Bloodstock Island

Chapter 18

Lost and with nothing else to do, Max kept pacing back and forth. Hands on his head, messing with his hair. He tried hard to think of a way to stop all of this.

With how things were going, he became receptive to what might happen to his friend, considering he’d also experienced such a thing. And he got convinced of the entire story, seeing the group are acting strange and no longer themselves.

“Deputy Klyde! Snap out of it!”

He shouts.

As the fellow shoved his face near the guy’s crotch, eyes rolling at the back of his head, grinning as his tongue hanged from all the heavy breathing. Like a panting dog, he kept huffing at the part, becoming redder than before.

All the others were doing the same, making it difficult for the guy to move, as they were all trying to get closer to him.

“I doubt he’d listen to you.”

Spartacus grumbled, struggling to keep himself standing, since all the weight of all seven individuals pressed on him, as they all were grabbing a hold of him. He knew they were too far off for reasoning, with the symptoms they were showing.

One mistake and he was aware he will wind up in a predicament, with that much people being affected, he could get into a lot of trouble if he end up laying on the ground.

Because being in such a position provides less mobility and the ability to fight. Also, they’d easily pin him down, and even with his unusual strength, he’ll have a hard time escaping, if all of them tackled him with their frenzy.

“All right, I’m going to try to remove them.”

Max takes in a deep breath, pulling up the sleeves of his shirt to stretch out his muscles. Since he’d been with these people, he was familiar with how strong they were, having had the chance to spar with some of them before.

Also, with their numbers now, he would need to use more force if he was going to pull his friend out. He was already seeing the endeavor the guy was in, having to remain that way, all the while being groped, hugged, and tug at.

Just the thought of being in such a situation made every bit of his skin crawl, knowing he would not be able to hold out like that.

“I wouldn’t come near here right now if I were you.”

His friend warned the minute he stepped down.

He gave him a meaningful glare, shaking his head to tell him not to.

But looking at the fellow, he is unsure how long he will last. With how they were moving, it seem they would not stop.

Also, they were becoming more aggressive, as some were trying to kick, claw, and punch the others off. As they fought to have a portion or area for themselves. The entire group was changing into a pack of rabid humans, fighting for a piece of meat.

“We need to do something.”

He blurts out, eyes growing wide when he noticed some of them were getting scratches and some were even biting off one another.

Their drunk faces turning into sharp, wild, and almost craze whenever they would not have their way.

“Just stay there if you know what’s best for you.”

Spartacus groaned, wincing when he felt some of them clawing at him.

As there was now a tug of war happening on who gets him for themselves, their attention was becoming focus on fighting, as they were vying seem unsatisfied with a single area alone.

But Max can no longer hold out. His new friend needed him, and the townsfolk’s have to be put in their place.

One step was all it took for him to have second thoughts. As the minute he got closer, the entire group stop. Their attention immediately shifted to him, sniffing around as if they found another meal.

He swallowed hard, knowing what it could mean, as they just stared at him with a crazed expression. Drool dripping from their faces. They remained steady in anticipation, yet unsure if they could let their first hostage go.

“Why are they looking at me like that?”

Max took a gulp, sensing each hair on his body stand up from those lascivious stares being thrown at him. He’d seen those before and he was sure what they were thinking of doing that time.

A mixture of fear and a surge of unknown readiness brewed inside of him, making him pose into a defensive stance. Every bit of his muscle stiffened, causing his breathing to become erratic as adrenaline pumped through his brain.

He was already calculating the moves he’d need to make to take them out, how much force and speed required. But then, a realization came over him as a jolt of memory appeared in an instant, provoking him to think twice about taking another step.

“You also carry the alpha heat. If you don’t back away, they’re going to get attracted to you, too.”

His friend reminded him of the discussion they had a while ago.

The faces of those normal looking individuals showed up in his mind, making him recall all the times he came by and greeted them, or they would pick up his father and give him some snacks, and with that, his fist softened, wavering as he couldn’t put himself in the place of fighting those people.

“s**t! Is knocking them cold the only way?”

He snaps, irritated by the advice which was given to him last time. He was certain if they were to do that, they all might end up in the hospital. Same as what had happened to the individuals who attacked him before. Though he has not confirmed it, he was sure it left them with a definite injury, rendering them useless.

The weight of doing something like that again is what caused Max to have second thoughts, cause the grasp of guilt was too much for him to handle.

“There are some which come to mind.”

Spartacus grumbled as the group began their ravaging once more. Even though the lad’s face twisted, his grin remained, along with a meaningful stare.

“Then why don’t you do it?”

Max snaps, unable to believe the guy would risk his life like that.

Also, the idea gave him ease, as having an option than hurting these people was better for him. He straightened up, readying himself to listen to what needs to be done.

“I’m sure you ain’t ready for that kind of stuff, so I was holding myself.”

His friend let out a hearty laugh, grimacing when two individuals began viciously sucking on to his hardened n*****s. It was as if they can get something out of there, which was impossible to do so, considering he was a man.

“Why, what is it?”

Max called out, taking the guy’s advice to step back for now. If they were going to do this, he’d rather not be in a position where he could not help.

“We need to satiate them.”

Spartacus’s face became serious. His gaze had this immense ferocity in them which told him the thing he was about to do will not be easy.

It made him shake as a sudden chill came crawling up his spine. Whatever was going on in the guy’s mind, he understood its something which would need him to steel his nerves.

His sights returned to the group, who now growled at each other, though they seemed no longer forcing themselves on his friend. They remained grabbing hold of him, all the while throwing threatening glares and hisses at one another.

“How are we going to do that?”

With the tension of losing any more time, he did not hesitate to ask. With how things were proceeding, each person who got affected by the so-called alpha heat was ready to kill if they did not have their way.

Proof of that was one of them already had a bloody eye from being clawed a while ago, while another had a bruise on his cheeks.

“We need to give them certain body fluids.”

Spartacus’ smirk returned upon saying that, before throwing the same taunting gaze at him. As if he was telling him if he was up for it.

The gesture only made him frown, as Max could not understand what the suggestion meant. He became boggled, since if such a thing was easy, why didn’t the fellow show him how to do it before?

“Which is what, exactly?”

He asks, now curious how they were going to save those individuals from completely turning loon. And also returning them to their formal self.

That only made his friend’s sigh, shaking his head cause he noticed the sudden blanking of Max’s thoughts from all the panic.

“We’ll there’s blood.”

Spartacus stars off with the basic, since he’d read about it before and saw it get done.

Of course, that garnered a wide eye look of disgust from Max. When an image of them looking like hungry monsters out for his flesh, flash before him.

“Are you kidding me!”

He snaps at the fellow, which only made the guy laugh harder again.

Just imagining himself cutting his palms and giving it to those guys was enough to get his stomach churning from the implication of it.

“Well, then there’s also the stuff which we can produce safely.”

Spartacus chuckled, his smirk becoming meaningfully dark. A shadow began to loon over his head as he lowered it for a moment.

“Dude, come on. Quit stalling.”

Max grumbled, noticing the fellow having second thoughts.

Though he couldn’t understand why he’d be like that, there was a part of him which was already warning him about it.

The guy’s face made him nervous since if it was so easily attainable, why was the guy hesitate.

“The thing that comes out of here.”

Spartacus pointed to his crotch, his expression serious, even with the half smile on it.

Max’s lips twitch, mouth gaping as his brows rose at the thought. It made his throat turn dry, along with the immense drumming of his heart inside his chest, all because he was picturing the entire scenario on his head.