, since we'll have to wait for my knot to go down," Rhett informed him.

"Why?" Eli whispered, his eyes stinging with tears of useless anger.

"Why what? Why is this happening? I have no idea."

Rhett pulled him close and adjusted his position until Eli had his back pressed against his chest. The knot showed no signs of going down. It even felt like it was swelling more.

"Why did you pick me?" Eli asked, rubbing his eyes and wiping his face.

Rhett chuckled. "What? You don't like me or something? Too bad. I thought you needed saving. Too many of those who transformed are like wild beasts right now. They'd gangbang any bitch in their path. And it's going to happen. Not to you, though."

"Not to me," Eli repeated, feeling too overwhelmed to think for himself. "Why?"

Rhett showed the first sign of real irritation since this crazy thing had started happening. "I happened to see you getting assaulted by that stupid mutt. He would've broken your arm, you know."

Eli tried to press his legs together, but Rhett pulled his thighs apart. Worse, he put one hand on Eli's cock.

"It looks like your little dick likes my knot. Are you going to spurt again?"

Eli felt his face on fire. So, Rhett must've known when it happened before. He remained stubbornly silent.

"Well, since this is going to be your life from now on, you better get used to it. And have some fun in the meantime," Rhett commented, while continuing to stroke Eli's cock.

"You're an asshole," Eli threw at his savior turned tormentor.

"So what? Would you rather get gangbanged by the others? A free-for-all bitch will never be anything else. Call me an asshole all you want. It looks like your cocklet knows better than to be an ungrateful little bitch."

"Why me?" Eli whined again.

Rhett's laughter sounded cynical. "It was nothing but opportunity, really. I was passing by and since I knew everyone was on the hunt for a bitch, it was easier for me to snatch one from an easy-to-beat opponent than take forever to find the perfect one for me."

Easy to beat? Cole? Eli knew that was bullshit.

But his body was getting wrecked by another orgasm, and his dick spurted pitifully yet another lame load.

Compared to all the cum sloshing inside his ass, kept there by Rhett's incredible knot, it was so little.

His life from now on. Rhett had said that, but what did it mean?

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