Club Zombie 1-4

by Z. Allora

  “Impatient.” Lafayette stated rather then asked, “So needy, my baby is… isn’t he?”

  “Yes, Master.” Beau pushed his naked rump out for more of Lafayette’s attention.

  Alex hadn’t seen many backsides, but Beau had a nice one.

  “But we do this at my pace.” Lafayette strolled over to one of the ornately carved, antique cherry armoires in the corner. “Pet, turn your head toward the wall.” Lafayette wasn’t even looking in his mate’s direction, but he was correct: Beau had faced the direction of Lafayette’s footsteps instead of the wall.

  “Yes, Master.” Beau swung his head back around so his nose pointed to the wall.

  Catching Alex’s eye, Lafayette reminded him, “Always set the pace and keep progression of the session based on how your mate reacts and not what he thinks he wants.”

  “I think I like these rings,” Beau moaned and tugged at them.

  Lafayette rubbed the paddle over Beau’s backside. “Not time for you to be thinking, is it?”

  “No, Fayette. I mean, Master—” Beau absorbed the first strike with a grunt.

  Lafayette pulled the paddle back and landed the wood again. The smack bounced off around the room.

  Raven’s soft whimper drew Alex’s attention. His partner feathered hands over his body. The action shouldn’t have been torture.

  Alex slid closer and his face heated. He couldn’t keep his gaze off the chastity device Raven wore. The artistically designed silver dragon encircled his shaft in a rather ingenuous way to prevent unauthorized eruptions. Raven’s throbbing erection bobbed and the moisture rolled out of the dragon’s mouth and down the spiraled scales encircling the shaft.

  Walker stepped away from his mate, motioning with his head for Alex to follow him out of hearing distance of Raven. “At times, you must alter what your mate needs because it can be a crutch. Part of your job is to help heal wounds so your mate, or in your case, mates, can reach their full potential.”

  Cutter and his obsession with cutting came to Alex’s mind. The self-abuse was a way to bring internal pain, strong emotions, and stress under control. He prayed the rehab facility really helped. If not, they’d have to find a way to help him deal with life without turning to cutting for relief.

  BDSM wasn’t a cure, but it would offer Cutter a break from the troubles of his reality. Alex hoped the time-out would allow him the distance Cut needed to face his challenges without hurting himself.

  Walker prowled back to his mate. “Another part of your job is to help your mate have fun.” He grinned with what Alex would deem evil intent. Walker turned his full attention to Raven. He ran his fingers up and down Raven’s side and dug into his armpits.

  Raven bucked, sputtered, and laughed. “Stop. Stop! No!” he begged while laughing and squirming.

  Walker tickled him until he gasped for breath.

  Storm was serious all of the time. Well, when he wasn’t being a jackass. Maybe Alex could help him find happiness and play during sexual exploration. He quietly snorted. The virgin top plans to teach one of his mates to have fun during sex. Perhaps Alex should have sex and get more experience before thinking about directing the activity for a purpose.

  A groan followed by an “Oh, yes, there!” let Alex know the mood had changed to one of physical love. Walker and Raven had finished with their play and barreled headfirst toward sex.

  Alex returned to Lafayette and Beau.

  Lafayette acknowledged him with a nod but didn’t speak. He had switched from the paddle to the crop. Every strike to Beau’s deeply reddening skin caused a moan of sensual agony. Lafayette seemed to have found his top space and kept up a rhythm until Beau hung limply from the rings. Instantly, Lafayette unbuckled his mate from the straps.

  Beau stumbled back into Lafayette’s arms.

  Raven’s cries of pleasure rang out. Walker cast the silver dragon side, allowing Raven to enjoy his pleasure fully. His body rippled as Walker sucked on him.

  Alex spun away and focused on Beau and Lafayette. Lafayette half carried his lethargic mate to the side of the room where a cozy makeshift bed had been prepared on one of the larger padded tables. Lafayette did everything by the book. He rested Beau on his side.

  “Shhh, you did well, Beau.” Lafayette cuddled the man to him.

  “Alex, would you grab me a water and a blanket,” Walker called out from across the room. He was still on his knees and went right back to providing oral love.

  Alex hesitated at the refrigerator long enough for Walker to complete the activity. He grabbed the red blanket off the platform on his way over to the couple. When Alex approached him with the cold bottle of water, Walker cuddled Raven protectively to him and took the blanket. “Thanks. Remember aftercare is vital. Isn’t it, my pet?”

  Raven whispered, “Yes,” but never opened his eyes as he snuggled closer to his Master. Walker took the red fleece blanket and wrapped his sub in its warmth.

  “Remember, after a scene a sub’s temperature could drop with the absence of stimulation,” Walker reminded Alex. “And it’s critical for the dominant not to abandon the sub. The completion of a BDSM scene, much like strenuous exercise, needs a cool-down period. It’s like a reentry into reality.” As he fussed with Raven, Walker added, “Sometimes, that involves sex… sometimes not.”

  Across the room, the movements of the blankets cocooning Lafayette and Beau reinforced that they were using sex to come down from their high as well. Beau’s cries of “Harder, harder” confirmed the theory.

  Alex made himself scarce.

  12

  Spanks to You

  “Alex, I really wish you’d reconsider and spend the night in the medical facility,” Dr. Mayer harped for the umpteenth time.

  Geez, Alex had only come in to get his essence. “Doc, I know, but you said there’s nothing anyone can do. You said there’s never been an issue. Besides, once I tell Ulrich, he’ll watch over me and let you know if there’s a problem.”

  The doctor crossed his arms and stared out the window for a minute. “Come in tomorrow once the transition is complete.”

  “Sure thing.” Alex turned to head out.

  “Alex?”

  “Yeah?” Alex tried not to be snappish, but the restless anticipation was making him crazy.

  “Happy birthday.”

  “Thanks, Dr. Mayer.” He didn’t exhale until he hit the brisk air.

  “Happy birthday, Alex!” Beau pulled him into a hug and whispered, “Remember, the physical changes of this secondary transition will begin right after midnight. Make sure you’re in bed.”

  Alex didn’t need to be reminded. It was impossible to forget, even if he was standing in the suite Uli nicknamed the Birthday Orgy Room. The suite had an indoor pool, hot tubs, and various beds and couches scattered throughout. Some of the horizontal surfaces were already being used.

  Maybe he hadn’t experienced much stress over transitioning into a zombie, but this type of transition seemed much bigger. How would it affect his mates? What changes would occur, and how did his transformation help secure their futures together? He needed to tell Uli, and then after his secondary transition they could both tell Storm and Cutter together.

  Jasper and Kai shouted, “Happy Birthday!” Ulrich’s cousin and his mate were becoming good friends. The secret smiles and private jokes no longer made Alex uncomfortable but made him wistful to claim his own mates.

  “Hey, sorry we can’t stay to celebrate with you, but someone needs to cover the shifts in the club.” Kai wasn’t a good liar. There was no way the guy would want to be here for the traditional part of the zombie’s birthday celebration.

  Beau snickered and Lafayette crossed his arms to stare down at his man. Beau stopped the noise, but his shoulders shook.

  Smiling, Jasper put Kai out of his misery. “And we want to make sure you aren’t inhibited with any choices you make tonight.”

  Kai grimaced but allowed Jasper to lead him out the door. Alex wasn’t sorry to see them g
o, because he didn’t want Uli to experience any undue discomfort when the traditions were followed as prescribed.

  Lafayette warned Alex one more time, “Get to bed before midnight and try to sleep.” He led his willing partner away.

  Alex swore he could feel his insides restructuring. The sensation must be psychosomatic. Lafayette had assured him no physical changes happened until after midnight. He’d fall into a deep sleep prior to his transformation.

  Alex needed to figure out how to tell Uli, but first he needed to get him alone.

  A guy Alex barely exchanged two words with tripped up to him. “So how about you take me away from all this and show me—”

  “I think not.” Alex smiled and was surprised his usual instinct to run from flirting hadn’t kicked in.

  Uli flew off the dance floor to rejoin Alex.

  Storm and Cutter flanked him with arms folded, looking more like enforcers than friends.

  “Are you having fun?” Uli asked.

  The other zombie glared at the group, turned on his heel, and stomped off without another word.

  They stood with Uli and scowled as they followed the flirting zombie’s exit with their gazes.

  Storm grumbled, “Jackass.”

  “Everything okay?” Cutter asked.

  Before Alex got a chance to answer, another zombie he didn’t know well begged, “Spank me, Alex. Please, it’s your birthday. Pick me to spank in your new year.”

  The doctor had warned him that the other zombies might respond to his upcoming change. Apparently anyone with a submissive nature would crave to be with him, because whatever he was giving off was akin to “sub-nip.”

  Alex had tried to bow out of this nightmare, but Lafayette suggested he needed to change how he interacted with others. If he had three mates, conflict shouldn’t be avoided; he needed to meet difficulties straight on.

  “Thank you for your kind offer, but I think not. I’ve made my choices,” Alex stated doing as he was advised.

  Uli glared at the other zombie and shoved the offender away. Zombies had been warned to watch what they said, but this one seemed not to care about the consequences. Storm and Cutter were the only non-zombies in attendance at his birthday bash. Beau had given Alex permission to invite them since he hoped they’d be part of the family soon.

  Storm scowled at the pouting zombie, who stomped away. “Alex was right. This party is a bad idea. We should have hung out alone.”

  Uli fluttered his eyelashes. “Storm, you just want to play kissing games again.” Blushing, he darted a guilty glance to Cutter and back to Alex. “I mean, um—”

  Cutter breathlessly pointed out, “Alex, I guess you really have to spank someone, huh?” The excitement dripped from his voice. One didn’t have to be a student of BDSM to realize Cut was more than willing to make the sacrifice.

  Ulrich’s scowl deepened. “Cut’s right. They’ll keep demanding that you spank three guys.”

  Storm eyes widened. “Three?” He gazed at their small group.

  “It’s a dumb tradition.” Alex sighed. Why had he listened to Lafayette?

  Beau strolled over to them, his hands were tucked into his pockets. “Great party. Everyone’s having a good time, but the natives are getting restless.”

  A couple teetered on the edge of the indoor pool. Three more were exchanging handjobs while moving toward the exit. The one gliding backward wasn’t aware he was pulling the group on a collision course with the other couple until… splash. Too late.

  “I know, Beau.” Alex huffed out a breath and turned to study the men who he hoped would consent to be his. He had to start guiding each of them in that direction or they’d be sputtering like the zombies that had been knocked into the pool.

  Uli, Cutter, and Storm all stared at him. Were they looking for instructions from him? Right, he needed to step up. Desire to do right by them flooded his senses.

  “I choose to spank each of you.” After he made the announcement, he awaited their reactions. A few partiers within earshot gathered around, and the word began spreading of his decision.

  Storm shrugged. Uli frowned but nodded. Cutter was the only one to give verbal confirmation. “Yes, please!”

  Mmmm. Cutter was needy. Alex needed to step up and provide for each of them. But he didn’t want to burden them. “Storm?”

  “What? Yeah, that’s fine.”

  Alex stared at him.

  “Oh, what. Me first?” Storm shot a glance at Uli and Cutter. He regained his confidence, if not his usual cocky attitude. He tossed his dark mane off his shoulder. “Sure. What-the-fuck-ever.”

  Storm’s jaw twitched. From what little Alex had been able to glean, the man had bad memories to overcome. Alex would make sure this experience was not like the abuse he’d been dealt in the past. He’d utilize every technique learned from Lafayette and Walker. Alex focused on staying in the present moment to not let his own history swallow the joy.

  Beau clapped his hands. “Will someone bring out the birthday chair? Alex has just chosen who’ll go over his knee. Storm, Uli, and Cutter will receive his attentions.”

  The crowd hissed and booed. “No!”

  “Shhhh, it is Alex’s celebration, so it’s his choice.” Beau’s sternness came out.

  Someone placed a straight-backed rainbow-colored chair in the middle of the floor. Hairbrushes, a riding crop, and a strap hung from hooks on the back of the birthday chair. Alex and the men he hoped would be his mates stood nearby.

  Each eyed the chair with a different expression. Storm glared at the piece of furniture with folded arms. Uli pressed his lips together, but that didn’t stop the twitch at the corner of his mouth. And Cutter, bless his heart, he looked like he’d do nasty things to that artfully crafted wood just to take a ride.

  Alex sat and the party crowd pressed forward, forming a small arena for the birthday tradition to take place.

  Storm stepped in front of him.

  Alex traced the buckle on Storm’s belt, then unfastened the metal.

  He made sure he caught Storm’s gaze. Wishing for telepathy, he sent a mental message that everything would be all right. When he touched Storm’s zipper, Storm quivered. Alex teased a finger up and down the zipper’s teeth and then slid it open.

  Uli and Cutter shifted. Their bodies blocked the crowd’s view of Storm’s partial frontal view. Cutter dragged Storm’s jeans and underwear to his feet, and before anyone other than the three of them got a gander at Storm, Uli guided him over Alex’s knee. Storm wiggled to get into a more comfortable position.

  Alex stared at Storm’s naked bottom. Wow, Storm had a beautiful butt. He’d never had the opportunity to appreciate Storm’s ass until now. The smooth lines and curves made him wish he were a sculptor. Its shape would definitely do marble justice.

  Alex reached out, and tried to stop his hand from trembling. When he couldn’t, he rested the palm on Storm’s creamy white skin and coasted his shaking hand over the firm mounds. He savored the moment. Storm’s butt had a nice bounce that made Alex want to squeeze and knead the cheeks. But those activities weren’t on the agenda.

  Storm peered over his shoulder and scrutinized Alex. “Go ahead. Beat my ass.” His bravado broke Alex’s heart.

  Cutter stroked Storm’s ass and shook his head.

  Alex nodded, silently communicating with Cutter and Uli that they shouldn’t worry. He required their trust and for them to believe he’d do what should be done.

  He raised his hand, and Storm tensed. The crowd’s collective inhale pierced the quiet. Alex softly patted Storm’s ass.

  “One,” Uli called out.

  Cutter kneeled in front of Storm. “You good?”

  “Of course.” Storm wiggled closer to Cutter.

  Alex watched the sweet exchange between them and tapped Storm’s butt.

  “Two,” Ulrich counted.

  Cutter leaned in to capture Storm’s lips in a gentle kiss. On a quiet moan, Storm relaxed over Alex’s lap.

 
Alex slapped his palm down. “Three.”

  By the time Uli called out, “Ten,” Storm was hard against Alex’s thigh, and pushed his ass back to meet Alex’s hand.

  Alex continued in the same rhythm and intensity.

  Storm wrapped a hand into Cutter’s light brown hair and kissed the hell out of Cutter, who made all sorts of happy noises.

  Someone in the crowd whined, “He’s not hitting him very hard.”

  Another zombie put him in his place. “Shut the hell up. It’s the hottest birthday spanking I’ve ever witnessed.”

  Someone else groaned. “And that kiss.”

  Alex stopped for a moment to caress Storm’s light pink cheeks. He leaned forward and whispered, “Still okay?”

  Storm paused midkiss and peeked over his shoulder at Alex. “Fuck, yeah.” He wiggled the evidence of his hardness against Alex and smirked. “Don’t I feel okay?”

  Alex snorted.

  Raising his ass, Storm added, “Go ahead and give me the rest… a little harder. You know, so not to disappoint the fans.”

  His silliness endeared him further to Alex.

  Cutter moaned. He recaptured Storm’s mouth in a wet, noisy kiss.

  Alex raised his hand and heard a universal gasp from everyone in the room. He whacked his palm onto Storm’s ass a tad firmer, making him buck. Alex tightened his legs to give Storm’s trapped penis more friction.

  “Eleven,” Uli called out.

  Storm raised his spanked backside again, and when Alex didn’t treat him to a slap, the man squirmed. What a sight! Storm using his body to beg almost undid him. Alex dug deep within himself, found his calm center, and focused on Storm.

  “Twelve,” Uli counted prior to the slap ringing out.

  “Mmmm, yeah.” Alex barely heard Storm’s moan of pleasure. He kept thrusting his ass back, and the action couldn’t be mistaken for anything but want.

  Alex smacked Storm’s ass in a slow, steady rhythm. When Uli finally called out, “Twenty-one,” Storm’s butt was a darker pink. Alex rubbed the cheeks as Storm, over his knee, rutted against him.