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Jerry's been around for a long time; long enough to understand that humans, no matter how hard they try to fight, think they're going to win, are small and helpless when it comes to protecting the ones they care about from forces far superior than their own.Charley Brewster is no different, is just like the rest of his kind. He's a stubborn guy, sure, Jerry will give him that, but he's still an idiot whose silly little infatuation clouds his judgement.It was amusing, at first.Charley, head-over-heels for this girl, Amy, who definitely was not in his league—you know, as the children say these days. Where the blonde stank of popularity, love, attention… all he could smell on the boy was neglect. Real potent stuff, too. Charley was suffering, trapped in his own personal hell, while his girlfriend had not a single care in the world.They weren't built to last, not at all… not in this life.So, Jerry took it upon himself to resolve that dilemma. If Charley wasn't going to wake up and see that the roses were artificial, plastic, fake, not real, then he was just going to have to knock some sense into the guy himself.He'd expected a fight, he always does, but he hadn't expected the kid to fight fire with fire.
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A challenge; that was all Charley ever was.Jerry, well, he's started to become too laidback—staying in at night to browse the television for tasteless entertainment rather than the streets for juicy appetisers, and often people watching during the day instead of sucking dry the pathetic whores in his white rooms (however, the second one had been the reason Charley came across his sights, so Jerry's not going to knock that lifestyle change just yet).Blood in this town wasn't hard to obtain, those dim-witted high school kids and clueless locals no match for his smart manipulation on the nights he came out of his house to pick his dinner for the next few days. Jerry bides his time, keeping an eye on the neighbour, his mother, his 'girlfriend'…Until, one night, Charley comes knocking on his door.Jerry looks the kid up and down, appreciates the view he's only been catching close-but-not-close-enough glimpses of these past weeks, and puts on his most charming smile."Hey, guy. What can I do for you?"Jerry might have grown bored, complacent, perhaps, but he intends to play with his food tonight.
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Jerry is a creature of habit.Blood and sex are both primal urges, one needed for his survival, the latter… less so, but an easy convenience he has grown to hunger for just as badly—and when one can disassociate the fine line between pleasure and pain, screams of terror from cries of ecstasy, only then does the real fun begin.Charley, Charley, Charley; the boy is ripe, his scent infectious, catching on the air under his nose. Jerry nearly lets his fangs drop right there, under the flirting eyes of the kid's mother and girlfriend. He has to bite down on his gums, taste the stale but heady taste of his own blood to compose himself before things get ugly.That night, once Ed is dealt with, he drains a whore from off the streets—Jessica might have been her name, but all that's not important now—and he thinks of Charley. He thinks of the boy's smell, and sinking his teeth into him; first his mouth, slicing soft flesh and licking up the aftertaste, then the throat, ripping and tearing and feeding until the kid's body is limp enough for other activities.Jessica—hm, no, maybe that hadn't been her name—goes slack in his grip, unseeing eyes staring straight ahead. He groans, releases his fangs from her dry artery, before wiping the leftover blood across his face, wet fingers trailing over his lips, tongue darting out to chase the flavour of what was once a good time, but won't be another's again.Charley is in his bed sound asleep when Jerry stands in his backyard, looking up at the kid's window. He's twisted in the sheets, mouth open, snoring, and his bare throat shines under the faint glimmer of moonlight.Fuck, guy, he thinks, pressing the heel of his hand to the hard, growing bulge in his pants as he imagines those plush lips wrapped around his cock, his hands on that pale neck; the power, the control, the struggle.Yes, he's going to enjoy breaking this one.
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"W-What do you want from me?" Charley rasps, breaths thin and frail around the crushing grip Jerry has on his throat. Jerry flexes his fingers, just to feel the kid choke, feet kicking uselessly at his legs."Oh, I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet, Charley," he chuckles, leaning in to inhale the boy's scent. He groans against Charley's skin, mouth pressed to the fluttering pulse, racing with teenage hormones and all the good stuff that makes a vampire's meal worth the wait.Charley's eyes widen a bit more at the insinuation, his body wriggling harder as he tries to escape. It's no use, he must know that, but Jerry suspects this one is not one to back down without a fight, however short and weak. Guy's got guts. He likes that."Let me tell you what I'm going to do, kid," he says, trivial, to the point.Charley stops struggling and goes limp in defeat. Jerry's got him pinned to the wall, trapped, and his throat swallows with difficultly at the hand pushing firm against his windpipe. "You're going to be a good boy for me while I drink that sweet, sweet blood of yours, hm. Maybe when I'm done, I can be good for you too. How does that sound, guy?" Jerry presses his other hand to the kid's crotch, squeezing, and Charley whimpers. Pathetic, but oh so satisfying.Charley nods feebly, closing his eyes.
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Charley arches under his heavy ministrations, naked and trembling, stomach stretched taut and throat an open invitation. Jerry sinks his fangs in, glides his nails down the boy's back, leaving marks he's sure won't heal for weeks. He drinks, and drinks, and drinks some more as he fucks Charley into the bed, growling against the boy's throat, blood smearing his mouth, dripping onto their chests, bathing them in slick warmth.Later, when Jerry's finished feeding and finding release, he slips his fangs out of the kid's neck and admires the debauched mess he's created; Charley, his back littered in red-lined scratches, eyes pleading, cock limp, breaths weak from blood loss."You should see yourself, guy," he murmurs, low. He gives Charley's cock a teasing stroke, chuckles at the thready moan from oversensitivity, and smirks as he does it again."Please, kill me," Charley whispers, voice hoarse.And, well, Jerry is a man of his word.
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Jerry has never considered himself to be a gentle lover—far from it, actually—but there are those rare nights where he just wants to take Charley nice and good, deep and slow, and make it last as many times as possible until the poor boy faints from exhaustion.
Charley moans so loud and pretty on those nights, thighs latching around Jerry's hips almost as tight as he is around Jerry's cock. Jerry will watch the boy's eyelids flutter, delicate and beautiful, fanning across his cheekbones, and stroke him through each languid roll of his hips."J-Jer—" Charley gasps, stomach contracting with sharp inhales and exhales, pressed against Jerry's own, and Jerry smiles."Such a good boy, Charley," he murmurs, voice a silky purr as he pushes in and stays, still and solid, before gently undulating his hips and rubbing his cock into the boy's prostate.Charley mewls, helpless from the onslaught of sensation, hands grabbing at his shoulders as he bucks in Jerry's lap. Jerry soothes and shushes him, pets his spurting dick as it makes a mess between them."N-No, s-s-stop—" Charley whimpers and groans weakly as Jerry continues to abuse his prostate and fondle his oversensitive cock. "J-J-Jerry, p-please!"Jerry chuckles, resting his other hand on Charley's chest, over his thrumming heart, and shuts his eyes; pays close attention to the tight, warm pulse of the boy's insides as he's milked by Jerry's cock. He lets his fangs slide out, growling as he hears Charley keen, desperate, frantic, heartbeat under his palm a wild and furious rhythm."Going to fill you up, guy, so full. Are you ready?" he whispers, voice rough behind his fangs, and Charley whimpers his name pathetically. Jerry sighs in release, his hand a steady tug and pull on Charley's dick as he circles his hips. Charley doesn't stop shaking and whining, even after Jerry has come in him two more times, his cock a soft and wet mess on his belly, his thighs streaked in Jerry's fluids as it trickles out of his sloppy hole. His eyes are bleary with tears, and he looks about ready to pass out.Jerry taps a finger on the boy's cock and it jerks, a useless twitch. Charley lets out a small, choking moan."Too much?" Jerry smirks, strokes his hand through the boy's sweaty hair, and then down his madly heaving chest. "Don't worry, Charley," he says, a low reassurance, the boy squirming in his lap. "I'm not finished with you just yet."Charley's breathless, high-pitched squeal of oversensitivity is music to Jerry's ears as he easily slips into the boy's loose and stretched hole, beginning the slow and gentle process of milking his prostate once more.
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Jerry loves Charley's noises.
Charley's loud shudder of breath when a gentle scrape of Jerry's teeth against his throat becomes the sharp glide of a razor.Charley's quiet hiss as Jerry's fangs pierce into his flesh.Charley's garbled whines when Jerry teases the open wound with his tongue.Charley's indignant squawk as Jerry forces him down onto the bed and rips the clothes from his body.Charley's soft little whimper when Jerry spreads his thighs and licks over his hole.Charley's choked groans as Jerry fingers him.Charley's ashamed moan when Jerry thrusts in.Charley's surprised and breathless grunt as Jerry fucks him through his first orgasm.Charley's dry sobs when he's had enough but Jerry's only just getting started.Charley's heaving sighs as he's too limp and fucked-out to do anything but lie there and take it.Jerry loves Charley's noises, but his favourite…"Jerry," Charley gasps, throat muscles raw from all his screaming seconds earlier.Jerry smirks and rubs the boy's cock, the poor thing struggling to maintain its hardness. He makes sure he's snug and tight in Charley, right up against the prostate, and grinds his hips.
"Jerry!" Charley wails again.
Ah, yes, his favourite.
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Charley is breathtaking like this, his pale skin soft and supple under the moonlight, his deer eyes big and wide, his lean and gangly limbs spread out on the hood of Jerry's truck. Jerry slaps a cruel hand on his stomach, then lifts his thighs up into the air, pulls them around his shoulders, rocks against him, and the boy's hole swallows the head of his cock with a shuddery twitch."Jeez, kid, you're tight," he growls, listening to Charley's hitched cries as he's stretched open. He knows not to struggle, fight back; take it all like a good boy, is what he needs to do.Jerry brings the fingers of his other hand to Charley's throat, caresses the straining bob of his Adam's apple, and slides himself in deeper."Ah!" Charley yelps, high and wobbly, thighs spasming where they're hanging over Jerry’s shoulders. Jerry lets his hips settle, for a second, before he gives them a thrust. Charley’s tight little hole clenches down greedily when he bumps up against the boy’s prostate. "Aaaaah!""Loud, aren't you," he purrs, and Charley moans, almost in agreement, as Jerry smacks his ass. "Not as loud as your pussy, huh." He smacks it again, just to hear the satisfying sound of flesh meeting flesh, followed by Charley's pained whine.Virgins always come fast.Jerry expects it, revels in the feeling, when Charley starts to buck and whimper, getting tighter and tighter as his orgasm approaches, and a final hard thrust, rubbing over his prostate, has the kid making a goddamn awful mess of himself; cock kicking to life, spurting white ribbons, one after another, painting his heaving chest and pink nipples.Charley does start to struggle, once he realises that Jerry isn't going to stop fucking him. He sobs and flails, attempting to break free, no doubt oversensitive. Jerry chuckles, splaying a hand across Charley's throat, squeezing with enough force to cause a panicked gasp."Don't ruin the fun now, guy. Were doing so well, hm?" he murmurs, grins wickedly at the fear in the boy's eyes as his breath stutters to a halt. He continues thrusting, rolling his hips up, pressing in as far as he can go before there's resistance.By the time he eventually comes, pumping the boy full, until it's dripping out of him and running down the truck's paintwork, shiny and wet, Charley is an unconscious heap on his hood; limp, used, and the picture-perfect image of a broken china doll.If there even was anything innocent left to destroy in this pitiful world, Jerry is pretty sure he's already found the last.
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Jerry has always liked cameras, despite being a stranger to their technology, a creature forbidden a reflection. Just something about the way they were able to capture a living, breathing moment and hold it there was interesting to the vampire. Mirrors were also… highly fascinating.Charley is the first person to learn this information about him, whether the boy wants to or not; an innocent encounter, maybe not so innocent after all, polite conversation giving way to heated words and struggling limbs. Charley, laid out on the floor of his bedroom, in front of the mirror, his mother thankfully gone someplace nice for the evening and girlfriend tucked away safe at home.Charley squirms, kicks his legs, very much useless fighting, while Jerry's mouth moves over his chest, finds and licks at a nipple, the other, suckles on them until the flesh hardens and a quiet sound ghosts the boy's lips."Make such pretty noises, don't you?" he murmurs, nipping the sensitive nub under his tongue, two of his fingers stuffed in the boy's tight hole. Charley's hips rock up, small grinding motions, the sharpest of pained hiccups lodged in his throat. "It's adorable."Charley's attempts of escape renew. Jerry chuckles as he slips his fingers out, rearranges the boy's body to sit upright, leant against him. He runs a calloused hand down pale, beautiful skin and watches it burn from the touch, nipples peaked, cock still a soft furl between his legs."You're not aroused, Charley? Seeing yourself like this?" Jerry purrs, disappointed. He gets Charley's dick in his hand and strokes, base to tip, slow, then faster. The boy's thighs twitch, almost a convulsion of sorts, and he throws his head back, eyes closed, lets loose a pitiful mewl of distress. Jerry feels Charley's cock fatten in his hand. "Oh, Charley. Look at yourself. Come on. Open your eyes."Charley's eyes widen frantically as he sees himself in the reflection, the fight leaving his body. He must realise how he looks; legs splayed open, naked and pure and defenceless in Jerry's lap, but with no real proof of anyone else there beside him. Jerry grins when Charley's hole clenches down around nothing, the pucker winking at him from shiny mirrored glass."So shy," he whispers in the boy's ear, before he pushes two fingers back inside. Charley's body bends forward at the sensation and Jerry watches Charley's face in the mirror go taut in pleasure, mouth falling open, his hole stretched on something, but also nothing, the ring of muscle fluttering open in empty air. Just to experiment, Jerry begins thrusting his fingers in and out, and the sight of Charley's hole contracting with each one leaves him speechless."Bet I can get you to come all over yourself, make a huge mess. You'd look so gorgeous, in the mirror, finding release. Would you like that, guy?" Jerry tuts at Charley's weak shake of the head, pressing both fingers against Charley's prostate, gently massaging the bundle of nerves. He knows this will change the boy's mind. Almost on cue, Charley yelps and starts humping onto his fingers, hole spasming in and out as pleasure electrifies his body. "Fuck. Such a dirty boy, Charley. Look at that tight little hole going wild, giving me kisses." He grins, fangs bared, and Charley's whimper is so sweet. "How about a proper kiss?"Charley's head shakes more severely in refusal, sobs breaking free from his mouth, but Jerry doesn't care. He bites at Charley's lips, tastes blood bubbling from the cut flesh, licks it away and slides his tongue down the boy's throat as he adds a third finger. Charley's body seizes, choking on Jerry's tongue, hole clamping even tighter around the new intrusion.Jerry presses all three fingers in deep, allows Charley a gasping breath of air before he nudges them over his prostate, and smiles."Going to fuck that tight ass now," he hums as he abuses Charley's prostate in quick succession. Charley thrashes, wailing, when Jerry easily lifts him up to replace his fingers with his cock, and there's enough prostate stimulation for the boy to slip right down onto the length until he's filled by every thick inch, snug on Jerry's lap."Ah, ahhh, ungh, t-to-too much," Charley whines, tears in his eyes. Jerry sees him in the mirror, skin flushed, muscles corded and strained, hole so pretty and pink, gaping wide on his cock."Too much? But, oh, Charley, we haven't even begun." Jerry cackles as he thrusts up, rocking the body in his lap. Charley's hole is wrecked, and dilates helplessly around his cock, around nothing, in the mirror. It's fucking perfect, the hottest thing Jerry has ever seen. The boy's own member is full and plump with blood, jerking and twitching with every stab of Jerry's hips."Ah, ah, ahhhhh, no, no, p-please, no, m-m'g-gonna—g-g-gonna…"Jerry watches, struck by awe for the first time in bloody decades, as he hears Charley gasp and gasp and gasp, then let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a shout; his head thrown back, toes curling so hard it looks like it hurts, as he comes. The boy's hole looks magnificent too, opening and closing in pulsing vibrations, almost strangling his cock.By the time Charley is sucking in hitched breaths, belly wet and sticky in release, Jerry is close to coming himself. He rotates his hips, chasing the sensation, and surely doesn't miss Charley's panting whines and pained groan when he grazes his oversensitive prostate."You'll love this part." Jerry breathes the words against Charley's ear, a fervid whisper, before he comes with a long moan. He usually closes his eyes, but this time he keeps them open to see the slick whiteness in the boy's hole. Charley's rim leaks as Jerry continues to fill him, the muscles contracting, pushing the fluid out until it drips and drips, his hole swollen, red and glossy and coated in Jerry's come.Charley's face is slack, cock soft and limp in a puddle of his own mess, his breathing weak and laboured, when Jerry finally finishes coming. He flicks one of Charley's nipples and the boy keens, small and exhausted, hole almost flinching as it tries to close with no success.They definitely would need to try this again.
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Jerry knows Charley is an omega the first time he lays eyes upon him, mouth salivating and nostrils flaring as he is flooded with the boy's scent; it's sweet like innocence, untainted by another. Nobody has bred this poor little thing yet, it seems. Oh dear, and if that isn't a crime against nature.Jerry would have to be the one to change it.Charley's bedroom might be easy enough access to an alpha as it is, but being a vampire makes the task too easy. He stands at the foot of Charley's bed, watching the omega breathe soundly in his sleep."Charley…" he sing-songs.Charley's eyelids flutter and his eyebrows crinkle downward, almost like he smells the alpha in the room. Jerry's smirk stretches into a full grin when he sees a small rise beneath the sheets, no doubt Charley’s cock reacting to his presence. Unconscious he may be, but the omega knows he's about to be bred for the first time tonight.Jerry crawls over Charley's prone body, arms on either side of his head. He leans down, breathing in deep, and lets out a soft groan at the intoxicating musk of the omega's arousal.Charley bolts upright, a yelp escaping his lips when he both realises there is someone on top of him and head-butts said person in his haste to sit up."Ouch," Jerry says, wicked amusement on his face as Charley's eyes widen frightfully."W-What are you doing?" Charley demands. Jerry is sure the kid had meant to sound anything other than scared and undignified but, well, that is just what's happening right now, isn't it?Jerry hums noncommittally in reply, instead using their positioning to his advantage, pressing his body down hard against the omega beneath him. Even with the blanket separating them, Jerry feels the omega's cock kick slightly between his legs."Oh, hello, what do we have here?" Jerry lifts the blanket, shucking it to the bottom of the bed messily, and leers down at the sight of the omega's pretty pink cock."H-H—Hey!""What a tasty morsel you are," Jerry purrs, flicking his thumb over the head. Charley whimpers, the noise so short that Jerry repeats the motion just to hear it again. "You're a sensitive one, aren't you, little omega?"Charley sucks in a sharp breath, tears present in his eyes. "W-Why are you d-d-doing this to me?" he whispers.Jerry idly taps his index finger against the shaft of the omega's cock as he patiently decides his next course of action—every touch is received by a twitch of the appendage and a beautiful whimper, which makes this process take longer than originally planned."A very good question indeed," he says, teasing the head of the omega's cock with a sharp, careful nail. Charley gnashes his teeth to avoid moaning, but the choked gasp Jerry hears in its place is enough to satisfy. With that sound looping in his mind, he begins to roll the omega over.Immediately, there is resistance."N-No, what—stop!" Charley thrashes underneath him, futile struggles against a much stronger bed partner, and begins to softly sob once he realises how this is going to go."Shush," Jerry admonishes, eyes roaming across the naked flesh bared to him.Charley really is the perfect omega; scrawny but lithe, freckles adorning the pale expanse of his back, and a pert ass that begs for a set of teeth marks."P-P-Please, do-don't do this," Charley tries to plead, voice watery, but all Jerry can hear is the desperate undertone.Please fuck me, alpha."Very well," he murmurs, spreading those gorgeous cheeks and licking a long, slow line of wet. The omega's answering shout is so delectable, almost more than the taste of budding slick on his tongue."S-Sto—ooooooohhhh…" Charley's objection peters off into a breathless keen, the omega's hips arching up to meet his mouth. Jerry groans in appreciation, loosens the tight opening with firm strokes of his tongue, before wriggling a finger inside. "O-Oh!""Yes, that's it, let me hear you," Jerry rumbles, rubbing the flat of his tongue over the ring of muscle again as he adds another.Charley's hitched breaths and blathering cries are a sick symphony to Jerry's ears. His own engorged cock throbs in tandem to every squeeze of the hole around his thick digits. Once Jerry is sure he's prepared enough, he gives a few extra drags of pressure, makes certain each one is a direct assault on Charley's overly sensitive prostate gland, before removing them with a raucous laugh when the omega's pucker kisses the empty air his fingers leave behind. "Why, Charley, aren't you a needy little pup, hm?" Jerry praises. The omega shakes his head, trembling from head to toe in shame and defiance. "Yes, you are," he affirms, prodding the omega's hole with a cruel finger. "If only you could see your soaking cunt. It's just begging for a nice, solid cock."Jerry wastes no time waiting for the indignant reply, freeing himself from his jeans to press into the willing bitch below him. Charley weakly flounders at the sudden intrusion, grunting and wailing as the alpha sheathes himself to the point of aching fullness."Whoo, got a set of lungs on ya, guy," Jerry chuckles, placing one hand on the delicious dip above the omega's ass and threading the other through sandy brown curls. "Be a good boy and bare that pretty throat of yours for me, yeah?"Charley fights against the hold, bucking up in a pitiful attempt to shove Jerry off; all the movement does is cause the omega to fuck himself deeper on the alpha's cock, angle shifting just the right amount for Jerry to press into his prostate."Ngh," Charley moans, the sound tiny, but enough of a reaction for Jerry to know he enjoyed that. He does it again. "Aaahhh—uuuhhh.""Ah, yes, that's the spirit," he eulogises, giving the omega's ass a hearty slap. "Put your spine into it. Promise you'll find it much more… comfortable."Charley must finally grasp how useless his efforts to escape have been, or he has decided the pleasure Jerry is giving to him is not as intolerable as he'd expected, because the next push back at Jerry's thrust is accurately timed."Mmmm—haaaaaa—Alpha!" Charley moans, louder, unbidden, almost wanton, the noise less confined to his throat.Jerry's teeth flash in a crooked, dirty smile.How adorable.
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Charley really did not think this was possible.Peter Vincent had almost artfully explained the uses of vampire compulsion those many years ago, yet he'd been hesitant to believe any of the words out of that rude and eccentric mouth. The man had been a fraud, not to mention a pompous ass on more than one delightfully vexing occasion. Though now, in retrospect, Charley should have guessed the man to have some level of knowledge. He'd researched vampires for a very long time, and yes, maybe half of that information would be useless and horribly redundant to the likes of curious minds, but some of it must have come from truth and not fiction. Well, this specific piece of intellect certainly was accurate."Charley," Jerry growls, the sound low and guttural, dark eyes narrowed and sharp.Charley rolls his shoulders lazily, meeting his sire's gaze with a mirth he hasn't had the chance to feel in way too long. "Jerry," he says back, carefully contrite on purpose.Jerry, against the chains holding his naked body, makes to lunge at him with a shout laced in fury."Whoa, Jer, easy now," Charley simpers, crossing his arms. "You're not doing yourself any favours right now, acting like a rabid animal." At Jerry's next loud growl, he laughs. "Okay, if that's how you wanna do this, I can play."Jerry's expression goes flat and cold. "Play?" he snaps. "If you think you—"
Quiet.
Charley grins, wide and too pleased, as Jerry's mouth stops moving. The vampire's eyes flash in warning, of what Charley can only imagine, but it does not matter. Jerry has no power. He is in control right now."Good boy," Charley coos, chuckling when the unwanted praise makes Jerry shift in his chains uncomfortably. "Look at how nice you can be with just a little bit of direction. Who would have thought the big, bad vampire only wanted to let go of his power and submit."As soon as the word leaves Charley's lips, Jerry is lowering his head and tilting it to the side, those inky pools of haughty derision now glazed and soft, neck bared in obedience."Such a good listener," Charley murmurs, walking over to his sire to ruffle a hand through midnight strands. A noise between snarl and whine escapes the vampire's tensed frame at the physical contact. "You're very good. So receptive. But… I think you can do better than that, Jer."
Open.
Jerry's mouth parts easily for Charley's fingers and he presses one onto a fang, hissing at the sting as it is pierced. He watches Jerry's eyelashes flutter at the first taste of his blood but he doesn't let the moment last too long, shoving a second finger in and pushing them both to the back of the vampire's throat. Jerry jolts, chains rattling, as he chokes on Charley's fingers.Charley groans, the rush of euphoria from such a singular demeaning act enough to get him hard. "You have no idea how hot this is for me," he whispers, close enough to his sire's ear that he feels the shudder it is able to elicit. "Seeing you like this. Gagging on my fingers like a desperate, thirsty creature."Jerry's throat contracts around his fingers with the rumble of a strained, hoarse moan. Charley can't help it—he giggles."Oh, you like that?" he teases, fucking his fingers into the warm, wet cavern of his sire's throat. "You like being told you're taking my fingers like a good boy?"Jerry's next moan is small and broken, eyes open now, looking into Charley's own. Charley savours the sight; glistening pools of charcoal, nothing but sick and twisted need in those dilated pupils."Yeah, yeah, you like it," Charley rambles, more to himself than the other, swirling his fingers in a fluid motion. It must tickle his sire's gag reflex because Jerry gurgles and swallows around his fingers, eyes rolling up into his head. "Yeah, that's it, Jer, just like that," he sighs happily. "Bet you'd struggle more than this with my cock, huh? Dribble all over me like such a messy pup, right?"Charley freezes when he realises what he's said. Shit. Fuck.But…Jerry's abrupt moan is dishevelled, high and reedy; something Charley has never witnessed from the man ever before.It's—addicting. Pretty. So, so good.Charley needs to hear it again. He will.
Again.
Jerry swallows around his fingers, nostrils flared, eyes closed in bliss, but it's not what he wanted. Maybe he needs to be more… particular.Moan for me.Jerry does moan. He does. But it's lacking, damn it. It's not—not the same.Louder.Jerry's next moan is louder, but again, it's not what Charley wants to hear. Fuck. This compulsion thing was finicky.
Higher.
This moan is nearly right, but it's not right enough. Charley is disappointed. It must show on his face somehow because the sound Jerry makes is too close to a whimper. Charley immediately feels guilty as hell—and not just because his cock twitches in interest at the note of displeasure from his sire's used lips."I'm sorry," he mumbles, withdrawing his fingers. Damn it, the mood is ruined now. Isn't it?"You're overthinking this, guy."Charley startles at Jerry's voice, rough and worn from his fingers. He has no right to sound this attractive after all of that, Charley thinks despondently. He looks into Jerry's eyes, though, and is thrown back into the moment before he has time to question what that says about him.Jerry's lips are wet and glossy, oh so pink, but his eyes. Those are eyes of a predator caught by prey. Steel melted into liquid syrup.Charley blinks, shaking his head. "Where were we then, Jer?"His sire's eyes glint, the tiniest hint of the Jerry underneath this defenceless mask. "I think that's your call, isn't it, master?"Charley's stomach flips at the sweetest implication in that simple, honest phrase. He smiles, giddy with excitement as he lets the following command slither off his tongue.Roll over, puppy.If Peter had any idea Charley was using his knowledge for sex role play with a vampire, he's quite sure the man would be lost between cackling himself stupid and draining a whole bottle of scotch.
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Charley thought the compulsion role play would be a one-time only thing. He'd been surprised that Jerry had even agreed to it, allowed Charley to puppet his body for his own pleasure. When he'd asked his sire if they could do it again, he had expected quite an aggressive refusal… certainly not the vampire's low, breathy oh, I'm sure we can arrange something, hm?Right now, having sex with the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, Charley doesn't think his undead life can get any better. That is, until the vampire under him shudders through his first orgasm of the night, mouth open and fangs bared, cold obsidian locked onto warm ochre, looking very much like he knows what prolonged eye contact in a moment such as this does to Charley's dick."Shit, you naughty fucking—" Charley hisses, feeling his cock throb as he spills into the tight, squeezing hole clamped around him. He gasps for air he doesn't need and keeps thrusting, the sounds of his own satisfaction combining with the wet, greedy noises of his sire being indulged thoroughly.Charley doesn't stop fucking into Jerry, definitely not when the vampire starts to rattle on his chains, pinned and bound and stretched. His sire fights and struggles ever so beautifully, arching against his confinements, moaning and swearing."Aw, look at that," Charley says sweetly, watching Jerry's length pulse out a thick glob of come. "You may not want me to keep going, but your body sure looks like it does." He closes his eyes and smirks, dragging out slowly to push back in at the same pace. "Feels like it does too, clenching down, trying to hold me inside of you forever. Could've fooled me."Jerry growls, nothing scary about it; a weak show of character if Charley's concerned. He picks up the speed of his thrusts to prove it, sighing in god-like reverence as the vampire cries out loudly and succumbs to another orgasm, cock twitching and drooling as Charley still does not let his movements falter."Stop," he groans, blissful agony seared across his face. Charley hears, but does not listen, hammering home again and again and again, digging into his sire's prostate. "C-C-Charley…" Another orgasm, barely a drop of come, milked to near completion.Whines. Keens. Mewls. More thrashing. Whimpering. Broken syllables of one word.Master.Charley comes the second time just as he feels Jerry's fourth orgasm in the fluttering of muscles around his cock. The vampire's own dick is a raw nerve, jerking from all the attention, white fluid leaking from the head and dripping onto quivering abdominals and dark curls. Charley licks his fangs with a smile."Good boy."
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Charley doesn't think he could ever tire of this. This feeling. This power. It's thrilling, addictive, all-encompassing.Jerry's sable eyes, normally sharp splinters with fierce authority, are half-lidded and vacuous, looking up from between Charley's thighs, mouth full and used.Charley strokes his hair, fingers threading through dark strands, fisting a decent handful, and tugs. The vampire goes uncharacteristically limp, sags forward, until no space remains between the base of Charley's cock and those pink, spit-slick lips."Shit, s-so good for me, Jer," Charley breathes, almost winded by the sight of Jerry on his knees, beneath him, serving his needs so beautifully.Charley doesn't think he's ever seen Jerry preen before, but that's the only word he can think of right now as the vampire blinks up at him, slow and kitten-like, a sound not dissimilar to an actual purr thrumming around his cock from the throat housing it."Oh, fuck, look at you," he says, low and awed, dick twitching. This is exactly how rapture must feel, Charley surmises. Nothing could come close to this, to Jerry, his sire like putty in his hands, moulded into whatever his heart desires.Charley moves his hips, gentle, always gentle at first. He's not an animal, unlike the vampire currently sucking his cock, whose first thrust never fails to force an insulted whine from Charley's mouth whenever they do this and the roles are reversed. He closes his eyes briefly and groans, Jerry's throat soft, plush, giving him pleasure beyond his average teenage fantasies.When he's sure Jerry can take more, he starts to move a litter harder, pulling back so the head of his cock teases against the vampire's palate, before pressing his hips forward again. Once he's found the perfect rhythm, everything begins to steadily slip away. All he can focus on is the molten liquid warmth of Jerry's mouth, how oh so sweet it is, how just this simple blowjob sets his mind into a chorus of want."Jerry, oh, like that—j-just like that," he moans, Jerry's tongue lapping over the tip on a backward thrust. His hands automatically find themselves leaving the vampire's hair to cradle his cheeks, holding Jerry's face in his palms as he picks up the pace.Jerry chokes around the tiniest sliver of a moan, eyes falling shut, throat spasming as Charley's cock rams deeper and deeper. No. That won't do. Not at all."Open your eyes, Jer, wanna see you," Charley demands, though it's so eager and breathless he thinks he sounds more pleading than commanding. It doesn't matter, really, because Jerry does as he's told regardless.Charley comes like that, just like that, down Jerry's throat while looking into wet, soulless black eyes. Jerry's eyes roll back at one point, throat closing up around him as Charley hisses and pumps his hips roughly, and it's enough for Charley's still pulsing cock to ache in blissful agony."Yes, yes, yes, swallow it all, puppy," Charley growls, unhinged and desperate, rocking his hips back and forth in small, aborted motions as his orgasm flows through every fibre of his being. He's almost certain he can hear his blood rushing in his own veins.Jerry is an absolute mess after; hair dishevelled from Charley's hands, mouth red and swollen, the faint shine of tears in the corners of his eyes.Charley knows the spell is broken, however, when those same raven eyes flutter once, twice, before a smirk smooths over his features as he licks his lips."My, my, Charley," he purrs. This one is far less kitten and much more panther, sleek and refined as the man before him.The air in Charley's lungs fizzles out pathetically as he watches Jerry open his mouth, canines and fangs on full display—and oh gods, his come, coating the vampire's tongue.Jerry closes his mouth again and grins, wide and charming, at Charley's dumbfounded expression."You taste exquisite."