Eaten Alive

Elliot was placed on Michael’s shoulder and dragged all around, making sure that he didn’t make a sound even though he wanted to scream. Michael was moving at an incredible speed, and if Elliot’s group could see him now, they’d be so glad they kicked him out.

Michael stopped in front of a building that was plagued with zombies. In human words, he could be said to be angered that his territory was invaded, but it was an order from the leader.

He made sure that they were not followed and by the look of it all, the first generation of zombies, are not attracted to Elliot’s scent, but the others wouldn’t be so clueless.

“Close your ears,” Michael said to him.

“Why?” Elliot asked frustrated.

“Just do it.” Michael said with a frown. Elliot rolled his eyes and did as he was told and couldn’t help but sigh with relief when he heard Michael’s clamorous scream.

The zombies inside immediately evacuated the premises, running past the terrifying alpha. When they cleared out, Michael walked in and searched for the perfect room to house Elliot.

The building they entered was a hotel abandoned by the rich, and inside was a casino. As they were walking around, Elliot kept frowning. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was a vault somewhere in here with millions of riches that he could be enjoying if this was not the end of the world, but then again, there was a place where he could spend the money if he found some.

Michael placed him down in one of the suites and he could see that his mind was elsewhere. Placing his hands on Elliot’s cheeks, he said, “Tell me what you are thinking, I can’t tell.”

Elliot snapped back to reality and looked into those shocking yellow eyes. He had almost forgotten that he was being carried around and by a zombie at that. He couldn’t help himself but wonder how he was still this good looking, albeit dead and slowly turning grey. Michael even had the body of a gym trainer, so how did he die? There were many who could defend themself but not him no!

Elliot was good at hiding because he had no stamina to run away when chased by the plague nor fighting against them. I mean, that is how he watched his family die and other people. With his lack of adaptability, no wonder they kicked him out.

Elliot’s brows knitted together, and he asked, “How did you die?”

Michael stared down at him blankly, “Was that what you were thinking?”

“No but that jumped into my thoughts when I looked at you,” he said.

Michael pushed him back against the bed making him fall back then he sat down beside Elliot. Elliot started coughing from the collected dust on the bed. Michael couldn’t be bothered with the coughing as he started speaking, “I only remember what happened after waking up in this life.”

Elliot stood up from the bed and shook himself like a dog then dusted off his body. He glared at Michael when he was done, “I now need to clean up because you have no sense of humanity. Do you know if there is running water here?”

Michael stood up and said, “That is for you to solve. I need to mark this place as my territory.”

Elliot was baffled as he watched Michael leave the room. He turned around in a circle and saw three doors, but what caught his attention was the overview of the city that brought him to tears.

Walking towards the floor to ceiling windows, his hands reached his mouth, covering the sobs. He did not have the best life with riches and more, but right now the view of the once prominent city that was the highlight of the state was now in ruins and his new home.

After taking in everything, he walked over to the first closed door and opened it. He tried switching on the light, but it didn’t work. Walking over to the window, he opened the curtain and opened it. Turning back, he saw that the room was a closet and there were pretty interesting items here, including some jewelry.

He left and walked over to the next room and it was the bathroom. A beautiful shower with running water, but it was cold, and the lights did not work too. He cleaned himself up and when he walked out into the master room, Michael was standing there changing the mattress, bedsheets, and pillows.

Elliot frowned as he walked over to him and he said, “You look like a Schneider.”

Michael stopped fluffing out the pillow and looked at him, “What?”

“Michael Schneider,” Elliot said and bent down. He opened the bag that was at the edge of the bed and saw that it had many items of clothing that were to his taste and especially the socks. He peaked up at Michael who was still busy and asked, “Where did you get these?”

“I run really fast back and forth places,” he answered.

Elliot nodded his head and started getting dressed in front of him. Michael finished dressing the bed and sat down. Looking at Elliot, his butt was facing him and an itching feeling took over his body.

He reached his arms out and grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him back. It surprised Elliot, especially when he was seated down on Michael’s manhood. His body shuddered and the rough hands that slid up his waist reminded him of last night.

Elliot bit down on his lip, then mumbled, “What are you doing.”

Michael flipped him onto the bed, cornering him and said, “Mating.” He forced Elliot’s legs open and ripped the brand new clothes on him off. Elliot felt like groaning. This was the outfit that was the best out of all of what Michael brought back.

“You better get me other clothes,” Elliot gave him an empty threat.

Michael nodded his head while he kept his eyes on Elliot’s tanned skin. Lifting his hands, he rubbed them over Elliot’s dark nipples and pinched them. Elliot gasped, arching his back forward. He wrapped his legs around Michael’s waist and said, “I’m still sensitive.”

Michael’s eyes flipped up to look at him and saw that Elliot was already tearing up. Leaning down, he opened his mouth and stuck it into Elliot’s mouth and explored it. Elliot kept gagging because the smell and taste inside Michael’s mouth was revolting, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop the feeling.

Michael could feel that something was off with Elliot and lifted himself off of him. Elliot immediately inclined over the bed and tried to puke, but nothing came out. Elliot frowned, looking at him as he asked, “What is wrong?”

Elliot was confused too but wiped the spit from his mouth, saying, “You taste horrible.”

If he was human, he probably would have felt sad hearing those words, but Michael did not know what he was talking about. He shoved Elliot back on the bed and while he slid his arms under his butt cheeks and lifted him up onto his thighs. Michael tugged down his pants, stopping at his butt and lined up with Elliot’s entrance.

Poking his hole with the head of his manhood and raising his head to look at him while he lifted Elliot up further against him and moved his legs to hang over his left shoulder, “I only have now with you, I will be gone for a long time maybe.”

“What?” Elliot questioned, confused and as an answer, Michael forced himself in the channels that he explored not too long ago and let out a growl. Before Elliot could make sense of the sexual pleasure, Michael was ramming him as fast as he could run, messing up his insides.

Elliot tried reaching for Michael as he felt himself near his climax, but before he reached him, his fingers spasmed and his body arched forward, climaxing into the air letting out a dramatic yell.

Rope after rope of semen leaked out of him and before he could enjoy the after effect, he was flipped onto his front and rammed right into the bed.

Gripping at the sheets for dear life, Elliot’s eyes closed while at the mercy of Michael’s merciless act. Elliot’s eyes rolled back feeling the cold fluid enter his body and shuddered.

Forcing himself after Michael stopped moving he turned to look at him and saw that he had his head dropped back while he enjoyed the feeling of ejaculating for the first time.

His mouth hung open as he rolled his hips against Michael who was still inside him. Michael brought his head forward, and the bliss could be seen in his dilated eyes. He flipped them over and straddled him.

Looking up at Elliot, Michael said, “I feel weird.”

“That’s new,” Elliot mumbled, receiving a nod from him. He smiled and said, “I want more.”

Michael flipped them over again. He snaked his arm around his body and held his neck. He choked Elliot lightly then rammed himself inside him making sure that he was pleasing both parties.

Elliot’s body tried moving away but he was pulled back only to be pushed further down Michael’s length. Elliot’s body started trembling while he came again.