1 comments/ 38632 views/ 13 favorites Vikings By: KinkyBiLad I walked in, and that's when it hit me. The smell of sex, attacks you the moment you walk through the door, the smell of men on men, all here for thing, to get off and get other people off. The thoughts and images that flash through my mind excites me even more, the thought of being fucked hard just to please a stranger or strangers made my cock swell and ache. Begging for some release, begging me to yank down my jeans and pull out my cock out and jack off right there. The building wasn't much to look at from the outside, just a grey, dull boring looking building, you would hardly know it was there, one of those you would just walk past and think nothing of, unless you looked a little closer and see the plaque on the wall by the black metal doors "Vikings Sauna". I am usually a shy, reserved, type of a guy. 24 years of age, blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'8, and slim build, my friends say I am not bad looking either and couldn't understand why I was still single or not in a relationship. When we go out to gay clubs or whatever, its usually me that gets the attention, but me being me either didn't notice or put people off cause I wasn't going to "put out" after dancing with some random guy. I like to talk to guys, get to know them before I jump straight into the sack with them, and that is what turns people off about me. My friend Thom told me about this place, when I got very drunk one night and I told him how I felt, and that I would love to just give myself to anyone who said "Hello" to me, to take that big step forward, and he said that Vikings lets you do that. "You go, you explore, you don't need to talk, its just there for you" Thom had been a few times and said that every time was amazing and that I should defiantly try it to overcome the shyness, and that's what I did. You see despite me shyness I have a very kinky fantasy, and that is basically to be used over and over again, but have never had the guts to do it. Tonight was going to be different, tonight I was going too used, and I was going to make sure of it. So after prepping myself, washing, shaving all my body hair off the usual you know, I drove to Vikings, stayed in my car for an hour before getting the courage to go in. As I pressed the buzzer the doors opened and I walked in. "This is it" I thought to myself as I walked up to the counter. There was a guy there who was just a couple of years older than me and he was buff, and I mean buff, you could tell he worked out, "finally came in huh?" he said in a deep voice, I looked up at him and he motioned his head to a screen behind him, of a security camera filming the car park "its all right pal, everyone has first time nerves". This reassurance made me feel a whole let better, and after completing the forms and paying my fee, getting a key for my locker he buzzed me through another door to his left, "Towels are on the side when you walk in, the lockers are the first door to the right. Have fun". He said with a smile and I nodded a thank you and walked through. I grabbed a small white towel and walked through to the lockers, it wasn't very busy in there, so as I searched for my locker number 451, I stumbled across my first scene of pure lust, it made my hard cock even harder, an older guy in his 40's was standing over a younger guy, his cock pumping in and out of the younger guys mouth, his cock was 8" long and thick, I watched for a moment seeing the cock disappear into the hungry mouth, the younger guy was frantically jacking his own cock. The older guy placed both his hands on the back of the younger guys head and started to fuck his mouth hard, grunting with every thrust. I started to stroke my cock through my jeans, god I wanted to be that guy, on my knees sucking that cock, it spurred me on so I hurried to my locker and proceeded to get undressed, my cock was hard and the small skimpy towel just barely covered it. When I finally locked my stuff away I turned to the door, reading the sign it said "welcome To Vikings", I walked through. I went exploring first and looked at the map of the building, This building had four floors, the ground floor had the lockers, sauna, hot tub, weight room, and a swimming pool, there was a basement, which had a dark room, an open room, and glory holes, the first floor had a lounge and bar area, and the fourth floor had private rooms and a cinema. I didn't know where to go. As I was standing studying the map, a guy walked passed me and squeezed my ass, and carried on walking, he stopped by a staircase and smiled, and headed down stairs. I smiled to myself, "well that's decided" I thought and headed in the same direction. I got to the stairs and looked down; it was dark, really dark. The only light I could see was the warm glow of the faint red lights somewhere down the corridor at the bottom of the stairs. As I got down there I looked left and right, this place was a maze, there seemed to be lots of little corridors jutting off in different directions, the other guy had disappeared, I couldn't see him anywhere. I began walking through the corridors, my eyes trying to adjust to the moody red lighting and the dimness, when I walked into a large even dimmer room, as I stepped forward my foot hit something on the floor, I looked down and on closer inspection I noticed it was a large circular platform in the middle of the room. I sat down and felt the smooth latex finish when I saw him. The guy who squeezed my ass standing in the doorway just behind him, he must off been following me. From what I could remember from when we were upstairs, this guy was smooth, tanned and looked like he worked out a lot. His towel was draped across his left shoulder and his right hand was gently stroking his cock, giving me a full display. "This is the open room" he said in a deep voice, and proceeded to walk towards me, due to the light of the room, I couldn't get a clear view of his cock, it was only until it was inches away from my face, that I saw it. "Wanna try?" I wasn't in the mood for small talk, the build up of this whole experience was too much for me to handle. I didn't speak I just opened my mouth and let his cock gently slide in and glide over my tongue. I closed my lips around his member and began to suck him gently. My friend obviously took that as his cue and started to draw his cock in and out of my sucking mouth, gently fucking my face. This was it, I was on my knees, a cock in my mouth fucking my face, and all I wanted now was for him to fuck me anyway possible. He started to grunt and coo, whispering things like, "Oh yeah, suck that cock" and "Such a hot dirty little mouth" I closed my eyes and carried on sucking every inch I could, my friend obviously wanted to take it up a notch and started to push his cock further into my mouth, forcing it down my throat "Yeah, take it" he grunted as his thrusts got my powerful and violent. I loved every minute, every second, every throbbing inch. It was only then I felt the towel around my waist being undone and it suddenly occurred to me, why they call this the open room, another guy had entered with out me knowing, he wanted some action too and began to guide me up onto the platform. So here I was on my hands and knees, a stallion fucking y throat, and second guy, who had just begun to explore my ass, his tongue began licking all around my ring, long strokes, short strokes and then inviting himself further, he forced his tongue into hole, he fucked my ass with his tongue and I was squirming with pleasure, his invasion made me let out a muffled moan of excitement, which made my fuckers smile and say. "I think this bitch likes it" the thrusts into my mouth got faster and faster, he pulled his cock out just to the very tip before plunging it back in and hammering it into my throat, his balls hitting my chin with every thrust. I suddenly felt lost as the guy behind him pulled his tongue away, I needed to be filled, but it wasn't for long, soon I felt that fantastic sensation of his cock forcing its way into my tight sphincter, he pushed and pushed and then suddenly with a pop the head of his throbbing cock was in me, and then followed that smooth ride of his hard member forcing its way deep inside me. "Such a tight hole" he grunted as he began to withdraw and push in once more, gently and slowly building a rhythm, until he was fucking my ass as hard as the guy fucking my throat. I was in euphoria, it was heaven, then I felt other movement on the platform, two more guys had joined us, one was stroking my back and jacking of his cock right in my eye line, the other was currently stroking my chest working his hands down to my crotch, instead of gripping my cock and helping me get off, he gripped my balls and began to pull and tug on them hard. The feeling made shudder. Then with no warning the guys pulled out of me laughing and I felt someone grab my feet and pull me across the platform, I slipped onto my front and was dragged across the room. I was grabbed by my wrists and pulled up, a guy grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard, forcing me to bend forward, it was then when my neck hit something hard, followed by my wrists. I heard a clunk sound and something clicked. I was locked a wooden frame that people call "The stocks" my head and wrists where fitted through three holes. When I finally caught my breath to protest, my mouth was filled again, and the fucking of my throat became a lot more serious. These guys where not going to go easy on me. The emptiness I felt was soon gone as a cock was filled there deep in my ass. In a matter of moments I felt the cock in mouth swell, and not long after with an all might grunt from the owner my mouth was full of hot sticky sweat tasting cum. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but some leaked out. The guys cock was withdrawn from mouth was being rubbed over my face. I moaned with pleasure. This event set everyone off and the guy who was now fucking me mercilessly came shooting his hot load deep inside, he thrust his cock hard wanting every drop of his cum in me. It wasn't long before I presented with another cock forcing its way into my mouth, and another forcing its way into my ass. Again I was being fucked from top to bottom, hard, and fast and what seemed like only minutes the guy behind me shot his load to join that of his friends, deep in my ass pulling out and sending one final spurt across my back. The guy in front obviously wanted to do the same so pulled his cock from hungry mouth and began to shoot his load over my face, his cum spurted and covered my cheeks, chin and mouth. I could hear all four guys cheering, and then a click and I was released from the stocks, I slowly slumped to the floor, watching my fuckers leave me all alone in the dark open room. After a minute or two when I caught my breath I scrambled slowly for my towel which was on the platform, I got it and began to wipe face. I smiled, I felt so dirty, so excited I wanted more. I picked my self up shakily and wobbled my first steps as I head out. I was a little disorientated at first and walked down a corridor which I though was the way upstairs, however I was wrong, I saw an open door thinking it to be the exit, I went in and found it was a cubical. I thought the rest couldn't hurt me and I sat down on a stool in the middle and closed the door. As I sat there I heard someone next door, I looked and saw a hole in the wall, curious I peered through, and saw a man standing there stroking his cock, he obviously saw me looking and walked towards the hole, and slipped his cock through for me. I undid my towel and began to jack my self off as I jacked him to, I then took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him. I must have been doing a good job, because of the grunts and noises he was making, at point I thought he was going to knock down the wall. My cock erupted and showered my chest with my cum, it was the most intense orgasm I have ever had, not long after the cock which I was now going to town on shoot his load right across my face and into my hungry mouth. The guy soon pulled back, and I heard him go. I sat still for a bit, exhausted. I cleaned myself up, found my way to the stairs and headed back for the lockers and the showers. I had only done the basement and I was exhausted, time for me to go, however I booked some holiday from work next week, and had nothing planned, well that was until now, I had another three floors to explore. As I left the guy at the counter asked me if I had fun, I just smiled and nodded and he said "See here soon then" and with that I walked out of Vikings and headed for my car. I didn't know how long I had been in there and I didn't care, it was just pure heaven. I cant wait till next time. Viking's Desire Rachel stretched lazily on the lounge chair and shifted so the sun could kiss other areas of her body previously shadowed. It was a perfect day in May and after a whole week of work, she felt she needed a day just to unwind and enjoy herself. She finished reading a trashy romance novel, her dark sunglasses giving relief from the bright glare of the sun. She normally didn't read these kinds of novels, but she just wanted to let her brain relax and enjoy the sensuality of the hero and damsel in distress. It was the usual story line of damsel being rescued, and promptly hating Hero because she did not think she needed rescued, then when Hero was tired of being pushed away, fell into another's arms. Suddenly damsel realizes how much she loves him, and she spends months hunting him down. They ended up together making mad passionate love. It was almost disgusting how Hero took damsel in the end, forcing her to do things that she thought were so barbaric... but yet Rachel felt herself getting hot and wet, and it had nothing to do with the sun. She silently chided herself for her arousal. Rachel was a big voluptuous girl, her huge breasts gave her plenty of attention, but because she was just as plump in her tummy and bottom, thick heavy thighs... not many men really care to do much more than gawk down her shirt. She accepted this, it wasn't that she didn't want to have a boyfriend or anything, but she knew it would take someone special to really appreciate what she had. And she was willing to wait. She was just 32, still young enough to find that special someone, she wasn't worried. But it did not make the constant desire and sensuality that she exuded become any more diminished. She felt like she was constantly in a state of arousal. Her only outlet of late was conversations with interesting people on the internet. She bounced around various chat rooms that had names from the very mild to the very wild. When she was very hot, she would hook up her web cam and go into a room for BBW women and only show her breasts with her face out of view, to a few men who had enough class and sense to speak to her in a considerate way. No one in her real world knew about her kinky desires, only the few she talked to online. She generally did not try to develop any close ties with the men she spoke to, she would change her chat name every month or so to deter men from hounding her. There was one particular man that really got to her though. "VkingsDesire" seemed to know what she needed and when she needed it. After talking for several months, he started naming what she was thinking almost as she was thinking it. To the point where she felt like she was falling deep within herself, and thinking about kinkier and stranger things, almost to the point of debase. She couldn't seem to help herself whenever she spoke to him. But when she was not talking to him, she would think back to the conversations, and feel ashamed. She finally eased away from him and changed her chat name again. That was nearly a year ago, and she rarely thought about him now. As she shifted again, she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and looked over to the vast expanse of yard to the next door neighbor's yard. He was doing some work back there, but between the trees and fence and flowers and bushes, she couldn't quite make it out, but it looked like he was getting ready to build something. He caught her gaze and looked at her, a faint smile reaching his lips, almost to the point where she almost could have imagined it. She chose to ignore him and pretend that she was engrossed in her book, although she had already finished it. While she stared unseeing at the words on the page, she wondered about her neighbor. He just moved in a few months ago, nobody in the neighborhood had really met him. All anyone knew was what the mailbox stated in bold letters: "Vanderbilt". She would catch him watching her, just doing day to day things; getting the mail, planting flowers, sitting outside talking on the phone, cutting the grass. But she chose to ignore him, although couldn't help being curious. Once she purposely wore no bra and a tank top, and shorts to mow the grass. Thinking to herself, maybe he will quit ogling me if he really sees me. But that did not seem to make any difference. It seemed to make him watch her more. She would catch his reflection in a window, or watching her from his yard, or while he was sitting in his Jacuzzi. He was an attractive man, but not in the 'pretty boy' way, more of the aura that surrounded him. Strong, lean but not thin, had an air of authority and purpose. Not very tall, maybe 5'10 or 11, but his presence made him seem larger than life. Mostly gray hair with some streaks of jet black made him look more distinguished than older, and the most piercing blue eyes that seemed to look straight to the soul. The closest she came to him was when she was riding by his house to get to her drive, and he was on the far side of the street getting his mail out of the box. Time seemed to stand still as she drove slowly past, and their eyes locked. She could feel an icy chill, and she had to force her eyes away so she could navigate her car into the drive properly. She thought of the time when she purposely set out to show off her body to him, and her pussy tingled when she thought about being brazen and giving him another innocent show. Why she would ever even think to do that she didn't know, but the thought excited her. After all, it wasn't like he was going to act on anything. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with the urge to put her book down and go pull weeds in her little flower bed. She got up and walked over to it, closer yet to his yard, and leaned over and busied herself pulling weeds. Knowing full well a good deal of her breasts would be hanging and swinging in full view. She got wetter and wetter knowing she was exposing herself to his eyes. She was shocked at herself, and didn't even understand why she felt like she wanted this. She heard him pounding with his hammer on his project when she started weeding, but noticed at some point the hammering had stopped. She felt her face flush with embarrassment knowing he was looking at her. She didn't know he was, but she felt it. Then she worked her way around to where she was now facing away from him, and bent over, she knew that her big soft round bottom was spread before him. She remembered almost too late that she hadn't bothered to wear any panties, and she was wearing a short skirt. But it seemed like her body was no longer controlled by her, she was bending straight over from the waist and couldn't seem to stop herself. Suddenly she felt the overwhelming urge to touch herself, and she almost aloud said "Stop it!" to herself. Suddenly the urge stopped and it was almost like she was waking up from a dream. She turned beet red at what she had just done, and quickly walked back to her chair, picked up her book and started into her house. She couldn't help but take a quick peek at her neighbor, who seemed rather busy on his project. She shook her head at herself and walked into her house. Over the following week nothing seemed out of the ordinary, she still saw her neighbor watching her at times. The following weekend she did the same thing as last, opened up her lawn chair and settled in it, this time wearing only a deep V neck halter top and a skirt, no panties or bra, and settled in with another novel. Mr. Vanderbilt came out just a few min later and started working in his yard. Rachel tried very hard not to look at him, but she found that she would be drawn to look at him, like she couldn't control it. After watching him for about an hour doing yard work, he stripped off his clothes and sunk in his Jacuzzi. Almost like she was in a trance, she watched him look at her, and got up and walked toward him. It was almost like she had no feeling in her limbs, they were just moving toward him as if she were a puppet on a string. She walked all the way up to his deck and just stood there looking at him, her head screaming "What are you doing??" But her body was powerless to control. He looked at her, and gave the briefest smile. Without any words being spoken between them, she moved close to him, close enough for him to reach out and push the material of the halter away from her breast and grab a hold of her nipple and pull hard. It was like she no longer had a voice; she just opened her mouth slightly and started moaning. It hurt, but she didn't want him to stop. She was humiliated in her mind, but she couldn't react, she couldn't stop him... and didn't want to. "Are these mine?" He asked quietly as he twisted her nipple harder. Rachel could not speak; all she could do was nod. "What is wrong with me???" she shouted in her head, "Get your hands off me!" But she could not deny the flood of wetness in her panties. He stood up and turned her around and removed the ties that held her halter top, pushed her skirt up and felt her ass, then slid his fingers over her pussy lips from behind. "Well well, what do we have here?" He mocked, "No panties? My, what a little slut you are." Rachel's face turned beet red, but she still could not speak. He pulled down her skirt so that it pooled around her feet and she stepped out of it. She turned around and just stood there, as Mr. Vanderbilt sat back down in the Jacuzzi and just raped her with his eyes. She felt like she was frozen to the spot, she could not move. Her face burned hot with humiliation. "Walk over to that bench by the door and sit down and spread your legs apart. Do not let anything block my view of that pussy. Go now." Rachel fought against the forces she could not explain, but no matter how hard she fought them, she was powerless to do anything short of what he commanded. She went and sat on the bench, leaned back against the house and spread her legs, and reached down and spread her pussy lips as wide as she could. He sat and watched her for what seemed like an eternity. He finally got up and came out of the Jacuzzi. He took off his shorts on the deck, then naked, pulled Rachel up off the bench and led her into his house. Once inside, Mr. Vanderbilt picked up a large duffel bag that was sitting on the floor of the family room and rummaged around in it. Rachel could do nothing but stand by helplessly and watch him. He turned to her and put a leather collar around her neck with an O ring in the front and attached a metal chain leash with a leather handle that hung down to her pussy. Then he put leather cuffs on her wrist and hooked them together in front of her. He bent down and placed cuffs on her ankles, and on her thighs. He had some thick soft black rope that he started weaving around her body. When he was finally finished, she looked down, and she was wearing some sort of harness that went from her neck down to her cunt. He had a special part between her pussy lips with a knot strategically placed at her clit and at the opening of her hole. He then took more rope and pushed her down until she was bent like an upside down L and he started wrapping the rope at the base of her swinging full pendulous tits. He wrapped them tight, and only half way, so when she finally stood back up they were enormous and standing straight out, tit flesh taut and nipples rock hard. He stood before her staring into her eyes and teased her nipples, flicking them and pulling them and slapping her tits. All she could do was moan. Her eyes were fixed on his, and she could not look away no matter how hard she tried. He saw the fight in her eyes and he just smiled. He grabbed her leash and led her through the house, down the hall, and down the steps into a basement. She looked around in horror and saw all kinds of devices, furniture and instruments; to her it looked like something one would find in the torture chambers at the Spanish Inquisition. He led her to the least scary looking piece of furniture which looked more like a high setting lounge chair. He put a step stool beside it and coaxed her up in the chair. She laid back into it, relaxing in spite of her internal terror and humiliation. He moved to the foot of the chair and pushed some control buttons at the bottom, and her pelvis started moving up and her back came down nearly flat, and then she felt her feet being lifted into some sort of stirrups. Then another button made the whole bottom part of the 'chair' retract to where her bottom was almost hanging off, and would have fallen off had she not had her feet bracing her in the high stirrups. He came around to the side and lifted her cuffed wrists high above her head and hooked them to something so she was stretched completely out. He moved around to the bottom of the chair and fastened chains to the outside of her thigh cuffs and tightened them until her legs were spread far apart and she could not move. Then she felt a comforting heat emanating from a lamp that was drawn close to her pussy, and she felt him slide the rope to the side, then touching, probing, pressing all over her cunt. She could do nothing but moan in humiliation. His fingers (and she assumed his eyes) missed nothing. He pulled back her mound and spread her lips open and saw her tiny clit protruding. He rubbed all around her clit without actually touching it and smiled when he noticed her hips rotating with his touch. He moved downward, noting her small inner lips and spreading them to see the most intimate details of her cunt. He moved farther down and rubbed just above her urethra, and then sliding down to the entrance of her hole. He chuckled when he noted that she was soaking wet, and 2 of his fingers entered her fairly easily, and he took note of where that special spongy spot was and rubbed it in circles. Suddenly Rachel started shuddering, she could not help it. He did not allow her to have any more of a reaction other than building to a fast orgasm, and promptly removed his fingers before she went over the edge. He traveled farther down and spread her fat ass cheeks apart and rubbed against her asshole. He laughed out loud when he noted how she squeezed herself together as tightly as she could, and then without saying a word, He thought, "Relax." And just as suddenly, she dropped all the fight and relaxed completely. He took some KY out of the handy drawer in front of him and lubed up a finger, gently inserting it, but not stopping until he could get no more of his finger in, then took it out and inserted 2 fingers. He pressed against the wall that separated her bottom hole to her cunt hole and smiled to hear her moan. He removed his fingers and got up and washed his hands thoroughly at a nearby sink, then came back and repositioned the harness he made from rope so that the knots were again against her clit and hole. He started toying with her breasts again; pinching the nipples and pulling them until she was sure he was going to rip one of them off. But after the silent command to relax, all she could do is lie there and watch helplessly. After some time, he raised her up and took her down off the chair, and holding the hair tightly at the nape of her neck, directed her to some sort of contraption. She recognized it as the thing he was building last week. He stood in front of her and unwrapped the binding rope that held her big tits, which had turned purple. The blood rushed to the areas that were so restricted, and it almost hurt worse than the bindings. He pressed her down until she was kneeling on two separate legs far apart, padded and covered with leather. He pushed her down until she was bent over the middle padded bar and he unhooked the wrist cuffs and stretched her arms out in front of her to poles she could grab in front of her. she realized she was bent so that her breasts hung free under her. He came up in front of her and after pulling on her nipples, she heard him click a switch, and immediately there was a humming sound. He felt her take a nipple and press it against something flexible, and suddenly found her nipple being sucked hard into a tube by this machine. He did the same with the other one, and soon both of her nipples were being stretched impossibly long with a constant suction. He moved behind her and rubbed her spread ass, grabbing more KY he prodded and pried her ass hole until it was spread and stretched. He pulled a moveable cart to him, and opened a drawer. After rummaging around a moment he pulls out a large anal plug and eases it into her ass. She moans louder and louder until he has the largest part at the entrance, and then pushes it all the way in, lodging it deep in her. She is breathing fast and hard, and finally is able to say "please stop!" He comes around in front of her, and she pries open her eyes to look up with him with pleading eyes. "Please let me go!" she cries. "Rachel, you do not want to go. You know you belong to me. You have known it since the first day you spoke to me, and more intently the first time you looked into my eyes. Don't deny it." Rachel was so overwhelmed she could not speak again, but looked at him pleadingly and shook her head no. Mr. Vanderbilt chuckled. "Well my little slut, you may not realize it now, but before too long, you will be begging me to own you." He went back around to his cart and carefully chose a number of things and set them on top. Rachel's nipples were being stretched and sucked deeper and deeper into the tubing until when she was able to move enough to look down, she was shocked to see her nipples were about an inch and a half long. Something about seeing that made her pussy lurch in response. "What is wrong with me?" She cried silently to herself. Mr. Vanderbilt wrapped something around her legs and fastened it, and it made something press up against both of the knots in her harness against her cunt. After adjusting it to his satisfaction, he pressed a button and it immediately made a very pleasant buzzing against Rachel's clit and lips. Without any warning, Rachel suddenly felt the bite of a leather strap coming down on her ass. She lurched against her bonds and screamed. Without stopping, He took the leather strap and was doing figure 8's in the air making the strap come down on one side and then the other. Even though he was not using much force behind his whippings, in less than a minute, Rachel's face was awash with tears. He slowed it down even more, and eased up to the point of almost caressing her ass with the strap, watching her face carefully. Rachel started feeling the buzzing on her pussy become more and more persistent, the hard pulling of her nipples became more desirable, and the whipping less harsh. Soon her squeals and tears became moans and shudders. He stopped his whipping, but Rachel's ass was still moving in the rhythm to the whipping. He took a soft feather next, and started lightly tickling her ass, all over the reddened flesh, up her back, down her thighs, around her asshole. Rachel suddenly found herself shuddering in yet another height of desire, on the verge of climax. Just before she reached that crescendo, he stopped tickling her with the feather, and turned off the vibrator. She almost cried again, but this time with frustration and need rather than fear and pain. While observed this, he selected yet another strap, this one smaller and softer, and walked back around in front of her. He looked into her eyes and said, "Rachel, look at my nipples. See how beautifully long they are?" Rachel obediently looked down again and saw that they were now almost 2 inches in length. Her eyes widened in surprise, and Mr. Vanderbilt did not miss the flicker of desire in her eyes. He stopped the pump and pulled the tubing off her thick long nipples. They immediately snapped back, but not to their formerly quarter inch length, they still were about an inch long. He lightly flicked his finger over them, looking in her eyes as he did. Viking's Desire "Soon, my little cow slut, they will not snap back at all, and they will be at least 2 inches long. And furthermore, within a couple weeks, I will be draining milk out of these." Rachel's face burned with humiliation, but the flickers of desire she so desperately tried to hide were there. "And within a month or two, your breasts will swell several cup sizes bigger, and you will need to be milked every couple hours, or else you will leak all over the place." Rachel hung her head in shame, tears dripping from her eyes. She no longer had the fight in her; he was taking over her mind. Silently she cried, "How could I have met the one person in the world that would forcefully take from me what I have secretly wanted to give for years?" He chuckled quietly again. "Rachel, I want you to set back on your knees so you are no longer bent over the bar. But I want you to hold the bar with your hands, and lean over a little bit. Then, I do not want you to move a muscle." What she wanted to do was get off the contraption and slap him into oblivion and run home and call the police. But all she could manage to do is exactly what he asked her to do. Her eyes widened in sudden fear when she saw him draw back with the leather strap, and he brought it down and over her breasts. Back and forth he went, punishing her udders, her highly sensitive stretched nipples burned with the pain, her tits swinging wildly against the impact of the slapper. Rachel could do no more than to look down and watch their abuse. With his other hand, Mr. Vanderbilt picked up a little box and pushed a button, and suddenly her vibrator sprang to life with a vengeance. She closed her eyes, feeling the insistent buzzing of her vibrator, and slowly the pain of the leather slapper turned into a softer almost hypnotic massage, and she felt herself strain her breasts farther out, almost in offering to this barbarian. He watched her intently, never slowing up with the whipping of her breasts, a smile playing on his lips as he watched her transformation. Soon she started her shuddering, and just as soon, Mr. Vanderbilt clicked the button to turn the vibrator off and stopped whipping her breasts. Rachel slumped against the padded bar and moaned in frustration. "Rachel, who owns you?" He asked quietly. Rachel felt the thick control suddenly leave so that she could actually speak, but still, her voice caught and she could barely choke out, "No one owns me." Rachel heard him sigh. He came around behind her and lifted her off the legs, and helped her stand, although her legs were as unstable as a newborn colt. He half carried, half led her back to the original "chair" and helped her onto it. She felt the control come back over her and she again could do nothing but wait in silence for what he was going to do to her. Back went her feet in the stirrups, and up went her hands above her head held tightly, and her thighs again were forced apart and fastened. The warm comfort of the lamp was again against her exposed cunt, and Mr. Vanderbilt sat down in between her legs and let his fingers explore her intimately again. He inserted 2 fingers on one hand, then slid in 2 more fingers from his other hand, and with them he massaged and stretched her cunt hole until he could pry it apart and peer inside. She nearly passed out from the humiliation of it all. But He could see the effects of her humiliation in the form of the walls of her cunt hole dripping with her juices. He removed two of his fingers, and let the other two remaining find that special spongy spot again, and started in slow circular motions over it. Rachel's body shuddered at various intervals. Then he used his other fingers to rub up and down between her cunt lips, circling, but never quite touching her clit. She started shaking and straining against her bonds, and raising her hips to get closer to the manipulations. He rewarded her by rubbing that tiny valley beside her clit, the edge of his finger barely grazing it, moving faster and faster, while he rubbed her G spot a little quicker, but not harder. She started moaning, and breathing hard and moaning louder. "Rachel, if you cum, it is going to prove to me once and for all that you are a complete slut. You will no longer be able to deny that you want to be a milk cow slut, milked solely for my pleasure. That you are a beautifully fat slut who will do anything her Sir desires... and that you are completely owned by me. Tell me, Rachel, show me. Are you a slut? Will you stop your orgasm? Or will you prove what a nasty little piggy cunt you are?" With all her might Rachel tried to stop the impending tidal wave, but hearing his voice telling her what a slut she would be if she came just fueled the flames of humiliation, and shockingly, fueled the fire that was building in her belly. He watched her fight it, amused, and then pressed firmly on her Gspot and leaned over and took her clit in his mouth and flicked his tongue over and over, when suddenly a scream erupted from Rachel, and she arched, straining against all the bonds, and not only did she cum violently, she squirted several cups of ejaculate all over Mr. Vanderbilt. She thought she would never stop cumming, the waves just rolled over and over her ascending and breaking and ascending again, her whole body was shuddering and spasming and she was no longer screaming because she was barely able to breathe. After shuddering for what seemed like minutes, she fell still in semi consciousness, no longer caring what happened. She had never in her life felt those sensations, and she quit fighting within herself that she didn't want this. She wanted it. And she wanted to be owned. Yes, she was a slut, she was a cow, waiting to bring in her milk, she was a cunt. And she was His. He unhooked all her chains, removed the cuffs and restraints, untied her body harness, and left her completely bare except for the collar around her neck. He grabbed a big soft chenille blanket off a nearby shelf and wrapped Rachel gently in it. He helped her down, and mostly carried her into another room off to the side, and laid her gently on the large soft bed there. He sat on the bed and pulled Rachel close to him, and stroked her soft face and hair, and watched her drift into a deep peaceful slumber. Hours later she slowly awoke, fluttering her eyes trying to remember where she was, then moved and saw her Sir, slumped over at the head of the bed, his arms still holding her. She moved to allow him room to lie down comfortably, but he awoke with a start, and looked quickly into Rachel's eyes. "Who owns you, Rachel?" He asked quietly. "You do, Sir," Rachel whispered. He looked deep into the eyes of her heart and smiled softly, raising her chin up to his mouth and kissing her gently. "From the first conversation we had, I knew you would someday be mine. I have been looking for you for my whole life, and most especially over the past year." Rachel's eyes showed confusion, and then shocking realization as he said simply, "You are the object of VkingsDesire. But you may call me Sir." Viking's Pledge Ch. 01 hi, this is my first story that i will be posting on lit so i would really love your feedback. hope you all enjoy! -ARI ~~~~~~~~~~ .:CHAPTER 1:. They walked their way back to the village from the raid they had successful accomplished, but Vikings were always successful. His men followed behind him carrying their looted prizes, smiles on their faces and cheering loudly. When they jumped down from their horses each one slapped the other on the back congratulating each other. He handed his horse to one of the small boys that would tie up the horse with the others. Conall had golden hair and blue eyes, he had the tall, built frame, square chin with small cleft and a wide mouth. Stubble spread across his face over his dark, tanned by training in the sun. "Conall!" a young woman walked upon him, she was barely of age. Conall knew she had some feelings for him. She see was quite the siren, posh lips, long wavy blond hair and those bold brown eyes, and her body, strong and healthy with a large bust, she would be in any mans dreams, but not his. "Mesta," he bowed his head in greeting. "did you have a prosperous raid?" she blushed and smiled "will there be feast celebrating your success?" her eyes widen in glee. "I dunno, we shall see what the king declares, my dear," he said smoothly. He smiled as her plum lips pursed and she seemed to scowl. Styr grabbed his shoulder then. "Sir the king wishes to hear your report," he said eyeing Mesta and bowing his head to her. "Good eve, Mesta," Conall said turning and heading for the kings tent. Styr turned around with his leader, "you will not court her?" "nay, there tis naught courting to be done," Conall smiled wickedly, "besides I am fated to die in battle, naught because of a family," Styr laughed with him as they entered the kings tent. ---------- That night Conall walked through the crowd of people headed for the river, he needed a little air from everyone crowding him to congratulating him on the raid. And truth be told he was hiding from Mesta's father, who wanted to talk about a marriage proposal of Mesta to him. Even though he was deep in his cups of ale he was smart enough to stay away, or there would be a chance of him getting tricked. As Conall sat there, he thought about what he wanted, then he head some one approaching. A pale man walked towards him staring at him, the man looked almost frail. sickly skinny and bags under his eyes. He had dark hair pulled back in a tie. "Who are you, sir?" Conall demanded grabbing the hilt of his sword in a gesture of intimidation. The man merely chuckled, "I have many names, Viking, I am sure in a few hundred years I will have many more," the man's smile was stiff and seemed forced. Conall looked at him one last time, sizing him up and making sure he could take the man down if he needed to. Conall then turned his back on the pale man. "you think you can beat me do you, want to have a go at it?" "I'm afraid this is one challenge I wont do," Conall said walking away. Before he could get far something slammed into his back making him fall face first into the dirt. "no one shall dare to look at me with such disrespect as you have to night, my Viking," the man now sitting on top of Conall, whispered in his ear. The man stood up "grab your sword, defend yourself... if you are able," the man smiled that grim smile again. Conall surged to his feet and with a loud roar he lashed out with his fists not wanting to do to much damage to the man, that was before the man caught one of his fists. Conall stuck out with his sword, slashing away towards the man that nimbly slipped and dodged each blow. After hours of going at it full force Conall was panting, the man not even sweating. Conall made one more lunge with the sword, the man stood still, suddenly he clasped his hands flat together around the blade stopping it from being moved further. Conall stood wide eyed as the man took the blade from him and threw it to the side. He then examined his bloody pale hands. The man then licked at his own blood. Conall sat there feeling defeated, the strongest Viking warrior defeated! "you feel you are weak?" Conall looked up at the man. 'had he read my mind?!' "I can do that too." the man said simply. Looking as if he just commented on the weather not doing something that is impossible. "and I can also grant you the power you want to have, to be strong and... indestructible," the man said slowly. "what are you?!" "the answer to your prays. Now, do you want that power or should I find some one else?" Conall took a moment to think of it, then took the mans hand and stood up, the last thing he saw was long sharp fangs, white hot pain wracking through his body. Then came the darkness, coldness and the emptiness. ---------- to be continued... thanks for reading id love to hear for everyone on what you think! Viking's Pledge Ch. 02 just a heads up i am horrible at grammer and im looking for an excellent editor so i will get to that soon. i know the story is kinda slow at the moment but its starting to get better now. hope you like and thank you everyone who voted :) enjoy!!! -Ari .:CHAPTER 2:. Blackness swallowed him whole. He could see nothing, hear only the sounds of his own body reforming. Bones popped and muscles jerked, his whole body was nothing but pain. Conall awoke to a pounding headache, quickly he grabbed his head with both hands and groaned. He tried opening his eyes but the movement seemed too exhausting. He was panting, and he could hear some things going on around him but couldn't identify what the sounds were of. His mouth was dry and his stomach felt as if it were eating itself. "Ah, so the mighty warrior finally awakens," a cold voice taunted him. 'just wait until I get my hands on you' Conall thought. He felt a strong kick to his side that flung him through the air causing him to crash into a wall and falling back to the ground, grunting with the impact. Conall opened his eyes a crack and looked around, he glared at the skinny pale man that was dancing up and down with a high pitched chuckle. Conall used all the energy he had to move onto his hands and knees, coughing as he did so. The pale man turned to look at him. "hmm? I guess I should let you go so you can eat," he smiled wickedly "you must be starving, they all are after being changed," the pale man grabbed a hold of Conall by his tunic and drug him out of a cave. Conall looked around and noticed that they were not that far from his village. In fact the pale man was walking right towards the village, Conall smiled at the thought of escape being so near. His thoughts were then cut off by an amazing smell. He inhaled the scent deeply, savoring the scent that literally made his mouth water. "Ah you smell that do you?" the man said mockingly. "stay here," he said walking off towards the villagers houses. Conall was clutching a near by tree to keep him up right. "the hell I'm staying here" Conall said looking around. He tried taking a step away from the tree but his feet wouldn't budge. He tried moving, but failed, instead he staying still and motionless clinging to a tree. He growled in his throat and cursed under his breath. Then he heard that high pick laughter again and grimaced. "I couldn't have you wandering away now could I, my warrior?" the man came into view dragging a struggling form behind him. "why cant I move?! What did you do to me?!" Conall roared. "nothing more than what you wanted... you wanted power so I gave it to you, but now your payment for that power that I so sweetly gave you, you, my warrior, are at my every command whether you are willing or not," the man smiled again now showing his fangs. He thrust a woman towards Conall. "there's your dinner try not to make a mess," Conall looked down at the woman, who looked at him with trust and frightened teary eyes, then back towards the man. "is this a joke?!" The man smiled that ruthless smile then grabbed the wailing girl by the hair, "she smells delicious," he licked her neck as she tried moving away. The man took out a knife and put it right to her throat, pressing slightly letting just small amount of blood seep from the cut. Conall inhaled the scent of the woman's blood, his eyes dilated and he dove right for the woman. His fangs lengthened automatically and punctured the skin of the woman's neck. He could hear her screaming in the background. He took deep swallows from the woman savoring the rich taste, the flow of the blood over his tongue. He was getting a sensory overload sending his brain into a frenzy. The screaming had stopped. ---------- When he came to, the woman's cold body laid in his arms the taste of her blood fresh in his mouth. He looked down at the woman and then to the pale man who was smiling, anger rose up in him. "I told you I was not fooling with you, yet you act so surprised. Come along there is more you must learn before the sun rises," against his own will Conall followed the pale man. ---------- It had been over a year since he was transformed into a what his Master had called a vampire. Conall couldn't go out into sunlight easily, being more of a discomfort more than anything. He could go outside while the sun was going down though. He feed off of the blood of others, although now he could control himself and trance his victims into forgetting the whole thing. He couldn't die very easily, only a silver knife through the heart or decapitation could kill him. His life was over. ---------- Conall had hidden his vampire nature from everyone. After he fully adjusted to his new power he went back to his village. Every one was glad to see he was ok after missing for a few weeks. He resumed leading raids, but held them at night. Tonight was another raid. He would take blood from someone during the raid, and when the others had plundered enough they would leave. Most of his closer friends had noticed his new strength and were curious. When his best friend, Rail, saw him "necking" some one during a raid and come away with a bloody mouth he thought Conall was possessed by a demon of sorts. Conall had laughed and responded "I'm not possessed by one... I am one," he then walked away, Rail's mouth dropped but followed his leader. A few days later Conall cornered him outside of the mead hall. "Rail, come with me," he demanded walking to outskirts of the village. He could hear Rail's heartbeat rise as the walked further away from the village. Conall had stopped and was facing away from Rail, looking across the field to the grazing livestock. Rail stood waiting. "Why do you follow me if you know what I am?" "you haven't killed me yet, I figure you have had enough chances to do so already, if you have not yet then you most likely aren't going to," Conall smiled, "good man," he said clasping his shoulder. They both walked back towards the mead hall talking about various things. It was a few months later when Conall and his men were returning from a raid that they heard screams coming from the village. He and his men rushed back to see the pale man crunched over a body sucking the life blood from the poor soul, not to far off was a pile of bodies. Rage rose inside of Conall and he rushed for the pale man with blind hatred. His fangs descended as his anger rose and he lashed out with all his strength. His master sensed him coming and threw him, easily tossing him over a hundred yards as if it were nothing. Conall's men stood watching, not knowing what to do as the man advanced upon them. They all knew if Conall could not fight him, then no one had a chance. Conall stood up and saw the pale man now rushing towards his men, quickly mortally wounding one of them then jump to the next. Conall rushed with his dagger in hand as he watched one brave man hold his sword out. The pale man found this funny and stepped right into the sword, embedding the blade into his chest as the warrior watched in horror. "Nice try, what is your plan now?" the pale man had hissed to the warrior. Conall jumped up high in the air as the pale man was distracted and thrust the dagger into his master's back where his heart would be. The pale man turned to see his protégé, as his body started to jerked violently. His eyes went wide and then started to shrivel. Conall rushed over to his men changing the men that could be saved and praying for the ones that could not. Conall kneeled by one of the warriors that he had changed into a vampire. "Styr, I have given you your life back, it is your choice to do what you wish now. There are consequences to this new life..." Styr laid on the ground still, he was pale under his tan. "what are the consequences, my Lord?" "you will be as strong as I, you can only die by silver through the heart or being beheaded, the rising sun will now be a annoyance to you..." Conall then leaned down to Styr's ear and whispered "your main diet will be on the blood of others, you are a vampire now, you will live immortally," Styr's eyes widened. "I am a demon?" Conall shrugged and gave a ghostly smile, "I suppose but then again I am one too," he said straightening his arms out in a gesture that said, 'yeah I am one but am I any different when I was human than I am now?' Styr smiled then grabbed Conall's right wrist with his right hand and with Conall's help was pulled into a standing position. Conall gathered the bodies with Styr's help and then burned them giving the villagers a burial. After giving Styr orders to help the others adjust to their new lives, Conall jumped on his horse and walked away from the carnage. ---------- A century had passed, Conall finally decided that it was time to turn around and head back to his homeland. Over the years he had developed a aching need to return, but did not act upon it until now. Through his travels he had become famous for a hit man, he had become wealthy in a matter of no time, When he arrived at his village, which was nothing but runes now, he bought the land immediately. He built a house near the woods a long distance from where the village would be and settled down. Although he still felt empty inside. ---------- Conall had awaken at 5pm, the sun was going down and the cool night air nipped at his bare chest as he stood by the open window watching the sun go down. There was a light knock at the door. "Come in," "Good morning, Sir" a woman came in and sat down a tray with a bag of blood in the center. Conall eyed it a moment, then turned his attention to the woman, "Lori how many times have I asked to not to call me sir, just Conall if you will," She sighed and rolled her eyes, "well that's your fault, you taught me to respect my elders," Conall smiled, remembering the day that he went to the city and found Lori, well she found him. She was orphaned and running the streets. She was only about 6 years old then and so dirty he didn't know her skin tone. The little girl had watched Conall at a café sitting with a full plate of food in front of him. She came up to him and asked if he was going to eat, Conall gave the food to her and started asking about her parents. She was quiet didn't say a word about her family. He stood up and told her to return home, then turned and walked back towards his hotel, little Lori followed him. He stopped her and she explained she had no family. Conall then took her to the hotel and cleaned her up and feed her. He gave her one of his shirts to wear to bed and then tucked her in the massive bed, he took the couch. He woke up with the little girl curled in his arms and soundly asleep. They stayed that way throughout out their lives, Conall being her father figure. "Yes that is true but we are close thus there are no formal terms," Lori groaned, "should have told me that before" she stuck her tongue out at him in a childish gesture, reminding him of that little girl she used to be. She was taller now of course, she was 22 had short chin length brown hair and bright green eyes with long willowy limbs. Conall sighed and walked towards her, "you are a menace, child," "thank you, daddy," she said batting her eyes and smiling sweetly. She would normally call him Conall, although he was basically her dad, she noticed the hurt in his eyes every time she had called him by the name, so she quit. The only reason she called him sir was to get a reaction out of him, so that he would stop brooding over various subjects he had running through his mind that stiffened his body from strict concentration. Conall rolled his eyes and looked back out the window. A sudden urge swept over him as he looked at the forest. "I think a ride through the forest sounds great right now, care to join me?" "Not today," Lori looked out the window, "It looks like it may rain at any moment, and unlike some people I know, I catch colds," she playfully glared at him. Conall chuckled loudly and threw an arm around her shoulders and hugged her to his side. "go on then so I can eat," ---------- Conall loved the mist that would fall, making him feel refreshed and renewed. He often rode his horse through the forest, something that he used to do when he was a Viking. The horse was the same war horse he had back then. The pale man that changed Conall had said that he would need the horse, so he cursed the horse to live an immortal life along side Conall. As he rode deeper into the forest he noticed there was a slight disturbance. He went off the trail to find out what was causing the wildlife to be uneasy. The deeper into the forest he rode the more he noticed that the mist turned into a light rain and the sky became darker. Conall sighed and was grateful for his enhanced vision and upgraded immune system. He looked up at the sky and thought back to when he was changed, how he was just used as a tool by the pale man. He sighed and rubbed his face. The pale man was fighting for some land that another vampire had claimed, and thought with proper training that Conall could kill his opponent for him. The pale man had put him through some training of how to kill vampires. Conall was never really committed to the pale man's plans, which led to the village being attacked and destroyed. Conall was jerked out of his memories when his horse reared up onto it's hind legs and started to back up. Conall was able to get the animal under control, and tried finding the source of the horse's spooked behavior. He looked ahead and saw something spotted near the path. He jumped off the horse and walked towards it slowly. It wasn't an animal it was a young boy! Conall rushed towards him and looked at the boy's bruised and naked skin. He bent down and heaved a sigh of relief, he was still alive. The boy moaned loudly as Conall picked him up and wrapped his cloak around his frail body. Conall walked back towards his horse, who backed up and snorted at the bundle in Conall's arms. "you have been out of war to long, you beast," As he walked back to his home, Conall smelled the boys blood and his mouth started to water, 'ridiculous I have eaten not 3 hours ago,' he thought to himself. As he looked down at the unconscious boy he felt his fangs lengthen. Conall shook his head quickly and tried to think of something other than how the boy sparked his interest. to be continued... Viking's Pledge Ch. 03 sorry it took me so long i love to hear comments and feed back im pretty oprn to hear what you would like to happen in this story let me know. ARI .:CHAPTER 3:. -This is ridiculous!- Conall thought to himself pacing in front of the fire place in his bedroom. -It has been three days, and I have not thought of anything but that boy.- Conall sat down heavily into his lounge chair and reclined back closing his eyes and taking in deep breaths. And then the thousands of questions he had about the boy bombarded him again. Who would do that to him? What happened to him? Could he actually be a threat instead of the innocent he looks like? Why did his blood scream to taste the boy's blood? Conall jumped up and started pacing again. He stopped at the window looking out at the ruins were that tree used to stand. The tree that he held on to that night he had his first meal as a vampire. His blood had screamed for that woman's blood almost as much then as his blood was now screaming for the boys. He sighed and then turned and started pacing again. He turned around and looked at his chair which Lori was now sitting in flipping idly through a book. He had just vacated the chair only a moment ago. "When did you get here?" Lori lifted her eyes from the book, closing it and looking at the clock on the mantle she responded. "No too terribly long just about 30 minutes or so," "What?!" "Yep, I called you a few times but you did not respond, so I sat down and picked up a book, you didn't sense me coming?" she asked with a smug grin. "Clearly I didn't, you smartass," he sighed as he sat down on the sofa, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his head cradled in his hands. "You are thinking a lot about something," she said softly. "Yes," "What are you thin-" "Nothing, what did you come in here for?" Conall asked straightening up and brushing the thoughts away, returning his normal composure. "He is restless again," she said with a sigh. "Alright," Conall stood and followed her to one of the spare rooms that the boy was lying in. When the boy was first brought to the house he would through constant fits in his sleep, for fear of causing harm to himself Conall went to the boy's side. Conall had first touched the boy's forehead and checked his fever, at the touch boy had calmed his fit a little. Conall noticed this and then began caressing the boy's face and hands, and talked softly to him. The boy had calmed to a deep sleep, although it kept reoccurring. Lori had tried to calm the boy also but he would only respond to Conall's touch. "Has he woken yet?" Lori shook her head slowly. "No," she pushed open the door and walked up to the bed looking down at the small frame trashing on the bed. Conall sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed one of the boy's flying hands. Conall then started softly caressing the boy's palm, and murmured soft words that instantly calmed him. "I do not see why he responds to you, you aren't as sweet and nice as I am," Conall snapped his gaze to Lori's, glaring at her. She laughed "you see what I mean?! You are too touchy," Conall grunted, and noticed the boy had calmed. He rose from the bed and started to leave but the boy cried out. Conall turned and glared at Lori. "What did I do?!" she asked raising her hands up. "Did you touch him?" he interrogated "What?! You think I would put him into distress?! I am hurt, truly hurt, Conall," she pouted. "No you aren't," Conall went back to the boy and calmed him once more. When the boy settled Conall stood again, the boys suffering started again. Conall sighed, looking to Lori, who was watching the scene peculiarly. "Fetch me a bag, if you will, please," Lori nodded and returned a few moments later handing a cold bag of blood to Conall. "Watch him," he demanded walking into the adjoining bathroom. "What?! He doesn't respo-" Conall shut off her protest by slamming the door shut. He tossed the bag onto the counter and leaned against the wall. Taking deep breaths he looked down at the hard bulge in his pants. He growled and unzipped his pants. His huge erection burst free, biting his lips as he groaned -This is ASBSURD!- He thought to himself. -Not only am I lusting after his blood but now after his body! He isn't even conscious yet!- He grasped his cock near the base and squeezed it lightly. As he slowly moved his hand up and down his shaft Conall noticed his breath was getting shorter already. How he wanted that boy in front of him, those soft fingers pumping over his hot skin. His small tongue licking the head of Conall's cock. Their eyes would lock onto the others as the boys mouth would slip over the head of Conall's cock. Conall would run his fingers through that soft dark hair, slightly thrusting his hips to feel more of that wet mouth on his cock. Then the boy's hands would run up Conall's inner thighs and squeeze his balls causing his head to loll back and a main escape from his throat. He could just image the boy releasing his cock with a loud pop and the boy would look up to him and lick the head of his cock before saying "Cum in my mouth, Conall. Mark me as yours," Conall shuddered, his nerves on fire as he came, exploding in his hands. He was drowning in waves of pleasure, wanting them to take him further. A small smile tugged at his lips as his limp body slid down the wall. Sitting against the wall taking deep breathes to calm himself, Conall grabbed for the bag of blood on the counter. He closed his eyes a moment and thought of the pleasure of feeling the boy's blood flow through his body, and shuddered once more. Disgusted with himself, Conall ripped open the bag and drained the bag into his mouth. He tossed the bag into the trash and walked into the room licking his blood stained lips. Lori glanced from the boy to Conall, "all good now?" Conall nodded and climbed onto the bed and leaned slightly against the headboard. Lori watched as he rearranges the boy so that he was lying partially on Conall's chest. She smiled slightly. "Anything else that you will need?" Conall looked up at her a moment then studied the boy. "A bowl of warm water, some soap and a washrag, he needs to be cleaned up a bit," ---------- He was floating. The intense pain had finally eased a little from his body. He sighed contently feeling a warm presence around him. Suddenly it was gone, and he whimpered at the loss. Shifting around on the bed he tried finding it again, Then it touched his shoulder. "Shhhhh. Rest, little one," He stilled as the voice lulled him back into a tranquil state. ---------- Lori woke up early as per usual. She kept a normal human schedule, staying up most of the day and sleeping most of the night. It was a little altered so that she and Conall could spend some time together. She went through her daily schedule, studying, laundry, cleaning and cooking a meal for herself for lunch. Often times Conall would take little bites from her plate. A vampire's main diet was blood, but they could still eat human food. Conall had left for his daily ride when she started preparing her late lunch, ramen soup. As she waited for it to heat up she decided to check on the young boy. She that it was funny how he would respond to Conall although he was unconscious. She pushed open the door and looked at the bed and noticed the boys head was covered. She walked on over and slowly pulled down the covers. She then watched amazed as the boys eyes slowly open a crack, the closed again and open further. His bright green eyes fell on her, then widened quickly as he scrambled back away from her. He tensed up and his face flushed bright red when he noticed that he had no clothing on under the blanket. "shh, it's ok, I'm not going to hurt you, I have been looking after you for a while," Lori said slowly and softly. The boy knew not to trust her. He only remembered pain and he knew that people had brought that pain upon him. "Do you have a name? My name is Lori," she held out her hand but he just looked down at it. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she dropped her hand, she smiled to make him feel better. He again had no response, he looked around the room. "Would you like a shower? You will feel refreshed after a nice warm shower, I bet." she winked at him. "Always works for me," Lori grabbed a large fluffy robe and held it out to him. Slowly reaching out for it he looked at her with eyes filled of trepidation. Once he took the robe Lori went into the bathroom to turn on and adjust the water. She grabbed some towel and a wash rag and laid them on the counter. When Lori turned around the boy was wrapped in the robe sniffing the collar of the robe. "Does it smell bad? I can get you another..." she said but noticed that he hand clutched the robe tight to him. "Alright then, if you need help just holler for me," the boy walked slowly into the bathroom and closed the door. She waited close by in case he needed some help. Upon hearing the thundering of a horse's hooves she turned and looked out the window. Conall had just arrived at the stables. She then heard the shower shut off, deciding that the boy was done she went out to tell Conall the good news. ---------- Conall had just jumped off his horse when he sensed Lori coming up. She looked chipper he noted to himself. "So what has gotten you into such high spirits?" "He's awake!" she nearly screamed throwing her hands in the air. "What?!" "The boy he is awake finally," she sighed, "he has the most beautiful green eyes too," "What is his name?" "He didn't say one word to me!" Lori huffed, stomping her foot in frustration. "Did you think of the possibility that maybe he is unable to communicate vocally?" Conall asked, quickly putting away his horse. Lori blushed, "No I had not thought of that possibility," Conall laughed heartily and started walking inside. Lori had forgotten to check the mail and did so. When Conall approached the hall way he stopped. In front of him was the boy, who was peeking into the library, only covered in a towel around his waist. Bruises marked the boy's skin with purple and black spots, some being bad enough that they were yellow on the edges. His silky black hair fell over shoulders that were far too skinny to be healthy. Such a complete opposite to Conall's blond hair, blue eyes and big strong body structure. "Looking for something?" Conall asked softly. The boy jumped then spun around focusing on Conall with those green eyes. -Wow, Lori was right, those ARE the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen- Conall thought. The boy's eyes lowered to the floor and he blushed. -Well now we know he is not deaf.- Conall thought to himself. "Can you talk?" The boy nodded slowly and blushed, keeping eye contact with the floor. "What's your name?" Conall asked not wanting to scare him again. The boy fidgeted a little "...K-K-Kyle," the little boy's voice rasped against unused vocal cords. Conall smiled widely and the stuck out his hand, "I'm Conall, it's good to see that you are awake now, I was afraid that you might not wake of it," the boy looked oddly at Conall's hand, Conall dropped his hand and noticed goose bumps on Kyle's skin. "You must be cold, come, you can use some of my clothing, I don't think I will have anything your size but it should be ok for a while." Kyle followed Conall to a bedroom and watched as he riffled through a few drawers to find some long pajama pants and a t-shirt. Conall handed them to him and then walked into the adjoining sitting room to wait for him. When Kyle came out he was blushing from the way the clothes swallowed him. "There that's better, now let's get you back in bed, you are shaking, I don't want to exhaust you," Conall smiled and led the way towards the bedroom. They had just stepped out of Conall's quarters when he heard a thump. Conall spun around and saw Kyle on the floor. As Conall walked up to him he noticed tears rolling down Kyle's face. "What's wrong Kyle?" "I'm so weak...I can't even stand up for 2 minutes" he murmured. "Well you shouldn't be standing up yet, yet you have had a shower and took a tour around the house I'm guessing," he chuckled softly. "I say you did a great job but now it is time to rest... ok?" Kyle nodded slowly and then grabbed a hold of Conall's hand, he was surprised when Conall lifted him and cradled him close into his chest. Kyle squeaked but clutched onto Conall's shoulders. "Don't drop me," Kyle pleaded. Conall smiled "never, you can trust me," Kyle looked up at Conall taking in his looks. He had wide lips and striking but guarded blue eyes, his blond hair was kept long and was pulled back with wisps hanging around his face. Along his cheeks and cleft chin was a fine stubble, which hid small dimples. Conall walked into the Kyle's room and gently laid him on the mattress. "There you are, now just relax and take it east, your body needs time to recover," he said gently while covering Kyle with a thin blanket. "Now if you need anything Lori will help you, I shall go fetch her now," ---------- Lori entered the boy's, now known as Kyle, room and was shocked by the quivering mass of blankets on the bed. She walked over to the bed slowly "um, Kyle? Are you alright?" Lori heard a sniffle and the blankets moved slightly revealing bright green eyes. "Come on now, I'm nicer than that big brute. Is that why you are sniffling, was he being mean? I can kick his ass for you..." she reached out for him and he scooted back to the other side of the bed and fell off with a loud wail. "Oh my-" "WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?!" roared as he busted through the doors. He immediately glared at her. "He fell off the bed, Mr. Boss!" Lori grumbled. "You know this blaming me thing is getting old, and quick," she muttered under her breath. Conall glanced from her back to Kyle, he walked on over to Kyle and helped him back up onto the bed, and under the covers. "Are you alright, Kyle?" Kyle's eyes were wide with shock and stared at the larger man, before nodding his head vigorously. "Alright, now Lori here will help you if you need anything, alright?" Kyle nodded again. "Good, now rest so you can get better, I wish to see you healthy, little one," Conall said showing the depth of it in his eyes.Conall slowly left the room. He had rushed when he felt the little ones distress and burst the door open as he hear him fall. Conall went into the study while he waited patiently for the boy to heal. ---------- Lori was shocked by Conall's behavior. She had never seen him that domineering at all. Kyle was watching her with wide eyes. "Are you hungry?" she asked when she noticed that his bones were nearly visible. He nodded slowly, and looked up at her. She noticed that he looked so fragile in that big bed with the cover pulled up to cover up most of his face. "What would you like to eat? Berries? Fruit? Veggies? Bread?" she looked at his shoulders again. "It doesn't look like you have eaten in a long time, I think it would be best if we stick to the basics for now. We don't want anything to upset your stomach and then to hear that brute to come in here, do we?" she laughed. "I would like some berries, and a little bread please," she heard a soft whisper form Kyle. Lori smiled brightly and bounced up to help the little one.