Pride Story

Mikey placed his hands on the cold, smooth surface of the small 2-foot table. The cellar was cold and a chill covered his pale, slender body. He set his feet apart and raised his ass high, waiting, his breathing heavy. He heard footsteps on the stone floor and began to tremble in fear and anticipation. He felt a smooth, tender hand run from his soft buttocks, to his softer blond hair.
‘Frank…’ he whispered, as the hand stroked his head. He turned round to stare at the long white canines threatening to show under Frank's lip. It was the only sign that showed since he had been bitten by Mikey's own vampire brother, other than the lust that was beyond addiction, and could only be described as true vampirism.
‘You said you wanted to play it rough,’ Frank said. ‘Are you sure baby?’ Frank removed his hand from Mikey’s hair, waiting for an answer.
‘Yes, certain.’ Mikey trembled again, in anticipation and arousal. ‘Absolutely certain, Frank.’
‘Then you address me as Master,’ Frank backhanded Mikey across the ass. ‘And get that ass up.’
‘Yes, Master,’ Mikey groaned, relishing the words. He pushed his ass even higher, gasping as he heard his own pre-cum drip onto the floor. As Frank turned round towards the cupboard, Mikey brought a hand to his groin. He stroked along his length happily, losing his ass-up position.
‘Tut, tut, tut,’ Frank stood with a large black leather collar with chains attached in his hand. In the other, a small black whip. And on his face, a look of anger.
‘I, I, er…’ Mikey stuttered, removing his hand.
‘You were playing with yourself.’
‘Y-yes.’
‘Your body is mine.’
‘Yes, Master.’
‘You’ll need this, slut,’ Frank clipped the collar round Mikey’s neck. ‘Oh, and this’ll make sure that you don’t touch yourself again.’ He walked back over to the cupboard, turning to check on Mikey every few seconds, and returned with a pair of handcuffs. ‘A great classic.’ Frank smiled, raising and eyebrow and handcuffed Mikey’s hands behind him. He adjusted the collar, and wrapped the chains tight round his hand, forcing Mikey’s head back.
‘Oh yes,’ Mikey moaned, more turned on than before by the feeling of the collar chafing against his neck.
‘I think you need some disciplining, you filthy little whore.’
‘Discipline me, Master.’ Mikey raised his ass again but Frank tugged on the chains and brought Mikey to face him.
‘What are you d-?’ Mikey was quickly silenced as Frank yanked the chains downwards, stuffing half of his cock into Mikey’s mouth.
‘Suck it, slut!’
Mikey began to suck, although his efforts were not enough.
‘Get that cock further in your mouth, YOU SLUT!’ Frank lost his patience, and pulled the chains as hard as possible. His entire thick, long, pre-cum dripping cock filled Mikey’s mouth. Mikey swirled his head around the tip, making Frank grunt and pull hard on Mikey’s hair with the hand that wasn’t gripping on the chains hard enough the knuckles were going white.
‘Now suck it!’
Mikey’s eyes watered, and his mouth ached, but he sucked, enjoying the taste of Frank, feeling the cock slide over his tongue and down his throat. He loved the taste of Frank’s cock. He moaned, which just made Frank happier.
‘Ohhh, that’s good, but you still need a good hard fucking, don’t you, whore?’
Mikey nodded. Frank’s cock still lodged deep in his throat, his eyes big, and his mouth crammed. Frank pulled and pushed Mikey round.
‘Ass up.’ Mikey did as commanded, raising his ass and shaking it slowly from side to side. Frank smacked it. Making Mikey squeak.
‘Oooh, are you horny, you slut?’
‘SO horny, Master, PLEASE fuck me.’ Mikey begged, turning his head round, his eyes pleading.
Frank grabbed Mikey’s hips and rammed his spit-slathered cock in with no warning.
‘Aahhhhhhhhh!’ Mikey shrieked in pain.
‘Oh yeah, you love that don’t you?’ Frank pulled his cock out and rammed it in again triggering a howl of, ‘Oh yeah, Frank. More!’ from Mikey.
‘You’re such a little slut. I think you need to be punished.’ Frank picked up the whip.
‘Oh yes, Frank. Punish me!’
Frank raised the whip and brought it down on Mikey’s soft white skin, thrusting in and out minimally, just a couple of inches of his cock slowly sliding in and out slowly. Mikey let out a noise somewhere between a howl of pain and a growl of pleasure. The red lines marked his ivory skin, just another sign of his intense submission.
‘Again?’
‘Please, Master, again.’
‘You’re a twisted little bitch, aren’t you?’ Frank pulled on the chains so Mikey’s head was forced back. He put his mouth next to Mikey’s ear and whispered, ‘You need a good hard fucking.’
‘Oh yes, fuck me,’ Mikey was shaking and moaning. Frank brought the whip down a couple more times, licking the red strips the whip made.
‘I’ll fuvk you so hard you won’t walk for a week, bitch!’
‘Oh yeah, Frank.’
‘Yeah you like that, you twisted whore.’
‘Bite me.’ Mikey bit his lip, turned on and waiting nervously.
‘What?’ Even dominating Mikey, Frank was still surprised.
‘BITE ME,’ Mikey moaned, almost begging, ‘HARD. I wanna feel your fangs in my skin like I feel your cock.’
“What if I . . .” Frank paused. “Go too far?”
“You won’t.” And in that moment Frank knew he wouldn’t. However bloodthirsty he was, he’d never kill Mikey. He pulled Mikey’s head back with the chains and sank his long teeth into his neck, breathing in the smell of sex and sweat lingering on Mikey. He broke the skin and tasted blood.
‘Ohhhh, yeah,’ Mikey groaned, the raw pain turning into delicious pleasure.
Frank, sucked gently, drinking the soft flow of blood gushing from Mikey’s neck. Mikey began to groan so loudly Frank’s ears were filled with the delicious sound, Frank began to thrust in and out again, while still sucking.
‘You’re a little whore, aren’t you?’
‘Yes, Master,’ Mikey squealed, as Frank banged into him, licking hungrily at his neck. ‘I’m your whore.’
‘Say it.’
‘I’m your whore.’
Frank dug his nails into Mikey’s shoulders and drank deep, the blood spilling down his throat.
‘SAY IT.’
I’M YOUR WHORE, MASTER!’
Frank pushed and hit a spot in Mikey that made Mikey scream. He thrust, hitting just where Mikey wanted it. Mikey howled. As Frank lingered on the spot for the last time, he sucked again at Mikey’s neck.
‘Touch me, please, Master.’
Frank brought a hand down to Mikey’s groin. He had barely brushed Mikey’s rock-hard cock when Mikey came all over his hand, whimpering, ‘Frank.’
As Mikey clenched around Frank, Frank tugged on the chains and came himself, exploding inside Mikey, growling, licking up the blood and running his hands through Mikey’s sweaty hair. He flopped down on top of Mikey, gently stroking up and down Mikey’s chest.
‘Whore,’ whispered Frank.
‘No,’ Mikey whispered back, planting a soft kiss on Frank’s lips and licking his own blood off Frank’s fangs. ‘Your whore.’