[C][M] Good to see you again, dear boy

Gerhard made his way up the steps to Den's apartment, taking things slow.  It had been quite some time since he had seen the only human he had ever fucked and let live.  

He didn't miss the boy.  

But he did miss the boy's screams.  

It wasn't quite the same thing.  But it was something, at least.

He knocked on the door, pretending that he was a polite and civil human.  

He clasped his hands behind his back.  He never dressed like normal humans did.  His fashion sense was much more high end, and sometimes borderlined on steampunk.    

Not that Ger even knew what that fad was.  He just did his own thing.  An on this day, his own thing was a black and white collared dress shirt beneath a charcoal wool herringbone button front waistcoat with four welt pockets.  Black trousers and his calf high boots that had black leather straps & silver buckles detailed along the sides completed the look.

His blond hair was combed neatly as it always was, and his blue eyes had their usual predatory gaze as he stared upon the door.  

He could smell the human from out in the hallway, and he couldn't hardly wait to feed.

Den had been slumped on his couch, playing videogames to pass the time, with a tub of icecream sat between his thighs. The chill of the tub had seeped through his boxers (the only clothes he was wearing) and chilled his genitals deliciously as he ate and slouched around.

He blinked as he heard the knock on his door, reaching up to adjust his glasses as he set aside his controller.

"Give us a sec!" he called as he stood. He gave a little grunt as he took his first couple of steps. He walked now with a small, hardly noticeable, limp. The dagger he had gotten to his thigh, while healed had left a little damage that made walking just a little difficult.

In the time that had passed little had changed about his appearance. His stomach had healed, scarred over. Some areas of the scarification were fainter than others, but it was still a clear image. The one major change in his appearance was the fact that he no longer had green in his hair. The green had been bleached out, leaving portions of his hair a yellow-tinted white.

The man licked his lower lip, running his tongue over his numerous piercings as he unlocked the front door and pulled it open.

Behind his glasses, his blue eyes widened. His lips parted and quivered, speech dying on his tongue.

Words were not necessary.
Silent as he was swift, Gerhard moved in. His hand covered Den's mouth and he pushed the human up against a wall.
The door swung shut behind them.
"You look even better than I remember you" He hissed, the excitement, the hunger in his tone obvious.
Gerhard didn't remember Den's name. It wasn't really important.
But he remembered that body. And those eyes.
And the blood.
The vampire tilted his head to the side and began to lick up Den's neck, his hand scratching along the human's stomach, leaving a blood trail.

Den gave a shaky breath as his back hit the wall. His eyes slid shut and he exhaled shakily against the Vampire's hand.

He felt a sharp throb of arousal run through him.

There wasn't even the thought of a fight in Den's mind as he allowed his body to be moved. His lips curled upwards slightly as Ger's cool tongue tasted his skin.

His stomach clenched and he gave a little whimper as nails bit into his skin.

Gerhard laughed softly, his breath hitting Den's exposed neck.
"It's good to see you again, dear boy." He hummed, placing a kiss on Den's cheek. He then stood back and looked the human over.
"Take me to your washroom." He said with an authoritative tone.

A shiver chased down Den's spine when Gerhard laughed.

His eyes flickered open and he bit his lip as he gazed up at the man.

"Yes, Sir," he murmured softly.

It was a very short walk to the bathroom, and there wasn't much of a bathroom to show off. It was just big enough for a sink, toilet and shower cubicle. Small and pretty much empty just like the rest of his apartment.

Gerhard forcefully tugged Den's boxers down and then pushed him into the shower.  

He turned the water on cold and gazed down at the human.

"Clean yourself.  I want you looking and smelling your very best."  He ordered.  He then left the bathroom and waited patiently for the boy to finish.

If he hadn't just had his junk pressed against a very tasty block of ice the cold water may have been a shock to him. As it were, the water was actually warmer than the ice-cream, so he adjusted quickly.

His shower was quick, too. As much as he enjoyed temperature play, cold showers were never fun. Especially with how turned on he was right now.

He emerged from the cold spray five minutes later, holding his plug, which he'd been wearing most of the day, in his hand.

He reached out for the towel he had folded over the edge of the sink.

Ger had heard the water stop running and so he re-entered the bathroom.  
He came up behind Den and reached around, grabbing the human's cock and pumping roughly.  
With his other hand he pulled Den's wet hair to better expose his neck.  
He sunk his fangs into the boy's vein, but didn't suck.  He had more control than that.  
He was simply tasting right now.  
Feeding would come later.

His fingertips had just brushed the rough material of the towel when he felt the hand around his member. He gave a loud, surprised moan as he gripped the edge of the sink tightly.

His head lolled to the side at Ger's bidding and he bit his lip in anticipation.

The anticipation didn't last long.

Den gave a deep, pelased noise in the back of his throat as fangs sank into his neck.

Once Den was nice and hard, Ger let go and stood back.  He fastened a collar around the human's neck, equipped with a gold chain leash.  

He gave it a tug.  

"You belong to me now.  Come." He said, and he lead Den right to his own front door and opened it.  

"Touch yourself if you must, but if you get flaccid I'll cut it off."  He warned in a cold voice.  

He didn't seem to be joking.

His smile returned when he felt the collar around his neck. It had been so long since he had worn a collar. The weight of it felt good.

Den followed behind Ger as he tugged at the leash, chewing on his lip eagerly.

The man's words and the weight of the situation gave him pause, though. "I be- wait, what?" He blinked up at Ger, not sure what exactly was going on.

Ger didn't answer the poor human.  He only gave a harsh tug on the leash.  
"I don't repeat myself.  Learn to listen or suffer." He said in a simple tone.

His eyes fluttered as his leash was tugged and he bit his lip sharply.

"But...what about this? My apartment and everything?"

His brother had had nothing but good things to say about belonging to a Vampire. He was, of course, excited to go; to belong to a Vampire. To belong to this Vampire. But what would happen with the few little possessions he had?

Gerhard turned around and, with claws bared, gashed at Den's pretty face.  
The cut went deep, bright red streams of blood pouring from it.  
"You ask too many questions." He hissed, and gave the leash another tug.

Den gave a cry as his face was cut, reaching up to cover the bleeding cuts.

He held his hand out in front of him, looking at the blood staining his skin for a moment before he bought it to his mouth, licking at the liquid.

His eyes dropped to the floor as he stepped forwards.

"Will you leave behind all my toys?"

Again Gerhard turned around and slashed at the already open wound.  
He didn't say anything this time.  He just continued to pull Den on his leash.

Den hissed in pain as he was cut again.

He bit his lip again, keeping his eyes on the ground as he followed behind the man silently.

His focus was entirely on licking the blood from his hand.

"Remember to stay hard if you want to keep it." Ger warned, feeling just a little bit of mercy for the pathetic human.  
He had purposely parked his car far away so that Den would have to walk outside in the streets naked as the day he was born and his pecker standing up straight.

Den didn't think he would have any trouble staying hard.

The humiliation of being led around naked by a fully clothed man holding his leash was more than enough to do the job for him.

His cheeks burned as whispers flitted in his ears.

Those whispers turned to shouts quite quickly.

Slut. Whore. Insults were thrown at the two of them.

Den didn't need to touch himself to keep himself hard.

A very pleased expression came to Gerhard's face.  
"Chiamo la polizia voi pervertiti!" A woman shouted.  
Gerhard was hoping someone would.  
He led Den down several blocks before getting to a dark luxury vehicle.  
Den got to ride in the trunk, where Ger had set out a few different towels to keep blood from getting on the interior.  
"When I open this trunk, I want you to still be hard.  If you cum, I will rip off your testicles." He said sweetly, and then slammed the trunk shut.  
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"I'm calling the police, you perverts!"

Den looked up at Ger with flushed cheeks as ge was pushed into the boot.

He had to be hard but he wasn't allowed to come.

That was torture. How long was the drive going to last? How long would he have to tease himself?

It was about forty-one minutes from Catania to Melilli.  But Ger decided to take a more scenic route.  

He wanted Den to be tormented, after all.  Just the thought of the boy back there, with no clue as to when Ger would stop and open the trunk, delighted the vampire.  

Suddenly, red and blue lights flashed in Gerhard's mirrors.  Sirens blared into the otherwise silent night.  

Perfect.  

Gerhard pulled over and rolled his window down, offering a charming smile as a cop approached his window.  

It was a woman.  

Well bother.  That was less fun.  

"We got some calls about a public disturbance." She said with a thick Italian accent, pointing her flashlight into the backseat.  She was looking for the naked person that people had called in about.  

Gerhard unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, stepping out of the car with a coy smile on his face.  

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to put your hands where I can see them."  She said, a feeling in her gut making her uneasy.  

Den would have been able to hear a faint scream.  

A cracking sound.  

The trunk opened.  

Gerhard looked in to see if Den was obeying orders.

The unknown was definitely playing with Den's mind.

He laid in the dark, listening to the sounds around him, stroking himself slowly. Occasionally he'd give his head or his balls a sharp pinch which caused his body to jerk.

The sound of the sirens made him pause and listen intently.

He flinched when he heard the scream.

When the boot opened, he squinted against the light.

"Hmm.  Good boy." Gerhard nodded at seeing that Den was following orders.  

He then hoisted the police officers lifeless body up into view. 

Her eyes were bulging, and her mouth was open wide.  Her expression was warped into an eternal silent scream.  

Blood and saliva ran down the corners of her mouth.  

Her head was at a sickly angle, bone fragments protruding out from the torn skin.  

Her head had nearly been twisted right off.  

Gerhard placed her boy next to Den's.  

"Stay hard." He ordered with a sick smile before closing the trunk again.