208 The F*cked Up Bartender
[Nicholas’s P.O.V.]
I looked around the place as music, alcohol, and bodies covered every corner. Some men were walking around in their underwear while a drag queen stood on stage.
Just as I looked away, I noticed a young boy behind the bar. His hair was jet black and his thick eyebrows were slightly raised in rebellion. His eyelashes were long and slightly curly while his eyes were jet black. He was very cute because he looked like a low-quality version of Frankie.
I approached the bar and sat in front of him.
“Hey, handsome, what do you want?” asked he to me.
“First, your name,” said I. He tapped his finger on his chest and I saw a name tag. “Haruki? Cute name.”
“You’re the first person who doesn’t find my name strange because I’m American-Japanese.” He smiled.
“Of course it’s not strange. It’s very special, and so are you.”
“If this is your way of seducing me, I think you’re about to succeed.” He looked at me and smiled. Although his words were very sophisticated, I could tell at a glance that he was a simple human who was trying to blend into this bar. He might have just started working here not long ago. He dressed like a student compared to the others. This was good. I liked my supper clean.
“Handsome, do you want to order a drink? I still have many customers ordering wine.”
“I’ll order the most expensive one here. In fact, I want two glasses of it.” He was a little surprised, but he immediately walked to a shelf. I saw him take out a bottle of Louis XIII cognac before pouring a double in front of me.
“That’s one hundred and thirty dollars per serving. Since you ordered a double, that’s two hundred and sixty dollars,” said he to me, and I handed him three hundred dollars.
“Keep the change.” He smiled and thanked me. Then, he went to pour alcohol for the others.
This human boy had successfully attracted my attention. Not only had I found my next meal, but I also believed that I had found my angel for the night.
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“Vincent... I want to hear it again. Why... Why did you wait for me at the bar?”
I was in a suite at a five-star hotel with my little prey, rubbing my hard penis against his flesh. He had just given me a blow job, and I had to say his technique was rather rusty so he didn’t satisfy me. Oh, and I told him my name was Vincent, a businessman from Europe.
“Because I’m attracted to you, Sweetheart.”
He was under me. I had already given him a bath and cleaned his genitals. Once my lubed fingers were out of his hole, I thrust my already-erect meat stick into his body with a backslide and Frankie’s face appeared in my mind.
“Ah! Ah!” He screamed in pain, twisting his body in an attempt to break free. He just looked like a poor little chicken, unable to escape from my clutches.
“Don’t resist,” I whispered into his ear, breathing heavily. His anus was like a newborn’s – it was f*cking tight. My penis rammed against his prostate through his rectum. His internal organs and anus began to contract and tremble, like a winter chill. His screams went from suppressed pain to satisfaction to excitement.
“God! Ah! Vincent! Ah! Oh my God! Ah!” The smell of satisfaction from his body assaulted me and I ravished him crazily until I poured all my seeds into his body.
After we both took a breather, I let him go to the bathroom to clean his lower body again. When he came out, his tender penis was erect.
“Vincent, can you give me that again?” Heh, although he was still a university student, he was already quite a greedy person. I must have opened the door to his new world.
He leaned over to my side shyly but I didn’t like others to take the initiative to touch my body, so I immediately flipped him under me and violently penetrated him again. He writhed under me like a female dog in heat.
“Are you sure you want more?” asked I in a hoarse voice.
“Yes! Yes! I want more!”
I knew that a prostate orgasm was much more pleasurable than a penis ejaculation orgasm. I didn’t know how I knew, but I just did, alright? A penis ejaculation orgasm would give a person the feeling of complete satisfaction but they would also be very tired. A prostate orgasm wouldn’t give one the satisfaction but would leave one desiring for another orgasm.
The boy was still groaning loudly under me. I knew I had given him the best sex he had ever had in his life. But I didn’t have too much time to waste on him.
As he hung around my neck, groaned, and whimpered, I pushed his head to one side and bit into his veins. I put my hand over his mouth as he screamed in pain from losing blood.
I wondered if I could turn him into a vampire or if he’d become part of my collection. But I quickly gave up on that idea. He was a bit of a looker, but not everyone deserved to be called a vampire, let alone a mere bartender.
Most of all, if I changed him, it would cause me some trouble and gossip. I didn’t want Frankie to hear about it, and I didn’t want him to know that I’d taken the time to f*ck other human men in a hotel bed while I was looking for his Werewolf of Chaos.
The hybrid was now a puppet with broken strings. Once I was done enjoying the fresh, sweet taste of his blood, I tidied myself up and headed back to my safe house.
He wouldn’t die, but I had injected him with enough vampire venom to paralyze him for the night. By the time the sun came up, his memory of the night was gone. All that would be left on his neck were two inconspicuous red dots.
Vampires were always elegant, unlike werewolves who tore each other apart, and that difference had always been a source of comfort to me.
I was going to take a nap because I had more important things to do tomorrow night.
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