Club Zombie 1-4

by Z. Allora

  Alex felt the rush of heat to his face.

  “So you’ve been, shall we say, expressing yourself?” Lafayette wasn’t asking a question so much as he was inviting Alex to help him understand.

  “Yeah. Um, in the extraction room I… err, I take charge of things.”

  “How does taking control make you feel?” Lafayette’s eyes sparkled.

  “Incredible. To have Uli trust me in this way… I don’t know… powerful, good, and right.”

  Lafayette reached for his phone. “Hold on.” He texted with surprising speed and dexterity. A buzz came before he even returned his attention to Alex. “Any issue with Walker joining us?” He sat back and kicked his booted feet up on the desk.

  “Master Walker?” Yikes! The guy was more than a little intimidating. What could he say? Alex had only met Walker once, but he’d heard rumors. Although wary, he trusted Lafayette’s judgment. “Um… yeah, that’s fine.”

  “Great. I think adding him to our conversation would be helpful.” Lafayette texted again, then looked up and asked, “So you’ve never explored this side of yourself until recently?”

  “In the past I pushed the idea away, but now it’s like I’m compelled. I’ve started to do basic research, but it’s not enough. I know I can help my mates get in touch with who they are and what they need so they can fulfill their potential.”

  Lafayette rubbed his chin as Alex poured his heart out.

  A sharp rap on the door startled Alex and made him feel even more unworthy of his dominant inclinations.

  “Enter,” Lafayette called out.

  Walker strode into the office, decked out in a leather jacket, a T-shirt that proclaimed, ‘I speak fluently in sarcasm and movie quotes,’ jeans, and orange Vans. Not what Alex expected from a big scary dominant.

  The man shook Lafayette’s hand, then Alex’s, and took a seat. Lafayette summed up the conversation and then asked, “Opinions?”

  Walker sat back in the chair, folded his arms, regarded Alex, and nodded. “Were the tags in his blood?”

  Lafayette gave a nod.

  What tags in whose blood?

  Walker gestured to Alex. “Then I think when he transitions fully, he’ll be a dominant zombie.”

  “Transition fully?” Alex grabbed a hunk of his hair and twirled the strands. He wasn’t dominant. Not really. Was he? He just wanted control, and for his mates to follow his instructions because doing so would benefit them.

  “It’s rare, but some of us have a secondary transition at twenty-one and become dominant.” Lafayette shifted. “The doctor found possible tags in your blood so this isn’t completely unexpected.”

  Well, that explained a lot. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

  “He didn’t want to alarm you or give false expectations, so he and his staff just kept an eye on you when you retrieved your male essence.” Thinking about his daily visits, they did tend to do a lot of “routine” testing on him.

  Walker sat forward. “Do you have any fantasies in terms of BDSM?”

  “Yeah.” He’d always tried not to have those fantasies. BDSM? Whips and chains? And why did the mere thought of those items make him hard? He turned away, but he couldn’t avoid the images of bondage and discipline flashing before his eyes. He wasn’t going to share how Uli calling him “Master” turned him inside out.

  Lafayette pointed out, “Your past may have hindered your ability to express yourself freely.”

  Walker swiveled in his chair to share a look with Lafayette.

  Shrugging, Lafayette said, “Doesn’t matter. I didn’t have a lot of confidence either, but that was one of the gifts of my secondary transition. A lot of my insecurities weren’t washed away but tempered with self-assurance.”

  “Really?” That would be a blessing Alex couldn’t even imagine.

  “Without question.” Lafayette’s expression was laced with a somewhat dreamy smile.

  “But look at me. I can’t dominate anyone. Who’d listen to me?” Alex, confused by the recent spikes in his emotions, hoped he didn’t sound like a whining brat, but the situation wasn’t making sense.

  “Size and shape have nothing to do with dominance,” Walker clarified. “Dominance is attitude, confidence you exude, showing you can take care of the submissive who puts their trust in you. It’s being willing to accept the exchange of power.”

  Lafayette chuckled. “Alex, I’ll let you in on a secret. When Walker first came to us, he was much like you.”

  “And twice as skittish,” Walker added.

  That was impossible to believe. “No way. What happened?”

  “On the night of my twenty-first birthday, my secondary transition happened. I woke up to find my body had doubled in size, and I’d become almost as muscular as I am now.”

  “Overnight?” Alex choked out in disbelief.

  “Yup.” The guy snickered. “But the biggest difference was all my dominant tendencies solidified. Hell, after my secondary transition, I was convinced I should just move into Behind the Red Door.” When confusion must have registered on Alex’s face, Walker clarified, “The BDSM part of the club where guys go because they feel the need to submit or dominate.”

  Lafayette chuckled. “Though, right now your mate takes up all your energy. I’ve rarely seen you out of your apartment.”

  “Raven has a lot of needs, and I make sure I satisfy them all.” Walker’s deep laughter joined Lafayette’s.

  Worry weighed down on Alex. He shook his head. “I don’t know how to dominate anyone. Not really. I’ve only played with the controls in the extraction room.” BDSM excited him, but he didn’t have the knowledge to carry out the visions racing through his head. A shudder ran the length of his body as he imagined bending his mates to his will and satisfying them in ways they hadn’t considered before.

  Walker scratched his neck. “Some of it comes to you automatically at the secondary transition, and the other stuff we can teach you.”

  Lafayette added, “Actually, I think we should start training you now since your birthday is coming up, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah.” He’d work hard. Would he really become what he dreamed? At least one part of his body was ready for this new adventure. Even after all the donations this morning, Alex’s penis had become erect, seemed to have a heartbeat, and was very interested in the topic at hand.

  He crossed his legs to hide his embarrassment, his mind made up. He’d do this, not only for himself, but for his mates as well. “What do I need to do?”

  “Education and training. We’ll help you with both. Come back tomorrow around lunchtime.” Walker handed Alex a book on the basics of BDSM.

  Next day they met in Lafayette’s office, and Alex returned the book.

  “All finished?” Lafayette asked.

  Alex gave him a nod. He’d read it twice.

  “What did you learn?” Walker asked.

  “How important trust is.”

  Lafayette nodded. “In some ways, you’ll have an easier time because your partners will already have your complete trust. Mates instinctively trust each other.”

  Walker added, “Though patience will be harder for you.”

  “You’ll know what your mate needs, but you have to be patient. You can’t skip steps to make it easier on them. Your need for an immediate fix will be almost overwhelming,” Lafayette answered Alex’s unasked question.

  “Patience… I can do that,” Alex stated with more confidence than he felt.

  Lafayette handed him a light paddle.

  Walker moved behind him and he wrapped a hand over Alex’s. “Here, loosen up a bit.”

  How could he hurt one of his mates like he’d been hurt? He tightened his grip on the paddle, closed his eyes and swung halfheartedly. The wood bit into the pillow, missing his target by a mile.

  “I don’t think I can,” Alex admitted.

  “Why?” Lafayette was there with a bottle of water for him.

  Alex drank half the bottle, hoping to come up wi
th an answer. “As a child I—”

  “You were abused,” Walker supplied and squeezed his hand over Alex’s before dropping it. “And you don’t want to hurt someone else like that.”

  “Yeah.” Alex’s voice cracked.

  “Abuse and BDSM are truly on opposite ends of the spectrum.” Lafayette paced. “Because of your history, you’ll be extra careful never to cross that line. You’ll only introduce impact play when necessary for your mates.”

  “I know it in my head, but….”

  Cutter was abusing himself already. How could Alex add to that? Although he’d read several submissives’ personal experiences about how they were able to transfer the need to cut over to their need to serve their Master? Their Masters shared how they were eventually able to move their subs away from a dependence on cutting to a place where they could ask for a scene. Their needs were met in a controlled environment. “I need to learn this… teach me.”

  Walker nodded. “Stay in the present moment. Think only of your sub’s needs and your actions. Now, let’s work on technique.”

  Alex adjusted his grip on the paddle. “Like this?”

  “Yes. Good.” Walker adjusted Alex’s thumb.

  He handed the paddle over for Walker to demonstrate.

  Walker grasped the handle in a firm grip. “What I’d recommend is touch or tap the spot you want to strike first. Touch, pull back, tap, draw back, then—”

  Swat! Bull’s eye! Walker hit the pillow’s target dead center.

  “Patience. Aim. Deliver.”

  Alex accepted the wooden paddle back, and he found the right grip.

  Tap, arm back, tap, pull back, tap, swing, and connect.

  “Perfect. Again.” Walker circled him.

  That night Alex had another dream, but this time it wasn’t a nightmare. Alex threw the covers off. Another dream, but this time it wasn’t a nightmare. He’d dreamed of using the paddle on Cutter, Storm, and Uli. The vision of their red asses made him rock-hard.

  Instead of taking a cold shower he wrapped his hand around his shaft and pumped. He envisioned how, after a playful paddling, all his mates and he would be together. They would kiss, touch, lick, suck and he would—

  “God!” He stifled his groan as he came.

  Alex did it—he touched himself until he came!

  He grimaced at the mess and wiped his come with some tissue, then slumped down into the bed. Wow!

  Dirty pig! His mother’s voice tried to steal his success.

  No! It’s natural and it’s not bad. You were a sick person who didn’t know how to love anyone, including yourself. I’m an adult who successfully completed homework my therapist gave me years ago.

  He slept with a smile on his face.

  The next day Alex met with Walker and Lafayette to work on bondage. He wiped the sweat from his face.

  “You did well. I think you have basic bondage down. I’m impressed you could rig the vertical, horizontal, and inverted suspension.”

  Alex had no plans on trying those any time soon, but he’d studied all the books Walker and Lafayette had given him. His mates didn’t need erotic helplessness, but it might be fun in the future.

  Lafayette chuckled. “It was the first time I’ve seen one of our new practice dolls in inverted suspension.”

  Walker slapped Alex on the back and laughed. “When the head came off… I know I jumped ten feet.”

  “Not Alex.” Pride and praise laced through Lafayette’s tone. “He just secured the wrap and then put the head back on as if nothing happened.”

  Alex hadn’t known what else to do. “Safety first.”

  Walker frowned. “Look, I know you won’t work with anyone else. I get it. But you need some exposure to these concepts in actual practice.”

  Lafayette nodded. “I agree. I asked Beau, and Walk, if you wanna ask Raven, I thought we could do a little demonstration. You up for that?”

  Alex swallowed hard. “Yeah, I think that sounds good.”

  10

  I Never… But I Want To

  Uli woke up drained and exhausted. Over the past week or two, he’d grown more and more weary. Kai told him not to worry, the tiredness was normal for a soon-to-be-zombie, and after he ingested the medicine he’d feel incredible. His cousin still continued to refer to ejaculate as medicine. In a way, medicine was an accurate description, because without the fluid, zombies would cease to function and exist.

  Today his four-year transition into becoming a full zombie began. From now on, he’d need male essence on a daily basis. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about losing his ability to orgasm, because he’d found his mate before he turned twenty-three. Cutter Morgan. Ah, Cutter was his mate.

  Cutter wouldn’t be back until later tonight. Cutter and Storm planned to drive all day once Cut was free of the treatment center to celebrate Uli’s birthday.

  Kai and Alex had been completely opposed to Uli having the usual type of zombie party. Uli wasn’t into that type of party anyway, but he did want a small celebration with Alex, Cutter, and Storm.

  Keeping out non-zombies might be the only rule Lafayette and Beau truly enforced. Non-zombies weren’t allowed in the residential area, to lessen the risk of exposure to the zombie world and to ensure everyone’s privacy.

  It took some convincing, but Uli had gotten Lafayette and Beau to bend the rule to allow Cutter and Storm to attend his birthday party. The celebration would be held his and Alex’s apartment. Although Cut and Storm needed to remain in the apartment until at least ten the next morning.

  When Uli sold the timing of the forced curfew to his friends he didn’t lie, he just blamed a funky security system. Neither seemed to mind having a sleepover.

  Hot damn! He was excited to be with Cutter again. Cutter was sweet, funny, and had a vulnerability that made Uli want to protect him. He blocked out the image of a dark and sexy Storm as his heart raced at the thought of seeing him again too. Uli ignored his longing to drop to his knees and suck Alex off just to be the one to make him scream with pleasure.

  Cutter! He needed to focus on savoring his mate’s essence. Though Uli wouldn’t be able to wait until Cut got back. He required essence now.

  Alex was right across the hall. Beautiful, innocent Alex, who was probably hard since they hadn’t been to the extraction room yet, would have the essence Ulrich needed. He should walk into Alex’s bedroom, drop to his knees, and get what he required straight from the source.

  Uli struggled to an upright position in bed and pushed off the covers. Even with his inexperience his eagerness would outshine the milking device.

  No! He wouldn’t cross that line, no matter how sensational the experience of drinking Alex would be. He should feel ashamed for wanting to do things to both Alex and Storm, but somehow the guilt remained absent.

  However, he had no negative emotions about making out with Alex or letting him control the dials of pleasure the milking device doled out. Somehow being with Alex in this way felt right.

  Why did nothing make sense? His head was too fuzzy to puzzle out the dilemma.

  Uli skimmed a hand down his body, grasped his semierect cock, and rubbed the shaft. Good, but his cock didn’t even harden fully, and he didn’t have the strength to jerk it.

  Shit! He definitely needed to get to the doctor’s office. Hauling himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, he gave a big push and stumbled to his closet. He pulled out a pair of faded blue jeans and a red button-up shirt. He grabbed a pair of red cotton underwear, sat down to pull them on, and almost fell. Struggling, he got into his jeans.

  Damn, he wanted to lie down and sleep for a year. He dragged on his shirt and didn’t try to close it before heading out to find Alex.

  Alex was in the kitchen making breakfast. When he spotted Uli, he slammed the fabric-covered book he was reading shut and shoved it into his backpack. Maybe it had something to do with why he’d been gone so much recently. Uli should ask him about—

  Alex started singi
ng in a rich baritone, “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.” His voice became a bit breathy, which only added to its appeal. “Happppppy birthday, dear Ulllllllll-rrrrrriiiiiiiiiicccccccchhhhhhhhhhhh!” He took a big inhale. “Happy birthday to you.”

  Ulrich applauded his appreciation with a great deal of effort, and then he grabbed the back of the chair to remain standing. He must’ve appeared quite pitiful, holding on to the chair for support.

  Alex hurried over to him. “Here, let me.” Long, agile fingers fastened the red buttons of his shirt, warm fingertips accidentally brushing against his chest. Uli’s body attempted to respond, but his fatigue prevented the unwanted hard-on.

  Alex helped him sit down before Uli hit the floor. “I thought you might be hungry.” He caressed Uli’s face.

  Uli didn’t stop himself from leaning into the touch. Alex had grown into so much more than just his best friend. A burst of love erupted from his heart and spread throughout his body.

  “Oh, I remember exactly how you feel.” Alex’s all-black clothing highlighted his pale skin and red lips. It gave him a vampiric appearance. With a small frown he slid into his chair. “After you eat, we’ll go to the doctor’s office.”

  The doctor, right. Alex wasn’t his mate. Uli pulled back from the caress. “Yeah, okay.”

  He shouldn’t mourn the fact that Alex hadn’t offered to give him what he needed right there next to their dining table. It was stupid to desire him to provide essence. Uli ate the lovely breakfast of pancakes and sausage without really appreciating the buttery, syrupy goodness.

  After breakfast, Alex assisted Uli to the doctor’s office.

  Nurse Roberts greeted them. “Happy transition day!” He handed each of them delicate champagne flutes as he left the room. The spiral etching in the crystal sparkled in the sunlight steaming in from the window.

  Alex blushed as he stared at his glass. “I guess he wanted to make this special.”