Stains of Crimson

My eye\'s opened, hazily I looked around the room with a slightly blurred vision in the darkness. Did I get drunk? Was I having a hangover? Then that would mean.. that the vampire, that night, was it all a dream? Of course it was, whoever heard that vampires existed was crazy. No, it wasn\'t a dream at all, it was a nightmare. Thankfully it was over now and I could get up. But I couldn\'t. Something was holding my wrists together against the bed post, but then I realized it was not darkness, but a blindfold put over my eyes. I kicked up but my ankles had manacles on them at the opposite side at the bed, preventing me from moving at all, I screamed but nothing came out, I felt the foam ball locked in my mouth, muffling my cries, my screams.
Then I realized it was not a nightmare, it was reality. For reasons I could not explained I could smell the vampire, the vampire who had talked to me last night. The vampire who had turned me into what I was now. Not a vampire, not a creature of hell, but a slave, a servant of death. I gave up my life for this? No, I gave up death for this, immortality.
My senses jerked up as a cold finger tip lined down my chest, he *was* here. He trailed it down to the base of my member. At this point I realised two things. One, I bore no clothing on me whatsoever except the bindings, and two, there was a leather strap binding the base of my member, and for good measure to add on, I was erect. And the cock ring only made that more painful.
I felt the salty tears slide down my face as he cut up my chest, I felt his wet tongue lap up at the blood like a craving dog. I had no control of what he did to me nor could I see what he planned to do next, I tried to gasp under the gag as I felt his free hand stroke my aching member, slow strokes, then fast ones, it didn\'t matter how much pain or pleasure he gave, I wasn\'t going to come. His touch though felt unfamiliar, now I had done it with men, but never like this, never bound up, gagged and tortured.
My breathing was quicker now as I felt the hungry mouth lead up to my neck, he licked the flesh teasingly, even gnawed on it before he bit down, his jaws did not clamp as tightly as the last time, and he did not draw blood, he was just sucking my neck as he stroked me and I moaned under the gag. His plan was clear to see now, he was going to give so much pleasure it would hurt, and so much pain to turn into ecstacy.
His hands left me and I felt his body brush up against mine, he was bare as well I could feel as his hard arousal grinded against mine his hands roaming free against my body doing as they pleased, scratching my chest, not enough to brake the skin, just to leave stinging scars, another pinching my nipple which made me shoot my head up at the bizarre mixture of pain and pleasure. I never felt this way before, I didn\'t know wether to fear him, love him, mearly hate what he was doing to me, or crave more. But I could not love this man, no matter the circumstances, that doesn\'t change what he did to me. And yet was that not part of the agreement.
\'Would you serve me for that lifetime, as my servant, my lover?\' Those words pained my mind. Did I regret giving up my life to serve? If I was to live forever shouldn\'t I be happy? Or was immortality such a thing that this would be the price? I felt his hands now against my face, he removed the blindfold and the gag. The room was lit with torches, there were no windows, and the walls were dark, and then I looked at him, the blood down his chin, his cat like eyes, his long black hair along his sides, his pearl fangs grinning at me.I shut my eyes again, I\'d rather be blindfolded then look at him.
\"Look at me!\" I heard him hiss in his ordered tone. \"Look at your master!\" He growled slapping me in the face, he had a temper I did not want to mess with, and I looked at him through teary eyes, his teeth were gritted, and I finally spoke.
\"Y-you\'re not my m-m-master..\" I whimpered. \"I don\'t like what you\'re doing to me; get off me you bastard!\" I wailed, going from meak whimpers to loud crying, I was slapped again, turning away from him as he lifted my chin up and looked at me in the eye.
\"I can do whatever I want to you..\" he said with a devilish smirk, I did not like the sound of that at all. \"I own you now,\" he continued. \"You are my property, I can make this very painful for you, or very pleasurable, but that does not stop me from doing as *I* please, you are the slave, I am the master. All you have to do is agree to my commands, I\'ve given you the gift to live forever, and I can easily take it away, or make you suffer forever.\" He said now his eyes narrowed at me. \"I could have killed you, you should be honored to serve to me, Arigoth.\"
\"Arigot-\" I was cut off and slapped again. \"That\'s master to you!\" He hissed, but then he chuckled fiend-like again and lowered down to me, face to face, and kissed me. His tongue slid in forcefully, it was not a lovers kiss, it was a bruising kiss, I tried to muffle back my moans, but I did anyway, I moaned into his mouth and returned with my tongue, he pulled back and licked my lips playfully, biting down on my bottom one and sucked at the blood, I shot my head back and cried, cried in arousal, in fear, in sorrow, in happiness. I had never felt so many things at once, maybe this was worth living forever, but this was only one day, it could get worse, well one day down, forever to go.
\"Now..\" he said looking into my eyes. \"i\'m going to fuck you now, the only reply I want is: \'Yes, Master\', if you have to moan, moan Master, not my name.\" he said scooting back and picked up the bottle of lube from the bed and looked at me.
\"Yes, Master.\" I replied sullunly as he undid the manacles in my feet so he could spread my legs apart, slicked his fingers and thrust one into my entrance, feeling around the prostate, and then inserted another digit, this time I grunted as it felt as though my entrance was getting split in two, after thrusting with two fingers I started to moan.
\"Moan to me, my little pet.\" He purred to me.
\"M-Master, more.. \" I pleaded, sweat dripping down my forehead as I regretted even saying that Iwanted more, but I did, I *needed* more. I needed this lust, I could live with this forever, I winced as I felt his member thrust into me as I cried more, it wasn\'t pleasurable right now, the length hurt as he prodded my prostate, I panted as he kept his rhythm, I heard him moan, I was moaning now too, but in pain, all this pleasure and still I found no release. My member ached, and I felt hot thick liquid against my rectum, my master had cum, and collapsed next to me, wrapping his arms around me. \"We will teach you more tommorow,\" he said slowly, nuzzling my neck.
\"M-master?\" I asked meakly, biting my lip slowly.
\"Yes my pet?\" He asked, purring.
\"W-when can I come?\" I whimpered, feeling a bit ashamed to ask of that.
\"When I think you\'ve deserved it, but I don\'t think you have,\" He smirked.
\"Then, will you undo my wrist bindings, master?\" I asked, my wrists were raw and red.
\"No, because you might run away, and I wouldn\'t want to have to chase you down, now go to sleep.\" he whispered, kissing me on the cheek and tightened his embrace.
I looked away, I did not want to accept this comfort, but the truth was there in the shadows of darkness, I would have to accept this sooner or later.
But not tonight.