Chapter 17: Tattoo
Alex laughed at the question at first. Then she became curious after she recalled Larry's application. His answers were so short and bland that it was hard to determine a profound sexual orientation.
"I think it's better to redo the whole vetting from the start." She said, looking at Larry.
"What is your primary sexual orientation, if you don't mind sharing with us?"
"Never really thought about it. I haven't fucked a man yet, but I'm open to trying." He replied with a shrug.
His last intimate relationship was so long ago, he couldn't remember the feeling of attraction or lust. His libido was so low, he didn't feel the need to jerk off either.
While he was looking at Alex, waiting for the next question, his dream popped to his mind. When he felt a twitch in his crotch, he broke eye contact.
"You could be asexual, if it's that hard to decide. Maybe you don't feel physical attraction at all." Alex was thinking out loud.
"That's definitely not the case." Interjected Larry.
This was the point when Seth and Zack returned with champagne and glasses. Zack carried a tray of fancy little bite-sized sandwiches. After Seth finished pouring, Alex stood up to say a toast.
"Let us celebrate this fine day and congratulate Robert. Graduating from virginity and coming out to his packmates on the same day are brave and big steps in a man's life. I wish you a happy and long relationship, Robert!" She cheered for the couple.
"Congratulations!" Resounded from the rest of them.
Just as they swallowed the first sip, Alex spoke again.
"Remember, no play after consuming alcohol. When Seth offered the idea of celebration, he forfeited his part of the play for today." She reminded them.
"What about my play?!" Whined Mikey. He seemed truly hurt this time, not strictly dramatic.
"Haven't you filled your stomach already?" Asked Seth with a naughty smirk.
"My stomach, yes." Agreed Mikey. "What about my other parts that need filling?" He downed his champagne in one go, like he could drink away horniness.
"We were trying to figure out Larry's taste before the guys arrived." Reminded Richard.
"He claimed not to be asexual, but I have my doubts." Said Alex. "He has many different kinds of tastiness in front of him, yet he doesn't seem interested in any of them. Do I bore you that much?" She asked Larry.
It wasn't a provocation or a taunt. She knew a few men who loved soft, curvy women to the point of worshipping them as goddesses. If by chance Larry was such a man, she couldn't arouse him in a thousand years.
Her puppies picked up on her intentions, and didn't react aggressively. They just waited for Larry's answer patiently.
"Let's say I do have a taste for Mikey. What happens if I don't match his taste?" He tried to avoid the question. The effect Alex had on him was scary enough already, he didn't want to think about it deeply.
"Mikey generally isn't picky, but you do have a point." Alex said, letting Larry get away. She got a different idea, a naughty one.
"There's only one way to decide that." She said with a cunning smile. "Mikey can see you for himself, or… We could discuss his preferences in great detail to see if you can match."
Mikey was already drooling for the first option. He eyed Larry like a tasty piece of fresh gourmet meat ready to grill.
"Well, truth or dare, Larry?" The blondie asked him.
"I don't care. The less complicated one." He gave the usual aloof reply with a shrug.
"Dare it is then." Said Mikey with a victorious grin. He walked up to Larry, and grabbed his elbow to pull him on his feet. Only he couldn't move the man an inch. He felt like he's trying to lift a boulder.
"Did I misunderstand something? This is the part when you play along." Mikey seemed confused. He didn't want to force anything, but Larry didn't voice any disagreement.
"Ask me nicely." Larry looked up to him from his sitting position, but his tone told he was already on top.
"Man, I really hope he joins. It's high time someone taught Mikey some manners." Uttered Richard, rubbing his palms together.
Alex's eyes snapped at him, but decided not to say anything. Her soft spot for Mikey was plain to see, and Richard was the only one shameful enough to point it out. She liked that about him.
Zack completely lost interest some time ago. He didn't like drama, and didn't care about another man's body either.
He snatched the noise cancelling headphones, put them on, and sat down behind Alex. While the rest enjoyed harassing the outsider, he earned brownie points with a massage.
Mikey wasn't one to get scared from a bit of drama though. That was his home ground, after all. He stepped back, bowed deeply while keeping eye contact with Larry.
"Would you please stand up so I can strip you, Sir?" He asked, his words dripping with sarcasm.
"Does your tone earn you a lot of punishment, boy?" He returned the taunt, but complied anyway.
Mikey's face turned sour as he heard the stifled chuckles behind him. He was a brat through and through. No matter how much punishment he got, he failed to control his mouth. A lot.
Being a masochist, his punishments weren't painful. He'd actually enjoy them that way. They were dull. Boring to the point of driving him crazy. He tried to ditch them many times.
When he got caught - he did, every time - then came the real pain in the ass. Namely, no pain in the ass. He would be denied every type of sexual contact for days. It was pure suffering for him.
His hands didn't stop though. Those thin, quick fingers undid Larry's buttons in seconds.
Next, his belt thudded on the floor. Then, his pants gathered around his ankles.
When he lifted his feet to step out of the pants, Mikey was already there, freeing him of his socks at the same time.
Larry stood in boxers and an open shirt quicker than he could open a locker.
Mikey stepped beside him, and imitated an auctioneer.
"Lady and gentlemen, I present to you Larry, from the daddy bear collection." He announced.
Truth be told, Larry had decent lumps of fat around his hip and on his chest. He was the personification of the dadbod label. He was nowhere near hairy enough to be called a bear, though.
"No bear with those flimsy patches of hair around his nipples. Don't insult the bears, kid." Warned Robert, as the bearest of the pack.
Mikey turned in front of Larry, and pulled down his shirt on the sides. Now it was hanging by the cufflinks behind his knees.
"You are correct, Robert. I didn't mean to offend you." He leaned close, and acted like he was carefully reappraising his merch.
"Would you be willing to part with these flimsy patches of hair, my dear Sir?" Mikey kept up the farce.
"You're quite picky for a slut, boy. Acting like a young master while you can, heh?" Asked Larry, "Alright, I'll play along. Shave them for me."
Mikey started to get pissed. This is supposed to be his game, but his toy came out winning each round. Even Alex was laughing at him.
"You dug this hole for yourself, Mikey. Go get a razor." She instructed. "A safe one, with foam." She added when she noticed the jolly spring in his puppy's gait.
Most of the time, Robert filled the role that Mikey was playing. The former enjoyed the chance to laugh at someone instead of himself.
Richard was hoping for another switch in the pack. Being the only dominant one next to Alex came with some pressure and consumed a lot of time.
Alex was genuinely and thoroughly entertained. She found it funny how Mikey tried to take control, only to find himself outsmarted time and time again.
Seth played along with the game. However, he was seething with rage inside. To a stranger to be this arrogant with someone from his pack, and in front of Alex - it was unacceptable. He couldn't fathom why his Master allowed this disgrace.
Mikey did as he was told. When he finished Larry's nipples and towelled his chest dry, he had enough embarrassment for the day. He was heading to put the razor and the foam back when Larry called after him.
"What about the rest of my hair, boy? Are you halfassing my shaving after requesting it?" It was his turn to play games.
Mikey suddenly remembered the purpose of the whole stripping. He should check if Larry was up to his standards as a play partner. The chance to get closer to his dick didn't sound bad at all.
However, just as he was about to turn back and resume the process, he bumped into Seth. Out of the blue, he was standing between him and Larry, facing the latter.
"He's not yours to order around." He hissed at the almost naked Larry.
"Seth, it's…" Alex couldn't finish her sentence, because Larry stopped her.
"It's okay, Alex. It's better to sort this out now. I don't like him getting up in my face every time he feels insecure." His words were sharp, but calm.
Zack didn't hear the conversation, but seeing Seth acting testy again, he stopped the massage and took off the headphones. He was a back-up, he had to be ready to step in.
Alex placed a hand on his leg, telling him to chill out. With that, he continued the massage, but left the headphones on the ground. Based on the tension in the air, something big was brewing.
"How dare you call her by name? None of us are allowed to do that!" Seth was closing the distance between them.
He was getting close to eruption too. Not the joyful type.
"I'm not one of you. I am not hers. Nobody orders me around. Not her, and certainly not a scared little pup like you." Larry insulted.
He had enough of the pissing contest. He was trying to spur Seth into action. His last words did exactly that.
Seth lounged forward, trying to kick Larry in the stomach and send him on the ground. A wise plan, considering the longer reach and stronger impact compared to a punch.
A moment later, Seth found himself kneeling on the ground. A shirt was rolled tight around his neck, and a knee was forced between his shoulder blades, keeping him in position.
Larry swiftly sidestepped him and circled his arm so the shirt ended up in front of him. Using it as a choke loop was easy from that point.
Alex was suspicious about Larry's nimble movements from the minute she met him. Now, she was sure the man received some kind of formal training. Seth was a jiu jitsu and taekwondo instructor - it wasn't easy to beat him in hand to hand combat.
"That's about enough. Please release him." She said to Larry. "What is the cross tattoo on your back about? Is that a Biblical quote?"
There was a huge cross tattooed on Larry's back. It covered his spine from nape to the small of his back, and the widest part between his shoulders. The black and grey pattern followed initialised letters - like those in a lexicon.
Larry released the still fuming Seth, but didn't turn to face Alex.
"I'd rather not say." He replied.
"I think you owe me at least that much for humiliating my alpha like that. Do you have religious reasons?" She asked, completely ignoring the hurt she caused Seth with her words.
"Not really." Said Larry, and took a deep breath.
"These are the monograms of the 37 subordinates I've lost in operations during my service as a Marine Corps First Lieutenant."
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