Warning: The following story is fiction. It never happened in real life. This story may contain sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy and other male teens. The author does not necessarily encourage sex between adults and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, it will be best you do not carry on reading this, and back out immediately. If this kind of story turns you off, look for something else to do. If your looking for a story that has majority of the content being that of a sexual nature, you're gonna be disappointed. In fact, there is quite a bit to go before getting to the 'hot' parts. Nothing in this story happened in real life. Period.
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Note: This story had nothing in relation to my previous work, titled 'Singapore Jewelry Boy'. Except that the boy in this story is also Chinese. I just love asian boys!
On the vampires of this story: Vampires are basically creatures that could have been born vampires be made into one from any human/sentient being. They grow larger-than-normal canine teeth, had awesome strength and gymnastic abilities, and were more abundant in the days of the Middle Ages compared to now. It is traditional for vampires to wear a lot of jewelry. If not gold or silver, then copper or bronze. They were all usually complete with gems. Blood was like a drug, alcohol and luxury food to them. It was not essential for their survival, but they saw it as a delicacy. It was as easy for a vampire to be addicted to blood as it was for a human to liquor, cigarettes or drugs. There were the 'good' vampires, who turned away from darkness to live a life of virtue, without blood or violence. The evil or 'standard' vampires were those who had been addicted to blood. It is very possible for a vampire to switch from one side to another.
Vampires are indeed allergic to a few things, as well as having certain objects that increased their health and power.
Red gems, especially ruby, are highly prized by vampires as their red was like blood. If a cup was made out of a red mineral, or the gem was dipped into blood, the taste was enhanced and made for appealing to the liking and taste of the drinker. A vampire putting a ruby under his/her tongue did so if they drank their blood straight out from their victim rather than drawing it into a container. However, ruby that was worn by the virtuous helped quench their thirst for blood without claiming victims, making their lives happier and more free. It is traditional that if the vampire has the luxury of time to do so, he/she would slowly lick the target area of the body before biting it, and a victim only became a vampire if he/she was drained of blood to the point of near-death, though without dying first, and his/her blood was infected with ths saliva of a vampire. Next are the three main classes of vampires, just keep in mind that the individual vampire could switch from one class to another. The current class of a vampire could be told simply by instinct.
The purest vampires were those who had never taken a life or a victim for the sake of pleasure. As a reward for this, they were truly immortal and invincible. They also do not age beyond that they want to: They can stop aging if they feel like it. They were allergic to nothing, and could not be killed. They could not even hurt or kill themselves. They only killed for self-defense, war, and when it came to vengeance killing, they only killed if it was serious enough a crime, and only attacked those directly responsible for the act. Not their spouses, siblings, parents, children, or innocent by-standers. However, once a vampire is no longer pure, he can never be so again unless he underwent a purification/salvation process.
The neutral (grey) vampires either rarely killed for pleasure, or had killed for the same reason and repented, in which case they would undergo the purification process and become white if they continued to refrain from pleasure killing. They were allergic only to silver, being the metal of purity and innocence. Touching it caused them blisters or discomfort in some form, and they were also allergic to oak, killed by being stabbed with oak stakes three times in the heart. They were capable of suicide and could be killed (though with difficulty) by others, but they regenerate relatively fast, and aged slowly.
The dark vampires were those who were all out violent, blood-lusting creatures. They could be killed easily if done properly, capable of suicide, and were allergic to a great many things. Direct sunlight, gold (for it was symbolic for the sun), silver, oak (killed with one stab), and the crucifix. They aged normally and were slow to regenerate. However, they did not mind this vulnerability, for their love for blood was greater. Vampires are not allergic to garlic. Whether they like it or not is a question of preference.
If that is settled, we may carry on.
Two vampires (part 1):
1870 A.D:
The castle of the night hung gloomily over the cloudy, stormy sky of an early morning storm. Far below, a war was being fought. Frank the Pure, his broad, manly shoulders, powerful muscular and hairy body, a war general for the blood palace, was directing his soldiers against the werewolf army, his short, wavy, orange hair uncovered by any helmet, his blue eyes flashing with authority. The werewolves were usually friendly towards the vampires, but this was a foreign batch who had been travelling in great numbers for great distances, destroying all they met. It seemed like as soon as they had stepped onto this mountain, their fate had been sealed as they met their match. Slowly but surely, they were beaten back against swords of steel and silver. "Push on fellows! We are winning!" Frank roared. His voice traveled up towards the castle fortress, where the luxurious interior was always kept cool by natural thermals, kept bright with crystal chandeliers and fires and candles. The vampire king, his majesty Aaron the grey, wearing a gold crown, in scarlet and purple robes, with a thick gold chain with ruby and garnet, opened a window, accompanied by his daughter, Lagoon the Pure. Looking down, they saw Frank directing the battle. "Indeed. Frank the Pure is a good soldier. His strategy in war has yet to be beaten." King Aaron commented, his pupiless eyes bright with approval. "He is handsome and strong. He is also impressive. I slept with him once, and learnt that he is as powerful in bed as he is in the battlefield." Lagoon added. "Women are not his only fancy when it comes to lovemaking." King Aaron said. "And so we have all noticed. He has an eye for that young gift the wizard emperor of the Orient gave to you. He has loved me, and numerous subjects both male and female around the castle, and have you noticed him lately? He is still not happy, and each time he casts his eyes on the young boy who kneels next to you in court, he looks upon him more than any of us, and as the boy looks down in his shyness, Frank's eyes grown more longing by the second. How jealous I am, to think he would prefer a colored boy to me!" Princess Lagoon huffed. "What you have said is true. The boy is like many of the servants here. He is not a vampire, and yet he is no ordinary boy. He was an apprentice for a very famous and powerful sorcerer in China's city of magicians, and took the opportunity to master several forms of Chinese magic and develop his own born supernatural gifts. When the sorcerer passed away, the boy was taken into the wizard emperor's custody, then presented to me as a gift of partnership. I have lusted after him before, but I swear I have never touched him, and he is still a virgin, for none have yet touched him. He still lives in his own room, and serves no purpose other than to please my eyes and remind me of my friendship with the Chinese emperor wizard. He eats little, and is easy to look after. Perhaps I shall give him as a gift to Frank when he has won my battle." And King Aaron, having said this, walked off to consider what he had just said.
"Frank the Pure. You have proven your value as a war general to me, and I acknowledge you as the best war general who has ever been under my service." King Aaron announced, and the whole hall burst into applause as the candles flickered. It was the feast being held that same afternoon to celebrate the victory of the vampires over the hostile werewolves, and it was grand indeed. Frank, dressed in his best clothing, grinned and bowed, his eight rings, four on each hand, glittering brightly. "Thank you your majesty." The applause died down as King Aaron opened his mouth to speak once again after sipping from a goblet of wine. "And as a reward and gift of your long years of fine performance, I present to you, my gift from the emperor of magic from China, an apprentice sorcerer in his time. Yao shui, in which 'yao' means 'medicine' and 'shui' means water, making his name 'potion'." Lagoon stood up to play her part. He approached Frank, and handed him the medallion of fine royal service, and the gift scroll for his official possession of the youth. The boy stood up at a gesture from the royal hand, and when Lagoon had returned to her seat, he went to kneel before the flabbergasted Frank, and took his right hand to kiss gently. Frank stared at the 16-year old boy for what seemed like eternity. Topless, golden skin, dressed in a simple, very skimpy, sky-blue silk cloth that was tied loosely around his waist, looking up with deep brown eyes, dark, moody and innocent, bowl-cut hair black as the hour before dawn. His body structure was youthful and somewhat muscular, but somehow rather delicate and fragile looking. He wore a jade bangle on his left arm, and a turquoise pendant capped all-roung with quartz crystal set in silver on a silver chain round his neck, and the boy had the scent of essential oil of the ocean mix emitting erotically from him. Frank gasped and looked up at King Aaron, who had a suppressed lewd grin on his face. "Thank you, thank you, your majesty. You are too kind." he said, bowing several times. "You deserve you personal servant. You have earned the boy." The king carried on a long lecture before dismissing the royal court, and Frank led the boy upstairs to his own room. All the boy's possessions had been moved to the previously empty second bedroom of Frank's apartment. The boy had little possessions, except various magical artifacts, books, scrolls and ingredients that he had collected to practice his talent. He was also expected to either join Frank in bed, or sleep on a mat on the floor. Frank chose to take the boy to bed with him, but it was still afternoon, so that was unimportant. "What does my new master desire from me?" Potion asked in flawless English which surprised Frank. Clearly the boy had been well educated in their language. "Well, first tell me what you CAN do." Frank replied, gently lifting the boy's chin to make him look up into his face. "I can cook, tidy, clean, wash your clothes, mix cocktails, and just about anything you need." he replied, looking back down. "Ok. But why so shy? It seems like you are going to spend quite some time with me, you should be more sociable." Frank said. This caused the boy to blush and smile sheepishly. "Perhaps...?" he began, then stopped. Frank didn't make him continue talking, but just knelt down and felt the boy all over his body. The boy was timid, for he tensed up and shrank back at once. "Be at ease. Relax, little one. I do not want us to be just master and servant. Let us be friends too." Frank soothed. He loved the feel of the boy's skin, his smooth buttocks covered by silk, bushing by his young nipples with his rough thumb. He played around with the boy in this fashion for awhile, and the boy got more relaxed in the hold of this strange man, caressing and fondling him, and relaxed his muscles, though he did not expect more, and anticipated nothing. The boy did not know sexual lust. Frank fondled the boy for awhile more, and then released and stood up, grinning. But he couldn't just jump on the boy and have sex with him without first establishing a firm relationship with him, not just in the master-servant fashion, but also as a friend, before finally pushing it farther, into the 'lover' relationship, and that was going to take time. He thought for awhile, then decided to lay down a timetable for the child. "So, you are called Yao Shui?" Frank asked. "You pronounced it wrong, master. But you can just call me Potion." "Very well." There was a pause, then Frank got up and took charge. "Well, first things first. Go sort out your belongings, then clean my room. After that, you can have some free time until the time when the sun is halfway setting out the window there, then you prepare dinner, then bathe and you can moon about until bedtime, then you sleep with me on my bed. Breakfast will be served at..."
When Frank finished, Potion began work immediately. Frank enjoyed watching the obedient youth scurry about in his newfound duties, then left to attend to something elsewhere. All work was done relatively fast, and when Frank returned from his outing, he was surprised to see everything was already done and neatly put away. "You do your work well and fast. It is apparent that you will serve me well." Frank said with a grin, and for the first time, he saw a small, warm grateful smile spread over Potion's face. "Come." Frank said, sitting on the bedside. "Come sit on my lap." The time between the rest of the afternoon to sunset was spent with Potion sitting on Frank's lap, wrapped in his strong, hairy arms, rocking gently back and forth, as they chatted almost informally, casually, except that Potion had this unchangeable habit of calling Frank 'master' despite Frank's saying that it was not necessary, and the masculine vampire could not help but shudder with pleasure each time the slightly effeminate boy called him 'master'. Dinner was delicious, and Frank was quite impressed with the way the food was done. They talked and chatted happily, almost as if they were friends. Frank smiled. His plan was progressing fast.
Frank then went to the toilet, then exiting, took a bath in the pool. He invited Potion to bathe with him, but the boy just hung his head and blushed. "Should I master? Shall I be obliged to do so?" "Yes. I need my servants to help clean me, you know. You can also clean yourself while you are at it. It shall save more time." The boy was convinced and stripped of what little he had, slowly, modestly. As the last unroll of his waistcloth, Frank drew in his breath. The boy's buttocks were round and full, and at once he felt his spear warrior rise and his testicles inflate a little in their orange forest of hair. He had to command himself to think of something else to hide his desire. The boy turned around, and Frank was awarded a beautiful example of youthful boyhood. With little pubic hair, the penis was small and flaccid, uncircumcised, the small eggs tucked neatly behind and underneath. They boy, face red as beet, cautiously lowered himself into the bathing pool, that was big enough to more than accommodate both of them. Potion mixed the lukewarm water with soap and fragrance oil, and took a sponge, but held it in midair, hesitant on what to do. Then he finally thought it out and soaked the sponge, then as Frank lazily sat there, leaning against the wall of the pool, Potion scrubbed Frank's chest and arms gently, but firmly. He lowered the sponge under the water, still scrubbing, but before he could reach the groin, Frank interrupted and said, "Do my face and feet first.". Potion didn't know what to make of this, so he just did as he was told. He took some soap and applied it to a towel. Wiping Frank's face gently and avoiding the eyes, he then rinsed the towel and used it to wipe off the soap on Frank's face. Then he took up the sponge again and did each of his master's feet. Moving up the shin's, the groin, buttocks, and finally around the loins and genitalia. Franks moaned as his shaft rose despite himself. Potion chose to ignore this and continued cleaning Frank's testicles. When it came to Frank's penis, he rode the sponge and his hands up and down the hard rod in such a way that he was unwittingly masturbating Frank. "is something wrong master?" Potion asked, worried by Franks' groans. He did not understand how Frank's rod had increased in size, or these moans that sounded ecstatic. "No. No, it is great. Carry on..." Frank said, then suddenly realized what he had said. Sitting up, he asked, "I mean, you have finished with me already, haven't you?". Potion was startled, but nodded and said, "I think I have, master. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry master." "No. It was my fault." Frank reassured. Then he lunged forward and grabbed Potion. The boys gasped as he felt the rock hard sex push against his groin, but he did not understand its meaning. All his life all he knew was spirituality, magic, and the supernatural. He suddenly feared that in the short time of service that he was already going to be killed to satisfy his master's natural appetite for blood. Lust and sexual pleasure were still complete strangers to him, though not for long. Caressing the boy's naked body, Frank was careful to make no threatening moves. The boy soon relaxed, and he felt more reassured when he saw that one of his master's rings had a ruby. Frank said out loud, "You're a very beautiful boy. Very cute." Slowly, Frank reached for the sponge. He wet Potion's hair with the water, and, still hugging to him, started to scrub Potion's body all over. The boy presented no form of resistance as he kneeled on the floor of the pool and took in the shock of his own master cleaning him. When Frank had done the rest and arrived at the lad's ass, he put aside the sponge and used his hands to clean the buns. Stroking them, he was just raging with suppressed lust, and his weapon was leaking pre-cum into the water. He rode his finger up and down the crack of the boy's backside, and the servant squealed slightly and squirmed then he touched the little puckered brown hole between the boy's asscheeks. Frank just chuckled and made Potion sit on the side seats of the pool as he had done earlier. Seizing the sponge once again, he began to scrub the boy's genitalia. The boy, when cleaning himself, was used to quick wipes over that area. Frank's scrubs were slow and deliberate in his attempts to teach the boy a little about sexual pleasure. The boy sighed, his small cock growing rapidly in size as Frank slowly -very slowly- stroked it with one hand while he scrubbed it with the other, and he eventually began to thrust forward. Then Potion jerked and gasped as the sponge rode over his tip, with its red skin. His young penis, which had never experienced such a sensation, gave a jump. He still did not understand. "What...are...you doing...to gasp me, master?" he asked fearfully as Frank continued to play with him, the gasp in the sentence due to Frank touching his tip again. "Cleaning you." Frank replied. He abandoned the sponge completely and began to pull at the boy's organ with both hands, but Potion pushed away his hand. "So intense. So new. Yet so wonderful a sensation." Potion smiled, then blushed, but then his smiled faded and he shuddered. "You have taught me something new, master. But I am afraid." Frank smiled at this, but decided not to push his luck in the attempt to win the boy's trust. He stopped playing with the boy and he and Potion climbed out of the pool. Potion dried the both of them up, and they both got dressed. Frank put on a bath robe, and Potion put aside his previous waistcloth for the laundry, putting on a fresh lilac piece.
They slept early that night. Frank had stripped off completely and now he lay naked, but Potion still had his clothes on (though he still remained topless). The boy was fast asleep, but Frank lay awake, caressing the boy's young, clean body. The boy shifted slightly in his sleep, responding positively though unconsciously to the vampire's hand. Frank could no longer stand it. He got out of bed, put on some clothes and exited the entire castle (with a hard on all the way), in the open, cool night air, on the side where the battle earlier had not been fought, so there were no dead bodies lying around. Finding a good spot to sit on, he flung off his clothing and began to masturbate. Pulling desperately at his circumcised organ, he fantasized about his new servant whom he had dreamed about for so long. It took a few minutes of slightly violent pumping to ejaculate a long stream of white hot liquid passion onto the grass in front of him. He basked in the afterglow of his orgasm for about half a minute, then when he was halfway through putting on his clothing... "Master?" came Potion's voice, young and sweet, ringing out with urgency and curiousity. Frank jumped and threw on the rest of his clothing in panic. "Master..." Potion panted as he ran to Frank's side. When he finally arrived, he was sweaty and panting. "My apologies, master. I was worried." came the boy's sincere tone. Frank felt guilty at having abandoned the boy to run up and down in search for his missing master as soon as he realized he was missing. "It's not your fault. I wanted to be alone anyway." Frank answered. "...Oh." Came the reply. "How did you know I was here?" Frank asked. "It's a trick I learned from my sorcerer teacher, on how to locate people quickly." Potion answered. "Why were you putting on clothes out in the open?" Potion asked innocently. Frank had no answer to give, so instead he gave a fairly convincing laugh and replied, "Does my servant question me?" Potion dropped to his head in shame, but Frank just lifted him up and held Potion aloft in his arms like a knight holds a princess, an effortless movement due to the boy's lightness and the vampire's awesome strength. Potion squeaked in surprise. "It looks like we could both use a second bath, my servant." he said, smiling. Potion smiled back, the question he had asked, which his master did not answer, bothering him no more. Frank carried his servant back and they took a second bath before they went to sleep properly.
The relationship between Potion and Frank went well. Frank seized the opportunity to convert the boy to Christianity when it came, knowing full well the King would not have done that on his own, so now he and his servant would both be of identical religion. Potion was a good servant who needed no prompting, threats or punishment, while Frank was a gentle master (however, Potion still kept on his toes as he knew very well that his vampire master could kill him painfully anytime he wanted, though he had relaxed considerably). There was no repeat of the bath incident for some time, although Potion was still obliged to clean Frank. The boy was happy and content to be Frank's servant, and it was likewise for Frank himself as he saw the object of his sexual desire pass him to do his work for him everyday, able to admire the young body of the wizard-boy without guilt or fear of the King's noticing this. It went with no doubt that the Vampire still ran his hands over a sleeping Potion when they were in bed every night, and when Potion was actually awake, he offered no resistance and just basked in the cozy sensation of his master's fondling hands, whether in or out of bed. Potion had never felt more secure and safe in his entire life compared to now, despite the small nagging at the back of his mind that his life was still at the mercy of this very vampire he saw his security in. It had yet to push beyond all that, however. Potion had yet to have his cherry popped, or his young penis even touched with sexual intentions again. He had conveniently forgotten about the pleasure of having his penis fondled. Potion had served only five months before the fateful night.
Potion was mixing a heavy alcoholic cocktail for Frank and some guests. Finishing, Potion placed all the pewter goblets on a copper platter and served it to Frank and his guests. "A charming young one. He looks delicious." Bob the dark, large and ugly, snickered as he eyed the body of the boy. Potion was very well aware of the eyes upon his body from the guests, but he just bowed solemnly and set down the platter, placing each of the drinks in front of a guest, on the table which they were gathered at. "You do have a point at his beauty. But I hesitate to agree about how he tastes." Frank replied seriously, his previously light mood cut off abruptly. As Potion, picking up the empty tray, attempted to leave and retreat into the kitchen, Bob grabbed his right wrist, drawing a fearful gasp from the boy. His job was more dangerous than he thought. Bob slowly licked the index finger of his hand, and Potion knew what was about to come, and winced, waiting for the bite. Glenn the Neutral stopped Bob with a hit on his back just as his fangs were about to nip the finger. "Not without permission from his master." They all turned to look at Frank, who just shook his head. Growling and grumbling, Bob let go of the boy's wrist. Potion fled into the kitchen, thanking his new God that he was still unhurt. "I was merely going to draw a drop. Surely you know that a wound to draw a drop is not even going to be considered an injury." Bob protested as soon as he knew that the boy was out of hearing range. "I know the power of the love of blood. One drop would turn into two. Two will turn into three. Soon, you would ask for a cupful, then, you will request the boy's life." Frank shot back. "Besides, how big was a drop to you, my friend, who has killed so many." he added. "Really. My apologies, but he is a mere servant." Bob tried to argue his case. "To you. But I will be able to find no other like him. He is precious and beautiful to me. I desire him to remain alive." Frank replied. "In that case. Have you taken him?" Sumbernad the grey asked. Frank smiled with lust. "No. He is still a virgin. He does not even remotely know the pleasures of sex. He does not understand it, for he only know that it is used for the bringing forth of offspring, and does not expect pleasure from intercourse of any sort." he admitted. "Then, perhaps it is time you thought him." Bob said with a grin. If you can't kill him, then at least pleasure him. Such beauty is not to be wasted upon mere looking, touching and smelling. Pleasuring would be a wise move. "Indeed. For once, I take you're suggestion into account. I may have sworn to myself not to kill him, but I am still his master, so can do anything I want with him." Frank agreed thoughtfully. "We would love to witness the rape of your youthful servant." Glenn the neutral said, licking his lips. They were all having an erection by now, because they appealed to the idea of sexual assault or forced sex. "Alas. It will not be rape. I will not rape the child. I will merely make love to him, and he is shy. I think it is best you do not witness or watch." Frank said truthfully, then called out for Potion. "Yes my master?" Potion had crossed the huge room in a swift move, standing by his master, safely away from the other vampires. "Bring yourself to me, sit on my lap." Frank said, and Potion obliged, wrapping his young arms around his master's neck as he sat, in a silent plea to protect him from Bob the dark. Frank gave an understanding nod at the boy's urgent fidget, but got his arms off his neck, nuzzling the boy's own neck, fondling his body, and the boy forgot to be weary of Bob as he squirmed pleasurably in the strong, reassuring hold of his master. "Isn't he adorable." Frank asked, as he finally stopped fooling around. Potion now had his right hand wrapped around his master's back and clinging to his right shoulder, looking at the guests. "Irresistibly adorable." Bob hissed and sprouted claws as he, in spite of himself, attacked the boy. Potion's eyes shut tight and Bob hit a blue web of energy that was projected from Potion's thoughts. Bob reeled back as the web faded, Potion opened his eyes. There was a brief shimmer of electricity within them which quickly vanished. "Don't try." Frank said, smirking. Bob stared back at Frank. Bob knew a few little jinxes to mess up the minds and judgement of people. He concentrated on Frank. He was going to show him what blood tasted like! Frank embraced his little servant, but he suddenly wrapped the boy in his strong arms in a way that rendered the boy immobile, grabbed his head with his left hand and the fingers covering the boy's mouth to muffle any attempted noise, and tilted it a bit to the left, exposing the boy's vulnerable neck and its arteries, pulsing with life and blood. There was a tense moment in which Frank attempted to avoid temptation, and Potion began to panic, sure this was the end of him. Frank had just touched Potion's neck with his tongue, but suddenly regained his senses, released him and said, "Go rest on my bed.". The boy hurried off, scared and confused. "That was close." Glenn and Sumbernad sighed. "A pity, really." Bob said, but the jinx took time to wear off, so he knew it still had a few opportunities to make his friend kill someone, particulary Potion. "My apologies, but could you excuse me?" Frank asked, getting up. His guests all got up and after exchanging thanks and good-byes, left. Frank hurried to the bedroom, where he saw Potion was lying on the bed, awake, but shivering all over. The boy was running many thoughts and fears through his head. There were no more duties for him that day, and the night was near. The guests had left, and they would be going to sleep soon. He wondered if he would ever awake to see the dawn if he closed his eyes to sleep with his master. What had, after five months or resisting the urge, if there was any, caused his master to come closer and closer to giving in to the desire for his blood? He could not defend himself. A servant was not allowed to resist his/her master even if obedience and submission meant death, and his master was still invincible anyway.
He turned to his side, and noticed his master just at the edge of the bed. He gave a jerk and got up, crawling slowly back until he was curled up in a corner of the bed against the wall. He did not know if he could entrust his life and safety to his master any longer. Frank slowly crawled across the bed, until he had cornered Potion where he was already sitting. He tossed aside all his clothing except his undergarments, a thin white robe and a loin cloth, leaving all his other clothes on the floor. Potion made a move to pick them up, but Frank stopped him by placing a strong hand on the now whimpering boy's chest. "Leave that for tomorrow, my darling Potion." Frank said, his erection fast becoming uncomfortable in its restraints. Potion panicked inwardly. Surely he was now going to die! And had he heard properly? He had just been called 'darling' my his master. What did that matter. Frank leaned closer and closer to Potion, who shrank back further and further. Suddenly, Potion realized he couldn't resist, and was powerless do so anyway, but he could beg, so he blurted out, "Please don't kill me master! I beg you to spare my life!" And grabbed his own neck defensively. Frank laughed, then said, "I am sorry about that incident. I can assure you that I won't hurt you. I give you my word." he said, sneaking some rope behind Potion. He grabbed his wrists and tied them together, so now Potion's hands were tied behind him, and he fought against his bonds as soon as he noticed them, but the ropes held with ease. Frank sat back and watched the boy struggle helplessly against the ropes in fear. It was as if he had caught the very essence of beauty and was its captor, completely at his mercy. He wondered what it was like to be bound like that, powerless to stop anything from happening to you. His manly rod gave a small jump in its confines as this thought ran through his mind. "What is that for master?" Potion asked, looking behind him, at the ropes. "Do you remember A time when we bathe together, then I touched you and you felt an intense but pleasurable sensation which you were afraid to continue?" Frank prompted. Potion nodded, recalling the strange, warm, feeling which escaped his description. All this while, he had thought nothing of it, now the whole thing had returned, and wasn't sure if he should welcome it. "Well, this time, we are going to do that again, but much more than that. And I promise that you will enjoy it." Frank said, grinning from ear to ear. He grasped Potion's head and drew him close for a kiss as his other hand roamed about the boy's body. The boy was shocked, but there was nothing he could do so he quickly learned to kiss, and soon he was enjoying it. Slowly, while they continued to kiss, Frank removed the waistcloth, and the boy lay totally naked on the bed, blushing once they broke off. Making Potion lie down facing up on the bed, Frank nuzzled his young servant's neck, kissing and slowly moving down the young body, licking it, wetting it considerably with his saliva, swirling his tongue round the young nipples, nibbling them. And continued to do so for awhile even when they had already become erect. The boy groaned in his new ecstasy when his master played with those two erogenous zones. He had never felt this way before. His small penis rose and became semi hard as unlike last time, he expected more. He realized there was more to sex than the production of offspring, that there was pleasure too! But how could he have sex with a man? He asked himself this question, but just decided to let fate run its course and he knew he would soon find out. He certainly expected no children, but he certainly expected pleasure...a new kind of pleasure.
Frank's licking progress downward towards the crotch of his servant was sadistically slow, torturing the boy with anticipation. But he finally arrived at the boy's scrotum, fondling it with his hands. Reaching the penis, he tried to pull down the foreskin, but Potion started to violently protest in discomfort, so he decided to leave it. He licked the shaft of the boy, reaching the area of the boy's glands, and produced a cry of ecstasy from Potion. He cotinued to lick the penis again and again, over and over, and the little cock was soon dribbling clear precum. Frank sniffed the youthful boyjuice, and he took in the wonderfully erotic scent from it. He licked a fresh drop that had just emerged from the tip, and thus caused the boy to moan loudly. The boy's precum tasted sweet like honey. He continued to lick the small penis, and it soon produced juice in a steady stream.
Potion was going crazy. The licking was driving him up the wall with madness. This was torture indeed. He thrusted upwards into the empty air, pulling tightly against the ropes to no avail. He couldn't describe this desire for more. He couldn't stand this any longer. He began to sob hysterically, tears streaming down, begging his master to stop. "You are in no position to make such a request, my boy." Came the very matter-of-factly reply. Potion, upon hearing this, despaired and continued to cry, bawling away. Frank noticed this and felt a bit of pity for the boy. He was making his servant into a slave. Still continuing his torturous licking, he formed a mental picture in his head of the boy, tied and helpless, thrusting uselessly into the air, straining his hands against the ropes, crying, desperate for either ceasing of his cruel licking or a more definite joy. This really turned Frank on, and he almost shot his seed in his undergarments. He paused to take off his robe, leaving only his loincloth. He decided it was time he put a stop to the torture and give the boy what he so desperately wanted -no- needed. He boy had quietened down considerably. Frank then took the entire small penis effortlessly into his mouth. Potion gave a sigh of pleasure, and with the previous torturous suspension of sexual pleasure, he was now in heaven. Pistoning up and down on the small tool, tonguing it, Frank savored the virgin cock in appreciation of its youthful taste, salty, sweet. It soon swelled and with a cry from the lad, spurt after spurt of boyjuice, creamy, slimy, but sweet as honey, flew from the young prick, released for the first time ever. When it was done, Frank released, sat up and looked down at the boy, spent good and lying on the bed as if wounded, panting and sweating. This was his first orgasm, and he was still disoriented in bliss, drifting in and out of consciousness. Frank noticed that his loincloth was stained largly down the front with his liquid lust. He removed the loin cloth and finally knelt there on the bed completely naked. He reached down, saying "Koochie koochie koo!", and poked his servant at his ribs. Potion giggled and shrunk back. Frank suddenly assaulted the boy at his ribs and stomach. The resulting screams caused anyone awake who was near the door of Frank's chamber to turn, and those who were asleep awoke instantly. This went on for about 30 seconds of screaming and struggling from the boy and making the mercilessly tickling Frank extremely horny. He finally stopped, then after 5 seconds, attempted to tickle the boy at his hairless armpits, but there was no response. Frank just shrugged and repositioned himself on the bed, kneeling with the boy between his legs, and dangling his rock hard cock above the boy's face. He reached behind him and poked Potion's ribs again, and when the boy shrieked, he plunged his cock into the open mouth. "Suck it!" Frank commanded somewhat gently, but firmly. The boy sucked and licked his first cock. He was inexperienced, but definitely a natural. Frank moaned with lust and began to fuck the boy's mouth with his hard, horny tool. The boy choked after the first few thrusts, and Frank laughed and pulled out to let the boy catch his breath. When he had done so, Potion touched Frank's cock with his silky hands. Frank stuck his cock in Potion's face, and Potion opened his mouth to once again accept his master's erect penis. Frank's thrusting slowly became more and more savage, as he fucked the boy's mouth with animal passion. He felt his balls bunch up and he shot his load into the boy's mouth, and Potion was forced to swallow. When he had stopped spurting, Frank was still hard and horny. Pulling out of his servant's mouth, he moved to reach Potion's legs. He grabbed them by the ankles, spreading them wide. Potion was scared. He had no idea what was coming next, but knew that his master was planning to do it to his anus. Frank stuck his face in between those perfect globes and licked the little anus, clean and puckered, nestling there. Potion was crying out in ecstasy. As Frank's tongue loosened the hole, and he got in deeper, Potion's cries grew louder and more ecstatic. He finally let off, making Potion feel quite empty without the tongue to fill his asshole. Then he wet his fingers with saliva and stuck one finger up the boy's hole, two fingers, pistoning in and out, three fingers. Frank lubricated his dick with his saliva and positioned it at Potion's butthole, quickly replacing his fingers with it. Potion screamed as Frank pushed himself all the way in with one savage lunge, but Frank suddenly realized that he hadn't given the poor boy time to adjust, so he pulled out halfway and waited. When Potion began to relax, Frank pushed in deeper into the very tight and hot anus. Both of them moaned. Frank in ecstasy, Potion, in pain, but a bit of pleasure. After a few moments dedicated solely to adjusting Potion's ass to Frank's fucking monster, Frank was pumping slowly but passionately as Potion wrapped his legs around Frank, while wailing out ,"Oh, master!" every now and then in between deep sighs, his young cock growing hard again as his prostate was rubbed against Frank's tool repeatedly. His bound wrists having found a comfortable position, let him enjoy this act of man-boy sex to the fullest. Frank bent down and kissed his boy, feeling the teenage cock rubbing its tip against his belly in a puddle of its own precum. Potion had a second orgasm soon after, with a fountain of boy juice flying from his cock. Frank still hadn't spilled. As his thrusts grew more passionate and he pumped harder and faster and his breathing grew more labored, he stopped kissing and nuzzled Potion's neck. Potion was reaching a third orgasm, and fate decided that it would let them shoot together. Frank was losing his mind to nature. not even ruby could help him. He licked Potion's neck slowly. The boy was oblivious to this, lost in a world of ecstasy from being fucked and his master's licking only enhanced the sensation. Just as the both of them reached the pinnacle of orgasm, Frank whispered in Potion's ear, something that the boy dreaded.
"Dear, dear Potion, please forgive me...just one drop."
Frank broke his word to the boy. He bit Potion's neck hard, his teeth puncturing the artery with ease. Potion, unprepared, screamed with combined pain and pleasure just as his orgasm took over, he shot his young seed and his blood raced with passion, making the bleeding more serious. A small part of Frank recalled his own words to Bob: "One drop will become two...two will become three...and then." Still thrusting deep into Potion's anus with his cock as it shot load after load, he sucked out the boy's life fluids by the cupful. The boy, straining against the ropes, was still spurting his own young juice between their bodies in his orgasm as he was being pleasured at his anus by the huge penis invader, screaming in pain and pleasure as he struggled for release from his master's deadly grip and fatal bite. How erotic! The blood was sweet and delicious, just like the boy himself. Bob was right about how the child tasted. How the child tasted! He was tasting the child's blood! Frank suddenly realized what he was doing. The boy had stopped screaming and struggling long ago. He let go of his servant's neck, pulled his cock out and undid the bound wrists, but there was no more sign of life from the child. The sheets were stained with liquid passion of sweat and sperm from both master and servant, and ruby blood from the servant alone. At least the boy experienced orgasmic pleasure just before he died. Frank started to sob, tears streaming down as he beheld what he had done to his faithful servant as the body lay lifelessly. He, still shivering, touched the boy's body. It was still warm, but he knew it would get colder soon. He wringed the ruby ring from his finger. Looking deep into the depths of the gem, he whispered to it in his pain: "Why didn't you stop me?" He flung the ring weakly into the far end of the room, but it somehow landed on the soft cushion of a chair, not even chipped. "Damn you Bob!" he screamed as he noticed the dark shadow of a curse fly out of him and leave the room. He hunted around his room for a piece of oak. Quickly carving it with a steel knife into a relatively sharp stake, he knelt beside the bed, next to the body, and, in his tears, drove the stake into his chest, planning to stab himself two more times after that to complete the job, for surely he was now grey.
The stake smashed into a thousand splinters upon contact with his skin, and didn't even make a scratch. He was bewildered, then touched the silver necklace that still hung round the boy's bloody neck. He felt no pain. He wondered why. Then... Potion opened his eyes and looked about. There was a searing pain in his neck, but it quickly faded. The wounds disappeared and he sat up. The blood that was still on his body was reabsorbed into the skin. He turned around to look at Frank. "Master?" he asked, innocent and sweet. He wasn't dead after all. Frank looked up, face streaked with tears, into the sleepy-looking face of his servant, alive and well. It couldn't be, but he accepted it. "Dear boy..." he sobbed, and getting onto the bed, he embraced the child, who sat, shivering with fear, as he had just experienced a death-dealing pain. Potion looked down on the bed, and noticed that there were blood stains. "I remember now. You bit me." he said as everything rushed back to him. He remembered the coldness that signaled his death. He knew that he wasn't supposed to be alive. "I am sorry, dearest. I'm so sorry..." Frank said as he rocked back and forth to comfort the boy. "I forgive you master." Potion said simply and sincerely. Frank, upon hearing this, reached down and grabbed the boy's face. They engaged in a passionate kiss as their tongues explored each other's mouth. They hugged tight as they did this, and Frank's hands explored the naked body his servant, now lover. He froze when he felt something sharp on his tongue that was not from his own mouth. He broke off the kiss, and examined the boy's mouth. His fears were confirmed as he saw two fangs among the boy's teeth. But this was strangely also good news. "What is it, master?" The boy asked. "Your teeth." Frank gasped. Potion felt them. They were much larger and somewhat sharper than normal. He didn't know how to react. Was this good or bad? "You are now like me." Frank said. "I know." Potion replied solemnly. They hugged again, then Frank smiled. "That may work out for the better." He said, as he noticed Potion rubbing his sore wrists. He made the boy lie on his back once again and lifted up the young legs. He saw the red hole there, with sign or rapid regeneration, but still having the signs of previous abuse. Frank grinned lecherously. "Let me pleasure you once again." Frank once again began to make love to the boy in earnest. Using the boy hard, he pumped in and out passionately. The boy squealed with pleasure. He wrapped his legs around his master and used his hands to draw Frank close for a kiss. Frank passionately kissed the boy he pleasured, then broke off and bit the boy's neck, gently this time, without drawing any blood. They made love a good while more before going to sleep. Just before he drifted off, Frank's well developed eyes caught his glittering ruby ring in the corner of the room. "So, you didn't fail me after all." He would put it back on in the morning.
Potion had lost little of his previous attitude. He still remained the shy, obedient servant he was then. Frank now drank the boy's sweet blood regularly, usually as he fondled and caressed, or made love to him. Potion does not mind, for his body now produces a rapid supply of blood to replace the blood lost, and there is no more pain, but a slight ticklish pleasure instead. Neither does he mind being a bottom for his master during sex (although they had sex only three more times after that night). He found it a privilege to be his master's main mate. Being bitten and drunk from while being butt-fucked was particularly pleasurable for Potion, as the sensations of pleasure were heightened, and made his orgasm more intense. Since Potion was now a vampire too, Frank decided to get the boy a ruby ring as well, which Potion thanked his master profusely for, and he wore it on his right hand's middle finger. They lived out the rest of their lives in the palace in luxury as Frank and Potion the pures.
Of course, all good things have to come to and end in this world, and soon the mighty vampire kingdom fell, ravaged by war, corruption, and attackers from the outside. As the palace eventually crumbled, the two lovers, master and servant, were separated, until...
Two vampires (part 2):
12th January 2002:
Hank was a retired commanding officer in the American Military. He had a muscular body, thick and hairy, and he was a redhead. He looked very young for his age despite the records, 70, or so they thought. It was unbelievable, and many asked him the secret of his youth, but he had no answer, so he just lamely said "plastic surgery" waved them off. Reaching his house, he threw off his uniform for the last time, turned on the air conditioning, and decided to slip into more comfortable clothing. He slipped a ring onto each of his fingers (thumbs not included), one of which had a ruby gem set in it. He stuffed his uniform into the laundry and collapsed onto his sofa, turning on the TV. He flipped through the envelopes of the mail. Nothing interesting. He was bored. And lonely. He decided it was time he got out and around the city. New York would be a good place to go to. Maybe have a peek into one of those gay bars or what. He fancied a nice young boy of 16, asian, smelling of a distinct fragrant oil...his heart gave a lurch as he remembered a child back 132 years ago. He smiled at the memory of the times they made love, the times he savored the boy's rich blood. Where the heck had that lad ended up?
"This is a gay bar pal. You don't find no women here." Greg, the bar's owner, said to a very drunk looking fellow who had lumbered in, looking for a 'nice pussy to fuck'. Greg only served people at the counter, and if people wanted the booze to be brought to their tables, he had only one helper. "A bay bar!" The asshole babbled. "Get the fuck out of here." Greg just said and the guy wandered out. As soon as he left, as couple of muscular studs entered. They chose a place to sit, and one of them, a bald guy with a mustache, got up and went to the counter. "Four beers, table fifteen." "What brand?" Greg asked. "Any." came the lazy reply, and the guy walked back to the table. "Hey, Polly!" Greg yelled into the room behind him. "Yesssss?" Asked a young oriental boy about 16 said in a sing-song manner as he poked his head out of the door. He had a jade bangle on his left arm, a silver necklace with a turquoise pendant capped all-round in quartz crystal, and a ruby ring on his right middle finger. There was a scent of essential oil emitting from him. He had a pale blue sleeveless shirt on, too wide that extra material flopped about on either side of his body, yet so short that his belly was exposed. He also wore a dark blue pair of extremely skimpy shorts, and wore sandals. "Four beers, any brand, table fifteen." "Any brand?" "Any brand." "Ok. Just hold on." Polly said and disappeared back into the room. He opened the lid of a secret compartment in his pendant, stuffed with sponge. He opened a bottle of essential oil, labeled 'Aqua mix'. He took great care to pour a small amount of the oil mix into the sponge. This was much better than last time, he thought, when there was no sponge. The oil leaked out easily and was too strong smelling, plus it didn't last long. Now it didn't leak out, the scent was lighter and it lasted much longer. He had used the same mix all his life, a recipe he had made himself with several herbs and plants from both the land and sea. When he was done, he closed the pendant's secret compartment, screwed the cap back on and got back to work. He randomly scooped up four bottles of beer from the fridge and set them on a plastic tray before making his way to table fifteen. He set down the brilliant green bottles on table fifteen and set a bottle in front of each customer. He could feel their eyes staring at him with perverse intentions. He smiled to himself, enjoying the sexual attention he was getting, though he never responded to it. Picking up the plastic tray, he began to make his way back to the room, but stopped and squeaked when he felt a sudden pain on his bottom. Some one had obviously pinched his butt. The whole bar seemed to laugh, but it was really only the four people on the table. He turned around and saw the bald man with the mustache smirking at him. His 'pincer' gestures with his left thumb and fore finger made it quite clear he was the culprit. Polly turned to look at his employer Greg, who just shrugged and got back to his own business. Polly turned back and smiled seductively at the man, who made a 'come here' gesture with his fingers, then spread his legs and patted the sitting space in between them. Playfully fingering the tray in his hands, Polly sat down on the space between the man's legs, as the stud wrapped one arm round his young, exposed belly. "Work here?" the guy asked as his friends grinned at the boy. Polly could smell his breath with ease and could tell he was quite a drinker. "Yes. Live here too. I have no where else to go, 'cause I'm an orphan." he answered, playing with the stupid tray which he wished he could let go off. "Put that thing on the table." the man said, and Polly relieved himself of having to hold the tray. "Yer name's Polly?" the stud asked as he rocked back and forth with Polly in his hands. This strongly reminded Polly of someone else. "Yea." "That's kinda' a girl's name, isn't it." "That's a name I gave myself. You wouldn't believe my real name." "Ok. Mine's Jeremy." said the stud. "Jeremy." Polly repeated. "You're a little cocksucker, aren't you. The only young guys like you who would work here are young twinks and fags." Jeremy said. Polly just giggled. "Have you ever had sex with a guy?" Jeremy asked. "Yes. Four times." "Woa. Who are the four lucky guys?" Jeremy asked, not really surprised that the boy had said 'yes' but stunned that he had said 'four times.'. "They're all the same guy." "Oh. So that makes a REALLY lucky guy." Polly giggled again. There was a pause, when all four studs were secretly drooling at the boy, fantasizing about fucking his young ass. Jeremy and Polly had a long playful make-out, kissing each other for awhile and exploring each other's mouth with their tongues, while Jeremy's hand also explored the young body before him. Jeremy felt something sharp in the boy's mouth, but thought nothing of it. "You have a nice ass." Jeremy said, breaking off, as he felt the boy's young buns through the shorts, vibrant with a springy youthful feel. "Thanks. That's what the other guy also thought." "What's his name?" "Why should I tell you? You'll probably just buy me from him then spend the whole day fucking my brains out. I would grant to you, though, it's not Greg." "Wanna go down on me?" Jeremy asked, getting increasingly horny upon hearing the boy talking about getting his 'brains fucked out'. "Naw. I gotta get back to work. Plus it's kinda embarrassing to do it out in public." "We could go out to a secluded spot. No one would see us. You would just love four studs playing with you. Two fucking your ass and mouth while the other two bring you off, won't you. You will just love our cocks. They're big and nice. So wha'ddaya say?" "Not really." "C'mon." Jeremy persuaded. The rest of the bar was getting interested in this little scene, and everyone was turning to look. "Ok. I'll make you a deal. If any one of you can beat me in and arm wrestle, even just one of you, I'll agree." Polly said. The four studs laughed. "Deal! We're gonna make you lose good and proper kid, then you're gonna take us up your ass you little slut!" Jeremy laughed, not believing how easy it was going to be for him and his friends to get their rocks off on this young kid. "See the guy in front of you, Polly?" Jeremy asked, pointing at one of his friends, who sat there with folded arms. "That's Sam. He's our strongest. He'll twist our arm and break it and tear it out of its joint. He's got the biggest dick too. He's guaranteed to stretch your little ass good, and when we're all done with you, the guy who did you four times is not gonna recognise your butt again. Heck. Whoever he is, his little weenie wouldn't be able to feel the walls of your ass when we're through with you." Jeremy boasted. By this time, the rest of the bar was silent and still. "Oh, really?" Polly asked, sounding dramatic. Sam placed his elbow on the table, and Polly (still sitting between Jeremy's legs) did the same. They held hands, and when Jeremy yelled, "GO!!!" the whole bar (including Greg) began cheering. But something peculiar was happening. Sam was straining and his face was turning red, but Polly was making little effort to keep the challenge tilting in his favour. Sam sweat profusely as he struggled against the boy's inhuman strength, but he eventually lost. Everyone was so pleasantly surprised that they cheered loudly. Polly did not seem to notice them. "No way." Jeremy whispered, looking at Sam, tired and worn out. Greg was in hysterics.
All the other three tried to win the arm wrestle, but all in vain. Polly had not even tried when it came to Sam. The other three lost so fast that it took awhile for them to realize it. A couple of others tried themselves out, but they all lost one after another. "How does that kid do it?" several guys asked Greg. "I have no idea." Greg replied in-between fits of laughter.
All the noise eventually died down, though no one actually left. Half an hour passed. Then a redheaded muscular guy came in, with eight rings, four on each hand, came in and asked for a bottle of booze. Greg served Hank on the counter. As he drained the bottle, Polly trotted out, wiping a glass with a tablecloth. It was his habit to walk up and down as he dried glasses. He looked up, saw Hank, and was so shocked that he dropped the glass, which crashed to the ground. "For God's sake, Polly be more careful next time! Now clean up!" Greg scolded, annoyed. Everyone, needless to say, was curious on what happened. Hank looked up at the boy, then looked back down at his bottle. Then, his eyes widened and he looked back up at Polly. "Potion!" He gasped. "Master!" Potion ran and jumped onto the counter, sitting on it, his left leg dangling off the table. Luckily, the bottle was well out of the way. Frank once again held the boy whom he had not seen for so long. "By golly it's been so long. I've waited all this time, hoping to see you once again master." Potion said, sniffing. He was beginning to cry. Frank fondled the boy and cooed into his ear. "132 years, to be exact." Frank said. Potion tried to laugh, but he just sobbed some more. Frank pulled him close and they kissed quickly. "You haven't changed one bit since I last saw you." Frank joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Master..." "Come, Potion. come live with me in my new place." "Yes." The two began to kiss again. Greg and everyone else was taking in all this with no clue. Here was a bar worker, sitting on the counter of his employer, kissing a person who was a complete stranger to them. The master and servant were together again, and this time they were not going to part. Their kisses grew more and more passionate, with Frank fondling the boy and attempting to remove the boy's clothes. But Potion broke off. "I think we have a few things to straighten out first." Potion turned around to look at Greg. "Gee, Polly. What's all this about?" "Sorry, Greg. I guess I'm leaving from here." "Eh?" "I'll take it over from here pal. Don't worry about the kid." Frank said. "Well, ok. Just take good care of Polly now." Greg agreed, still confused. "Your name's Polly now?" Frank asked, smiling. "No. That was a cover name. I can't run around with a name like 'Potion' master." "I know. I have a new name too, but it's permanent. I'm now Hank. Of course, I don't think that would matter much to you since you're always calling me master." Frank commented. Potion giggled. "I haven't tasted your blood for so long." Hank said. He pushed aside the fabric on one side of his servant's clothing and bit his neck, sucking the blood from the artery once again, like he had done so long ago, while caressing Potion's exposed thighs. The boy just solemnly put a hand on his master's shoulder, and when he was done, Hank let go and the wound closed quickly. Hank effortlessly lifted up the boy who, like him, had not aged a single day since 132 years ago, and carried him like a baby to his car.
"Nice place you have here." was the first thing that came out of Potion's mouth as he took in the view of his master's new house. It was neat and modern, with pleasantly painted walls...Potion smiled as memories of the old palace flooded him. This humble house was, to him, as magnificent as that castle, and the temperature of the air-conditioning was the same as the castle. Hank was busy down all the curtains of each and every window in the house to keep snoops out, then he grabbed his servant from behind and, turning him around, kissed him full on the lips. The kisses grew more passionate and they soon tugged at each other's clothing. Hank considered doing it with the child on the sofa, but decided that since this was as good as a celebration of their reunion, that it was best he made love to the kid in the traditional place: on the bed. He plopped the boy down onto the bed, and hopped on himself they engaged in more passionate kisses, and Hank removed both their clothing. He broke off and admired the sweet naked body of Potion laying seductively before him. The boy had not even tanned slightly. Skin still fair and sweet to look at, glowing in the afternoon sunlight. He lifted the ankles of the boy to rest on his shoulders. Lowering himself down in front of the little anus, puckered as if it had never been touched once ever, lying between the now eternally perfectly round buns of the boy's buttocks, he started to rim it with his tongue. The young asshole was nice and clean, and he pushed his tongue in with quite a bit of force. "Oh! Master!!!" The boy wailed in ecstasy, his cries ringing high and clear into the air as he felt his master's tongue working its intensely pleasurable and erotic exercise in his little love hole once again. He recognised the sensation, yet, due to so many years of its absence, it felt so new! Hank then remembered a trick he had performed on this young (old?) teen squirming before him in pleasure. He reached up in front of him, and pressed the belly of the servant. Potion jerked and tried to move away from the ticklish sensation, then he started screaming and laughing uncontrollably as his master, still vigorously rimming his little love gate, started to tickle him playfully and mercilessly at his most hopelessly sensitive spots: his ribs and belly. Potion may have had gained superhuman strength in his metamorphosis into a vampire, but he was still helpless in the grip of his master, who would always be stronger. He could not get away, and he started to cry from laughing too much. Hank decided to send a trio of sensations upon his bewildered servant. He rimmed with his tongue, holding the boy down and tickling him with his left hand, and his right hand, which also played a part in keeping the boy his prisoner, reached further up and began to tease the boy's nipples with is fingernails and pinching actions. Potion found this tri-sensation of pleasure almost to much to stand, and it threatened to melt his nerves into a liquid not unlike the one boiling up deep in his unnaturally youthful loins. As for Hank, there were few pleasures greater than that of seeing his young servant and boy-lover squirming erotically and helplessly in his grasp. His own cock was hard as an iron rod, and it was damp with precum drooling down slightly at his head. Then, Potion spontaneously climaxed. It was expected that he couldn't take much more, and surge of white, pearly, boy-passion squirted out in large arcs all over himself. The boy spasmed up to 23 times, and there was an unbelievable torrent of cum spurting from each release. Hank let off from all three actions. He stared at the semen-drenched belly of his servant. He had never seen so much cum fly from a mere teenager before, vampire or not. "When was the last time you had an orgasm?" Hank asked. "132 years ago." Potion answered with a smile. Hank put his right palm on a puddle of boy-juice on his servant's belly and began to spread it around absently. "You mean, you have remained so faithful to me that you had never orgasmed even once ever since I left you?" Hank asked amazed at the boy's discipline. He himself had had at least ten other lovers after Potion, in the military and elsewhere, and he also masturbated in his spare time. "Yes. If I remember correctly, yes." came the confirmation. Hank laughed then turned the boy over on his stomach, lying down on the bed. "I trust that we would not need lube or gentleness?" Hank asked. "Naw. I don't think we would, master." Potion replied. Hank shoved his large tool up the well saliva-lubricated love tunnel of the teen. Potion sighed in his ecstasy. There was no pain, no hurt, just pleasure. When his master exited his hole, it would close up and it would once again look like it was still virgin. Hank now lay down on the boy as he thrusted his spear into Potion's anus again and again. His pumping was hard, almost violent, and definitely bursting with passion as he made wild, desperate love to his servant. He lifted one young leg higher above the other with is hairy forearm to ease access to the tight rectum. After a few minutes, he turned the boy on his back and continued to fuck him in this now more agressive position. Potion wrapped his legs around his manly superior in submissive glee, accepting each savage thrust with a sigh of growing pleasure as the huge cock rubbed against his prostate. Hank bent down to embrace the child as he pleasured him. They kissed passionately as well, and then Hank moved off, growled and bit the boy's now invincible, but still delicate looking shoulder, extracting the sweet blood from the boy, drinking and fucking with an abandon to his lust that was undeniable and pointless to resist. Potion was lost in his own word of ecstasy, floating in the arms of his master, each thrust of the penis that sodomized him sending waves of pleasure that lifted him higher and higher in his indescribable joy that the draining of his blood only seemed to enhance. They climaxed simultaneously, Hank roaring like a lion as surge after surge of his love washed deep into the teen's bowels, and Potion himself giving a boyish sigh as he thrusted his hips up into the air, the last rub against his prostate by the penis sending him happily over the edge. As their orgasms died down, Hank, panting like a dog, pulled out from his loverboy. Potion turned over on his stomach, trying hard to keep from drifting off to sleep. Hank looked down and saw the young anus was already regaining its normal size, the previously obscenely gaping hole slowly closing. The perfect asscheeks, golden and light, were streaked with white liquid that he easily distinguished as his own cum. He smiled and lay down with the now fast asleep Potion, taking an afternoon nap. Potion now lives permanently with Hank, content as ever. They take comfort in each other's company, Hank watching Potion scurry about and doing the household chores the way he did so long ago, only with the modern household conveniences, Potion content to serve his master both in and out of bed. They went almost everywhere together. And when they did, they held hands often, and the curious public would stare at them in wonder. As this generation passed, it went without doubt that they would have to also change their identities. But that was unimportant. The only thing that mattered greaty now was that they would never part again. The fondle and sappy rock back-and-forth sessions of the resting periods of the same time-table used 132 years ago for Potion's work were just as priceless as they were back then. Hank and his boy now had sex -no, 'made love' is the better phrase- much more often then they did previously, now almost every other day. And each time they did it, it would be as if they were doing it for the first time, for each time Potion's anus would still be tight as a virgin's, and each time would be just as passionate and erotic as the last, if not more. They now treasure each time they have sexual intercourse, for they feared, somewhere deep inside, that it would be the last chance they got to do so, though there was nothing they really needed to worry about now that they would be together, to watch the world go by for the rest of eternity.
The End.
That was my second attempt at an erotic story. I might write a sequel to this one, but until I do so, why don't you check out my other piece of work, done on Fri, 14 December 2001, 'Singapore Jewelry Boy'.
Chow!