Tasting Andrew

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

Andrew sat alone on the bench taking full advantage of the warm afternoon sunshine to do a little sketching of the trees which were starting to shift into their autumn splendor. This was a fairly peaceful spot and with his roommate’s obnoxious behavior, the bench provided some quiet respite from Nick and time to collect his thoughts and sometimes to catch a little nap. Nick’s amorous schedule had made the dorm room nearly unavailable for Andrew until at least after midnight for the past week and half as Nick led his nightly co-ed conquests into Nick’s bed, or a chair, and one night much to Andrew’s surprise and unhappiness, on his desk. Andrew had opened the dorm room door to discover a buxom blonde seated on Andrew’s desk while Nick was fucking her deep with his powerful muscled ass muscles displayed. Nick’s body was fine; unfortunately it was under the control of an asshole personality.

One of those naps was slowly taking hold of Andrew, when he heard a shout----Andrew!

Andrew’s eyes slammed open and he turned half-expecting to see Nick, but to his surprise and sleepy confusion, Andrew spied a larger figure ambling toward him along the sidewalk. Focusing, Andrew was searching his memory as to who was this stranger and how did he know his name. Closer into view, came the jovial looking figure with a friendly wave. Recognition flashed in Andrew’s mind. This was that upper classman that sat in the row next to him in his eight a.m. theatre appreciation class, but Andrew thought that he had run into him elsewhere recently but could not quite uncover where.

“Andrew?” questioned the fellow as he arrived at the bench where Andrew sat. His big frame casting a large shadow across Andrew and his sketchbook. “I’m Joe. I’m in the theatre appreciation class with you.” Joe extended his big paw of a hand in a friendly gesture and his boyish eager smile beamed across his relieved face framed by his wild wavy hair. Andrew shook Joe’s hand strongly trying not to be intimidated by this hulking intruder to his quiet afternoon.

“Man, I am so glad I found you,” explained Joe still towering over Andrew but not in a threatening way. “I missed this morning’s class and was wondering if I could copy your notes from the lecture. The Professor said that you had great notes and you nailed that last exam and well, here I am.”

Andrew looked carefully at Joe and was almost reaching the conclusion that this possibly dumb jock was wanting to use him for a way to get out of the remaining classes of the semester. Andrew looked into Joe’s brown eyes and slipped into this fellow’s thoughts which gushed forth like an open hydrant.

“I sure hope this dude can help me. He seems really cool and really smart. He just seems sad and lonely. Maybe we could be buddies. One can never have too many buddies, especially smart ones. Why is he staring me and not talking? Oh hell, this is Andrew, right?”

“Yes, I am Andrew.” Confirmed Andrew answering Joe’s internal question as if he had said it out loud. “and I will e-mail you the notes. I guess you want me to e-mail the rest of the notes throughout the semester?”

“No, don’t email them,” replied Joe. “I really need to hand copy them. My mom said that I am tactile learner. I always have to write things down and it will stick with me. And I just need the notes from today’s class because it is the only one I missed and I plan on not missing any more. I wouldn’t have missed today, but I..I ..overslept.” Joe looked sheepishly away.

“Tactile, huh?” remarked Andrew suddenly warming up to this big, almost cuddly fellow who had just shattered his first impression of what he had expected from this jock. His experiences with Nick had really jaded his view of upper classmen.

“Yes, if I do things with my hands, it just seems to stick to my mind better,” Joe explained. “So, when would be a good time for me to swing by and copy your notes?” Andrew quickly scribbled his dorm and room number onto the corner of the sketch of trees upon which he had been working.

“That is really good work,” commented Joe peering at the sketch. “You really captured the textures and the coloring. Really sweet.” Andrew pulled out the entire page from the sketchbook and handed it to Joe. “Cool. That way I won’t lose your address,” Joe added appreciatively.

“Tonight is not good,” added Andrew as he remembered that Nick would still be there tonight but heading out for a romp with his “boys” down in Nashville for the weekend. “What about Saturday?”

“We have a home game Saturday,” responded Joe. “I could meet you after the game. You going to the game?”

“Sorry, I am not,” Andrew explained but then sensed Joe’s disappointment. “I need to catch up on some work and some much needed sleep.” Joe nodded thoughtfully and once again looked expectantly into Andrew’s eyes and another torrent of thoughts was released.

“He looks really athletic. Maybe he’s just not into football. Got to remember, Joe, everybody is not into all the things you are into. Soccer. I bet he plays soccer.” Despite the inner dialogue that was unmasked to Andrew, the big fellow just muttered, “Ok. Cool.”

“So I will drop by after ten on Saturday night,” added Joe closing the deal and shaking Andrew’s hand again, retaining eye contact as few last thoughts leaked out to Andrew----“This boy sure does have handsome eyes. They seem to look right into your soul. Boy, I need to eat.”

“See you then, buddy,” repeated Joe as he carefully folded the sketch and slipped it into his shorts pocket, then turning to continue down the sidewalk in search of dinner.

“Ok, buddy,” added Andrew trying to mask his amusement.

“Well, I can’t play the reclusive artist forever,” sighed Andrew as he watched Joe trot down the sidewalk like a happy Labrador retriever.

The encounter also posed another issue to Andrew. His “sight”, as his grandmother had called his ability to catch glimpses of thoughts from people, was manifesting in some powerful ways lately, particularly after his encounter with that mysterious professor Victor. Hopefully his hidden ability would settle back down or at least become manageable.

“Buddies, huh?” Andrew smiled for what seemed like the first time since he had arrived. He was making a friend.

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Victor’s house.

I stirred awake to find DJ’s arm resting protectively across my chest and his face nuzzled against my shoulder. He was the perfect picture of contented, but exhausted pleasure. We had not played in awhile, but the intensity was quickly recaptured as DJ assumed the willing prey to serve me as the “master”. The experience was as much a release for him as it was for me.

“DJ,” I whispered as I nudged him gently. He drowsily stretched and opened his eyes and grinned.

“That was incredible,” DJ groaned as he stirred repositioning himself to transition back into the real world after our dark fantasy role-play.

“Yes, it was, Officer Higgins,” I replied grinning. DJ gave me a “boy, do you know how much trouble you have caused me?” look with a wicked smile.

“You have further need of me, Professor Browning?” DJ questioned as he slid into his official role and his real persona. He now sat crosslegged on the bed next to me and I adjusted to meet his position so we could chat officially.

DJ and I had been enjoying our arrangement which had evolved into a trusting friendship since we finally had met in-person in that hotel room four years ago. I was his escape from his being in constantly in control and the overwhelming pressure to serve and protect. Our role-play provided him that ability to let off the dangerously high level of steam that had built up in his psyche. DJ had come to me completely hiding his true profession of being one of the most trusted and diligent of the city’s police officers, but the cracks were showing as his temper flared with his co-workers and his family. Disaster was looming and our paths crossed.

It wasn’t until our fourth encounter that after a particularly physical romp, DJ broke down sobbing in my arms as his fears and stresses came flooding out. Everything that he loved and enjoyed was flying apart---his relationships at work with fellow officers, his relationship with the community at large, and most importantly to him, his relationship with his wife and his twin daughters.

We became good for each other. Our encounters were as much about healing as they were about release. Actually, I became like a brother that DJ never had and a fixture around his family and colleagues. His wife, Patience, who was so aptly named for her infinite patience with everyone including her volatile husband, cornered me alone at some holiday feast and tearfully thanked me for being such a good friend to her husband and bringing back the fun-loving man that she had originally fell in love with. Our conversation was interrupted by the giggles and gleeful screaming as DJ teased his adoring girls. I smiled at the memory and the realization that maybe I was not a soulless monster after all.

“I have a request,” I spoke intently as I look DJ squarely in the eyes, but not with the intent of seduction, but of seriousness. “I have been made aware that there is one of our kind who has been misbehaving very, very badly.” DJ listened now with dutiful attention which made him so good at his job. DJ knew what I was and I had shared freely with him some of my background as he had shared with me his dark secrets. DJ had also called upon my “powers” to help out in a case or two that was difficult to crack so professionally I could call in a favor. When I mentioned with emphasis of “our kind”, DJ understood the nature of what I was sharing with him and the seriousness of the term “misbehaving”.

“These are reliable sources, Victor?” questioned DJ as the gravity of my announcement struck him. I nodded. “Was this from Jeremiah?” I nodded again.

“Jeremiah came here last night,” I explained knowing DJ’s understanding of the bond between me and my trusted mentor. “The attacks have been down on the Gulf Coast and the deep south. The closest may have been five hundred miles from here, but there have been several and they have been brutal. Men and women.”

“This isn’t about sex or hunger?” comment DJ with the realization.

“This is about power,” I added. “Something is happening. It may be some vampire has gone rogue without any training or guidance.” I remembered how close that I had come to tumbling down into that abyss before Jeremiah had found me. “If you hear anything that might shed some light on this, DJ, please let me know. I can get the council involved and have this handled quietly.”

“Jeremiah believes it may be something else besides a vampire losing control,” I added. “Some old enemy or enemies emerging from hiding.”

“Good lord,” hissed DJ. “What the hell is happening? Neo-nazis, Klansmen, and now bloodsucking monsters are crawling out from underneath the rocks these days.” DJ stopped as he realized the pained look on my face and he attempted to apologize. “Present company excluded, of course.”

“I will appropriately punish you for that remark later,” I warned with a playful grin on my face to assure DJ that all was forgiven.

“You Promise?” DJ asked eagerly trying to lighten the mood.

“You need to probably be getting back home and spend the rest of your day off with Patience and the girls,” I chastised DJ.

“Actually, Patience is picking up the girls after school and taking them to the pumpkin patch and then to buy their Halloween costumes,” explained DJ eagerly. “I just have to be home in time for dinner. I am yours until then.”

I looked at DJ as he stretched his arms over his head and flexed his lightly furred chest. Then cast his eyes downward to assume the role of servant.

“If that pleases you, master?” he softly spoke as I moved closer to him. My fingers traced along his chest and up to his neck, then lifted his eyes to look into mine.

“Yes, the master is pleased,” I spoke in seductive whisper inching closer to his face. “My poor lost boy.”

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Andrew’s Dorm Room.

“I need you.” The voice hissed in Andrew’s head as hands and lips played teasingly across his body. With his eyes shut, Andrew could feel Victor’s tongue flicking across his nipples and tracing his veins across his chest up to his neck then back down to his crotch. Andrew suddenly felt Victor’s fanged mouth engulf his cock making him moan loudly and his body writhed under the attentions of the predator. Panting, Andrew felt Victor’s tongue on his balls, his throbbing cock and then stabbing deep into his tight hole. Victor growled as he rimmed Andrew deeply, the vibrations from the beastly growling heightened the sensation. There was the prick of something sharp against Andrew’s inner thigh as Victor replace his hungry mouth with two fingers opening Andrew’s anus and teasing his prostate. Unexpectedly, Andrew felt Victor’s mouth, his wickedly talented tongue, and those sharp fangs all over his body as Victor opened his ass.

Victor eagerly flicked his tongue and teeth across Andrew’s panting chest teasing his hard nipples and nibbling and biting. Each bite demanding more from him.

“Take me,” Andrew gasped as he felt Victor’s body cover him and the pressure of the vampire’s cock at the entrance to his virgin hole. He heard Victor growl and then felt the thrust of Victor’s dick deep into him. This was not correct. This did not seem right. Victor felt angry and violent, not like the Victor who seemed seductive but with a gentleness, a feeling of tenderness. Victor’s dick was thrusting deep now as Andrew found himself pinned to his bed and the sting of fangs in his left side made him whimper.

This was not how he had imagined it would be with Victor. Why was this so wrong? He heard the beast-like snarl and growls of predator gorging upon its prey. Andrew found his arms pinned down to his sides as Victor raped him viciously.

“Please no, Victor,” Andrew pleaded as his attacker grew wilder with his thrusts. “Please, no. This hurts. You are hurting me. Stop.” Andrew’s eyes were wide open in fear and pain and he looked up into the face of Victor hovering over him.

It was not Victor’s face that snarled down at him. The eyes were bright blue and filled with malice. Just as Andrew recognized that this was not Victor but some stranger, the attacker buried his face into Andrew’s neck viciously and tore into his artery. Andrew screamed in pain and terror.

Screaming, Andrew threw his arms out to push away his attacker. He felt his fist make contact with flesh and heard a painful grunt and a thud of something hitting the floor. Reality came flooding into Andrew’s mind. Taking stock of where he really was. He was in his room, in his bed. He had dozed off while he was reading as Joe was----

“Oh shit!” exclaimed Andrew as he saw Joe sitting on the floor holding his stomach trying to catch his breath. Andrew scrambled to the floor to aid his unintended target.

“Boy, you pack quite a punch” remarked Joe as he finally was gaining his senses. “Are you ok, buddy?”

Andrew nodded as he was trying to control his trembling body.

“I was copying your notes,” explained Joe as he tried to get Andrew calmed. “I looked up and you had done dozed off while you were reading. The next thing I know, you are tossing and turning and then screaming like somebody was killing you. This happen very often?”

“What time is it?” Andrew asked trying to get his bearings.

“After two in the morning,” replied Joe getting to his feet. “I got a later start that I wanted to and then I was copying some of your earlier notes. I hope that is ok. I lost track of time.”

Andrew struggled to his feet from the floor and looked nervously around the room, attempting to reassure himself that this was just a nightmare, probably from the lack of sleep. Joe stood sheepishly unable to figure out how to make the situation better then suddenly embraced Andrew in a protective hug.

“Glad that you are ok, buddy,” Joe stated very sincerely and then quickly released Andrew slightly embarrassed by his impulsive gesture. “I had a buddy in high school and he would get these seizures in his sleep. It was bad when they happened. You ever have anything like that?”

Andrew smiled in response to Joe’s concern for his well-being and shook his head.

“This wasn’t a seizure,” assured Andrew. “Just a really powerful, bad dream.” Joe sat down on Nick’s bed across the room and softly commented. “That is good. I mean that it was not a seizure. It is not good that is was a bad dream.”

Andrew sensed something in Joe’s demeanor when he mentioned his high school friend and his manner of intense concern for Andrew’s well-being.

“What happened to your buddy, Joe?” Andrew cautiously.

“He couldn’t handle it,” Joe answered softly. “He killed himself during our senior year.”

“I am so sorry, Joe, but I am fine,” Andrew reassured Joe as he felt the wave of sorrow sweep out from this gentle giant.

“It is late,” explained Joe as the exchange seemed to sap the rest of his energy from him. “Would it be ok if I just crashed here?”

Andrew hesitated at first, but the thought of being alone in the dorm room for the rest of the night was unsettling. And Joe seemed about to drop off to sleep as he sat on the edge of Nick’s bed.

“That would be cool, Joe,” Andrew firmly replied as he slipped back into his bed and under his blanket. The room felt different and somehow safer. “Goodnight, Joe.”

“Goodnight, buddy,” yawned Joe as his big body stretched on top of Nick’s bed.

“Hey, Joe, thanks for being my friend,” Andrew added.

“Sure thing, buddy,” replied Joe and then silence followed by a gentle snore as Joe slipped into sleep. Andrew soon followed and slept a deeper, more tranquil sleep than he had experienced since arriving on campus.