We're all creatures of lust. It doesn't matter if you crave chocolate, sex, or blood. The longing and the struggle to deny ourselves the things in life that makes us happy overcomes the best in us sometimes. We all feel it. Trevor felt it, but he never denied himself. If he wanted something, he went for it. He fed into his lust for chocolate just as easily as he gave into his lust for sex, and there wasn't a night that went by that Trevor denied himself in his lust for blood. Tonight was going to be one of those nights.
A little passed midnight, the ever mesmerizing Trevor has found himself among the club scene of the city, an almost-small town in the heart of New Mexico. Stories of demons and monster have long been a part of this regions mystique. Stories of "el chupacabra", the man-eating beast whose silly name couldn't scare anyone when translated into English. El chupacabra, the goat sucker, and its accompanying myth frightened and delighted both the tourists and the locals. Trevor wasn't interested in stories though. Tonight he was looking for a different kind of sucker at the local gay club to satisfy his own lust.
He found one in the form of Eric. A buff 21-year-old military boy who frequented the clubs when he couldn't find a discrete fuck on base. After their eyes met for a moment, he approached the smaller framed Trevor, who had just walked into the Icarus. That was Eric's first mistake.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Eric asked with the cocky confidence that his looks alone could score him a night with this beautiful dark featured stranger.
"I don't drink." Trevor replied dryly.
"Well, do you want to dance?" Eric proposed unaffected by Trevor's refusal.
"Not really." Trevor wasn't interested in dancing tonight. He had his own agenda.
"Well how can I get your attention here?" By now Eric's confident full smile had faded into a smirk of slight insecurity.
"Blow me." Trevor commanded as he looked into Eric's deep hazel eyes, which contrasted with Trevor's supernaturally black pair.
"Here?" Eric was now mesmerized by Trevor's demanding nature.
"Follow me."
Eric follows Trevor through the back door of the Icarus cementing Eric's second mistake of the evening. After walking passed a bronze statue of the young Greek man with gossamer wings, Eric finds himself in a dark alley, where Trevor has leaned himself against a wall. Trevor unzips his own pants beckoning Eric to come closer. Eric moves in for a kiss, but Trevor pushes his head down. Eric's knees fall to the ground following Trevor's physical command.
"You're stronger than you look." Eric's bright smile has now returned exposing his renewed self confidence.
Trevor remains silent as Eric follows through with his orders. Eric pulls out Trevor's hard cock and looks it over with delight. It's thick, but more prominent are the bite marks around both the head and the base of the shaft.
"Man, you must be into some kinky shit."
Eric's comments are met with silence. Trevor isn't the talking kind. Instead, he's the killing kind. Still, our young stranger proceeds to envelop his mouth around Trevor's hard, twice bitten cock. Eric's a decent dick sucker. He's not the best Trevor's ever had by any means, but at least he's not a biter. Mid suck, Trevor takes the back of Eric's head into his hands and proceeds to face fuck Eric by pumping his thick tool into this new stranger's open mouth. Upon building momentum, Trevor approaches release and cums in the back of Eric's throat.
"Swallow it." Trevor commands his prey.
Eric is use to taking orders and feels compelled to do so by the dark and brooding Trevor. He knows he can handle himself in a fight, so he never feels truly threatened by any of Trevor's dark nature. More importantly, its what Eric does not know about Trevor that has him falsely feeling secure around the man-beast. After swallowing Trevor's load, Eric takes a deep swig of the beer he carried out with him into the ally.
"I love it, but I hate the after taste." Eric sighs. He then looks directly into Trevor's eyes as if he, himself, was the blood thirsty monster in the alley and not Trevor. "Do me next?"
Trevor nods.
Eric prepares himself for a blow job. Instead he's surprised when he is suddenly turned around by Trevor who is still hard. Eric's face is pressed flat against the brick wall of the alley. Manhandled, Eric has flash backs to the first time he...
"Fuck!" Eric lets out a yell as Trevor enters his ass. It hurts because Trevor pushes his hard cock fully into Eric's asshole without lube or spit to ease it in. Trevor is turned on by Eric's yell, so he pulls all the way out only to reenter harder and deeper than before. This is foreplay to the demon inside of Trevor.
Because of the violent form of ass-torture inflicted by Trevor's thick cock, Eric's asshole never relaxes and stays tight throughout their fuck session. Each thrust of Trevor's member into Eric's rectum is designed to make Eric feel more and more pain as his face is pressed deeper into the wall of the club. In return for Eric's pain, Trevor feels more and more pleasure. Still, Eric is unable to resist the beast's commands.
The side of Eric's face is now bleeding and outlined with an imprint from the brick wall. Trevor senses the blood, and his lust becomes insatiable. He's now ready to release, so he reaches around to Eric's hard dripping cock. He holds it into place. Now each pump and pull of Trevor's hip pounds Eric's dick in and out of Trevor's tight grip. Eric can't take the combination of such intense pleasure now felt through both his manhole and his own tool and the pain of Trevor's violent thrusts. Eric cums in Trevor's hand. Trevor pulls out of Eric's ass, and Eric falls to his knees. Trevor uses Eric's semen as lube for his own dick and jacks off onto Eric's bloodied face.
It was unclear if Eric was under the spell of the monstrous Trevor or if he genuinely enjoyed such a violent fuck. When he pulled himself off the ground, Eric turned to Trevor and said, "That was the best fuck I've ever had."
"Go away." Trevor replied.
Eric, who now looked like he had been hit by a train, was stunned by the incident. Disoriented, he stumbled off into the street where he found his car. The men he passed by who were leaving the club assumed that he was drunk and fell somewhere when they saw the gash on his forehead. They watched as he climbed in. He passed out before he had a chance to turn it on. No one realized that death had mercy on him tonight. Not even Eric realized how close he came to it. He was free to live another day.
The next guy to cross Trevor's path wasn't so lucky.
Trevor reentered the club from the back door. It was close to four in the morning, and almost everyone had gone for the night. He was still hungry, but he wasn't about to feed on any of the last call left overs from an otherwise busy night at Icarus. It was time to leave.
Outside of the club, three men congregated on the other side of the street. Trevor noticed them as he walked out and headed for his apartment. A few blocks later, he heard footsteps behind him. The men had stalked him and waited for a chance to attack without any witnesses to call for help.
"Fucking faggot!" One of the men called out in pursuit of Trevor. Instead of running though, he stopped to turn toward the men.
"You think you're going to fight all three of us?" A stocky blond man shouted in response to Trevor's lack of fear.
"No, I'm going to kill all three of you." Trevor's demon face revealed itself as the words poured out of his mouth.
With a leopard's grace, Trevor lunged for the dark haired man in the middle who was wielding a baseball bat until Trevor bit into him and started feeding. This was the guy that called him a faggot. The other two ran abandoning their former friend for the man-eating monster to murder. They would have done the same to Trevor if he was just a faggot like they thought, but Trevor was different. Trevor was special. Trevor was a blood thirsty cock-sucking, son-of-a-bitch, motherfucker, yes, but Trevor was no one's faggot.