Preparations for The Blood Ball

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Mikhail stepped into the grand library of his tower, the sight before him made his cold heart quiver with anticipation. Candlelight flickered off the towering bookshelves and ornate ceiling, casting eerie shadows on the polished marble floors. The room was alive with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses as the young Eastern European basketball players reveled in their newfound success, completely oblivious to the true purpose of this gathering.

As Mikhail surveyed the scene, he couldn't help but admire his own cunning. Each food item and cocktail had been carefully crafted to enhance the flavor of these beautiful young men for the upcoming vampire feast. He could almost taste their succulent flesh already wriggling In his mouth, making his fangs throb with desire.

"Welcome, Mikhail!" called out one of the players, a tall and lean Serbian named Igor. His raven-black hair fell just above his piercing blue eyes, and he looked dashing in his tailored suit. Mikhail noted that Igor's shoes were immaculate and well-fitting - size 12. He was only 19 years old, yet his athletic prowess had already earned him a place on the team.

"Thank you, Igor," Mikhail replied smoothly, hiding his predatory thoughts behind a charming smile.

The players were all dressed in sharp suits and stylish shoes, their muscular bodies barely contained by the fine fabrics. They mingled effortlessly with the guests, showing off their natural athleticism and charm. None of them suspected the dark fate that awaited them.

Among the players were Aleksandr, a 6'7" shooting guard from Russia, wearing size 14 shoes, and Petr, a 6'4" point guard from Ukraine, wearing size 13 shoes. Both were 21 years old, with powerful builds that spoke of hours spent training and perfecting their craft.

Mikhail's gaze lingered on the youngest member of the team, Miroslav, a 6'9" center from Bulgaria. At only 18 years old, he had an air of innocence about him that Mikhail found particularly enticing. Miroslav's size 15 shoes were almost comically large on his slender frame, and he weighed a mere 210 pounds.

As the players continued to enjoy the party, they remained blissfully unaware of the true intentions behind their host's generosity. In their minds, they saw this as a celebration of their achievements and a chance to make connections in high society. Little did they know that they would soon be served as the main course at a vampire feast, their bodies devoured by the very guests they sought to impress.

Mikhail watched them with predatory eyes, his mind filled with dark fantasies and twisted desires. He knew that each player had been carefully selected for their beauty, youth, and athletic prowess - qualities that would make them all the more delectable to the vampires who would soon dine on their flesh. As he sipped his crimson drink, he couldn't help but imagine how each of them would taste, and how satisfying it would be to sink his fangs into their tender skin.

"Enjoy the party, my friends," Mikhail whispered under his breath, his voice dripping with sinister intent. "For tomorrow, the real feast begins."

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As the cocktail hour progressed, Mikhail couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the young players, their lean bodies filling out their tailored suits in all the right places. He found himself lost in thoughts of how they would taste, and how big their cocks were beneath the expensive fabric that hugged their forms.

"Ah, my dear friends," Mikhail said with a charming smile as he approached the group, raising a glass filled with crimson liquid. "I am so glad to have you here as my very special guests for tomorrow night's dinner. I know our other esteemed guests will enjoy your...presence even more than I do."

The players exchanged glances, unsure how to interpret his words but too entranced by the atmosphere and Mikhail's charisma to question him. Their confusion was quickly replaced by excitement when Mikhail offered them a rare opportunity.

"Allow me to give you a VIP tour of my tower. Few have ever seen its inner workings, and there is a certain tradition we must uphold - visiting the kitchen where tomorrow night's meals will be prepared and paying our respects to the chefs." He gestured for them to follow as he led them deeper into the luxurious skyscraper.

As they walked through the opulent hallways, the players marveled at the state-of-the-art technology and exquisite art pieces that adorned the walls. But it wasn't long before they noticed a recurring theme in the artwork: men being feasted upon by vampires, their expressions a mix of terror and ecstasy as they succumbed to the supernatural beings extorting their authority over them. The players exchanged uneasy looks, a hint of unease creeping in, but continued to follow Mikhail, their curiosity piqued.

"Please step inside," Mikhail said, guiding the players into an industrial-sized elevator capable of holding up to 30 men. They descended deep into the bowels of the tower, the soft hum of machinery echoing around them.

When the elevator doors opened, the players found themselves in a stark white preparation room, a chilling contrast to the opulence they had just left behind. The cold space was equipped with suspension bars and drains, large bins for discarded clothing, and stainless steel tables for the captives. It was here that the players would be cataloged - their blood type, height, weight, full name, virgin status, cock size, shoe size - along with whether they had brothers who might also be suitable for capture.

"Welcome to the heart of my tower," Mikhail said, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he ushered them from the elevator. "I hope you find it...enlightening."

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The players' gazes were drawn to the two naked young men, restrained in a holding chamber within the preparation room. With fear settling in their eyes, they glanced at each other and then back at the captives, struggling to comprehend why they were here. Mikhail grinned wickedly, relishing in their confusion.

"Ah, my dear guests," Mikhail purred, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "You see, you are not just here for a simple dinner tomorrow night. You are the main course."

As his fangs elongated, the players gasped, realization dawning on them. Some tried to back away, only to be met by armed guards who quickly herded them into a chamber with a sliding glass door and window. The tension in the room was palpable as Mikhail's gaze swept over the frightened young men, selecting his first two victims.

"Alexei and Ivan," he called out, his fingers lingering over their broad shoulders, feeling the tremors that ran through their bodies. Alexei was 20 years old, 6'8" tall, and weighed 220 pounds, hailing from Russia. Ivan, a 19-year-old Ukrainian player, stood at 6'5" and weighed 200 pounds. Both looked terrified, their eyes wide with panic.

The armed guards forcibly restrained Alexei and Ivan to a suspension bar, lifting them off the ground like pieces of meat dangling from hooks. Their teammates watched helplessly through the glass, fists clenched, hearts pounding in their chests.

The preppers moved in swiftly, stripping them down naked, tossing their clothing and shoes in to bins, extracting blood samples from the two suspended players. As the needle pierced their skin, both young men winced, their anguish clear. 

With a loud hum, the preppers' machines sprang to life, their wires snaking towards their exposed cocks. The men winced as the devices clamped down, drawing out their precious semen samples into glass vials. It was a degrading process, one that left them feeling even more vulnerable and stripped of any remaining dignity. 

Mikhail reveled in their suffering, reading aloud from the detailed catalog sheets prepared by the preppers. "Alexei, blood type B negative, virgin, semen load 3.5 milliliters...Ivan, blood type A positive, not a virgin, semen load 4.2 milliliters." He smirked, commenting on their shoe sizes and cock lengths as if he were reading from a gourmet menu.

"Ah, and Alexei has a younger brother! We'll have to look into that," Mikhail mused, his tongue flicking over his elongated fangs in anticipation.

As the first two players trembled with fear, their teammates realized there would be no escape. They were all trapped within Mikhail's tower, awaiting their gruesome fate as they watched on helplessly.

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With a sinister grin, Mikhail surveyed the remaining players, his eyes flicking from one frightened face to another, relishing in their vulnerability. "Next up, we have...Marek and Dima," he announced, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

Marek, a 19-year-old Latvian player, stood at 6'7" with short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He weighed 185 pounds and had an air of stubborn defiance about him despite the terror that coursed through his veins. Dima, on the other hand, was a 20-year-old Ukrainian athlete. At 6'9" and 205 pounds, he possessed a muscular build, jet-black hair, and deep brown eyes that now shimmered with unshed tears.

The armed guards approached the two young men, seizing them by their arms and forcing them toward the center of the room. Marek's jaw clenched as he tried to resist, but it was no use; the guards held him tightly, their grip unyielding.

"Please, don't do this!" Dima begged, his voice cracking from fear. "We're just kids!"

"Silence!" Mikhail commanded, his voice cold and unforgiving. "Your pleas will fall on deaf ears."

As the guards stripped Marek and Dima of their clothing, leaving them exposed and vulnerable, the rest of the team watched helplessly, their own fear growing with each passing moment.

"Such beautiful specimens," Mikhail mused as he circled around the pair, running his fingers along their trembling flesh. "You should be honored to serve such a noble purpose."

One by one, the players were subjected to the same humiliating process. They were stripped, cataloged, and prepared for tomorrow's feast, all under the watchful gaze of Mikhail. His presence filled the room like a suffocating fog, instilling terror and awe in equal measures.

"Take them to the holding pens," Mikhail ordered, gesturing toward the now prepped Marek and Dima. "Ensure they are well secured."

The guards complied, dragging the two young men away from the horrified gazes of their teammates. As each player was processed and led to their own holding pen, the reality of their situation began to fully sink in; they had become nothing more than cattle, awaiting their turn to be served up as a meal for their monstrous captor.

Mikhail's laughter echoed through the chamber, a chilling reminder of his power and control over them all.

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Mikhail's sharp gaze scanned the detailed catalog of each player, his lips forming an amused smirk as he studied the information before him. The other players were still reeling from the realization of their grim fate, but their fear did little to dampen Mikhail's excitement.

"Ah, here we are," he announced, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Nikolai – from Serbia. Eighteen years old, six feet three inches tall, one hundred and eighty-five pounds, size twelve shoes..." Mikhail paused for effect, looking up at the trembling young man who was now the center of attention. "Blood type O negative, virgin, impressive semen load, and a delightful eight-inch cock."

The room seemed to hold its breath collectively as the blood drained from Nikolai's face. He stared back at the vampire lord, terror evident in his wide eyes.

"Such a fine veal," Mikhail mused, reaching out to taste a drop of Nikolai's blood from the sample vial. "Exquisite. Yes, you will do nicely for my personal meal and pleasure this evening."

"Please, no..." Nikolai whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Inject him with my favorite seasonings," Mikhail ordered, ignoring the plea. "And administer the viagra – I want that pretty cock rock-hard when I sink my fangs into it."

Nikolai's body tensed as a prepper approached with the syringe, injecting the concoction into his bloodstream. He could feel the effects almost immediately, his heart pounding harder in his chest and his already anxious arousal growing under the influence of the drug.

Mikhail's voice was low and seductive as his finger traced a teasing path down Nikolai's chest, causing goosebumps to rise on the young man's skin. The tip of his now erect cock quivered with anticipation as Mikhail continued to speak in a honeyed tone. "My fledging Aaron and I will savor every inch of your tender flesh, relishing in the exquisite taste of your blood." His fingers trailed up to Nikolai's neck, feeling for the pulse that beat so insistently beneath his skin. "Your fear only adds to your intoxicating flavor," he murmured, leaning in close to press his lips against Nikolai's neck before pulling back with a devilish smile.

"Take him to my private dining chamber in the penthouse," Mikhail commanded, a wicked gleam in his eyes. The guards obeyed, dragging Nikolai away as he struggled against their grip.

The remaining players watched their youngest teammate disappear from sight, their hearts sinking with the dreadful realization that he would not be returning. They stood there, bound and helpless, their dreams of athletic success and bright futures snuffed out in an instant by the cruel whims of a vampire lord.

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The remaining players, their bodies trembling with a mix of fear and anger, were herded like cattle through the sterile white corridors of the human stockade. The harsh lighting above them cast eerie shadows on the walls, as if they were walking through a nightmare they couldn't escape. Like lambs to the slaughter, each person was led to their individual holding pen. The air hung heavy with tension and fear as they awaited their fates, unsure of what lay ahead for them. The pens were somber and claustrophobic, a stark contrast to the vibrant festival ground just beyond their reach. Time seemed to crawl by as they sat in silence, contemplating the unknown future that lay before them

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"Please, let us go," one player pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. But their captors remained silent, their faces cold and indifferent.

As the last of the pens closed, the players stared at each other through the bars, their eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding. They had been stripped of everything - their clothes, their pride, and soon, their very lives. And all for the perverse pleasure of these monstrous creatures that held them captive.

As Nikolai was dragged through the opulent hallway of Mikhail's luxurious penthouse, he couldn't help but notice the grotesque artwork adorning the walls. Each painting depicted a scene of vampires feasting on helpless humans, their fangs bared and blood dripping from their mouths. The longer he looked at them, the more his stomach churned with disgust. But he had no time to dwell on it as the guards' firm grip on his wrists caused sharp pains to shoot through his arms. He gritted his teeth and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, determined not to show any weakness in front of his captors.

As they neared the massive, intricately carved wooden doors to the dining chamber, he could hear a cacophony of grunts and moans echoing through the long, narrow corridor. The sounds were primal and intense, punctuated by occasional gasps and muffled cries. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over him, wondering what awaited within those heavily guarded doors.Fear and curiosity battled within him, but he knew he wouldn't have to wait long to find out what awaited him behind those doors.

With a loud creak, the guards flung open the towering doors, revealing an exquisitely decorated room dominated by a large St. Andrew's cross. The dimly-lit space was adorned with rich fabrics and intricate carvings, giving off an air of opulence and decadence. But what immediately caught Nikolai's attention was the sight of Mikhail and Aaron Carter, the former pop star, locked in a passionate and vigorous embrace on an ornate ottoman nearby. Aaron lay on his back, legs thrown over Mikhail's broad shoulders as the vampire lapped at his arches, thrusting into him with an animalistic ferocity that made the very air crackle with electricity. Their bodies were a tangled mass of pale skin, rippling muscles, and frenzied movements, lost in their own world of pleasure and desire.

"Please... don't do this," Nikolai whispered, begging for mercy even as he was forcibly restrained to the cross. His heart raced and his breath caught in his throat, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Instead, Mikhail's eyes met his, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

As the young player struggled, his gaze darted around the room, taking in the dark crimson walls adorned with ornate gold filigree, the seductive glow of candlelight flickering off the crystal chandeliers, and the immense dining table set for a macabre banquet. It was a chamber designed for the darkest of pleasures, and now he was its centerpiece.

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The vampires paid no attention to Nicolai, as we delivered to the room like room service. Mikhail's tongue flicked against Aaron's toes and arches as he continued to pound into him with ferocious intensity. The audible slapping of skin against skin filled the room, accompanied by their primal cries of pleasure. Sweat dripped from every inch of their entwined bodies, slick and hot from their unbridled passion. With each thrust, Mikhail hungrily lapped at Aaron's feet, reveling in the taste of their shared desire. They were lost in a world of pure carnal bliss, consumed by their insatiable hunger for one another.

"Fuck, yes!" Aaron shouted, his voice strained with pleasure. The blond-haired, blue-eyed former pop star had maintained his youthful appearance even at 33 years old, standing at 5'8" and weighing around 160 pounds. His once boyish charm now mixed with the dark allure of vampirism, making him all the more enticing to Mikhail.

Finally, both men reached their climax, their cries of ecstasy echoing through the chamber. They separated, panting heavily, and turned their attention to the restrained player who was struggling in vain to break free from the St. Andrew's cross. The vampires, having worked up their appetite, bared their elongated fangs, their predatory instincts awakened by the sight of the young man's naked body.

Mikhail and Aaron flanked the athlete, their fingers and tongues exploring every inch of his trembling body. Their hands roamed up and down his legs, caressing his inner thighs and Aaron and Mikhail's fingers traced patterns up and down the athlete's engorged cock, the pink head slick with pre-cum, glistening in the low light of the chamber.

Meanwhile, their warm breath tickled his neck and nipples, sending shivers down his spine. The athlete squirmed under their touch, torn between pleasure and discomfort. Despite his resistance, their relentless stimulation pushed him over the edge into a powerful orgasm. But instead of relief, he felt only terror as he realized the intense hold these two men had over him.

"Such a delicious taste," Mikhail murmured, licking his lips as he savored the player's essence. "And quite the impressive load you've given us."

The two vampires alternated between feeding on various parts of the player's body and working his cock, coaxing yet another orgasm from him despite his desperation and fear. As they fed, the player could sense their delight in his unique flavor, knowing that it only sealed his fate further. 

Mikhail traces his tongue along the player's long, slender neck, reveling in the subtle curve of his Adam's apple before sinking his sharp fangs into the warm, cool flesh. The rich taste of blood floods his mouth and he can feel Nikolai's body arch and writhe against the cross, a primal scream escaping his lips that awakens a primal hunger in the vampires. Their senses are heightened as they drink in every sensation, from the metallic tang of blood to the scent of arousal and fear emanating from their victim. It is a feast for all their senses, fueling their desire and thirst for more.

Aaron's voice dripped with hunger as he pulled away from a deep bite on the player's thigh, his eyes flashing with desire. "Your blood is so damn delicious, my dear," he growled, eagerly making his way down to Nikolai's foot to worship it with his tongue before sinking his fangs into the soft flesh of his high arch. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough for Aaron, when he could sink his teeth into even more of Nikolai's succulent body.

In the end, Mikhail sank his fangs into the player's cock while Aaron feasted on his balls, their shared meal culminating in a gruesome display of vampiric hunger and cruelty. The player's cries of agony filled the room, mingling with the satisfied moans of his tormentors.

The stage was now set for the next chapter, where the vampire lords would feast on the basketball team as the main course of the Harvest Blood Ball. And for the captive players, there was no hope, only the cold embrace of terror and the certainty of their impending doom.