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Todd
had high hopes for the party tonight at Clarissa's. He had just gotten off a 6 month navy cruise and this was the
beginning of a long awaited furlough in New York. He'd already made up his mind that if he didn't see any
chance of scoring in the first hour he'd head for Times Square and find a
working girl to take the pressure off his swollen balls that had a lot of
pressure built up during the long cruise.
Todd was a good looking young 19-year old, tall and muscular, and
if he hadn't already decided on the night's plan would probably have to
grab his thick incipient cock and stroke off. So Seaman First Class Browning arranged his python down one trouser
leg and went down and grabbed a cab.
On the way there he reflected idly on his invitation, because
Clarissa was a stuck up bitch he tried to score on in school because she
was such an incredible knockout. Sure, stuck-up maybe, but that incredible set of tits and
that pouty full lipped mouth drove him crazy in History class for whole
year, only to get shot down on his first pitch. And now she's in New York City with him. Strange coincidences in a small world.
Ah well, and then finding an invitation in the mail on his first
day of liberty from her. Maybe
she finally relented, he thought. Maybe
she just likes the uniforms. More
likely he thought she needed some extra guys around for fat dumpy broads
at the party.
When he got there, a strange looking doorman, maybe seven feet tall
with a hawk-like face looked at him carefully with the strangest smile and
was overly polite in holding the door open to the old brownstone on the
west side.
"Welcome sir," he said, "and I hope you enjoy the
evening."
"Um, yes, thank you." He walked to a very old elevator, the old fashioned kind with the
grating, and punched floor #13 button. It was kind of odd having a thirteenth floor, he thought, because
he read somewhere that they renamed it usually because some people were
superstitious.
In any case he heard music from a door in the paneled hallway, and
laughter and giggling, so he entered. He smiled, the big room was full of young guys like him and
stupendous babes, babes in low-cut sheer dresses that rode up to their
crotches. Lots of the girls were more like women, some in their thirties
or forties, but all super stacked mega-babes that he never saw outside of
a movie. And it was funny but
all the guys were kids like him, late teens or early twenties, and he had
to admit it, muscular studs like he was.
Oh well, he was angling over to the opulent food and drink table
when he heard his name.
"Todd! Todd, don't you remember me?" He turned and his jaw opened. Clarissa, even more stunning
with a low cut blouse almost to her distended big nipples coming over, and
then kissing him on the mouth, her tongue he swore brushing his, then
holding him as she smiled up at him.
"Oh, sure, hi, you look, you look unbelievable."
She blushed, "do you think so, really? I'm just so glad you
could make it."
"Well, I'm, um, glad you invited me. It was a little surprising because I didn't think you even knew
when I was coming in to port."
"Oh," she said, smiling, "we keep track of our boys
in the service. We know it's been so long. It must have been hard for
you." She said this as
she fell into his arms, her belly against his crotch, and he tried to use
will power to stop his cock from erecting.
"Ah, well, that part is true, six months at sea is a long
time."
"I know," she agreed, "I know what deprivation means
too. But tonight, my friends
and I have decided to show our boys how much we appreciate that
sacrifice."
He couldn't help wondering if that meant she was going to put out
or not. They danced, and he
was surprised as he was cut in by another female. The girls tapped each on the shoulder to cut in just like guys
would at a dance. The next
one was a voluptuous mid thirties blonde who hunched her crotch into his,
humped his hard on, as her big breasts mashed his chest, also asking him
how his long tour was.
What he found was that every one of the voluptuous beauties liked
hearing how long he was deprived, several sighing and squealing with
delight as they ground themselves against his hardness. He was now getting
really turned on, and somehow the punch was making him even hornier. He knew that booze made it appear to make a guy hornier but all it
really does is lower inhibitions. But
when he went into the bathroom he found a couple odd things. For one thing the mirror was missing. Not even a bracket in the wall for one. Okay, but then when he unzipped he discovered what he felt in his
pants.
His balls were bigger, and he couldn't help drooling precum from
his inflated cock. Using cold
water he finally got his cock soft enough to piss, sighing with relief. A couple other guys were in there, and he found in chat they had
also been on either long tours of isolated duty or cruises like him and
were primed and ready. Then
as he was leaving, he met a shipmate, Rufus. Rufus was a big studly black
kid who he used to meet in the weightlifting room.
"Hey man, ah dint see you."
"Hi buddy, you got an invite too?"
"Ah sho did, an normally ah'd pass but de foxes heah, dey
prime. Dis young blonde knockout practically be squeezin my johnson every
time we dance."
"Yeah, I think it's a kind of serviceman appreciation thing
they’re doing."
"Yeah well, bro, ah kin tell you this thing is in the bag, cuz
we gwine get laid heavy tonight, bro. Ah ain't never seen fine foxes act like dis."
Todd grinned, but had to arrange his hard on again as he went out.
When he went back to the punch bowl he sniffed it, and it was
tasty, but had an odd fragrance, and somehow it seemed to make him drink
it. He could feel his balls
inflate even as he sipped it down, and then felt a tap on his shoulder. Clarissa smiling at him, and she looked so hot!
"Well, Todd," she smiled, moving forward, kissing him
softly, "I think we can skip the formalities, don't you think?" She moved her hand down and felt his probing hard on, and sighed
with pleasure, and then moved it to cup his inflated balls. Whispering into his ear, "I know I’ve had enough
pleasantries for the evening, and we both need something more, don't
we?" His throat was so
tight he couldn't speak, but had the vague impression that every woman at
the party was also embraced with a young man. In fact the chesty blonde dish was squeezing two males, and one
seemed to be trying to unfasten her blouse and then his knees seemed to
give out.
"Um," he said, moving back, feeling his hammering pulse
as she squeezed his glans, his head getting dizzy. His own knees seemed to get weak, and after some more making out,
he noticed none of the men standing any more, and all the women were
turned, smiling at him, as Clarissa murmured things in his ear, but he
couldn't tell what they were. Looking
around the room to see where the guys went he realized they were laying in
crumpled heaps around each woman. A blonde voluptuary put her hand on her
hip, as if to say 'well?'
"What, um, what's going on?" Clarissa didn’t reply, lowered him to the floor as his
consciousness fled.
He had strange dreams, vivid erotic imagery, and finally a ray of
light was flashing and going away. After
a bit he realized it was a door opening. He heard the hum of electric
motors, and conveyor belts, and also realized he was naked, standing up.
His hands were in comfortable but secure manacles overhead, and his bare
feet on a rubber-covered floor. Looking
to right and left he saw that on each side separated by several feet were
other young naked secure men, most still unconscious. And the ones, who didn’t have feeding hoses in their mouths,
which they were sucking at. As well as hoses attached to their other
orifices. It reminded him of
a combination horse barn and cow-milking center. He had grown up in farm country and looked sideways at the logo on
the feeder machine. His
family had a similar machine in their dairy farm. "McGuirk's Milking, Patent #20938.
"I thought you'd recognize McGuirk's."
Startled, he looked up. It
was Clarissa in a tiny thong bikini and heels and rubber gloves. "Clarissa! My
God! What's going on here? Let me loose!"
Moving toward him, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Todd. Like my
outfit?" He couldn't help but stare at her generous curves, and even in
spite of the situation he hardened instantly, making her giggle with
pleasure, and cup his balls again, hefting them with a professional
appraising feel. "Every
now and then we get a boy from the farms and they all recognize the place. It's a milking facility all right."
"Are you crazy? Look,
if you’re some terrorist group it won't do you any good. You know my folks don't have any money!"
She giggled, "terrorists? Do I look like a terrorist to you? I don't want anything that you
can't provide, Todd."
Laughing as she had a thought, "oh, I see, because you saw so
many young servicemen. They are a very convenient source I must admit, but
we certainly don't discriminate. We
do servicemen from all countries. I
don't want you to think I'm not as patriotic as the next girl."
"But, but, what are you then? What's this all about?"
"Tsk, It's probably a waste of time to say this. None of the other girls ever bother to explain but you were a
classmate and I suppose for old Harding High's sake. (Sigh) Okay I might
as well tell you that we’re vampires."
He laughed, and she did also, until he stopped, looking at her. She
nodded with a smile.
"That's not possible."
"I am a vampire, Todd. You’re
going to find out anyway not too long from now."
"You mean... but
there's too much wrong with that. I
saw you during the daytime. And
if you’re going to bite my neck what are we all doing in this,
whatever."
"This milking facility?" she added. "That's what it is. Forget
the old movies, Todd. We suck
sperm, not blood."
Gaping at her, feeling her hand cupping his balls again, "this
isn't happening, it can't be happening. You’re crazy, you know that?"
"The Victorian writers couldn't talk about sperm, they’re so
repressed and all, but that is the vital life force we need and love. They changed it to blood to keep the censors happy."
"But, me, will I be...?"
She nodded, "I'm afraid you won't survive, Todd. That's
what happens when you suck someone's vital life force. But consider that it will be going into me, just like when you eat
a hamburger. The difference
is that you get more pleasure than a cow gets when he gets the power
staple in the forehead." He
was stunned, and almost cried, but stopped himself.
"But, but, we grew up in the same town. We went to school together."
"Of course, we’re just like everyone else, although we are
practically immortal. But everyone comes from somewhere."
At that moment that stunning blonde he danced with last night came
in also in a thong bikini and heels and carrying a clipboard and smiled at
them both. "How are you
doing, dear?"
Clarissa gave her a kiss on her full lips, their breasts mashing
together, and replied, "just fine, Veronica."
"I want to get the menu straight dear, I know you’re having
this one," she said, smiling and absurdly nodding at Todd who felt
ridiculous about almost nodding back in politeness, "but is there
some other particular one I should note down?"
Clarissa smiled at that, looking at Todd. "I think you had a shipmate with you tonight, didn't you? I like to do friends together. A big black stud, a Rufus
something." Veronica
nodded as she checked the guest list.
"Okay, I'll tag him for you. I want to get all the selections
made first and then everyone else is first-come first-served." She
noted it on her clipboard, gave Clarissa a more than friendly kiss
"and, darling, let's do our first ones together as usual," and
swished off.
"Well," Clarissa said, releasing his glans and stepping
back, "I have to get you ready for milking. You see this?" She held up what looked like a horse feeder
adapted to a man sized head. "I'm going to slip it on, so is there anything else you
need to say? Quickly!"
He stood there open mouthed, and tried to think of something, and
she shrugged, "We can talk later anyway." He felt a leathery
harness over his head, and a feeding tube into his mouth. It was more of that pleasant punch mixture, and she smiled as he
started sucking. Then he
started as she attached waste removal tubes to his already hard cock, and
then to his anus. She
moved down to the next male who was stirring awake as he felt his senses
swim, and his erotic visions increased as he sucked in this strange punch. Minutes moved into hours, maybe days. He had a memory or a dream, not sure which, of Clarissa and another
voluptuary having a water fight and giggling with delight as they sprayed
each other in addition to spraying himself and the other naked males. That was how he cooled down and cleaned the horses and cattle on a
hot day in the barn. Then he
felt his harness removed, and surfaced to consciousness. He realized
Clarissa was standing in front of him.
"How you doing, classmate?" she grinned. He felt her hand moving over him, and it felt different. "Oh yes," she cooed, using both hands on him,
"you’re doing very nicely indeed." Looking down he saw with astonishment his balls were like
grapefruits and his big cock enormous.
"Please, Clarissa (groan), what, what are you doing?"
"Just checking out the meat, buster, and you have plenty of
it."
"Are you going to, you know?"
She smiled, "no, not yet, I think you could nourish for a
little more. That liquid you drink is a very ancient recipe. It gives males a big boost that makes them so horny they do
anything for a woman, but it also changes them. By the time your'e ready to be harvested you will basically be a
male genitalia on legs. So
much a part of you will be converted into your male reproductive organs
that you will have a wonderful ejaculation. You will just love that, I can promise you, and," she smiled,
licking her full lips, "so will I."
"But, but, what will happen to me then?"
"I don't think you understand, Todd. Don't be so dense. You
will go into my mouth, your vital essence. I just can't wait till I taste you. Won't that be nice, nourishing
me for a while? That should give you satisfaction. Oh I suppose you mean on the physical plane. Well, I'm afraid the male can't handle an orgasm when this much of
his body is a reproductive organ. You
will expire either during or shortly after it happens, but I doubt you'd
notice."
"What, (sob) will happen to me then? Don't I even get a burial?"
"Well, I didn't want to tell you this, but you don't believe
in vampires, so how can you believe in ghouls? That strange doorman you met? We have other servants like him. All ghouls. You see we believe in not wasting anything, plus its
good evidence removal. They are very scrupulous about eating up whatever
we vampires leave."
"That's, that's horrible. How can you do that?"
"How can you eat a steak? But if you’re going to be insulting I can put the feeding tube on
again. Let's see how your
friend is doing." She pulled back a curtain and in front of him Rufus
was also manacled to an overhead, also hooked up to the feeding and waste
removal hoses.
She walked over to him, her hips swaying and Todd cursed himself
for hardening even more. He felt a pang of jealousy as she cooed over his even bigger
Black balls, bloated with sperm. Rufus
shivered with lust.
"Oh yes, yes, very nice, " she said, removing the tube
from his engorged penis which was expanding as Rufus was watching her,
wide eyed. A pearl of white
precum appeared on his dark black purplish knob and she bent her pretty
head and licked it up. Rufus writhed in pleasure. "Mmm," she said, licking her lips. She straightened up and smiled up at the bound stud.
"I'm going to call Veronica because you, young man, are ready
to burst." Turning back to Todd, she came over and picked up a pager
on a table.
"Yes, darling, oh, are you doing one now too? I thought so, I can hear you," she chuckled.
Todd thought he heard male groaning and gasping from down the hall.
"Yes, I just luckily checked on one of my meals, and he's
ready to absolutely pop. I'm
going to drain him now. And
you? Uh huh. Wonderful, come
right over afterwards, darling."
Hanging up the phone, Clarissa smiled up at Todd. "You probably gather that we vampires are also lesbians, Todd. Except for the sperm drinking we get our pleasure from each other. But it's so much better after we eat."
"Please, please, don't..."
"Hush, I'm going to let you watch, because soon I'll be doing
you." She fastened his feeding face harness again, and went and undid
Rufus who immediately had lots of questions.
"Hey, what dis is, mon?"
"Hush, honey," said Clarissa. "Don't you want to feel good now?" She used both hands
and ran them over his huge Black cock, cupping each ball.
"Aw, baby, dat so good, dat so good. What dis I hear about eating people, aw dat feel good?"
Licking precum from his seeping knob, Clarissa looked up with a
smile. "Don't let that bother you. Don't you like what I'm doing to you?"
He groaned as she squeezed his cock, and gasped as she temporarily
released him so she could move a small milking stool under his genitals
and then sat down, her head perfect for his bloated penis.
"Oh yes," Clarissa said, lightly feeling each bloated
testicle, thumping them like a housewife thumped a cantaloupe. "You have a nice big load, don't you stud?" Rufus' throat was too tight to speak as she licked his huge balls,
and then his eyes bulged as she traced her long soft tongue up the
underside of his mammoth cock. She
teased him with long and fluttering tongue kisses on his genitals.
Todd was gaping at the scene a few feet away, could smell the sperm
and cunt juice fragrances from all around him. He heard other sets of female giggling and cooing and male groaning
and grunting. Clarissa had
stretched her mouth impossibly wide and taken in his knob, which he didn't
think possible, but she was doing it, and now she was sliding her mouth
down his glistening hard cock. She
sighed, feeling him in her stuffed mouth and halfway down her throat,
feeling his pulse now in his man-meat. Now she began to softly pump her head, and he almost came but she
squeezed the base of his glans with expert precision, shutting down the
orgasm. She wanted him to cum
on her terms. She slurped his
precum that flowed abundantly in her soft mouth, and moved her head up and
down, making him almost pass out in the throes of pleasure. Sometimes she gently nipped at his cock to bring him back down, and
then continued sucking. Todd
could see Rufus was about to cum. His
body was getting rigid, and trembling all over, he was gasping as his
breathing increased. His muscles and tendons stood out in stark relief as
he strained.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby, yeah, YEAH! Ah gots to!"
Clarissa moved her head back so just the knob was in her mouth, and
sighed with the first blast of hot male sperm, swirling in her mouth,
"Oh yesss," she moaned to herself, as she began to swallow, jet
after thick hot white wad of sperm jet of Rufus' essence. Todd couldn't believe it but Rufus just kept on coming, coming, and
Clarissa moaned, kneaded her big thick nipples now with both hands, her
mouth covering his knob that puffed out her cheeks. After several minutes Todd noticed that Rufus looked thinner, and
he was! His body was jerking
back and forth as he cooperated with Clarissa's draining mouth, and with
all his effort continued to spray her draining mouth and tongue. Rufus after a while began to weakly beg her to stop, but couldn't
help himself thrusting into her mouth, making her giggle between swallows.
Clarissa squeezed his balls then, which had gotten noticeably
smaller.
Taking
her mouth off the seeping spitting cockhead, a strand of sperm hitting her
big naked breasts, "Come on, honey, give me all you’ve got, that's
my big male stud, that's it, mmm."
She
covered his spraying knob with her soft still-hungry mouth as he passed
out, jangling in his manacles, but even unconscious he continued to pump and thrust, until finally, his
testicles drained, his body hung still and flaccid and empty looking. His eyes were shut and his mouth hung open with saliva hanging down
a lower lip. He wasn't breathing and he looked shrunken like a flat tire.
Todd thought he looked like he weighed less than a hundred pounds.
Clarissa looked even better now though, her bikini strained with
her breasts, glowing somehow as she stood up and stretched. Her eyes were bright and her nipples were an inch long, and looking
at her crotch in the tiny thong bikini, she smiled and pulled it away from
her swollen clitoris and puffy cunt lips whose cunt-cream was drooling
down her smooth thighs. She looked smug and pleased, and somehow Todd knew that she
had Rufus, his shipmate and friend, down her mouth and in her belly now.
Turning and looking at Todd, she sighed with deep pleasure even as a
similarly engorged and turned on Veronica entered to embrace her.
Todd was sipping from his feeding tube as he saw them lie down on a
couch in a 69 position, and what he saw made his cock stand up harder even
as his senses swam. His
erotic dreams were making his pulse pound even as he watched the two
voluptuaries give their own essences to each other. What had he gotten
into? It's not real!
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