Brian learning the ropes
1 - 2
The dimly lit bedchamber was filled with the rich scent of blood and lust, as Alex entered to find Mikhail taking his first meal of the night from Jack Scherner's slender foot. Jack lay back on a plush couch, his head thrown back in ecstasy. Mikhail held the delicate arch of Jack's foot up to his lips, drinking deeply from the punctured skin before tracing a crimson trail with his tongue.
Mikhail's eyes closed in ecstasy as he hummed, feeling the warm rush of Jack's untouched blood coating his throat and filling him with a sense of power.
Jack moaned softly, one hand gripping the edge of the couch while the other stroked his thick 18-year-old cock. "Master, I'm so close," he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation.
Mikhail's intense gaze pierced through Jack's soul as he knelt down and slowly released his foot, guiding it to the ground. With graceful movements, the powerful vampire positioned himself between Jack's thighs, taking his throbbing member into his mouth. Jack moaned uncontrollably as Mikhail expertly brought him to the edge of orgasm. Unable to contain himself any longer, Jack cried out as he forcefully released his hot, thick load into Mikhail's icy mouth. The vampire hungrily devoured every drop, feeling his powers amplify with each stream of virgin seed that filled him. It was a primal exchange of pleasure and power between the two men had enjoyed for a year now, leaving them both satisfied and craving more.
"Master!" Jack cried out, his body trembling as he released his thick virgin load into Mikhail's eager mouth. The ancient vampire savored every drop, the purity of Jack's seed fueling his powers and bringing him immense satisfaction.
Mikhail pulled away, licking his lips and gazing down at Jack with a wicked smile. "I look forward to the day I take your virginity, my pet," he purred. "But for now, this is the best way you serve your master." Jack was a rare find, golden blooded virgin he discovered after Mikhail and Aaron captured his older brother Nick on an evening hunt and convinced him to be a willing slave.
"Thank you, Master," Jack breathed, flushed and sated.
Mikhail then turned his attention to Alex. "Bring Brian to my office," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. "Tell him that Aaron and I will be dining in tonight."
"Of course, Master," Alex replied, bowing his head in submission before leaving the bedchamber.
Brian awoke in his luxurious bed chamber, feeling disoriented and out of place. Alex's voice cut through the silence, commanding him to dress in a black toga that signified his role as a thrall to Mikhail. With trepidation, Brian complied.
Guided by Alex, Brian was led through the towering skyscraper that housed Mikhail's blood slaves. As they descended into the bowels of the building, Brian saw rows of glass pens built into the walls, each holding a beautiful young man in various states of being fed upon. Some were gaunt from months of feedings, while others appeared fresh and untouched. Brian felt a shiver of dread run down his spine at the sight.
"Follow me," Alex said, leading Brian to an expansive apartment where Mikhail's most prized slaves resided. The space was filled with opulence and luxury, a stark contrast to the pens below.
“this is where our master houses his willing slaves. Nothing but the best for them to ensure they stay in top form when master wants to use them
"Brian, meet Nick Scherner and his little brother Jack," Alex introduced, gesturing to the two young men who stood before them. "Jack is Mikhail's personal favorite – a virgin who starts each night with our master."
"Hello, Brian," Nick greeted warmly, while Jack offered a shy smile.
"Nice to meet you," Brian managed, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling in his chest.
"Matthew, you will be joining us for dinner” Alex informed the tall lean strapping young man before introducing him to Alex and Alan Stokes, twins and former social media stars. Alex continued, gesturing to the other slaves in the room all dressed in red togas befitting their status as willing slaves and mikhail’s personal collection.
(from left to right, Matthew, Nick and Jack)
As they moved through the lavish living quarters, Brian couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. They eventually entered the preparation room, a sterile, antiseptic space where blood slaves were prepped for their masters' consumption and personal pleasure. Two young men were herded and brought in by black armored guides, both appearing nervous and vulnerable. Brian looked on as the two were fastened to suspension bars, lifted of the ground and stripped of their clothing.
"Meet Oliver and Tyler," Alex said, pointing to the trembling pair. "Oliver is 19 years old, tall and lean with dark hair and green eyes. Tyler is 21, with sandy blonde hair and a muscular build. They've been captured for upcoming Harvest blood ball, our master will explaining more to you soon"
Brian swallowed hard, trying to push down the growing sense of unease that threatened to overwhelm him. He couldn't help but wonder what his own fate would be in this twisted world he had become a part of.
3 - 4
Brian's heart pounded as he entered Mikhail's office, the heavy door closing behind him with a foreboding thud. He was immediately struck by the sight of a massive floor-to-ceiling glass enclosure behind Mikhail’s desk that dominated the room. Inside, a a large spider spider crawled along an intricate web, its multiple eyes gleaming with hunger. In the corner, a wrapped cocoon revealed the outline of a struggling young man, causing Brian's stomach to churn.
Mikhail sauntered into the room, exuding his usual aura of dominance and control. "You've finally arrived," he purred, eyes glinting with malicious intent. "My precious pet has caught your eye, hasn't she? Such a magnificent creature, her methods of capturing and killing her prey are simply enthralling. She relishes in playing with them before slowly sapping their life away." He pressed himself against the glass with a menacing grin. "Unlike other spiders, she chooses not to paralyze her victims. No, she revels in their struggles as she slowly devours their flesh and blood over time."
Brian swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away from the monstrous creature. "That's...horrifyingly impressive," he managed, not wanting to offend his new master.
"Indeed," Mikhail replied, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "And tonight, you are in for a rare treat, my friend." As he spoke, a gaunt, scared 18-year-old boy was pushed into the enclosure from the back. The spider's attention instantly snapped to him, drawn by the scent of fresh blood. "Meet Thomas, a delightful young morsel whose Father refused our dark bargain."
Brian's eyes widened as he watched Thomas frantically scramble away from the giant, hairy spider. With a swift movement, the spider shot a thick strand of web down, ensnaring Thomas' ankle and hoisting him up off the ground like a helpless fish. Thomas screamed in terror, his body thrashing and flailing against the sticky threads, but there was no escape from the arachnid's grip.
Mikhail's breath was hot against Brian's ear as he whispered in a deep, sadistic tone, "Don't forget, this could have been your son's destiny." His eyes gleamed with a twisted pleasure as Thomas succumbed to the spider's venom, his body convulsing in ecstasy as it fed on him. Mikhail hungrily licked his lips, savoring the sight before him. "You've chosen wisely," he growled, his arousal evident as he watched the cocoon wrap around Thomas' helpless form.
Mikhail sat down in the plush leather chair behind his grandiose mahogany desk, a smirk playing on his lips. The door opened with a loud creak, and a towering figure in black armor entered, carrying a silver tray over his shoulder like a waiter. He placed a covered plate in front of Mikhail before standing at attention by the door.
Mikhail's hands trembled with anticipation as he lifted the lid off the ornately decorated platter. The rich aroma of spices and cooked meat filled the room, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. He reveled in the shock and disgust on his newest thrall's face as he revealed strips of human flesh in a red sauce, carefully arranged on a bed of herbs and vegetables. "This is the boy's father who refused the same deal you accepted," he said casually, spearing a piece with his silver fork and savoring it with closed eyes. "MMMMM," the vampire purred, relishing the taste of lean muscle from a 46-year-old Scandinavian man. "A true delicacy, divine, like veal." Mikhail chuckled at the look of horror on his thrall's face and tightened his grip on her shoulder, reminding her of her loyalty to him. This twisted feast was all orchestrated by Mikhail to manipulate and instill fear in his followers, solidifying their devotion to him.
"You see, Brian," the vampire began, his voice as smooth and velvety as his skin. "Our kind has a distinct preference for feeding on young men between the ages of 17 and 40. The vitality and vigor in their blood makes it irresistible to us. However, as humans have discovered with their own livestock, there is nothing quite like dining on the flesh and organs of older men over 40. Time has a way of enhancing the flavor and tenderness of meat, making it all the more delectable for us to consume."
His mouth watered with a wild craving as he licked his lips. He reached for a cock from the tray with ravenous intent, dropping it effortlessly into his hungry mouth. The rich flavors burst onto his tongue, satisfying his primal desires with every delicious bite.
A shiver ran down Brian's spine as he realized the true nature of this man he had been serving. "One way or another, you were born to serve me, Brian," Mikhail continued with a sinister smile. "Better this way now than on a dinner plate."
Brian clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain his composure as the vampire spider feasted on the young man behind them. He knew he needed to learn the ways of service if he was to survive in this dark world.
Mikhail's eyes glinted with excitement as he looked over Brian, taking in his muscular form and sharp features. "You've made the right choice at the right time," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. Mikhail motioned to the lavish surroundings, filled with elegant furniture and exquisite paintings. "Our kind is poised to make our presence known to humanity. Some, like yourself and your family, will hold positions of honor among us. Others..." He paused, dropping another piece of raw meat into his mouth. "Well, they will simply be cattle for us to feed on." He chuckled darkly before continuing. "In just a few days, I will host the Harvest Blood Ball where my fellow vampire lords will gather to feast and discuss our plans for revealing ourselves to the world. Some want to enslave humanity, but I prefer a more sophisticated approach."
Let's discuss your role in my coven," Mikhail began, sitting at his desk. "Obedience and submission are paramount. You will run this midtown tower along with my long island city headquarter with Nick Austead who has made the same bargain you have. You will make sure stock pens are full, manage the businesses, procure young men for us – beautiful, innocent men for our consumption and pleasure. and you will serve as source of sustenance and pleasure to me and who I deem worthy in my coven.
However, there is a pressing matter at hand. My dear friend, I require your assistance in finding two suitable "journalists" for me to interview. One of them will be offered the opportunity of a lifetime, and it's crucial that they meet my standards.
Tonight, we begin with the fundamentals – your sole purpose here is to provide Aaron and I with "entertainment" before we indulge in our meal. And trust me, I have personally selected a delectable young twink for your enjoyment. The mere thought of seeing you ravish my beloved Aaron stirred a sense of primal desire within me, and I am salivating at the thought of how you will handle this boy. We are eagerly anticipating the show you will put on for us – every moan, every scream, every drop of sweat will fuel our insatiable hunger for pleasure. So do not disappoint us.
A black guard strode into the room, announcing that "the boy is here." "Please bring him in," Mikhail said with a smirk. "I'm sure he'd love to see his father." Brian muttered a quick "no" under his breath as 12-year-old Caden, his son, rushed into the room and hugged him tightly. "Come here and let me have a good look at you," Mikhail said, gesturing for Caden to come closer. "My, my, you do breed well," he remarked as he gently touched Caden's cheek. "So tell me, what do you want to be when you grow up?" he asked charmingly. "A chef," Caden replied with a smile. "Well, we certainly have a need for one here. When you're ready, I'll make sure to reserve a spot for you." Mikhail looked over at Brian with a smug grin and added, "We'll be keeping an eye on your growth and maturity over the next five years with great interest." He then turned to Caden and told him that his dad would be home from work in a few days' time.
"Take the boy home now, it's a school night," he ordered the guard. As the guard escorted them out of the room, Mikhail commented to Brian about how endearing the father-son bond was. "It's something I never got to experience as our kind simply came into existence thousands of years ago," he said wistfully. "But I also can't help but notice how transactional you humans can be when necessary," he added with a sly grin.
As they conversed, Brian couldn't help but feel a sick mixture of dread and anticipation. This new life of darkness and depravity had only just begun, and there was no turning back.
Brian was guided to the ballroom, a dimly lit and opulent space constructed of cold stone and illuminated by flickering candles. In the center of the room stood two stone thrones with white marble altars placed in front, where the vampires would feast. Mikhail and Aaron were seated upon their respective thrones, clad in long black silk robes that revealed their unmistakable arousal. Brian's eyes widened as they fell upon Ashton Rhea, lying naked on one of the white marble altars with his delicate body exposed and vulnerable.
Mikhail's voice was low and authoritative as he spoke, "Go to him. Please both him and yourself for our entertainment."
Brian's hesitation lasted only a moment before he followed Mikhail's orders, closing the gap between them. The tension in the room was palpable as Mikhail summoned Matthew Farguson, dressed in a revealing red toga, into their midst. Brian shed his own toga and revealed his chiseled physique, immediately beginning to worship Ashton's body with every touch and caress that elicited moans of ecstasy from the young man on the altar.
Meanwhile, Matthew knelt before Mikhail and eagerly set to work on the vampire's massive, throbbing cock, drawing deep groans of satisfaction from his master.
In this twisted world of power and desire, Brian found himself caught in a web far more dangerous than any spider could weave.
5 - 6
Brian's hands explored Ashton's body with fervor, his tongue darting out to taste the young man's ass as he prepared him for what was to come. The room vibrated with pleasure and desire, the air thick with the scent of arousal. Mikhail and Aaron watched intently from their thrones, drinking in the sight before them, their eyes glazed with lust.
"Such a beautiful sight," Mikhail murmured, his voice barely audible over the moans and gasps filling the room. "Our little plaything seems to be enjoying himself."
Brian responded by sliding his cock into Ashton's tight hole, eliciting a sharp whimper from the young man. Brian groaned in ecstasy as he pushed deep into Ashton and began to thrust, the power dynamics at play became even more pronounced, the dominance and submission on full display for the vampires to revel in.
"Please... please don't stop," Ashton begged, his eyes glazed with passion as he looked back at Brian. His plea only fueled Brian's arousal further, driving him to pick up the pace of his thrusts.
Mikhail's commands were like a whip, driving Brian to thrust harder and faster. The vampires watched with rapt attention as Ashton's body writhed in pleasure, his moans echoing through the room. Aaron hungrily gazed at Ashton's stroking hand, eagerly awaiting his turn to feed on his seed. And as the intensity grew, so did Matthew's oral skills on Mikhail's cock. "Do you want my hot cum, my little bird?" Mikhail growled, his eyes glinting with lust as the eager blonde head bobbed in affirmation.
The tension in the room was palpable as Brian's moans grew louder, signaling his climax. Ashton matched his rhythm, their bodies moving in sync until they both reached their peak. Meanwhile, Mikhail couldn't contain his excitement as he watched from the corner of the room. With a roar of pleasure, his orgasm exploded into Matthew's throat, knowing that his vampire seed would continue to keep Matthew youthful and irresistible.
After savoring Mikhail’s seed the young blood slave Matthew stood and walked to the other altar beside Ashton. He dropped his robe, revealing his pale smooth vulnerable form, and lay back, offering himself to Mikhail.
Mikhail approached Matthew, his eyes locked onto the young man's exposed flesh. At the same time, Aaron descended upon Ashten, the two vampires closing in on their chosen meals. Their hands and tongues roved over the young men's bodies, worshiping them as they lay back and moaned in surrender.
Ashten's body glistened in the dim light, his skin smooth and taut under Aaron's touch. The taste of his warm seed lingered on Aaron's lips as he savored the unique flavor and scent of the boy. Every inch of Ashton's body was a sensory delight, from the musky aroma that filled the room to the velvety texture beneath Aaron's tongue. He marveled at how Ashton tasted and smelled, savoring every moment of their intimate encounter.
Mikhail's voice was a low, seductive murmur as he whispered to Matthew, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of his neck. "Your essence is intoxicating," he murmured, tracing the sharp line of Matthew's jaw with his fangs. "I think I'll start here." With that, he ran his tongue along the prominent bulge of Matthew's Adams apple, eliciting a shiver from the younger man. Then, without warning, he sank his teeth into Matthew's neck, drawing out a strangled cry as the feeding began. The sharp sting of Mikhail's bite quickly turned into a pulsing heat as their bodies became entwined in a passionate and primal dance of predator and prey. As they both gave into their deepest desires, the air was filled with the heady scent of lust and blood.
Aaron, on the other hand, chose to feed from Ashton's inner thigh, his sharp fangs piercing into the quivering flesh. The rush of blood filled his senses, a heady mixture of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down his spine. The room was filled with the symphony of Ashton's cries and moans, a haunting melody that only fueled the vampires' insatiable hunger. Shadows danced across the walls as they indulged in their primal desires, their bodies entwined in a dance of ecstasy and danger. Musky scents mingled together, a potent cocktail of lust and blood that consumed them both in a frenzy of sensation.
"Such sweet surrender," Aaron purred, his eyes locked onto Ashton's as he drank deeply. "You taste divine, my dear."
Mikhail takes small sips from Matthew's neck before pulling away, carefully laying him down on the altar. Matthew gazes up at the ceiling, adorned with a fresco depicting vampires dominating humanity. As he settles onto the cold stone, Mikhail whispers to Aaron that it's time to try his new feeding technique. With one hand running down Matthew's smooth, warm body, the vampire makes his way to the other end of the altar. Aarons pulls up from Ashton’s thigh as the boy pants and follows mikhail lead and moves to side of the altar where ashotn’s bare feet hang.
Mikhail pulls Matthew closer, lifting his feet off the altar and placing them on his shoulders while Aaron watches. Staring intently at Matthew's body, Mikhail's long tongue slithers out and travels towards his ass. It probes and works, stretching and lubricating it for the vampire's upcoming meal. Matthew grips the altar tightly, knowing this is not the most enjoyable way to be fed on. Aaron follows suit with Ashton, who is experiencing this for the first time. Suddenly, both vampires withdraw their tongues from their victims' asses as their cocks elongate into serpent-like snakes. The heads of each cock bear tiny teeth as they seek out warm holes in which to feed.
Mikhail's thick, pulsating cock plunged into Matthew with a forceful thrust, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain as he adjusted to accommodate its size. The sensation of being filled and stretched overwhelmed him, causing his body to tremble in response. Mikhail's movements were like a symphony, each thrust bringing a new crescendo of pleasure that radiated throughout Matthew's entire being. Meanwhile, Aaron's serpent-like member impaled Ashton with a piercing thrust, the intense heat and pressure sending shivers of both pleasure and discomfort through his body. The altar beneath them creaked and groaned under the weight and movement of their intertwined bodies, adding to the primal atmosphere of their passionate encounter. As they continued to writhe and moan in ecstasy, the sound of their blood being drawn up into the vampires' bodies filled the air, fueling their insatiable hunger for both pleasure and sustenance. Each moment was an intoxicating blend of physical pleasure and primal instinct, a dance between predator and prey that left them all breathless and wanting more.
Their erections pulsated with a fierce, primal energy as they slid deep inside each boy's willing body. With every thrust, blood rushed up like straw being drawn from a well, heightening the intensity of their pleasure. The men stood motionless, heads thrown back in ecstasy and eyes rolling behind closed lids. It was a dance of passion and pain, each movement sending shivers of pleasure through their bodies. As the night wore on, their moans became more urgent and their bodies twisted and contorted with desire. It was a symphony of lust, fueled by the fire burning within them.
Mikhail hungrily licks and sucks at the pulsing veins in Matthew's pale feet, drawing out moans of pleasure as he sinks his fangs into the tender arch. The taste of Matthew's blood floods Mikhail's senses, filling his body with power and desire. Not to be left out, Aaron eagerly joins in, dropping one of Ashton's legs and taking his foot into his mouth, piercing the smooth arch with his own sharp fangs. Ashton screams in pain, but the intense pleasure from Aaron's thrusting cock overrides the agony. Their bodies writhe together as Aaron feeds on the foot, each bite driving him closer to a wild frenzy.
As the vampires fed, Matthew and Ashton's reactions shifted from pleasure to pain and back again, their bodies writhing beneath the insistent mouths and cocks of their supernatural captors.
Brian looked on in awe and horror as the two vampires took their meal, MIkhaiil knowing he had pushed Matthew to the limit, with draws his fangs from Matthews foot and his cock slides back and puts his robe back on. Mikhail looks on to see Aaron. AAron’s cock is still assaulting Ashton from the inside and the boys whimpers are wearing as Aaron drops the foot and sinks his fangs into his other thigh to drink, lost in a blood frenzy.
"Aaron, that's enough," Mikhail commanded his newest fledgling. But Aaron just grinned wickedly, his eyes black with bloodlust, and ignored his master's order as he leaped onto the altar and tore into Ashton's neck. The boy barely made a sound before Mikhail rushed over and knocked Aaron off the altar, reminding him to control himself. Aaron snapped out of his frenzy and saw the bruised and nearly lifeless Ashton lying on the altar. Meanwhile, Matthew weakly got off the altar and put his robe back on. "Thank you, Matthew," Mikhail said, pleased with his performance. "Now go rest." Brian, please take our newest member here, Ashton, back to be cleaned up and rested. We will meet you in my chambers later." With that, Brian helped Ashton off the altar while two guards came in to carry the 21-year-old out of the ballroom.
7 - 8
The dimly lit bedroom cast an alluring glow upon the luxurious silk sheets and heavy velvet curtains, creating an atmosphere of hedonistic indulgence. Brian found himself in the epicenter of this den of desire, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement as he awaited what was to come.
Mikhail and Aaron entered the room, their eyes ravenous as they stalked towards him, their bodies pulsing with an insatiable hunger for pleasure. "You've shown promise so far, Brian," Mikhail purred, circling the bed like a predator. "But now it's time to truly submit to our desires."
"Please... I'm ready," Brian whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. He couldn't deny the growing arousal that coursed through his veins from simply being in the presence of these powerful creatures.
"Good," Aaron smirked, slipping out of his robe and revealing his lean, muscular body. His erect cock stood proudly, as if demanding attention. He positioned himself at Brian's head, force-feeding his throbbing member into Brian's eager mouth.
As Brian took Aaron's cock between his lips, Mikhail moved behind him, removing his own robe to expose his chiseled, pale form. His cock, already hard and glistening with pre-cum, pressed insistently against Brian's entrance. With one powerful thrust, Mikhail penetrated Brian's tight hole, eliciting a gasp of pain and pleasure from him.
"Ah, you feel incredible, Brian," Mikhail growled, driving into him with a primal intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the moans and gasps of all three men.
"Fuck... yes..." Brian managed to choke out between his efforts to take Aaron's cock deeper into his throat. The sensation of being completely filled, both front and back, was intoxicating, leaving him dazed and desperate for more.
As the sexual encounter intensified, Mikhail and Aaron's fangs began to elongate, their faces shifting into their predatory forms. The sight of their true natures thrilled Brian, igniting an even greater lust within him. He was eager to experience the unique blend of pain and pleasure that came from being fed upon by these ancient creatures.
"Are you ready, Brian?" Mikhail asked, his voice a sultry growl as he continued to fuck him relentlessly.
"Y-yes," Brian gasped, nodding fervently.
"Good," Aaron grinned, his icy blue eyes locked onto Brian's as he withdrew his cock from his mouth. "Now you'll truly know what it means to submit."
Without warning, both vampires sank their fangs into Brian's flesh: Mikhail at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and Aaron at his inner thigh. The initial sting of pain quickly gave way to waves of euphoria washing over him, making his body tremble with indescribable pleasure.
"God... it's... amazing..." Brian moaned, his mind reeling from the assault on his senses. Every touch, every thrust, every drop of blood drawn from him only served to heighten his pleasure, driving him to the edge of ecstasy.
9 - 10
Fading in and out of consciousness, Brian's weakened body trembled as the vampires continued to feed on him. The room filled with the sounds of their greedy slurping, punctuated by Brian's moans of delirious pleasure.
"Such a divine taste," Mikhail murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he lifted his lips from Brian's neck. "You truly are a rare treat, my dear."
"Agreed," Aaron concurred, reluctantly withdrawing his fangs from Brian's thigh. "It's been ages since I've had someone so... exquisite."
Brian's breaths came in shallow gasps, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He desperately tried to cling to the last shreds of his consciousness, not wanting this otherworldly experience to end.
"Please... don't stop..." he whispered, barely able to form words.
Mikhail smirked, tracing a finger along the now-bruised curve of Brian's shoulder. "Fear not, mortal. We will have our fill, and you will know the full extent of our power and desire."
"Just... let go..." Aaron urged, his eyes locked onto Brian's as he gently stroked his face. "Surrender to the darkness, and embrace the pleasure it brings."
Feeling the last vestiges of his strength slipping away, Brian nodded weakly, allowing the darkness to envelop him like a comforting shroud. With one final sigh, he succumbed to the void, his body collapsing limply onto the bed beneath him.
Mikhail and Aaron exchanged satisfied glances, their hunger temporarily sated. They carefully disentangled themselves from Brian's unconscious form, admiring the marks they'd left on his once-pristine skin.
"An excellent choice, Mikhail," Aaron said approvingly. "I can hardly wait for our next encounter."
"Indeed," Mikhail agreed, his eyes lingering on Brian's vulnerable figure. "He has proven himself worthy of our attention. But for now, let us allow him to rest and recover."
As the vampires withdrew to their separate corners of the room, the air hummed with a sense of satisfaction and anticipation for what was to come. The night had only just begun, and it promised more dark delights for all involved.
Without further ado, Mikhail entered Brian, his thick length filling him up completely. Brian gasped at the sensation, his body adjusting to the intrusion. As Mikhail began to thrust in and out of him, Brian felt Aaron's erect member brush against his lips.
"Open wide," Aaron commanded, gripping Brian's head and guiding his cock into his mouth. Brian eagerly accepted it, taking Aaron in as deep as he could manage.
"Such a good boy," praised Aaron, caressing Brian's face as he thrust in and out of his eager mouth. "You were made for this."
As the sexual encounter intensified, so did the sensations coursing through Brian's body. He was filled from both ends, the dual pleasure overwhelming and intoxicating. His mind raced with lustful thoughts; how had he ended up here, sandwiched between two powerful vampires?
"Are you ready?" asked Mikhail, his voice strained with arousal. "We're going to feed on you now, but don't worry – the pain will only heighten the pleasure."
"Y-yes, I'm ready," Brian stammered, his body trembling with anticipation. He could hardly believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny the thrill of submitting to their dark desires.
As Mikhail continued to fuck him, Aaron bit into Brian's neck, sinking his fangs deep into his flesh. At the same time, Mikhail's fangs pierced Brian's shoulder, drawing out his life force. The mix of pain and pleasure had Brian gasping, writhing between the two vampires who fed on him.
"God, yes!" cried Brian, the sensations overwhelming him. "I can't… it's too much!"
"Shh," soothed Aaron, stroking Brian's cheek as he continued to draw blood from his neck. "Just let go, give in to the pleasure. We're here for you."
As Brian surrendered to the experience, the pain began to fade, leaving only the exquisite ecstasy of the vampires' dual attentions. His body shuddered, caught in the grip of an intense orgasm that seemed to last forever.
"Such a delicious taste," murmured Mikhail, licking his lips as he withdrew his fangs from Brian's shoulder. "Your essence is intoxicating."
"Agreed," said Aaron, pulling away from Brian's neck. "You've made us very happy tonight, Brian."
As the feeding came to an end, Brian slumped against Mikhail, physically and emotionally drained. He had just been a part of something dark and forbidden, yet undeniably pleasurable. And though he knew there would be consequences for this night, he couldn't help but crave more.
9 - 10
The room grew darker as Brian felt his consciousness slipping away, every nerve in his body ablaze with a mix of pleasure and pain. He could hear Mikhail and Aaron's deep, satisfied moans as they continued to feed on him, reveling in the power they held over him and the pleasure they derived from his submission.
"Your essence is truly exquisite, Brian," murmured Mikhail against his shoulder, his fangs still embedded in Brian's flesh. "I haven't had such a delectable meal in ages."
Aaron released Brian's neck with a wet, smacking sound, smiling at him with blood-stained lips. "You are a truly exceptional human, you know that? Your willingness to submit has made this experience all the more enjoyable for us."
Brian tried to respond, but his tongue felt heavy and useless in his mouth. His vision blurred, the edges of the room fading into darkness as the vampires continued to drain him, their eyes locked onto his with a predatory hunger that sent shivers down his spine.
"Perhaps we should stop now," suggested Aaron, glancing at Mikhail. "We wouldn't want to completely drain our new friend, would we?"
Mikhail grinned, reluctantly withdrawing his fangs from Brian's shoulder. "Very well, but only because I'd hate to lose such a remarkable source of pleasure." He licked the last drops of blood from his lips, savoring the taste before stepping back from Brian.
As the vampires withdrew, Brian's body felt like a ragdoll, devoid of any strength or energy. He collapsed onto the bed, barely aware of the sensation of the soft sheets beneath him as darkness closed in around him.
"Sleep now, my dear Brian," whispered Mikhail, his voice echoing through the shadows. "We will meet again soon, and your service to us has only just begun."
With those final words ringing in his ears, Brian succumbed to the darkness, his body and mind surrendering to the overwhelming sensations of the night.
11 - 12
The next evening, Brian was summoned to Mikhail's office yet again. As he stepped inside, a chilling sight greeted him: young Jack lay sprawled naked and unconscious on the ottoman, the life visibly drained from him as he slept. The enormous spider loomed menacingly behind Mikhail's desk, still feasting on the previous night's unfortunate prey.
Across the dimly lit room, a young man was tightly bound with ropes, his wrists and ankles secured to the edges of a sturdy wooden table. A cloth gag was forced into his mouth, stifling his cries into muffled whimpers that echoed off the cold, bare walls. His body thrashed desperately, struggling against his restraints, while his eyes, wide and filled with terror, darted frantically, searching for any means of escape.
Meanwhile, Mikhail was utterly absorbed, his eyes scanning the intricate plans and blueprints strewn across his desk with a cold, calculating focus.
"Did you summon me, my lord?" Brian inquired, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Indeed, I require your attention," came the reply, a voice rich with authority and expectation. As if understanding the unspoken request, Brian began to remove his robe, revealing a glimpse of his lean, muscular form. "No, no, not that kind of attention," Mikhail interrupted with a dismissive wave of his hand, his eyes glinting with a different kind of intent. "Jack has satisfied me well so far, and I have different plans for tonight." gesturing toward the bound man
Mikhail's gaze shifted to a set of rolled parchments on the table, and he gestured for Brian to come closer. "I have an important task for you. Here are the blueprints for my masterpiece, the great awakening." Brian unfurled the blueprints with trembling hands, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the intricate details. "A human processing facility?" he questioned, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yes," Mikhail confirmed, his tone unwavering. "Here, men will be gathered, housed, stored, bred with selected females, processed for nourishment, and eventually sold. I need you to ensure it's completed in time for the harvest feast and ready to impress our distinguished guests." The room seemed to shrink around Brian as the gravity of the task pressed down on him.
"A processing plant?" Brian repeated, his voice filled with horror and disbelief. "Indeed," Mikhail continued, his voice smooth and unrelenting. "Those who don't surrender or willingly provide themselves as sources of sustenance will end up here. We plan quarterly cullings and hunts to ensure our survival and the necessary steady supply of food." The cold, calculated words hung in the air like a chilling fog, enveloping the room in an atmosphere of dread.
Brian nodded, fully grasping the weight of his task as Mikhail slid a heavy binder across the polished oak table. The vampire's expression was inscrutable, his eyes dark and unreadable as he spoke. "These are the male models in my agency who will no longer serve my business needs but now will be served on silver platters for the feast." Mikhail's voice was smooth and cold, like silk dipped in ice. As Brian opened the binder, the pages crackled slightly under his fingers. He carefully studied the faces and profiles of the male models Mikhail had chosen for the culling. Each photograph captured a moment of vibrant life, the men’s expressions ranging from confident to carefree. Brian couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt twisting in his stomach, knowing that these men, with their lively eyes and bright smiles, would soon be reduced to mere sustenance for the vampires' unending hunger.
"And here, the most important binder" Mikhail said, sliding a thick binder across the polished mahogany table towards Brian. " The grande finale to my feast, In this binder, you will discover the names, faces, and detailed physical statistics of my eastern European basketball team, which I am in the process of disbanding. They are scheduled to arrive tomorrow night, blissfully unaware of the fate that awaits them. Ensure they are accommodated with the utmost hospitality, treated like esteemed guests, with every need catered to, before they come to understand their true purpose."
Brian's stomach turned at the thought of betraying these unsuspecting men. But he knew better than to question his master's orders. With a deep breath, he resigned himself to his duty and turned to leave.
"Wait," Mikhail called out, halting Brian in his tracks with a voice that echoed through the dimly lit chamber. "There is one more thing." Carefully, he extended his hand, offering Brian a small vial filled with a strange, glowing liquid that shimmered with an ethereal light. "This is a special concoction I have created from a rare plant found only in our realm," Mikhail explained, his voice tinged with a mix of pride and menace. "It will ensure complete submission from any human who consumes it. Pass it to the preppers; herding so many men at once can get difficult. Let them save their struggles for the feast when our brethren sink their fangs into their flesh. We don't want anyone to be bruised or damaged before then."
Brian eyed the vial with skepticism, the luminescent liquid swirling hypnotically within its glass confines. Reluctantly, he took it with trembling hands that betrayed his inner turmoil. He understood the gravity of this task all too well—he would have to deceive and control these men, leading them like lambs to the slaughter at the impending harvest feast.
"I'm going to need you to un-gag our friend over there on your way out," Mikhail commanded, glancing at a card he was handed earlier. He announced the details as if reading from a menu, "His name is Devon, 24 years old, caucasian, 6 feet tall, 150 pounds, type O blood, has an 8-inch cut cock, not a virgin, and a considerable semen load that's been stored." As Brian moved to remove the gag from the boy, Devon pleaded desperately, "Please, sir, let me go. I'll do anything." Mikhail, seemingly unimpressed by Devon's appearance, remarked, "He's attractive, but not enough for the main event. I'll drain him tonight, and we'll feast on his organs. Aaron found him while hunting near a college campus," Mikhail explained, approaching the table with a sinister intent.
As Brian exited Mikhail's office, the heavy door groaned to a close behind him, and he navigated the twisting hallways back to his quarters. As he departed, he could hear blood-curdling screams emanating from Mikhail's office.
The cold stone walls seemed to close in around him, amplifying the feeling of dread that settled like a weight in his stomach. His moral compass, once a steadfast guide, was being tested more than ever before, but he knew there was no turning back now. Shadows danced along the hallway, echoing his own conflicted thoughts as he resigned himself to the dark path ahead.
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That night, as he laid in bed trying to sleep, Brian couldn't help but think about what lay ahead for him and all those around him under Mikhail's rule. And with each passing moment, he felt himself being pulled deeper and deeper into the darkness of the vampire world.
