The man was breathing hard against the silk-wrapped ball gag. Tears streamed down his face, and fear filled his tightly-covered eyes. The bindings held him on his knees, but did not allow him the freedom to fall forward or back. He could move only his fingers, but even them just a short distance. He could smell the well-oiled leather, the sharp tang of the clean steel, and could taste the copper rivets as though they were in his mouth. He didn't struggle, however. He was there, in place, kneeling on the floor and praying in his own way for release. The Creature watched the man silently...naked and bound and looking terribly like a sacrifice from days gone past. It grinned a toothy grin, and alighted on the wide oak flooring, oiled over generations of care.
The bound man flinched when he heard the hint of footsteps. and the Creature spoke, his voice heavy with it's Scottish accent, "Well aren't yeh a fucking sight?"
The Creature circled his victim, thick leather heels of his boot scuffing the oiled wood of the floor, the soles quietly shushing along as Angus sized up this offering. The man could follow Angus' place in the room by the footsteps, and he understood that the effect was intentional as the Creature normally did not make a sound. The man shuddered as his mind began to ramp up and he realized exactly what danger he was in. His erection swelled again.
"I'm here," Whispered in the man's ear, close and tight, "I'm right....here." Angus used one rigid finger to drag a line up the man's back. Crimson erupted and a searing wave of pain made the man flinch. "I didn't tell yeh to move, did I?" Uncontrolled muffled noises fell from the offering. Angus moved away, the man heard the motion, heard the distance between himself and the Creature get larger, and began to wonder what was happening now. He heard a heavy wooden trunk lid open, heard the sound of leather and steel, and flushed again as the delight of NEW hardware became a possibility.
Angus took the device from the trunk and closed the lid. It was elegant and well made, but looked like a child's nightmare to the uneducated. He approached the offering, took note of the man's erection, became incensed, and kicked the victim in the scrotum hard. He heard the breath fly from the offering, could smell the fear and panic set in, and saw him try to crumble into a painful heap. The bindings held him fast, however. Angus spoke in his Command voice "Say a word and I'll end you before the breath reaches your throat. Am I clear?"
The man nodded, hitched what breath he had left in him tightly, and prayed he could be strong. His member twitched as the tension in the room rose.
Angus undid the buckles and straps of the ball gag with what might have been tenderness. He caressed the leather, stroking it with his ancient fingertips. He immersed himself in the memory of the animals who once wore that skin, of the gore and trauma of having it ripped from their freshly-killed bodies. He could almost smell the sweat of the men in the tannery, almost taste the history... and then he returned to the moment. The new gag was different. It was a smooth leather ring with four polished iron hooks and several small straps and buckles. Angus opened the offering's mouth, placed the hooks along the upper and lower lips at the gumline, and fastened the belts bruskly. The offering now knelt with an open, waiting mouth, the leather ring forming a warm, wet circle needing attention. Angus grinned and his fangs showed... oh, the wonders he would show this weak human.
The offering could feel the iron in his mouth, the leather ringing his lips, and the blazing pain in his belly from being kicked. His member throbbed again involuntarily, wanting attention. He tried as hard as he could to will it down, to stop the swelling, but could not. The Creature hissed, and kicked again and again at the offensive thing, sending lightning into the man as the thick, stiff leather scuffed skin from his tender area. It went limp. Angus coughed and leered at the offering with a mixture of sheer excitement and total disgust. But the thrill of taking another in this way made his own need swell, and the denim that he wore tightened against his engorged manhood. Angus walked on, circling like a cat waiting to pounce upon a hapless mouse. He circled his prey for a long time, purposefully stepping hard so the offering could hear him tightening the path...coming so close as to graze his neck with a sharp fingernail, drawing a fine line of blood and a sharp breath from the bound one.
Angus paused, rose up from the floor and surveyed the room. Everything was as it was supposed to be, and this brought him great satisfaction, comfort, peace, even. He returned to the floor, silently, and made his way to stand in front of the offering brought here for his pleasure...the offering he had prepared for this evening. The bound man was no longer limp. Angus was always amazed at the power of the human sex drive... it could seemingly overcome almost every condition and transcend any physical malady. Here was more proof. No matter how many times he kicked, scratched, clawed, or injured this man, his erection would return ready to perform at the next opportunity. So instead, Angus used the top of his boot to caress the man's injury, the soft leather upper startling the offering, but he became erect again, the bruised and scraped member bursting into a deepening red as it grew. And the offering remained bound.
Angus threw his coat open, revealing the lithe, muscled form beneath. He often took this form for offerings as it made them less prone to run as the game progressed. He ran a finger inside the placket of the shirt and buttons fell onto the floor, scattering. He arched his back as his shirt spread, exposing the powerfully rippled chest hidden within. He ran his hands around the back of the offering's head, scratching at his scalp, and forced the partly covered face into his crotch, grinding it against the rock-hardness throbbing to get out. Angus pulled the face away and gouged new lines in the scalp, blood running in rivulets down the weeping face. He backed off, regaining his composure. This offering was ready... so willing to be pleasured... it drove him wild with want... and made him careless with the flesh..
Slowly, deliberately, Angus touched the man. He leaned over, dragged his fingers over the man's bloody face, leaving trails with his fingertips. He tasted the human nectar and his own face became flush with desire. He breathed calmly, he saw the frailty of this mortal and wanted to make it last as long as possible. So he began to finger the buttons on his jeans...one...by...one... as though the offering could see any of it... One by one, Angus teased his pants open, charming his member from it's prison. He was fully hard, the skin tight and shiny on the ample head and well-veined shaft. He stepped closer to his plaything and ever so slowly began to drive himself into the waiting opened mouth. The buttery-soft leather stroked his sex, and the offering was using his tongue to pleasure Angus in ways that were familiar yet far-off. The tongue worked over the tight skin, around the head and under to the pulsing shaft Angus leaned his head back in rapture, safe from biting teeth or fleeing men. THIS was complete and total immersion into the human flesh. Hunting them? slaughtering them? That was easy. This was the real test. To become one physically... to enter them as something other than a predator taking meat...Angus' mind wandered ... his physical form raping the hapless offering of any semblance of dignity. He held the man's head tightly and slammed into his mouth over and over again, the gagging going unheeded, the retching becoming music to the creature's ears. But his mind was a long way away, centuries past, to a time when he had taken his first offering... to a time when..
A sudden movement made him return to the present, to the immediacy of fucking his victim. The offering had somehow come loose of a binding, and was able to move his head slightly... it was very pleasurable the way it rotated it's head as the tongue worked it's own power over the sensitive flesh. Angus grinned, and stroked his offering kindly, appreciatively. Almost with tenderness. He caressed the crimson-stained ears and stroked the curve of the human's face. It was tenderness that he showed, a gentle stroke from one lover to another. He watched his erection slide in and out of the hungry mouth, felt the delight as the wet tongue slathered over him, loving him. Angus allowed a small noise to escape, a mistake he realized, to let the human think he had power over the Vampire. So Angus punished him for the indiscretion, pulling from the hungry mouth and lifting the confused offering from the floor, snapping leather and chain in the process. The Creature could smell the fear and confusion in heated waves emanating from the helpless thing in his grasp. He fought back the urge to rage, and instead placed the offering down gently, carefully on the floor. "Move an' you'll be dead before your next breath"
Angus stepped back and breathed slowly, passing the anger from his mind. He prepared a table to receive a new victim, a plain-boarded thing with chains and leather straps. Angus took the man from the floor, worked several bindings, adjusted others, and then strapped the man face down onto the table. With a few swift, familiar movements, the table split, folded, and spread, essentially holding the offering bent at the waist on his knees. Angus admired the form, the graceful way it held the flesh... so vulnerable. So Angus stepped around, exposed his ready, waiting shaft and moved in close to his offering. He leaned over the man, whispered in his ear a single word and with uncanny skill, filled the offering in a single powerful thrust. The offering whimpered as his body yielded and became aroused again, his own shaft thickening and swelling, becoming rigid as he was pounded on. Angus let his thoughts slip away and focused on the immediate sensations... the tight, smooth opening, the way the man's arse was masculine and firm, but very softly-skinned. He was obviously an athlete of some kind, the muscle well-toned, the shape pleasing to the eye. There was whimpering and grunting coming from the offering as Angus penetrated him all the way to his soul. He stroked in and out, curving over the offering's back and nipping at his neck, his shoulders, and slipping an occasional drag of fingernails down the aroused, primed flesh. He began to feel the early sensations of orgasm deep in his belly, and increased the ferocity of the strokes, the intensity of the thrusting. He reached under and played with taught nipples, twisting and tugging at them. He slid his long fingers lower and lower, grasping the steely shaft in his grasp, running his thumb over the dripping head, and began to stroke in time with his own thrusts. The offering was making strange, wet sounds from the still-bound mouth, and Angus could feel the thickening member in his hand even as his own began to swell. Up easy, and down hard and deep, he stroked the flesh with his own, he firmed his grip, and stroked wildly as he rocked his hips against the offerings curves, feeling his own hips press into the sweet flesh. The offering howled loudly, releasing an impressive series of hot streams upon the floor and Angus' hand, it was gasping for breath when he felt his own orgasm build, then release deep inside the offerings spread arse. Angus screamed into the air, his thunderous bellows matching the throbs and jerks caused by the torrent of juices pouring from his cock. His balls tightened as the last of the spasms passed, and he tipped forward to lean on the offering's back.
Angus stroked the smooth skin with a single fingernail, opening a long, shallow valley there. The scent of sex and blood, of elation and release hung in the air like a fog. Angus slowed his breathing, touched the man's body with care, with reverence. He stood and turned away, paused, then stepped towards a waiting basin and washcloth. He doused his hair and washed the stench of human sacrifice from his flesh, he considered the experience as a whole, and smiled his smile. When he was cleaned to his satisfaction, he turned back to the offering, still strapped to the apparatus. He was kind to the offering, allowing it to drink, and to be unbound. He smiled at the offering's wounds, and whispered a word into his ear.
He pulled the offering close, kissed him on the mouth hungrily, touching his body. He kissed the neck, and moved around to ears, where he whispered lightly a single word before burying his fangs into the waiting man's throat.
"Mine."
