fuck me now; I want that cock inside of me, please, mein Herr, please…
Philip moaned.
Then Gunther was tearing at his underwear like some kind of feral animal, pulling at it so the waistband was digging into his lower back, and then finally the elastic gave way, snapping apart, and the underwear lost its hold; but Gunther didn’t wait for it to fall away. Instead, he tore at the cloth, tearing and shredding it, until Philip’s aching cock sprang free, and then Gunther’s mouth was on his cock, licking and kissing and moving his tongue up and down its shaft.
“Oh, God,” Philip breathed as Gunther worked on his cock. He brought his hands down to the beautiful blond head, holding it as it moved. No one had ever sucked his cock like this before; he hadn’t ever thought a blow job could feel like this, the warm, moist mouth lapping and licking and suckling with a sense of urgency and need and desire.
Philip wanted to be naked. He shrugged, dropping his shoulders so the leather jacket began sliding down his arms. He let go of Gunther’s head, slipping his hands out of the sleeves and tossing the jacket over into a darkened corner. His T-shirt hung in tatters over his torso. He tore at the neck until it ripped, letting it fall off behind him, and then he was finally naked, offering his body to Gunther. He reached up and touched the nipple that had bled. He gasped, closing his eyes, pulling on it and pinching it, twisting it. It was incredibly sensitive, more so than ever before; just his fingers touching it sent a bolt of lightning through his body, making his cock ache and strain inside Gunther’s mouth.
What the fuck? he wondered as Gunther began licking his balls. He touched it again.
Gunther’s hands cupped his ass, squeezing and kneading, pulling the cheeks apart, and a probing finger went between them. Philip’s body stiffened as the finger began tapping at his asshole.
Guttural noises escaped his throat.
The finger went in.
He cried out against the sudden invasion; then his body relaxed and welcomed the intrusion as it moved inside him in a small circle, slowly, gently, relentlessly. He leaned back against the wall, locking his knees, putting all his weight on his shoulders, and his pelvis moving forward, his cock aching to be touched, sucked, fondled. His eyes closed, and the finger probed inward, moving, stroking, finding his prostate and applying pressure to it. Heat seemed to radiate from the finger, warming him, his armpits getting damp, beads of sweat forming at his hairline, one running slowly down and along his jawline.
Oh god oh god oh god oh god…
Then Gunther spun him around, slamming him face-first against the wall, and then Gunther’s tongue was there, between his cheeks, licking, probing, making circles, nibbling. He arched his back, pushing his ass back against Gunther’s face. The warm, moist tongue went deeper inside him, moving in circles, lapping at him. Gunther began to nibble a bit on his portal, his teeth lightly touching the skin. Philip’s whole body began to tremble, the pleasure sweeping over him in waves, his brain becoming lost in a single-minded ecstasy, an urgent need, the need to be filled up with Gunther, the need to give himself, to surrender to him completely, to give in to the pleasure…
Oh, God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me; make me yours; make me your slave; just hold me down and make me your bitch, your pig, your slave; take me, Gunther, take me and fuck me and use me; ride me with that big cock; make me beg for it; make me beg for your love, for your cock; make me yours; mark me as yours; shoot a load all over me and make me lick the sweat from your armpits; make me taste your manhood; make me worship your body; anything you want, just fuck me fuck me fuck me; I’ll do anything you want, anything you ask, anything you order; just take me and make me yours; fuck me, please; just fuck me senseless until I can’t breathe, until I can’t feel anything but your cock pounding away at me; make me sweat, make me tremble; fuck me fuck me, just fuck me, please, just make me yours and you won’t be sorry; I’ll do anything, just fuck me…
“You created him?” Rachel stared at Nigel. She wrapped her arms around herself.
“Yes, I created him.” Nigel looked down at his hands. He flicked the cigar out into the street. “It was one of my biggest mistakes; much as I would like to think otherwise, I am not infallible.”
Rachel pulled her wrap tighter around her shoulders. A cab went by, lighting the mist. “Why did you create him? Make him a vampire?” Make him a monster?
“A monster?” He smiled at her, delighted. “Inhuman?” He laughed, pulling another cigar from his inner jacket pocket. He sliced the end off and lit it, drawing on it till the end glowed red.
“How—h-h-how did you know what I was thinking?” This is too much; go inside, you stupid fool; get away from this crazy man; this can’t be happening; this kind of thing doesn’t happen, damn it; this isn’t possible.
“As you thought, I’m not human.” He bowed his head mockingly to her. “I can read your thoughts, pick them out of clear air.” He snapped his fingers before her face. She started to stand, her face pale, but he grabbed her and held her down, without force. She wanted to resist but somehow didn’t. “It’s not magic, my dear young woman. You have the same capabilities as I, but you don’t know how to make use of them.” He laughed. “I can see by your face you don’t believe me.” He leaned his head closer to hers. “Have you ever heard that humans don’t use more than one-tenth of their brain?”
“Yes.” He was crazy, she told herself, yet was still somehow unable—no, unwilling—to get up and go inside. She’d heard it before, some college professor droning on and on outside her consciousness as she sat there in the lecture hall, bored out of her skull as all her courses had bored her, had failed to hold her attention.
“There’s a lot of power inside your head, Rachel, if you only knew how to harness it.” He tapped the side of her head. “But to harness and be able to use the power, you have to rid yourself of your humanity—or rather, what makes you human.” He drew back, smiling and nodding at a young black man walking by. He was wearing a do-rag, pants hanging shapeless around the bottom of his ass, his plaid boxer shorts plainly visible, a loose-fitting army jacket. Once he’d disappeared back into the mist, footsteps fading into the distance, Nigel turned back to her. “And I need your help. I need you to find them for me.”
Philip’s body trembled.
Never had he felt such pleasure, such ecstasy.
His entire body was aflame. His skin felt everything; normal sensations were amplified to levels he’d never dreamed of. His lower back was arched, the muscles straining as he lifted his ass up, aching for Gunther’s tongue and fingers to plunge deeper inside him. He was unaware of being up on his toes, all of his weight resting on his forearms and hands as they pressed against the wall. His head rested against the coolness of the plaster wall, and even that touch was erotic, exotic, pleasurable. Pleasure was sweeping over him in waves, faster and faster, the waves coming so quickly that he couldn’t differentiate between one and the next; it was all so intense, almost too intense; it had never been like this before, his mind racing, unable to process and handle it all. His scalp was tingling, as though every hair on his head were an independent entity, sentient, alive, breathing.
Fuck me, fuck me, please, God, fuck me; I want that cock inside me; I want you inside me, please, please, please…
He shuddered as Gunther traced a light path with a finger up his spine.
His aching cock was filled with blood, almost as though it would explode. His balls felt as if they weighed ten pounds each, hanging between his legs, overly sensitive—the slightest touch would send him into paroxysms and spasms. His breath was coming in groaning gasps, panting as one wave of pleasure receded and another began building. He couldn’t form conscious thought. Pleasure filled his brain, dominating it, reducing him to an almost animallike state, a state where all he cared about was the tongue and fingers playing with him like an instrument, rising into crescendos and falling away only to build again.
And then it stopped.
His mind swam back into reality, into awareness. His heart was