that she still didn’t believe him.
Chloe shot him a look of disappointment. “For your information, this is a stupid game. I’ve gone along with what you’ve said, but you must think I’m as crazy as you if you expect me to believe you. I can see what’s happened here. This is one of those role-playing clubs, like the history enactment societies, only instead of pretending to be Roundheads and Cavaliers in the Civil War, you lot are pretending to be vampires. Now things have gotten complicated and you’re in over your head. Why can’t you just admit it? I’ve tried to help you. I’ve spent money trying to help you. Seems some people just don’t want to be helped.”
She backed away, picked up her things, and then turned and pulled the lever to open the wall.
Luka watched as she crawled through. She didn’t say good-bye. He started to tell her to wait and then changed his mind. The hole closed up and he had a feeling he’d just made a bad mistake.
Chapter Eight
Luka knew they were coming before they entered the room. This time the pair wore white toweling robes with the words “Sunset Spa” embroidered on the front. So Chloe had been telling the truth about that at least. The robes were off before he could blink.
“Why is your body clean?” Eve demanded. “What happened to the blood?”
“I licked it off,” Luka said. “I have a long tongue and I’m very flexible.”
Krista giggled and put her head close to his. “Show me.”
Luka wished his tongue was hard enough to jab her between the eyes and knock her out. He looked up as the door opened again. Simon, the floppy-haired guy from the club walked in and winked. Luka sucked in his cheeks. So the whole thing with the little bastard had been a set up.
“Put on those gloves and then get him on the bed,” Eve ordered. “He’s weak but not powerless.
Be careful.”
But Luka was powerless. His frailty alarmed him. He tried to struggle as the restraints were removed and his legs buckled. In places the chain had to be ripped out of his skin, blood spurted, and he howled. Within moments, he was fastened again, this time with his ankles and wrists secured to each corner of the frame so he lay spread-eagled. Krista pushed a pillow under his head and stood back. Luka’s anxiety level went up another hundred points.
“Get on with it, Simon,” Eve said.
The blond guy turned and glared. “I’m not a performing monkey.”
“Forget we’re here.” Krista flipped her hand in a dismissive gesture.
Simon peeled off his T-shirt and unzipped his jeans. He wore no underpants. His cock was already full and hard. He was a big guy. Luka gulped. The female vamps moved a little closer.
Simon knelt on the end of the bed, ran his hands up Luka’s thighs, and then licked the blood off his fingers one by one. He lowered his mouth towards Luka’s dick.
“I’m not gay,” Luka blurted.
Simon faltered. “You run a gay club. How can you not be gay?”
“Ignore him, he’s pretending,” Eve said, waving a handful of banknotes in front of Simon’s face.
He smiled and lay down on the bed alongside Luka, snuggling against him, his tongue sneaking licks of blood. Luka could feel Simon’s erection pressing against his thigh, rubbing against him, coating his skin with precum.
“I like you,” Simon whispered.
Luka gritted his teeth as a hand swept down his chest and grabbed his cock. At the same time, Simon’s mouth moved to Luka’s neck and licked a path to his chin. Luka shuddered, annoyed he didn’t feel pure disgust.
Simon’s firm hands began to manipulate Luka’s flesh, sweeping up and down his cock, gentle at the crown, stronger at the root, squeezing and twisting. Appalled by the flutters of pleasure spiraling through his stomach, Luka wondered how come this guy was better at this than any woman who’d touched him. The obvious answer that men knew what they were doing, brought no comfort.
I am not gay . Luka willed himself to respond no
Chloe shot him a look of disappointment. “For your information, this is a stupid game. I’ve gone along with what you’ve said, but you must think I’m as crazy as you if you expect me to believe you. I can see what’s happened here. This is one of those role-playing clubs, like the history enactment societies, only instead of pretending to be Roundheads and Cavaliers in the Civil War, you lot are pretending to be vampires. Now things have gotten complicated and you’re in over your head. Why can’t you just admit it? I’ve tried to help you. I’ve spent money trying to help you. Seems some people just don’t want to be helped.”
She backed away, picked up her things, and then turned and pulled the lever to open the wall.
Luka watched as she crawled through. She didn’t say good-bye. He started to tell her to wait and then changed his mind. The hole closed up and he had a feeling he’d just made a bad mistake.
Chapter Eight
Luka knew they were coming before they entered the room. This time the pair wore white toweling robes with the words “Sunset Spa” embroidered on the front. So Chloe had been telling the truth about that at least. The robes were off before he could blink.
“Why is your body clean?” Eve demanded. “What happened to the blood?”
“I licked it off,” Luka said. “I have a long tongue and I’m very flexible.”
Krista giggled and put her head close to his. “Show me.”
Luka wished his tongue was hard enough to jab her between the eyes and knock her out. He looked up as the door opened again. Simon, the floppy-haired guy from the club walked in and winked. Luka sucked in his cheeks. So the whole thing with the little bastard had been a set up.
“Put on those gloves and then get him on the bed,” Eve ordered. “He’s weak but not powerless.
Be careful.”
But Luka was powerless. His frailty alarmed him. He tried to struggle as the restraints were removed and his legs buckled. In places the chain had to be ripped out of his skin, blood spurted, and he howled. Within moments, he was fastened again, this time with his ankles and wrists secured to each corner of the frame so he lay spread-eagled. Krista pushed a pillow under his head and stood back. Luka’s anxiety level went up another hundred points.
“Get on with it, Simon,” Eve said.
The blond guy turned and glared. “I’m not a performing monkey.”
“Forget we’re here.” Krista flipped her hand in a dismissive gesture.
Simon peeled off his T-shirt and unzipped his jeans. He wore no underpants. His cock was already full and hard. He was a big guy. Luka gulped. The female vamps moved a little closer.
Simon knelt on the end of the bed, ran his hands up Luka’s thighs, and then licked the blood off his fingers one by one. He lowered his mouth towards Luka’s dick.
“I’m not gay,” Luka blurted.
Simon faltered. “You run a gay club. How can you not be gay?”
“Ignore him, he’s pretending,” Eve said, waving a handful of banknotes in front of Simon’s face.
He smiled and lay down on the bed alongside Luka, snuggling against him, his tongue sneaking licks of blood. Luka could feel Simon’s erection pressing against his thigh, rubbing against him, coating his skin with precum.
“I like you,” Simon whispered.
Luka gritted his teeth as a hand swept down his chest and grabbed his cock. At the same time, Simon’s mouth moved to Luka’s neck and licked a path to his chin. Luka shuddered, annoyed he didn’t feel pure disgust.
Simon’s firm hands began to manipulate Luka’s flesh, sweeping up and down his cock, gentle at the crown, stronger at the root, squeezing and twisting. Appalled by the flutters of pleasure spiraling through his stomach, Luka wondered how come this guy was better at this than any woman who’d touched him. The obvious answer that men knew what they were doing, brought no comfort.
I am not gay . Luka willed himself to respond no
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