Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2024 21:22:55 +0000
From: Neal G <writetime1@proton.me>
Subject: Blood City: Chapter 1 (Gay-Sci-Fi/Fantasy)

Hello guys,

The first chapter of this fictional story contains elements of horror and
a sexually graphic scene between a teenage boy and a middle-aged man.
Just a heads up.

This story is just a fantasy. I do not encourage nor endorse adult males
having sex with minor males. If this sort of content offends you or you
are a minor yourself, please stop reading now.

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Blood City by Neal Garcia

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Sitting astride my black Kawasaki-Ninja 400, the sport bike that I
couldn't live without, I waited patiently under the cloak of the night
sky, in the alleyway that was adjacent to an old, 19th century high rise
building known as the Bancroft.

Housing some of the wealthiest, human residents of Golgatha City, I
watched the building closely, waiting for the time when I would see the
valet standing in front of the entrance, open the door of a limousine for
a formally dressed, older couple who went by the name, Sanford.

Seeing the two of them being whisked away in their limo, I imagined the
pair to be attending some cultural and artistically relevant event while
I rummaged through the interior of their home.

Walking through the revolving door of the large opulent structure, I
immediately expected trouble when I strutted confidently toward the lobby
desk, wearing my black, leather racer jacket, red Greta Van Fleet
t-shirt, torn skinny jeans and black tactical boots. Stopping directly in
front of the security guard behind the industrial style desk, I placed my
hands on the counter, smiling, enjoying the unsettled expression on his
face as he quickly stood up when he realized what I was.

"I don't know what you're looking for, blood chugger boy, but you
ain't gonna find it here. Now, you got a minute to turn around and walk
out that door, or I'll have five armed men with ultra-violet ammo
pointed right at your dead ass!" Said the tall, middle aged man with a
sneer.

By the way, my name's Nico. And just in case you haven't figured it out
yet, "blood chugger" is a derogatory term for a vampire. As for the
"boy" part of the man's colorful description of my appearance, having
been embraced at the age of sixteen, I would forever look like a teenage
boy even though I was nearly two-hundred years old.

Having experienced this reaction from humans before, I realized the guard
was freaking out, due to the appearance of my pale skin, even paler gray
eyes and how they contrasted with my shock of short black hair. Though I
had held on to my boyish good looks from my true life, I no longer
possessed the warm, human tones that once brought color to my flesh, now
that I existed with only half a soul.

Seeing the resolve in the guards eyes, I knew he wasn't making an empty
threat. Knowing I had to act fast unless I wanted to be reduced to a pile
of ash, I put my plan into motion. Seeing the name tag on the guard's
shirt, I realized he responded to Jim.

"Hey, Jimmy, come on. Don't be like that." I said, gently, "I'm just
here to stay with my grandparents for the weekend. You know, the
Sanford's in the penthouse?" Staring into the eyes of the guard, I
concentrated, piecing together elements of a false narrative I was
creating in my head before transferring those thoughts over to the man I
was hazing.

After a vampire had been embraced, it didn't take long for that being to
develop the one psychic ability they would have for the rest of their
undead life. For me, that talent was to be able to control the will of
any human being I came across, making them do or believe whatever I urged
them to. This was called hazing.

Seeing the man's eyes glaze over as I felt my power flow through his
pupils and into his brain, I knew I had him in my web. Watching the
expression on his face instantly change from one of anger to warmth, I
smiled, knowing he would return the sentiment. "Well, why didn't you
say something sooner, kid."

Seeing him punch a code into the keypad of his computer, I watched him
warmly grin at me once again. "Go to elevator three. It will take you
right up to your grandparents suite." He said, kindly.

Thanking the man as I walked toward the bank of elevators, I turned back
around to glance at him one more time. Seeing him continue to gawk at me,
I suddenly realized that he wasn't staring at me out of suspicion, he
was ogling me out of lust.

****

Entering through the double doors of the penthouse, I quickly moved
around the gigantic, posh residence with my backpack, searching for the
thing that I had been sent to steal. Being somewhat of a low level thief
when I had still been a human, since my death, I had graduated to a
higher level of burglary after I had been turned.

Now, working for an underworld, crime syndicate, I had been able to form
a whole new existence, stealing high priced items, such as ancient
artifacts and old art; material goods that Golgatha City had no shortage
of, being the town was run by some of the most wealthy and corrupt humans
and vampires in the world.

It had only been two decades ago that vampires, in a sense, had "come
out." Though there had been some much expected hysteria that had
circulated throughout the human world when vampires had first made
themselves known, since vampire kind had no choice but to move through
the world at night, many humans seldom ever came into contact with the
blood feeding beings, making them less fearful of their existence.

This had allowed the undead to assimilate into human society. However,
though the humans were less suspicious of vampire kind, they harnessed
new weapons, such as ultra-violet ammunition, garlic spray, and gold
chain restraints as a means of keeping the newly uncloaked creatures of
the night at bay.

Though these new weapons played a huge role in this process, another
factor that had been influential in the humans accepting the existence of
the undead had been a miracle of modern science known as Basadryn.

Basadryn was a pill that had been created by a team of both human and
undead scientists. Designed with a chemical agent that curbed blood lust,
vampires were now able to ingest a capsule that not only controlled their
desires for human blood, it made them more empathetic. This pill was the
companion to Hemodrink, a synthetic blood substitute sold in bottles at
many vampire owned stores across the globe.

Having been on the pill for almost as long as it had been available, I
had enjoyed the benefits of the drug. It had allowed me to focus on my
job and less on the possibility of tearing a human being apart when I
desperately needed to feed. However, though I drank Hemodrink from time
to time to quench my mystical thirst, I still couldn't deny the
intoxicating feeling that I got whenever I drank human blood directly
from a warm human body.

Walking into the study of the elite, older couples home, I came across
the one of a kind item I had been looking for; it was an hourglass,
rumored to have been created by a 15th century inventor. Carefully
placing it into my padded backpack, I strapped the bag on over my
shoulders before making my way toward the double doors I had entered
through after I had conned my way into the building.

****

Back down in the lobby, as I headed toward the revolving door, I felt
Jim's eyes on me again. Turning around to see him still smiling, I
allowed my better instincts to wane considerably. Looking into the
beautiful, blue eyes of the human security guard, and noticing his square
jaw and tall, strapping build, I could no longer deny my attraction to
the man.

In life, I had always been drawn to older human men. I had loved the
sound of their deep, weathered, voices, the swagger in their gait and the
wisdom obtained by living through their life experiences. And even though
I was no longer alive, it was almost impossible for me to ignore the
craving I felt for these beings; not only for their blood, but to touch
their warm flesh as well.

Seeing another security guard walking on the premises, I quickly made my
way towards the man, hazing him to take over for Jim while he went on a
break.

****

Leaning against a wall together in a nearby office, Jim passionately
kissed me as he steadily ran his hands over my bare butt. Having
undressed me, he proceeded to fondle my nude body as I kissed him back
wildly, excitedly anticipating the sex we were about to have.

From what I observed, Jim was somewhere between the age of forty-eight
and fifty-two. Though his gray hair was beginning to thin and his skin
was beginning to wrinkle, the way all humans his age eventually do, I
wasn't put off by these characteristics. In fact, I was turned on by
them.

Continuing to roughly kiss my mouth, Jim pulled his face away from mine
to tell me something. "Do me a favor, kid. Don't tell anyone about
this, okay? I could get in a lot of trouble." He said, breathlessly.

Holding his face in my hands, I flashed him a devilish grin. "Don't
worry, Jimmy. Your secret's safe with me."

Hearing my flirtatious tone, the security guard switched places with me.
Now facing the wall, I arched my back, sticking my butt out to present it
to the man who was surely about to mount me. "Oh god, that looks good!"
He said, lasciviously.

Hearing him remove his shirt and pants, Jim squatted down behind me.
Turning my head to look at him, I moved my eyes down just in time to
connect with his eyes. "Your ass is so fuckin round." He growled, right
before he buried his face between my cheeks.

Feeling the security guards warm tongue on my hole, I panted like a bitch
in heat; a muscle memory since I had no need to breathe. Reaching down
between my legs, I fondled my flaccid penis. Though I was capable of
having sex as a bottom, and truly enjoyed the feeling of it, some aspects
of my sexual anatomy no longer functioned the way they did when I was
alive; not unless I was sharing an intimate moment with someone I really
cared about.

Feeling the security guard take my member into his mouth from behind, I
suddenly felt inspired. "Jimmy?"

"Yeah," said the man, slurping noisily with his lips on my dick and
asshole.

"I wanna suck your cock too." I said.

Within seconds, the security guard was standing up, waiting for me to go
down on him. Getting on my knees, I examined the man's semi-hard tool,
admiring the veins on his shaft and the bulbous head at the tip. With
carnal abandon, I took the human man's dick in my mouth, running my
cool, full lips up and down the length of his member, circling my tongue
around his dome like head.

Staring up at Jim as I fellated him, I watched his eyes elicit a look of
true ecstasy as he watched me relentlessly suck on his cock. Moving my
mouth further down, I took one of his balls between my lips, rolling it
around in my mouth as he threw his head back, satiated by my erotic
talents.

Moving my mouth back to his cock, it only took a couple more minutes of
me sucking him off that Jim decided he had to have his way with me.
"Stand up, boy! Now face the wall again! I'm gonna get my nut." He
said, proudly.

Doing what I was told, I again presented myself to my human sex partner.
Slightly parting my legs, I arched my back, this time anticipating more
than just a tongue in my ass. Feeling his large calloused hands grab hold
of my hips, Jim slid his erect member inside me.

Holding onto my sides, I felt the guard's tremendous girth repeatedly
penetrate me from behind. Hearing the slapping of his skin against mine,
I disappeared into a vortex of wanton desire, drunk on the heady pleasure
this ruggedly, handsome, human man was providing to me.

Hearing the sound of his quick shallow breaths, I could sense that my
human lover was about to cum. Knowing Jim was going to ejaculate inside
me, I suddenly felt my fangs distend in my mouth while my face took on
the sharp, gaunt features of my undead self as I began to orgasm.
Growling quietly, I hid my face from my companion, worried how he might
react if he saw my vampire visage.

****

Minutes later, Jim and I sat on the floor, our naked bodies entwined as
we continued to passionately kiss one another. Seeing a few tattoos on
his upper arms and chest, I realized my human lover was a veteran of the
armed forces. This explained his nimble, fit, physique for a man his age.
Feeling turned on by knowing my human lover had been a warrior, once
again I pulled him towards me, kissing him hard on the mouth.

Suddenly, Jim recoiled from my embrace. Looking deep into his eyes, I
realized he was coming out of the haze. "What am I doing?! How did you
get in here?!" He asked, nervously. Seeing him glance down at his state
of undress, I watched his eyes shift back and forth, contemplating
whether or not he would be fast enough to reach his service pistol before
I could bite him.

Though a hand gun with regular bullets would slow me down, and I was
considerably smaller in stature compared to him, even if Jim shot me, I
would still have enough strength to overpower him and break his neck like
a stick.

Feeling his body suddenly lunge to the right as he reached for his
weapon, I grabbed Jim by his throat, pulling him up off the floor. Pining
him to the wall with one hand, I held him firmly in place. Angered by his
attempt to try and shoot me, my vampiric face surfaced, frightening him.
"P-Please! Please don't kill me! I have a wife and a little boy!
Please! I-I don't wanna die!" He pleaded, breaking out in tears.

Feeling the effects of the Basadryn kick in, my face reverted back to its
human facade. Not wanting to harm the closeted man with a child, I took
control of my killer instincts. "I don't want to hurt you, Jimmy. But
if you try and shoot me, it won't go well for you. You understand?"

Seeing the terrified expression on Jim's face as he quickly nodded his
head, I knew he realized he had no choice but to back down. Feeling his
body unclench, I let go of him. Gazing deep into his eyes, I hazed him
once more. Seeing the lustful expression return to his face, I gently
smiled as he once again took me into his arms. Enjoying the experience of
having his warm hands and body against my cool skin, I relished the final
passionate kiss I had with my human soldier. Lifting my eyes to look at
him, I asked him for one last thing.

A few moments later, Jim sat on a chair as I kneeled down between his
legs. Looking at me, nervously, he asked a question. "Is it gonna
hurt?"

Meeting his eyes, I smiled again. "It'll only sting for a second. Then
after that, it will be nothing but euphoria."

With an apprehensive expression, Jim looked away from me. Baring my
fangs, I searched his inner thigh for just the right vein. Locating what
I was looking for, I sank my teeth into the security guard's tender
flesh. Hearing him gasp, I felt his life force begin to flow into my
mouth as his ragged breathing eventually became quiet moans and subtle
whimpers of pleasure.

****

Back on my motorbike, I briefly stopped in front of the windows of the
Bancroft building. Seeing Jim back at his desk, working as though nothing
had happened, I had a thought:

When I had hazed him, it had brought out his secret, hidden desire to
have sex with me. And though he had twice threatened my undead life, I
felt compelled to give him a gift for allowing me to feed on him by
letting him remember our tryst in the security office. However, I now
wondered if I had made a mistake by not hazing him one last time to
completely erase the memory of me all together.

Remembering that my boss was waiting for me to deliver the very valuable
artifact I had hidden in my backpack, I pulled away from the Bancroft,
leaving all thoughts of my temporary, human lover behind. Speeding
through the city, I made my way towards another high rise building across
town. This one was inhabited by the one and only underworld, mob boss of
the vampires, known as "The Don." A powerful and cunning vampire in his
own right, the Don's real name was Vito Santini. Vito wasn't just my
boss, he was also my great-grandfather.

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