Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 07:42:28 +0000
From: Jimmy Fourteen Eighteen <silly_fellow@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two vampires

Warning: The following story is fiction. It never happened in real life.
This story may contain sex between teenage boys, a man and a teenage boy
and other male teens. The author does not necessarily encourage sex between
adults and children.  If you are underage, or this is illegal where you
are, it will be best you do not carry on reading this, and back out
immediately. If this kind of story turns you off, look for something else
to do.  If your looking for a story that has majority of the content being
that of a sexual nature, you're gonna be disappointed. In fact, there is
quite a bit to go before getting to the 'hot' parts. Nothing in this story
happened in real life. Period.

The author retains the copyright of this story.  Placing this story on a
commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of that
copyright.

Comments to <silly_fellow@hotmail.com>, (polite) critics, etc. will be
gratefully received and acknowledged where possible (though I hardly check
my mail).  Flamers will be ignored.

Note: This story had nothing in relation to my previous work, titled
'Singapore Jewelry Boy'. Except that the boy in this story is also Chinese.
I just love asian boys!

On the vampires of this story: Vampires are basically creatures that could
have been born vampires be made into one from any human/sentient being.
They grow larger-than-normal canine teeth, had awesome strength and
gymnastic abilities, and were more abundant in the days of the Middle Ages
compared to now. It is traditional for vampires to wear a lot of jewelry.
If not gold or silver, then copper or bronze. They were all usually
complete with gems. Blood was like a drug, alcohol and luxury food to them.
It was not essential for their survival, but they saw it as a delicacy. It
was as easy for a vampire to be addicted to blood as it was for a human to
liquor, cigarettes or drugs. There were the 'good' vampires, who turned
away from darkness to live a life of virtue, without blood or violence. The
evil or 'standard' vampires were those who had been addicted to blood. It
is very possible for a vampire to switch from one side to another.

Vampires are indeed allergic to a few things, as well as having certain
objects that increased their health and power.

Red gems, especially ruby, are highly prized by vampires as their red was
like blood. If a cup was made out of a red mineral, or the gem was dipped
into blood, the taste was enhanced and made for appealing to the liking and
taste of the drinker. A vampire putting a ruby under his/her tongue did so
if they drank their blood straight out from their victim rather than
drawing it into a container.  However, ruby that was worn by the virtuous
helped quench their thirst for blood without claiming victims, making their
lives happier and more free. It is traditional that if the vampire has the
luxury of time to do so, he/she would slowly lick the target area of the
body before biting it, and a victim only became a vampire if he/she was
drained of blood to the point of near-death, though without dying first,
and his/her blood was infected with ths saliva of a vampire. Next are the
three main classes of vampires, just keep in mind that the individual
vampire could switch from one class to another. The current class of a
vampire could be told simply by instinct.

The purest vampires were those who had never taken a life or a victim for
the sake of pleasure. As a reward for this, they were truly immortal and
invincible. They also do not age beyond that they want to: They can stop
aging if they feel like it. They were allergic to nothing, and could not be
killed. They could not even hurt or kill themselves. They only killed for
self-defense, war, and when it came to vengeance killing, they only killed
if it was serious enough a crime, and only attacked those directly
responsible for the act. Not their spouses, siblings, parents, children, or
innocent by-standers. However, once a vampire is no longer pure, he can
never be so again unless he underwent a purification/salvation process.

The neutral (grey) vampires either rarely killed for pleasure, or had
killed for the same reason and repented, in which case they would undergo
the purification process and become white if they continued to refrain from
pleasure killing.  They were allergic only to silver, being the metal of
purity and innocence.  Touching it caused them blisters or discomfort in
some form, and they were also allergic to oak, killed by being stabbed with
oak stakes three times in the heart.  They were capable of suicide and
could be killed (though with difficulty) by others, but they regenerate
relatively fast, and aged slowly.

The dark vampires were those who were all out violent, blood-lusting
creatures. They could be killed easily if done properly, capable of
suicide, and were allergic to a great many things. Direct sunlight, gold
(for it was symbolic for the sun), silver, oak (killed with one stab), and
the crucifix. They aged normally and were slow to regenerate. However, they
did not mind this vulnerability, for their love for blood was greater.
Vampires are not allergic to garlic. Whether they like it or not is a
question of preference.

If that is settled, we may carry on.

Two vampires (part 1):

1870 A.D:

  The castle of the night hung gloomily over the cloudy, stormy sky of an
early morning storm. Far below, a war was being fought. Frank the Pure, his
broad, manly shoulders, powerful muscular and hairy body, a war general for
the blood palace, was directing his soldiers against the werewolf army, his
short, wavy, orange hair uncovered by any helmet, his blue eyes flashing
with authority. The werewolves were usually friendly towards the vampires,
but this was a foreign batch who had been travelling in great numbers for
great distances, destroying all they met. It seemed like as soon as they
had stepped onto this mountain, their fate had been sealed as they met
their match. Slowly but surely, they were beaten back against swords of
steel and silver.  "Push on fellows! We are winning!" Frank roared. His
voice traveled up towards the castle fortress, where the luxurious interior
was always kept cool by natural thermals, kept bright with crystal
chandeliers and fires and candles. The vampire king, his majesty Aaron the
grey, wearing a gold crown, in scarlet and purple robes, with a thick gold
chain with ruby and garnet, opened a window, accompanied by his daughter,
Lagoon the Pure. Looking down, they saw Frank directing the battle.
"Indeed. Frank the Pure is a good soldier. His strategy in war has yet to
be beaten." King Aaron commented, his pupiless eyes bright with approval.
"He is handsome and strong. He is also impressive. I slept with him once,
and learnt that he is as powerful in bed as he is in the battlefield."
Lagoon added.  "Women are not his only fancy when it comes to lovemaking."
King Aaron said.  "And so we have all noticed. He has an eye for that young
gift the wizard emperor of the Orient gave to you. He has loved me, and
numerous subjects both male and female around the castle, and have you
noticed him lately? He is still not happy, and each time he casts his eyes
on the young boy who kneels next to you in court, he looks upon him more
than any of us, and as the boy looks down in his shyness, Frank's eyes
grown more longing by the second. How jealous I am, to think he would
prefer a colored boy to me!" Princess Lagoon huffed.  "What you have said
is true. The boy is like many of the servants here. He is not a vampire,
and yet he is no ordinary boy. He was an apprentice for a very famous and
powerful sorcerer in China's city of magicians, and took the opportunity to
master several forms of Chinese magic and develop his own born supernatural
gifts.  When the sorcerer passed away, the boy was taken into the wizard
emperor's custody, then presented to me as a gift of partnership. I have
lusted after him before, but I swear I have never touched him, and he is
still a virgin, for none have yet touched him. He still lives in his own
room, and serves no purpose other than to please my eyes and remind me of
my friendship with the Chinese emperor wizard. He eats little, and is easy
to look after. Perhaps I shall give him as a gift to Frank when he has won
my battle." And King Aaron, having said this, walked off to consider what
he had just said.

  "Frank the Pure. You have proven your value as a war general to me, and I
acknowledge you as the best war general who has ever been under my
service."  King Aaron announced, and the whole hall burst into applause as
the candles flickered. It was the feast being held that same afternoon to
celebrate the victory of the vampires over the hostile werewolves, and it
was grand indeed. Frank, dressed in his best clothing, grinned and bowed,
his eight rings, four on each hand, glittering brightly.  "Thank you your
majesty."  The applause died down as King Aaron opened his mouth to speak
once again after sipping from a goblet of wine.  "And as a reward and gift
of your long years of fine performance, I present to you, my gift from the
emperor of magic from China, an apprentice sorcerer in his time.  Yao shui,
in which 'yao' means 'medicine' and 'shui' means water, making his name
'potion'." Lagoon stood up to play her part. He approached Frank, and
handed him the medallion of fine royal service, and the gift scroll for his
official possession of the youth. The boy stood up at a gesture from the
royal hand, and when Lagoon had returned to her seat, he went to kneel
before the flabbergasted Frank, and took his right hand to kiss
gently. Frank stared at the 16-year old boy for what seemed like
eternity. Topless, golden skin, dressed in a simple, very skimpy, sky-blue
silk cloth that was tied loosely around his waist, looking up with deep
brown eyes, dark, moody and innocent, bowl-cut hair black as the hour
before dawn.  His body structure was youthful and somewhat muscular, but
somehow rather delicate and fragile looking. He wore a jade bangle on his
left arm, and a turquoise pendant capped all-roung with quartz crystal set
in silver on a silver chain round his neck, and the boy had the scent of
essential oil of the ocean mix emitting erotically from him. Frank gasped
and looked up at King Aaron, who had a suppressed lewd grin on his face.
"Thank you, thank you, your majesty. You are too kind." he said, bowing
several times.  "You deserve you personal servant. You have earned the
boy." The king carried on a long lecture before dismissing the royal court,
and Frank led the boy upstairs to his own room. All the boy's possessions
had been moved to the previously empty second bedroom of Frank's
apartment. The boy had little possessions, except various magical
artifacts, books, scrolls and ingredients that he had collected to practice
his talent. He was also expected to either join Frank in bed, or sleep on a
mat on the floor. Frank chose to take the boy to bed with him, but it was
still afternoon, so that was unimportant.  "What does my new master desire
from me?" Potion asked in flawless English which surprised Frank. Clearly
the boy had been well educated in their language.  "Well, first tell me
what you CAN do." Frank replied, gently lifting the boy's chin to make him
look up into his face.  "I can cook, tidy, clean, wash your clothes, mix
cocktails, and just about anything you need." he replied, looking back
down.  "Ok. But why so shy? It seems like you are going to spend quite some
time with me, you should be more sociable." Frank said. This caused the boy
to blush and smile sheepishly.  "Perhaps...?" he began, then stopped. Frank
didn't make him continue talking, but just knelt down and felt the boy all
over his body. The boy was timid, for he tensed up and shrank back at once.
"Be at ease. Relax, little one. I do not want us to be just master and
servant. Let us be friends too." Frank soothed. He loved the feel of the
boy's skin, his smooth buttocks covered by silk, bushing by his young
nipples with his rough thumb.  He played around with the boy in this
fashion for awhile, and the boy got more relaxed in the hold of this
strange man, caressing and fondling him, and relaxed his muscles, though he
did not expect more, and anticipated nothing. The boy did not know sexual
lust. Frank fondled the boy for awhile more, and then released and stood
up, grinning. But he couldn't just jump on the boy and have sex with him
without first establishing a firm relationship with him, not just in the
master-servant fashion, but also as a friend, before finally pushing it
farther, into the 'lover' relationship, and that was going to take time. He
thought for awhile, then decided to lay down a timetable for the child.
"So, you are called Yao Shui?" Frank asked.  "You pronounced it wrong,
master. But you can just call me Potion."  "Very well."  There was a pause,
then Frank got up and took charge.  "Well, first things first. Go sort out
your belongings, then clean my room.  After that, you can have some free
time until the time when the sun is halfway setting out the window there,
then you prepare dinner, then bathe and you can moon about until bedtime,
then you sleep with me on my bed. Breakfast will be served at..."

  When Frank finished, Potion began work immediately. Frank enjoyed
watching the obedient youth scurry about in his newfound duties, then left
to attend to something elsewhere. All work was done relatively fast, and
when Frank returned from his outing, he was surprised to see everything was
already done and neatly put away.  "You do your work well and fast. It is
apparent that you will serve me well." Frank said with a grin, and for the
first time, he saw a small, warm grateful smile spread over Potion's face.
"Come." Frank said, sitting on the bedside.  "Come sit on my lap."  The
time between the rest of the afternoon to sunset was spent with Potion
sitting on Frank's lap, wrapped in his strong, hairy arms, rocking gently
back and forth, as they chatted almost informally, casually, except that
Potion had this unchangeable habit of calling Frank 'master' despite
Frank's saying that it was not necessary, and the masculine vampire could
not help but shudder with pleasure each time the slightly effeminate boy
called him 'master'. Dinner was delicious, and Frank was quite impressed
with the way the food was done. They talked and chatted happily, almost as
if they were friends.  Frank smiled. His plan was progressing fast.

  Frank then went to the toilet, then exiting, took a bath in the pool. He
invited Potion to bathe with him, but the boy just hung his head and
blushed.  "Should I master? Shall I be obliged to do so?"  "Yes. I need my
servants to help clean me, you know. You can also clean yourself while you
are at it. It shall save more time."  The boy was convinced and stripped of
what little he had, slowly, modestly.  As the last unroll of his
waistcloth, Frank drew in his breath. The boy's buttocks were round and
full, and at once he felt his spear warrior rise and his testicles inflate
a little in their orange forest of hair. He had to command himself to think
of something else to hide his desire. The boy turned around, and Frank was
awarded a beautiful example of youthful boyhood. With little pubic hair,
the penis was small and flaccid, uncircumcised, the small eggs tucked
neatly behind and underneath.  They boy, face red as beet, cautiously
lowered himself into the bathing pool, that was big enough to more than
accommodate both of them.  Potion mixed the lukewarm water with soap and
fragrance oil, and took a sponge, but held it in midair, hesitant on what
to do. Then he finally thought it out and soaked the sponge, then as Frank
lazily sat there, leaning against the wall of the pool, Potion scrubbed
Frank's chest and arms gently, but firmly. He lowered the sponge under the
water, still scrubbing, but before he could reach the groin, Frank
interrupted and said, "Do my face and feet first.". Potion didn't know what
to make of this, so he just did as he was told. He took some soap and
applied it to a towel. Wiping Frank's face gently and avoiding the eyes, he
then rinsed the towel and used it to wipe off the soap on Frank's
face. Then he took up the sponge again and did each of his master's
feet. Moving up the shin's, the groin, buttocks, and finally around the
loins and genitalia. Franks moaned as his shaft rose despite
himself. Potion chose to ignore this and continued cleaning Frank's
testicles. When it came to Frank's penis, he rode the sponge and his hands
up and down the hard rod in such a way that he was unwittingly masturbating
Frank.  "is something wrong master?" Potion asked, worried by Franks'
groans. He did not understand how Frank's rod had increased in size, or
these moans that sounded ecstatic.  "No. No, it is great. Carry on..."
Frank said, then suddenly realized what he had said. Sitting up, he asked,
"I mean, you have finished with me already, haven't you?".  Potion was
startled, but nodded and said, "I think I have, master. Did I do something
wrong? I'm sorry master."  "No. It was my fault." Frank reassured. Then he
lunged forward and grabbed Potion. The boys gasped as he felt the rock hard
sex push against his groin, but he did not understand its meaning. All his
life all he knew was spirituality, magic, and the supernatural. He suddenly
feared that in the short time of service that he was already going to be
killed to satisfy his master's natural appetite for blood. Lust and sexual
pleasure were still complete strangers to him, though not for long.
Caressing the boy's naked body, Frank was careful to make no threatening
moves. The boy soon relaxed, and he felt more reassured when he saw that
one of his master's rings had a ruby. Frank said out loud, "You're a very
beautiful boy. Very cute."  Slowly, Frank reached for the sponge. He wet
Potion's hair with the water, and, still hugging to him, started to scrub
Potion's body all over. The boy presented no form of resistance as he
kneeled on the floor of the pool and took in the shock of his own master
cleaning him. When Frank had done the rest and arrived at the lad's ass, he
put aside the sponge and used his hands to clean the buns. Stroking them,
he was just raging with suppressed lust, and his weapon was leaking pre-cum
into the water. He rode his finger up and down the crack of the boy's
backside, and the servant squealed slightly and squirmed then he touched
the little puckered brown hole between the boy's asscheeks. Frank just
chuckled and made Potion sit on the side seats of the pool as he had done
earlier. Seizing the sponge once again, he began to scrub the boy's
genitalia. The boy, when cleaning himself, was used to quick wipes over
that area. Frank's scrubs were slow and deliberate in his attempts to teach
the boy a little about sexual pleasure. The boy sighed, his small cock
growing rapidly in size as Frank slowly -very slowly- stroked it with one
hand while he scrubbed it with the other, and he eventually began to thrust
forward. Then Potion jerked and gasped as the sponge rode over his tip,
with its red skin. His young penis, which had never experienced such a
sensation, gave a jump. He still did not understand.  "What...are...you
doing...to *gasp* me, master?" he asked fearfully as Frank continued to
play with him, the gasp in the sentence due to Frank touching his tip
again.  "Cleaning you." Frank replied. He abandoned the sponge completely
and began to pull at the boy's organ with both hands, but Potion pushed
away his hand.  "So intense. So new. Yet so wonderful a sensation." Potion
smiled, then blushed, but then his smiled faded and he shuddered. "You have
taught me something new, master. But I am afraid." Frank smiled at this,
but decided not to push his luck in the attempt to win the boy's trust. He
stopped playing with the boy and he and Potion climbed out of the
pool. Potion dried the both of them up, and they both got dressed. Frank
put on a bath robe, and Potion put aside his previous waistcloth for the
laundry, putting on a fresh lilac piece.

  They slept early that night. Frank had stripped off completely and now he
lay naked, but Potion still had his clothes on (though he still remained
topless). The boy was fast asleep, but Frank lay awake, caressing the boy's
young, clean body.  The boy shifted slightly in his sleep, responding
positively though unconsciously to the vampire's hand. Frank could no
longer stand it. He got out of bed, put on some clothes and exited the
entire castle (with a hard on all the way), in the open, cool night air, on
the side where the battle earlier had not been fought, so there were no
dead bodies lying around. Finding a good spot to sit on, he flung off his
clothing and began to masturbate. Pulling desperately at his circumcised
organ, he fantasized about his new servant whom he had dreamed about for so
long. It took a few minutes of slightly violent pumping to ejaculate a long
stream of white hot liquid passion onto the grass in front of him. He
basked in the afterglow of his orgasm for about half a minute, then when he
was halfway through putting on his clothing...  "Master?" came Potion's
voice, young and sweet, ringing out with urgency and curiousity. Frank
jumped and threw on the rest of his clothing in panic.  "Master..." Potion
panted as he ran to Frank's side. When he finally arrived, he was sweaty
and panting.  "My apologies, master. I was worried." came the boy's sincere
tone. Frank felt guilty at having abandoned the boy to run up and down in
search for his missing master as soon as he realized he was missing.  "It's
not your fault. I wanted to be alone anyway." Frank answered.  "...Oh."
Came the reply.  "How did you know I was here?" Frank asked.  "It's a trick
I learned from my sorcerer teacher, on how to locate people quickly."
Potion answered.  "Why were you putting on clothes out in the open?" Potion
asked innocently.  Frank had no answer to give, so instead he gave a fairly
convincing laugh and replied, "Does my servant question me?"  Potion
dropped to his head in shame, but Frank just lifted him up and held Potion
aloft in his arms like a knight holds a princess, an effortless movement
due to the boy's lightness and the vampire's awesome strength. Potion
squeaked in surprise.  "It looks like we could both use a second bath, my
servant." he said, smiling. Potion smiled back, the question he had asked,
which his master did not answer, bothering him no more. Frank carried his
servant back and they took a second bath before they went to sleep
properly.

  The relationship between Potion and Frank went well. Frank seized the
opportunity to convert the boy to Christianity when it came, knowing full
well the King would not have done that on his own, so now he and his
servant would both be of identical religion. Potion was a good servant who
needed no prompting, threats or punishment, while Frank was a gentle master
(however, Potion still kept on his toes as he knew very well that his
vampire master could kill him painfully anytime he wanted, though he had
relaxed considerably). There was no repeat of the bath incident for some
time, although Potion was still obliged to clean Frank.  The boy was happy
and content to be Frank's servant, and it was likewise for Frank himself as
he saw the object of his sexual desire pass him to do his work for him
everyday, able to admire the young body of the wizard-boy without guilt or
fear of the King's noticing this. It went with no doubt that the Vampire
still ran his hands over a sleeping Potion when they were in bed every
night, and when Potion was actually awake, he offered no resistance and
just basked in the cozy sensation of his master's fondling hands, whether
in or out of bed. Potion had never felt more secure and safe in his entire
life compared to now, despite the small nagging at the back of his mind
that his life was still at the mercy of this very vampire he saw his
security in. It had yet to push beyond all that, however. Potion had yet to
have his cherry popped, or his young penis even touched with sexual
intentions again. He had conveniently forgotten about the pleasure of
having his penis fondled.  Potion had served only five months before the
fateful night.

  Potion was mixing a heavy alcoholic cocktail for Frank and some guests.
Finishing, Potion placed all the pewter goblets on a copper platter and
served it to Frank and his guests.  "A charming young one. He looks
delicious." Bob the dark, large and ugly, snickered as he eyed the body of
the boy. Potion was very well aware of the eyes upon his body from the
guests, but he just bowed solemnly and set down the platter, placing each
of the drinks in front of a guest, on the table which they were gathered
at.  "You do have a point at his beauty. But I hesitate to agree about how
he tastes." Frank replied seriously, his previously light mood cut off
abruptly. As Potion, picking up the empty tray, attempted to leave and
retreat into the kitchen, Bob grabbed his right wrist, drawing a fearful
gasp from the boy. His job was more dangerous than he thought. Bob slowly
licked the index finger of his hand, and Potion knew what was about to
come, and winced, waiting for the bite. Glenn the Neutral stopped Bob with
a hit on his back just as his fangs were about to nip the finger.  "Not
without permission from his master." They all turned to look at Frank, who
just shook his head. Growling and grumbling, Bob let go of the boy's
wrist. Potion fled into the kitchen, thanking his new God that he was still
unhurt.  "I was merely going to draw a drop. Surely you know that a wound
to draw a drop is not even going to be considered an injury." Bob protested
as soon as he knew that the boy was out of hearing range.  "I know the
power of the love of blood. One drop would turn into two. Two will turn
into three. Soon, you would ask for a cupful, then, you will request the
boy's life." Frank shot back. "Besides, how big was a drop to you, my
friend, who has killed so many." he added.  "Really. My apologies, but he
is a mere servant." Bob tried to argue his case.  "To you. But I will be
able to find no other like him. He is precious and beautiful to me. I
desire him to remain alive." Frank replied.  "In that case. Have you taken
him?" Sumbernad the grey asked. Frank smiled with lust.  "No. He is still a
virgin. He does not even remotely know the pleasures of sex. He does not
understand it, for he only know that it is used for the bringing forth of
offspring, and does not expect pleasure from intercourse of any sort." he
admitted.  "Then, perhaps it is time you thought him." Bob said with a
grin. If you can't kill him, then at least pleasure him. Such beauty is not
to be wasted upon mere looking, touching and smelling. Pleasuring would be
a wise move.  "Indeed. For once, I take you're suggestion into account. I
may have sworn to myself not to kill him, but I am still his master, so can
do anything I want with him."  Frank agreed thoughtfully.  "We would love
to witness the rape of your youthful servant." Glenn the neutral said,
licking his lips. They were all having an erection by now, because they
appealed to the idea of sexual assault or forced sex.  "Alas. It will not
be rape. I will not rape the child. I will merely make love to him, and he
is shy. I think it is best you do not witness or watch."  Frank said
truthfully, then called out for Potion.  "Yes my master?" Potion had
crossed the huge room in a swift move, standing by his master, safely away
from the other vampires.  "Bring yourself to me, sit on my lap." Frank
said, and Potion obliged, wrapping his young arms around his master's neck
as he sat, in a silent plea to protect him from Bob the dark. Frank gave an
understanding nod at the boy's urgent fidget, but got his arms off his
neck, nuzzling the boy's own neck, fondling his body, and the boy forgot to
be weary of Bob as he squirmed pleasurably in the strong, reassuring hold
of his master.  "Isn't he adorable." Frank asked, as he finally stopped
fooling around.  Potion now had his right hand wrapped around his master's
back and clinging to his right shoulder, looking at the guests.
"Irresistibly adorable." Bob hissed and sprouted claws as he, in spite of
himself, attacked the boy. Potion's eyes shut tight and Bob hit a blue web
of energy that was projected from Potion's thoughts. Bob reeled back as the
web faded, Potion opened his eyes. There was a brief shimmer of electricity
within them which quickly vanished.  "Don't try." Frank said, smirking.
Bob stared back at Frank. Bob knew a few little jinxes to mess up the minds
and judgement of people. He concentrated on Frank. He was going to show him
what blood tasted like!  Frank embraced his little servant, but he suddenly
wrapped the boy in his strong arms in a way that rendered the boy immobile,
grabbed his head with his left hand and the fingers covering the boy's
mouth to muffle any attempted noise, and tilted it a bit to the left,
exposing the boy's vulnerable neck and its arteries, pulsing with life and
blood. There was a tense moment in which Frank attempted to avoid
temptation, and Potion began to panic, sure this was the end of him. Frank
had just touched Potion's neck with his tongue, but suddenly regained his
senses, released him and said, "Go rest on my bed.". The boy hurried off,
scared and confused.  "That was close." Glenn and Sumbernad sighed.  "A
pity, really." Bob said, but the jinx took time to wear off, so he knew it
still had a few opportunities to make his friend kill someone, particulary
Potion.  "My apologies, but could you excuse me?" Frank asked, getting
up. His guests all got up and after exchanging thanks and good-byes,
left. Frank hurried to the bedroom, where he saw Potion was lying on the
bed, awake, but shivering all over. The boy was running many thoughts and
fears through his head. There were no more duties for him that day, and the
night was near. The guests had left, and they would be going to sleep
soon. He wondered if he would ever awake to see the dawn if he closed his
eyes to sleep with his master. What had, after five months or resisting the
urge, if there was any, caused his master to come closer and closer to
giving in to the desire for his blood? He could not defend himself. A
servant was not allowed to resist his/her master even if obedience and
submission meant death, and his master was still invincible anyway.

  He turned to his side, and noticed his master just at the edge of the
bed.  He gave a jerk and got up, crawling slowly back until he was curled
up in a corner of the bed against the wall. He did not know if he could
entrust his life and safety to his master any longer. Frank slowly crawled
across the bed, until he had cornered Potion where he was already
sitting. He tossed aside all his clothing except his undergarments, a thin
white robe and a loin cloth, leaving all his other clothes on the
floor. Potion made a move to pick them up, but Frank stopped him by placing
a strong hand on the now whimpering boy's chest.  "Leave that for tomorrow,
my darling Potion." Frank said, his erection fast becoming uncomfortable in
its restraints. Potion panicked inwardly. Surely he was now going to die!
And had he heard properly? He had just been called 'darling' my his
master. What did that matter. Frank leaned closer and closer to Potion, who
shrank back further and further. Suddenly, Potion realized he couldn't
resist, and was powerless do so anyway, but he could beg, so he blurted
out, "Please don't kill me master! I beg you to spare my life!" And grabbed
his own neck defensively. Frank laughed, then said, "I am sorry about that
incident. I can assure you that I won't hurt you. I give you my word." he
said, sneaking some rope behind Potion. He grabbed his wrists and tied them
together, so now Potion's hands were tied behind him, and he fought against
his bonds as soon as he noticed them, but the ropes held with ease. Frank
sat back and watched the boy struggle helplessly against the ropes in
fear. It was as if he had caught the very essence of beauty and was its
captor, completely at his mercy. He wondered what it was like to be bound
like that, powerless to stop anything from happening to you. His manly rod
gave a small jump in its confines as this thought ran through his mind.
"What is that for master?" Potion asked, looking behind him, at the ropes.
"Do you remember A time when we bathe together, then I touched you and you
felt an intense but pleasurable sensation which you were afraid to
continue?" Frank prompted. Potion nodded, recalling the strange, warm,
feeling which escaped his description. All this while, he had thought
nothing of it, now the whole thing had returned, and wasn't sure if he
should welcome it.  "Well, this time, we are going to do that again, but
much more than that.  And I promise that you will enjoy it." Frank said,
grinning from ear to ear.  He grasped Potion's head and drew him close for
a kiss as his other hand roamed about the boy's body. The boy was shocked,
but there was nothing he could do so he quickly learned to kiss, and soon
he was enjoying it. Slowly, while they continued to kiss, Frank removed the
waistcloth, and the boy lay totally naked on the bed, blushing once they
broke off. Making Potion lie down facing up on the bed, Frank nuzzled his
young servant's neck, kissing and slowly moving down the young body,
licking it, wetting it considerably with his saliva, swirling his tongue
round the young nipples, nibbling them. And continued to do so for awhile
even when they had already become erect. The boy groaned in his new ecstasy
when his master played with those two erogenous zones. He had never felt
this way before. His small penis rose and became semi hard as unlike last
time, he expected more. He realized there was more to sex than the
production of offspring, that there was pleasure too! But how could he have
sex with a man? He asked himself this question, but just decided to let
fate run its course and he knew he would soon find out. He certainly
expected no children, but he certainly expected pleasure...a new kind of
pleasure.

  Frank's licking progress downward towards the crotch of his servant was
sadistically slow, torturing the boy with anticipation. But he finally
arrived at the boy's scrotum, fondling it with his hands. Reaching the
penis, he tried to pull down the foreskin, but Potion started to violently
protest in discomfort, so he decided to leave it. He licked the shaft of
the boy, reaching the area of the boy's glands, and produced a cry of
ecstasy from Potion. He cotinued to lick the penis again and again, over
and over, and the little cock was soon dribbling clear precum. Frank
sniffed the youthful boyjuice, and he took in the wonderfully erotic scent
from it. He licked a fresh drop that had just emerged from the tip, and
thus caused the boy to moan loudly. The boy's precum tasted sweet like
honey. He continued to lick the small penis, and it soon produced juice in
a steady stream.

  Potion was going crazy. The licking was driving him up the wall with
madness. This was torture indeed. He thrusted upwards into the empty air,
pulling tightly against the ropes to no avail. He couldn't describe this
desire for more. He couldn't stand this any longer. He began to sob
hysterically, tears streaming down, begging his master to stop.  "You are
in no position to make such a request, my boy." Came the very
matter-of-factly reply. Potion, upon hearing this, despaired and continued
to cry, bawling away. Frank noticed this and felt a bit of pity for the
boy. He was making his servant into a slave. Still continuing his torturous
licking, he formed a mental picture in his head of the boy, tied and
helpless, thrusting uselessly into the air, straining his hands against the
ropes, crying, desperate for either ceasing of his cruel licking or a more
definite joy. This really turned Frank on, and he almost shot his seed in
his undergarments. He paused to take off his robe, leaving only his
loincloth. He decided it was time he put a stop to the torture and give the
boy what he so desperately wanted -no- needed. He boy had quietened down
considerably.  Frank then took the entire small penis effortlessly into his
mouth. Potion gave a sigh of pleasure, and with the previous torturous
suspension of sexual pleasure, he was now in heaven.  Pistoning up and down
on the small tool, tonguing it, Frank savored the virgin cock in
appreciation of its youthful taste, salty, sweet. It soon swelled and with
a cry from the lad, spurt after spurt of boyjuice, creamy, slimy, but sweet
as honey, flew from the young prick, released for the first time ever. When
it was done, Frank released, sat up and looked down at the boy, spent good
and lying on the bed as if wounded, panting and sweating. This was his
first orgasm, and he was still disoriented in bliss, drifting in and out of
consciousness. Frank noticed that his loincloth was stained largly down the
front with his liquid lust.  He removed the loin cloth and finally knelt
there on the bed completely naked. He reached down, saying "Koochie koochie
koo!", and poked his servant at his ribs. Potion giggled and shrunk
back. Frank suddenly assaulted the boy at his ribs and stomach. The
resulting screams caused anyone awake who was near the door of Frank's
chamber to turn, and those who were asleep awoke instantly. This went on
for about 30 seconds of screaming and struggling from the boy and making
the mercilessly tickling Frank extremely horny. He finally stopped, then
after 5 seconds, attempted to tickle the boy at his hairless armpits, but
there was no response. Frank just shrugged and repositioned himself on the
bed, kneeling with the boy between his legs, and dangling his rock hard
cock above the boy's face. He reached behind him and poked Potion's ribs
again, and when the boy shrieked, he plunged his cock into the open mouth.
"Suck it!" Frank commanded somewhat gently, but firmly. The boy sucked and
licked his first cock. He was inexperienced, but definitely a
natural. Frank moaned with lust and began to fuck the boy's mouth with his
hard, horny tool. The boy choked after the first few thrusts, and Frank
laughed and pulled out to let the boy catch his breath. When he had done
so, Potion touched Frank's cock with his silky hands. Frank stuck his cock
in Potion's face, and Potion opened his mouth to once again accept his
master's erect penis. Frank's thrusting slowly became more and more savage,
as he fucked the boy's mouth with animal passion. He felt his balls bunch
up and he shot his load into the boy's mouth, and Potion was forced to
swallow. When he had stopped spurting, Frank was still hard and
horny. Pulling out of his servant's mouth, he moved to reach Potion's
legs. He grabbed them by the ankles, spreading them wide. Potion was
scared. He had no idea what was coming next, but knew that his master was
planning to do it to his anus.  Frank stuck his face in between those
perfect globes and licked the little anus, clean and puckered, nestling
there. Potion was crying out in ecstasy.  As Frank's tongue loosened the
hole, and he got in deeper, Potion's cries grew louder and more
ecstatic. He finally let off, making Potion feel quite empty without the
tongue to fill his asshole. Then he wet his fingers with saliva and stuck
one finger up the boy's hole, two fingers, pistoning in and out, three
fingers. Frank lubricated his dick with his saliva and positioned it at
Potion's butthole, quickly replacing his fingers with it. Potion screamed
as Frank pushed himself all the way in with one savage lunge, but Frank
suddenly realized that he hadn't given the poor boy time to adjust, so he
pulled out halfway and waited. When Potion began to relax, Frank pushed in
deeper into the very tight and hot anus. Both of them moaned. Frank in
ecstasy, Potion, in pain, but a bit of pleasure. After a few moments
dedicated solely to adjusting Potion's ass to Frank's fucking monster,
Frank was pumping slowly but passionately as Potion wrapped his legs around
Frank, while wailing out ,"Oh, master!" every now and then in between deep
sighs, his young cock growing hard again as his prostate was rubbed against
Frank's tool repeatedly. His bound wrists having found a comfortable
position, let him enjoy this act of man-boy sex to the fullest.  Frank bent
down and kissed his boy, feeling the teenage cock rubbing its tip against
his belly in a puddle of its own precum. Potion had a second orgasm soon
after, with a fountain of boy juice flying from his cock. Frank still
hadn't spilled. As his thrusts grew more passionate and he pumped harder
and faster and his breathing grew more labored, he stopped kissing and
nuzzled Potion's neck. Potion was reaching a third orgasm, and fate decided
that it would let them shoot together. Frank was losing his mind to
nature. not even ruby could help him. He licked Potion's neck slowly.  The
boy was oblivious to this, lost in a world of ecstasy from being fucked and
his master's licking only enhanced the sensation. Just as the both of them
reached the pinnacle of orgasm, Frank whispered in Potion's ear, something
that the boy dreaded.

"Dear, dear Potion, please forgive me...just one drop."

  Frank broke his word to the boy. He bit Potion's neck hard, his teeth
puncturing the artery with ease. Potion, unprepared, screamed with combined
pain and pleasure just as his orgasm took over, he shot his young seed and
his blood raced with passion, making the bleeding more serious. A small
part of Frank recalled his own words to Bob: "One drop will become
two...two will become three...and then."  Still thrusting deep into
Potion's anus with his cock as it shot load after load, he sucked out the
boy's life fluids by the cupful. The boy, straining against the ropes, was
still spurting his own young juice between their bodies in his orgasm as he
was being pleasured at his anus by the huge penis invader, screaming in
pain and pleasure as he struggled for release from his master's deadly grip
and fatal bite.  How erotic! The blood was sweet and delicious, just like
the boy himself.  Bob was right about how the child tasted. How the child
tasted! He was tasting the child's blood! Frank suddenly realized what he
was doing. The boy had stopped screaming and struggling long ago. He let go
of his servant's neck, pulled his cock out and undid the bound wrists, but
there was no more sign of life from the child. The sheets were stained with
liquid passion of sweat and sperm from both master and servant, and ruby
blood from the servant alone. At least the boy experienced orgasmic
pleasure just before he died. Frank started to sob, tears streaming down as
he beheld what he had done to his faithful servant as the body lay
lifelessly. He, still shivering, touched the boy's body. It was still warm,
but he knew it would get colder soon. He wringed the ruby ring from his
finger. Looking deep into the depths of the gem, he whispered to it in his
pain: "Why didn't you stop me?"  He flung the ring weakly into the far end
of the room, but it somehow landed on the soft cushion of a chair, not even
chipped.  "Damn you Bob!" he screamed as he noticed the dark shadow of a
curse fly out of him and leave the room. He hunted around his room for a
piece of oak.  Quickly carving it with a steel knife into a relatively
sharp stake, he knelt beside the bed, next to the body, and, in his tears,
drove the stake into his chest, planning to stab himself two more times
after that to complete the job, for surely he was now grey.

  The stake smashed into a thousand splinters upon contact with his skin,
and didn't even make a scratch. He was bewildered, then touched the silver
necklace that still hung round the boy's bloody neck. He felt no pain. He
wondered why.  Then...  Potion opened his eyes and looked about. There was
a searing pain in his neck, but it quickly faded. The wounds disappeared
and he sat up. The blood that was still on his body was reabsorbed into the
skin. He turned around to look at Frank.  "Master?" he asked, innocent and
sweet. He wasn't dead after all.  Frank looked up, face streaked with
tears, into the sleepy-looking face of his servant, alive and well. It
couldn't be, but he accepted it.  "Dear boy..." he sobbed, and getting onto
the bed, he embraced the child, who sat, shivering with fear, as he had
just experienced a death-dealing pain. Potion looked down on the bed, and
noticed that there were blood stains.  "I remember now. You bit me." he
said as everything rushed back to him. He remembered the coldness that
signaled his death. He knew that he wasn't supposed to be alive.  "I am
sorry, dearest. I'm so sorry..." Frank said as he rocked back and forth to
comfort the boy.  "I forgive you master." Potion said simply and
sincerely. Frank, upon hearing this, reached down and grabbed the boy's
face. They engaged in a passionate kiss as their tongues explored each
other's mouth. They hugged tight as they did this, and Frank's hands
explored the naked body his servant, now lover. He froze when he felt
something sharp on his tongue that was not from his own mouth. He broke off
the kiss, and examined the boy's mouth. His fears were confirmed as he saw
two fangs among the boy's teeth. But this was strangely also good news.
"What is it, master?" The boy asked.  "Your teeth." Frank gasped. Potion
felt them. They were much larger and somewhat sharper than normal. He
didn't know how to react. Was this good or bad?  "You are now like me."
Frank said.  "I know." Potion replied solemnly. They hugged again, then
Frank smiled.  "That may work out for the better." He said, as he noticed
Potion rubbing his sore wrists. He made the boy lie on his back once again
and lifted up the young legs.  He saw the red hole there, with sign or
rapid regeneration, but still having the signs of previous abuse. Frank
grinned lecherously.  "Let me pleasure you once again."  Frank once again
began to make love to the boy in earnest. Using the boy hard, he pumped in
and out passionately. The boy squealed with pleasure. He wrapped his legs
around his master and used his hands to draw Frank close for a kiss.  Frank
passionately kissed the boy he pleasured, then broke off and bit the boy's
neck, gently this time, without drawing any blood. They made love a good
while more before going to sleep. Just before he drifted off, Frank's well
developed eyes caught his glittering ruby ring in the corner of the room.
"So, you didn't fail me after all." He would put it back on in the morning.

  Potion had lost little of his previous attitude. He still remained the
shy, obedient servant he was then. Frank now drank the boy's sweet blood
regularly, usually as he fondled and caressed, or made love to him. Potion
does not mind, for his body now produces a rapid supply of blood to replace
the blood lost, and there is no more pain, but a slight ticklish pleasure
instead. Neither does he mind being a bottom for his master during sex
(although they had sex only three more times after that night). He found it
a privilege to be his master's main mate. Being bitten and drunk from while
being butt-fucked was particularly pleasurable for Potion, as the
sensations of pleasure were heightened, and made his orgasm more intense.
Since Potion was now a vampire too, Frank decided to get the boy a ruby
ring as well, which Potion thanked his master profusely for, and he wore it
on his right hand's middle finger. They lived out the rest of their lives
in the palace in luxury as Frank and Potion the pures.

  Of course, all good things have to come to and end in this world, and
soon the mighty vampire kingdom fell, ravaged by war, corruption, and
attackers from the outside. As the palace eventually crumbled, the two
lovers, master and servant, were separated, until...

Two vampires (part 2):

12th January 2002:

  Hank was a retired commanding officer in the American Military. He had a
muscular body, thick and hairy, and he was a redhead. He looked very young
for his age despite the records, 70, or so they thought. It was
unbelievable, and many asked him the secret of his youth, but he had no
answer, so he just lamely said "plastic surgery" waved them off. Reaching
his house, he threw off his uniform for the last time, turned on the air
conditioning, and decided to slip into more comfortable clothing. He
slipped a ring onto each of his fingers (thumbs not included), one of which
had a ruby gem set in it. He stuffed his uniform into the laundry and
collapsed onto his sofa, turning on the TV. He flipped through the
envelopes of the mail. Nothing interesting. He was bored. And lonely. He
decided it was time he got out and around the city. New York would be a
good place to go to. Maybe have a peek into one of those gay bars or
what. He fancied a nice young boy of 16, asian, smelling of a distinct
fragrant oil...his heart gave a lurch as he remembered a child back 132
years ago. He smiled at the memory of the times they made love, the times
he savored the boy's rich blood. Where the heck had that lad ended up?

  "This is a gay bar pal. You don't find no women here." Greg, the bar's
owner, said to a very drunk looking fellow who had lumbered in, looking for
a 'nice pussy to fuck'. Greg only served people at the counter, and if
people wanted the booze to be brought to their tables, he had only one
helper.  "A bay bar!" The asshole babbled.  "Get the fuck out of here."
Greg just said and the guy wandered out. As soon as he left, as couple of
muscular studs entered. They chose a place to sit, and one of them, a bald
guy with a mustache, got up and went to the counter.  "Four beers, table
fifteen."  "What brand?" Greg asked.  "Any." came the lazy reply, and the
guy walked back to the table.  "Hey, Polly!" Greg yelled into the room
behind him.  "Yesssss?" Asked a young oriental boy about 16 said in a
sing-song manner as he poked his head out of the door. He had a jade bangle
on his left arm, a silver necklace with a turquoise pendant capped
all-round in quartz crystal, and a ruby ring on his right middle
finger. There was a scent of essential oil emitting from him.  He had a
pale blue sleeveless shirt on, too wide that extra material flopped about
on either side of his body, yet so short that his belly was exposed.  He
also wore a dark blue pair of extremely skimpy shorts, and wore sandals.
"Four beers, any brand, table fifteen."  "Any brand?"  "Any brand."
"Ok. Just hold on." Polly said and disappeared back into the room. He
opened the lid of a secret compartment in his pendant, stuffed with
sponge. He opened a bottle of essential oil, labeled 'Aqua mix'. He took
great care to pour a small amount of the oil mix into the sponge. This was
much better than last time, he thought, when there was no sponge. The oil
leaked out easily and was too strong smelling, plus it didn't last
long. Now it didn't leak out, the scent was lighter and it lasted much
longer. He had used the same mix all his life, a recipe he had made himself
with several herbs and plants from both the land and sea. When he was done,
he closed the pendant's secret compartment, screwed the cap back on and got
back to work. He randomly scooped up four bottles of beer from the fridge
and set them on a plastic tray before making his way to table fifteen. He
set down the brilliant green bottles on table fifteen and set a bottle in
front of each customer. He could feel their eyes staring at him with
perverse intentions. He smiled to himself, enjoying the sexual attention he
was getting, though he never responded to it. Picking up the plastic tray,
he began to make his way back to the room, but stopped and squeaked when he
felt a sudden pain on his bottom. Some one had obviously pinched his
butt. The whole bar seemed to laugh, but it was really only the four people
on the table. He turned around and saw the bald man with the mustache
smirking at him. His 'pincer' gestures with his left thumb and fore finger
made it quite clear he was the culprit. Polly turned to look at his
employer Greg, who just shrugged and got back to his own business. Polly
turned back and smiled seductively at the man, who made a 'come here'
gesture with his fingers, then spread his legs and patted the sitting space
in between them.  Playfully fingering the tray in his hands, Polly sat down
on the space between the man's legs, as the stud wrapped one arm round his
young, exposed belly.  "Work here?" the guy asked as his friends grinned at
the boy. Polly could smell his breath with ease and could tell he was quite
a drinker.  "Yes. Live here too. I have no where else to go, 'cause I'm an
orphan." he answered, playing with the stupid tray which he wished he could
let go off.  "Put that thing on the table." the man said, and Polly
relieved himself of having to hold the tray.  "Yer name's Polly?" the stud
asked as he rocked back and forth with Polly in his hands. This strongly
reminded Polly of someone else.  "Yea."  "That's kinda' a girl's name,
isn't it."  "That's a name I gave myself. You wouldn't believe my real
name."  "Ok. Mine's Jeremy." said the stud.  "Jeremy." Polly repeated.
"You're a little cocksucker, aren't you. The only young guys like you who
would work here are young twinks and fags." Jeremy said.  Polly just
giggled.  "Have you ever had sex with a guy?" Jeremy asked.  "Yes. Four
times."  "Woa. Who are the four lucky guys?" Jeremy asked, not really
surprised that the boy had said 'yes' but stunned that he had said 'four
times.'.  "They're all the same guy."  "Oh. So that makes a REALLY lucky
guy."  Polly giggled again. There was a pause, when all four studs were
secretly drooling at the boy, fantasizing about fucking his young
ass. Jeremy and Polly had a long playful make-out, kissing each other for
awhile and exploring each other's mouth with their tongues, while Jeremy's
hand also explored the young body before him.  Jeremy felt something sharp
in the boy's mouth, but thought nothing of it.  "You have a nice ass."
Jeremy said, breaking off, as he felt the boy's young buns through the
shorts, vibrant with a springy youthful feel.  "Thanks. That's what the
other guy also thought."  "What's his name?"  "Why should I tell you?
You'll probably just buy me from him then spend the whole day fucking my
brains out. I would grant to you, though, it's not Greg."  "Wanna go down
on me?" Jeremy asked, getting increasingly horny upon hearing the boy
talking about getting his 'brains fucked out'.  "Naw. I gotta get back to
work. Plus it's kinda embarrassing to do it out in public."  "We could go
out to a secluded spot. No one would see us. You would just love four studs
playing with you. Two fucking your ass and mouth while the other two bring
you off, won't you. You will just love our cocks. They're big and nice. So
wha'ddaya say?"  "Not really."  "C'mon." Jeremy persuaded. The rest of the
bar was getting interested in this little scene, and everyone was turning
to look.  "Ok. I'll make you a deal. If any one of you can beat me in and
arm wrestle, even just one of you, I'll agree." Polly said. The four studs
laughed.  "Deal! We're gonna make you lose good and proper kid, then you're
gonna take us up your ass you little slut!" Jeremy laughed, not believing
how easy it was going to be for him and his friends to get their rocks off
on this young kid.  "See the guy in front of you, Polly?" Jeremy asked,
pointing at one of his friends, who sat there with folded arms.  "That's
Sam. He's our strongest. He'll twist our arm and break it and tear it out
of its joint. He's got the biggest dick too. He's guaranteed to stretch
your little ass good, and when we're all done with you, the guy who did you
four times is not gonna recognise your butt again. Heck. Whoever he is, his
little weenie wouldn't be able to feel the walls of your ass when we're
through with you." Jeremy boasted. By this time, the rest of the bar was
silent and still.  "Oh, really?" Polly asked, sounding dramatic. Sam placed
his elbow on the table, and Polly (still sitting between Jeremy's legs) did
the same. They held hands, and when Jeremy yelled, "GO!!!" the whole bar
(including Greg) began cheering.  But something peculiar was happening. Sam
was straining and his face was turning red, but Polly was making little
effort to keep the challenge tilting in his favour. Sam sweat profusely as
he struggled against the boy's inhuman strength, but he eventually
lost. Everyone was so pleasantly surprised that they cheered loudly. Polly
did not seem to notice them.  "No way." Jeremy whispered, looking at Sam,
tired and worn out. Greg was in hysterics.

  All the other three tried to win the arm wrestle, but all in vain. Polly
had not even tried when it came to Sam. The other three lost so fast that
it took awhile for them to realize it. A couple of others tried themselves
out, but they all lost one after another.  "How does that kid do it?"
several guys asked Greg.  "I have no idea." Greg replied in-between fits of
laughter.

  All the noise eventually died down, though no one actually left. Half an
hour passed. Then a redheaded muscular guy came in, with eight rings, four
on each hand, came in and asked for a bottle of booze. Greg served Hank on
the counter. As he drained the bottle, Polly trotted out, wiping a glass
with a tablecloth.  It was his habit to walk up and down as he dried
glasses. He looked up, saw Hank, and was so shocked that he dropped the
glass, which crashed to the ground.  "For God's sake, Polly be more careful
next time! Now clean up!" Greg scolded, annoyed. Everyone, needless to say,
was curious on what happened.  Hank looked up at the boy, then looked back
down at his bottle. Then, his eyes widened and he looked back up at Polly.
"Potion!" He gasped.  "Master!" Potion ran and jumped onto the counter,
sitting on it, his left leg dangling off the table. Luckily, the bottle was
well out of the way.  Frank once again held the boy whom he had not seen
for so long.  "By golly it's been so long. I've waited all this time,
hoping to see you once again master." Potion said, sniffing. He was
beginning to cry. Frank fondled the boy and cooed into his ear.  "132
years, to be exact." Frank said. Potion tried to laugh, but he just sobbed
some more. Frank pulled him close and they kissed quickly.  "You haven't
changed one bit since I last saw you." Frank joked, trying to lighten the
mood.  "Master..."  "Come, Potion. come live with me in my new place."
"Yes."  The two began to kiss again. Greg and everyone else was taking in
all this with no clue. Here was a bar worker, sitting on the counter of his
employer, kissing a person who was a complete stranger to them. The master
and servant were together again, and this time they were not going to
part. Their kisses grew more and more passionate, with Frank fondling the
boy and attempting to remove the boy's clothes. But Potion broke off.  "I
think we have a few things to straighten out first." Potion turned around
to look at Greg.  "Gee, Polly. What's all this about?"  "Sorry, Greg. I
guess I'm leaving from here."  "Eh?"  "I'll take it over from here
pal. Don't worry about the kid." Frank said.  "Well, ok. Just take good
care of Polly now." Greg agreed, still confused.  "Your name's Polly now?"
Frank asked, smiling.  "No. That was a cover name. I can't run around with
a name like 'Potion' master."  "I know. I have a new name too, but it's
permanent. I'm now Hank. Of course, I don't think that would matter much to
you since you're always calling me master."  Frank commented.  Potion
giggled.  "I haven't tasted your blood for so long." Hank said. He pushed
aside the fabric on one side of his servant's clothing and bit his neck,
sucking the blood from the artery once again, like he had done so long ago,
while caressing Potion's exposed thighs. The boy just solemnly put a hand
on his master's shoulder, and when he was done, Hank let go and the wound
closed quickly. Hank effortlessly lifted up the boy who, like him, had not
aged a single day since 132 years ago, and carried him like a baby to his
car.

  "Nice place you have here." was the first thing that came out of Potion's
mouth as he took in the view of his master's new house. It was neat and
modern, with pleasantly painted walls...Potion smiled as memories of the
old palace flooded him. This humble house was, to him, as magnificent as
that castle, and the temperature of the air-conditioning was the same as
the castle. Hank was busy down all the curtains of each and every window in
the house to keep snoops out, then he grabbed his servant from behind and,
turning him around, kissed him full on the lips. The kisses grew more
passionate and they soon tugged at each other's clothing. Hank considered
doing it with the child on the sofa, but decided that since this was as
good as a celebration of their reunion, that it was best he made love to
the kid in the traditional place: on the bed. He plopped the boy down onto
the bed, and hopped on himself they engaged in more passionate kisses, and
Hank removed both their clothing. He broke off and admired the sweet naked
body of Potion laying seductively before him. The boy had not even tanned
slightly. Skin still fair and sweet to look at, glowing in the afternoon
sunlight. He lifted the ankles of the boy to rest on his
shoulders. Lowering himself down in front of the little anus, puckered as
if it had never been touched once ever, lying between the now eternally
perfectly round buns of the boy's buttocks, he started to rim it with his
tongue. The young asshole was nice and clean, and he pushed his tongue in
with quite a bit of force.  "Oh! Master!!!" The boy wailed in ecstasy, his
cries ringing high and clear into the air as he felt his master's tongue
working its intensely pleasurable and erotic exercise in his little love
hole once again. He recognised the sensation, yet, due to so many years of
its absence, it felt so new! Hank then remembered a trick he had performed
on this young (old?) teen squirming before him in pleasure. He reached up
in front of him, and pressed the belly of the servant. Potion jerked and
tried to move away from the ticklish sensation, then he started screaming
and laughing uncontrollably as his master, still vigorously rimming his
little love gate, started to tickle him playfully and mercilessly at his
most hopelessly sensitive spots: his ribs and belly. Potion may have had
gained superhuman strength in his metamorphosis into a vampire, but he was
still helpless in the grip of his master, who would always be stronger. He
could not get away, and he started to cry from laughing too much. Hank
decided to send a trio of sensations upon his bewildered servant. He rimmed
with his tongue, holding the boy down and tickling him with his left hand,
and his right hand, which also played a part in keeping the boy his
prisoner, reached further up and began to tease the boy's nipples with is
fingernails and pinching actions. Potion found this tri-sensation of
pleasure almost to much to stand, and it threatened to melt his nerves into
a liquid not unlike the one boiling up deep in his unnaturally youthful
loins. As for Hank, there were few pleasures greater than that of seeing
his young servant and boy-lover squirming erotically and helplessly in his
grasp. His own cock was hard as an iron rod, and it was damp with precum
drooling down slightly at his head. Then, Potion spontaneously climaxed. It
was expected that he couldn't take much more, and surge of white, pearly,
boy-passion squirted out in large arcs all over himself. The boy spasmed up
to 23 times, and there was an unbelievable torrent of cum spurting from
each release. Hank let off from all three actions. He stared at the
semen-drenched belly of his servant. He had never seen so much cum fly from
a mere teenager before, vampire or not.  "When was the last time you had an
orgasm?" Hank asked.  "132 years ago." Potion answered with a smile. Hank
put his right palm on a puddle of boy-juice on his servant's belly and
began to spread it around absently.  "You mean, you have remained so
faithful to me that you had never orgasmed even once ever since I left
you?" Hank asked amazed at the boy's discipline.  He himself had had at
least ten other lovers after Potion, in the military and elsewhere, and he
also masturbated in his spare time.  "Yes. If I remember correctly, yes."
came the confirmation. Hank laughed then turned the boy over on his
stomach, lying down on the bed.  "I trust that we would not need lube or
gentleness?" Hank asked.  "Naw. I don't think we would, master." Potion
replied. Hank shoved his large tool up the well saliva-lubricated love
tunnel of the teen. Potion sighed in his ecstasy.  There was no pain, no
hurt, just pleasure. When his master exited his hole, it would close up and
it would once again look like it was still virgin.  Hank now lay down on
the boy as he thrusted his spear into Potion's anus again and again. His
pumping was hard, almost violent, and definitely bursting with passion as
he made wild, desperate love to his servant. He lifted one young leg higher
above the other with is hairy forearm to ease access to the tight
rectum. After a few minutes, he turned the boy on his back and continued to
fuck him in this now more agressive position. Potion wrapped his legs
around his manly superior in submissive glee, accepting each savage thrust
with a sigh of growing pleasure as the huge cock rubbed against his
prostate. Hank bent down to embrace the child as he pleasured him. They
kissed passionately as well, and then Hank moved off, growled and bit the
boy's now invincible, but still delicate looking shoulder, extracting the
sweet blood from the boy, drinking and fucking with an abandon to his lust
that was undeniable and pointless to resist. Potion was lost in his own
word of ecstasy, floating in the arms of his master, each thrust of the
penis that sodomized him sending waves of pleasure that lifted him higher
and higher in his indescribable joy that the draining of his blood only
seemed to enhance. They climaxed simultaneously, Hank roaring like a lion
as surge after surge of his love washed deep into the teen's bowels, and
Potion himself giving a boyish sigh as he thrusted his hips up into the
air, the last rub against his prostate by the penis sending him happily
over the edge. As their orgasms died down, Hank, panting like a dog, pulled
out from his loverboy. Potion turned over on his stomach, trying hard to
keep from drifting off to sleep.  Hank looked down and saw the young anus
was already regaining its normal size, the previously obscenely gaping hole
slowly closing. The perfect asscheeks, golden and light, were streaked with
white liquid that he easily distinguished as his own cum.  He smiled and
lay down with the now fast asleep Potion, taking an afternoon nap. Potion
now lives permanently with Hank, content as ever. They take comfort in each
other's company, Hank watching Potion scurry about and doing the household
chores the way he did so long ago, only with the modern household
conveniences, Potion content to serve his master both in and out of
bed. They went almost everywhere together. And when they did, they held
hands often, and the curious public would stare at them in wonder. As this
generation passed, it went without doubt that they would have to also
change their identities. But that was unimportant. The only thing that
mattered greaty now was that they would never part again.  The fondle and
sappy rock back-and-forth sessions of the resting periods of the same
time-table used 132 years ago for Potion's work were just as priceless as
they were back then. Hank and his boy now had sex -no, 'made love' is the
better phrase- much more often then they did previously, now almost every
other day. And each time they did it, it would be as if they were doing it
for the first time, for each time Potion's anus would still be tight as a
virgin's, and each time would be just as passionate and erotic as the last,
if not more. They now treasure each time they have sexual intercourse, for
they feared, somewhere deep inside, that it would be the last chance they
got to do so, though there was nothing they really needed to worry about
now that they would be together, to watch the world go by for the rest of
eternity.

The End.

That was my second attempt at an erotic story. I might write a sequel to
this one, but until I do so, why don't you check out my other piece of
work, done on Fri, 14 December 2001, 'Singapore Jewelry Boy'.

Chow!