Bloodstock Island

Chapter 5

“Hello, anybody in there?”

He waves in front of mister Jefferson’s face, trying to gain his attention. The old man just gave him a drunk smile as his eyes closed halfway.

A few quick snaps of his fingers and he lost interest in his classmates and the geezer. He made his way to the other three guys that were there.

This time, he used more drastic measures. Throwing in a few faint punches, but still that didn’t have any effect.

Not even Ray, who was the most vulnerable among the group, did not flinch at the trick. He could not help but smirk at how stupid they looked right now, as they seem to be in some sort of trance.

All four of them were doing deep breaths, as if they inhaling a somewhat intoxicating air at that moment.

“What kind of sick joke are you up to this time?”

He tries to let out a chuckle, still thinking of what is it they had in store for him. He was sure that they were bound to do something, not minding if he liked it or not.

After a few minutes of standing there, he finally lost all patience that he had left for them and searched the floor for his clothes. The first thing that he found was his boxer, which has somehow made its way on the duffle bag.

No longer bothered by the people who acted like dummies, staying idly in there, all the while continuing to breathe in whatever it was in the room that they seem to enjoy.

He looked back at them once more to make sure that they remained stupefied, shaking his head in disgruntlement, because once again, his time ended up getting wasted.

Once he was sure all was well, he bent down to pick his undergarment, only to end up frowning when he notices that all his other stuff was there. He could not help but snarl after rummaging further into the large bag.

“What the f**k!”

He roared when he felt a hand squeeze his rear. It made him turn around so fast that he lost his balance, making him land on his bottom. He was ready to throw in a punch, but his face ended up gaping when several more hands grabbed hold of him.

He was now spread eagle on the floor as Eric and Josh clutched his arms, pinning him from the shoulders, all the while Ray and mister Jefferson was tightly hugging his legs, with the older man lay close to his leg, head already hitting his crotch.

They had this craze look on their faces, drooling as they began sniffing at him like a bunch of starved, rabid dogs.

“s**t, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

He snaps when their wet, slimy tongue started traveling on his skin, making its way on parts of his body that he’d rather not get touched.

He groaned and growled, struggling to loosen himself, but it was futile as the weight of all four men was too heavy for him.

“What the f**k, mister Jefferson!”

Max screamed aloud when the old coot began engulfing the wholeness of his still flaccid member into its mouth. The unfamiliar feeling of its warm and narrow insides cause an extreme tingling of his body.

He felt scared and angry all from that immense ticklish and knee melting sensitivity that he was receiving.

A few more seconds and his shaft was as rigid as a rock, displaying its massiveness and length. It did not last long before the man could no longer gobble it up and just ended up suckling the top.

As this was happening, the other three were pinching, rubbing, and groping what they could.

A few more moments and his c**k twitched and his insides started rumbling from all the new sensations that were ravaging every corner of his veins.

His body began moving on its own from that weird electrifying affliction that was plaguing his inner being, causing his toes to stretch out and then curl when that unknown build up on his lower parts increased.

The councilor continued the onslaught of sucking and pumping, which caused it to continue growing inside.

There was something in the deep corners of his mind that told him to hold it in and keep it there, though another part of him was screaming for its escape.

His self-control was waning each second, for all he could do was lie there on his back, clenching his fist as his leg straightened while he let out a loud groan.

“Mister Jefferson, stop!”

Max’s voice was almost horse, when he felt the at the tip of losing himself from that immense feeling.

His mind was going blank from the sheer pulse of adrenaline that was spreading all over him and within minutes, he no longer had control. With one quick jerk of his hip, he stopped the councilor from his actions, allowing him to reach for his wanton release.

It caught the old man by surprise that he could not keep hold of him, losing his grip on the tip of his shaft.

For a second he had lost himself, when something inside of him seem to have exploded, sending him into an abrupt spasm.

The entire experience was so vivid, yet also felt like that from a dream. It was so new and intense that he ended up losing his head in the clouds for a moment.

He convulse for a good few seconds, his back arching while letting himself be free from all that exhilaration. His blood rushed so fast that he could hear his heartbeat.

But after all of that, he noticed that extreme sensitivity on his manhood, causing him to flinch when it got touched again.

Though weakened and panting, Max tried to fix himself, when suddenly, all four of the men finally let him go.

They were racing for that liquid that had come out of him. They acted like lunatics as they fought to have a taste of it, as if it was some kind of treat.

“What the f**k is wrong with all of you?”

He was still panting as he crawled away from them, as the group then turned to him when they caught a waft of that stuff on him.

It was then that he finally had a sudden clarity that something was not right.

In seconds, he posed to strike, sending a kick at the councilor when the old man reached for him again.

He then gave the other three a decent serving of his fist and knee on their stomach when they jump on him, knocking Ray and Eric out for good.

The other two still tried to stand up, all the while letting out a pained groan.

He stopped for a while, thinking that he might end up in a lot of trouble for what he did, but immediately took it back when he noticed that there wasn’t even any bruise or wound on the old scoundrel.

Quickly grabbing all his things after dressing up, he leaves the still stupor councilor inside the locker room, not wanting to experience another kind of extortion from the man.

He couldn’t understand the sudden state the group was in, nor for the act that they had performed on him, but he had had enough, as that entire incident was the last straw.