Tasting Andrew

Victor growled as DJ approached dressed only in his white nylon basketball shorts which betrayed his excitement of being taken as Andrew was watching from across the guest bedroom in Victor’s house. Victor had stripped nude and stood in an alpha stance as his “prey” approached while Andrew sat in his shorts and shirtless in a nearby overstuffed armchair silently observing this intimacy between DJ and Victor. Andrew shifted partly from nervousness and partly from his arousal as he watched the erotic scene unfold.

With a snarling hiss, Victor viciously displayed his extended fangs to DJ as the police officer stood face to face with his master. This was the cue that precipitated their roleplay as DJ obediently dropped to his knees before Victor. Victor felt DJ’s tongue flick his hardening prong and he let out a satisfied moan and glanced over to the quietly astute Andrew. Victor extended his hand to beckon the young man to join him as DJ carefully licked and sucked the vampire’s cock. Andrew rose and accepted Victor’s open hand which pulled him along side of the handsome professor who had been haunting his thoughts. Victor did not enthrall the young man; this was not a predator and prey experience and the talents that Andrew had displayed concerning the reading of thoughts and emotions of others would have alerted the lad of any untoward attempt by the vampire to control his will. This experience was about building trust.

Earlier, after DJ had left them on the steps of the University Auditorium, Victor had invited Andrew to join him and DJ for their roleplay, offering that the young man could merely observe, but was free to participate. Victor stood waiting patiently as the offer was weighed within Andrew’s thoughtful mind. Darkness had started to fall and the grounds around the auditorium was springing to life as student actors and crew members of the upcoming stage production of DRACULA were arriving for a Sunday evening tech rehearsal. As Victor awaited Andrew’s answer, he chuckled as he thought about Bram Stoker’s portrayal of vampires. Victor quietly considered how DRACULA might have been written differently if he had the opportunity to have provided Mr. Stoker some taste for the true vampiric experience. Victor nearly had the opportunity once as one of Victor’s friends had been the poet Walt Whitman, who had cultivated a close bond with Bram Stoker, but sadly the meeting never came to fruition. Supposedly, Bram and Victor shared more than just their interest in vampires and quite possibly the two gentlemen might have indulged in interests beyond just purely intellectual.

“Yes.” Was the simple reply from Andrew. “I need to know this.” And with those words, Victor invited Andrew to his home again, but this time the young man would drive himself as symbol of entering into this experience of his own free will and being able to leave when he felt uncomfortable.

DJ was an excellent choice for such a demonstration as the strapping lawman came willingly into the thrall of Victor stripping away his exhausting bravado and surrendering to the control of the vampire to take what he needed and in return provide an intense sexual and emotional release. This was three men who were providing each other with what they needed: Victor’s need to fill his hunger and lust, DJ’s need for relinquishing control, and Andrew’s need for hopefully some answers.

Victor protectively put his arm around the muscled shoulders of Andrew drawing him within range of DJ’s attentive mouth as the vampire and Andrew stood side by side. Andrew felt DJ’s hands tug down his shorts and with an audible gasp, the young man’s erection was the object of DJ’s tongue and lips as the kneeling man swapped his attention back and forth from Victor’s dripping cock to Andrew’s stiffening prong. Andrew moaned and leaned against Victor.

Andrew’s gaze shifted from watching DJ sucking him and Victor to look into Victor’s face. His mind was greeted with a single sincere thought from Victor’s genuine mind----Andrew, trust me and I will protect you from whatever is threatening you.

Victor looked into the face of Andrew and tightened his protective hold on the young man as the memory of his long-dead Andrei flashed through his emotions. This boy was not Andrei, but there was so much there in him that conjured up the thoughts of Andrei----his smile, the jet-black hair, and his soulful eyes that could translate the world into works of art. This time would be different. Victor suddenly found himself in a powerful hug from the young man as DJ intensified his lapping and sucking on the two men’s dick and balls.

“Master?” whispered DJ suddenly ceasing the delivery of what was intense pleasure to both Victor and Andrew. Victor disengaged himself reluctantly from Andrew’s hug and pulled DJ to his feet and kissed him deeply tasting both his vampiric pre-cum mixed with Andrew’s in DJ’s hungry mouth. Victor then trace his tongue across the big man’s neck down to his panting chest finding the hardened nipples nestled his DJ’s furry broad chest. “Take me, master.”

Victor locked his mouth upon the mound of DJ’s right pec biting gently into the man’s nip and was rewarded with a trickle of nourishment. Andrew stepped aside as he watched the pair maneuver toward the big bed. Victor still with his mouth locked in feeding upon the man laid him upon his back with a grunting moan. Victor tugged down DJ’s shorts flinging them to the floor. Andrew was mesmerized by the passionate display as Victor kissed down DJ’s broad furry chest which was heaving in anticipation of what was surely to come, then hungrily descended his fanged mouth upon DJ’s blood engorged tool. DJ uttered a loud groan as Victor’s mouth engulfed the prone man’s cock hungrily.

Andrew reached down to remove his shorts from his ankles when the front pocket of his crumpled shorts buzzed. The mood was completely broken as Andrew tried to fish out the insistent cellphone as it buzzed urgently. Victor and DJ were lost in the moment in their roleplay and were unaware of the awkward situation that Andrew was attempting to handle.

Andrew frantically was digging out his cellphone from his twisted shorts and found ungraciously his feet tangled and tumbled headlong upon the bed next to Victor and DJ who had arranged themselves into a passionate sixty-nine position. Not missing a beat in an attempt to calm the embarrassed young man, Victor turned his attention to Andrew.

“I forgot to make the announcement about silencing your cellphones prior to the performance,” remarked Victor with an understanding smile. DJ snickered at the joke and suddenly the façade of the roleplay was shattered.

“I am so sorry,” apologized Andrew and he finally secured his phone so he could see what was the source of this urgent message. “It might be my family at home trying to reach me. No one calls me.” Andrew searched his phone and found one missed call and a few subsequent texts. It took him a moment to realize that these were from his new study partner, Joe. “Ok. I am so sorry, but this friend needs my help. He is stranded across town at the supercenter and needs a jump.”

Victor disengaged DJ and reach over to pat Andrew on the shoulder.

“No need to apologize,” assured Victor. “Go help your friend. We can get back together again some other time.”

“Or you could be an asshole and leave him hanging,” teased DJ. Andrew looked from Victor to DJ and back searching for what to do.

“I think you know what you need to do,” added Victor. “It is in your nature not to be an asshole.” Andrew was relieved by their response. There was something about the tone of Joe’s text that communicated some sense of urgency beyond a dead battery. Andrew had wrestled his shorts back up and was hunting for his shirt. Victor leaned over and grabbed a pen and pad from the nightstand and scribbled his phone number.

“Here,” offered Victor handing the note to Andrew. “This is my number. Text me or call if you need anything. And we can chat more.” Andrew took the paper and stuffed it in his pocket appreciatively. He reached over and shook DJ’s hand and then gave Victor a quick but solid hug and headed to the door.

Andrew was gone, but despite ending abruptly, the experience seemed to have achieved its intent. Victor now turned his attention to DJ who lay prone on the bed. Swiftly lifting the muscled legs of his willing prey, Victor suddenly buried his face into DJ’s succulent ass and was rewarded with a howling moan as Victor’s tongue probed deep opening up his intended target.

As Andrew drove to the super center to aid Joe, his mind replayed the day. The entire exchange was surreal in that just a few minutes prior, Andrew was watching a vampire seduce and take a willing prey. As bizarre as this day’s experience had been, Andrew suddenly felt more at ease as he looked at these two men who were protectors. They had sincerely offered their most intimate companionship to him. They were right, he needed to not be an asshole and assist his friend, Joe. The world was populated with enough assholes as it was.

The University Auditorium, Backstage.

WHACK! The response was swift as Becca’s hand made a powerful contact with Nick’s cheek.

“If you touch me like that again,” warned Becca as she faced off with the arrogantly grinning Nick. “So help me, Nick, you will be playing Quincey with a limp!” Becca gathered up the long flowing skirt of her Vampire Bride costume and slipped past the stunned Nick.

“Well, now, I meant no offense, little lady,” chuckled Nick in his fake western accent which he used while playing the character of the American cowboy Quincey in the stage production of DRACULA which they were rehearsing in the college auditorium. Becca turned to confront the grinning Nick and was about to tear loose with another threat when she was startled by a voice calling from behind.

“Becca, there you are,” exclaimed a familiar friendly voice emanating from her fellow Vampire Bride, Kate. “I director needs us onstage for those publicity photos.” Kate was her usual bright self but she could even sense the tension in this backstage encounter between her friend and Nick. Behind Kate, looming impressively in his Dracula costume was a tall olive-skinned young man with a menacing face framed by thick ebony hair and neatly trimmed beard. His menace was not directed to Becca but to its intended target, Nick.

When Vlad turned his attention to Becca, he flashed a bright friendly smile and his eyes took on gentle feel. Kate grasped Becca’s hand to pull her toward the stage as Vlad gently patted the visibly upset Becca on her shoulder.

“Becca, you got this, girl,” beamed Vlad supportively. “You are doing great.” Kate pulled Becca with a sense of urgency.

“Tell Professor Taylor that I am on my way,” called Vlad after the two Vampire Brides.

“He is not gonna like us being late, Vlad,” warned Kate.

“What is he going to do—throw me out of the cast?” remarked Vlad with a pleasant grin. “Then he will have to wrestle around stage in this cape.” Kate and Becca knew Vlad was correct in his assumption. Everyone liked Vlad, even gruff, old Professor Taylor could not get up his usual ire toward the young man. Kate and Becca headed into the wings and toward the stage while Vlad turned his attention to the self-sure arrogant Nick.

Vlad was a good six inches height over Nick as he closed in the space between with a snarling look.

“Leave Becca alone, Nick,” growled Vlad as a threatening darkness shadowed his face as he glared at Nick.

“Hey, Count,” sneered Nick. “I was just having some fun. I might as well. The only reason that I am doing this fucking play is that my advisor told me it would help with my broadcasting career. Something about stage presence.”

“Well, you are being an asshole,” Vlad continued his threatening growl as his usual gentle nature was giving way to his Slavic temper. “The rest of us want to be here.”

“Oh, bite me, Vlad,” hissed Nick strongly trying to posture himself toward the taller man.

“Don’t tempt me, prick!” Vlad spat back vehemently and just a little too loudly as his words echoed into the theatre. He turned away from Nick in attempt to control his anger and marched toward the stage with his black cape swirling.

Kate, Becca, and the other Vampire Bride, Tommy, stood onstage stunned by the overheard exchange. Professor Taylor’s interpretation of the play had sent some shockwaves through the theatre department especially with his casting of a male consort to Dracula instead of the traditional three vampire women.

“Sounds like Dracula is about to make Quincey his bitch,” commented Tommy flamboyantly. Professor Taylor standing nearby could not but help himself as he tried to stifle a laugh.

“I just thought it, Tommy, but you said it out loud,” commented the normally reserved professor who was feeling the pressing anxiety of a show in its final rehearsals and a cast member who was definitely not a team player.

Vlad strode onto the stage having regained his composure and approached Professor Taylor.

“I apologize very much for my unprofessional behavior, Professor Taylor,” Vlad calmly spoke with a very genuine tone. “And for wasting your time and the time of my fellow actors. I will not let it happen again.”

“Use some of that intensity on stage, Mr. Simatovic, and you will be amazing,” commented Professor Taylor as he leaned toward the genuinely apologetic thespian. “Now, let’s get those action photos and then get out of those costumes, which by the way, make you look marvelous. And then get some rest. It is going to be a long week.”

Kate leaned toward Becca and whispered, “I think he likes you.”

“Professor Taylor,” remarked Becca who was attempting to follow the instructions of the crusty theatre director for their poses.

“Vlad,” corrected Kate nodding toward the quiet, imposing figure waiting patiently for his turn in the photos.

“Oh, honey, he has got it bad for you,” added Tommy with a giggle.

Kate just smiled. This was her first real stage experience and her friend Kate had been responsible for her auditioning as she convinced Becca that this would be fun. And it had be more fun that she thought was imaginable. She did not regret her impulsive decision to try something new and very much outside of her comfort zone. The cast was great, well except for Nick, and for the most part it felt like a big, at times dysfunctional, but loving family. At the end of the week the production would run its performances and then it would all be over. Getting to know Vlad was the highlight of the experience for Becca as they fell into this comfortable friendship. She would miss the hours that they had spent running his lines and just sipping tea late into the evenings. Becca loved hearing his stories about how his mom and dad had escaped the chaos of the disintegration of Bosnia and had been refugees resettled in a strange land to build a new life. Vlad turned to look in her direction as Becca caught herself staring at him thoughtfully. He smiled warmly with a wink and a nod.

“Ms. Thompson, more deathly pallor and less blushing please,” teased Professor Taylor.

“Sorry,” chirped Becca trying to regain her Vampire Bride demeanor. Her thoughts drifted to the irony of the situation. Here was a handsome, lovable young man portraying a monster while in contrast was the offensive Nick attempting to act as this self-sacrificing hero. Sometimes the real monsters in the world were very difficult to determine and sometimes true heroes could emerge unexpectedly.

Parking lot of the supercenter near the university.

Joe sat in his locked pick-up truck and kept scanning across the half empty parking lot for the hopefully imminent arrival of Andrew. His groceries were starting to thaw and particularly his ice cream. But that was not the major source of his anxiety. The encounter with the stranger in the store had left him uneasy.

The man seemed to have been watching Joe as he shopped for his weekly supplies. Every time Joe turned down an aisle of the store, the man seemed to be lurking. The man was tall, slender, and blonde and about average looks and appeared to be in his late thirties or maybe in his twenties. The man was mature but of an indeterminate age, much like Jeremiah had been. But while Jeremiah had been friendly and really kind of fun, this fellow seemed to be intent on feeding Joe’s uneasiness with his stalking behavior until the man was suddenly at Joe’s side as he was retrieving a couple of frozen pizzas from the freezer section. That was another item that thawing as he waited for Andrew’s arrival.

The man had smiled at Joe coldly and then broke immediately in a set of questions. Did he go to college here? What was his major? Did he have a favorite professor? And then the question that seemed to be object of this stranger’s interrogation: Did Joe know a Professor Browning? Joe had answered honestly that he did not know of a Professor Browning at the university at least not in his major’s department. Having uncomfortably invaded Joe’s personal space, the man seemed to pause at Joe’s reply and stare intensely at Joe for what felt like an eternity. The man then flashed that cold smile and thanked him for his time. The stranger then turned away and was gone. Something about the entire experience had left Joe with a feeling that something very wrong had transpired between him and the creepy stranger.

The honk of a car horn broke Joe’s reverie of the disturbing event and he looked up to see a car approach his truck. The car parked so as to access his engine. This had to be Andrew.

Sure enough, Andrew jumped out of his little Nissan sedan with a pair of jumper cables in hand. Joe was relieved to see his new friend and jumped out of his broken down truck with relieved glee.

“Hey, buddy,” Joe called out to Andrew and then went right to work to open the hood of the battered truck. “ I am so sorry to contact you but I thought you might be out and about and I couldn’t get hold of my buddies and anyway they would have had a field day with me about my truck breaking down again.”

“No worries, man,” Andrew remarked as he set to hooking the cables from his car to the lifeless truck. “I wasn’t doing anything very important.” Of course, Andrew thought to himself as to how it would have been rather pleasurable evening with Victor and DJ but this was important too. There was something about Joe that made Andrew feel connected. It might have been just the excited flush of finally making a friend on campus or quite possibly something truly connecting with this easy-going, gentle giant of a young man. After a few minutes and a couple of false starts, Joe’s old pickup sputtered to life and the mission was accomplished.

Joe embraced Andrew in a bone-crushing hug in gratitude but also Andrew sensed there was a deeper feeling of relief within Joe by his presence.

“All good?” inquired Andrew of his new friend who nervously glancing about the half-empty parking lot.

“Yeah, man,” replied Joe. “Just really glad you came out to help me. Oh wait, I got something for you.” Joe dug in his groceries piled in the floorboard of the truck and retrieved a carton of four glass bottles of the soft drink Sun-Dew-One. “This is to replace the one I drank the other night.”

Andrew laughed. “Man, that was fine, but thank you.” As Andrew took the four-pack from Joe he glanced into the bigger boy’s eyes and noticed a slight tremble to his friend’s hand. “You’re sure that everything is ok?”

“Well,” started Joe hesitantly as he thought that maybe he was just being foolish about the stranger who he had just encountered in the store. “I ran into this creepy fellow while I was shopping. It was like he was following me around. Then he came up to me and started quizzing me. I guess he was just trying to be friendly, but it felt odd. He asked me just simple stuff, but then wanted to know if I knew a Professor Browning—”

“Victor Browning?” asked Andrew taking a deeper interest in what his friend was sharing. Joe looked like he suddenly realized something.

“Oh. Victor,” muttered Joe slowly realizing that he did know a Professor Browning but definitely not in normal channels and for sure not something to share with anyone. “Victor. Yes, I guess I might know him.”

Andrew looked at Joe as the young man was averting his gaze from Andrew, but was able to sense a few of his friend’s anxious thoughts—“Don’t fuck this up, Joe. He doesn’t need to know about that. And if so, what would he think of me if he knew that? Don’t fuck this up.”

“Hey, I was thinking,” Joe swiftly shifted the discussion. “We have to go see that play this weekend for our theatre class and I was wondering since you are so good at understanding all of this stuff. Well, would you? I mean could I go with to see DRACULA and we can chat about it and It would really help me with this class.”

Andrew grinned at his new buddy. “That would be great. How about the show on Thursday night?” Andrew had dreaded attending the play by himself especially since his roommate Nick was in the show. It was good to have a friend finally. “I will pick up our tickets tomorrow. They say the Halloween show on Saturday is sold out so we have a better chance for opening night.”

“Fucking fantastic. Thanks for being a hero to me, buddy,” blurted Joe enthusiastically and then hugged Andrew again. “Well, I need to get going. I bet my ice cream is soup now.” Joe jumped into his truck and with a grumbling motor, the vehicle headed out of the parking lot.

Andrew returned to his car still feeling the tightness and warmth of Joe’s exuberant hug. Things were going to be ok. Then a chill tingled along the back of the neck and Andrew turned to peer into the half-lit parking lot spotting a tall figure in the shadows who seemed to have been watching. Andrew got in his vehicle without further hesitation and secured his gift of the four-pack of the Sun-Dew-One soft drinks. When he focused his attention back to where the figure was, there was only the emptiness of the parking lot. If there are heroes, then there surely are villains out there also.

Colt’s Ranch, Escambia County, Florida

Pepe was slowly regaining consciousness moaning painfully. At least that was the name which Rolf had given the young Hispanic man who was now shackled by his wrists across the metal stable gate. The Wolf and the Colt had entertained themselves repeatedly since he had been brought to the stable. Their prey now hung over the gate with his chest rubbing against the bars and his ass exposed for easy access; his body covered in a sheen of sweat which matted his hairy chest and displaying the bite marks from Rolf's vicious feedings on his neck, chest, arms, and inner things.

Still naked and sporting his arousal, Rolf staggered over to the captive slung over the gate and lifted his prey's head roughly by his thick black hair. Pepe was muttering something in Spanish that sounded like a prayer.

"Speak English," spat Rolf, "you are in America, you fucking spic trash." Rolf delivered his insult while watching the reaction of Colton who was reclining on nearby hay bales and stroking. Colton grinned malevolently as his twisted lover spouted the racist slur. Inwardly, Rolf knew this was all part of the act. This venomous ideology was useful to him in sowing the seeds for chaos which was his true goal. Mankind sought affirmation in their belief systems and one belief was as useless as another to the Wolf except to further his purposes. Rolf thought to himself that Faith in any of them was as futile as Pepe's attempts to pray to his God for deliverance from his present fate.

"Lucifer!" Rolf whistled and called out to his horse that stood patiently nearby snorting excitedly. "He's all yours, buddy."

Colton watched intently as the black stallion sized up the offering of the frightened captive as he was trotting over to the man's exposed backside. Rolf still roughly held Pepe's head up so he could watch the man's reaction.

"No. No caballo," whimpered Pepe as his eyes widened in the realization of what was about to transpire. "No Mas. No Mas." The whimpering suddenly turned into a scream of intense pain as the stallion mounted the man's ass in a brutal thrust. The Wolf especially enjoyed the look on the faces of those who had the misfortune of being bred by Lucifer. Nearby, Colton whooped excitedly as he watched the brutal spectacle and jumped to his feet to join, approaching his lover's ass from behind for a closer view and to fuck Rolf's inviting ass as the big stallion wrecked the insides of the howling Pepe.

Rolf's ass accepted Colton's hardened prick with a snarling growl as his fangs extended in heat of wanton scene as which he had orchestrated. He lowered his mouth to Pepe neck and bit viciously and Rolf's mouth received the man's life as he was being pummeled by Lucifer. Fear and pain made an intoxicating mix in the man's blood as Rolf drank deeply.

The stable atmosphere was a combination of the scents of sweat, blood, semen, and horseflesh accented by the cries of their prey and the satisfied groans of the two attackers punctuated by loud whinny of the excited stallion.

Jason's bedroom. Mobile, Alabama

Jason roared in terror as he scrambled out the tangled sheets on his bed responding to the horribly twisted imaged of his nightmare. The startled man attempted to get his bearings and to calm his pounding heart and trembling limbs.

Reality settled around him as he tapped into his crisis training to bring calm back to his mind that has been disturbed by the violently brutal images of a young man tortured to death at the hands of a fanged beast and something else. A horse. Oh my God, thought Jason repulsed by the fragmented visuals of his nightmare. This was as vivid as the nightmare that had awakened him on the night that Rick had died. That nightmare had swirled with images of fangs, evil intent, and animal-like sex and of his handsome lover being ripped open by a faceless vampire. These vivid visions had invaded Jason’s sleep since puberty. Sometimes the dreams were of pleasant occurrences while other times they announced some catastrophe. The visions and Jason’s uncanny sense of empathy had made him a good cop and was what had made him realize that his younger colleague had harbored a deep attraction to him even before Rick was ready to admit it. Jason settled his gaze upon the framed photograph of he and Rick smiling happily on the bridge across Mirror Lake. Tears welled in the big man's steel grey eyes. Better days.

In his nightmare, Jason had watched Rick brutally murdered by a vampire, a creature that was the stuff of nightmarish fantasy. But Vampires were real as had been confirmed by Jason’s encounter with Jeremiah Greene during his rounds last night at Bellingrath Gardens. But all Vampires were not murderers as Jason realized as Jeremiah and he had talked through the night. Adjacent to the photo on the nightstand was the business card that Jeremiah had given him when they finally parted company.

"If you remember anything that might help us find Rick’s killer or even if you just want to talk then give me a call," Jeremiah had offered as he passed the card to Jason.

Jason picked up his nearby cellphone checking the time. It was nearly noon and he hoped that he wouldn't be disturbing Jeremiah. He dialed the number.

Jeremiah answered.

"This is Jason," he stated calmly. "I have had another nightmare like the one about Rick. I need to talk."

"Of course," assured Jeremiah's voice from the phone. "How about meeting for lunch?"

"Yes, that would be good," agreed Jason.

Plum Bluff, Mississippi

Rolf sat pensively in his hiding place as he watched the flames devour the little wooden frame African American church. He sipped his celebratory beer as he observed the results of their evening’s handiwork. The Wolf was in deep thought about his next moves in support of the mission of Colton’s little organization which was on the verge of mobilizing toward their mission to restore “America for Americans”. He grinned as he thought with amusement of how these men had deluded themselves into believing that they could establish a new national order entrenched in their racist and misogynist philosophies. The goal here was not order, but chaos and turmoil in which Rolf and his true allies could indulge themselves with abandon.

His cell phone impatiently buzzed alerting Rolf of an incoming text. The vampire lifted the phone and was greeted with a simple message: Located V. Details soon.