Rescued
1
Markus was at his computer, watching a video of a tiny blond Omega fisting a redhead with a huge cock. The redhead’s screams were almost identical to the twink Omega riding Markus’s dick. His cock was up one Omega’s ass, while he watched the Omegas on-screen fist and a suck each other off.
His hand was furiously stroking the cock of the Omega riding him. Markus shot a load into the Omega while his muscles clamped down hard on Markus’s cock.
When he was just about finished, the message popped up that he had a new bid for Kyle. His hips flexed once more and emptied the rest of his cum into the brunette impaled on him. Once he was finished, he shoved him off.
“Get out of here, whore. I’ve got work to do.”
The brunette scrambled to get up from where he landed, gathered his clothes, and headed for his office door. Out in the hall, another big biker grabbed him, pushed him into the wall, and said, “You wanna go, Andy?”
“Oh yeah. Fuck me hard, Charlie.”
With that, he kicked the Omega’s legs apart, whipped out his dick, and fucked him right in the hallway with Markus’s cum lubing them both up.
Markus shut his door and sat back down at the computer. He opened the bid and his stomach clenched. He might not get another offer like this for Kyle, and he had very little time to make a decision.
In the end, he decided he could always find another virgin runaway. He’d keep the next one, but this one was worth too much money. He accepted the bid and asked for delivery instructions.
The message came back that the buyer would be there in thirty minutes to pick up his purchase. He walked down the hallway and entered his bedroom. Kyle was there, reading a book one of the softer-headed men bought him.
“Get your shit and let’s go. Your new owner is on his way to pick you up. On second thought, just come on. You’re not taking shit I bought with you. Your new owner can take care of that.”
“Can I bring my book?” Kyle asked, trying to mask his terror.
“Did I buy it?”
“Nope, Leroy got it for me.”
“Then I guess you can bring it unless he wants it back. Which I doubt because that jelly-headed fool probably hasn’t read a book since kindergarten.”
Kyle jumped up and followed him out to the main room. He felt like he was going to be sick.
“Where am I going?” Kyle asked.
“Some professional poker player who flew in to buy you. That’s all I know from his bid. We don’t really have time to do a background check on him, but he paid. So you’re his now.”
He was at least slightly relieved that the Saudi Prince hadn’t been the winning bidder. He was terrified of the idea of being sent to the Middle East. Kyle didn’t know much about the region, but the church he grew up in made it sound like the entire area was overrun with demons. He guessed if he’d been won by the Saudi, he would have been violated, killed, and disposed of, or he would have been sold into the sex trade.
The crueler men had teased Kyle that if the Prince bought him, he’d fuck him once and then he’d end up drugged and tied to a bed in some Thai brothel where men would pay a quarter to fuck his half-dead body.
Whatever this buyer had in mind, it had to be better than that. He hoped.
They stood outside the clubhouse and Markus smoked a cigarette. Kyle heard a motorcycle coming up the road, and within seconds, it came to a stop in front of the house. The man riding didn’t pull into the parking lot, but just stopped in the road and waved for Kyle to get on.
“Go then,” Markus barked at him when he hesitated.
“How do we know it’s him?” Kyle’s voice cracked a little as he choked back his terror.
“Who else would it be? The auction was secret, invitation only, and the buyer is the only one who knows it’s over right now. Besides, I’ve got my money. What do I care? You’re his problem now.”
Kyle started walking towards the man waiting for him. Markus flipped his cigarette at him and yelled, “Good riddance, you fucking twat!”
He barely missed burning Kyle, and that’s the only reason Markus was still alive. Dakota’s bear threatened to overtake him at that moment. He was ready to shift and tear Markus’s head off. But he knew Kyle could get hurt, so he took a few deep breaths and stayed as calm as possible.
The man handed Kyle a helmet. He put it on and threw his leg over the bike. When his arms were wrapped around Dakota’s waist, his heart flooded with warmth.
Holding the Alpha made Kyle feel something he’d never felt before in his entire existence. Embracing this man felt as if he had finally come home, and oddly, he felt loved for the first time in his life. Kyle relaxed into the Alpha’s broad back, took a deep breath, and let out a sigh.
The motorcycle roared to life and they shot off into the night. A few miles down the road, the man pulled over. He got off the bike and made a call. “I’ve got him. Do what you do,” he said to the person on the other end.
“What’s going on?” Kyle asked, but he was no longer afraid.
“Not right now, baby. We need to get farther away. I’m Dakota of the Kodiak MC. I’m taking you home.”
He got back on the bike, and they rode across town to the Kodiak clubhouse.