Tasting Andrew

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

Paul writhed and groaned as the two vampires explored his restrained body. Victor licked and nibbled across his panting chest while Yagna had pushed up Paul's hairy muscled legs so he could eat his hole with an animalistic fervor. Yagna's tongue lapped and probed into Paul's furry anus and each attack of his mouth was punctuated with Yagna's deep beastly growls. Paul's cock was rock hard and precum drooled upon his abs.

Victor looked down at his comrade Yagna who was obviously enjoying devouring this strong man. Upon his unexpected arrival to Victor’s home, the handsome Indian prince had fallen right into the roleplay scene between Victor and Paul. The pair now worked over the "intruder" who had the misfortune of breaking into the house of not one but two hungry and horny vampires. The result was a doubled erotic intensity. Victor spied Paul's delicious, drooling prong which was bobbing with each insistent attack of Yagna's talented tongue upon his aching hole. Victor slid down and engulfed Paul’s tasty cock in his fanged mouth sucking and nibbling hungrily. Paul groaned loudly as he felt he was being pleasurably devoured.

Meanwhile. Riverfront Park

Nick led deeper into the tangled woods this hot stranger who had met just a little while at the DRACULA after-show party. The tall man was dressed as in a costume almost identical to the one that Vlad had worn in the play and that seemed to even heighten the encounter. Although Vlad and he were sworn enemies, Nick had jacked off on several occasions while fantasizing what it would be like to fuck Vlad's tight muscular ass and to enjoy every inch of his fellow actor's tall, lean muscled body. The man in the Dracula costume that was leading Nick off into the woods of Riverfront Park would be an excellent substitute since his physique was similar to Vlad but with blonde hair and lighter features.

"Do you want to fuck me?" The stranger had hissed into Nick's ear with not so much as a question but with the tone of an insistent command. Nick obeyed and accompanied this intriguing stranger into the night as the stranger shared his sexually charged intentions with Nick. Much to his liking, this stranger had suggested a deeper exploration of the promised erotic exploits within the secluded confines of the heavily wooded Riverfront Park just a short walk away from the loud party.

Upon arriving at his favorite spot to rut with whomever he was able to lure down to the park, Nick turned invitingly to this latest conquest and found himself quickly cocooned with in the arms of this hot blonde man. The feel of the man's stroking fingers and the touch of the cape across Nick's eager body heightened the erotic power of this anticipated encounter and made Nick gasp in pleasure. Nick thought to himself with cock satisfaction that this was going to be an unbelievable experience.

Joe's dorm room

Luckily the walk from the party to Joe's resident hall was relatively short and along level terrain. With Joe's inebriated, staggering, Andrew was still challenged to keep his buddy upright and heading to their destination. Andrew counted among his other blessings that Joe was not a obstinate or belligerent drunk. Actually, Joe took on this overly friendly attitude as the imposing lad dressed in his gladiator costume greeted every passerby with a hearty salute of "Hail Ceasar!" Some of them shook their heads in disbelief and laughed while others including a group of young ladies dressed as classical goddesses admired the amicable and strikingly attractive figure.

"Good evening, ladies, thou are jewels of the Empire, added Joe to his salute. The co-eds giggled and gave Joe and Andrew admiring looks. As Andrew was about to apologize for his buddy's awkward state, Joe made an abrupt attempt to turn to follow the girls. With much effort, Andrew swung Joe's bulk back to their intended direction.

Finally, they arrived at the door of Joe’s dorm room and leaning against the door, Joe fumbled for his keys secured in the shorts under his gladiator skirt.

"Dammit, my keys are hung up in my shorts," growled Joe as he used the door to keep himself upright. “I can’t get them out.” Andrew looked at his helpless friend and then glanced down the hallway to see if anyone was in view. He then reached under Joe’s gladiator skirt and into his nylon shorts pocket and indeed, the keys were tangled in the lining fabric of the shorts. Joe started snickering as Andrew tried to pull the keys loose.

“Fuck, Joe, hold still,” hissed Andrew. “Not of word of this is to be spoken, agreed?” Joe nodded. Though in a heavy drunken stupor, Joe’s body was responding to Andrew’s hand fishing about in his shorts. Finally, with a tug Andrew was able to free Joe’s keys from his shorts and then swiftly unlocked the door to the room. Joe ungracefully tumbled into the room and Andrew attempted to catch his friend but the big guy was aimed toward his bed. With a loud grunt, Andrew landed on the bed luckily for a soft landing but also pinned under the heavy weight of his drunken friend.

Joe stared down into Andrew’s eyes with a sheepish grin.

Thanks, man, for catching me,” Joe slurred looking down. “I really love you, buddy.” Joe planted a kiss on Andrew who was still trying to catch his breath which had been knocked out of him when landed. Suddenly, with a look of shock in his eyes, Joe broke the kiss and lurched himself up and grabbed the nearby wastebasket vomiting painfully. Andrew slid to sit beside his distraught friend as the big lad’s body shook with each violent hurl into the wastebasket. Once the nausea had passed, Joe collapsed back onto the bed with a whimpered simple apologetic message---Sorry, bud.

Andrew stood and looked down at Joe as his labored breathing started to slow. A sense of fraternal caring coursed through Andrew as he decided that leaving Joe alone in his present state would not be wise. He settled into the nearby desk chair and watched Joe’s muscled body finally relax into sleep.

The incident had given much for Andrew to think about. When he had looked into Joe’s eyes just before kiss the truthful intent of the action was evident, but also the conflict within Joe about his feelings about Andrew. He decided that it would be best not to bring up the kiss unless Joe decided to discuss it. With Joe’s conflicted feelings about what he was feeling and what he should be feeling, Andrew felt it was appropriate to let sleeping dogs lie, well in this case, a big sleeping bear. In the past few weeks, Andrew had become friends with two men who were very important to him, Victor and Joe. Both men seemed have a self-erected boundary around them when it came to expanding that friendship into some new shared territory. Now, added to the mix, was Joe’s clumsy kiss. Andrew smiled as he recounted the moment. He concluded that although unexpected, it was not at all an unpleasant kiss. Then sleep fell upon him.

Vlad’s apartment

Becca sat sipping her tea enjoying how her evening had taken a quieter turn as she chatted with Vlad. This felt so perfectly comfortable sitting at Vlad’s little kitchenette table in his cozy efficiency apartment. Vlad leaned over to refill their cups with the little ceramic teapot. He grimaced and grunted slightly.

“Your leg still bothering you?” questioned Becca with concern. Vlad nodded and then stretched his long right leg out to elevate it in the nearby unoccupied chair at the table.

“My Baba would have my head if she saw me doing this,” remarked Vlad.

“I promise not to tell her,” teased Becca as she looked into Vlad’s face which was hit with another grimace as he settled his injured leg in the chair. “You have some ibuprofen?”

“Yes,” replied Vlad. “Up in the cabinet over the sink in the kitchen. I will get some in a minute.”

Becca popped up from her chaired and crossed and admonished Vlad to stay put. She found the bottle retrieving two tablets and then drew a glass of water from the sink. All was accomplished before Vlad could put up a fight---not that he was in any condition to challenge Becca.

Becca placed the tablets in his open hand and then Vlad tossed them into his mouth chasing them with the offered glass of water. Becca leaned down taking Vlad’s outstretched calf muscle in her hands and rubbed gently. The unexpected touch jolted Vlad and he grunted at the initial touch of Becca’s hands then the rubbing actually started to ease the tension.

“The only thing that could have made that situation acceptable is if that was Nick’s blood on the floor which made me slip,” growled Vlad. Becca gave Vlad a stern disapproving look.

“Vlad the impaler,” joked Becca. “It seems your character’s murderous nature is rubbing off on you. I don’t approve of violence, but I do appreciate you defending my honor, my prince of darkness.”

Vlad looked into Becca’s eyes and beaming smile. The pain in his calf muscle was subsiding somewhat from her touch.

“Feels good,” He murmured.

“I glad it helps,” added Becca.

“I meant. I mean. This,” stammered Vlad. “Now. Here. Us?” Becca and Vlad leaned into each other and into the inevitability of the moment. Vlad’s hands cradled Becca’s face as their lips gently and warmly touched in a deep kiss. The kiss was as pleasant as they had both imagined.

Riverfront Park

Rolf had easily stripped Nick down to his nude body upon which he could feast freely. The boy groaned with each attack of Rolf’s mouth and the groping of his hands. Rolf could easily see how Victor had been attracted to this rough-edged frat boy as an object of lust, but not of affection. Obviously, his tastes had changed over the years.

The first bite had been playful and seductive as Rolf had hugged tightly to Nick then allowed his mouth to find the boy’s left muscle pec. Rolf’s fangs scratched across Nick’s left pec and nipple producing the desired reaction as Rolf reached down to stroke their hardening cocks together. Then he moved across for another bite on the right pec. The boy was delicious.

“You ready to be fucked?” growled Nick as this stranger licked and nibbled his chest. The venom from Rolf’s bites boosted Nick’s previous horniness to the point of no return. With a toothy grin, Rolf laid himself on his back upon the costume cape that he had spread across the damp grass. Rolf pulled the riled-up Nick on top of him and felt the boy slide his dick across his ass crack then press in deep. Rolf growled as Nick thrust into Rolf with an aggressive force that made the vampire snarl. Rolf’s ass muscles accepted Nick’s offering with a hungry intensity that made the boy groan and release a string of verbal nonsense expressing how good this ride was. The intense coupling between the two men made it difficult to discern who was fucking who. Rolf pulled the boy close and kissed him deep, biting Nick’s lip with an animalistic passion and sucking hungrily.

Nick’s mind was a tumult of pleasure and pain as he felt Rolf kissing him hard. The kiss was dangerously ravenous unlike anything Nick had imagined. Nick then felt the man’s tongue trace sensuously to his exposed neck.

Jeremiah’s Beach House

Jeremiah’s impromptu rendezvous with his neighbor Mark on the beach was quick but satisfying to both men. But a storm front was approaching and Jeremiah remembered that he had left Jason asleep on the deck.

Jason was still dozing in the lounge chair when Jeremiah returned to his deck. The exhausted security officer was gently snoring. The sound was not annoying, but belied that Jason had fallen into a restful sleep. Jeremiah looked down at Jason resting so comfortably with his lips slightly parted. He could understand why Rick had been so attracted to this man. Jeremiah imagined what it would be like to lean down and kiss the man. As pleasant it would be to enjoy Jason’s body, Jeremiah quickly put that thought aside.

“I am not the one you are waiting for, my friend,” Jeremiah muttered assuredly then gently patted the Jason on his shoulder.

Jason stirred suddenly and got his bearings.

“What time is it?” he asked as he unwrapped his burly frame from the blanket and struggled to his feet.

“Almost midnight,” replied Jeremiah taking the blanket and folding it. “Why don’t you bed down in the guest room. It is too late to be driving back up to Mobile tonight especially with these storms coming in.”

Jason drowsily nodded and headed inside. Jeremiah followed him into the house giving one look out to the flashes of lightning in the distance.

Midnight. Riverfront Park

Rolf had Nick lain over a rocky ledge and was pounding the boy’s ass with a wolf-like aggression. Having been fucked by the randy frat boy, Rolf decided it was his turn. Several strategic bites and substantial draining had rendered Nick beyond struggling but still strong enough to be satisfying sexually. With snarling howl, Rolf unloaded his cock deep into Nick lowering his mouth to Nick’s neck and drinking deep. Nick just whimpered. Rolf reached under the boy and found that Nick was hard and ready for more.

With one fluid motion, Rolf flipped Nick over onto his back across the rock outcropping which was making a suitable sacrificial altar for Rolf’s final act. He kissed the boy roughly then descended with biting and licking down the boy’s sweating and bloody chest.

“Please make me cum,” groaned Nick as his mind was clouded by the wild sex and the insatiable yearning created from the vampire’s venom. Rolf’s fanged mouth engulfed the eager lad’s engorged prick and sucked hungrily. Nick met Rolf’s sucking mouth with feeble thrusts.

“Ah, ah,” Nick grunted then his body stiffened as his climax built ready to flood Rolf’s hungry mouth. The orgasm was intense as Nick cried out in gasping breaths. Rolf tightened his mouth on Nick’s exploding member sucking the spewing seed and then clamping his teeth in to the throbbing cock. With a deep guttural growl, Rolf delivered his ultimate bite piercing deep into the base of Nick’s cock. Nick’s rapid orgasmic cries transformed into shrieks as he felt Rolf’s teeth slice through his spurting dick and the clock tower on the nearby campus chimed twelve times.

Trapped within the nightmarish vision of Rolf’s sacrifice of Nick unfolding in their dreamscapes, Andrew and Jason watched horrified as the scene played to its ghastly conclusion. All the two men could do was scream “NO!” as they watched helplessly. Their cries unheard by Rolf, but mixing in their minds along with the ominous strikes of the clocktower and the pitiful shrieks of the dying Nick.

Andrew’s scream awoke Joe from his drunken slumber finding his friend standing wide-eyed in the middle of his dorm room as the last note of the chiming clocktower resonated in the night.

“Andrew?” questioned Joe as he struggled to his feet seeing the look of terror on his friend’s face. “What is it? What is wrong?” Andrew was speechless as the words to describe what he had witnessed in his nightmare could not materialize in his addled thoughts. Seeing Joe standing protectively before him prepared to meet any oncoming threat, Andrew threw himself into a tight hug that knock the wind from the still unsteady Joe. Andrew clung to him as if Joe was raft in a turbulent sea.

Jeremiah charged into his guest bedroom ready to do battle with whatever had caused Jason to cry out like he was beset by some terrible threat. Jason stood in the middle of the room frantically trying to gain his senses. Jeremiah grasped Jason’s face and looked the man deep in his eyes in an effort to bring calm. The house shook with a loud roll of thunder.

“Calm. Breathe. Calm,” chanted Jeremiah as he tried to enter Jason’s terrified thoughts. Jason began to repeat the words of the centering ritual. “Calm. Breathe.”

Victor’s bedroom

Victor and Yagna lay comfortably next to each other in the afterglow from their exhaustive but satisfying roleplay with Paul. The happy, but drained contractor had rested for just a little while with his hosts and then headed back home. Having drunk deep and appeased their respective lusts, Victor and Yagna had dozed off comfortably in each other’s arms.

Victor suddenly sat up in bed as if startled by some noise. The noise was a scream. As his senses stabilized, he realized that was not the sound of a singular scream that had broken his sleep, but a chorus of screams, one of which was familiar----Andrew.

Yagna stirred and looked with concern at his old friend. Before Yagna could voice his concerns, Victor’s nearby cell phone buzzed angrily.

Victor answered the phone to hear Jeremiah’s voice.

“Yes, I am fine,” assured Victor. “Yagna is here with me. Ok. Ok. We will talk in the morning. Goodnight, Jeremiah. Love you, too, my friend.”

Victor settled back into the bed. Yagna brought his arm around Victor and pulled him close.

“Everything ok?” inquired Yagna as he gently stroked Victor’s shoulder. He could sense a slight tremble in Victor.

“No, I don’t think so,” Victor rested his head against Yagna’s chest and fell back into an uneasy sleep.