The Vampire Alastair

Okay now that that has been cleared up and you oh so disgustingly self righteous blood bags have been brought down a peg or two allow me to continue ripping to shreds your misconstrued conception of Alastair. He brought his little play thing home.

Now I would like to take a moment to add this little disclaimer that I do not condone bringing strays off the street and housing them in our house. Never have never will. You will never catch me bringing one of you flee ridden beings into my sanctuary. No siree, not me. Nope nope nope.

Aww now don't pout ill explain why your filthy, germy nasty grubby little paws will never be welcome in my home. Things may have changed since the time of the plague but sanitation still isn't on the priority list of human beings. No a back alley, a rented room or my apartment on the east side of Manhattan (if your lucky or unlucky really just depends on your perception of things) will do very nicely thank you very much. Like I said your food, and sometimes sexual entertainment.

You know on the theme of sexual entertainment I have a story to tell you. I promise you if you don't cut our little arrangement short you'll be in for a treat.

Chapter 3

It was February 4th 1845 The nineteenth century was fast approaching, cart and buggy had long ago given way to that magical contraption the steam engine and people rid on horseback only for recreational purposes. The only thing that remained consistent was art. Although the newly constructed artist claims that art is forever changing ; for me it never had it would always be the same.

Art no matter if it was a Botticelli, a Michelangelo or a Banksy would always be the same clever, thought provoking and endearing and its artist would strive to do as others before them have done and attempted since time in memorial: try to buck the trend set by the ones that controlled the world.

No art would never change all it would do is continue to recycle the styles trends and traditions of old when it thought people weren't aware, or ultimately when those old enough to remember the tell tale signs of a Bosch cleverly (or so they thought) disguised in a painting of the current time were dead. Well I have news for you baby I remember.

I'll never forget and I sure as hell don't plan on dying any time soon. So you'll have to be a little more crafty at hiding the fact that artists are little more than brain dead sheep who don't have original thoughts or ideas, you are the people you despise or try not to emulate. Everything and I do mean everything has been merely recycled as I said before, taken down from the shelf and dusted off spit shined and adorned with a new shiny red bow and classified as revolutionary when in actual fact its just old. Hmm kinda like me. Lets move on!

Any way I walked the streets of New Orleans looking for a cheap thrill when I saw him. Now I'll remember it till the trumpets of judgment day sound and I am brought to stand before my maker (well former maker)and made to account for all my sins committed whilst alive and dead. The predator in me went into overdrive. I had to have him!

A Creole a delicious mix of black and Spanish, and I do mean delicious mocha colored skin with acid green eyes. And lips full lick-able, kissable and ever other -able which could be used to describe what I wanted to do to those lips. And legs let me tell you legs from here to there, legs I just wanted to lick all the way up to that treasure I knew to be buried beneath his trousers. Hmm! He had me in a trance I walked over to him without even knowing what I was doing. Before I knew it I was before him getting lost in those eyes.

He was frightened of me, his fear laced the air and made me light headed. And why shouldn't he be I was a white man just like his master; the very same master I could smell all over him. Not surprising he was a beauty god only knows what his mother looked like- I distinctly remember thinking id have to pay her a visit if she looked anything like her son I was in for a good time (and boy did she but that is a tale for another time).

He backed slowly away from me towards the tavern wall, "That's right darling make me want it. Make me chase you. Oh ill chase you, run from me that's what I want you to do to. I want you to fight me I want you to make me work for it" I thought to myself. Yeah I'm a pervert I know and trust me I get worse with each century.

As we played the game of retreat and advance he bumped against the wall of the tavern. Oh god please scream I thought, I felt that familiar ache between my thighs (I get off on being the predator). His eyes grew wide in fear, and his breathing and heart began racing tenfold as I leaned in bringing my lips close. I breathed in his exhaled breath, the air was thick almost choking with his fear.

God was I falling fast. "Scream for me" I whispered against his lips as he began to whimper uncontrollably as I brought my lips to his neck running them up and down his jugular vein. "scream for me" I repeated as I bit down (not drawing blood we will get to that soon enough) worrying it with my teeth. His hands flailed hopelessly to find some leverage to keep him from collapsing. I could hear the blood racing through his veins as I trailed my tongue along his lobe and inside his ear.

I gripped his hips gently to keep him from falling, I could hear the confusion, anger and fear battling inside him for dominance. He desperately wondered how and why his life had come to be this way, nothing more than tool for the satisfaction of his white oppressors. He knew screaming was useless who would help a colored boy like him. Please those drunken buffoons in there would probably have held him down so that I could take what I was entitled to and he dared not fight back fighting back could produce more harm then getting used for sexual gratification he could be hanged.

"SHH" I whispered in his ear as I ground myself shamelessly against him "SHH, calm yourself you'll enjoy it" He gasped as I repeated the very same words that his master had said to him before sodimizing the youth mercilessly. You know I do remember warning you that I was perverse so shut up I can hear your condemnation from here.

Would it redeem me in your self righteous eyes if I told you that before I was even through with the lad he did scream for me shamelessly with passion. Would it help you to know that as I thrust into him over and over that he moaned and panted like a bitch in heat.

Would it help you to know that when he climaxed he clutched at my jacket holding on for dear life so powerful was the orgasm that ripped through his body. Would you sleep better to know that he gave by the end of our first encounter willingly what had been forcibly taken from him by his master; numerous times for that night well into the early hours of the morning before an exhausted sleep finally overtook him. Would it appease you to know that I took his body in every way that you can imagine and even in a few ways what you cant without any fear from him. Well would it? That's what I thought!

Oh now look what you've made me do I given away all the good bits, not really much point lingering now is there. Oh who the hell am I kidding I get off on being watched or in your case read about. Allow me to continue.. Where was I.

Oh yes! He was in horror as he remembered the demoralizing and painful ordeal that had taken place in his masters study, in which he had been bent over the desk with his master riding him as if he were no more than a 2 dollar whore who required no wooing or preparation. His tears had escaped silently down his face onto the desk "Don't make a sound" his master had ordered him and he dared not disobey him.

I continued my assault on his neck, ear, face anywhere that was in reach. Until I came to his lips, I trailed my tongue over his full quivering bottom lip. I licked from one corner to the other before I finally pressed my lips against his. He gasped as I nibbled his lip providing me the opportunity to ease my tongue into his mouth.

I drew away after the first kiss and whispered into his ear "This is what I'm going to do to you tonight" he whimpered as I clutched his violently shaking frame to me bringing every inch of him flush against my body. I gripped the back of his neck tilting it backwards to where it almost became uncomfortable for him; I allowed him momentarily to look at my predatory gaze and to see himself truly for what he was my prey; before I smashed our lips together with a bruising intensity.

I forced my tongue into his mouth thrusting in and out, in and out enacting exactly what I planned to do to his body. This was not just a passion fuelled kiss it was a dominant one in which those involved played the role of submissive and dominant.

When I drew back from him he struggled for breath his cheeks were flushed red, and I remember an all consuming desire to see if that blush extended every where on the young man. Without wasting a moment I tore his shirt from his body, feasting upon it as though a starving man at a banquet. A smooth heaving chest adorned with two chocolate colored nipples is the sight that immediately greeted my hungry gaze. I stared deeply into his eyes daring him to break my gaze (did you know fear stops you from looking away from the very thing that frightens you, funny don't you think) as I removed one hand from his hip and began toying with his nipple.

Let me just say I was going to take my time with this one I mean a beauty like him only crosses my path once every 20 to 30 years. Let me put it this way a Big Mac meal will get you from point a to point b but every once and a while life hands you an opportunity to eat gourmet cuisine and trust me you never rush gourmet cuisine. You savor the flurry of flavors and smells. (Can you guess which category you fall into- no hears a hint not the first one! Okay that was mean you maybe a combo meal with large fries how's that am I forgiven??)

So there I was rolling his nipple delicately until it became a hard numb, I watched as his whimpers and face betrayed a hint on need, for you see his master never touched him like this never, played his body like a violin to his own personal tune no his master was little more than a rutting animal. His body had never betrayed him until now.

Lowering my head to the tortured numb I licked over it before taking it into my mouth and gently pulling on it. His breath came out of his chest making a wooshing noise at it exited his body through his nose, and I could feel his erection straining against his trousers. "Oh yes, I've got him now" I thought as a I cupped him with my hand gently massaging him through the material of his trousers. I moved from one nub to the other as I continued to stroke him, I didn't want to leave any part of him untouched or un-tasted for that matter. I licked down his chest stopping at his navel where I toyed with his belly button alternating between bathing it with my tongue to lapping at it.

Lower still I moved to the very object of my desire- this is the part where I promised the panting like a bitch in heat, you remember it don't you?! Of course you do. I knew of his inner turmoil, his continuous chants of I shouldn't be enjoying this, I shouldn't be enjoying this echoed in his mind, as I removed his trousers to find his erect shaft standing to attention with the head turning to a bright red, the effect of having blood rushing to the tip.

I looked up to find his eyes on me, I licked my lips and he groaned as I brought my head back to his shaft. I lazily licked the tip rolling my tongue in slow circles across the head and stopping only to delve into the slit accumulating the juices on my tongue sampling his flavor like a rare wine. I could feel my fangs wanting to descend as I dove down his shaft taking his length all the way to the roots to the sounds of his surprised gasps.

You see for me there is a very fine line between fucking and killing (don't be so prudish) and I do mean fine, sometimes the need to kill simply over takes me but not this time no siree with a strength that came from I don't know where I forced the predator back in the box and delivered an award worthy blow job.

I kept a tight seal against his penis increasing suction as I moved up the length to the tip rolling my tongue on the underside with each ascension, when I returned to the base and I had him secured deeply within my throat I began to hum. My throat began contracting and vibrating against him in what was no doubt a new sensation as his once limp hands curled themselves in my hair attempting to secure me in my place. I assume when his hands made contact with each other he was startled out of the haze that his arousal had caused because he ripped his hands from my head as though they were on fire.

I chuckled as he thought my retribution for his brazen act of allowing his negro hands to touch me would be swift. Me I couldn't care less and resumed my task only this time I began rolling his testicles which had risen close to his body a sure sign of a fast approaching orgasm. His body arched away from the tavern wall as his orgasm began with him still encased within my throat I began to swallow to increase the sensations that he was feeling.

Every muscle from his stomach to the backs of his calves tensed as the first shot of semen was shot into the back of my throat. Soon the flow of semen slowed down allowing me to sample his taste- it was unique entirely his own just like blood no two samples of come are ever the same. Now I must admit I have tasted semen from people from every race, color and creed. I've tasted come that's tangy, salty, too sweet and sour (that's the worst kind funky spunk yuck!) but none compared to him, it had just the right balance it was delicious.

His chest heaved with the exertion and his hands still clutched at my shoulders as his body ebbed away from the intense high of his orgasm. I kissed his thighs and he glanced down at me, uncertainty evident in every feature of his face. "Turn around" I whispered to him, he obeyed my orders offering no resistance. Such a rear I spent time silently appraising him until he began to shiver from anticipation or from being exposed to the elements I'm not sure which- it could have been a combination from both.

I worshiped his arse completely as though paying homage to a deity. I kissed each firm globe then licked each in turn. I pried them apart to reveal the hidden treasure I knew to be buried within. His breathing hitched a notch when he felt my warm breath against his opening, his knees buckled and I clasped his hips to prevent him from collapsing as I gave him a long slow lick from perineum up to his opening swirling my tongue around his entrance.

His breath escaped from his chest making a repetitive "Hunh, Hunh, Hunh" as I stuck my tongue in coating his insides with my saliva. I tongued him seeing no reason to hurry- I mean he really wasn't going anywhere I had him, well I was in the process of taking him but you get my drift. No one was going to come out of the tavern most were passed out and like I said who would help a negro like him.

Rising from my crouched position I stood behind him my body flush against him I kissed the back of his neck before I spoke directly into his ear "I want you to touch me, do you understand?" He didn't answer but he knew where I wanted his touch. I rubbed my pants clad erection into the cleft of his buttocks.

"I want you to touch me before I take you here" I gripped his hips and thrust against him assimilating what I would do to him. He whimpered and when I stepped back he turned around and licked his lips a gesture more of timidness than eroticism but in my lust fuelled madness it made no difference to me I grabbed his wrist and dragged it all most violently towards my groin.

His eyes opened wide and his lips formed a silent O. "Touch me" I growled before sealing my mouth to his. At first his hand remained rigid against me but then he began to squeeze me through my all too constricting trousers. I growled appreciatively in response as he rhythmatically stroked and squeezed. "Take it out and touch it" I said voice husky with passion.

It took the lad forever to control the tremor in his hands long enough to be able to undo my trousers. He continually looked at me to see if I was angered by his slow pace, keeping my face neutral I offered no encouragement which panicked him further. He was getting a tad bit complacent I didn't want his fear to entirely dissipate. Oh no on the contrary a good dose of fear during sex is the most potent aphrodisiac there is- well at least it is for me! When he finally freed me from my material prison he stroked me slowly from base to tip and back again and it wasn't long before my moans filled the night.

"Enough" I growled I applied pressure to his shoulders and forced him to his knees. "You know what I want" I said to him as I grasped the back of his neck and brought those luscious lips towards my penis. It became my turn for my breathing to catch in my throat as his warm breath washed over me, my gut tightened in anticipation for when I would be buried in that scorching wet cavern.

He gave the tip a lick swirling his tongue around the head delving into the slit to collect the juices that had begun to seep through. "Open your mouth" I rasped "Take me all the way down" I hissed as he complied with my orders and I saw my erection disappear inch by slow inch past those red kiss swollen lips. So hot... My God its so hot - it was like a furnace and his throat so wet and tight. So tight... so tight.

I panted and moaned as he repeatedly took my length so deep so torturously deep into his throat bobbing up and down releasing me until on the head remained in his mouth. I enjoyed as his lips stretched to accommodate my size creating such a tight hold.

"Stop, get up and face the wall and spread your legs" again he complied. I gripped his hips angling them towards me so that only his shoulders and arms remained against the tavern wall. He sighed and shivered as I ran the length of my erection in between his firm cheeks. His thoughts were a whirlwind I couldn't pick out any clear thought but I knew beyond a reasonable doubt that he was aroused.

Our breathing hitched momentarily when I positioned the head of my sex at his entrance (the moment of truth so to speak) and began my journey into the fiery depths of his bowels. Our groans filled the air when my hips met his, I leaned against his back breathing heavily onto his neck as I slowly withdrew only to sink Back into him. I repeated the process again and again keeping my grip on his hips firm. "Does that feel good pet?" I whispered in his ear nipping it as I spoke he only groaned in response.

I kept the torturously slow pace even though I desperately wanted to ram into him over and over until his legs could no longer support his weight and the only thing that would keep him from collapsing would be me. I wanted to thrust so hard that he would cry out each and every time that my hips made contact with his. I wanted to bruise him with the intensity of my passion I wanted him to come with only the aid of my sex working within him driving him to the point of no return.

I kissed the back of his neck as I stroked his prostate, over and over I glided over that button that was sure to send sparks of pleasure racing along his spine. "Ohhh!" "AHHHH" he groaned his voice sounding almost pained, his hands that gripped the side of the wall tightened and I smelled the blood that the splinters drew from his fingers.

Oh the blood. The blood lust. The pure ecstasy of the things. It drove me insane I growled as I gave way to the primal beast within me. I slammed my hips into him driving the air out of his lungs, I withdrew until only the head of my penis remained and plunged back into him before he could catch his breath. "Is this what you want" I growled as I licked his ear when once again my question remained unanswered I grabbed the back of his hair and tilted his face towards mine. I snapped my hips driving him into the wall as I asked "Is this how you want it?" His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I continued my brutal assault "Answer me" I roared.