Page 28 of Theoden
CHAPTER TEN
SURRENDER
Please…please… kill me, I begged. Though my tongue was as dry as a bone, as was my throat, preventing me from being vocal, I knew Ara could hear my thoughts clearly. The pain of the silver-coated chains paled drastically compared to the pain that wracked my entire being. I honestly felt like my soul was in agony as well.
Every thought I had was about blood and sex, sex and blood. I could smell it, taste it, but for days and days and days now, I couldn’t have it. I went through stages of torture. At first, my cock was continuously hard as the blood in my body kept it filled and ready for the sex that never came. Then, as I starved for blood, my body absorbed what was left in me, even draining what was inside my cock until I became limp, but still with the need to fuck.
I cried so much, my tears dried up for I had nothing more to give. My skin felt and looked like leather that had been left out in the sun. I was dehydrated, nauseated, and bordering on insanity as my hunger ravaged me in ways I couldn’t ever have imagined. I wanted to die, I needed to die. I’d rather die than to go on like this.
Every night, Ara fed and fucked in front of me, making sure I was close enough to sense it all, but never could indulge. He had not touched me, yet, and denying me was far more painful than any blow or lash of a whip. I was so starved, I was not aware of the time, day, or even where I was. I just knew I was chained up with silver that burned.
“It is time,” I thought I heard a voice say, but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t recognize the voice.
I felt myself being removed from the cross, and my face fell onto the shoulder of a strong man whose scent I only vaguely recognized. I opened my mouth to try and sink my fangs in his flesh, but he grabbed my hair and pulled my face away.
“No, little brother, you will feed soon enough,” the voice said.
I wanted to feed now. I was laid down on top of a human. I knew it was a human too. The body was hot compared to mine and the blood…. Ooohhh, the blood. I could smell it just beneath the skin. I was so weak, I didn’t have the strength to bite down. I heard laughter from whomever was standing around me as I gnawed pathetically at the skin of my victim.
“Slice the flesh,” I heard a commanding voice say.
To my delight, a second later, I tasted blood. A dry whine escaped my throat as the blood began to fill my mouth. It took everything I had left in me to swallow, but once I did, I couldn’t stop. With each delicious swallow of the blood, I began to grow stronger and I latched my mouth to the wound and sank my fangs.
The body beneath me seemed to come to life as he began to struggle, but I had him and I wasn’t going to let go. I needed his blood, his beautiful, ruby-red blood, and I wanted all of it. I cried when nothing else came from him, but then I was given another human to feed on, so I did. I drank greedily, savoring every drop and loving how it filled me, made me hard and strong.
By the fourth human, I wanted to sate my other hunger. The one that was growing more powerful within me now that my thirst for blood was being quenched. I reached down, taking hold of my cock, but a hand stopped me.
“You will not fuck this human, little brother,” the voice said, and the pressure he put on my cock made me release it. My fangs were still embedded in the neck of the human I was feeding on, so I continued to drink until he was dead because feeding was more important than finding out whose hand was gripping mine.
By the sixth human male, I was sated. I pulled back, my mouth bloody from my ferocious feeding. I sat on my heels, reeling in a most delightful haze that left me floating in euphoria. My cock was hard as marble, harder maybe, and I needed to unleash my pent-up passions and feed sexually. Finally, I was pulled forward, still floating on the lingering ecstasy of the blood that revitalized me.
“Ooooh, Father, this oneisbeautiful. So happy you found him. May I fuck him?” the voice asked. This time, I was recognizing an accent, an Italian one, but not Nolan’s.
“After I have sated his hunger, he will be all yours to do with as you wish. For now, he needs his Father’s cock,” Ara said. I now was able to distinguish his voice from all of the others. The timbre in his tone sent chills down my spine. He was the one who had put me through this torture. The man who ripped my jaw from my face and starved me for so many days, I lost count. The man whose voice stilled my heart and shook me with fear to my core. I had made the grave mistake of challenging him, refusing his gift, and he had punished me dearly.
I rolled over, it felt like every nerve in my body was tingling with renewed life. My cock was so hard, it was painful. I was very aroused to the point that I still couldn’t think properly. I tried to reach for my cock with my other hand, but that attempt was also thwart by the mysterious vampire who was holding my other hand. He pinned my hands down on the rug and in my desperation, I began rubbing against him, hoping to get relief.
“Look at that bastard, a bitch in heat for cock. His cunt must be aching for it,” I heard the voice say, and I couldn’t argue. I wanted to be taken in every way. My skin burned where he touched my wrists while pinning my hands to the rug. And with every brush of my flesh against his, I felt myself mounting in pleasure.
“Release him and back away,” I heard Ara say.
“Yes Father,” the man said, then he released me.
I could sense Ara, he was close to me. I was blinded by lust, my vision blurry, but I saw what looked like his figure standing before me. I lunged for him, grabbing his tunic and ripping it from his body. I could hear the fabric tearing as I violently ripped it in my struggle to get to his cock.
I could hear Ara laughing as he allowed me to strip him naked. He could have stopped me instantly, but he didn’t. He knew what I needed and once he was naked, the scent of his cock wafted up to my nostrils and I moaned in desperate hunger. I opened my mouth, taking his flesh inside. Immediately, I felt satisfaction, but it was only a taste of it. I needed to feel complete release.
“Give him a proper mouth fucking, Father,” I think I heard Nolan say, but I couldn’t focus on the other men in the room right then. Only Ara and his fantastic rigid flesh I slobbered on held any importance.
“I always give my sons what they need and desire,” Ara said as he cradled the back of my head, guiding me further down his shaft until the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat. I gagged, but he refused to let me pull back. He forced my head down until his cock pushed its way down my throat. “Take it all, Théoden!”
I was so enraptured by what was happening, I simply clung to him as my body fed off of sexual and physical contact. It was at that point when I stopped struggling. He allowed me to pull back only to push himself back down my throat. I could taste a mixture of blood from my victims and his other fluid as I suckled his flesh. He moaned as I pleasured him and the sounds of his ecstasy sent me into a frenzy.
Giving him pleasure gave me the same, and I felt an orgasm building within me. It shot forth from me with an intensity that racked my body. I screamed and quaked as my cock erupted all over the rug and my Father’s feet.
“Very good, Théoden. Indulge in the pleasure of your feeding, my son. You will be well fucked tonight,” Ara said as he stroked my hair.
My orgasm was so powerful, I blacked out afterward and when I opened my eyes, Ara was rocking back and forth on top of me. I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious, could have been for only a few seconds, but he was inside of me and it was glorious.
