Vlad The Impaler

Impale: to penetrate or hold (something) with a pointed object.
Synonyms: gore, harpoon, jab…

Chris woke up with a strange feeling. He immediately thought of the old man he had dropped off at home last night. He recalled their conversation and then shook his head, believing that the guy was just an old, bitter drunk. He made breakfast and went about his day wondering why Jon hadn’t shown up last night. He hadn’t even replied to any of his texts. He would definitely be busting his butt about it tonight. For some strange reason, he continued recalling the old man’s story throughout the morning and early afternoon. It was starting to bug him. He even had a flashback of it while he showered that afternoon in preparation of dinner and clubbing with Jon later.

Chris arrived at Jon’s place around 5 and simultaneously rang the bell and knocked. He had a key, but unlike Jon, he was courteous enough to knock before entering. After a few more knocks and ringing of Jon’s doorbell, Chris unlocked the door and went in. He called out to Jon and received no reply, so he grew concerned. He cautiously opened Jon’s bedroom door and found him sound asleep. Chris called out, “What the fuck Jon! It’s after five in the afternoon! You must have had one hell of a night last night and stiffed me in the process”. Jon stirred and groaned, “I feel like a truck ran me over. It’s that late? Sorry dude, I met this girl last night, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and”, Jon stopped talking and seemed to be confused. Chris asked, “And what Jon? I understand if you decided to spend the night with a girl, but you could have at least replied to my texts”. Jon continued to look confused, “Texts? Let me check my phone”. Jon slowly rolled over and ended up sitting on the side of his bed as he reached down and grabbed his phone from his pants pocket. Jon looked at his phone and then said to Chris, “Fuck! Sorry Chris, I don’t recall hearing these texts come in. As a matter of fact, I don’t remember anything after meeting that girl”. Jon then attempted to stand up but collapsed back down onto the bed. Chris was concerned for his friend, “Jon, are you ok. You’re white as a ghost and you’re obviously too weak to even stand. You want me to drive you to the hospital”? Jon said, “I guess I must be coming down with something, but I don’t need to go to the hospital. Thanks for the offer though. I think I just need more rest. Sorry, but I don’t think I’m going to make it tonight”.

Chris left Jon’s house after making sure he didn’t have a fever. Jon had fallen back asleep before Chris had even left his room. He assured Jon he’d check on him later, telling him he’d probably just get some dinner and then stop for a drink or two before returning home.

After leaving the restaurant, Chris decided to stop at the club he and Jon had planned on going to, called The Factory since it had been converted from what had been a large factory in past years. Jon had said it was huge and drew a very diverse crowd. When he arrived, he stopped at one of several bars and grabbed a drink before walking around to check things out. There were several floors having large rooms with bars and a dance floor in each. They were divided by halls and the walls were apparently sound-proofed so the music from one couldn’t be heard in another. Chris discovered another room with just a bar and some tables where the music was just subtle background noise so you could hear a conversation between two people. Chris sat down at the far end of the bar and ordered another drink. He’d finish that one and then head back home, stopping to check on Jon on the way.

There were about twenty people at the bar, most having conversations, some louder than others. The bartender returned with Chris’s drink and then moved on to the next needy customer. Suddenly the room grew quiet. Chris turned to see why everyone had ceased their conversations. A young woman had entered. Everyone’s eyes were on her including the women at the bar. She had shoulder length auburn hair. Her complexion was flawless and seemed to be makeup free. She was so beautiful; she didn’t need any makeup. As she walked along the bar, guys were falling over themselves offering her their seats. She just smiled and continued on until she stopped next to Chris and asked if the empty seat next to him was taken. Chris replied, “No, there’s no one sitting there. Be my guest”. She smiled and said, “Thank you. My name is Catherine”. Chris smiled and said, “Hi Catherine. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Chris”. Catherine continued smiling and said, “The pleasure is all mine Chris”. Chris was wondering how she could say that as she obviously could have any guy in the room including the ones who’s girlfriends were present. He was staring in her eyes and was getting lost in them. Catherine said, “Your drink is getting warm”. Chris suddenly snapped out of it and felt himself blush as he said, “Sorry, that was rude of me. I’ve just never seen eyes so beautiful. They drew me in”. Catherine continued to smile and said, “No need to apologize. I have that affect on some”. Chris finished his drink and said, “Well, it was nice to meet you Catherine”, then began to get up. Catherine asked, “Would you mind if I walked out with you”? Chris was surprised and hadn’t noticed Catherine had finished her drink as well, “Of course not. I’d be honored. Did you need a lift somewhere”? Catherine smiled and said, “I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you”. Chris assured her, “It wouldn’t be an inconvenience. I don’t need to be anywhere. I was just going to head home so I have plenty of time”. Catherine said, “I was heading home myself and appreciate the ride”.

As they pulled into the parking garage, Catherine asked, “Would you like to stop up for a drink before you head home. It’s the least I can offer you for giving me a lift home”? Chris was about to decline but glanced over and into Catherine’s eyes. He said, “I’d love to come up”. Catherine then indicated a reserved spot to park next to an elevator marked private. As they got out, Catherine led Chris to the elevator where she inserted a key card. The door opened and she led Chris into the elevator.

The elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened to a large foyer. They stepped out of the elevator and Catherine led Chris into a large living space with high end furniture and luxurious carpet. Catherine said, “Have a seat while I make us a drink”. Chris sat down in one of the plush cushioned chairs and looked around the room. There was artwork hanging on the walls of Monet, Rembrandt, and other well-known artists. Surely, they were copies, Chris thought. Catherine returned with the drinks and sat in the chair across from Chris. He commented, “Nice paintings. You have good taste”. Catherine said, “Thank you. I’ve had some of them for many years. Others I acquired over some time”. Chris thought that she hasn’t been around for ‘many years’, but thought it seemed sweet to think of twenty something as being many years. They talked about the paintings and various other artwork for a bit, then Catherine placed her drink on the table next to her, stood and offered her hand to Chris. Chris set his drink down and took Catherine’s hand. As he stood up, Catherine led him to an adjoining room, the bedroom. They walked over to the bed and Catherine positioned Chris with his back against the side of the king-sized bed. She then removed Chris’s shirt. Just as Chris was about to reach for Catherine’s blouse, she pulled him into her and kissed him deeply.

Chris had instinctively closed his eyes as Catherine kissed him. Then he felt his head spinning and his whole body seemed to tingle. At first Chris joked to himself about it being a magical kiss, but then he realized the feeling was coursing throughout his body. As he opened his eyes, things seemed out of focus. Then he realized the room seemed to be in focus, just not Catherine. He seemed frozen in place as she slowly came into focus. Chris stared in disbelief as the person before him was no longer Catherine, but a young guy. The clothing color was the same, but the guy was in a shirt and pants. He said, “My name is Vladimir Darius and I’m sorry, but I need to do this. The guy slowly disrobed as Chris remained frozen in place. He wanted to get the hell out of this place, but he couldn’t move. Once Vladimir was fully undressed, he began removing Chris’s remaining clothes. Once Chris was fully naked, Vladimir slowly positioned Chris down onto the bed on his back. Vladimir then lifted Chris’s legs up onto his shoulders and began rubbing his precum-leaking cock against Chris’s anus. Vladimir’s precum seemed to have a numbing effect on Chris as he didn’t feel any pain during the penetration, only some pressure. He couldn’t believe he was about to get fucked, and yet he was fascinated by the guy’s facial features in front of him. He also noticed the guy’s gymnast style physique. Soon Vladimir began stroking in and out of Chris. Though Chris wasn’t feeling any pain from the fucking he was receiving, his prostate was sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. His own cock was leaking precum profusely onto his abs. He wanted to cum so badly, but his arms wouldn’t move. He wanted to tell this Vladimir guy to stroke his cock, but he couldn’t talk. Chris began to realize he was actually enjoying the feel of the cock stroking inside him, at least his body was. Then he felt more pressure in his rectum as Vladimir’s cock began to swell. Vladimir then grunted and Chris felt a warmth flooding his insides. His whole body seemed to absorb the warmth and he felt a power inside him that was incredible and yet he still couldn’t move. As Vladimir finished emptying his seed inside Chris, he slowly pulled his cock from him. Chris’s cock was throbbing still and precum was pouring from it. Vladimir slowly moved down and took Chris’s cock into his mouth and began sucking on it as if his life depended on it. Chris saw stars as the warm mouth sucked on his pulsing rod. It didn’t take long before Chris’s cock exploded, sending streams of cum into Vladimir’s mouth and throat. Vladimir greedily swallowed it all until Chris’s cum had been drained from him. Chris then realized that along with his cum, the sudden rush of power he had felt earlier was also sucked out of him and he now felt totally spent. The room then started fading out.

Chris awoke in his bed feeling totally exhausted. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was that woman/girl sitting down next to him at the club. He looked over at the alarm clock and couldn’t believe what he was seeing; it was 6PM. Just then his phone rang. It was Jon. Shit! Had he even stopped back to check on him last night? Chris answered his phone, “Hey Jon”. Jon sounded better, “What’s up Chris? I’m not sure if you stopped back last night to check on me since I slept through the whole night. I woke up about four this morning and felt great. Must have been some twenty-four hour thing”. Chris replied, “That’s good to hear Jon since I may have caught it from you. I feel completely out of it”. Jon said, “I’m so sorry to hear that. If you did get if from me though, the good thing is that I got over it pretty quickly, and actually feel better than I have in a while. Chris said, “That’s good to hear Jon. I think I might eat something and then go back to bed”. Jon replied, “Yeah, do that. After sleeping all night, I feel completely better. Take care of yourself and call me tomorrow and tell me how you’re feeling”. “Will do”, Chris replied, then turned his cell phone off. Chris attempted to get out of bed to get something to eat, but realized he was weaker than he had thought. He laid back down and allowed sleep to take him.

Monday morning, Chris woke up and glanced at his alarm clock. It was 4AM, two hours before his alarm would be going off. Chris realized he felt much better now and decided to get up right away and eat some breakfast. He called Jon from work later that morning and gave him the good news.

Friday evening Chris arrived at Jon’s place. Jon answered the door. He was still dripping with a towel wrapped around him. Jon said, “Make yourself a drink while I get dressed. I’m running a little behind. I left work later than usual”. Chris said, “No problem, Jon. I’m used to it by now”, throwing a jab at Jon. He watched as Jon walked back toward his bedroom and noticed his firm butt outlined by the towel and the narrow waist with the sharp v-shape up to his shoulders. His cock twitched in his pants and Chris suddenly realized what he was doing. It frightened him that he had just ogled his best friend’s body and it excited him. What was wrong with him? Jon came out fully dressed and they headed out for dinner.

After dinner Chris and Jon went to the bar where Chris had met the old man, Joshua. They sat at the bar and discussed the past week and their apparent sudden illnesses over the weekend. Chris then asked, “So where did you meet that incredibly beautiful girl last week”? Jon gave him a puzzled look at first and then said, “I think it was at The Factory, but I can’t even remember what she looked like anymore. That virus or whatever it was must have affected my memory”. Then Jon asked Chris, “So when are you going to start dating again? I don’t want to make light of your grief Chris, but you need to get rid of some sexual tension apart from with your hands”. Chris laughed at Jon’s ribbing and shrugged. It had been three years since his newlywed wife had suddenly been killed in a car accident. What made things worse was that she was carrying their first child, so it was a double blow. They had been childhood sweethearts and married right after college, both twenty-one at the time. It had crushed Chris and dating had been totally out of his mind. Jon snapped him out of it, “I’m sorry Chris. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories”. Chris smiled and said, “It’s ok Jon. You meant well. Let’s finish our drinks and head to The Factory. Maybe you’ll run into your girl again”. Jon laughed and said, “Anything is possible”.

They headed to The Factory and made their rounds from one room to another, and from one floor to another, enjoying the different music and people. They ran into some mutual friends here and there and at some point, decided to visit the room with only a bar and quieter music. The bar was full, so they took one of the tables. As they sipped their rum and cokes, Jon saw one of the guys at the bar pointing to Chris and say to his buddy, “That’s the guy who walked out with that sweet fox last week. Not sure what he's got but she wouldn’t give anyone else the time of day”. Jon was sure Chris heard it as well. Jon grinned and asked, “So, Chris, you keeping a secret from me or what? That guy just said you left with some hot babe last week”. A momentary memory of someone walking into the room while everyone stared flashed across Chris’s mind, but the person was fuzzy, and he couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman. Chris said, “I was here last week. It was the night you were feeling rough, but I don’t remember leaving with anyone. I don’t remember anything at all that night except that I was here”. Jon laughed and said, “Must have been a hell of a night. My Friday night was pretty much the same. Must be the effects of that virus”. Chris replied, “I guess that’s possible”. Jon said, “I need to empty my bladder”, then got up. He noticed the ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign on the Men’s Room door, so he headed to one that was available.

After about a half hour, Chris began to wonder what had happened to Jon as he hadn’t returned from the Men’s Room yet. He waited about fifteen minutes longer before trying to call Jon’s cell. It rang quite a few times before going to voice mail. He attempted several more times before going to look for him. He asked several of their mutual friends that he saw before one of them, Brad, said he had seen him leave, adding that he tried to talk to him, but that Jon just walked past him with a blank look on his face. Chris walked out to the parking lot to find Jon’s car was gone from the space they had parked in. Chris didn’t understand why Jon would have left without saying anything to him. He tried calling him again only to have it go to voice mail once more.

Jon found himself standing in the entrance to the large apartment. He had been here before. A man’s voice called to him, and he walked to the bedroom where the man awaited. Vladimir said, “You resisted my call somehow, but you are here now”. Jon replied, “Yes. I am here as you commanded”, then began undressing. After shedding his clothes, he assisted Vladimir with removing his. Then he walked over to the bed and turned to face Vladimir. They kissed, and Jon felt the familiar tingling before the paralyzation set in. As Vladimir laid him down on the bed, Jon almost wished he could lift his legs for him, “Yes, fuck me my master. I need you inside me”, he thought and wished he could say it. He didn’t need to as Vladimir smiled as he read his thoughts.

Vladimir had mixed feelings as he was honored the guy actually wanted him but knew what the end result would be; another life ending too soon. If only he had a choice in the matter, for he was as helpless in choosing his victims as they were, once they were in his grasp. That hadn’t been part of the original curse. It was added later in a vain attempt at self-preservation. At one time Vladimir could choose his victims and he chose those who deserved to receive his curse for he could stop their bad behavior while cutting short their ability to wreak their evil on the world. After he had exacted his revenge on the one responsible for his situation though, the warlock responsible saw his own demise. He thought to stop that from happening. He hadn’t succeeded in his quest but caused a darker result as far as the curse was concerned.

Vladimir refocused his attention on the moment and lifted Jon’s legs to his shoulders. He then rubbed his pre-cum leaking cock against the entrance to Jon’s hole. He took his time to make sure his precum had its numbing effect. Even when he could choose those that deserved his assaults, he tried to make it as painless as possible for them. Soon Vladimir slowly impaled Jon on his rigid cock until his pubic bush was pressed against Jon’s balls. He waited there for a bit before beginning his slow strokes in and out of Jon’s hot hole. He locked his eyes on Jon’s as he read the things Jon wanted to express. He couldn’t help hearing the thoughts, not that they were angry or frightened, those he could understand and deal with. These days, those thoughts were of pleasure and fealty to him. Those thoughts disturbed him the most because he was ashamed of what he had become and was helpless to change it. Soon Vladimir was unloading his seed inside Jon’s bowels once more, charging him with his evil magical essence. An essence which would absorb more of Jon’s life force and deposit itself in Jon’s own seed, only to be sucked out of him moments later. Jon felt the swelling inside him and then the flooding of his bowels followed by the feeling of great power. It was a rush that blew his mind as it overtook all of his senses. Then Vladimir took his cock into his mouth and devoured it. Jon had never had a better blowjob than he received from Vladimir, and the orgasm it produced was unmatched. Unfortunately, once his orgasm subsided and Vladimir had drained him of his seed, the familiar exhaustion and fade to black occurred.

Chris eventually gave up trying to contact Jon and called an uber. Why would Jon do this to him. He couldn’t recall having offended him. They had been enjoying themselves. Chris thought about what Brad had said about the blank stare on Jon’s face, and the fact that he had ignored Brad. What was that all about? Either way he’d have to have a talk with Jon. Something was going on.