Owen stood outside the classroom for a long moment, wondering what might be going on inside. He could hear Nick's low growls and Tony's yelps of alarm. The sounds Nick made changed after Mr. Theramont went in--they became louder and more eager.
Moments later, Tony stumbled out of the classroom, slamming the door shut behind him, breathing heavily. His clothes were torn in multiple places, his jockboy muscles visible through the larger holes. He had a look of wide-eyed panic on his face as he turned and saw Owen. But there were no cutting comments, no sneering, looming intimidation. If anything, his look of fright intensified as he scrambled away from his much-smaller classmate. "Leave me the fuck alone!" he squealed, eyes wide with panic. He turned and fled down the hallway, tripping several times over his ripped pants and his own feet in his haste.
Owen watched Tony go, then turned back to the classroom. Even with the door closed, he could hear some of what was going on inside. Nick's grunts were loud and rhythmic, and Owen thought he could hear another male voice--Mr. Theramont, no doubt--letting out a low moan of pleasure. In Owen's fertile imagination, what was happening on the other side of the door was something he would desperately have liked to see. Yet he was worried at the same time. That spark. Was it... was he somehow causing this?
The sound of desks crashing together, coming from the other side of the classroom door, was what convinced Owen that it was time to depart that location. He began heading to the emergency point, then remembered Mr. Theramont's instruction to meet in his office. Sighing, Owen headed straight there, skipping the usual code red rendezvous location.
Theramont's office was spacious, with a large desk and a chair big enough for the man himself, as well as smaller chairs for visitors and even a couch along one wall. There were several bookcases, containing a mix of biology, exercise science, and other assorted books, as well as a few trophies and other mementos. Owen looked it all over curiously, before finally sitting down in one of the chairs, waiting, wondering about what the room's furnishings and reading material said about the hulking man who occupied that particular office.
Half an hour later, Mr. Theramont joined him in the office. To Owen's surprise (and disappointment) the man was fully clothed again. Of course, that made sense, Owen reflected--the instructor had carefully removed his clothing and set it all aside before going in to deal with Nick and rescue Tony. Well, except his underwear, of course. Owen idly wondered if the man had managed to keep that intact or if he was bare under his slacks. Certainly Mr. Theramont's bulge seemed particularly glorious as the man walked past, and Owen was sure he could see the outline of a thick cock and two individual balls moving under the fabric.
Realizing that things were becoming awkward, Owen quietly asked, "Um, will Nick be okay?"
Mr. Theramont smiled. "He'll be fine. Like with Ben, there will need to be a few days of closure while we try to track down just how that happened. As for Nick, he just needed some help with the hormonal spike he was experiencing." The teacher winced slightly as he sat down in his oversized chair, then looked across the desk at Owen. "Once he was out of the worst of it, I talked to him. For some reason, he blames you for his outbreak." Nick had been quite talkative, once the pressing problem of his raging erection and sky-high lust had been dealt with. It had been the most vigorous sexual experience Theramont had in some time.
"Me?" Owen responded, "But I didn't do anything to him! And I don't understand how this is happening, Mr. Theramont, um, sir..."
[Don't you understand?] a needling little voice inside Owen's head asked, [You know what you did to Ben and Mr. Fredericks, and now to Nick too. Do you really think no one will figure out your little secret?]
The hulking teacher looked at Owen sympathetically. "It does seem unlikely that you are causing this, Owen. But given that you have been at the site of two outbreaks now, it cannot be discounted out of hand. If nothing else, we'll have to keep an eye on you, in case you're the next 'victim.'" The big man paused, studying Owen for a moment. "Has anything unusual happened lately? Anything at all that you can think of that might explain why you've been at the site of two outbreaks now?"
"No, nothing," Owen replied.
[No? Not even that spark when you touch them?] came the contradictory thoughts in that sarcastic internal voice, which Owen quickly squelched, hoping that his face didn't show the turmoil he felt within.
"Well, if you happen to think of anything, let me know right away, Owen. This is important. We can't let this sort of thing get out of hand. Understood?" Mr. Theramont was using his authoritative voice. Fuck that voice turned Owen on. He could only nod in agreement. "Right away," Mr. Theramont repeated. Owen nodded again. "Very well, you may go, Owen. Be careful. And think hard about what we've discussed."