Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2004 20:18:17 -0400 (EDT) From: Brotha-Man Black Subject: Vampire Prince VAMPIRE PRINCE By Brotha-Man Black Brotha-Man@excite.com Clean white snow reflected the cold and distant light from the stars as well as the silvery light of the full moon. The lone, well dress, man might receive strange and questioning looks in this part of town if it were any earlier than it was. He was a stunning, youthful black man; brown of skin, with penetrating hazel eyes. He wore an old fashioned tuxedo with tails which played to his height of six feet two inches and fit his muscled frame perfectly. Excellent tailoring. Moving quietly, he was undetected in this posh upper-middle-class Connecticut community. All of the large and majestic homes were set back away from the sidewalk. The streets and sidewalks were well maintained and under all the pure white snow, the seemingly young man guessed that there were well manicured lawns. He'd been following the thread of thought for half an hour, now. His quarry was asleep, mind reliving events that had transpired that afternoon but with a twist. The prey had been in the ghetto, surveying a local park his company intended to buy and re-landscape. Handsome, male of blond hair and blue eyes. Goateed and well-dressed in business attired, his presences in the `hood had drawn a good deal of attention but no hostility. Just before leaving the park grounds, he stopped inside of the men's restroom to empty his bladder. No sooner had he unzipped and commenced his affairs, than six strapping black youths entered. All were dressed in black hoodies, black jean slung low, bandannas and black work boots. The man was in his mid-twenties. Held a Masters of Business Administration. He owned a home in a posh community and was the youngest junior partner at his firm and at that moment, he was having trouble peeing straight. One of the boys approached the urinal to his right. Mathew Walker heard him unzip. He couldn't help himself. Having spent years in high school and college playing basket ball with toned, tall and handsome black man. Not staring at them as they changed in the locker room or cleaned up after a game in the shower room was--to his recollection--the hardest thing about high school and college. He'd always been the runt of the team; in every sense of the words. At five feet eight inches, he was toned, but small. What he lacked in height, he made up for in tenacity. Still, at five inches, he had the smallest dick on the team. After eight year of sneaking peeks, it'd become like second nature to him. Rippling toned muscles under smooth chocolate skin--even after all the time--never ceased to amaze him. But it was in the shower room and at the urinals that he got all the marital for his nightly masturbation sections. That was the only explanation he could offer himself for what had happened at the park, inside that bathroom. The other five boys took seats off the side, and lit up a joint. The sixth stood right beside him relieving himself. Matthew peeked. Well, it should have been a peek. When his eyes made contact with that six inch dick, the sneak peek turned into a full preview. The member was an inch longer and much wider than his and it wasn't even erect. "'Sup white boy?" The tone had been low. Menacing? Matt looked in the teen face. There was no threat. "Like what you see, yo?" Matt's eyes darted around the bathroom. The other teens where focused on the joint that was being passed around and completely missed the exchange between the two males at the urinals. Matt's eyes returned to the hooded youth in black beside him. He was tall and might have played basket ball had he not been so bulky. He had the height of a basket ball player and the build of a linebacker. "Lookin' fo' somethin`?" asked the young man. Hating himself even as he did it, Matt shook his head "no". "Too bad." Rumbled the teen as he flushed and walked away to join his friends. Mathew returned to his office to spend the reminder of his work day wondering if the question poised to him in the bathroom at that park was genuine. He had to wonder if he'd answered true, would he have been the victim of a gay bashing. In Matt's dream, however, he told the young back man that he wanted to be raped by all six of the teens. In his dream, Matt had knelt in front of the boy at the urinal to find out just how big that dick was when it got hard. In his dream, all six of these boys had had their way with him, all the while calling him a `faggot' and worst. It had been a gay bashing of sorts. Instead of beating Matt with their fist or with their feet, they'd done so with their dicks. Under satin sheet, Mathew bucked, writhing in pained pleasure. Back arching, he was nude to the world save the single sheet. He slept with the heat set high. The prey was highly aroused and the well-dressed black man could smell the pheromones thought the closed French doors. Unlocking the door with a thought, Marcus entered Mathew's bedroom, careful to make only enough noise the wake Matt. Marcus couldn't help thinking it was a shame. Mathew's dream fantasies had finally moved out of that park restroom back to his days of high school and college basketball. They were becoming interesting and instructional. Still, Matt had to be awoke. The choice was his. Moving toward the bed with a preternatural and cat-like grace, Marcus removed the black cloak, lined in the richest red velvet and draped it on a conveniently placed chair. There was only half a thought on Matt's mind. It was of a large beautiful jungle cat. A panther. Smiling for the fist time, Marcus showed enlarged canines, fangs. The breath caught in Matt's thought. And the first signs of true fear crystallized throughout Matt's lean athletic form. The black and white walking stick Marcus used scampered from his hands and across the floor to stand up against the cloak-draped chair. Removing his top hat, he placed the white gloves into it and set it on a table. Matt drank in the picture before him. There was a tall, handsome and impeccably dressed black man standing at the foot of his bed. There was no reason he should but Matt knew his name was Marcus. And Marcus had jet-black curly hair. Standing just over six feet tall, he was handsome as sin. His powerfully built body was barely contained within a well tailored tux. Tall, dark and handsome. No, tall dark and beautiful. He'd entered effortlessly though a locked pair of French doors, seemed to know Matt's room. ...And what was that thing with the walking stick? He had long sharp teeth. Fangs. When Marcus beckoned Matt to him from the foot of the bed, Matt wanted to run screaming into the night. Instead he got out of the fetal position he'd watched Marcus from; exposing his raging hard-on in the doing and crept toward the foot of the bed. After what seemed an eternity, Matt was received at the foot of his own bed with open arms. Marcus embraced him like a long lost lover. Encircled in large bulging arms, Matt found himself pressed firmly against the vampire. Marcus was happy to see him. Had to be very happy to see Matt, if the size of that bulge in his pants was any sign. Pulling back slightly, Marcus took Matt's hands, wrapping them in his own and giving them a little squeeze; he kissed each one at the knuckle. Matt cupped the handsome face in both hands, leaned in and took a breath of the vampire's scent. Marcus's scent was layered. Cool Water cologne which Matt had a great deal of personal history with. The soap he smelt had a clean scent to it. There was the shampoo and conditioner in Marcus' hair which smelled herbal. Under all that, Matt found the scent. Something he would later learn Marcus could control. Pheromones. Male hormonal attractant. It was potent, powerful and making Matt a little crazy. Placing his hands on swollen pectorals, Matt's hands ran the length of the wonderfully hard body before him. Unable to prevent it from happening, Matt grabbed a handful of the remarkable bulge, sadly trapped in the black trousers. He rubbed the full length of it because Marcus hadn't stopped him. He'd been unable to meet the other man's eyes since he'd began the act. The monstrous member in his hand was ten of the longest, thickest inches he'd ever held. Gasping a second time, Matt blushed. Using the forefinger of one hand, the vampire lifted the white man's chin until the two made eye contact. Guiding the peach hand up over his tuxedo-clad body, Marcus stopped them at his white bow tie. With inhuman manual dexterity, he used the other set of hands to undo and remove the tie, before letting his large brown hands drop away. White bow tie in hand, Matt regarded it as if it might coil and strike him like a snake. His mind grasped what this meant and with shaking hands, slipped the taller man's jacket from his broad shoulders. With great reverence, he set it aside before undoing the finely starched white shirt one button at a time. When the shirt was in his hands, Matt breathed the scent of it deeply before setting it aside to gaze at the man before him. Cocoa brown skin contrasted by the white tank top he wore. With each small movement of his body, Marcus's muscles rippled and waved under that handsome brown skin. The shirt gleamed in the silvery moon light. The light contoured and contracted the lovely skin, glistening in the remarkable hazel eyes. Matt wanted that shirt gone and as he approached the vampire, the only help he got was the warm and mildly sexy reassurance of a smile. No fangs showed this time. Grasping the shirt where it was tucked into the pants, the young man tugged it free of the trousers with only slightly excessive force. He really had to congratulate himself at the small victory. After all, he had a resounding urge rip the shirt from that lean powerful body. Marcus raised his hands over his head, sagging at the knees a bit so that Matt could take the shirt off. Once that was done, he stood up straight again; tall and proud. Matt's hands smoothed over his skin, brushing his erect nipples. Marcus gave only the smallest exclamation and Matt buried his face in the hard unyielding chest to bite at the nipples. When he felt Marcus' hand move swiftly, he though he might have been out of line with this action. The hand cradled Matt's neck gently. Then Matt heard something incredible. Small, delectable sobbing moans rushed softy from Marcus partly open mouth. When he had that out of his system, Matt knelt before the brown stranger and felt that was were he belonged. As he unbuttoned the pants Matt let them drop to the lushly carpeted floor. A large and comfortable overstuffed chair moved, seeming of it's own desire, to position itself directly behind Marcus. Sitting, Marcus watched the man remove well-polished dress shoes and socks before taking the slack from around his ankles. The large penis rose from the opening in the men's silk boxer short like a regal monument which demanded respect and freedom from the restrictions of sleek underwear. The body was designed and sculpted to be free of all clothing. It looked it's best that way. Marcus lifted his pelvis, as Matt shucked his underwear. Leaning in, Matt captured the hard member in his mouth. Lost in the feel, texture and it's heady taste, Matt suckled it like a hungry infant. Placing his hand between his legs, he pleasured himself, moaning in time with the stokes of his hand. The vibrations added a new dimension to Marcus's delight and he bucked upward, plunging himself deep into Matt wet, hot mouth. The bucking set a new tempo for Matt as he took more than the head of the monster into his scalding mouth. Through centuries of skill, Marcus took control of his unruly hips that pumped with great power and little skill. Slowing his thrusts, he made them long and penetrating. Working his hips like some graceful erotic dance, he gave Matt a preview of intercourse with a talented and handsome partner. "Unnngggghhhh!" Marcus grunted, as his back arched and he stroked to new heights of desire. "Ummm ... My Prince ..." Matthew moaned. Not `Master' or `Sir', he'd called the man `My Prince'. It had seemed the only proper title for this gorgeous man. Feeling the approach of his climax, Marcus exercised incredible control by gently grasping Mathews' bobbing head and slipping free of his hungry mouth. Matt had only moments to mourn the loss of the most lovely dick he'd ever seen, before he felt himself being hoisted to is feet. He was again wrapped in strong arm that guided his body backward onto his bed. He fell for an eternity before bouncing lightly on the comfortable bed. Marcus was on top of him; smiling and baring his fangs. Mixed feelings of fear and eroticism dueled in Matt's psyche. Futilely, he pressed at Marcus' deep chest. When it didn't give, Matt found himself marveling at the feel of it. It's feel was a contradiction in terms. The flesh was like living stone. It was warm. No, it was hot. Smooth as the finest satin, Marcus' muscle did not yield or give. For that moment, he was--once more--lost in the god-like body. He tweaked the nipples and Marcus' head fell like the blade of a guillotine. Crying out, Mathew's back arched as he spilled his seed all over Marcus' abdomen and lower chest. Matt felt the teeth bite softly at his skin. They were ordinary incisors that didn't have enough force behind them to break skin. Matt whimper in relieved disappointment. "Taste yourself." Marcus' commanded, rolling onto his back. Marveling the white cream that stood in sharp contrast to Marcus' mocha-colored skin, Matt leaned in. Delighting at the way the salt of his seed contrasted the sweetness of Marcus' flesh. His seed was soon gone from that brown body leaving it glistening. Falling onto his back, Matt fought to catch his breath. Half a second later, Marcus was on him again. Mouth and tongue tantalizing Matt's wiggling body. Starting at his neck again, to send a thrill throughout Matt, Marcus made his way down the short body under him. He teased nipples with teeth and tongue, trailed a hot tongue across the boy's flat belly, paying special attention to the belly button before slipping into Matt's lower extremities. Playfully, he took Matt into his mouth. "Yesss!" Matt hissed. Marcus licked his balls causing Matt to cry out. "Please!..." Opening his legs wide, Marcus kisses Matt's inner thigh; then sank fangs in gripping Matt's narrow waist firmly. Matt bucked, screaming as Marcus drank deeply. Hands buried finger deep in Marcus' silken curls, Matt clutched his skull in a death grip. He needed to writhe and buck, but Marcus grip was like steel. Marcus was holding his hips immobile so that the fangs would not tear the openings in his skin any wider. In some part of his mind--which was all but blown--he realized this, and yet it was all so frustrating, Matt cried out. Screaming and raging at the dying of the light. Much as Marcus had done only a few centuries before. Slowly, the fighting stopped, leaving Matt clutching the discarded sheet under him as small gasps and moans escaped his mouth. He was having an eternity of orgasms; or one endless one. Matt was not sure. The only thing he knew was that he was at the very edge of his sanity. In his mind, Marcus had been fucking him forever. Hours, days, months it was all the same. Every thrust from Marcus' powerful hips caused a new explosion deep within. Marcus was hitting the spot at Matt's core which hadn't been touched since Matt was in College. Not since Malik. Matt's first and only black boyfriend. Malik the bundle of contradictions. Tall, dark and toned. He'd played basket ball for NYU before transferring to Columbia. He was on a scholarship but it wasn't for playing ball. He was at Columbia because he had a 3.89 GPA and 1500 on his SAT. The first day he'd seen Malik, he'd known he had to be careful not to stare. Tall with lean hard muscle. Bandanna tried around his head, he wore only a sparkling white wife beater, blue jeans and a pair of Timberlands on that hot summer day. They'd literally bumped into each other on their way into class. Microeconomics, no less. Blushing, Matt had stumbled all over himself to collect Malik's scattered papers and textbooks, while Malik calmly collected Matt's fallen gear. The two exchanged loads. "Thanks, yo." Malik gestured to the open entrance to the building and Matt entered. As he did, he felt a mildly painful swat on his posterior. His cock jumped. He was surprised to find that they were entering the same classroom. As they did so, Matt found Malik crowding him from behind. Later, at basketball practice, Matt ran into Malik again. Of course they were playing for the same team, so to speak. It was in the shower room that, for the first time ever, caught staring. He'd gotten an eyeful. It was the very first time he'd ever seen a twelve inched cock. When Malik caught him looking, he didn't call him out. Just gave that reverse nod the brothers did that meant `what's up'. Matt turned his eyes to the wall and left them their until he'd finished in the shower room then left quickly to dress. He didn't notice Malik who waited all of two minutes before following him into the locker room. With a large white towel wrapped around his slim waist, Malik caught up with Matthew who was hiding in an isolated corner of the locker room. "You ain't gotta run, dawg." Whispered Malik. "What the hell are you talking about?" Matt was twitching nervously. "You was looking' pretty hard in the shower. Must `a liked what yo saw." There was something in Malik's eyes. "Get dress, man. Meet me out front." And with that, Malik left him to his own devices. Matt hadn't interned to meet up with Malik. But Malik was waiting for him when he exited by the back door of the building. He was nervous about getting into the car with the tall basketball player. Matt nearly jumped out of his skin when Malik's hand strayed from the shift stick to fondle his hardened erection though the thin short he wore. Returning the favor, Matt got several grunts and some curses that were promises of things to come. The monster in Matt's hand frightened him as much as it fascinated him. That afternoon and well into that evening, Matt learned that the line between pain and pleasure was very fine and --by some--easily blurred. He'd had sex before that point. He'd fucked and been fucked. But no one had ever stretched him this wide. No one had ever opened him up in a way that made him think he'd never close again. He had never had a man so deep inside of him. And he'd always jerked off to bring his own relief but Malik wouldn't let him touch his on cock. For the first time in his life, some one touched a spot deep inside of him that made him cum. And as the rush of orgasms drove him off all fours to fall flat on to the bed, Malik rode him all the way down without missing one of those powerful thrusts that threatened to rattle his brain around the inside of his skull. When it was over, Matt had cum twice to Malik's once. After the condom was discarded, Matt suckled Malik until he got his second nut. Sated, his erection fading fast, Malik fell fast asleep beside Matt. When Matt attempted to creep from the bed, he was surprised to be pulled firmly to Malik's hard body and spooned in such a manner that he could clearly feel Malik's semi-hardness pressing at his entrance. The two began a relationship that would take them through the rest of Malik's time at Columbia. After that, they stayed in touch for a bit before slipping apart. Matt had gone completely still before Marcus stopped drinking from him. Marcus had a few horrifying moments of worry. Maybe he hadn't stopped soon enough. Propping Matt's head to the board of the bed, Marcus noted the very limited response of the younger man's eyes. Straddling the toned, defined and otherwise small chest, Marcus entered Matt's mouth. This time it barely twitched. A far cry from the hunger it had shown before. Carefully holding Matt's head, the vampire worked up a deeply penetrating rhythm which massaged his dazed partner's thought and teased his gullet. With a almost tangible force, Marcus willed Matt to react as he should. Just when Marcus was about to call it quits, he felt the swallowing begin. It was too faint at first and Marcus lengthened his strokes forming tight little circles with his hips. A small low moan came from somewhere in that little chest as the swallowing deepened. A flash of heat, a spark of electricity ran through Marcus' body as the nursing began anew. Again, he set the suckling into deeper milking motions, as he cradled the blond head in his hands. Throwing back his head, Marcus cried out as his seed poured from his body into Matt's mouth. Marcus' spine bowed as he forced the seed from his body. He gave Matt everything he could and still the relentlessly wet, scolding hot mouth demanded more. Marcus screamed. "No more." The two words were a hose whisper They stopped Matt in his tracks. Pulling his rigid dick from the young man's mouth, Marcus collapsed onto his back. Matt watched the still-hard member as Marcus lay catching his breath. His head lolling to one side, he was nearly asleep before he felt the bed shifting. He looked up to see the completely recovered Matthew stocking him on all fours like a jungle cat. Sitting up, he managed to catch Matt, snatching from the air in mid-pounce. Reversing their positions, Marcus held Matt firmly to the mattress. Matt struggled in his grip, mad with hunger and desire. Marcus' voice took on a supernatural resonance as he spoke: "You are my human servant. Obey me in all things; serve me well and you shall be rewarded." Matt stopped struggling. Turning his head to the left, he caught sight of himself in his dresser mirror. He was being held firmly by thin air. Marcus was not casting a reflection. Then he had a good had look at himself. He was so shocked by what he saw, he didn't notice Marcus ease his weight from him. "You have reached your full human potential." Marcus thundered. "You are taller now. Your muscles have been fortified and enhanced. Your senses are stronger and you share a mystical telepathic bond with me." Fortified indeed. Matt was beefy; bulky even. His definition--which had been good--was now excellent. He had dancing pecs now and a washboard abdomen. At that moment, and for the first time in his life, he did not feel small in any sense of the word. Standing nearly six feet tall he now had a dick that was just over seven inches long. It was more than reasonable thick. He'd been attractive before; now he felt sexy. He had the odd thought that he'd fuck himself if it were possible. He trailed enlarged hands over his chest and down his belly. His body was almost feverishly hot to the touch. It was hard in a completely human way. He loved the feel of the flesh under his hands as well as the large, dexterous hands trailing across his skin. Closing his eyes, he discovered that it almost felt like someone else was touching him. He savored it for a few moments more before he caught the scent again... Eyes closes, he inhaled deeply. This time, it stood out from all the other smells. If clean masculinity had a smell, this would be it. Vaguely earthy it was like citrus, sandalwood and cinnamon. The weight of Marcus' arms were on him and he was ever-so willingly wrapped in that scent. Another set of hands that he didn't really know, but was quickly getting to love grouped him. They fondled him in a way he knew. For a several heartbeats, he was spooned against that hard body as the mocha hands--which he could see very clearly as if though Marcus' eyes--explored and tantalized his new body parts; seeking pleasure to come. One of the naughty pair grasped his jaunting penis as the other stroked it in a long full motion. Pressing himself to the flesh behind him, Matt felt the head of Marcus' thick cock poking his rear entrance. Moaning, he rived against the large hard body that might have been a brick wall. His head rested over one broad shoulder and Matt smiled at the nuzzling he received, gasped and arched at the feel of fangs raking his neck lightly. Barely braking the skin. Then came the smoldering tongue, followed by a deep suction. Bucking, Matt loved the feeling of that monstrous head pocking at him even more than the feel of driving his throbbing cock into the stroking hands. Then the hand went away for a moment as a gap was opened between the two men. The large hands returned in force as they made they're busy way down Matt's back; massaging a path south. Marcus kneeled behind him and the hands pulsed for a moment, working his lower back. They seemed to put out even more heat as they grasped his full round buttock. They began to rub; then to massage both checks simultaneously. Marcus' middle and longest finger teased his crack before taking the plunge. "Oh!" Matt cried almost plaintively. Then wet heat followed the finger and Matt whimper as he was penetrated by Marcus' tongue. The hands opened his ass wide and Marcus began to eat him with gusto. Matt's cock began to leak a thin, nearly steady drip of precum as Marcus grazed the skin of Matt's puckering hole with his teeth. Knees shaking, Matt was almost sure they were going to buckle. Retracting his mouth, Marcus gained his feet again and Matt opened his eyes to look in the mirror; facing only himself. The mirror grew larger in his field of vision until his face was pressed to it. Marcus had him by the neck and that poking at his open hungry hole had retuned. He tried to get more of that dick but Marcus' free hand took his hip, holding it immobile as Marcus drove his rigid dick slowly into Matt's grasping hole. It opened to him like a flower in May. Soon Marcus was buried to the hilt. He pulsed and throbbed against Matt's prostate. Because he could and because it was driving Matt out of his mind. He felt the last bit of tension drain from the tight velvety sphincter, Marcus fucked Matt; hard and deep. Marcus drove so deep with such power, that Matt knew he'd be sore. Even with the new enhancement to his body. Still all he could do--all he wanted to do was cheer the vampire on. "Oh--gawd--yeah! Fuck me with that big black dick! Take this white ass, Prince. Ah--Shit! Ah--yeah!" He yelled. Marcus smiled, laughing cheerfully as he fucked Matt with a power and force that would reduce normal human bone to a fine chalk-like dust. Stabbing with his dick, using it like a lethal weapon; he grinded inside of Matthew. Turning penetrating circles, he dug deeper into Matt's fresh ass. Smacking it hard, Marcus shoved his dick home ruthlessly. Repeatedly. Marcus was driving Matt into the mirror with his whole body spread the length of Matt's own. After shooting his load against the wall under the mirror, screaming with the fearful intensity of the orgasm, Matt felt the return of that hand as it milked each drop from his hypersensitive dick in slow strokes before fisting his cock with the same power and force being used on his ass. Matt was lost. All that was left was moans and grunts before he screamed again; cumming with Marcus. Yanking himself free of the clutching hole, Marcus stumble backwards into the roving chair, which caught him seemingly of it's own will. Panting slightly and glistening all over, Marcus might have been the most handsome creature Matt had ever seen. Standing over him for a moment, Matt knelt a few feet from him. The fact that his legs were open gave Matt ideas. The thoughts would keep until later. Matt didn't fully understand every thing the black man had done to him but he did know that it cost Marcus a lot to do it. "Prince?..." It was all he needed to ask. "My daytime lair. I need to rest." No sooner had Marcus said the words, than Matt realized he knew where it was and how to get there. It was in the hidden sub-basement of the manor house of a large estate. Marcus' home. Dressing quickly, Matt wrapped Marcus in his own cloak. He'd be presentable for Matt's sleek little Corvette with it's tinted windows. Carrying the large man, Matt knew he looked foolish. If anything, it should be the other way around. He took Marcus downstairs, stopping in his entryway. They were surrounded by hooded men. Tensing for a moment, Matt got an impression of familiarity. The six dark-clad figures lowered black hoods. One stepped forward to inspected the unconscious man in Matt's arms. A protective urge welled up in the pit of his gut as he recognized the tall bulky black youth. At a touch to his face, Marcus came to. "Tyrone." He smiled when he said it. Grasping Marcus' dangling hand as he knelt, Tyrone kissed the hand's satiny skin. Rising to his feet, he grasped Marcus' head and kissed him deeply. With eyes wide, Matt stared at the two sexy black men show each other love. "My prince." Matt's eyes meet Tyrone's. Finding heat in those eyes didn't shock him. Finding that heat directed at him did. Smiling, laughter sparkling in his eyes, Marcus observed the play between two of his human servants. "There is forty minutes until sunrise. I must be in my resting place before then." Turning he regarded Matt. "I'm sure Ty wouldn't mind keeping you...amused until I rise." Matt looked at Marcus for a moment, then his eyes returned to meet Tyrone's. A shiver ran up his spine at the almost predatory look the young black man was giving him. Coming to Matt side, he placed a hand at the small of his back. "Marcus' limousine is in front. Let's roll."