Struck by the Vampire (Gay Paranormal BDSM)
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Andrew never realized that moving back home would be so difficult... especially since his mother's new boyfriend is a 100 year old vampire who doesn't like his attitude. He wasn't expecting to be under the vampire's watchful eye, and he definitely didn't intend for the vampire to spank him or dominate him. This 4500 word short story is for adults only. More
Andrew never realized that moving back home would be so difficult... especially since his mother's new boyfriend is a 100 year old vampire who doesn't like his attitude. He wasn't expecting to be under the vampire's watchful eye, and he definitely didn't intend for the vampire to spank him or dominate him.
Warning: This explicit 4500 word short story is intended for adults only. Contains a jaded college student, a domineering vampire, explicit sex, dubious consent, spanking, a delicious rimjob, rough anal sex (M/m), and a chilly ending.
His eyes flashed red and he was no longer on my bed. I never saw him move as a pale blur of overwhelming force smashed into me. My body spun around, flew against the wall, and was pinned there, my feet dangled just above the floor.
I croaked out a feeble sound as my laptop bag slipped from my shoulder and struck the ground. Panic seized me, an icy spike in my chest. My mind reeled. I was a reasonably athletic guy, and yet he’d thrown me like a broken toy. What is he going to do to me?
As if to answer, he flung me face-first across my sturdy old desk, dislodging the air from my lungs. The momentum carried me forward until my pelvis hit the edge painfully. He trapped me there, bent over, pinioned beneath his arm.
I struggled against him, kicking with my legs, but he was too quick and brutally strong. He moved closer, cutting off my erratic thrashing by pressing his hips against my ass. I could feel his hardness, and despite my fear, I felt my dick thicken between my body and the desk. I sucked in my breath and closed my eyes, terrified of what would happen next.
He pulled away from me, his oppressive hand still bearing down on my back. His other hand came down with a solid crack across the seat of my jeans. My body jolted against his heavy hand. It took me by surprise, but despite his strength I only felt a mild sting through the denim.
Recovering from the shock, an involuntary laugh escaped me. He responded with another smack to my ass. I laughed harder. I knew it wasn’t the response he was looking for, but it was the only one my reeling mind could muster. Is he really spanking me? The thought was equal parts absurd and humiliating. And despite my erection, I desperately wanted to deny the part of my psyche that found it intriguing.
“You find me amusing, boy?” He paused and hissed through his teeth. “You need to learn some respect.”
He slammed against me cruelly, pushing his whole body into my bent form. I gasped under his weight. My laughter died in my throat. His cold lips grazed my neck, and I felt the points of his teeth. For a brief flash of time, I sensed my blood pumping in my ears, and couldn’t tell if it was arousal or fear.