The Vampire's Boy Toy (M/m)
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Dylan went to the show to see his friends open for a big band, but afterwards he is invited onto the headliner's tour bus. The guitarist he admired on stage wants Dylan to be his boy toy. In the course of the evening, Dylan learns that vampires aren't always so scary as we might think, and Burke, his vampire lover, learns that some mortals have what it takes to satisfy even the deepest thirst! More
Dylan went to the show to see his friends open for a big band, but afterwards he is invited onto the headliner's tour bus. The guitarist he admired on stage wants Dylan to be his boy toy. In the course of the evening, Dylan learns that vampires aren't always so scary as we might think, and Burke, his vampire lover, learns that some mortals have what it takes to satisfy even the deepest thirst!
WARNING: this explicit M/m erotic short features sex between a vampire and his mortal boy toy, rough deep throating, rough sex play, a strange drug and an explosive finish. Drink deep!
With a heavy, world-weary sigh, Dan opened his eyes half-way. “Look, I’ll go ask, but if you’re lying to me, I’m going to... well, I’ll be pissed. Wait here.”
Seconds later, a bunch of faces appeared in the windows of the bus, and one of them nodded. It was him, it was the guitarist. “What on Earth does he want with me?” Dylan asked to no-one in particular.
“You’ll find out, same as the rest of them, I guess,” said Dan, who had just reappeared. “Go on up, Burke is waiting for you in the back.”
Dylan’s nerves rose as he ascended the steps in the diesel-scented night air. As he entered the lavish bus, he noticed that there was a giant party going on in the front part, and that the back of the vehicle was sectioned off into rooms, a bit like you’d find in a trailer home.
“I’m looking for Burke!” he shouted, trying to go over the din of noise.
The only response from the small crowd of pale, nearly-nude people was to shove him down the aisle and point toward the back of the bus. He knocked at the first door he came to, and a sultry “enter” came from within.
When Dylan opened the door, he was surprised by how well anointed the little room was. It couldn’t have been more than ten feet by ten feet, but there were thick curtains, a heavy carpet and candles all over the place. The whole room was draped in very expensive black velvet, and in the middle of a lushly covered mattress in the middle of the room was Burke.
“So,” he began, his voice crushed velvet like the wall hangings, “you came. I guess you didn’t really have much of a choice though.”
Dylan was a bit confused by that remark, which Burke picked up on.
“You mortals are all the same,” he grinned, showing two pointed teeth, “first you think we don’t exist. Next thing you convince yourself is that you’re different and you can’t be tricked the same way everyone else can. Well, we do, and you can. Have been, actually.”
His head swimming, Dylan sat down hard on the bed. “Wait, what do you mean by all that? Are you telling me you’re some kind of vampire?”
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