Tasting Andrew

Victor’s House

“I am so pleased to hear you laughing,” remarked Jeremiah hugging me tightly as we enjoyed the sudden quiet after the Joe’s whirlwind exit. “Several of us have been worried about you locking away yourself into academic seclusion.” I chuckled as the realization of what Jeremiah was saying was half-truth.

“I find ways to amuse myself,” I corrected him. “I enjoy teaching. I enjoy my students. And occasionally I find opportunities to enjoy myself.”

“I am sure that you do,” agreed Jeremiah. “You were quite impressive in there with that boy.”

“Like riding a bike,” I quipped back at Jeremiah’s observation. “But I am comfortable with being a homebody. I have been here for nearly 10 years and have made a life for myself, a quiet life for myself. I have the respect of my colleagues. I have a few necessary friends. And a few playmates. Life is good. Life is peaceful.”

Jeremiah smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

“Well, I will let you get back to your peaceful life,” he rose stretching in a big yawn. “We stayed up all night and I am sure that you have classes that you need to get to.”

“Actually, I am taking the morning off,” I replied as I watched Jeremiah sliding his shirt over his muscled torso. “I have a very capable graduate assistant that is handling things for me this morning.”

Jeremiah grinned mischievously. “A capable graduate assistant handling your “things” for you? What is he like?”

I chuckled again at Jeremiah’s suggestion and corrected him. “She is an extremely intelligent and hard-working, young lady named Becca. I hope to have her recommended to possibly take my post here when I move on.” I thought to myself of the inevitability of having to leave this very pleasant situation and seek another position in another city. I realized that I had lingered here way too long and my nature would soon raise questions that I did not need to answer. Such was the curse of my existence of never aging normally beyond reaching maturity.

Jeremiah must have sensed my inner discussion as a weariness seemed to fall over my spirit and looked down at me as I remained seated on the sofa. Jeremiah decided to change the subject. “Are you coming to celebrate the holidays at Martin’s this year?”

I shook my head. I had received Martin’s invitation to spend Christmas and New Years’ at his estate in Ireland but had set it aside. I loved Martin as a brother, as a hot-blooded, wildly sexual brother, but this somber mood of mine just seemed to dampen any desire to get out of my comfortable existence. “I promised to help Becca with her thesis over the Christmas break, and to tell you the truth, it just slipped my mind.”

“He misses you,” added Jeremiah. “We all do.” Jeremiah started to head toward the door as he accepted that he was failing at lifting my spirits. “If you won’t be able to come to Martin’s then I insist that you need to come down to my place on the coast for spring break. That should be far enough in advance to accommodate your schedule.” I followed my friend to the door to see him off and I attempted to apologize for my lack of enthusiasm.

“You can even bring your star grad assistant Betty along,” added Jeremiah. “There is plenty of historical sites to keep her occupied while you and I terrorize the young men in Mobile.”

“Her name is Becca,” I corrected Jeremiah playfully as I opened the front door. Roaming the streets of that old southern city did sound exciting. “I will take you up on the invitation for spring break.”

“I will hold you to that,” Jeremiah warned as the chilling air of late September in the Appalachian foothills suddenly made itself known through my open door. “I am thinking about heading down now there myself and enjoy the fall in the gulf sunshine and breezes.”

“Remember to taste all that is good in life, my friend,” Jeremiah admonished as a traditional farewell among our kind. “Drink deep.”

Jeremiah turned to look at me seriously and warned, “Victor, if you see or hear anything out of the ordinary that might be linked to this nastiness that we discussed, then I want to promise me that you will text me, call me, or fucking send up flare to let me know. Promise?”

The look of concern on his handsome face was irresistible as I leaned in and kissed him deeply and replied. “I promise.”

Jeremiah’s expression suddenly shifted from concern to confusion.

“So, if the grad assistant is Becca, then what about that boy?” he asked. I was suddenly shaken. Had Jeremiah crossed paths with Andrew and somehow sensed me in Andrew’s mind.

“Andrew?” I questioned. “You have seen Andrew?”

“He was getting on the bus as Joe and I were arriving,” Jeremiah explained as then he gently grasped my dick in my boxers which was reacting to the thought of this young man. “Seems like he has left an impression on you, too.” Jeremiah winked. “Go get him, Tiger.” He laughed and made his way down the steps toward the street and on his way to some other adventure.

I stood in my front door with a semi-hard cock and a pulse that was rapidly betraying my interest in Andrew. I grinned and then muttered out loud. “Yes. What about that boy?” It had been nearly a week since our encounter in the library and I had tried to get him out of my head. I had figured that he had moved on and was enjoying all the experiences that he could amass during his first weeks of college life. Experiences that did not include a stuffy old, history professor, even if he was a vampire.

Even as I tried to dismiss these thoughts of Andrew, my semi-erect cock was demanding attention. I closed my front door and retrieved my cell phone and typed at simple text:

“@ MY HOUSE. I HAVE NEED OF YOU. V”

DJ looked down at the demanding text message on his phone and grinned. It had been awhile since he had heard from Victor and this invitation sounded like just what he needed to break up the boring week. DJ felt his cock twitch in his jeans at the thought of being under Victor’s control. His desire to be controlled both in mind and body by such a powerful entity as Victor is what had brought them together finally just a few years ago.

DJ had posted on the internet a solicitation to anyone who might be willing to play out his fantasy of “being hypnotized and to surrender completely under an unyielding master”. Victor had answered the ad with the promise of fulfilling DJ’s “dark” fantasy “beyond his wildest nightmares”.

After a few emails and exchange of photos, the meeting was arranged in full “roleplay” fashion. Victor would be at a nearby hotel and DJ would arrive knocking on the door in search of his buddy, but apparently lost.

DJ remembered standing at the door of that hotel room where Victor waited on the other side. His heart pounded from excitement and a tinge of fear. He had come straight from the jobsite so he was still dressed in his workboots, jeans, and his workshirt which was opened partway exposing his tanned hairy chest. He was no kid, but a well- seasoned specimen of maturity and hard work. DJ was always in control of situations at his workplace and home, but deep inside he yearned to submit and let someone else take control of him----body and soul. The thought of being hypnotized by another guy excited him stirring him deeply. Victor had promised to deliver on this fantasy.

DJ knocked on the door of the hotel room. The door opened into the dimly lit room and there stood Victor as the image of dangerous sexuality that DJ had seen in his photo. Victor was dressed in black nylon shorts and a black t shirt that accented his black carefully groomed beard and his hairy muscled legs and his deep green eyes which drew DJ to him.

“Can I help you?” Victor asked with his eyes piercing right into DJ’s soul.

“I….I…am afraid I may have the wrong room,” stammered DJ nervously shifting his muscled frame in the doorway. “I was supposed to meet…a …a buddy and I guess I have the wrong room. Can I use your phone to call down to ..to …the desk.”

“Sure, please come in,” calmly invited Victor sliding out of DJ’s way as he shuffled into the room. He heard the door shut behind him and the click of the lock as he approached the phone on the night stand. He lifted the receiver and was about to push the button for the front desk when suddenly Victor was right next to him. Victor’s hand reached for the phone in DJ’s hand as he looked into DJ’s startled eyes.

“Your friend can wait, DJ,” softly spoke Victor peering deep into DJ’s eyes as he took the phone from DJ’s hand and placed it back on the nightstand. DJ tried to avert his gaze from Victor’s penetrating eyes. Victor’s hand gently grasped his chin and pulled DJ’s eyes back to him. “Are you lost, DJ?”

“Yes,” nervously muttered DJ as he wondered how this man knew his name. He felt Victor’s fingers on his chin and then felt his other hand lightly placed upon his pounding heart.

“You are so lost, DJ,” stated Victor softly. “You feel yourself slipping away, don’t you, DJ.”

DJ just nodded as he felt Victor’s fingers circled slowly across DJ’s chest. Victor leaned closer to this taller man and softly inhaled his scent. The fingers of Victor’s right hand holding DJ’s chin slipped down caressing the pulsing artery in his neck. DJ sighed.

“You want to be lost, don’t you, DJ?” asked Victor as his hands found the buttons of DJ’s workshirt. “You want to give in to this. You want to lose your control of the situation and submit to this master. Slipping. Slipping deeper.” With each word, Victor slowly unbuttoned the workshirt exposing DJ’s muscled chest to the coolness of the room, but all the while feeling the heat of Victor’s breath on his neck.

“yes, mmmm…master,” stammered DJ softly as he felt himself sliding under the control of this mysterious stranger. His body slowly responding to Victor’s words and touch, but a part of his mind trying to warn him of some dark danger within this man.

“Are you afraid, DJ?” questioned Victor softly into DJ’s ear as he pulled open the man’s shirt.

“Yes,….I…am..,” replied DJ cautiously. “Should I be….afraid, mmmmaster?” Victor’s tongue darted out and touched DJ’s neck.

“Fear is good, DJ,” hissed Victor in his ear. DJ shook as he felt Victor’s tongue touch his neck and his fingers circling his pecs. “It means you are relinquishing control, DJ. Giving into me. Slowly, but surely, letting down your defenses. Slowly. Slipping. Farther and farther away.” DJ felt Victor’s soft beard brush against his neck.

DJ’s mind raced. Yes! This is what he had been wanting in the dark places of his desire. He could feel his body responding to this man as he took more control as DJ found himself sinking into a trance with every word and touch.

Victor explored this fine specimen that he was slowly and completely ensnaring. As Victor slid the blue worn workshirt from DJ, his eyes took in this sight. DJ was tan and broad chested with a body that had been crafted by physical labor. Though mature, his face had an innocent boyish quality and framed perfectly by his tousled brown hair. Victor slowly ran his fingers through DJ’s hair as he continued to murmur his trance speak into the man’s mind.

“You are falling…falling…falling, DJ,” hissed Victor softly as Victor’s other hand slid down DJ’s trembling chest and then found the bulge in his jeans. “..and only I can catch you, DJ.”

DJ moaned and nodded as Victor’s fingers traced his bulge which was straining against his jeans. His heart was racing and his breathing was rapid. DJ heard the snap of his belt being unfastened as Victor’s breath played across his neck.

“You want this, don’t you, DJ,” whispered Victor as his hand snaked into DJ’s pants and his fingers played gently across the hardened cock. “Don’t you, DJ?”

DJ nodded and moaned. Victor grasped DJ’s cock tightly.

“Yesssss…master,” groaned DJ shuddering.

“You want to be taken. Taken slowly. Losing yourself, your body and soul to me,” growled Victor stroking DJ’s hard prick with one hand and teasing his erect nips with the other hand.

“Please, yessssss,” gasped DJ panting wildly. “Take..take me.” Victor gently pushed DJ backwards toward the bed and leaned down taking one of the nips into his mouth sucking hungrily. DJ cried out as his legs gave way landing upon the bed with Victor on top of him still sucking on his left nip. His hands held Victor’s head to his chest as he felt Victor bite and suck, growling like a beast. “Please…please.”

Victor suddenly rose up from across DJ and slowly stripped off his t-shirt and shorts, all the while maintaining eye contact with his new found prey who lay prone on his back. Victor slid down DJ’s jeans after sliding off his workboots that thudded loudly on the floor.

DJ stared back at Victor as his chest rose and fell heavily in lust. His cock jutted up from the curly bush that nestled his balls. Victor leaned over DJ and looked right into his eyes, then kissed him gently.

“You know what I am, don’t you, DJ?” questioned Victor as his fingers danced across the broad chest of this workman. “I am your life……your breath…..your passion…..all under my control. You are lost to me, DJ, my poor lost boy. No finding your way back. No return. No escape.” Victor growled to punctuate the last word. “I am the line between your life and darkness. Between pain.” Victor twisted DJ’s left nip making the man whine. “… and pleasure.” Victor leaned in kissing DJ hard on the lips as he massaged his chest then fingered his cock gently. DJ responded with a deep masculine moan. “Pain…and pleasure. Pain and pleasure.” With each word, Victor kissed or tugged or bit DJ until this strong man was whimpering and Victor had slid between DJ’s legs and pulled them apart, lifting them gently to expose DJ’s tight asshole.

“So much pleasure to be lost in, DJ,” snarled Victor then he lapped hungrily at DJ’s hole.

“Oh, fuck!” cried out DJ as he felt Victor’s tongue ease into his virgin hole. His hands gripped the sheets tightly as he lay on his back panting.

Growling, Victor fed on DJ’s hot hole then licked his balls and cock sensuously rubbing his beard against DJ’s thighs. All the while Victor would look into DJ’s eyes to make sure that he had successfully taken this prey under his control. The strong and virile man was truly lost as Victor proceeded to push him to the next level.

Victor slithered across DJ and kissed him hard letting their tongues tangle and rolled DJ over top of him. Taking DJ’s head in both hands he pushed him down to his chest. DJ lapped at Victor’s nipples and then grasped his hard and thick cock which was already slick with pre-cum.

“Taste me, DJ,” commanded Victor. “Taste your destiny.” Victor thrust his dick at DJ’s waiting mouth which descended upon Victor’s throbbing tool. DJ moaned as he tasted Victor’s pre-cum. His eyes widened suddenly as his mind was filled with visions of other men who had met their “destiny” within Victor’s seductive embrace.

Victor hissed as he felt DJ’s eager mouth lapping on his cock as he lay on his back upon the bed. He thrusted his hips upward pushing more of his hardness into DJ’s mouth. Victor felt the man fall even more under his control as he looked into his eyes as he licked and sucked on his manhood. Victor pushed his thoughts into DJ’s mind as he replayed so many encounters over the centuries with lovers and could sense DJ’s arousal in response to those memories being now played in his mind.

Victor pulled DJ from his cock and pulled him to his mouth kissing him deeply. His fangs began to extend as he held this big workman close to him breathing in the scent of his body. Within the passionate kiss, Victor shared more of his erotic experiences this time sliding into the more brutal and debauched encounters with unwilling prey in more decadent times----condemned prisoners, enemy soldiers, and shifty ruffians. Their cries of pain mixed with the throes of final pleasure echoed in DJ’s head. His eyes widened with fear.

“I….I….,what..are you going…..to do to..me?” stammered DJ nervously as he pulled away from my cock. The erotic memories still playing loudly in his head. Victor rose to his knees to face DJ who sat in the middle of the bed and looked hungrily into DJ’s eyes.

“To take you, DJ,” Victor growled as he pulled DJ closer and his hand slid down the panting chest of this strong prey. DJ moaned as he felt Victor harshly grab his cock then leaned into him licking DJ’s chest. “as you fall deep under…deeper under my darkness, DJ.”

Victor’s hungry mouth lapped at DJ’s panting chest and found his nipples biting each one gently as Victor grasped DJ’s rigid prick. Victor growled like a hungry animal and his fangs pierced DJ’s right pec. DJ cried out losing his balance as the pain and pleasure overwhelmed him and he fell backwards to the bed with Victor’s mouth still locked on his pec. With a snarl, then Victor took DJ’s cock deep into his fanged mouth as he lay panting and moaning loudly on the bed.

Victor growled as the taste of DJ’s precum and his lifeblood mixed in his mouth. He sucked hungrily as the big man writhed on the bed. His tanned muscled body straining as Victor fed on him sucking wildly.

“Please, master…..please…ohh..ohh,” groaned DJ as he writhed on the bed with his hands gripping the sheets. “I will do anything, master. I am yours. Just..don’t ……stop.”

Victor released DJ’s hard and dripping dick from his mouth and grabbed the workman’s legs flipping DJ face down on the bed. Before DJ could react, Victor’s hungry mouth zeroed in on his DJ’s ass and the vampire’s tongue invaded his tight hole ravenously. DJ howled into the sheets as Victor feasted upon his tight hole.

Suddenly DJ felt Victor shift in the bed and felt the vampire slide his cock into the entrance to his virgin hole.

“Master, I have..have…never….been….Fucked,” cried out DJ in gasping breaths as Victor pushed his cock at DJ’s entrance then thrust deep into him. DJ cried out and trembled. Victor leaned across DJ’s sweaty back and gently bit his shoulder as he pushed completely into the man’s ass.

DJ felt Victor’s fangs pierce his right shoulder as the vampire rode him hard. He cried out, but his will was completely given over to Victor so there was no struggle in him as his mind raced as he tried to comprehend all of the pain and pleasure that was overwhelming him at the mercy of this powerful being. DJ tried to meet each thrust of Victor and he felt the fangs pierce deeper into his shoulder and Victor’s tongue lapped sensuously on his flesh.

Victor reached around under DJ and grabbed the man’s hardened prick and twisted it mercilessly as his dick drove deeper into DJ’s ass. He could feel his orgasm was close and was building to a release that would be unbelievable. Victor had known exactly what buttons to push for his most intense sexual response.

“You are mine now, DJ,” growled Victor in his ear as he continued to thrust deeper. “You are lost to me and only me. I am your master that can dissolve your will and make you into my object of pleasure. Under my control you serve me. You live to satisfy my lust….my hunger with your body and soul and your very life.” With this last hissed word, Victor plunged his fangs into DJ’s sweaty neck to feast upon the man and his cock exploded deep in DJ’s ass. Victor held tightly to DJ’s trembling body and he felt the man cum hard.

“Master, please,” DJ cried out as his cock exploded in the vampire’s hand and darkness overtook him.

I had resumed grading papers as I awaited the arrival of DJ. The doorbell rang.

“Right on time, DJ,” I hissed softly as I slid from the sofa and toward the door. I did not bother to dress. I opened the door and there stood DJ, just as virile as I had hoped since our last encounter. His t-shirt was stretched across his muscled chest and his shorts betrayed the slight bulge of his hardening cock. He had a wild look in his eyes, partly excited and partly frightened. He stepped into the entry hall and I shut the door behind him, moving in a flash to embrace him from behind. He grunted and gasped, “I have come willingly, master.”

I kissed his neck from behind as I reached around to grasp his cock. I could feel his heart pounding and his muscled legs shudder as my fangs struck his neck.

Drink deep as Jeremiah had said and I did.