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A wolf in the frat - Chapter 3 - Unleashed

By Reaping

Michael entered the bathroom. There was a few men at the urinals and one at the counter washing his hands. Michael could tell someone was jacking off loudly in a stall: the same stall as every other time. This time, however, he was not shy making noises. He grunted with each lewd tugs on a slick cock. The occupants of the room bespoke their disapproval, their disgust or their derision by throwing mocking comments at the guy inside his stall. Nonetheless, the pervert didn't seem to show any reaction. As some of the guys left, Michael entered the second stall and waited for the last disgusted men to leave the bathroom.

"I know you're here." The stranger behind the stall said. "I knew you'd be here. I could smell you for miles away."

"Who are you?" Michael asked, a million questions firing through his mind like the lights of fireworks. "WHAT are you?"

A muffled chuckle resounded, which made Michael's body shiver at the inhuman deepness of it.

"I'm the same as you... or I should say: I'm the same as what you're going to be."

"Stop talking in riddles! I've got enough of this! You did something to me, right?! What did you do?!"

The beast let out a pleasurable groan, the slicked jacking pace increasing as if it hadn't masturbated in months, perhaps years.

"I... I was cursed... and you are too, now... Can't you feel it?"

"Feel what? All I'm feeling is..."

"Horny?"

Michael stopped talking for a moment, his track of thoughts interrupted by the lewd stranger. That was not the word he was going for, but it wasn't false. He wanted to share how he felt more energized than ever before, especially since their last encounter. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny the increasing lust that had strangled him in the past few weeks. The awkward boners he popped like a boy just entering puberty, the hormonal ups and downs, his loss of concentration and his increasing need to romp around... The thought of his roommate Jason crossed his mind and pang of regret hit him. Unjustified irritability and scorn had taken the best out of him regarding his new friend and it filled a part of him with sorrow.

"I'm losing myself... I'm getting impatient, mean, unfocused... but yeah..." Michael put a hand on the enlarged boner trapped in his trunks. "I'm boning up all the time and it just doesn't go down."

There was a moment where only the sounds of masturbation filled the void of the bathroom, loud enough to rival with the diminished booming music shaking the room. Listening to himself, Michael would have taken his dick out and join the man in his frantic beating, but he willed himself to get answers.

"Fuck... it's true, then..."

"What's true? What's going on?"

"My cum... it..."

"Your cum... what?" Michael asked, grievous and worried.

The stranger didn't complete his sentence. Michael's anxiety increased with the pace and noise of the masturbator in the next stall. Was it a STD? Maybe a drug and lodged itself in his semen? Michael's mind was at full spin, analyzing the multiple possibilities to the point where it seemed to cross the thin line between reality and impossibility.

"Hello?!" The teen insisted, growing tensed and impatient. "What's with your cum?!"

"Remove the dispenser... I'm horny..." The stranger growled.

"Are you listening to yourself?! You just sound like a complete pervert!"

The slick pumping of the guys dick slowed as the stranger repositioned himself on the toilet seat with a deep guttural groan. Michael could swear he heard the toilet seat twist and creak.

"Stop thinking! Give in to the beast!" The man rejoiced with unretained lust.

Michael trembled as his cock throbbed and leaked upon this order. He groaned and closed his eyes shut, trying to control himself. His hand grasped the throbbing tent as a dark spot stained the clothes.

"You feel it, do you? I can smell your arousal! I can smell your boner!"

Michael couldn't help but groan. His erection was growing needful like it was responding directly to this stranger. If he knew any better, he would have thought it was swelling past its hard state... yet again

"I can even smell you precum inside your pants!"

Michael gulped and the spot glistened as his penis leaked even more. He was so painfully hard in his shorts that he wouldn't be surprised if they'd tear apart to relieve his aching erection. There was an odd aura around that man. Somehow, Michael felt compelled to get closer to him like this man possessed his own gravitational field.

"Yeah... it's a fuckin' curse... but it feels so good to just... give UGGHHH ( RRRRIP ) in...! You'll eventually understand..."

Michael looked down at the toilet paper dispenser, his fingers shivering as he longed to tear it off the wall. A swelling in his chest made it harder to breath, as if keeping the unavoidable at bay chastised him. A tear seeped out of his eyes as his mind snapped further. Wetness spread inside his shorts as if Michael had just ejaculated but he hadn't. The throbbing boner swelled within his grasp. Michael growled. His ears just slightly stretched into inconspicuous points and his Adam apple throbbed larger. Uncontrolled, the teenager stood up in one motion and tore the button and zipper of his shorts away.

The man on the other side of the stall relished on the sudden musk emanating from his neighbour. Michael plopped the throbbing pole out of his shorts, cum spattering over the wall and dispenser. His muscles glistened with sweat, the new hair that covered his body clinging to him as he gave into lust. His right hand went at his boner, furiously pumping it like it was the best wank ever. Michael's grunts joined with the stranger's.

"That's it! Give in... to the beast!"

Michael growled and his hands went for the paper dispenser. Instead of unclasping it, he snatched it from the wall.

"Someone's horny!" The beast cheered.

However Michael didn't wait for the other guy to push his penis inside the hole. Instead, Michael pushed his own boner through, displaying it to the stranger who didn't keep his word on their last adventure. Michael heard a displeased growl from his neighbour as he felt the guy's cock brush against his own. Surely, that man wanted to be on the receiving end again but Michael asserted his own dominance this time. Before that man could say anything, Michael ordered:

"Suck. Last time we said we'd switch and you ditched me. Now's your turn to blow me."

The disapproving growl from the other side would have scared Michael before, but his new self wouldn't give in. His throbbing eight inches and a half erection pulsed with unbreakable lust. It was like his body moved on it own accord, guided with his deranged hormonal flux. Michael gasped. A few hot humid breaths hit his penis and, to his pleased surprise, Michael felt something warm and wet engulfing the head. That man was sucking him. The mouth was large and deep, taking in more and more. An overproduction of saliva coated his shaft as a thick and slick, yet just a little rough, tongue wrapped around its head with astonishing flexibility.

As euphoria overwhelmed Michael, he unconsciously started bucking his hips. He shivered as new sensations filled his body. His cock felt beyond hard. With every teasing he felt on his sensitive organ, it swelled up a little more. More blood was pulled inside the shaft, leaving little to his brain, as the organ reached greater heights. Michael's moans increased and so was his approaching orgasm. Michael's dark eyes lightened up, flickering between a light brown and yellow hues. His pupils dilated as a breathless groan escaped his lips... and Michael's cock erupted inside this unknown man's mouth.

Michael's fingers dug into the stall wall, his nails growing darker and starting to point. His teeth grew out little, gaining just a slight sharpness to them. The feeling of ants crawling his skin forced him to let out a hoarse moan as more hair grew out. A cracking and stretching attacked his feet wearing the flip flops, widening a little. The nails of his toes mimicked the ones on his fingers, losing some of their humanity by growing out a bit longer and thicker.

All too soon, this ungodly orgasm ebbed away and Michael felt the head of the man pull off with a deep grunt. As his saliva-slicked penis touched the cool air, Michael's muscles relaxed and he could proceed to pull it back. However, he was not prepared for what he saw. Instead of his eight inches and a half beige cock he had before leaving for the club, a thicker, slightly darker, and a bit longer penis appeared before him.

The foreskin was half-retracted but seemed like it wouldn't cover the cock head back all the way even if he wanted, like it hadn't grown to cover the increased size of his dick. Moreover, he recognized the very faint pointed shape his cock head now showed: its shape looked like the stranger's dick's the day he blew him off for the first time. Still boned, Michael looked down with shivering lust at his dick when a deep red, definitely pointed, cock pushed its way through the hole, its size looking like a whole new limb.

"My turn, now." The guy on the other side growled.

Michael wanted to scream and run away. That man's monstrous dick had changed and grown even more in the last two days. The pointed tip of it sputtered a like a spasming hose all over the stall. It surpassed the footlong length and due to its ridiculous girth it didn't fit all through the wrist-sized hole.

"What the fuck!" Michael blurted out in disbelief.

"C'mon! I sucked you off! Now SUCK!"

"There... there's no way I will be able to suck that... thing!"

In deep grunts, the man pulled his beastly cock on the other side a little then thrust back into the glory hole, almost like he was fucking it. As much as fear got hold of Michael, he couldn't pull his eyes away from the monstrous organ. More precum oozed out, dripping in thick splatters on the tiles of the bathroom.

"Hur... hurry up... I feel..."

Confused between the aching lust for this outrageous penis and his reason screaming him to run away, Michael's stood petrified against the opposite wall of the small stall. More pre dripped from the monster cock. A loud threatening cloth tearing sound came from the stranger. Michael grew mortified at seeing the large hands holding onto the top of the stall wall while the... beast fucking the glory hole. These... paw-like hands didn't look human anymore except for that they still had five sausage-sized fingers. An increasing coat of fur and dark jutting claws were attributed to these oversized hands.

Sickening pops and stretching sounds increased with the beast's rapturous rutting. The stream of precum increased to a broken pipe flowing, pissing spunk everywhere. The stall wall cracked under the tightening of the beasts hands. Bolts and nuts trembled on the tested panel hinges. The man's steps slipped and knocked the toilet over, breaking it off its base, water streams spattering water everywhere. Chunks of wood broke under the beast's strong grasp.

"YES! UGHH! OU... OUT!" The monstrous man bellowed, the shaft swelling as the orgasm grew closer than ever.

The large crack breaking through the wall was the last straw.

"OUUUAAAAAAARRRRROOOOOO!!!" The monster howled.

A tsunami was an understatement for the torrent of fluids that jutted out of the stranger's cock. Michael was not spared, suddenly washed over with ridiculous amounts of vile inhuman seed. Before he could choke, Michael made his way out of the stall, coughing and spluttering the nefarious spunk that even got into his mouth.

The beast didn't notice his disappearance right away, so Michael escaped for his dear life. Not bothering to clean up, he ran for the bathroom door when a large and tall man opened it with a hasty dissatisfaction. Upon looking at him, Michael recognized he was one of the bouncers.

"What the hell's going on in..." The entering man started when he noticed the guy in front of him was covered in musky, sticky, white fluids.

His face turned to disgust... until he's heard clattering and breaking sounds coming from the stalls. As he turned around, he saw a towering monster breaking down everything around it: walls, toilet stalls, pipes, tiles, everything. Water and spunk sprawled over the floor under the frightened bouncer. That beast, several feet tall, had its head pushing above what was left of the stalls, growling and howling in ferocity. The man brought a radio to his mouth and ordered a coworker to call the cops immediately. His flurried expression hesitated helping the man, covered in... probably semen judging by the scent and look, out of the room. With disgust, he took the student's sticky hand and pulled him out of the men room.

Outside, Michael blushed like a beet upon having all the eyes of terrified clubbers turned on him. People had stepped back from the bathroom door. The inhuman sounds coming from the room must have alerted them already. The bouncer locked the door with his set of keys and ordered everyone to get away, that there was... some kind of beast or bear that had somehow gotten inside. Before Michael could get away, a loud furious growl came from the confined room several punches and hits testing the door's robustness. The manager walked over, asking the bouncer what this was all about, skeptical but as terrified as the other people in near the bathroom.

Suddenly, the door broke down despite the lock in place. Before everyone eyes, a massive beast charged out of the room. At first looking like a bear, it did resemble more like a wolf by the head and the tail. A dark brown furred wolf with humanized hands yet canine feet-paws. The last few bits of clothes that stuck to its body threw an odd complaint before the monster ripped them off its enormous naked body.

"A monster!" A girl screamed from the crowd.

"It's a werewolf!" A man cried.

People ran away in all directions, losing their minds. Annoyed from the loud booming music and their added screams, the beast growled in irritated dominance, elevating the horrifying shrieks doing so. The noise growing unbearable for its sensitive wolf ears, the monster ran off for the exit, pushing everyone out of its way before disappearing in the streets.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The whole street was blocked with police cars. Reds and blues flickered in the night, lighting up the road under the poor street lightening. The club, now considered the crime scene of a terror attack, was evacuated of its occupants. Various officers checking on the area interrogated one by one by the afraid clubbers. While most witnesses didn't have much to say regarding the supernatural event that just unfolded, it wasn't the case for Michael. The bouncer had kept him close under the manager's orders: he was the sole witness inside the bathroom when the beast appeared. If there was anyone that the officers had to interrogate, it was him.

Across the crowd, Kevin noticed his friend who was unable to leave the bouncer's sides. He left the girl he was hanging with and headed for his friend who seemed in distress.

"Michael?! What's goin' on?!" Kevin blurted out in shock upon seeing his friend covered in a thick smelly substance.

"You know him?" The bouncer asked with a stern face.

"Yah, what's happened?" Kevin insisted.

"Stay here, then. They're probably going to ask you a few questions as well."

"Whaaat?"

Dumbfounded, Kevin looked at his friend who didn't say a word, shivering. Meeting with them, a young officer came up with a pad and a pen.

"I'm officer McCoy. What can I..."

"This guy was with the... beast, the moment it appeared." The bouncer reported to both the officer and to Kevin's shock. "I suggest you get this one in for a few questions. Perhaps his little friend might know a few things as well."

"Right. Huh... what's all... that, over him?" The officer asked, disconcerted at the sight and smell of the matter covering the tall teen.

"If I had to guess, that'd be seminal fluid." The bouncer said over Michael's silence, grimacing.

"Huh... right... huh... Let me just get my... huh... superior." The young officer baffled, leaving the bouncer and witness.

"Yo dawg, what did ya get into?" Kevin asked, disconcerted.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Chief of the night department, Terrence Dial tried his best not to look like the laughingstock of the officers' crew. The man was approaching his fifties faster than he wanted and after closing the perimeter and asking the club owner a few questions, he hid behind his car as he struggled texting to his daughter not to come home by herself after her movie.

"Fuckin' technology." He muttered under his breath, his large calloused fingers trying to press on the small digital keyboard of his new cellphone, but failing to press the correct letters more than once.

"Chief, we need you here!" A much younger police officer called.

The chief groaned in annoyance and rolled his eyes. The officer, Charles McCoy was his new operation partner. While Terrence preferred by far his now retired ex-partner Henry, he couldn't deny Charles assisted him with his weakness: technology. Still, he didn't want to drop the independent and solitary attitude he showed by asking his partner to write a worried message to his daughter. Not that he was worried having Charles dating her little sweetheart as he knew his partner was as gay as they came.

"Comin'." He responded with his deep gruff voice.

Storing the piece of technology he despised inside his pockets, the old officer walked away from the car he leaned on. He approached his work partner who was followed by three men. At six feet two, the older officer still had a decent built despite his age and greying hair. The younger officer gasped at the serious face his superior showed. Perhaps it was accentuated by the bushy walrus mustache that obscured his lips.

"What is it, Charles?" He asked, his bushy eyebrows frowned with concern.

"Huh... there's a witness... huh..."

"Yeeess?" Terrence impatiently said.

"He's got to see the beast before it went off and... hum..."

"And WHAT?"

"He's supposedly covered in... possibly, seminal fluids."

Terrence's eyebrows frowned some more, his forehead wrinkling in sheer confusion. His nose caught an odd putrid smell.

"What...?"

But the chief only had to avert his eyes toward the source of that foul smell. Right there, a college student was standing just slightly taller than him, soaked with the putrid sticky seed.

"Fuckin' shit, you've got to be kidding me!" Terrence infuriated shaking his head back in denial.

"Do we... bring him at the office?" Officer McCoy asked indecisively at his superior.

"What? Of course we do!" The old officer declared like it was the stupidest question he's ever had. "You, bring him there and I'll join you in later after the tension goes down here. Discard his clothes as soon as you can and... bring them to the evidence room. Make sure he gets a shower too."

Michael shivered. His body had a hard time staying up. He felt that same nausea hit him as the last time he came to the bar. However, his stomach didn't churn and hurt as much this time, probably since he didn't drink a whole load of that monster's cum. Still, he felt that tiredness weigh him down like his body needed some rest. The chief noticed the cold shivering of the soaked man. He went to put a comforting hand on his shoulder but stopped midway because of the thick substance sprawled over him. The chief brought his hand to his pants and wiped it off automatically in a germaphobic way despite not having touched it.

"Don't worry, kid, we'll take good care of you." He reassured with his vibrant comforting voice.

The grey eyes of the old man felt comforting despite everything that happened. There was a sincerity that Michael found in them. They were just like the day he confessed his dad he was bi and had slept with a guy in high school. Some weaker part of Michael would have went for the man's arms for comfort, but he suppressed feeling, his muscles tensing up a bit and gulping down his spunk-enhanced saliva.

The younger officer brought him out of his thoughts by making sure he follows him. Officer McCoy led the witness to the nearby patrol car he shared with his superior, Kevin going after them.

"Wait! That's mah friend! Ya can't take him up like that!" Kevin exclaimed in Michael's defence, following him. Because of Michael's wet predicament, officer McCoy opened the door for the backseat where the shivering lad sat feebly.

"Hey, move away, kid." The chief discarded from afar, checking on his pupil. "Unless you've witnessed something that could help our investigation, I suggest you leave the area."

Kevin turned at the older man with the gruff expression, clenching his fists.

"Yo, calm yer shit, bro! I jus'..." Kevin said back, flustered.

Officer McCoy intervened between his edgy superior and the concerned teenager.

"Just hop in if you want to keep company to your friend."

Chief Dial's glare at McCoy was heavy, but they were both tired and didn't want to argue any more than necessary. It was past midnight anyway. The young officer offered Kevin to take the passenger seat by his side. Starting the car, the young officer left with the two college kids for the police station. While Michael stayed silent behind the grilling that separated the back of the car from the front, Kevin couldn't stop asking him questions and moving on his seat, not even taking the time to buckle up properly. Charles McCoy was a patient man, but in order to keep the gesticulating teen seated he tried making up for the conversation, starting with telling Kevin to buckle the seating belt.

"So... I take it that you're students from the college nearby?" The officer asked.

"Yah, Infermatics fer me an' Physics fer him." Kevin replied, visibly annoyed by Michael's silence.

"That's cool, I went there to become an officer. Just graduated two years ago and ascended from apprentice to officer this month."

"Cool, bro... I mean: officer."

"Heh, still not getting used to this 'officer' thing, really." The driver said with a casual hand gesture. "Bro seems fine by me. Reminds me of college."

"Damn, why ain't all these ol' crooks can't be as cool as ya!" Kevin exclaimed.

"I guess that's for being in the new generation. I have a few young colleagues thinking like me at the office. You and me, we're all the same. We're humans, so it's just normal to talk to each others like we're brothers and not enemies."

"Ya should make a few talks at yer fellow officers in the big towns."

"Maybe, sometime, but the bigots are mostly the old officers anyway. In a few years they'll just retire and it'll be like a new era for the police forces."

"I hope so, bro... y'almos' chose Police Studies at college, bu' I din't want to look like a violent bigot bastard to folks..."

"Well... that's a lot of prejudice you say there." The officer said, calmly. "But with what's on the news lately, I can understand why you say that. As much as there as a few bad cops... there are a lot of good cops too. It's like in any job there is."

"Right... Guess I coulda still change."

"... or you could also work with the cyber department if your formation consists of Informatics."

"That'd... sound cool, bro."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

In the small interrogation room, Michael waited in lended clothes. After taking a quick shower and giving his old clothes to the evidence investigators, Michael wore a plain t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Officer McCoy tried lending him a pair of shoes, but even the biggest pair they had at the storeroom, a size 13, didn't fit. Focussing, officer McCoy did his best not to drift into fantasy about the guy's junk if his feet were that big. In the meantime, Michael would walk in socks with a tight pair of plastic shoes.

After briefly interrogating Kevin, officer McCoy concluded he didn't have any useful information regarding the appearance of a large animal at the club. Hence, Kevin was quickly placed in the corridor to sit on a chair while the night shift officer would ask questions to Michael. The door to the confined room opened. A cup of black coffee in hand and papers in the other, Charles walked for the small table at where the witness waited.

"Coffee?" He asked the dozing teen.

Michael's brown-amber eyes opened slowly, unfocused. He was so tired.

"No thanks." He said, bitterly.

"Hopefully, it won't be long." The officer reassured with a genuine smile. "Let's start with filling the basics: who, when, what."

"I'm Michael Singleton, student in Fieldvalley College in Physics. I was with my friend Kevin at the club having fun."

"At what time did you get there? What were you doing before?"

"We were at the gym from 6 PM to, I don't know, 8 PM maybe? We must have arrived to the club at about 8:30."

"You go there often?"

"The gym? Just started yesterday."

"I meant the club." The officer specified.

As seconds ticked by, Charles thought back at Michael's statement about the gym, wondering if the guy was taking steroids or an illicit substance since he looked quite big already for someone who's just started the gym.

"Oh, sorry. I'm kinda tired, officer. I went at the club a few times since the beginning of the semester."

"When was the last time you went at the club?"

A shiver ran down Michael's spine. The hair on his arms stood on ends and his tired muscles tensed a little. His eyes went to close for a moment, almost drifting to sleep right there while a stirring in his loins just woke up. Clenching his fists on the table, Michael's behaviour wasn't missed from the officer.

"Are you all right? Have you been ingesting or taking drugs recently?"

Michael's kept breath blew out, exhaling and reopening his eyes. While the shirt had been a proper fit earlier, it suddenly felt just a little snug on his upper torso now.

"I'm good. And no, not that I know of." Michael discarded, straightening himself on the chair. "Last time I went to the club, it was two days ago."

"Good. Let's return to tonight's events. At what time did you go to the bathroom? Did you know there was some kind of... thing in there?"

The memories streamed on Michael's mind like an old movie with a projector. He remembered dancing with the girls on the dance floor, of stepping out and seeing THE guy entering the men bathroom... then him following the man inside. As much as he wanted to share what happened, he doubted it'd make sense following someone because of his gut feeling... nor to mention the lewd acts they shared in there more than once.

"How does it even matter...?" Michael muttered, closing his eyes yet again.

"I think it does. Look. I'm not going to judge you, but I have to know the truth, Michael."

Michael coughed a little and felt some of the spunk reaching up his gullet with the acidity of his stomach. He forced himself to swallow it down and shivered. With a deeper and rougher timber, he opened back his eyes and kept on.

"I saw... this guy entering the club. Tall, looking like he was on steroids, and quite hairy..."

Officer McCoy looked at Michael, intrigued, and straight up on his chair, sipping at his hot coffee.

"I followed him inside the bathroom." Michael continued.

"Why?"

Michael shifted on his seat. Thinking about it made him grow hard again. Fortunately, the sweatpants gave plenty for his growing cock to swell and stretch, although not hiding much anything from the tent it formed. At least, the lewd exposure was under the table and the interrogator couldn't see it, which wasn't the case for his colleague behind the false-mirror of the interrogation room.

"Why did you follow that man? Do you know who he was?" The officer specified, leaning on the table as he wrote on his pad.

"He... no. I don't know his name... and I don't know how he really looks like... apart from what I told you, of course."

"Then why did you..." Charles muttered before shaking his head and keeping on writing. "Never mind. Go on."

"I followed him inside and I found him... huh..." Michael struggled to say it. Reimagining it was causing his boner to throb and twitch inside the sweatpants. A small stain darkened the clothing at the tip of his erection. Michael completed his sentence: "... jacking off... in a stall..."

An indistinct frown upon the officer's face made Michael uncomfortable. If he were alone, he would have taken out his dick and jacked off, pushed by an untameable primal instinct. He wanted to do it in the shower earlier. However, he was rushed out of it by McCoy for this interminable interrogation session.

"What then?" Officer McCoy asked, his face growing stern.

"I went in the next stall... he started acting weird and talking about shits..."

"How come? Was he talking to you or to himself?"

"To me... stating about a curse he had... and that it made him always... huh... horny..."

Charles wasn't sure where this was going but it felt out of place. Curses? These didn't exist and he wasn't a superstitious fool to believe that. Yet somehow, after the strange things he's heard from his fellow officers about a monster, he wasn't completely shut at listening to the teen's testimony.

"He wanted me to suck him off, but I didn't want to..."

Michael shut his eyes again, suppressing a groan as his legs ached. His muscles tensed and he could feel pinpricks relentlessly stinging his thighs and calves. The nausea hit him again, but Michael forced himself to keep his composure. He didn't want the cop to keep him here any longer. He wanted to get out of here as soon as he could. Unbeknownst to him, tiny hair grew in-between the already present ones.

"So we 'agreed' in letting him suck me instead." Michael confessed.

"You two had sex in the bathroom? You know that's illegal."

"I know, I know, but there was already a hole in the wall, so I got carried away..."

The officer sighed heavily, looking like a disappointed father about to scold at his son. Even so, he did not.

"Usually, we charge people doing these kind of things... but since you're young and just barely eighteen, I'm just going to give you a warning. You don't look like a bad lad, but now that you're an adult, you're going to have to behave better than that."

Michael bit his tongue, trying to control the boner inside his sweats to shrink back. He didn't want to things to get worse for him. The officer took another sip of his coffee, went back at writing, then told Michael to continue his testimony.

"I let him suck me... and after he was done, he insisted I sucked him too... but it was just wrong..."

To Charles, the whole testimony felt like a joke until now and he was a bit embarrassed by it since he'd have to show it to the chief when he comes back.

"His dick... it was huge... not even human..." Michael softly said.

And suddenly, the officer's expression grew blank. For the first time during this interrogation, he actually felt compelled to listen.

"What do you mean?"

"It was... red... enormous... It didn't even have a proper glans and it looked like a spike, a little... and it was pissing sperm everywhere..."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"I wish I was, officer. The guy's penis, if I can call it that way, didn't even fit in the hole and he went hype on fucking it... until he came all over me."

"Why didn't you run away when you saw that... inhuman 'penis'?"

"I... I guess I was too terrified to run." Michael shrugged, unconsciously fondling his aching boner under the table. "If you don't believe me... just analyze my clothes."

"And the man...?"

"The next and last thing I saw from him was a huge furry monster breaking out of the stall. There was no man. That thing... looked like a wolf."

Michael's mind clicked and he added: "A werewolf."

The officer looked at him, skeptical and pensive.

"I heard him say something about his... cum. But I don't know what he wanted to say. That's all I know officer."

Obviously, Michael didn't tell about his previous sexual encounters with, probably, the same guy in the past two weeks. The interrogation session came to a stop and the officer walked the witness outside of the confined room. Officer McCoy was taken slightly aback, not realizing Michael was this... big when he gave him the clothes earlier. The shirt looked snug while the sweatpants looked just a little short on him. It definitely complimented his muscles and impressive height. The officer gasped and let the student walk outside first.

Back in the corridor, Kevin greeted them with a tired yawn.

"T'was time ya came back, bro! I must'a dozed a little, here!"

"I'd say you're good to go for now. We might call you if we got any more questions to ask, so stay alert." Officer McCoy said. "And if you see the beast around the campus, you call 9-1-1, understood?"

The two friends replied in unison.

"Good. I'll drive you back to college, now, for your safety. The streets aren't safe with a beast on the loose tonight."