Bloodstock Island

Chapter 20

Max can’t stop, his eyes growing wide, standing there while everything unfolded in front of him. He swallowed hard in awe, getting a sudden throbbing in his chest.

He still could not believe what he was seeing with his very own sights. All seven officers kneeled before Spartacus, all reaching out to him with their blushing faces, drooling just by looking.

None of them spoke yet, all of them move in unison, following the lad’s motion. It was as if he was controlling them with his mind, reflecting on what he was thinking.

Even if he was far from them, there was this tugging sensation behind his head whenever the guy willed them to do his bidding. And it caused his entirety clinch, needing to hit something every time it was done.

With a flick of his finger, he made them bow down. With a stare, all of them sat like dogs, tongues hanging out while panting.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Max hollered, turning beet red, feeling the sudden rising of blood from parts of his body surging into each corner of his veins.

He was having second hand embarrassment from the situation, seeing what the guy was making the daze individuals do.

He gave two the task of licking his erect n*****s. Two more in his armpits. The remaining ones were helping with Deputy Klyde, who focused mainly on the fellow’s crotch. All of them showing no signs of disgust, hesitation, or defiance from any of them.

Though he understood an inkling of what’s going on. A part of him remained scrupulous about everything, having a mix of awkwardness and the odd tingling within him because of several flashbacks from his own experience.

“Watch and learn. This is how you handle an Om subius peacefully.”

With that, Spartacus pulls down his underwear, revealing his now massive manhood, pointing upward like a spear ready to stab.

Flustered, Max looked away, until the officer took the whole thing into his mouth. The man didn’t seem to have any trouble with sucking the part, even showing enthusiasm at what he was doing.

He could hear loud moans and groans from the lad, eyes rolling on the back of his head from the immense pleasure. His scent became stronger, making Max’s nose sting and twitch.

It reminded him of vinegar and blood, which cause him to retreat, irritated by the rancid stench. Yet the group seems to enjoy the smell, becoming more frenzied and heated.

“Yeah! You like that, don’t you?”

The lad says shoving his full length straight into the man’s throat, causing a sudden gag. But not stopping him from his deed.

A few moments more and everyone of them were gathering between the lad’s legs, their faces remained reddening, breath smoking with each exhale.

In minutes, Spartacus thrusts, groaning with each push, that causes the entire group to become excited. All of them opened up their mouth in anticipation, knowing what was about to come.

A loud grumble escape the lad before he shivered, arching as he gave a last thrust into the deputy’s cavity. They could see how the man’s throat moved, along with a few drops of white liquid from his lips, before falling unconscious on the drudgery.

“That one should be good for now.”

The guy panted, seeing the fainted individual on the ground.

Though he was no longer awake, the dazed smile remained on his face. Making Max frown in confusion about what could they have attained from it.

But then again, he remembered how mister Jefferson and his classmates fought for the fluid he had released, so he was aware what had occurred.

The thought of that made his body tingle, shivering at the memory of those mind blowing sensation. It awakened something within him, making his own private twitch.

A piece he’d buried deep inside of him resurfaced as a need emerged from the depths of his unconscious.

“What now Max? You going to help me or not?”

Spartacus shouts, seeing as he remained frozen in place.

His mind fought, having conflicting thoughts about the job at hand. A part of him told him it was crazy, while another urge him for the sake of experiencing the thrilling sensation of release.

In the end, the latter who won, because his body went on a rampage, screaming in need of the wanton excitement from his memories.

“Is this really all right?”

He uttered one last time, guilt stricken at what he was about to do. He wasn’t afraid or anything; only doubtful they were doing this against their will somehow.

There is this nagging debate in his mind, which was about the reality they were affecting them, which meant they were unaware of what they were doing.

“Believe me, they’ll thank you for it.”

Spartacus grabs hold of another person, shoving his manhood into the person’s mouth in one go.

Once more, he repeated the task he’d done to the deputy, this turn taking longer than before, which cause the others to become agitated.

“Anytime now, Max.”

The fellow says, noticing the unease and wildness winning over the remaining five people who’m could not get satisfied with tasting.

It seems the mind control could only work for a limited time, as they were not responding to the lad’s domination at that point.

Upon realizing the danger, he gathered every ounce of courage he had, strengthening his resolve. But the shame kept creeping in inside of him, forcing him to freeze in place.

His innards became hot, drying his throat, yet his sweat was as cold as ice, causing him to shiver each time the wind blew.

“Give me a minute!”

He snaps after getting a glare from the guy.

The turmoil within was making it hard to make himself ready, let alone do the same thing. He can’t get past the idea he was forcing himself onto some helpless, mindless individual.

Unlike mister Jefferson and the three numbskulls who got what’s coming to them, these people were different. They were good, and just doing their job, and yet here they were in the same situation as those four who tried to seize advantage of him.

It did not sit right with him, being on the side of the spectrum. The whole idea made him feel like a tyrant, doing something to someone with the lack of agreement or understanding.

“Don’t think too much about it. Just allow your instinct to take over.”

Spartacus states in humming tone, moaning with after every sentence because of his continues efforts.

Max takes in a deep breath, listening to the guy’s advice. He sets aside any doubts and worries he was having, taking all those stuff into the back of his head and shutting everything else out.

The only thing he listened to was the whispers and calls of his body’s murmurs, the one who’d been trying to claw its way out of him.

From recollecting the time he came to know those things jolted his carnal side awake, causing ticklish little electricity to scatter all over him.

Upon opening his eyes, a different adrenaline surged into him, gazing on those flush and craving faces, narrowing onto those wet, warm, and dripping mouth of theirs.

Their images slowly resembling those of the individuals who took away his innocence, making his manhood twitch and grow.

He steps forward, no longer having the stiffness in his legs, as his body now listened to those animalistic impulses which took over.

In seconds, the crazed officers noticed him, sizing him as he moves closer, their grins grew wide, their sights glimmering with the light the moment he began taking off his shirt.

There were a few specific people whom he eyed, since they were the ones he found pleasant. And as if by cue, they all move towards him, crawling on all fours as if they were obedient dogs to his will.

Spartacus remained observing, amaze how Max easily took away all three with no sorts of battle between their scents, which usually caused confusion.

It basically overpowered his own, which he had never seen before.

Like slaves to their own desire, the officers were quick to reach out and study the new body being offered to them.

Overwhelmed by the strength of vigor it was releasing, they nearly rolled to the back of their heads, having tasted the salty, musky skin which had even more flavor.

Max’s urge finally takes over. With a single hand, he grabs ahold of one of them, squeezing his entire face into his palm.

The hapless fellow huffed and moaned in delight as he let his thumb slide into its mouth to test the heat and texture.

He does this on the other two, and once he had chosen the smoothest of them all, he fearlessly sat down and allow them to serve his needs.

Spartacus frowned in confusion, but was too pre-occupied to care. He became awe from the bravery and confidence to be in such a position.

Max was like a master leaning down on the cold ground. His motion remained stiff, hardened yet enticing to the group.

One began serving his chest, licking it vigorously. Another went behind and supported his back, all the while taking care of his neck. The last crawled straight between his legs, handling his now bulging staff.

The moment he had the feel of those warm, wet, and tightness in his c**k, the burst of sensation filled him.

As if lightning bolts took over every single part of him, having surrendered to his body’s compulsion, all other concerns drowned. He relaxes, as he allowed himself to be pleasured, surrendering it all to the call of his flesh.

His moan and groans came out in loud and uncontrolled waves. Finally, letting the build up he’d been keeping in release.

It did not even take a minute before he sense himself nearing the edge. He grabs hold of the head servicing him, plunging himself into the farthest part of its throat.

The explosion cause him to almost whimper in delight, groaning while his entire body tensed from the ecstasy of escape. As if a damn had burst all the water it was keeping.

The hapless guy gagged, unable to breathe because of the act, but did not struggle. But the fellow accepted every ounce of his fluids being released.

The amount was abundant to flow out of the man’s mouth, dripping in abundance, which prompted another officer towards it, craving to have a taste.

After having knocked out his first, Max takes on his second one, no longer wasting time.

He immediately makes them take his still pulsing shaft, not wanting to decrease the sensation there.

The intensity became immense, more sensitive and stronger in shockwaves, which was enough to make his knees weak.

Yet that did not stop him from proceeding, as he now hungered for the lustful barrage which took over his entire being.

In minutes, he was pumping like crazy, gritting his teeth in anticipation of experiencing the sensual explosion once more. But it seems to tease him, no longer coming to his demand, slowly reaching but then retreating.

It required different motions now and then before he could let out the second one.

This time, he was smiling, moaning in delight from the mind shattering rush, tickling and pinching every part of him.

That Nearly caused him to black out, as his head seems to float into nothingness.

He was gasping for air, sweating and weakened, but the flame within him remained burning and uncontrolled, glaring at the last person there.

He didn’t wait for him, instead he turns around, stands up, and let him take it while kneeling.

Max’s sanity gave in, having lost to the thralls of the lascivious thirst which seem to continue on.

His hips moved in a rhythmic motion, plowing right into the deepest part of the final fellow. No longer caring if he was choking him with his massiveness, as he only cared about his own innate need for another release.

Max's expression resembled that of the drunken ones, having submitted to the most basic of his instinct.

Nothing mattered anymore but satisfying the one desire which his mind screamed out.