2
The night Kyle arrived at the Iron Sled MC clubhouse was one of the most frightening of his life. Amazingly, his strict religious upbringing was the thing that saved him.
Markus brought Kyle in and told a man named Joe to get the door. Joe immediately locked the door behind them, and now Kyle was shut in with one of the most notorious outlaw clubs in the area.
They were a violent biker gang responsible for robberies, murders, drug and gun running, and human trafficking. Oh, and they were also a pack of bloodthirsty werewolves who used their powers to abuse women, Omegas, and anybody who had something they wanted into submission.
“Who wants the first go at him?” Markus bellowed to the room.
Kyle stood there, shaking and terrified. He only had a vague idea as to what Markus was talking about when he asked who wanted him first. Part of his upbringing included the idea that sex was only something people did after marriage, and he’d figure out how to make babies when he had his wife in front of him.
He had absolutely no idea that he was dangerously close to being a part of a werewolf biker gangbang and then sold the next morning to a pimp in the city.
“Take your clothes off, little Omega. You can pay me back for your rescue by letting me in that hot little ass while you suck off my brothers here,” he growled at Kyle.
“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered. Near tears, he pleaded. “What do you mean, my ass? What do you want me to suck on?” No one had ever talked to Kyle about anal sex or his slick. Since it was considered an abomination, he was forbidden from ever having sex with Alphas. No one ever told Kyle how it was done, and he certainly didn’t know anything about blowjobs.
“Wait, are you messing with me, bitch?” Markus was getting pissed.
“No. I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. Please. I don’t understand what’s going on. I was just trying to get to the city.”
“Oh, you’ll get to the city alright. I’ll take you tomorrow morning, but not until we’re done with you,” Markus snarled through clenched teeth.
But then it dawned on Markus. Close to the neighborhood where he’d picked Kyle up was a church that most people in town called a cult. It was well-known for being home to some crazy holy rollers who barely let their kids see the light of day for fear that the world was full of devil sin. They were, of course, correct. He was dressed like a little slut in that tight shirt and jeans that left nothing to the imagination, but Markus began to wonder.
“Where did you get those clothes, sugar?” he asked Kyle, trying again to sound like the gentle protector.
His cheeks grew a furious shade of red and hot tears started rolling down Kyle’s cheeks. His hands went down to cover his crotch when he realized that Markus was staring at it again.
“I took them from the donation boxes in the basement. I’m so sorry. Is that what this is about? I’ll give them back, I swear. I just didn’t think I should go to the city in my regular clothes. I wanted to blend in.” He was a sobbing, terrified mess at this point. A sneer spread across Markus’s face as he realized what he had.
“Are you a virgin, baby?” he cooed at Kyle in his most soothing voice.
“You mean like the savior’s mother? Yes, I am. No one has ever touched me. Not even a doctor. Mama made sure I always went to Omega doctors so that Alphas and Betas couldn’t fill my head with lies.”
“Oh, that’s too good. I’ve struck gold tonight, boys. Back off you horny motherfuckers! We’ve got ourselves a real live virgin here. He’ll make me rich.” Markus was as excited as an Alpha who’d just won the lottery.
He was going to have to watch Kyle like a hawk. His wolves were loyal, but the temptation to take him was going to be strong.
He was the Chief Alpha, and it was hard for him not to rip off Kyle’s clothes and fuck his virgin ass. Markus couldn’t imagine how hard it would be for a lesser wolf to resist.
Moreover, there was the matter of the money. Kyle was a lovely Omega, with a sweet face and a taut, tight body. If he could find the right buyer, he could probably make at least a million dollars auctioning off his cherry.
No, he wouldn’t let anyone steal that from him. An opportunity like this came along very rarely in a man’s life.
Markus grabbed Kyle’s arm and led him away from the group.
“Any man who touches him dies,” he said over his shoulder as they walked down a dirty, dark hallway.
“Yes, Chief,” the men said in unison.