Tasting Andrew

Victor’s Home

I embraced Andrew tightly as his body shuddered.  My fangs were not aching as I held this young man who I had come to consider a very dear friend, but instead my heart ached.  Andrew’s body shook as he clung to me as if I was a life preserver amidst a turbulent sea.  The reality of what I just shared with him about the horrible demise of his roommate was overwhelming and his response was not so much as grief as from fear.  Although he perceived me as a refuge, I understood fully that my actions of entangling myself in his life had thrust him into this situation.  Although through some kind of twist of fate, the attack had been aimed at sending a threatening message to me, the attacker had used the wrong victim to relay his or possibly her missive—" And all that you cherish will be torn from your embrace as I embrace you in my darkness.”

My friend, Yagna, watched with concern and with curiosity as to why I had somehow bonded to this young man.  My kitchen had taken on a very quiet and somber mood.  Andrew’s cellphone angrily buzzed breaking the silence.  Andrew disengaged himself from me and snatched up his phone to read the incoming texts-----“Where r U?”  “R U safe, buddy?”  “PLEASE ANSWER, BUD.”

“It is Joe,” explained Andrew as he read the texts. Then my cell phone pinged.  As Andrew was texting a return message to Joe, I picked up my phone to read the incoming text---which was from Becca.  “R u home? Is Andrew with u?”  I typed a reply to Becca’s inquiry.  “Yes.  Why?” I sent a short message.  Obviously, the news of the horrific find at the riverfront was circulating among the campus.  In a small town, such an event would be hard to keep from being known.  My phone pinged with Becca’s reply.  “Coming over.  Need 2 talk.”

In the meantime, Andrew was hastily texting to his concerned friend. After just a few exchanges on his phone, Andrew looked up at me with surprised concern on his face.

“Joe is on his way here with Becca,” Andrew announced with cautious hesitation.  “It seems that everyone on campus has heard about Nick.  Becca and Joe thought it was me.”I looked at Yagna with great concern as I thought about what events had led me and this little group to this path.  

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Along a highway heading back toward Pensacola, Rolf grinned as he thought back to what events had led him to this path.  He was concentrating on the roadway but he continued to glance over at the boy named Charlie who was his payment for brutally delivering the warning to the vampire Victor Browning.  The ritualistic rape and murder of Victor's young human companion was a pleasurable enough task and this sleeping young man beside him was a long awaited outcome.  Rolf recounted the evening when he first encountered Charlie.  

Most would not find Charlie unremarkable, but the boy's appearance and demeanor plucked deep into Rolf's dark twisted soul.  Charlie was of slim but muscular build; not to be considered a twink but also not across the threshold into pumped gym stud. His body was satisfactory, but it was Charlie's face and his gentle brown eyes that has haunted Rolf since the evening he had discovered the boy among the participants at a midsummer debauchery in an abandoned warehouse in New Orleans. Those eyes were the focus of his gentle face framed with a slight beard and a shaggy mane of long brown hair

 which sealed Rolf's obsession. The boy appeared to be the image who had filled Rolf"s fantasies from his painful adolescence many decades before this time and place. This boy was the remarkable manifestation of the young figure of Christ who had been the unforgivable object of Rolf's early homoerotic desires. Those sane desires that would unfortunately deliver Rolf into the hands of a sadistic priest and finally one fateful night introduce him into his life as a vampire within the embrace of another equally twisted soul. Rolf both blamed and honored his obsession with his fantasy of Christ as his lover now twisted over the years into a desire to corrupt that saintly being into a heinous tool for sadistic pleasure.  At this moment, sleeping the deep sleep of the angels, was this boy who was manifest in the flesh of Rolf's desire.  

Rolf's memory replayed his first glimpse of Charlie. Having a taste for Indulging his sadistic lust and hunger, he had accepted an invitation to the exclusive secret gathering of vampires, demons, and other dark creatures. Rolf had arrived fashionably late to the appointed site of the event which had promised "unfettered activity for all to enjoy".  These gatherings had always been not lacking in the delivery of predator and prey alike and adequately satisfied the tastes of those who chose to operate beyond the recent "domestication" of the vampires.  These events were a fantastic buffet of sex, sadistic pain, and death. Rolf always felt his darkest appetites fed at the end of the evening.

Rolf had been created at the entrance by a large black  bodybuilder as security and a young blond muscle cub who obviously was the official greeter who accepted Rolf's digital invite and led him into the depths of the warehouse from which emanated the rather mandatory vibrations of Soundtrack of house music.  The cub was very sexy and as he followed him toward the sounds of the gathering, Rolf imagined what that lad's muscled furry ass would feel like impaled upon his stirring cock and the taste of the fellow as he pierced his strong neck. The guide could feel the intense gaze of Rolf and turned to smile. Rolf decided that although tempting to drag this young fellow into the shadows of this warehouse, it would be in bad form.  The festivities ahead would be sure to offer for which he was lusting.  The blond cub led Rolf into the large room which was the source of the music and crowd sounds. Rolf cast his view around the crowded, dimly lit chamber.   Rolf recognized only a few of the participants in the chamber.  Dressed in very little, male and female vampires, demons, and few other supernatural creatures  circulated among the assortment of potential prey scattered about the room.  All sorts of sadistic devices were arranged around the room of which some were already in use.  Two male vampires were taking turns ravishing a big breasted woman with raven hair captured in a sling.  Two young men writhing in exquisite pleasure and pain hung from the walls as their cocks were being greedily sucked by a female succubus.  A howl was heard from a dark corner as furry muscular figure was fucking a big black man who was slamming deep into slender asian woman. 

All of this activity was purely background noise to Rolf's heightened senses as his focus went to the tall hairy bear of a man who was lounging in a large throne-like chair.  Rolf had heard about this fellow's reputation for throwing grand affairs at which the darkest appetites could be satisfied.   Ali is his name and had the unusual aspect of being a succubus vampire, a creature who feeds on prey not only from his fanged mouth but his equally voracious ass..  Ali was watching with interest, a female succubus pawing her way around a tall, young jock who appeared to have been lifted right from the floor of a local varsity basketball game. Oozing an overly confident attitude, his body was perfectly displayed in the nylon shorts and tank top down to his stylish, expensive basketball sneakers. The female was working the boy into a frenzy with her mouth and hands as Ali watched licking his lips.  Rolf turned his gaze to the young man seated on the floor next to the enthroned Ali. Rolf shuddered as his stare locked upon the lad who would later be identified as Charlie. Rolf watched as Charlie sat attentively next to his master.  A collar was around his neck and the chain was held tightly by Ali.  His eyes watched with knowing fear as his master prepared himself to move into the sensuous dance being conducted by the succubus and the cocky jock.  Ali stood pulling down his loose trousers.   His erection had sprouted full from his wiry bush.  

"Charlie, why don't you demonstrate your latest skill to Cindy and her guest?" growled Ali looking down at the boy as if he was an obedient spaniel. Charlie leaned forward and stroked his master's cock then set about to lick and suck on his balls and engorged tool.  The basketball jock looked on in amazement as Charlie hungrily went down on the groaning Ali.  Rolf snickered at the mention of the succubus's name of Cindy.  What a ridiculously innocent name for such a dangerous creature.  Cindy giggled as she continued to fondle the unsuspecting jock.  Ali was huffing as Charlie expertly tongued his dripping dick."What's your name, buddy?" huffed Ali in between pleasured grunts eyeing Cindy's latest boy toy.    "Jack," answered the self sure jock.  " I am Jack."  The boy extended his hand like he was meeting a new coach or teammate.  Ali grinned as he took the boy's extended hand 'in a firm grip and looked him in the eye.  Ali then moved his hand along Jack's arm pulling him a little closer.  Cindy was twirling her long tongue around Jack's right nipple which she freed from his tank top. HIs breath was heavy.  Ali pulled his cock roughly from Charlie's mouth and then pulled Jack's hand down to his furry ass and then rubbing the jock's fingers along the ass crack.  Ali's eager ass pulled Jack's middle finger into its tightness.  The jock's face betrayed his thoughts about how hot and tight that hole was on his finger and what it might feel like on his cock.  Ali's eyes met Cindy's eyes and the succubus lessened her attention as she realized that this prey was destined for a higher predator than she. Ali leaned into the jock and whispered hoarsely in his ear--"So tell me, Jack, they say white boys can't jump," chuckled Ali. "But they can they fuck?"  With those words, Ali fully impaled himself upon Jack's finger. Cindy had her hand into Jack's basketball shorts working his rock solid dick yearning for release.  Charlie now was stroking the jock's sneakers in admiration and massaging the muscled calves of Jack as he shook in lust.  Ali positioned himself on all fours, his ass exposed for the wildly aroused jock who eagerly jerked down his basketball shorts and shucked his tank top.  Ali grinned as he realized he had the boy exactly where he wanted the foolish, horny boy to be.  Charlie still stroked Jack's sneakers as Jack positioned himself behind the tight ass that was so enticing. Cindy kissed him and stroked Jack's cock guiding it into Ali's anxiously hungry ass.  Jack groaned as he felt his thrust being pulled deep into the furry ass of the big man offering himself in such a submissive manner.  Jack started pumping into the older man's ass and Ali met each thrust.  Rolf watched with amused interest as this boy had foolishly fallen into the trap which was Ali's predatory ass.  The young jock was so excited that he could not hold back from feeding Ali his load.  With a triumphant howl, Jack let loose in Ali's ass.  Ali continued to urge the boy to fuck him even after exploding deep. To Jack's surprise his cock was still hard and demanding another release into Ali's amazing ass.  Cindy giggled. The entire chamber seemed to cease its activity as all attention turned to Jack furiously fucking their host, Ali.   Within a dozen furious strokes later, Jack gave a deep groan as his eyes rolled back in his head and his dick released its second load.  Ali's ass had secured the boy's cock deep inside and at the moment the pleasure provided to Jack was too great for the confident jock to sense the truth of his situation.  Jack was panting as his ass thrust more into Ali in search of a third load.  The boy's muscled body was starting to glisten with sweat. "Oh, fucking shit!" howled Jack as a third orgasm was pulled from him.  He realized that his cock was trapped in this man's ass.  Before Jack could shout in alarm, Ali's ass ripped a fourth load from his straining dick and balls. His legs shaking from the intensity.   "Here. Jack, let me help u," hissed Ali as he shifted positions so that Ali was on top of the jock riding him like a stallion bucking not to be broken. Charlie had slid back to his previous position sitting next the throne waiting expectantly on his master's next command.  Ali bounced up and down on the struggling jock under him who was grunting as a fifth load was being worked out of him. There seemed to be flurry of activity within the chamber as the participants aroused by the scene being played out in their midst.  Bets were quietly being placed as to how many total loads could be pulled from the unfortunate jock.  Seven?   Eight?  Ten?  Jack screamed as his body jerked under Ali as the fifth orgasm hit him.  Charlie reached over and stroked Jack's sneakers and calf muscles sensually prepping him to produce a sixth load to feed Ali's hungry ass.  Clamping hard on Jack's throbbing dick, Ali roared openly exposing his fanged mouth.  Jack raised his arms to try to push Ali off him but his arms floundered and Ali grabbed Jack's left wrist and brought it to his fanged mouth, licking and the wickedly sinking his fangs into Jack's wrist.  Jack whimpered then screamed in pain as Ali ripped the sixth load from the boy.  All eyes were riveted to Ali and Jack. Seven! came a snarling call from those who had placed their bets accordingly.   Jack was pleading.  Ali still feeding from Jack's wrist while his ass was consuming the jock.  Arrrrrrrrgh!! Jack jerked as the seventh load was pulled from him.  His breaths were gasping.  Ali lowered his face to Jack's anguished countenance.  "Here, this will make u cum hard."  Rolf's fangs ached as he watched Ali grabbed Jack by the head exposing his neck.  With low growl Ali sunk his fangs into Jack's neck.  The shock of the pain and pleasure of Ali's bite pushing the doomed boy into an eighth orgasm.  The room roared as a frenzy was building within the chamber.  The smell of sex and blood pushing into wild chaos.  Jack surprisingly lay panting under Ali who drunk deep from his neck. His head lolling from side to side muttering...please..stop.  Charlie was still stroking the jock's fancy sneakers  Ali still riding Jack nodded to Charlie who took a length of the chain that acted as his leash and positioned himself behind the weakly struggling Jack.  "Now for the best yet, boy.  The grand finale!".  Charlie wrapped the chain around Jack's neck slowly strangling him as Ali with a beastly roar drained the ninth and final orgasm from the jock.  The look on the Christ like countenance of Charlie awakened a dark desire in Rolf.  He must have that boy. As Jack's body jerked simultaneously in his final orgasm his life leaving his body, The room exploded into a fury of sadistic sexual energy as the guests descended upon the assorted prey.  Rolf lost sight of Charlie and Ali in the whirling mass of rape and hunger.  Rolf was not completely unaffected by the wild spell of feeding and fucking. But his desire to find the object of his desire led him away from the melee.  Unsuccessful in locating Charlie and stumbling in a sexually charged stupor, Rolf collided in a dark hallway with the blond cub who had been his escort earlier that evening. "Sir, help me." Stammered the frightened cub.  His scent was overwhelming and Rolf grabbed the cub by the throat and drug him into shadows.  The young man's groans and screams joined the unholy chorus within the warehouse as Rolf enjoyed this consolation prize.   As he remembered his slow taking of the blond cub that evening, he licked his lips.  Rolf then glanced over at the sleeping Charlie and down his lean frame to Charlie's feet which wore the fancy sneakers of the dead jock.