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Sired - Part 01
⚠️ This fantasy includes CNC and mind control between... consenting adults? Okay, no, there's no sugar coating it. It's vampire rape. Take care of yourself, dldr, don't try this at home.
This can't be happening. I must be dreaming or - going insane, maybe? Why the fuck am I tied up?
No matter how hard I squint my eyes, it's so fucking dark in here, I can't see shit. The only thing I'm sure of is that I'm stark naked, because it's freezing. I don't think I've ever been this cold. The air is all damp - maybe it's some kind of cave?
Well... Sign-up on Grindr, they say. You'll get laid in no time, they say. Fuck my life I guess. I barely remember the guy I was supposed to hook-up with. I must have scored the craziest maniac on Earth...
"Ah, you're finally awake."
Holy shit. The voice is smooth, ethereal, and it comes from somewhere above me. I jerk reflexively, but the metal of the shackles digs into my wrist. I'm pinned down on some kind of - table? Cross?
God I hope it's not a cross. I don't really know why, I guess it would be worse somehow.
"Who the fuck are you?" I snap, voice raspy as hell. How long was I unconscious? My throat is itching, I don't remember being this thirsty before.
"Now, now, that's not the way to address your Sire," the voice chuckles. Despite the amused lilt and the lightness of it, it's definitely a guy.
"My - what now?"
"Your Sire, pretty thing. Some have the nerves to call themselves Masters, but I happen to dislike the term. What can I say - I'm old fashioned. It should have dawned on you already that you can't move, and I'll encourage you strongly not to try."
There's ruffling - fabric? Something is getting closer. My heart is pounding in my -
- actually. My heart isn't pounding at all.
A shiver of terror runs down my spine as my consciousness slowly comes back into my body, assessing. I was panting - but no, not really. Every inhale is shallow. There's nothing to exhale. And even if I'm scared as shit, properly terrified, nothing is throbbing in my chest. No familiar thumping.
"What...what is going on?" I mumble, more to myself than to my captor.
The cold doesn't come from the room. It comes directly from my body. I rub the tips of my fingers together - my skin is like ice. But now that I think about it, it's not unpleasant. The coolness is just sensory information. I don't shiver. Apparently I don't breathe either.
"You're at the first stage of your ascension, pretty thing," the voice continues. "A critical and confusing era - trust me, we've all been there. But you'll come to like it."
My vision adjusts enough to figure out the contours of a face, leaning over mine. Pale, almost translucent. Dark eyes without pupils, colorless lips stretched into an amused smirk, a huge mess of dark curls cascading down as he gets closer.
When he speaks again, his mouth doesn't even twitch. That's how I understand that his words are echoing directly inside my head.
"I freed you from the burden of humanity," he says, and there's something like pride in the way he tells so. "I made you into something greater. And it's an ungrateful task, because you will resent me for this gift - at first."
"What are you?" I dare ask, even if it feels stupid.
"You're not asking the right question, pet. What I am and what you are, those are now one and the same. Apart from the obvious fact that you've been sired by me - therefore, my wishes are your commands."
"Yeah, no - fuck that, man. I'm not -"
"-quiet."
My mouth shuts instantly close, the word like a cold hand pressed over it. I whine and writhe as much as I can, but there's nothing I can do. Above me, the man is still smiling.
"See?" He says - or at least that's what I hear him say in my head. "The bond is already strong. By drinking your blood, I made your will bow before mine. Your body will answer to me in ways you can't even begin to fathom. And when you drink mine, we'll be unstoppable. You'll gain a fraction of my powers, and your new life will begin - one that will last forever."
This is not happening. This is - I'm gonna wake up any second now.
"Oh, you poor thing," the man coos. A hand brushes against my cheek, almost tenderly. "You're still hoping there's a way out. But you must know that I'm telling the truth. Don't you feel it? This... undescribable thirst? Speak," he orders.
And just like that, my mouth opens and I start talking - "I'm so fucking thirsty," and it's true, my throat feels on fire, "but also you're a freak and you're scaring the living shit out of me right now. If you think I'm gonna bend over for you, you got another thing coming, dude."
"Oh my, you're feisty!" he laughs, for real this time, mouth opening enough for me to see the long fucking fangs. "I have no interest in bending you over, pretty thing. However, you're not entirely wrong. I do expect something from you. My...condition comes with a great deal of loneliness, you see."
"So go rub one in your coffin, man, I don't know!" I snap back, trying to move my face away from his hand that keeps caressing my cheek. "Just - drink my blood and let me go, okay? I won't tell a thing - who the fuck would believe me anyway?"
"I've already had my fair share of blood from you, darling. My only goal now is to make sure I don't bring a feral, ill-behaved vampire into the world. My reputation is at stake. And when the thirst, the hunger becomes unbearable, you'll have to control it. There's no going back to your old life anymore, pet. There's only me." His thumb presses against my bottom lip, pulling it down gently. "Open up," he whispers.
And I do. I wish I could resist, but it's no use - what the hell am I supposed to do? He slides three fingers into my mouth, stretching it open. Licks his lips.
"Now, be a good pupil, and suck."
My cheek hollow, and I suck on his fingers like my life depends on it. I don't even have to think about it - it's just what my body does. My tongue moves on its own, licking hungrily, trying to keep up the pace as he starts pumping his fingers in my mouth. The sound is downright obscene. I'm drooling, almost choking on my own spit, and he keeps looking at me with those terrifying dark eyes.
"The hardest thing about a newborn vampire," he tells casually while finger fucking my mouth at an increasing pace, "is to make them understand their place. Despite the bond, newborns tend to rebel against their Sire - open wider. Perfect." He takes his fingers out, only to spit directly on my tongue. "Swallow." Fucking disgusting. "Good boy. Where was I? Ah, yes. The rebellious mind of a newborn is a dangerous thing," he continues with a levelled tone like he's talking about the fucking weather while shoving now four fingers down my throat. "Before you're allowed to drink my blood, I have to make sure you're loyal and obedient. Controlling you is easy, but it runs stale very quickly. Open again."
More spit. Great. It's running down my chin, I bet I have some in my eye.
"Swallow, and say thank you."
"T-thank-you," I hiss through clenched teeth.
The slap takes me by surprise and I flinch from the pain. He's strong. He has - fucking long nails and everything.
"You should address me as Sire."
"But...you just said to say thank you -"
"- politeness is always implied, darling."
And before I could prepare for it, he climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. Oh for fuck sakes - he's naked too. He looks like a lightweight, honestly, all lean and smooth, but the strength of the slap tells me I wouldn't win in a fight.
"By the end of your training-" he continues effortlessly, spreading my spit on his cock - oh fuck.
He...he told me I wouldn't bend over, right? That's what he said. Well thank God for that because that thing isn't human.
"-you will rather be a well-mannered servant," he goes on, jerking the absurd rod of flesh he has for a dick, "or I'll just dispose of you. It wouldn't be the first time I have to kill an infant. I don't particularly like it, but that's the only alternative. Now, be a good useful thing and get hard for me."
I almost laugh to his face. What, he really thinks I can - what the fuck.
"That was quick," he chuckles appreciatively. "Spit in my hand, darling, I'm going to need more."
Eyes wide with horror, I diligently spit into his palm and watch him wrapping both of his hands around our cocks. Mine is rock hard. It's already red and swollen like it's been hard for hours.
"I hope you understand - ah - that your only purpose now is to serve me. Pet isn't just a term of endearment - hm - it's your nature, darling. Oh, that feels really good. I was aching to find a nice plaything just like you, but unfortunately, the men of this century are all extremely dull - ah yes -"
My mind is on fire. I can't take my eyes off his hands sliding up and down, can't control how I'm twitching - and the worst part is that he's good at it. He squeezes our lengths hard, flushing them together, despite the fact that he's twice my size and girth. And it... I can't say it doesn't feel good. I can't say I'm enjoying it either, but...
Nobody ever touched me like that. With passion, with intent - with grace almost.
"Your thoughts are flattering, pet."
"...you can read my thoughts?"
"I sure can, but I don't need to: they're plastered on your face, darling. You'll see that being my infant has its perks. I'll tend to your needs thoroughly, and I'll make you come like nobody ever did."
"You're sick," I manage to spit despite the pleasure building up, "you're - fucking crazy."
"Such vulgarity," he sighs.
When he lets go of my cock, I almost feel relieved. Maybe it's over. Maybe he's just gonna let me rot here forever - but no. He shifts his hips forward, angling my cock towards -
"Wait, wait -"
"Shh, it's alright pet, you're not going to hurt me."
And just like that, he lines me up against his entrance and sinks on my cock. I'm not proud of the sound I made. A strangled moan, desperate and high pitched, as warmness and tightness surrounds me. His body swallows me whole - no prep, no lube, the guy doesn't even break a sweat and starts riding me with an inch of his life.
"Shit," I mumble, looking away to try and escape whatever is happening, "shit, shit - I don't - please -"
"I could easily make you like it, you know," he chimes lightly as he slams himself on me, his monstrous cock bouncing between us. "But where's the fun in that? I want you - ah - to enjoy it as much as I do. Have you ever been in a tighter hole than mine?"
"I...I don't know. Please... Don't -"
"Feel how I'm opening up for you, darling," he says, his hands roaming on my chest, up to my neck. His hair is flowing down all around him, tingling my arms. "Feel how wet I am for you. A nice trick, isn't it? I'm a relentless lover. You'll never have a dull moment with me."
His hands are soft, and the next minute, they're strong. They close around my throat, forcing me to look up to him, rendering me speechless.
"Eyes on me, pet," he orders, bouncing ever faster. "I want to see the look on your face when you spill your seed into me. I know you're close already - it's alright."
"Mmph-"
Black spots over my eyes. Tightness building in my balls, his walls clenching around me like a vice - I can't. I can't hold it, I'm so deep inside him, it's too much -
"Don't fight it, my pretty toy," he whispers inside my head. "Give me your light, now. Give me that life, let it burst inside me - there you go, my darling pet. Oh, I can feel you soaking my walls..."
As soon as I start coming, an uncontrolled sob breaks out of me. I can't close my eyes, forced to look at him, so the tears just fall and run down my cheeks. My whole body twitches and shivers, and I watch him arching back with delight. He moans loudly, obscenely, and when I soften, he lets my cock slip out of him and straddles my chest. He angles his delirious, absurd cock towards my face and pumps it frantically.
All I can do is watch.
"Open wide, pet," he hisses, jerking himself at a pace that isn't human. "Open wide for your Sire - that's it, stick your pretty tongue out. You're right where you belong, darling: underneath me, ready to serve my body. I'm going to paint your face with my come, darling, and you're going to thank me for it."
Mommy's thick thighs crushing my hips while she bounces on my little cock, cooing in my ear, telling me I'm her special boy ~
Mommy making me wear the strap-on she likes the most and riding it, asking me to stay still, to be quiet, to let her have this ~
Mommy bringing me at work, keeping me in her office to use me whenever she's on a break.
Mommy lending me to a coworker who's having a rough day and who needs to blow off some steam. Mommy pinning me to the ground while someone else fucks me hard and fast, saying I'm being a very good toy, that she can share me with whoever she wants.
Mommy pulling me on her lap to spank my cheeks until they're red, until I'm crying, spreading them to finger my tight little hole, telling me to be brave for her.
