Thursday, April 15, 2010

Chronicles of a Cum Vampire: Episode 1

This is a story concept that has been bouncing around in my head for a while. If there is enough interest in it, I will consider extending it out into a series. -WARNING - This story contains hard-core ball busting.


The vampire kept to the deepest shadows, hugging the brick wall of the athletic department building, as he kept pace with the tall dark figure in front of him. It was late, nearly 11 pm, the quad was deserted with most of the students having returned to their dorms for the night. He stalked the ground silently, keeping pace with his prey. Even from several yards behind, he smelled the mix of sweat and testosterone that trailed behind in his wake.

Darius had entered the midwest town several nights ago and descended on the campus of the State College, finding it teaming with jocks, preppy fratmen, and corn-fed Iowa farm boys; a virtual buffet of horny studs. He spent his first night in town establishing a refuge so that he may sleep during the day in peace. He found suitable lodging in an abandoned farmhouse less then a mile outside of town. Settled deep in the trees at the end of a dirt road, the houses' faded white paint and boarded windows signaled the decay of the structure. The seclusion suited his needs perfectly. After a week of travel, he was famished, but with dawn on the horizon Darius secured himself for the day.

He set out for the campus at dusk, following instinct, he searched the grounds for suitable prey. Outside of the dorms, he picked up an appealing scent and chose to pursue it. Darius follwed the trail quickly, sprinting across the manicured grounds toward the source. Rounding a corner by the library, his eyes fixed on a solitary figure jogging along the path toward the athletic fields. Darius easily matched pace and followed, making sure to keep to the shadows. After several minutes, they reached a tall brick building adjacent to a baseball field and tennis court.

Darius pressed his body against a column and watched the young man pass through the double doors of the gym. Licking his gleaming white teeth with anticipation, Darius followed his prey into the deserted building. Stopping at the entrance, Darius was flooded by the strong wave of musk that assaulted his senses. The smell was intoxicating, feeding the flames of his lust like tinder. Listening for signs of his quarry, he made his way toward the men's locker room. Pushing through the heavy doors, he immediately spied the young man standing next to the lockers against the far wall. Already shirtless, his broad muscles glistened across his shoulders and back, and thick, hairy legs stretched out under a pair of loose, mesh shorts.

"Hello." Darius said in a calm, confident tone as he crept silently behind him.

The startled youth had not heard his approach and gasped at the sudden start. He turned and met the gaze of a pale, thin man standing close by. Darius inspected the boy's handsome face in the harsh fluorescent light and smiled. His warm brown eyes glistened, set above a strong, clean shaven jaw, he had a thick head of brown hair that matched the patches on his chest and stomach.

"Christ, you scared the hell out of me, man!" He shouted. "Can I help you?"

Darius said nothing in reply. Instead, he focused his eyes and locked his gaze with the college stud. In a matter of moments the his resistance was shattered and he was held fast by the vampire's power. Darius explored the young man's mind, delving into his memories, he discovered his deepest desires.

"What is your name?" Darius asked, his fingers brushing lightly against the boy's muscular chest.

"Kevin." He whispered.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Kevin," Darius replied as he projected the image of a beautiful red-haired woman into the boy's mind. "I'm Roxanne."

"The pleasure's all mine." Kevin returned, his head felt like it was in a fog, and he couldn't think straight. He didn't know how the cute girl got in to the locker room, but then again, he didn't really care.

"It looks like I caught you on your way to the showers." The red-head whispered, tugging down on his shorts. "Why don't I help you get out of these?"

Kevin did nothing to stop her as she pulled off his gym shorts and jock, revealing his limp 6 inch dick and loose, hairy sac. The vampire licked his lips hungrily as his eyes feasted on the boy's manhood.

"Oh my," the red-head cooed, fondling his walnut-sized orbs and hardened cock.

Kevin groaned.

"You just had sex," Darius stated, unable to mask his irritation. Kevin's cock reeked of wet pussy, and his testicles were loose and relaxed.

"Oh yeah, my girlfriend and I just-"

"Shhh." The red head hissed, continuing to rub his partially emptied balls. "We don't need to talk about her right now, do we?"

Kevin was led to one of the benches and sat down while the beautiful red-haired girl buried her face between his legs. Kevin groaned happily as he watched her head bounce up and down, her long, thin tongue sliding along his shaft. Leaking precum, his dick began to tremor as he began to shoot his load. Warm, white spunk splattered against the back Darius' throat as he continued to suck the young jock's prick. Drawing out every last drop, he cleaned the shaft with his tongue, savoring the sweet nectar.

Several centuries had passed since Darius had been turned to a creature of the night. He survived by hunting once fellow humans, sustained by draining the blood of his victims. It was the price of immortality, and it was truly a costly one. Blood fueled his existence, though over the years his appetite continued to grow, clamming hundreds of men, women, and children. But then, some time back at the beginning of the twentieth century, he stumbled upon a new solution to his growing hunger, not one relied in blood, but in the seed of man. The discovery was life altering. Packed with millions of sperm, the essence of life in one man's ejaculate could sustain him for weeks.

Freed of his need for blood, Darius thrived for decades on a heavy sperm-laden diet, but over time his hunger was beginning to out-pace him again. It had started slowly, but grew steadily into an unquenchable thirst for semen. More and more he spent his nights hunting down virile, young men, and relieving them of their sticky spunk, only to be repeated the next night.

Kevin moaned as the vampire caressed his manhood, manipulating the projections in his mind to stoke the flames of his sexual desires. He watched the long golden strands of hair get pulled back across his girlfriend's face as her hand pumped along his shaft. His heart soared as his head filled up with pleasure. When had she come in? - he wondered to himself, but his thoughts became fuzzy the moment he tried to remember.

Feeling the young stud's hips begin to buck, Darius engulfed the head of Kevin's dick in his mouth and squeezed his juicy nuts just in time for the first blast of cum. The jock grunted as his thin, watery cum erupted out of him.

Darius swallowed the load, but it hardly satisfying the hunger in his belly. Kevin's spunk had only wetted his appetite, but he craved more.

Still cradling the boy's delicate sac, the vampire squeezed Kevin's nuts with increasing pressure. Kevin's mouth opened and closed as his balls were compressed and stretched against their cords. The boy grunted, but Darius' hold only tightened. The immense strain that was being unleashed on the young stud's baby-makers sent Kevin's semi-hard dick into convulsions. In seconds, a small stream of his man milk spilled from his throbbing shaft.

"That's all?" The vampire hissed.

"Sorry honey, I'm all tapped out." Kevin groaned happily. "You're gonna have to wait until tomorrow for a new batch of love juice."

The vampire scowled at the young hunk. "No, that just won't do." Gripping the 21 year-old's prick tightly in his hand, Darius' bone-white claws closed in on his soft, pink sac.

"Please, my nuts . . . they're killing . . ." He stammered as his meaty balls were constricted, throbbing violently in the vampire's inhuman grasp.

Darius' dark heart pounded as he smelled the jock's fear, it was too much to resist. Turning his attention to Kevin's right testicle, he bore his thumb down into the fleshy orb with savage determination. The young college stud's desperation peaked, thrashing his arms and legs aimlessly, but to no avail. Suddenly, the fat, firm center of his nut gave way, flinging his body into a series of involuntary spasms. Darius worked quickly, using his fingers he pulverized the ruptured testicle, reducing the tissue to a pulp.

Kevin gasped as the carefully constructed fantasy was ripped to shreds by horrible pain. With the spell broken, his eyes met the vampire's gaze and was filled with terror. "Holy . . . shit . . ." Kevin's eyes crossed and he collapsed back on the bench.

Kevin's cock oozed a thick, opaque liquid. Bending forward, the vampire licked it up, sucking out every last morsel of his victims sticky spunk. Darius squeezed his nutsac where his right testicle should have been, but found no hint of the orb. He considered finishing the boy, but already he felt his powers swell as the essence of Kevin's maleness entered his blood stream. With his hunger was satisfied, Darius left the locker room and walked out into the night.

- Kevin is inspired by Jay of seancody -

- and Christopher of Treasure Island Media -

Friday, April 2, 2010

The Quarterback's Retribution

It had two days since Tony's run in with Jarret Russo in his parent's house. Tony tried to explain to Jenny what sort of guy Jarret was, and pleaded with her not to go out with him, but Jenny became furious at him for intervening in her life and ruining her date; she stormed out of the house into Jarret's car. Since then, relations had been cool between the siblings, and at school Jarret kept his distance, but Tony was sure things would settle down eventually.

The next few days passed without incident and Tony turned his attention back to training for regionals, spending most of his free time in training. On this particular day wrestling practice had gone longer than usual, but Tony decided to stick around afterward and get in another hour of personal training before he headed home. He was tired, but he had barely broken a sweat during the team practice and he knew he needed the exercise.

When the last few stragglers cleared from the gym, Tony headed for the free weights and began his routine. After building up a light sweat, Tony moved on to the leg presses and curls. He liked working out alone because it gave him time to think, but at the moment his thoughts drifted to the fight he had had with his sister. Maybe it wasn't his place to interfering in her life, but after all, wasn't he supposed to protector her? How could he stand by and let a piece of shit like Jarret use her?

Tony took a break from the curls and moved over to the bench press. Just another ten minutes he told himself as he set up the bar for 250 pounds and laid back on the bench. Clenching the steel rod tight in his hands, Tony's muscles in his chest and biceps strained as he pushed up, releasing the bar off it's catch and began his repetitions. Air blew forcefully out of Tony's nostrils as his arms pumped iron. After a dozen reps, his arms began to feel sore and heavy, but Tony pushed on with several more.

Once he hit twenty, he decided to call it quits and lifted the bar back onto it's bracket when suddenly a large form darted in through the door way, seized the bar and pushed it back down onto his chest. Tony gasped when he saw the smug look on Jarret Russo's face and his stomach churned.

"What the fuck, man?" Tony hollered as he vainly tried to push the bar off his chest.

Jarret chuckled as he watched Tony struggle beneath him. "Hey dick-weed!" Jared yelled in his face as he launched his knee between Tony's spread legs and exploded into his balls. "That's payback from two nights ago." Jarret snarled.

"Fuck you." Tony grunted and coughed as the taste of bile filled his mouth. Out of the corner he saw some else standing against the wall by the door watching and looked to see his sister Jenny.

"What's going on?" Tony demanded, forgetting the pain in his groin. He looked to Jarret, but it was Jenny who spoke.

"You're such a self-righteous prick." She swore indignantly.

Tony shook his head, not comprehending. "What do mean?"

"I mean I'm sixteen years old, I'm not a kid anymore and I don't need you butting into my life and making decisions for me." Jenny replied angrily as she walked into the light. "It means you don't get to lecture me like you're my father, or beat up the guys I'm dating."

Tony saw Jarret smirk - so he must have told her, Tony thought to himself. Jarret walked around him and grabbed the barbell, pulling it tight across Tony's chest and arms.

"I just don't want to see you make a mistake Jenny, you're my sister." Tony pleaded.

Jenny leaned forward and staring at Tony. "Being my brother doesn't give you the right to try to control my life." She spat the words out like they were poison. Clenching her fingers tightly, she slammed her fist down into Tony's soft package. Pain exploded in his nuts once again, but the ache that they caused was nothing compared to the hatred he saw in his sister's eyes.

"Aghhh," Tony grunted. "Jenny, please - stop."

"What's wrong big brother? Can't take it but you're happy to dish it out." Jenny laughed wickedly as she punched Tony again, her fist splatting flatly into his helpless balls. Tony gasped and struggled to break free, but Jarret's grip was firm.

"I don't care if you don't like Jarret," Jenny continued, "what you did to him was torture."

"No Jenny, please, I can explain . . ." Tony pleaded, his words trailing off as he stared into his sister's eyes. Jenny returned the gaze coldly and held it for several seconds. Then turning her attention below, she reached into Tony's mesh shorts and gripped her brother's family jewels.

"Jenny, what are you doing?" Tony panicked.

"Giving you a dose of your own medicine." Jenny replied coldly, her nails digging deep into her brother's big, soft orbs.

"Unghhhhh," Tony groaned, his face twisting in pain as his kid sister crushed his testicles ruthlessly between her fingers. Jarret grinned smugly as he watched his rival's nuts getting manhandled by a smaller and weaker girl. Until recently he had only heard rumors of Tony's ball busting escapades, but having experienced it first hand, he knew that at least some of them must have been true. Jarret chuckled to himself. Too bad for Tony, by the looks of it Jenny was just as much of a nut-busting terror as her brother. He'd planned to pin Tony down and humiliate him just like he'd done to Jarret in their living room, but somehow it seemed more fitting to step aside and give Jenny the honor.

Tony groaned in a hoarse whisper as Jenny jerked yanked on his nutsac, spilling his hefty plums out the leg of his shorts and letting them plop down on the bench. Cradling the delicate orbs in her hand, Jenny saw her brother's eyes widen as she drove her fist down into his bulging sac. Tony screeched in pain and his entire body spasmed as shockwaves ricocheted down his ball cords and hit his brain.

Jenny showed little mercy, pounding his nutsac again and again. Each strike was punctuated by a loud slapping noise as Tony's juicy nuts were smashed again and again against Jenny's palm. Tony moaned louder and louder until he could hear nothing else but the buzzing in his ears.

After several more hits, Jenny's anger finally dissipated and she released Tony's nads. Tony moaned wearily, he was physically exhausted and emotionally spent. After being used as his sister's personal stress-balls, his throbbing nuts were red and bruised.

"Come on Jarret, let's go." Jenny said as she turned and walked out of the room.

Jarret walked over to where Tony could see the grin and cocky expression that covered his face. "Looks like I can't stay; I've got a date with your sister." Jarret said arrogantly as he lifted up his leg and stamped his football cleats down onto Tony's exposed balls.

Tony howled in agony as his nuts were crushed under a hundred sharp spikes. The pain was excruciating, it was so intense it felt like it was piercing his soul. Tony thrashed violently, desperate to break free and then everything slipped into darkness.

- Tony looks a lot like this guy -

- Jenny is based on Dianna Argon who plays Quinn from the show Glee -

Thursday, April 1, 2010

A Visitor Comes to Call

Tony shambled down the stairs to answer the doorbell. It was almost 8:00 in the evening, which meant it was probably just one of the guys from the long list of losers coming to take his sister out. Their parents decision to allow Jenny to date once she entered high school had been a bad one in his opinion. She wasn't ready to enter the high school dating scene, he told himself. Even if he couldn't stop her, he could at least play the role of the protective older brother. It was a duty that he took seriously; often he would pull the guys aside to talk privately before they went off god-knows-where with his baby sis. Most of the time he would just talk to them, having practiced enough, his speech was down to a 30-second shpeel.

He opened the door and was shocked to see Jarret Russo standing on his porch in a button down shirt and jeans. Jarret had come up through high school with Tony, blazing a path on the football field, he had made quarter back in his junior year and had spent the last season dominating the region sectionals. Off the field he had managed to use his star power to help him get anything he wanted from his teachers and the flock of chicks that buzzed around him, hoping to get a feel of his bulging biceps. Jarret had everything going for him, which of course was the primary reason he had become a prick. Tony had had a few scraps with him in the past, but for the most part they had managed to stay out of each other's way.

"What do you want Jarret?" Tony asked coldly.

Jarret grinned smugly. "I'm here for Jenny, I'm taking her out."

"You've got to be kidding." Tony shook his head in disbelief. "What's wrong with your usual sluts?"

"That's cold, dawg." Jarret pushed his way past him. Tony sighed and closed the door.

"You're four years older than her." Tony said leering at his rival. "What do you think you're doing?"

"You know." Jarret nodded his head confidently. "Is she ready?"

Tony fumed. "She's in the shower." He replied as he walked away, into the den.

Jarret followed him, glancing around the room. "Where are the 'rents?"

"Out." Tony said taking a seat on the couch. "So you want to tell me what this is all about?"

Jarret chuckled. "Listen, she approached me, alright?"

"And you said yes?" Tony said deadpan.

"Why not, she's a cute little honey." Jarret grinned wickedly. "There's a lot I can teach her."

"No, you mean there's a lot she can catch from you. I heard about that last girl you dated, the one who got herpes." Tony's face was becoming flush with anger.

Jarret's smile disappeared. "Dude, whatever - she didn't get that from me."

"Really? What, no one wants to date you, so you go out with a freshman?" Tony growled.

"Fuck you." Jarret shot back angrily. "I can have anyone I want at school. It's just a bonus that the girl I'm gonna bone tonight is your sister."

"You piece of shit!" Tony swore.

Jarret laughed. "Don't worry, I'll take her out to a nice meal before that. First I'll give her a big helping of meat," Jarret gestured grabbing the bulge in his crotch, "and I'll top it off with some of my special sauce."

Tony roared and charged into the cocky quarterback, knocking him backwards. The two teenage combatants locked arms. Expletives were hurled and muscles strained as Jarret struggled to break his opponents hold, but Tony quickly proved his prowess as a champion wrestler and slammed Jarret against the wall. Stunned from the impact, Tony quickly followed up and jammed his elbow into Jarret's neck, bearing down on his throat. With the constriction of his airway, Jarret's face began to turn red.

"Get the fuck out of my house." Tony growled, holding his enemy fast to the wall.

"Fuck you," Jarret spat.

Tony's eyes widened with rage and arched his leg back. Jarret saw the look in his opponents eyes and gasped as Tony's knee exploded into his groin. Jarret's lungs seized, pushing out what little air he had left, forcing him to stagger against the wall. Pushing him hard onto his back, Tony launched his knee a second time, swinging through Jarret's beefy thighs and smashing into his junk like a wrecking ball. Jarret groaned and spat, feeling the ache in his balls creep slowly into his gut.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Tony swore as he crunched Jarret's bruised baby-makers across his knee for a third time.

Jarret gurgled, unable to form a coherent word.

"What now, bitch?" Tony roared as his kneecap collided with both of Jarret's juicy nuts again, ramming them deep into his pelvis and making Jarret gasp in pain.

Tony sunk his knee into the star quarterback's groin again and again, grinding away at Jarret's unfortunate balls. Moaning in frustration, Jarret's strength was sapped and his formidable muscles proved useless as Tony rained down blow after blow between his legs. The cumulative affect was devastating to Jarret's pride and stamina. Unable to stand, his knees finally gave out and Jarret toppled into Tony's arms.

Tony struggled to keep upright, managing to prop Jarret back against the wall. He paused when he heard an upstairs door close, but when no one came, he returned his attention to Jarret. The football jock was clearly out of it, his eyes stared forward and unfocused. Tony chuckled to himself and looked down at the prominent bulge in Jarret's jeans. Guys like Jarret had no right dating his kid sister, Tony thought as he shoved his hand into Jarret's pants. Sliding past his semi-hard dick, Tony clenched Jarret's hairy balls and squeezed the spongy orbs in his fist.

Jarret made no response, despite the vicious manhandling Tony was giving to his nuts. With virtually no reaction from Jarret, Tony increased the rhythm and pressure, causing Jarret's loose, rubbery sac to stretch and strain. Tony worked Jarret's big, bouncy balls in silence for several minutes as his thick Italian sausage began to grow.

Almost out of nowhere, Jarret moaned as Tony's pumping and grinding reached a fever pitch, his rock hard dick throbbing with anticipation. Tony pulled down on Jarret's gonads and squeezed as the first drops of cum began to leak out. Then all of a sudden, Jarret's cock shuddered as his body was wracked with orgasm. It was a hell of a thing to watch. Cradling Jarret's testicles in his hand, Tony waited as the football player shot spurt after spurt, filling his jeans with hot sperm. In only a matter of seconds, Jarret's love spuds had been thoroughly drained and an entire batch of his special sticky sauce had been wasted.

Tony pulled his hand out of Jarret's pants and wiped his cum covered fingers onto his rival's shirt. Jarret slumped down to the floor, soiled and disgraced, he clutched his crotch and groaned. Tony smiled at his handy work and left him there to go have a chat with his sister.

- Jarret is inspired by Tom Salvatore -