by Drue M Scott
Jacob could tell Dannison’s curiosity was equal to the lustful desire he had to devour the experience. He also knew that the flirtatious energy he filtered into his handsome prey had most likely altered how the other man may have traditionally responded. Over time, Jacob had mastered the skill of transferring pieces of his stored-up energy to sway those around him. It was a dance; he would draw them in before influencing their will with his own. They welcomed it most times. In beat with the throbbing music, Jacob felt his heart match the electronic song vibrating everything in the club. Clearly, it was doing something similar for Dannison as the intent, with which he stared, was unshakeable. They were both caught up in a moment that transformed the noise around them into pulses of light set to a metronome within their chests.
“Uh,” Dannison tried to speak, but the words refused to form on his lips. He leaned in. “Yes.” Pausing to think what he said didn’t match the question posed he leaned in further. “I mean no.”
“Ok,” Jacob whispered finishing the distance between them. Placing his lips to Dannison’s and hesitating, he held them both in suspended beauty. The energy he could feel radiating off Dannison was intoxicating; the moment oozed sexual enticement. Passionately pushing his tongue into Dannison’s mouth as their lips parted felt like fire would erupt within him at any moment. His own energy, far more powerful, threatened to spill from him unbridled.
Gina, noticing her husband’s lip-lock with another man, began to—quite wobbly—make her way to where the two men sat. More people had filtered their way into the club and served as obstacles slowing her approach. She wasn’t mad, just somewhat jealous.
“Danni,” she exclaimed as Jacob and Dannison’s kiss slowly ended. Her voice barely made it over the yammering of people and blasting electronic music.
The club wasn’t packed, but at least thirty-five more souls had entered since Jacob had made his first assessment. He almost felt like he should chastise himself for allowing lust to detract his vigilance for knowing and assessing the environment. His back was to the door, after all, and that was the only real exit he was aware of. The slip in diligence was something he knew Devin would be rather disappointed in him for. It was a life skill he had to be well-studied in. On more than one occasion, his teacher pointed out the value of keeping a keen eye on everything around him. With the number of souls he had fractured and consumed before they could return to Idir, Jacob’s power, amassed at the behest of Devin, could be seen by some entities as a beacon; it would call undue attention. It was the kind of attention Jacob would much rather not be drawing to himself. It was definitely the type of attention Devin would be angered by.
Further losing track of his surroundings, Jacob faded off into thought. He didn’t normally allow his mind to wander so freely, mostly out of thankful respect to his savior. At this moment, he almost felt he had no control of it. He knew that, though he took great pleasure in absorbing fractured souls, it was all part of a plan. A plan that Devin assured him would satisfy his aching soul’s empty longing. The swirling chaos of energy within him did in fact quell the unbearable ache he previously suffered; plus, there was little else that could compare to it. It was better than any high he had ever gotten from drugs. A fevered rush of heightened sensory perception coupled with coursing energy pulsing in time with his heart; consuming broken souls was orgasmic, without the sticky clean-up afterwards. The sex and violence as a pre-show to the main event of murder and absorption was a game he enjoyed, as well. It amplified the experience that much more. The darkest, dirtiest, and most reprehensible deeds that his depraved mind could conjure, he now had the power to enact. It was love, the closest thing he had ever known to it, at least. Some part of him knew that Devin was taking advantage of him, but so had everyone else in his life since the age of six. What difference did it make now? Absorbing life-forces reaped the benefits of extended life and exquisite highs, so why not play along? Jacob just figured it was a symbiotic relationship; Devin could use him for whatever plan he had, and he could use what he learned from Devin to satisfy the lascivious desires that plagued him.
Gina stepped in fitting uncomfortably between Dannison and Jacob. First, she looked at her husband with wide-eyed surprise but spoke no words. Twisting on her expensive, red-bottom heels she faced Jacob with less shock and more curiosity. “My husband is not gay!” She exclaimed as though the proclamation somehow made her words become reality. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“He didn’t push me away, Gina.” Jacob expressed delicately. It was not in his nature to speak so calmly in situations like this, but he enjoyed the taste of Dannison and was eager to explore other flavors the man might offer. “I was merely enjoying his good looks and…”
“And so you decided to shove your tongue down his throat?” Her faux anger was amusing to Jacob.
“I am sure you are aware of it, but your husband kisses very well.” Smiling Jacob leaned in towards Gina. He didn’t have to move far as she was already closer than the social norm. “I wonder,” he raised a single eyebrow as the luminescent energy within him flashed blue briefly across his right eye, again. “Do you kiss with such skill?” Without hesitation, Jacob went straight for an open mouth kiss; Gina responded in kind.
The club souls had steadily increased in numbers while the three interchangeably groped one another. Mouth to mouths and hands to areas better left covered in public, they managed to attract more attention than the blaring music. Jacob knew he had scored not one but two thirsty beings this night, and their lust would certainly satiate his own thirst, at least temporarily. Skillfully, if not somewhat supernaturally, Jacob guided the entangled mash of bodies to the doors. He couldn’t help but notice the shock of disbelief on faces of the two gay guys still sitting at the table nearest the exit. They were clearly in awe, and either jealous or disgusted, which of the two emotions, however, was not readily apparent. Moving past the bouncer and the small line that had formed outside, Dannison pointed out the alleyway across the street cattycorner to them. Guiding them with enough coyness as to give each the sense they were in control, Jacob slid his hand into Dannison’s pocket. Being sure to brush against the other man’s hardening penis, Jacob continued to kiss Gina.
Stumbling awkwardly, but with enough grace to make sure they successfully made it into the darkened alleyway, Jacob exerted just enough force to pin Gina to the red brick wall. The stench of garbage wafted in the air, but Jacob knew soon enough it would be masked by the scent of the blood he would spill. Pulling Dannison in behind him, Jacob skillfully set himself as the meat in a married couple sandwich. Stripping the other man’s pants down enough to reveal his thick aroused cock, Jacob began to stroke while maintaining his passionate kissing to Gina’s face and neck. Dannison, with much less skill than the man who now pleasured him, tore at Jacob’s jeans. With effort, he finally bared Jacob’s backside and speedily set his penis to it.
“Not so fast.” Jacob, quickly twisting the situation, put both Gina and Dannison against the old brick wall. Cleverly set behind an old, large dumpster that was over-filled, their deeds were hidden enough to instill ease but exposed enough to incite heightened arousal. “Let’s try this first.” He whispered pushing lightly on the other man’s head in a clear gesture to what he lusted for.
Dannison acquiesced with ease sliding to his knees and accepting Jacob’s dick into his mouth without hesitation. Taking the fullness of Jacob in as he planted his nose into the manicured pubic hair of his lust-filled partner, Dannison let out a loud, pleasurable grown from his throat.
Not gay? Jacob questioned Gina’s earlier statement as the pleasure Dannison gave him was both skilled and mutually enjoyed. Mine is definitely not the first dick in this man’s mouth. Ripping Gina’s blouse off and freeing her breasts from the white lacey bra, which deceptively concealed their larger size, he squirmed his jeans to his ankles. Unintentionally backing away from the man’s face planted in his crotch, Jacob began to kiss his way down Gina’s breasts. All three were caug
ht up in the heat of the moment.
The poorly lit backstreet further obscured their deeds beyond what the rusted, green dumpster provided, and Jacob knew it would come in handy soon enough. Despite enjoying the immense pleasure the married couple were providing, he kept a keen awareness as to when he would be able to strike. After I cum? Questioning his own timing and desire not to stop what was happening, he situated his hands confidently to the wall behind Gina and planted his feet firmly to the dank, broken concrete and brick alley. With his eager dick lined up perfectly again with Dannison’s wet and welcoming mouth, Jacob thrust his hips forward. Both Gina and her husband moaned in exquisite pleasure. Gina’s sweat mixed perfectly with her perfume and tasted of flowers and salt. Dannison’s hungry mouth, warm and inviting, began to work overtime in extracting the juice that was building up. Fuck! I’m close. With a full body shiver and an intense flexing of his abdomen and hips, Jacob felt the first of several ecstasy spasms. His legs shook, and muscles weakened with each gush. Neglecting to inform the giver of such pleasure, he let the moment fully climax without warning; Dannison swallowed without protest.
With the orgasm behind him, Jacob turned to more sinister desires. Lifting Dannison to stand side by side with his wife, he transitioned his kisses from her breasts to the other man’s lips. Quickly strengthening his grip on Gina’s arm he kept her in place. With open mouth lust, the two men kissed as Jacob slid the fingers of his left hand to Gina’s mouth. Caressing her neck along the way, he kept his true intentions cleverly concealed. Slowly moving both himself and the eager woman downward, Jacob caressed delicate skin with his lips. From neck to navel to the beautiful patch of well-maintained pubic hair, he let his tongue explore. Unable to delay it any longer Jacob parted his lips wide and accepted Dannison’s lusting penis into his mouth. He tastes of vanilla and saline. The momentary thought crossed his mind as he brought Gina in to him much nearer. Keeping his right hand firmly placed on Dannison’s chest, his left hand delicately tickling Gina’s throat, and his mouth full, Jacob began pulling at the other man’s life-force. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take it all, without killing the man first, he hadn’t mastered that skill, yet, but weakening his victim was always top of his list before enacting his murderous plans. One of the first things Devin had taught him: when a person is unguarded and distracted, you can leech off some of their energy quite easily. The task of consuming it completely, especially if they were guarded, was much more difficult. The married couple was well and truly distracted, and Jacob knew they’d give up their essence quite easily. Turning his eyes upward to see Dannison’s head leaned back in unbridled pleasure, Jacob swiftly latched down hard upon Gina’s throat, crushing her larynx. The rapidity, with which he exacted her demise, caused barely a groan that could have easily been out of pleasure.
Speeding up his movements on his second victim’s penis, Jacob used his tongue to expedite the coming climax. At the first moment Dannison’s muscles began to twitch, Jacob let the other man’s dick fall from his mouth and raised himself to stare at him eye to eye. Grinding Gina’s back along the wall he lifted her to Dannison’s side; the three were in tight proximity. With supernatural speed, Jacob snapped Gina’s neck reveling in the sound the bones made as they broke. Dannison’s face instantly went pale in horror.
“Don’t fight. Your fate is sealed.” Jacob laughed realizing the other man’s sexual fluids had just completed splashing across his softening privates. Looking down to them, he laughed. “At least you get to die having had the best blowjob ever.” Rapidly placing his face directly into Dannison’s he snickered. “You tasted good.”
Unable to scream, Dannison fought back with what little strength he had, but Jacob had stolen enough energy that Dannison could barely keep his knees from falling out beneath him.
“This might not be as fun as the first part…for you.” Tearing out Dannison’s throat, Jacob laid his head back allowing the spray of blood to coat his face, throat, and chest. Both of his victims’ fractured souls began to vacate their shells as Jacob hardened again.
“Jacob!” A booming voice rattled the dampened brick walls surrounding him. It was masculine and deep but held within it a warbled feminine undertone that was somehow fascinating, and yet, frightening at the same time. It was clearly two different voices resonating from one entity. “There is a time and a place for playing.” The voice drew closer, but no other figure was visible. “This would NOT be the time for playing.”
“But… this has been fun.” Jacob released his prey and let them fall limp to the blood soaked alleyway. “Are we really in that much of a rush?”
“Questions you ask, answers you seek, but owe you I do not, for you are yet weak.” Vibrating into existence beside Jacob, Devin smiled his shark-tooth grin.
“He tasted wonderful, but I need to shower.” Running his right hand around his blood soaked chest and his left on his aroused dick, Jacob smiled. “Are you going to clean all this up?” He half gestured to the corpses and blood-soaked brick wall stepping away as if to leave.
“I am not your fucking maid, but made you fucking are.” Devin’s aggravation was apparent, but Jacob didn’t notice. “Remember, I taught you these things for a purpose, not so you could suck off boys and drink blood.” With the last of his words still echoing in the tight alley, Devin shimmered out of visible existence and reappeared in front of Jacob who was continuing to move away from the mess he had made. “Do not test my patience any further.” Grabbing his student by the cock he clenched his fist tightly. Surprise and discomfort distorted Jacob’s face, but he refused to let out even the smallest of whimpers. Grimacing at the feel of the other man’s fluids and blood mixed together dripping off of Jacob’s privates, Devin snarled. “If it will help you focus I could always tear this fucking thing from your body.” His words and serious intent changed his apprentice’s composure immediately.
Jacob bowed his head in resentful submission. “Sorry.” Leaning in, he kissed his creator smearing blood on his face. “I will be less public and quicker in the future, no more playing with my food.” Though he meant what he said, it sounded more sarcastic than genuine, and he knew it. Jacob was becoming increasingly skillful at copying Devin’s sadistic-ness; it was a game he enjoyed playing.
Devin, however, occasionally gave pause to the idea that he was inspiring a creature that would eventually be too monstrous to contain. “You will learn to be more respectful.” Devin asserted clamping his grip down even harder upon Jacob’s now flaccid member. “The gifts I have given you are more valuable than you understand.”
“I understand quite well,” Jacob’s voice cracked slightly under the physical pain Devin inflicted, “but don’t blame me for being exactly what you are.” Sending a jolt of energy that pricked Devin’s hand, Jacob pulled away quickly and smiled. “I am what you made me to be, but I won’t be regarded as a means to an end.”
Devin stepped a half pace back from Jacob with an expression that was equal parts shock and pride. “Once you are ready, and all the pieces have been set, they will be sorry, and she will regret.” Devin paused to look down at the carnage Jacob left at his feet, “Clean yourself and I’ll take care of this.” He gestured to Dannison and Gina’s corpses, “I need you to be ready at the park soon. I have a girl to scare and a fight to pick.”
Smiling, Jacob cocked his head to the left. Without a word of protest or consent, he rubbed the blood and bodily fluids left over from Dannison together around his limp member. Lifting his hand slowly to his face, he smiled even larger sliding his tongue out fully from his mouth. Devin knew what his student was going to do, and though a part of him wanted to ignore it, a twisted sense of amusement fluttered through him keeping his eyes squarely fixed on Jacob. Licking each drop of the blood-cum mixture from his hands, Jacob skillfully set his tongue to work on his fingers as though he were licking batter from a mixer. “Mmmmm, tastes good.”
The Day Before It Changed
The day was not particularly beautiful,
in his opinion, but it certainly wasn’t the foggy depressing past several days that had begun to feel as though they would last forever. For the most part, the sun was shining, and though he was not feeling his normal self, Mikale took note of his surroundings with appreciation. It was difficult to find the positive in anything recently. Jason, his perfect Ken, had left him, and his heart could not remain strong in the midst of so much pain. A backpack and perplexing statement of needing to “find himself” ended one of the few arguments they had ever had. The years together had borne no clue or hint that such a dramatic change was possible; Jason had typically been quite level-headed. Aside from the occasional unrealistic expectations, usually related to traffic and customer service at coffee houses, he was a reasonable man. Given this understanding, Mikale could not help but relive every mistaken response, each late arrival, every time he didn’t smile when he should have, and blamed himself for all of them. Could it have been that I drove him away? He questioned himself. Was there something I should have said or something I shouldn’t have done that would have changed how it ended? Beyond his control, the questions continued to badger his tired mind and aching soul.
Before he realized how far he had walked, Mikale found aimless wandering had led him to the rocky shoreline of his favorite beach. The Golden Gate Bridge could be seen in the distance, and though it was a sight that he had enjoyed on many occasions, this day it held no real inspiration for him. It was just another bridge crossing water. Stunned at how little his mood had changed from the walk, he removed his shoes and rolled his jeans up mid-calf. The sudden urge to cry swelled up within him, but he refused to shed another tear this day, if not for the rest of the day, at least for the next minute or two. Settling into a comfortable, seated position with his toes in the sand and arms wrapped around his knees, Mikale gazed off into the distance simply allowing his mind to participate in the same activity his feet had recently been a part of: wandering. With the sleeves of his dark blue sweater pulled down and his arms tightly grasping his shins, Mikale almost felt comforted, like being embraced tightly by someone that loves you. That temporary comfort let his mid fully open to the typhoon of thoughts within his mind. No real order to his feelings and no set goals to achieve, he sat statue-like in the sand and brisk breeze of the beach letting it all swirl around him until a singular thought over took all the others. A moment that he was certain would live in him forever, just as the “Ken Doll” emergency room visit would, but one he was equally certain was going to break his heart further if he allowed it to say at the front of his mind. Tugging his dark blue sweater down at his back and returning to hugging his knees even tighter to his chest, he could feel the empty hole within him fill with a choking melancholy. Rarely one to be depressed, not since he was much younger, the moment thrust him into a myriad of different emotions that he believed he was wholly ill-equipped to handle. The heightened memories of his truest love and the remembrance that had been threatening to overtake him sent shivers across his entire being; its threats had become reality. “I love you” is a simple stringing together of three words that each of them had used quite frequently. They meant it when they said it, but there was one particular time, one singular moment, the words pierced Mikale deep and left him changed. It wasn’t the first time Jason had said them, and it wasn’t the first time when Mikale had said them in return. Of all the times those eight letters formed the three words, it was the day Jason forgot the order of them that convinced Mikale, he wanted this man to be with him forever.