Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2015 06:39:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: micah cooke <x_emoboi_x@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Boy's Gothic Tale chapter 5

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A Boy's Gothic Tale - Chapter Five


"If love proves real, then nothing can keep two people apart."



      Jordan felt a pair of slender almost hairless arms wrapped around him
almost protectively, as well, as a hard teen cock, by the feel of it,
pressed against his well-fucked, leaking, and dully aching hole as he
woke. His groggy, previously drugged and alcohol fueled mind struggled in
an attempt to remember the events of the previous night, since it was
obvious he was not in his dingy small room. The sheets felt much too
expensive, the scent of incense filled the unknown bedroom, and plus there
was someone in bed with him; no doubt, he had ended up at Liam or Carson's
house. None of his previous tricks from the park ever invited him to their
homes, after all who wanted caught with a way under-age thirteen-year
old. Yet it did not seem like one of his friends' bedrooms, so if not one
of his friends, maybe he met some other teen at the club, who invited him
to spend the night. He had gone out the night before to meet Liam and
Carson at THE DARK PRINCE nightclub, but once there everything turned into
a strange, erotic, almost dream-like nightmare after he arrived.
	Everything after smoking the "J" with his friends and their
drug-dealer, Snake seemed so dream-like. He vaguely remembered the
drug-dealers had planned on gang raping him there at the club. Snake, their
leader had given him a bootie bump and started to fuck him, when whatever
hallucinogens were in the "J" kicked in. He imagined an incredibly handsome
superhero teen not more than a year or two older rescuing him, who he then
seduced into having sex with him in the most fantastic, incredibly huge
bathtub. The sex with the beautiful teen ranked as one of the best fucks
ever in his life, and that said something.
	Alexei, yes that was it, Alexei, what an exotic name for a
superhero.  "Damn," he thought to himself, even the mere name of the hot
teen made him hard and dripping. Yet, he imaged having sex with another
four hot teens after Alexei finished with him. Then, he met Sorin, a name
now burned into his mind permanently. Fuck, the man was the hottest guy he
had ever seen in his life. He had wanted nothing more than be Sorin's
sexual slave for the rest of his life as soon as he laid eyes on him for
the first time. The man radiated sex, power, confidence, and desire; he was
a sexual god, and from what little he could glimpse seemed hung like a
stallion as well.
	While Sorin seemed interested in fucking the life out of him, he
choose instead another hot teen about his age, who looked like he liked his
sex incredibly rough. He led the other teen away to the sleeping area there
in the apartment, leaving him alone with another older hot teen. He watched
Sorin end up using the mysterious teen like a human fleshlight, while the
hot blonde sixteen-year old he was with, who had arrived with the other
boy, plowed him like a wild animal. The sex with him almost reminded Jordan
of the one time a couple of guys from the park smoked him out and paid him
a hundred bucks to watch him take their German Sherpard, it was that
intense of a fuck.
	After that, he did not remember a thing, damn whatever Snake gave
him really fucked up his memory, and gave him some wild
hallucinations. "Shit," he thought to himself that all the dreams or
hallucinations from the night before made him extra-ordinarily horny as
fuck. Jordan hoped, whoever was in bed spooning him enjoyed morning
sex. The mysterious teen's morning boner had him revved for some primo wake
up sex and he really did not want to go home with a major case of blue
balls.
	Jordan shifted, turning around to face the teen he was sleeping
with hoping he looked as hot as the guys he imaged the night before, but
knew that all that really mattered was that the teen buried his cock inside
him and blew his load deep. He started as soon as he saw the mysterious
teen, who just appeared waking up, opening his sea-green eyes, and smiling
at him. It was the boy Sorin had taken to bed and pounded the living crap
out of, while he took the older blond teen's cock. "Fuck," he thought, "did
everything really all happen last night as he imagined?"
	"Hi Jordan, did you sleep well?" The handsome pale teen about his
age asked him with a smile. "Tarquin really wore you out, so Sorin told him
to put you in bed with me," the mysterious teen grinned, brushing Jordan's
long hair out of the way. "I'm Jonas, in case you don't remember. You were
partying pretty hard with Sorin's staff last night, I know how it can be
trying to hang with experienced partiers," he said reaching down and
grasping the hard almost four-plus inch uncut cock. He leaned over to kiss
Jordan, pushing down the silk sheets and rolling over on top of Jordan.
	His cock throbbed in Jonas's hand, as he realized that at least
part of the night before had been real. Instinctively he wrapped his
slender arms around Jonas as they kissed, each trying to dominate the
tongue of the other. Finally, Jonas won the contest, before pulling; back
staring lustfully at Jordan pinned beneath him. His own horniness equaled
that of the larger teen dominating him.
	It surprised Jordan just how bruised, beaten, and welted Jonas's
body appeared in the morning light. The larger teen seemed to realize
Jordan's shock at the condition of his body, and knew Sorin expected him to
make sure the newest addition to his household accept it as normal and
pleasurable. He suspected Jordan already enjoyed rough sex, from what he
heard the night before with Tarquin. Also the lil' Goth slut did not get
soft like some other did when seeing his marked body, if anything he got a
little harder, though he seemed embarrassed by the fact.
	"It really isn't as bad as it looks dude," he smirked at
Jordan. "It's just another form of pleasurable sex is all; just a little
more intense, but feels just as good as a hard pounding," he said reaching
down and tapping Jordan's puffy hole. "I know you like it rough," he
giggled, causing Jordan to smile in reply.
	"Yeah, I guess I do," Jordan said, "just like you," he grinned
reaching out hesitantly touching one of Jonas's bruises. It surprised him
as he felt the larger teen's cock throb against his stomach and ooze a
large quantity of precum because of his touch. He wondered how it would
feel used like that during sex.
	"It's like running or swimming in sports, challenging you to push
past the pain barrier to reach to the "zone,"" Jonas said pausing briefly
as if remembering something. "Once there, you are free. You have gone
beyond what you thought possible. It is the most intense feeling ever,
especially when someone important in your life sees you prove you can do
better than you have previously."
	"You mean Sorin?" Jordan asked hesitantly fearing the answer,
guessing they were lovers or boyfriends, thus denying him the opportunity
to feel the handsome man fuck him.
	"Yes, but not in the way you think," chuckled Jonas. He always felt
surprised how just a mere taste of Sorin's blood, enabled him to sense the
emotions if not the actual thoughts of other humans. Jordan lusted after
Sorin, but feared Jonas's relationship would prevent his achieving his
goal. "Sorin is my Master, not my lover," he said reaching down to stroke
the smaller teen.
	Jordan moaned from Jonas's touch, "But I saw you two doing it last
night."
	Laughing the larger teen used his other hand to reach out and pinch
first one, then the other nipple making Jordan groan in pleasure. "I'm only
a slave; he chooses whoever he wishes to provide him pleasure," he smiled
leaning closer to the small teen's ear. "I think you want to give him
pleasure, don't you Jordan?" Jonas whispered seductively as he licked the
lil' Goth boy's ear, causing an intense shudder to flow through the smaller
boy's almost hairless body, before tugging lightly with his teeth on the
hoop earrings hanging from Jordan's ear.
	"Yes," Jordan huskily responded to the stimulation, giving voice to
his secret desires.
	"His Highness has highly cultivated tastes in pleasure as you can
see," Jonas whispered licking Jordan's other ear, while he took one of the
small teen's hands and guiding it over some welts and scars on his
back. "Are you willing to sample some of them to see if you might be worthy
of pleasures he can offer you?"
	Jordan swallowed hard knowing exactly what Jonas seemed to imply
with his question. He hated to admit to himself, but he sometimes wished
some of his previous tricks fucked him harder. This though was something
completely different, allowing someone actually to physically hurt him.
	"I...I'm not...sure," he replied hesitantly, not yet willing to go
all the way towards being beaten.
	"It's alright, not everyone is quite ready for that step towards
freedom," Jonas said giving him an understanding smile, yet it almost
seemed to contain a mocking challenge. Leaning down he kissed Jordan again
even more passionately as he twisted the young boy's hard, sensitive
nipples causing him to moan into his mouth.
	Panting in pleasure, Jordan pulled back looking lustfully at the
taller teen. "Freedom? What do you mean?" He asked as Jonas continued to
tease and twist his nipples. No one had ever really played with his tiny
nipples like this before. It drove him crazy with lust and desire for
Jonas.
	"When you allow yourself to acquiesce and yield to the desires and
will of others it becomes so simple," he explained, "You achieve total
freedom, because you place yourself completely in another's control
willingly and without hesitation," he explained, continuing his teasing and
priming the young boy for his nearing mounting. "Your only desire or need
is to give pleasure to your Master, nothing else matters because he loves
and cares for you. He wants nothing more than your love and devotion."
Jonas explained advancing his argument as he slowly worked to ensnare his
innocent prey, sucking on two fingers, wetting them before reaching down
and sliding them in the still cum-filled hole. He looked forward to feeling
the boy's fiery tunnel of pleasure impaled on his throbbing spear of
desire.
      His vampire masters may not have yet instilled him with their
physical strength to power fuck his fellow humans, but they had certainly
taught him to make himself felt and remembered, when recruiting others to
join them or luring humans to feed them. He might not be as forceful as
those who used Jordan the previous night, but his future roommate at Stoker
Academy would learn to yearn and beg for his dick every night he was not
learning to serve Sorin and the others at the club.
      Jonas sensed Jordan still trying to process what he told him about
serving his soon to be new vampire masters. He knew better than actually
begin the true training of the young teen himself, but a little rough play
never hurt in helping teach submission as well as sexual pleasure. He
suspected it would be Tarquin, who would begin Jordan's training, since the
small teen had already bonded with handsome vampire dungeon master during
his fuck.
      He gazed lustfully down at the pale, unblemished skin of the thirteen
year old beneath him. Jonas's cock throbbed at the thought of seeing the
smaller boy's once perfect skin, exquisitely marked, and bruised from
training in the torchlight of Sorin's private chamber. Jordan waiting
restrained, yearning for his Master, surrendering his soul in order to
pleasure his Dark Prince. The erotic scene in his mind drove him over the
edge, it was time to take what his Lord, and Master offered him.
      Reaching down Jonas forcefully grabbed the smaller teen's head,
before shoving his tongue deep inside his mouth. As his tongue dominated
and raped the small mouth, his fingers continued to do the same to Jordan's
hungry hole. Moans of incredible pleasure and lust seemed almost ripped
from deep inside the 4'5", 70 lbs. slender frame, as Jordan's body willing
surrendered to the fourteen-year old's domination.
      Jordan's body bucked against the invading fingers working his now
ravenous boy pussy. Never before in his life had one of the boys his age
had ever turned him on like this until the previous night. The teens he had
met the night before fed his secret and hidden desires unlike anyone
before. They knew what he yearned for, and were more than willing to give
it to him in spades. Jonas was more than right he knew, and though it
scared the hell out of him to surrender to those desires. However, if Jonas
was there with him to guide and mentor him, so he would be worthy of Sorin,
he was willing to try some of the things the older teen talked about as
they lay there in bed.
	Jonas's fingers tightened griping the young boy's long hair yanking
him back from the passionate kiss. Glaring at his prey fervidly, he twisted
Jordan's head forcing the smaller boy to turn his body, while still impaled
on the larger teen's fingers. "Yes," he moaned, as Jordan struggled to
comply with the stronger teen's wishes to turn onto his stomach. "Up,"
commanded Jonas as he withdrew his fingers from the warm boy cunt in front
of him. Slapping the pale, white bubble butt in front of him, just hard
enough to sting as it left a light pinkish handprint. He was pleased at how
quickly the boy assumed a doggie position. Such a natural, Jonas thought as
he knelt over his prize.
	Jordan shivered in ecstasy as he endeavored to turn his body, as
Jonas demanded of him. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to
obey the teen in bed with him. He wanted nothing more than to prove to
Jonas, his worthiness of him, in hopes the teen would tell Sorin, and then
the handsome man might consider fucking him. He whimpered as he felt the
fingers leave his ass, he hoped the teen's five and half inch uncut cock
would soon be quickly replacing them. Yet, instead of a cock, the smack of
Jonas's hand against his tender ass cheek was his reward. Had he not been
quick enough in responding to the stronger boy's desires? He arched his ass
up, offering it to Jonas, his master. Suddenly, a small, pure white,
fluffy, Persian kitten confronted him, poking him in the nose with its cold
wet nose. Its bright green eyes looked up adoringly at him, as Jonas pushed
his head down closer to the kitten's face, while at the same time slapping
his ass again, but this time slightly harder.  The sting of the smack made
him ooze precum, as he whimpered from the hit, but he then felt Jonas's
strong hand gently caress the smacked area. At the same time, the little
kitten nuzzled the smaller teen's face lovingly, as it began to purr in
affection. Jonas and the kitten seemed almost to alternative their actions
towards Jordan. Whenever Jonas spanked the smaller boy in front of him, the
kitten in turn rubbed and nuzzled against his face increasing the volume of
its purring, when Jonas caressed and rubbed his ass soothingly the small
white kitten batted him playfully, letting him know he had claws, but not
scratching him. If the thirteen-year old did not know any better, he would
have thought the two of them were working in concert.
	Jonas alternated between lightly spanking Jordan, just hard enough
to bring him pleasure and rubbing the warm ass cheeks, smoothing them. He
sensed Jordan's pleasure and desire to please him. It amused him how the
kitten, had hopped up on the bed looking for attention from the small
teen. Sorin told him, the kitten was to be Jordan's new pet and not to
interfere with it in anyway; otherwise, there would be consequences he
would not care for in anyway. He suspected the Prince had instructed the
kitten as to what he expected of it. It would not be the first time he had
seen the Prince make use of animals for his purposes, he still remembered
watching some man, who had tried to rape him the night he met Dark
Prince. Sorin summoned rats from the sewer to devour his rapist alive, it
was a terrifying, but exciting image forever burned in his mind
demonstrating the Prince's love and protection. He gave the Prince freely
that night, what the other tried to take forcefully. He was only ten, but
he understood the offer, and gladly accepted becoming his protector's
property.
	Jordan could not believe this was happening to him, at his ass a
handsome 5'6", pale white, but black and blue marked, 100 lbs. teen slave
boy alternated between spanking and teasing him into a sexual frenzy, while
at the other end of him a cute white kitten lavished him with love and
affection. He found himself almost tempted to look around for Rod Serling,
because it all seemed so absurd.  Finally, almost as if they were working
together they stopped at the same time.
	Kitten curled up in front of him on a pillow intently watching him,
but continuing to look like the most adorable ball of white fluff in the
world.  Jonas, started gently kissing his warm, slightly aching ass cheeks,
soon bathing them with his tongue, making him moan as the larger teen
worked his way towards his crack.
	"I think before we go any further, you get a small taste of the
pleasures to be had in our world," Jonas declared as he shifted from behind
Jordan, scooting towards his head. He pressed against a brick in the wall,
which in turn opened a small panel in the wall. He withdrew a pair of
leather wrist restraints and a couple of double-ended clips. "Well, are you
game? Or would you rather be a bit more vanilla in your play?" He paused
briefly smiling at Jordan, "I will understand if you aren't quite ready for
the world Sorin, the others and I inhabit, after all it is only for the
brave and the willing to experience," he said holding the restraints out
towards the small boy.
	Jordan understood the challenge Jonas offered him. If he accepted,
he stood a better chance of sex with Sorin, if he refused, Jonas would fuck
him, and that would be it. He would loose his shot at Sorin forever, having
proved unworthy of the man. He had before him a choice, which scared him to
no end, but he could not put it off. It was now or never. He swallowed hard
and yielded to the larger teen's offer. Jordan stretched out his skinny
arms, submitting to his master's desires.
	"You made the right choice," Jonas whispered to him, as he leaned
down kissing the smaller boy before fastening the restraints around his
wrists and clipping them together and then to the exquisite rot iron
headboard. "You may find it easier to hold on the bed frame," The larger
teen told him, as he moved down the bed. Sensually he caressed the smooth,
restrained body as he moved down the bed. Once back in place he adjusted
the smaller teen's slender, waif-like body, so his arms hung down keeping
him bent over in a doggie position.
      He shivered as Jonas spread his legs wide giving him easy access to
his boy pussy. Jordan had not felt this scared, since he began sneaking out
at night and working the park for sex a couple years back. It was not fear
of the pain, which scared him, but rather the unknown.
      He had no frame of reference to compare the situation he now found
himself. He always thought of himself as a streetwise person, because of
his years of working the local park for sex. He could recognize the
first-timers, the regulars, and the troublemakers, and understood how to
deal with each. A few rent boys, who also worked the park, even showed him
the tricks of the trade, so he would remain safe. Yet here he now found
himself bound to a relative stranger's bed, and from what he observed in
the room, he no longer was where he started the evening. He could panic,
hoping Jonas would actually free him or yield as Jonas suggested.
      Jordan took a deep breath, holding it briefly before slowly letting
it out, along with all the tensions and doubts that filled him. No matter
what happened to him, he decided to live with his original decision; he
surrendered his body to Jonas.
      Jonas smiled to himself as he sensed Jordan finally master his
emotions and feelings of dread, surrendering his body for his pleasure. He
found himself impressed at how quickly the smaller boy adjusted to the new
position he found himself. It excited him, making his cock throb and ooze
precum, how Jordan would appear in a couple of months. It would be exciting
to compete against him in the dungeon. He almost wished he could watch
Tarquin begin to train the young teen, but knew it might be a pipe dream.
      He knelt down behind the smaller teen, spreading the perfect, still
reddish-pinkish hairless globes of boy flesh. The marks from his hands were
fading slowly, returning the rounded cheeks back to their natural
paleness. Even though the hole still looked bruised and puffy from vicious
pounding of five vampire lovers, it called to him, offering unbelievable
pleasures for those willing to claim them. He lowered his head, extending
his tongue and began lapping at the puffy ridges leading to the fiery inner
core waiting to sheath his throbbing cock.
      "Oh Fuck!" moaned Jordan as he felt Jonas begin to rim him out. He
arched his back in an attempt to open fully up his ass. "YES...YES...OH
FUCK YES!" He squealed in delight, as Jonas spread his cheeks wider,
pushing his long probing tongue deep searching for the remains of the five
loads of delicious vampire semen buried deep inside the smaller boy.
      After spending many long minutes driving the small thirteen-year old
restrained in front of him into a mind-numbing ecstasy of pleasure, Jonas
pulled back to look at his work. The small hole he carefully prepared for
plundering now opened joyfully in anticipation, waiting for him to claim
his reward. The valley and outer edges of the puffy hole glistened with a
combination of salvia, leaking vampire cum, and Jordan's ass-juices. There
would be no need for any additional lube, an important lesson the small
teen needed to learn. Any additional lube for a slave, other than semen,
Sorin thought a wasted luxury unneeded. The small teen would be kept
constantly filled with so much cock and jizz, once his training began in
earnest. He would eventually consider additional lube more as a
distraction, than a necessity, very much as he had done.
      "Please...oh god...please...don't leave me hangin'," begged the still
slightly boyish-girlish voice.
      Jonas grinned savoring the pleas of still unchanged teen's voice. It
amused him Jordan would soon spend eternity trapped as a thirteen-year old,
who looked closer to ten or eleven. He on the other hand had made a bargain
with the Dark Prince, which would allow him to wait until he turned
eighteen for his change. Most of the Chosen of the Household generally
preferred their prey in their mid to late teens, though he suspected Simon,
the last Earl of Bridgewater, liked his younger because the young preteens
reminded him of his days at Eton, using First Formers for his pleasure. He
smiled to himself, remembering Simon telling Bat after the Frenzy in the
club, how Jordan reminded him of the young son of the Duke of Norfolk. The
boy evidently had an insatiable appetite for cock, while at school.
	"Oh? Is this what you want boy?" Jonas whispered, as he pushed
against the glistening opening with his rocket-like gland, teasing the
smaller boy, before pulling back. "It must not be what you really want as
much as you say you do," he chuckled, lightly flicking the hole with his
finger. "What would you do to have me slide inside," he giggled slowly
pushing the head just inside Jordan, holding it there briefly before
yanking out making the teen miss him, "like this, but I think you want a
lot more don't you, boy?"
	"YES...PLEASE...FUCK ME!" He pleaded desperately. "I NEED IT!
PLEASE FUCK ME! RAPE MY ASS! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" Jordan screamed out begging
in his need for a hard fucking by Jonas. He could not understand what had
come over him with this desire for sex. True he had always been a horny
boy, but his desire for sex now went beyond anything he had experienced
before in his young life.
	"Anything?" Jonas asked playfully, caressing and lightly tapping
the restrained teen's raised ass with his dick.
	Suddenly, in a moment of clarity through the fog of lust, Jordan
understood what the larger teen wanted of him. He had opened the door by
allowing his restraint by Jonas. Now he needed to make the decision to walk
through it. If he did walk through it and his initial fear made him decide
to turn around and exit, the door would be barred forever to him in the
future. He knew the loss of that world might prove too much for
him. However, if he walked through the door and stayed, his world would
change forever just as he would. He would be better for the change just as
Jonas promised him, he knew.
	"Yes, anything," he whispered, closing his eyes as tears ran down
his face. "Master."
	Jonas smiled knowing the small teen accepted his offer. He needed
to show the small teen his new place, but still make him feel content with
his choice.  "Well answered boy, but today is about pleasure, so do not
fear," he replied making an effort to ease Jordan's fears.
	He reached under the small teen, taking the still hard four-inches
of boy cock and stroking it causing him to arch his ass. He proceeded to
milk moans from the small pale teen, just as he milked his throbbing
boy-nail. Jordan's boyish-girlish voice almost seemed like music to his
ears, which in turn caused precum to flow from his own cock gathering in a
small pool beneath him. His expert technique kept the thirteen-year old
balanced on the edge of climax for what seemed like an eternity for
Jordan. As it became increasingly more and more difficult maintaining him
on the edge, Jonas began lightly spanking the pale ass cheeks.
	"Oh...oh...oh...OH...GOD...yes...Oh...FUCK...YES!" Jordan
panted. His excitement grew as the force of the larger teen's spanking
increased. All his previous experience with spanking had resulted from
punishments issued for misbehavior, but this, this was something else. Each
increasingly harder hit, made him throb harder than he thought possible. He
found himself arching his ass up in various positions ensuring maximum
impact for each strike of Jonas's hand.
       Whimpers of "Harder...harder...OH...FUCK...YES...HARDER!" Seemed to
pour from his mouth as the pleasure of his excitement grew in ways he
couldn't fathom. As his desperation to climax rose, he begged his "master"
for increasingly harder and harder smacks. He found himself wishing Jonas
would use something else to spank his ass, hoping it would allow him to
climax.
	"FUCK!" Suddenly he howled out in surprise and pleasure, as Jonas
slammed inside him suddenly forcing him forward against the headboard. His
steel hard cock throbbed, as a mini climax of precum shot out from his boy
toy as his "master" finally mounted him. Shudders of pleasure flowed
through his restrained body as the older teen's fuck tool settled deep
inside his hungry hole, briefly before withdrawing completely.
      He whimpered in desperation, as he realized Jonas seemed to have no
intention to slide back inside. "Please," he pleaded, as the hunger grew
within him. "Fuck me...PLEASE!" He pleaded, trying to force his ass back on
the five and half-inch teen spike just out of range. Tears of frustration
rolled down his face.
      Jonas smiled as he watched the restrained boy wiggle his ass in an
attempt to entice him back into fucking him. He wished he could use
Tarquin's Wanton Dildo Switch toy on the small boy; he would not really
hurt Jordan with exquisite the dildo whip, only tease him with light
stings, marking his beautiful pale hairless globes with alluring reddish
stripes, and when not working those magnificent ass cheeks with the leather
tails, burying the dildo handle up his ass. "Damn," he thought, he could
not wait to see the thirteen-year old tied to a St. Andrew's cross in the
"Camera interioara", where only very special clients/friends of the Dark
Prince were invited to sample some of the special young students of Stoker
Academy, being trained for service.
      He climbed off the bed, heading over towards his dresser and the
small ornately carved box sitting on top. As he moved away a panicked
Jordan called out, "Wait! You can't leave me like this! Please! Don't leave
me! I'll be better I PROMISE! PLEASE JONAS! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!" The small
teen's pleas made his fleshy tool throb with desire. Jordan was a natural
submissive, and it would be exciting seeing him trained to serve before the
Dark Prince claimed him as a Chosen.
      "I'm not leaving you, only getting something to increase the pleasure
for both of us," he laughed lightly. He opened the small box, rummaging
through the various pieces of penis jewelry, before finding exactly the
piece he wanted. The Prince forbid any of his human servants or slaves
permanent penis piercings, but he supplied them with penis jewelry, some of
which served as training pieces preventing slaves from ejaculating. He
fully intended to add his seed to the five loads of vampire already planted
deep inside Jordan, which were already beginning to make him sensitive to
their sexual needs. Mere touches of their fingers or lips would communicate
volumes of commands to his body making him do whatever they desired of him
sexually.
      The little drop of vampire blood the Prince gave him the first night
they spent together, allowed him a similar form of control, but not to the
same degree as a true vampire. His seed though would make the small teen
offer his ass and mouth to him whenever or wherever he desired. He planned
to use the small teen just as Lord Simon used him after the Prince turned
him over to the Chosen to play with the second night. Lord Simon loved to
make his prey wanton with desire, before using them as publically as
possible making himself look as though he were the one seduced by the
slutty boys and teens, not the other way around.
      Jonas thought the Prince Albert's wand piece with a gland ring would
be a perfect choice. A little something for both their pleasures, the
extended wire stimulated the bottom just as a real Prince Albert would,
while the gland ring both made his erection and gland harder and more
pronounced, which in turn made the head more sensitive. He sighed in
pleasure as he felt the three-inch shaft slip easily into his urethra. He
smiled to himself as he watched Jordan wantonly swish and rotate his ass
towards him attempting to lure him back to the bed to complete the fucking
he began minutes earlier. The whimpers and pleading aroused Jonas to no
end; it was time to show the small teen what he was capable of doing to his
boy cunt.
	He climbed up on the bed behind the restrained teen, making sure
Jordan couldn't see the penis piece he just put on, he wanted surprise his
lil' fuck toy. "Arch your back," he snapped playful at Jordan, slapping his
ass hard. "Arch it like the fuckin' fag you are Boy," he commanded with a
smile, as the teen complied instantly. Reaching down he spread the plump
still pinkish cheeks wide exposing his still puffy prize. He hocked a huge
glob of spit landing it perfectly in the center of the puffy ring he
prepared to claim as his own, at least for a while.
	Both boys shuddered as Jonas pushed just the head of his cock
inside Jordan. He held it there briefly, before beginning to ridge fuck the
restrained teen. He used powerful short in and out strokes attempting to
set fire to the already overly stimulated ring. He spent many long minutes
working Jordan's ass inflaming his own lust and desire as well. Copious
amounts of precum began flowing from his teen spike lubing the way in to
the fiery hole, while increasing the pleasurable sensations to his
gland. Sweat poured down his body as he worked to drive the small teen
insane with need.
	Drool cascaded out Jordan's gaping mouth, as animal-like grunts and
moans flowed non-stop from his throat. He surrendered himself to the
intense ridge fucking Jonas inflicted upon him. Never before in his life
could he remember his hole being used like this by another person. Deep
powerful plunges of large, thick cocks were one thing, he could take those
without any problem, but this, this was something completely new and
unknown to him. His ass was on fire with need, he could no longer form
words to beg Jonas to fuck him. The intense in and out strokes stripped him
of any ability even to think, all he had left was a burning hunger.
	Finally, Jonas couldn't hold back any longer, he pulled completely
out waiting almost a full minute before slamming fully back inside balls
deep. A loud slap echoed through the room as his balls slammed forcefully
and painfully against the plump teen ass being impaled. "FUCK YES!" Jonas
shouted in triumph, as he savored the incredible teen fuck tunnel he had
sheathed himself.
	Jordan's eyes rolled back as a guttural howl ripped from deep
inside his throat. His sweat-drenched body shivered in exquisite ecstasy as
the two teens joined as one. His muscles automatically began milking and
massaging the five and half-inch teen spike buried inside him.
	The nightclub was now empty, and Jonas, exhausted, slept peacefully
in his private room beneath the Dark Prince's penthouse apartment along
with Jordan, who also was worn out from his evening's adventures. Echoes of
Mozart's Lacrimosa reverberated through the dungeon from Sorin's private
crypt. Even the thick iron doors could not contain the strains of music
pumping from the hidden Bose speakers. The Chosen understood what the music
meant; the Dark Prince hungered for his lost love, Ambrus. Alexei and the
others knew Sorin had not yet fed, and the sun had risen. The Frenzy had
not sated his hunger, but rather enflamed it.
	A deathly silence briefly followed Lacrimosa, before Penderecki's
Passio et mors Domini nostri Iesu Christi secundum Lucam began playing
through speakers. The electric lights suddenly died throughout the dungeons
and crypts, as all the ancient torches lining the walls blazed to life
beneath the nightclub. The vampire household gathered in two lines
according to their rank on either side of the doorway and knelt with their
heads bowed, silent in fear of the Dark Prince's mood, waiting for his
appearance.
      The music did not bode well for whomever the Dark Prince decided to
take out his frustrations on in the coming hours. The silence was deafening
as the last strains of music finally died away, yet none dared move though
they had been kneeling for nearly two hours. As the magnificently engraved
iron doors slowly opened, they groaned in protest, Orff's "O Fortuna" from
Carmina Burana began blaring from inside the candle-lit crypt. Alexei and a
number of older members of the Household could not help, but shudder
understanding the true meaning of the choice in music.
	His Serene Highness Prince Sorin Bathory de Ecsed, Voivode of
Transylvania stood in the doorway of his crypt wearing nothing more than a
full floor-length black sable fur robe lined with blood-red silk. The glow
from his burning red eyes contrasted ominously with his pale white skin in
the flickering torchlight of the dungeon. His thick ten and half inch
rampant weapon proclaimed his need more clearly than any words could ever
do so. His ravenous hunger radiated from him like a bitter frost. Alexei
carefully looked up at his Master, noticing the Dark Prince had lengthened
his canines fully, now displaying them an inch over his lower lip, their
needle-like lethal points glistening in the flickering light. He had also
extended his fingernails into nearly half-inch razor-sharp points. There
would be no survivors; the only question in Alexei's mind was who the
sacrifice would be.
	"Alexei, rise and follow me," the deep baritone voice commanded,
before continuing past the kneeling vampire teen and down the line of his
Household members.
	Alexei rose and silently followed his Master fearing the worse,
that Sorin had detected some small faint trace of affection for the latest
Chosen, Jordan. Yet, he seemed surprised the Dark Prince had not ripped his
throat out and tore him limb from limb in front of the others as a
warning. He suspected maybe; his nearly nine hundred years of service might
have merited him his destruction in private by his Master. Instead of the
torture chamber, Sorin lead him towards the Catacombs, where the human
children found on the streets were kept, to become food or made into
vampire slaves.
       He understood at last what his Lord and Master intended, and for one
of the few times in his long life he pitied the children and what lay
ahead. It was not for his own death that he was there for, but rather, he
was there to bare witness to his Prince's despair over his lost love,
Ambrus and his newborn lust for Jordan, who was the reincarnation of the
long dead vampire lover of his Dark Prince.
       As they reached the door leading to the Catacombs, it opened
ominously as if it were a vast gaping mouth. Sorin began his descent into
the large chamber; the only sounds were occasional pitiful moans and cries
from the prisoners in their stone cells, as he glided silently down the
worn steps. A large torture rack stood in the middle of the room, on either
side were stone prison cells holding the boys carefully "rescued" from the
streets, most whom were new runways unfamiliar with how to survive of the
streets alone. Many were gay runaways, forced from their homes by bigoted
parents or guardians, who wished them death for their sinful ways.
       Sorin silently commanded him to remain at the upper door as a
guard. Alexei stood there looking down into the chamber, wondering whom his
Master would choose as his prey. A wooden door to one of the middle cells
opened, and he heard the cracking voice of a sixteen-year old boy from a
small town in Indiana, he had lured the boy here with promises of safety
and protection. He had hoped Sorin would turn him, so he could also lure
others to the club.
       The unfortunate shy teen had been caught blowing his best friend,
before being beaten by his stepfather and ordered from the house never to
return. He had managed to hitchhike across the country, until he had
reached the city. Here, he thought he might be able to live openly as a gay
teen, and not be judged. The boy named Trevor, had managed to do nothing
more sexually other than blow men for money. Alexei had offered him an
opportunity to get off the street and not have to sell himself for
money. He knew he could not keep that promise now.
       "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone anything, I swear! Please,
let me go, PLEASE!" He pleaded. "OH GOD! NO! PLEASE GOD NO!" He began
screaming, "NO! PLEASE DON'T! OH GOD NO!"
       Alexei watched frozen at the upper doorway, as Sorin easily carried
the struggling skinny, 5'9" teen out of the cell with one powerful hand
wrapped tightly around his throat. He deposited the frightened, coughing
teen on the rack, and soon had quickly restrained his arms in the metal
restraints, but left his legs free to kick about as he struggled helplessly
to free himself.
       The heavy, thick, wooden door closed with an echoing thud, sealing
the room from Alexei's view. Camille Saint-Saëns's Danse Macabre began
to play, it's eerie strains echoed through the high vaulted stone ceilings
of the chamber. Alexei's sensitive ears could hear all the sounds through
the massive wooden door, reminding him of another night long ago. "I'm
sorry Trevor, I never wanted this for you," he thought sadly, reaching out
touching the ancient oak door, before turning in silence away. He closed
his eyes beginning his long vigil. The Dark Prince's lust and hunger needed
feeding, it would many long hours before it was sated.
       "OH GOD! PLEASE NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! OH GOD PLEASE! NO!"
Howled Trevor realizing what was about to happen to him, as the black sable
robe slid from the Dark Prince's powerful shoulders and he mounted rack. As
easily, as one could bend a child's stuffed toy's legs back Sorin bent the
wailing teen's legs back exposing his virginal hole. "OH GOD! PLEASE! I'LL
SUCK YOU! DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE! HELP ME! SOMEONE! FOR
GOD'S SAKE! HELP! PLEASE! GOD NO! I'VE NEVER...OH GOD! NO! PLEASE DON'T!
DON'T FUCK ME!" Suddenly there was a powerful thrust forward.
       "OH GOD! YES!" Jordan squealed in delight not believing it possible
for Jonas to long dick him like the others from the previous night. It was
as if he were suddenly a completely new person pounding him, and he loved
the sex even more than he already did. He would definitely love to meet up
with him on a regular basis. He shivered in ecstasy as he felt Jonas's
strong fingers entwine themselves in his sweat-soaked long hair jerking his
head back as he pulled completely out before slamming in more forcefully
than before. He howled in rapture at the powerful thrust from his current
lover, he was in heaven.
       The scream could have shattered crystal, Sorin thought as he thrust
his steel-like spike lubed only with his desire into the virginal teen
below him, drinking the pain in as if it were a fine sweet Essencia wine
from Tokaj. His mind easily located Jonas in the boy's room below his own
apartments. Pleased with the fourteen-year old's accomplishment of getting
Jordan's will to yield to his, the vampire prince stroked the pleasure
center of Jonas's brain increasing the teen's lust.
       He could not contain himself as he gazed through Jonas's eyes at the
restrained Jordan waiting for his mounting. His will flowed into Jonas
possessing the young teen's body fully and he began to ravage Jordan's
small body with his need driving them both insane with lust. Deep in the
Catacombs of the castle-like building, Sorin's ancient, powerful body
bloodily raped the sixteen-year old teen beneath him. He did to Trevor what
he desired eventually do to Jordan before turning him. Making Jordan, his
long, lost lover, Ambrus, who finally after many long, lonely centuries was
at last returning to him. They would be finally as one again for all of
eternity.
       Tears rolled down Trevor's dirty face, as the most incredible pain
he could ever imagine wracked through his now broken body. His throat raw
from screaming could no longer make any human sounds. His will to resist
gone as this demon's penis tore his insides apart with each powerful thrust
inward. He could feel the blood running out from him, knowing he was
unlikely to survive what was happening to him, and would not wish to if he
miraculously did. He had laughed with his friends at the Goth kids at
school, who claimed they yearned for sweet oblivion, he understood them at
last and wished for it as well. The worse part of what was happening to him
was his own body's betrayal. His six-inch cock throbbed with need for
release, as the monster raped and tore at his skin with its fearsome
claws. His legs inexplicitly wrapped themselves around the waist of the
demon raping him, as if trying to encourage it to newer and higher heights
of pleasure.
       "OH FUCK! YES! SHIT! GONNA...CUM!" Wailed Jordan as his balls drew
up tight preparing to fire their load. He normally could take a pounding
for a while, but between Jonas's fucking style and the Prince Albert, he
did not realize the young teen had, he could not hold back much longer from
his climax. "MUTHA' FUCK! SHIT! YES!" Jordan screamed out, as he fired five
massive shots of spooge into the bed sheet below him, as his body shuddered
from the force of his orgasm.
       His battered balls shot their final load of his short life blasting
his chest, throat and face just as the demon's fangs ripped into his
throat. His pounding heart aiding the inhuman creature in its feeding off
his blood. As his life drained away, Trevor pictured his best friend,
Sean's face as sweet death began its embrace. As his body shuddered in the
last throes of death, before his mind crossed the final bridge in life to
the otherworld, Trevor felt the demon climax, flooding his ruined
insides. His throat gurgled unintelligently, as his body made a final last
attempt to communicate, but the last words, "I love you Sean," were never
heard by their intended.
       The only sounds in the vaulted chamber were the dying echoes of the
Danse Macabre and the pitiful cries and whimpers of nine other boys, who
had born witness to the Dark Prince's passion and lust. As he rose from his
place on the rack, the bloody, gore covered Sorin tossed the dead, broken,
sixteen-year old's body to the floor like a discarded toy, as another cell
door opened at his approach. A high-pitched scream of terror pierced
through the wooden door guarded by Alexei, as Mussorgsky's Night On Bald
Mountain began to play. Alexei knew at once that the Dark Prince decided to
sample David, the youngest at ten. The Voivode of Transylvania had just
begun; Alexei and the others of the Household would need to hunt long and
far that night to fill the Catacombs again. After all, they were never to
be empty by order of the Dark Prince.
       "DA!" Howled Jonas as he flooded Jordan's fuck tunnel with his
week's worth of semen. He collapsed panting breathlessly on top of the
still restrained Jordan. The Dark Prince had left him, and for once he was
glad, the passion and lust he had felt frightened him unlike anything he
had ever experienced before in his life. Strangely, though the Prince no
longer physically controlled him, his cock remained hard as he withdrew
it. He noticed the same was true for Jordan. He suspected his vampire
Master wasn't yet finished with either of them. The Dark Prince might not
physically control him any longer, but he was making sure his lust was felt
by both the teens. He scooted forward and removed Jordan from the
restraints holding him to the iron headboard.
       "Wow that was fucking amazing Jonas," a smiling Jordan exclaimed as
he passionately kissed the larger teen. "You certainly know how to fuck,"
he grinned, reaching down and stroking the still hard cock encased in the
penis jewelry. "I think we both want some more," he giggled scooting down
to kiss and lightly bite his nipples, before climbing on top of Jonas. He
grasped the hard, wet teen fuck tool aiming it at his hole. "Yeah we do,"
he sighed sliding down completely on his new friend's cock. Jordan could
not believe just how horny he was as he began to ride Jonas hard and
fast. Life was good he thought, as he lost himself in the passion of the
moment. He could do this forever.
       It was way past noon before Jordan and Jonas finally collapsed
exhausted by their energetic sexual exploits on the bed together. Their
bodies drained of energy, as well as semen. Jordan couldn't believe Jonas
had cum in him ten times, though it seemed obvious near the end there
wasn't much left coming out of the raw looking cock. His own last few
climaxes, nothing came out, he had only dry cum, being at completely
drained, something that never had happened before after experiencing his
very first wet climax just over a year or so before.
       The small white kitten curled up next to his naked, sweat-drenched
chest, purring contentedly as he lay spooned with Jonas. He thought it
funny, during their entire fuckfest, it never left the bed, but rather
positioned itself to watch him being rammed by Jonas no matter where they
fucked on the bed or in the room. The purring of the kitten and Jonas soft
breathing, lulled Jordan off to sleep as lonely strains of Bach played
through the room. He maybe a note to himself as sleep carried him of to
tell Jonas when he woke how much he enjoyed fucking to classical music. It
wasn't often he met someone his age that enjoyed that type of music.
       Alexei turned and knelt beside the doorway of the Catacombs as the
massive oaken door opened. The first sorrowful notes of "Crucifixus" from
Bach's Mass in B Minor announced the Dark Prince's hunger was at last
sated. Loneliness now radiated from his Lord and Master as he approached
the door. Sorin, blood soaked and splattered with gore from the lifeless
bodies in the Catacombs, once again wore his rich black sable robe. He no
longer displayed the marks of curse, his fangs and nails had once again
returned to normal. His eyes now sad were still red, not from hunger and
desire, but crying. Streaks of pale flesh were visible, through the blood
coating the Dark Prince's face.
       Sorin paused looking down at Alexei, his faithful servant, who was
almost a son to him. "I am," he stopped briefly, as he gathered control of
himself before continuing, "I am sorry for...you made some very good
choices for the Household, I am...I am sorry they have been wasted."
       "I exist to serve your Highness," Alexei answered acknowledging his
Lord and Master's apology.
       "You are ever the perfect servant Alexei," Sorin replied favoring
him with a sad smile. "Honor their service to me in this...this matter,
place them in the Crypt of Knights."
       "As you wish, Highness," Alexei nodded before rising to move the
lifeless bodies to rest among those who had fallen in service to His Serene
Highness Prince Sorin Bathory de Ecsed, Voivode of Transylvania.
       Alexei stood briefly watching the Dark Prince return to his private
crypt finally to begin his rest, before the night returned. He turned
slowly to survey the carnage left by his Master. Broken bodies lay strewn
through out the large chamber. A couple of the bodies lay like discarded
ragdolls at the entrances to their cells, while still others were lying in
the dark corners of the room as if trying to hide from their fate, and
there by the ancient torture rack lay the now forever lost Trevor. Silent
tears ran down Alexei's face. Slowly he descended to the Catacombs,
Mozart's Requiem began playing through entire building.



The End of Chapter Five of A Boy's Gothic Tale


I apologize to the many readers who followed the story of Jordan when I
began it a few years ago. A great number of things led me astray from the
storyline, recently several emails from reader, who had rediscovered the
story asked if I planned to continue it. After deep thought and reflection,
I decided to continue the story. Your comments and thoughts will help me
see if my efforts were worth it. I hope my faithful readers will have
enjoyed this latest chapter. Thanks again to all my readers for your
encouragement over the last few years. Be sure to check out my other
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