Bloodstock Island

Chapter 17

Max couldn’t believe what was happening. The entire group quickly agreed without contemplating. Nodding in unison with a glimmer in their eyes.

All of them suddenly turned flush, breathing becoming deep and erratic. Hands twitching as they touched the firm clothing on the guy.

But not a single of them move, frozen in place as if they were a dangerous animal waiting for prey. The wind continued to blow, allowing the guy’s faint musk to scatter more, being released further to each and everyone of them.

“Check his clothes.”

Klyde ordered. Though his voice remained steady, his lips were forming into a grin.

The man had not even finished his sentence, yet all seven officers move in unison and haste.

It was those words that broke the thin ice of silence and civility among them.

Their hands were immediately grasping Spartacus’ body, no longer caring for any protocol or decency towards the lad. They were all groping, touching, and pinching.

All the while, the guy remained steady with his arms raised up without a care, grinning as each individual had their fill.

Afterwards, they began pulling his shirt off, and the minute they glimpsed at the man’s smooth well tone body, they became more aggressive, as if they all needed to have a feel of his skin into their own.

It was only when one of them started unbuckling the guy’s belt that Max stepped in, suddenly worrying for his friend.

“Deputy, is that really necessary?”

He calls out to them, trying to reason out. But his words fell on deaf ears as they continued to unbutton the lad’s pants.

Spartacus ended up in a chuckle, watching as they struggled with his strap and the button’s and fly on it. He gave him a meaningful stare when their eyes met.

“You better move back, Max. Else they might come for you.”

The fellow states, giving him a good nod to walk away for his own safety.

He swallowed hard, suddenly having an odd sensation within him, shivering as several flashbacks of his own experience came rushing. He began perspiring uncontrollably, getting those weird memories of hands on him, making react like he too was being grabbed onto.

It made him want to help his friend, knowing how uncomfortable and disturbing the whole situation was.

But when he looked at his companion, his face remained smirking, his brows doing the playful motion of going up and down, telling him he was in control.

“Spartacus, isn’t that a bad idea?”

Max snaps, his voice shaky when he saw how the group had pulled down the guy’s pants. It now left him with only his white underwear, black boots and sock, the fellow even stepped out of it when one officer started pulling on it.

At that point, all seven were now on their knees continuing with their odd inspection of rubbing their palms on his thigh, calves, and ass, saving the fronts side as they eyed it with glee.

“Hey, you were the one who wanted to know if its real or not.”

The lad shrugs, snorting as his smile lessened into a half. He remained poised and steady, unbothered by all the stuff being done to him.

The guy didn’t unfazed when a few started sniffing at him, pressing their noses so close they were already touching him with the tip.

“But aren’t you infecting them with the alpha heat thing?”

It was his primary concern, seeing as how the entire group was becoming more daze with each passing moment.

Also, they now removed the guys’ shoes and socks, which left the fellow with only his undergarments.

They were drooling, turning beet red from being so close to the dude. Each time they’d exhale, they would release a puff of smoke from their mouths.

“Nope, what is there to infect? Like I said, this isn’t a virus, it’s a condition of ours. They’re just reacting to us. This is their bodies doing.”

Spartacus explains.

The guy did not even flinch when all seven began letting their tongue out, sticking it straight for any part they can. The expression they gave out made them look like drunken men enjoying a giant piece of human dessert, and they loved each bit as they smiled with delight at the taste.

They continued to lick, suck, and inhale to areas they have access to, as they now moved. Some remained kneeling, wanting to savor the guy’s feet, others went right above his leg, sniggering at the scent of it, while most of them chose the armpits, chest, and belly button.

“But why? What’s causing this?”

Max still tried to make sense of it all, trying to get as much detail and information as he can, since his friend was now being covered by a frenzied gang.

He couldn’t bring himself to hurt these people, knowing how nice they were to him. Besides that, they were police officer which could very well put him into a lot of trouble if he beats them up.

“He’ll, I don’t know? I wasn’t listening to my history teacher when they taught that.”

Spartacus chuckled, since the men were fighting over who gets what on his body. Though they remained in a daze, it seems part of them were still conscious of what they were doing.

“I heard nothing about this kind of thing.”

He snaps.

For the longest time, being a straight-A student, not once has he read or encountered a story which included such a case. And to think he is a heavy reader and an attentive listener in class.

There’s no mention of such news, the papers. It made him consider a number of ideas because of all the evidence.

“Like I said. Your town seems ignorant of the realities.”

His friend replies. His face started to twitch, letting out groans, as his body now began reacting from all those act being done to it. n*****s erecting, a bulge showing on his white undies, and his breathing becoming erratic. It clearly showed a state of arousal.

Max too tensed up, having those odd, lingering sensations haunting him once more. It was as if he too was being affected by all of it, all because of the memories of those lascivious acts done to him.

“Then what should we do?”

He screams aloud, not liking the sensations he is having at the moment.

His mind raced, heat building up in places he didn’t like, which made him feel odd and weird at the same time.

Besides that, all the officers were becoming more lewd, as each and everyone of them stripped themselves, needing to cool off.

“Easy. We just have to take control of the situation.”

Spartacus murmurs, taking deep breaths as he spoke.

He had his hands on several faces, pushing them aside as they were trying to come near his privates.

But the group was becoming harder to deal with, as they were now all targeting one body part alone. The only thing stopping them was they were all vying for the same area, which cause a lot of them to push each other.

“How? They’re going crazy!”

Max shouts, huffing and puffing from the insane surge of thoughts running through his head. There was a side of him which was telling him to beat the crap out of them, all so they can get out of there, but then another was yelling not to do so, since he could hurt them.

Besides that, a third voice inside him was trying to claw its way out, whispering something indecent and disturbing. It caused his entire body to tremble, each time he’d catch a whiff of what it wants.