Undesirable: Chapter 5
TITLE: Undesirable (A vampire novel)
RATING: NC-17 (This chapter NC-17)
GENRE: Porn with plot -- heavy on the plot. Action/adventure, some black humor, some romance.
PAIRINGS: George x everyone. Mostly Slash, some het, three and moresomes. Vampire sex.
WARNINGS: (this chapter) Non-con.
WORD COUNT: 4082
CHAPTER FIVE
I was paralyzed one foot on soft, cream-colored carpet, one chilling on the closet's hardwood floor, my hand still rigidly clasped the knob. I knew that my clothes might as well have been a thousand miles away.
It wasn't just fear that held me there. I really couldn't move. I was utterly frozen. In my head I felt that strange squirmy sensation and knew one of the vampires poking around.
"Going somewhere, little mouse?" That was Lord Jeffrey's voice, condescendingly sweet and dripping with patient humor. "Not liking the show?"
Well, of course, I wasn't.
I found my voice. "I… I was told I could leave - I thought you were done." I could still wince and I did, squinching my face up tight against a blow from behind.
"So you decided to sneak out when our backs were turned."
"No! I mean yes, but, I didn't want to disturb… you seemed… uh… busy?" I didn't even have to see his face to know he wasn't remotely placated. "I'll go back to the couch now... sir. Lord. Sir." I couldn't go back to the couch. I couldn't move at all. No matter how I thought at my muscles they remained utterly fixed.
"Come here," said Jeffrey after too long a moment.
I spun around on my heel and walked back to the bed in a completely normal fashion. In that moment I could understand perfectly why the Coup of 82 was so successful and so bloodless. I hate to rely on the overused marionette metaphor, but it was indeed like someone else was at the controls of my body. I tried to make myself lurch like a zombie, or in some way show that I was at least fighting Lord Jeffrey's control, but my body didn't respond to anything I was telling it. I had control over my head, but that was all.
"If you don't like just watching, perhaps you would enjoy joining in more?"
Jesus fuck no.
Tina, still straddling Ron, turned to look at me over her shoulder. Her lips parted a bit and her teeth, perfect and white, stood out in a double row as she hissed in a breath. I licked my own lips as I scanned down the curve of her back and noticed the dimpling of her spine and way her hips filled out. I then felt guilty. She was as trapped in this situation as I was. Would she grit her teeth in distaste while she rode me? Would she fake it like a good hooker, all smiles and breathy groans, then click her tongue in disgust when I was gone?
And I noticed Ron, a bit sweatier, cocking his head my way. Somehow he looked more vulnerable than he had moments ago, as if the throws of his orgasm had left him disarmed and shaken. Would the vampires demand he shake off the afterglow and go down on me? What must it be like to have to offer up sex to a complete stranger like some street corner whore giving blowjobs for crack money?
Then there was Lord Marc looking mildly irritated. He lay curled on his side across the width of the bed, one hand still absentmindedly petting Tina's thigh, the other used to prop up his head. As a specimen of manhood he was impressive, a body builder type, muscles bulging across his arms and legs, and the meticulously shaved expanse of his belly. The Polynesian tattoo was dark and sharp against his chest, looking both cool and intimidating. I couldn't help but stare at his hairless groin and notice that he was quite, quite aroused. The curl of his hips made judging the length of his uncut cock difficult, but it certainly couldn't have been any shorter than my own, and it was alarmingly thick. Scary as he was, though, he wasn't running this show. So far every order had come from Lord Jeffery.
Perhaps because I was scared to meet his face, I avoided looking at Lord Jeffrey as long as I could. But as I reached the bed and started to climb onto it, I felt him yank my mental chains again, and I was forced to turn my head. The vampire stood next to the headboard, leaning against the dark wood, one hand propped on the jut of his hip, legs casually crossed at the ankles. Undressed, he was a good deal slimmer than either Ron or Marc, narrow hipped and chested, with legs that seemed to go on and on with little tapering. His muscles were more suggestions than outright defined, giving him a willowy femininity. There was even the suggestion of a waist. The female illusion fell apart at the groin where his cock, like the rest of him, hung slim and long, gravity dragging its length floorward despite the erection.
His expression was pure toothy glee, thoroughly enjoying my discomfort and defiance. I would have been more comfortable if he'd been angry, since then he might have been malleable to groveling and apology. That indulgently smug, sadistic grin made me feel unclean.
I was so far over my head, I felt like I'd been catapulted back 12 years, all my adulthood stripped. Jim hadn't wanted to put me into therapy, but I could almost feel the PTSD forming.
"Oh now, that's no good," Lord Jeffrey tutted. He took his hand from his hip and drummed his fingers over his cheek. "I've already had you sour. Let's lose the grim attitude." His eyes narrowed.
There was the briefest flash of a headache, and for a second the room seemed to brighten, and then…
… I was fine.
Hey, more than fine. I was rocking! I was that ice cool dude in the action flick. The guy who can face down a hail of bullets without blinking and spit in the eye of the enemy. Vampires mad at me? Sheesh, like I care. About to get my skinny white ass raped? Whatever. They could pull out my fingernails, I wasn't going to talk. I was the man.
"You just brain washed me didn't you, dude," I said good naturedly. "That's an amazing trick."
Lord Jeffrey shrugged up his shoulder, and offered up an aw shucks you caught me smirk. "You seemed a bit insecure."
"So what do you want me to do now? Sleep with Tina?" I turned to look at her, not really noticing that Jeffrey was letting me pilot my own body again. "Hi," I said to her. "May I have this dance?" Man, I sounded so hip to my own ears.
Tina seemed to think the change in attitude a bit funny, because she stifled a hiccupping laugh behind the back of her hand. "That's up to Lord Jeffrey."
"Let's give him the full treatment, everyone gets a bit of him."
"Cool," I said. It seemed at that moment to be really neat idea. I didn't get why everyone laughed.
And then there was no time to really think about it. Hands were on me, pulling me down until I lay crosswise on the bed, my head resting on the crook of Marc's knee. I could feel Ron sort of awkwardly petting my feet and calves, as thought he really didn't know what he was doing. Lord Jeffery still stood to the side stroking himself absentmindedly, a fact that I found for some unknown reason insanely funny. Then my eyes caught on Tina again, as she climbed over my legs. "Care for a ride?" I bucked my hips suggestively, my mostly limp cock flapped against my thigh. But instead of climbing aboard she decided to tease me, her short pink fingertips lightly scraping over my stomach.
"May I?" Marc leaned over me, his fingers toying with my hair.
I thought maybe he was asking me for permission, but his eyes were on the host. "Of course!" Jeffrey replied with an indulgent chuckle. "Guests first."
I saw that migraine induced brightness for a second and my emotions jagged off into a new direction. Need.
Holy crap Marc was hot. He was a fucking Adonis. My breath caught in my throat, it seemed I couldn't seem to get enough air. I needed to get close to him, to kiss him, to touch and feel him. I wasn't gay, but I was gay for him. My cock hardened sweetly. I rolled over and crawled closer. He smelled sexy, musky and strong with an underlying complexity that demanded to be savored, reveled in, understood. I felt the urgent need to lick him, to trace all the muscles of his body with my tongue.
Marc seemed happy with my worship, pulling me up further so he could kiss me. I loved how easily he manipulated me into the position he needed, and I positively drowned in his lips, the taste of his kiss. The flavor of his mouth was a million shades of subtly. His tongue invaded me with such aching sweetness. My groin throbbed with pleasure, my balls felt that familiar tightness that comes when I'm really excited.
Marc broke the kiss. I leaned forward, trying to recapture his lips, get that ethereal pleasure back again, but he easily held me down. I looked down and understood, diving onto his cock, trying my hardest to take as much as I could.
It was my first gay experience, and I know I was clumsy as hell, my enthusiasm warring with my limitations. I had no way to gauge how much of his cock I could gobble down, and in my greed I tried to ram the whole thing in. My mind wanted to swallow it down to the balls, and work it with my whole throat. I wanted him to come in my stomach, fill up my hunger. For some reason I figured if I could get it all in, I'd achieve some complete satisfaction.
My body had other ideas and it wasn't more than a third of the way before it hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I moaned out my frustration and tried again. With some luck and effort I managed to straighten my neck so that the cock had a straighter shot down, but I still couldn't quite manage to deep throat him as much as I wanted.
"Good boy," Lord Marc was saying, "Take it, take it all. You want it."
I did, whole heartedly, but my eyes were tearing up with frustration. I found a rhythm, rocking my entire body back and forth, massaging his thick cock between my tongue and the roof of my mouth like a man whore, sucking noisily as hard as I could, the only thing souring the experience was way I gagged every third or fourth stroke. Unable to stop myself, I grabbed my own cock and started jacking off into my fist.
Other voices filtered into this tableau, but they didn’t mean that much to me. "Help him," Lord Jeffrey was saying, but not to me. I mostly ignored the way my knees were pushed around, or how my ass was lifted. I liked the fact that my thighs and buttocks were being stroked and rubbed, but it was largely a distraction from my oral fixation. I was so close to coming, I had to let go of my dick or I was liable to go off before I finished him. It was exquisite torture.
"Now," said Marc suddenly grabbing my hair and yanking my head away. I thought it meant he was going to come but apparently not. Instead he pulled me up and pushed me back so that I was kneeling, then grabbed me into a bear hug.
I was ludicrously horny and the last thing I wanted was a brotherly squeeze, so I struggled, trying to get down to the part I wanted most. "Hold still, hold," murmured Marc, nestling into my neck, then he bit.
Unlike the earlier bite, there was no sensation of shredding flesh or agonizing pain. Just a strange prickly heat. I gasped for breath and pushed my hands uselessly against his shoulders, instinctively trying to protect myself from the foreign act. It lasted to slow count of ten, and then Marc was nuzzling me, licking my throat.
"How is he?" asked Lord Jeffrey curiously.
"Oh dear god, he's not bad sour, but sweet he's prime. You've got yourself a commodity. I'm serious."
Lust addled I tried to push myself out of his embrace again, only to find myself being rocked back into someone else's shoulder. I rolled my head and looked up at Lord Jeffrey's narrow face, and saw his arm loop possessively around my chest. With a gentle hand he pushed my chin away, so that I was staring, strangely enough, at the closet. I'd left the door wide open, and for some reason the idea of freedom being so close left a pang in my heart.
Then I was being bitten again and I closed my eyes and concentrated on the wetness of his lips, and the slight burn-ache of his teeth penetrating my flesh. He only took me to the count of five, then withdrew with a couple delicate licks. "Bah, he's losing his sweetness too quickly. Let's take him all the way up and try again."
I saw white again. Just a pulsing flash of blindness, a blink and it's gone stab to my brain, and suddenly I wanted to get on with my gay experience. Lord Jeffrey's hands slid down my arms, over to my belly, then back up to my chest, first one nipple then the other got a brief but hard pinch, and I felt a line of pleasure race from my chest to my groin. My cock twitched.
"Would you like to be fucked," Lord Jeffrey whispered.
I nodded vigorously. Hell yeah. Invade me, degrade me, take me, make me do anything you want me to do. I was empty and I wanted to be filled and used and abused. And oh God this wasn't me. This wasn't anything like what I normally thought. The bastards were mindfucking me.
"You are in my brain," I said with the last shred of my sanity.
"Of course," Lord Jeffery replied, softly, soothingly. "I own you, little mouse. You are mine. I'm in every part of you."
I was pushed and pulled, positioned until I ended up on my knees with my cheek pressed against my forearm. I saw Ron and Tina out of the corner of my eye. The two had retreated to the head of the bed, sitting with their knees tucked up, backs pressed against the headboard. Somehow the tables were turned, I had become the entertainment, and they seemed to be quite comfortable enjoying the show.
The irony of having two incredibly hot people watching ordinary me get fucked made me laugh. It was like that internet joke - in Soviet Russia, porn watches you. Ron grinned back at me and I wondered if he understood what I was thinking.
I was goosed into remembering my place by a single slim, lube slicked finger. The smile disappeared off my face. I closed my eyes and concentrated inward, all my attention focused on the feel of Jeffrey's hands, soft but insistent, sliding up my flanks, curling inward, teasing the center. I was acutely aware of how unguarded and exposed I was. I listened to the obscene moist slapping of lube being massaged into me, and felt the prodding intrusion. The slight pang I felt had more to do with shock than actual pain.
I found my own cock with my free hand and started rubbing myself furiously. My half-hearted erection filled out nicely, and I groaned. For a moment I reached a balance, pleasure overriding the minor discomfort of being stretched. I let out my breath as the fingers withdrew. Jeffery's fingertips scraped down and then dug hard against the muscles of my inner thighs, pressing to the point of pain. I obediently spread my legs farther apart, and felt relief as the touch turned into a caress.
Breathing quickly, eyes tight and face squinched up against what was coming, I felt more than heard him shift his weight behind me. Sucking in my breath I readied myself, overwhelmed by a sense inevitability. This was where I was going to lose my anal virginity. Right here, right now, and there wasn't a thing in the world I could do about it. My mind teetered from excitement to fear and back. I wanted what was coming and more than just an academic, let's-see-what-the-fuss-is-about kind of way. But it wasn't the brazen need that Marc had thrust on me. I felt self-conscious, turned on and terrified, and I had to wonder if this was my natural reaction, or if Jeffery just preferred the shy virgin act.
I cried out with the first thrust, lifting my head off my arm and arching my neck back. My voice caught in the back of my throat and I held my breath, fighting the urge to scoot forward and relieve myself, not so much because it hurt (though it did quite a bit actually) but because it felt so bizarre.
"Relax, little mouse," murmured Jeffrey in that crazy in-my-head voice. "Work with me. You don't want this to be punishment do you?"
I shook my head.
"Well then, relax, enjoy."
I welcomed the migraine flash this time. The pressure in my skull grew intolerable for a fraction of a second before dying down. In its wake, all that was left was incredible pleasure. I bucked my hips in time with Jeffrey's movements, savoring the depth the man could achieve. Every slide ratcheted up my need, like some clockwork device. I worked my cock with my right hand, pulling, squeezing, milking myself in syncopation to the steady rhythmic thrusts. I bore down, pushing all my muscles as if I were lifting a tremendous weight, and then I reached the point of no return. The pleasure built behind my balls, and all I could do was fuck myself harder and rub, and rub, and rub.
At the last moment, Jeffrey shifted his hands from my hips to my chest and slipped his cock out. My orgasm was inevitable and I keened at the loss, but didn't resist as he pulled me upright, my back against his chest. He bit just as I began to shoot my load messily across the cotton sheets. Right hand still occupied, I groped for some support with my left, only to find it being brought up swiftly to Marc's mouth. My thighs trembled, and I came for what seemed like forever but probably was no more than half a minute.
The pleasure died down swiftly, and I let go of my cock as the post-orgasmic sensitivity set in. The vampires still had me nestled between them, and even as I relaxed into the warm afterglow, they wouldn't let me fall to the mattress. Instead I leaned back and stared at a iridescent fleck on a column of high polished marble wall set between the large pained windows. The vampires smacked and slurped with grotesque abandon, and I wondered how much they'd drunk of me. Would I pass out soon from lack of blood?
The thought had barely completed itself when first Marc then Jeffrey pulled away.
"Absolutely delicious," murmured Jeffrey. Then he shifted, removing his support, allowing me to slide bonelessly to the mattress. "And to think he's been wasting away untasted for years. If not for my game, he could have been completely missed."
"You are going to win some major points for this one," said Marc.
"Aren't I just? Now give me a moment, I'll be right back."
Marc played with my hair while Jeffrey rose and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water. It seemed both soothing and final. A languid heaviness settled into my middle, while muscles all over my body ached from unaccustomed exercise.
My eyes lolled over to Tina and Ron again. Tina smiled then delicately dragged her teeth over her lower lip when she noticed my gaze. Her hand was buried between her tan thighs. As satiated as I was I couldn't help but feel a slight stirring of lust at the sight. It suddenly occurred to me that she had been there - the hottest, most sexually attractive woman I'd ever seen, naked in front of me -- and that I hadn't been watching, or even thinking of her the entire time I was being fucked. Maybe it was Jeffrey in my head. Maybe I was more bisexual than I gave credence. Either way it was odd.
As odd as the fact that apparently my being reamed was enough to excite her to masturbate. I must have been pretty good, which was flattering. Sadly I had nothing left for her. I let my eyes drift shut, waiting for the inevitable dismissal, when I could go back to my mundane life again.
Jeffrey emerged from the bathroom, clapping his hands against his thighs. "Well now, don't be going to sleep quite yet, mouse, we aren't done with you."
What? Oh hell no, he didn't mean -- My eyes flew open.
Tina was grinning. Ron was already hard.
"When I said everyone gets a bit of you tonight, I meant it."
I felt that familiar pressure, the flash of light, and that moment of lust I had looking at Tina swelled back into a monster. "Consider this making up for lost time," said Jeffery smugly.
Perhaps it was the power of vampirism, but they wrung another performance out of me. They had me go down on Tina first, something that was not remotely a chore, and I would have done on my own without their insistent meddling with my libido. I've been a convert to oral on women for a long time. I love the warmth, the delicate savor, rolling that soft-slick nub around my tongue. Flicking it back and forth. Something about the smell and sight hardens my cock every time. And it made my girlfriends really happy with me, which is a winning combo.
Tina seemed to think I was doing a good job, if I could trust her vocalizations. When she was good and ready, I slipped a finger in her the way my last girlfriend loved, and was pleased to feel the clenching that signaled her orgasm. I raised my head as her breathy cries died down, and was a little disconcerted to see Marc's shoulder blocking her face as he buried his head in the crook of her neck.
Then it was Ron's turn, but my mouth was tired, and even though the vampires pushed that button in me, blowing him just wasn't the same as blowing Marc earlier. My heart just wasn't in it. And apparently I did a shitty enough job that Ron, taking the first bit of initiative I'd seen out of either of the humans, decided to roll me over and take me from behind instead. I was a bit sore from earlier, but I was turned on enough not to really care. I jacked off into my hand while he bucked away, but wasn't anywhere near completion when he pulled out.
They finished me off by having me roll a condom on and finally have a go at Tina. I was allowed to lie on my back and just be passive for it, which was a good thing, because no amount of horniness was disguising the fact I was just plain tuckered out. Marathon sex is not as much fun as it sounds. No matter how willing I was, ultimately my body had other ideas. The come felt good, but no where near as spectacular as the first, and when it was over, I was done.
Not even the fact that Jeffrey and Marc were biting me again was enough to stave off my exhaustion. I just couldn't motivate myself to hold my eyes open anymore. I didn't care what Jeffery or Marc thought. Whatever plans they might have had for me they were just going to have execute while I slept.
They laid me down on the bed when they were done. "I don't think I've overeaten this badly in years," I heard Jeffrey say. "Whatever am I going to do with all this extra energy?"
"Congratulations on your find. That was spectacular."
And that was the last I remembered.
On to chapter 6
Back to chapter 4
A/N: No this isn't the end of the stroy: it's the beginning. The shit starts hitting the fan in chapter 6.
RATING: NC-17 (This chapter NC-17)
GENRE: Porn with plot -- heavy on the plot. Action/adventure, some black humor, some romance.
PAIRINGS: George x everyone. Mostly Slash, some het, three and moresomes. Vampire sex.
WARNINGS: (this chapter) Non-con.
WORD COUNT: 4082
CHAPTER FIVE
I was paralyzed one foot on soft, cream-colored carpet, one chilling on the closet's hardwood floor, my hand still rigidly clasped the knob. I knew that my clothes might as well have been a thousand miles away.
It wasn't just fear that held me there. I really couldn't move. I was utterly frozen. In my head I felt that strange squirmy sensation and knew one of the vampires poking around.
"Going somewhere, little mouse?" That was Lord Jeffrey's voice, condescendingly sweet and dripping with patient humor. "Not liking the show?"
Well, of course, I wasn't.
I found my voice. "I… I was told I could leave - I thought you were done." I could still wince and I did, squinching my face up tight against a blow from behind.
"So you decided to sneak out when our backs were turned."
"No! I mean yes, but, I didn't want to disturb… you seemed… uh… busy?" I didn't even have to see his face to know he wasn't remotely placated. "I'll go back to the couch now... sir. Lord. Sir." I couldn't go back to the couch. I couldn't move at all. No matter how I thought at my muscles they remained utterly fixed.
"Come here," said Jeffrey after too long a moment.
I spun around on my heel and walked back to the bed in a completely normal fashion. In that moment I could understand perfectly why the Coup of 82 was so successful and so bloodless. I hate to rely on the overused marionette metaphor, but it was indeed like someone else was at the controls of my body. I tried to make myself lurch like a zombie, or in some way show that I was at least fighting Lord Jeffrey's control, but my body didn't respond to anything I was telling it. I had control over my head, but that was all.
"If you don't like just watching, perhaps you would enjoy joining in more?"
Jesus fuck no.
Tina, still straddling Ron, turned to look at me over her shoulder. Her lips parted a bit and her teeth, perfect and white, stood out in a double row as she hissed in a breath. I licked my own lips as I scanned down the curve of her back and noticed the dimpling of her spine and way her hips filled out. I then felt guilty. She was as trapped in this situation as I was. Would she grit her teeth in distaste while she rode me? Would she fake it like a good hooker, all smiles and breathy groans, then click her tongue in disgust when I was gone?
And I noticed Ron, a bit sweatier, cocking his head my way. Somehow he looked more vulnerable than he had moments ago, as if the throws of his orgasm had left him disarmed and shaken. Would the vampires demand he shake off the afterglow and go down on me? What must it be like to have to offer up sex to a complete stranger like some street corner whore giving blowjobs for crack money?
Then there was Lord Marc looking mildly irritated. He lay curled on his side across the width of the bed, one hand still absentmindedly petting Tina's thigh, the other used to prop up his head. As a specimen of manhood he was impressive, a body builder type, muscles bulging across his arms and legs, and the meticulously shaved expanse of his belly. The Polynesian tattoo was dark and sharp against his chest, looking both cool and intimidating. I couldn't help but stare at his hairless groin and notice that he was quite, quite aroused. The curl of his hips made judging the length of his uncut cock difficult, but it certainly couldn't have been any shorter than my own, and it was alarmingly thick. Scary as he was, though, he wasn't running this show. So far every order had come from Lord Jeffery.
Perhaps because I was scared to meet his face, I avoided looking at Lord Jeffrey as long as I could. But as I reached the bed and started to climb onto it, I felt him yank my mental chains again, and I was forced to turn my head. The vampire stood next to the headboard, leaning against the dark wood, one hand propped on the jut of his hip, legs casually crossed at the ankles. Undressed, he was a good deal slimmer than either Ron or Marc, narrow hipped and chested, with legs that seemed to go on and on with little tapering. His muscles were more suggestions than outright defined, giving him a willowy femininity. There was even the suggestion of a waist. The female illusion fell apart at the groin where his cock, like the rest of him, hung slim and long, gravity dragging its length floorward despite the erection.
His expression was pure toothy glee, thoroughly enjoying my discomfort and defiance. I would have been more comfortable if he'd been angry, since then he might have been malleable to groveling and apology. That indulgently smug, sadistic grin made me feel unclean.
I was so far over my head, I felt like I'd been catapulted back 12 years, all my adulthood stripped. Jim hadn't wanted to put me into therapy, but I could almost feel the PTSD forming.
"Oh now, that's no good," Lord Jeffrey tutted. He took his hand from his hip and drummed his fingers over his cheek. "I've already had you sour. Let's lose the grim attitude." His eyes narrowed.
There was the briefest flash of a headache, and for a second the room seemed to brighten, and then…
… I was fine.
Hey, more than fine. I was rocking! I was that ice cool dude in the action flick. The guy who can face down a hail of bullets without blinking and spit in the eye of the enemy. Vampires mad at me? Sheesh, like I care. About to get my skinny white ass raped? Whatever. They could pull out my fingernails, I wasn't going to talk. I was the man.
"You just brain washed me didn't you, dude," I said good naturedly. "That's an amazing trick."
Lord Jeffrey shrugged up his shoulder, and offered up an aw shucks you caught me smirk. "You seemed a bit insecure."
"So what do you want me to do now? Sleep with Tina?" I turned to look at her, not really noticing that Jeffrey was letting me pilot my own body again. "Hi," I said to her. "May I have this dance?" Man, I sounded so hip to my own ears.
Tina seemed to think the change in attitude a bit funny, because she stifled a hiccupping laugh behind the back of her hand. "That's up to Lord Jeffrey."
"Let's give him the full treatment, everyone gets a bit of him."
"Cool," I said. It seemed at that moment to be really neat idea. I didn't get why everyone laughed.
And then there was no time to really think about it. Hands were on me, pulling me down until I lay crosswise on the bed, my head resting on the crook of Marc's knee. I could feel Ron sort of awkwardly petting my feet and calves, as thought he really didn't know what he was doing. Lord Jeffery still stood to the side stroking himself absentmindedly, a fact that I found for some unknown reason insanely funny. Then my eyes caught on Tina again, as she climbed over my legs. "Care for a ride?" I bucked my hips suggestively, my mostly limp cock flapped against my thigh. But instead of climbing aboard she decided to tease me, her short pink fingertips lightly scraping over my stomach.
"May I?" Marc leaned over me, his fingers toying with my hair.
I thought maybe he was asking me for permission, but his eyes were on the host. "Of course!" Jeffrey replied with an indulgent chuckle. "Guests first."
I saw that migraine induced brightness for a second and my emotions jagged off into a new direction. Need.
Holy crap Marc was hot. He was a fucking Adonis. My breath caught in my throat, it seemed I couldn't seem to get enough air. I needed to get close to him, to kiss him, to touch and feel him. I wasn't gay, but I was gay for him. My cock hardened sweetly. I rolled over and crawled closer. He smelled sexy, musky and strong with an underlying complexity that demanded to be savored, reveled in, understood. I felt the urgent need to lick him, to trace all the muscles of his body with my tongue.
Marc seemed happy with my worship, pulling me up further so he could kiss me. I loved how easily he manipulated me into the position he needed, and I positively drowned in his lips, the taste of his kiss. The flavor of his mouth was a million shades of subtly. His tongue invaded me with such aching sweetness. My groin throbbed with pleasure, my balls felt that familiar tightness that comes when I'm really excited.
Marc broke the kiss. I leaned forward, trying to recapture his lips, get that ethereal pleasure back again, but he easily held me down. I looked down and understood, diving onto his cock, trying my hardest to take as much as I could.
It was my first gay experience, and I know I was clumsy as hell, my enthusiasm warring with my limitations. I had no way to gauge how much of his cock I could gobble down, and in my greed I tried to ram the whole thing in. My mind wanted to swallow it down to the balls, and work it with my whole throat. I wanted him to come in my stomach, fill up my hunger. For some reason I figured if I could get it all in, I'd achieve some complete satisfaction.
My body had other ideas and it wasn't more than a third of the way before it hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I moaned out my frustration and tried again. With some luck and effort I managed to straighten my neck so that the cock had a straighter shot down, but I still couldn't quite manage to deep throat him as much as I wanted.
"Good boy," Lord Marc was saying, "Take it, take it all. You want it."
I did, whole heartedly, but my eyes were tearing up with frustration. I found a rhythm, rocking my entire body back and forth, massaging his thick cock between my tongue and the roof of my mouth like a man whore, sucking noisily as hard as I could, the only thing souring the experience was way I gagged every third or fourth stroke. Unable to stop myself, I grabbed my own cock and started jacking off into my fist.
Other voices filtered into this tableau, but they didn’t mean that much to me. "Help him," Lord Jeffrey was saying, but not to me. I mostly ignored the way my knees were pushed around, or how my ass was lifted. I liked the fact that my thighs and buttocks were being stroked and rubbed, but it was largely a distraction from my oral fixation. I was so close to coming, I had to let go of my dick or I was liable to go off before I finished him. It was exquisite torture.
"Now," said Marc suddenly grabbing my hair and yanking my head away. I thought it meant he was going to come but apparently not. Instead he pulled me up and pushed me back so that I was kneeling, then grabbed me into a bear hug.
I was ludicrously horny and the last thing I wanted was a brotherly squeeze, so I struggled, trying to get down to the part I wanted most. "Hold still, hold," murmured Marc, nestling into my neck, then he bit.
Unlike the earlier bite, there was no sensation of shredding flesh or agonizing pain. Just a strange prickly heat. I gasped for breath and pushed my hands uselessly against his shoulders, instinctively trying to protect myself from the foreign act. It lasted to slow count of ten, and then Marc was nuzzling me, licking my throat.
"How is he?" asked Lord Jeffrey curiously.
"Oh dear god, he's not bad sour, but sweet he's prime. You've got yourself a commodity. I'm serious."
Lust addled I tried to push myself out of his embrace again, only to find myself being rocked back into someone else's shoulder. I rolled my head and looked up at Lord Jeffrey's narrow face, and saw his arm loop possessively around my chest. With a gentle hand he pushed my chin away, so that I was staring, strangely enough, at the closet. I'd left the door wide open, and for some reason the idea of freedom being so close left a pang in my heart.
Then I was being bitten again and I closed my eyes and concentrated on the wetness of his lips, and the slight burn-ache of his teeth penetrating my flesh. He only took me to the count of five, then withdrew with a couple delicate licks. "Bah, he's losing his sweetness too quickly. Let's take him all the way up and try again."
I saw white again. Just a pulsing flash of blindness, a blink and it's gone stab to my brain, and suddenly I wanted to get on with my gay experience. Lord Jeffrey's hands slid down my arms, over to my belly, then back up to my chest, first one nipple then the other got a brief but hard pinch, and I felt a line of pleasure race from my chest to my groin. My cock twitched.
"Would you like to be fucked," Lord Jeffrey whispered.
I nodded vigorously. Hell yeah. Invade me, degrade me, take me, make me do anything you want me to do. I was empty and I wanted to be filled and used and abused. And oh God this wasn't me. This wasn't anything like what I normally thought. The bastards were mindfucking me.
"You are in my brain," I said with the last shred of my sanity.
"Of course," Lord Jeffery replied, softly, soothingly. "I own you, little mouse. You are mine. I'm in every part of you."
I was pushed and pulled, positioned until I ended up on my knees with my cheek pressed against my forearm. I saw Ron and Tina out of the corner of my eye. The two had retreated to the head of the bed, sitting with their knees tucked up, backs pressed against the headboard. Somehow the tables were turned, I had become the entertainment, and they seemed to be quite comfortable enjoying the show.
The irony of having two incredibly hot people watching ordinary me get fucked made me laugh. It was like that internet joke - in Soviet Russia, porn watches you. Ron grinned back at me and I wondered if he understood what I was thinking.
I was goosed into remembering my place by a single slim, lube slicked finger. The smile disappeared off my face. I closed my eyes and concentrated inward, all my attention focused on the feel of Jeffrey's hands, soft but insistent, sliding up my flanks, curling inward, teasing the center. I was acutely aware of how unguarded and exposed I was. I listened to the obscene moist slapping of lube being massaged into me, and felt the prodding intrusion. The slight pang I felt had more to do with shock than actual pain.
I found my own cock with my free hand and started rubbing myself furiously. My half-hearted erection filled out nicely, and I groaned. For a moment I reached a balance, pleasure overriding the minor discomfort of being stretched. I let out my breath as the fingers withdrew. Jeffery's fingertips scraped down and then dug hard against the muscles of my inner thighs, pressing to the point of pain. I obediently spread my legs farther apart, and felt relief as the touch turned into a caress.
Breathing quickly, eyes tight and face squinched up against what was coming, I felt more than heard him shift his weight behind me. Sucking in my breath I readied myself, overwhelmed by a sense inevitability. This was where I was going to lose my anal virginity. Right here, right now, and there wasn't a thing in the world I could do about it. My mind teetered from excitement to fear and back. I wanted what was coming and more than just an academic, let's-see-what-the-fuss-is-about kind of way. But it wasn't the brazen need that Marc had thrust on me. I felt self-conscious, turned on and terrified, and I had to wonder if this was my natural reaction, or if Jeffery just preferred the shy virgin act.
I cried out with the first thrust, lifting my head off my arm and arching my neck back. My voice caught in the back of my throat and I held my breath, fighting the urge to scoot forward and relieve myself, not so much because it hurt (though it did quite a bit actually) but because it felt so bizarre.
"Relax, little mouse," murmured Jeffrey in that crazy in-my-head voice. "Work with me. You don't want this to be punishment do you?"
I shook my head.
"Well then, relax, enjoy."
I welcomed the migraine flash this time. The pressure in my skull grew intolerable for a fraction of a second before dying down. In its wake, all that was left was incredible pleasure. I bucked my hips in time with Jeffrey's movements, savoring the depth the man could achieve. Every slide ratcheted up my need, like some clockwork device. I worked my cock with my right hand, pulling, squeezing, milking myself in syncopation to the steady rhythmic thrusts. I bore down, pushing all my muscles as if I were lifting a tremendous weight, and then I reached the point of no return. The pleasure built behind my balls, and all I could do was fuck myself harder and rub, and rub, and rub.
At the last moment, Jeffrey shifted his hands from my hips to my chest and slipped his cock out. My orgasm was inevitable and I keened at the loss, but didn't resist as he pulled me upright, my back against his chest. He bit just as I began to shoot my load messily across the cotton sheets. Right hand still occupied, I groped for some support with my left, only to find it being brought up swiftly to Marc's mouth. My thighs trembled, and I came for what seemed like forever but probably was no more than half a minute.
The pleasure died down swiftly, and I let go of my cock as the post-orgasmic sensitivity set in. The vampires still had me nestled between them, and even as I relaxed into the warm afterglow, they wouldn't let me fall to the mattress. Instead I leaned back and stared at a iridescent fleck on a column of high polished marble wall set between the large pained windows. The vampires smacked and slurped with grotesque abandon, and I wondered how much they'd drunk of me. Would I pass out soon from lack of blood?
The thought had barely completed itself when first Marc then Jeffrey pulled away.
"Absolutely delicious," murmured Jeffrey. Then he shifted, removing his support, allowing me to slide bonelessly to the mattress. "And to think he's been wasting away untasted for years. If not for my game, he could have been completely missed."
"You are going to win some major points for this one," said Marc.
"Aren't I just? Now give me a moment, I'll be right back."
Marc played with my hair while Jeffrey rose and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water. It seemed both soothing and final. A languid heaviness settled into my middle, while muscles all over my body ached from unaccustomed exercise.
My eyes lolled over to Tina and Ron again. Tina smiled then delicately dragged her teeth over her lower lip when she noticed my gaze. Her hand was buried between her tan thighs. As satiated as I was I couldn't help but feel a slight stirring of lust at the sight. It suddenly occurred to me that she had been there - the hottest, most sexually attractive woman I'd ever seen, naked in front of me -- and that I hadn't been watching, or even thinking of her the entire time I was being fucked. Maybe it was Jeffrey in my head. Maybe I was more bisexual than I gave credence. Either way it was odd.
As odd as the fact that apparently my being reamed was enough to excite her to masturbate. I must have been pretty good, which was flattering. Sadly I had nothing left for her. I let my eyes drift shut, waiting for the inevitable dismissal, when I could go back to my mundane life again.
Jeffrey emerged from the bathroom, clapping his hands against his thighs. "Well now, don't be going to sleep quite yet, mouse, we aren't done with you."
What? Oh hell no, he didn't mean -- My eyes flew open.
Tina was grinning. Ron was already hard.
"When I said everyone gets a bit of you tonight, I meant it."
I felt that familiar pressure, the flash of light, and that moment of lust I had looking at Tina swelled back into a monster. "Consider this making up for lost time," said Jeffery smugly.
Perhaps it was the power of vampirism, but they wrung another performance out of me. They had me go down on Tina first, something that was not remotely a chore, and I would have done on my own without their insistent meddling with my libido. I've been a convert to oral on women for a long time. I love the warmth, the delicate savor, rolling that soft-slick nub around my tongue. Flicking it back and forth. Something about the smell and sight hardens my cock every time. And it made my girlfriends really happy with me, which is a winning combo.
Tina seemed to think I was doing a good job, if I could trust her vocalizations. When she was good and ready, I slipped a finger in her the way my last girlfriend loved, and was pleased to feel the clenching that signaled her orgasm. I raised my head as her breathy cries died down, and was a little disconcerted to see Marc's shoulder blocking her face as he buried his head in the crook of her neck.
Then it was Ron's turn, but my mouth was tired, and even though the vampires pushed that button in me, blowing him just wasn't the same as blowing Marc earlier. My heart just wasn't in it. And apparently I did a shitty enough job that Ron, taking the first bit of initiative I'd seen out of either of the humans, decided to roll me over and take me from behind instead. I was a bit sore from earlier, but I was turned on enough not to really care. I jacked off into my hand while he bucked away, but wasn't anywhere near completion when he pulled out.
They finished me off by having me roll a condom on and finally have a go at Tina. I was allowed to lie on my back and just be passive for it, which was a good thing, because no amount of horniness was disguising the fact I was just plain tuckered out. Marathon sex is not as much fun as it sounds. No matter how willing I was, ultimately my body had other ideas. The come felt good, but no where near as spectacular as the first, and when it was over, I was done.
Not even the fact that Jeffrey and Marc were biting me again was enough to stave off my exhaustion. I just couldn't motivate myself to hold my eyes open anymore. I didn't care what Jeffery or Marc thought. Whatever plans they might have had for me they were just going to have execute while I slept.
They laid me down on the bed when they were done. "I don't think I've overeaten this badly in years," I heard Jeffrey say. "Whatever am I going to do with all this extra energy?"
"Congratulations on your find. That was spectacular."
And that was the last I remembered.
On to chapter 6
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A/N: No this isn't the end of the stroy: it's the beginning. The shit starts hitting the fan in chapter 6.