Part 2 of Ellie Saxx's zombie epic contains a journal found at the center of a sex-crazed zombie invasion. The narrator, one of the last male virgin holdouts, describes watching his friend's conversion at the hands (and other parts) of ten powerful zombies. Then, with no hope left, he's forced to choose: continue running, or submit to a supernatural gangbang directed by a mysterious Zombie Alpha. More
This 4700-word story contains graphic descriptions of unearthly and supernatural M/M sex, including oral, anal, and rough gangbang (multiple men) encounters. Mature readers only!
(Intended for mature audiences only.)
Yesterday I was running all day. Place to place. Everywhere I turned, another lust-crazed zombie. They travel in packs now. They are gathering. The town square was filled when I glanced down Main Street.
The first man I saw taken was my friend Chris. It’s Chris that made me believe. I’ve known...or had known...Chris since middle school. He’s a big guy. He played football in high school. I played tennis. He saw me practicing one day and wanted to learn. One thing led to another and we started practicing together. With each other. We were both too scared to do much more than oral and even that proved so intense that it scared us away from each other.
We returned to town after college and were just starting to hook up again when this whole thing started. When they took him.
Six or seven zombies had been chasing me toward an old warehouse. I broke a window, jumped atop a pile of crates, and climbed up to a catwalk to tuck myself out of view. Chris ran into the warehouse from a door on the opposite end of the building from where I’d entered.
He looked frantically side to side. It was too late. The pack that was chasing me was already there. They surrounded him.
Four more zombies came up behind him and shrieked with rage. Ten zombies seeking sexual salvation. One man at their center.
For a second I thought he’d be okay. I figured there was no way a guy like Chris made it through college without plenty of fucking. He was a true stud, filled out even more after four more years of lifting. Maybe I’d figure out what happens to all the non-virgins.
But I could tell by how the zombies stalked him that they’d found their desired prey. And I could see in Chris’s face that their combined powers had already washed over him, flooding him with the same chemical-sexual energy that ravaged their bodies.
The zombies wore tattered clothes. They all had full, massive erections. Their cocks pointed directly at Chris. He turned slowly, mesmerized. He removed his fleece jacket, then his shirt, and then he unbuckled his belt. He was saying something. I couldn’t make out the words. He spoke softly. The zombies growled in return.
Chris slid his jeans and boxers off...