Forced Love

Henry stirred slowly gathering his senses about him. To his immense surprise, he did not snap into sudden consciousness as he usually did when the sun had set. A fire blazed in the huge hearth across the room, he lay curled on his side as the memories of last night returned. Warmth filled his belly and groin when the images replayed themselves in his mind. Careful not to move, he took stock of his situation, and realized his body was clean; Aeson must have done that. The chains still clinked but were not as restricting and he was ravenously hungry. Somehow he knew he was not yet to be free. There it was, Aeson’s exotic scent, then he felt his powerful presence approaching, and to his surprise Henry’s belly quivered in anticipation. Aeson entered the suite, shirtless, with drawstring lounging pants on, to any other person on earth he would have looked delicious. To Henry, right now, he was repugnant. Wondering how Aeson could look so fresh and showered immediately after sunset, Aeson turned to him, “It would seem you are making a habit of keeping me waiting for you to awaken.” He crossed the room gracefully, and sat on the bed next to Henry. In an act of defiance Henry shifted only his eyes to look at Aeson, staying exactly where he was, not scooting away in fear as he thought Aeson would expect him to.
“Ah. I can see we are regrettably almost back to square one - you and I.” Aeson said. Henry gave him a slow and dazzling smile, “What have we to discuss Ancient One?” Aeson smiled back, seeing the battle lines drawn, feeling his predatory instincts arise within him. Aeson gazed at Henry’s face and wanted fiercely to see it in the throes of pleasure once again. “Well since I am so ancient, I will instruct you, cub. I am freshly showered because I was awake before sunset. Then a lady friend visited me and I had a pleasant - if brief dinner, she is very understanding in that regard. I will make it up to her.” Henry’s eyebrows raised at that, while Aeson continued, “You did not snap awake because you slept PAST sunset by 1 hour and 35 minutes. Obviously my company has a relaxing effect on you.” Henry was really perplexed now. He never slept past sunset. “You’re company is anything but relaxing Aeson. I am one large ball of tension around you and my sleeping was probably a result of exhaustion.” Henry did not mean that to come out quite the way it did, Aeson smiled slowly, “Yes, exhaustion could be a good word for it.”
Henry’s eyebrows drew together, “Let me go.” Standing, the blonde drew the covers off the bed, “No.” leaving Henry clothed only in his chains, and the white linen shirt he had arrived in last night. Sitting up, Henry’s heart began to race, hearing it, Aeson sat back down on the bed, and grasped Henry’s face, turning it towards his. Henry looked very sexy first thing in the evening, all tussled and warm. “Kiss me. You want to.” Aeson ordered. “No.” Henry answered, and received a back handed slap for his trouble, snapping his head left. Turning his face back to Aeson “Will you beat me into submission next?” Sighing, Aeson said, “If I must. You seem to need it.” Henry ventured, “Don’t like your ego bruised, Ancient One?” Henry smiled that slow sexy smile of his, and Aeson responded with one of his own, “I CAN hear your heart beating you know. AND I smell your arousal Henry, just as you can with humans, or didn’t you know that? Rest assured my ego has not suffered a single bruise from you.” Henry didn’t know that. Without lifting one finger, Aeson had succeeded in making him feel vulnerable again. Aeson grasped his face more forcefully now, “Stop being so damnably stubborn. You will kiss me, and you will like it.” “Or else?” the blonde’s smile returned as he pulled Henry’s mouth to him. Tilting his head, Aeson kissed Henry forcefully, passionately, open mouthed, tasting his lips. Henry liked the feel of his lips and when he would have wanted more, opening fully to taste Aeson with his tongue, Aeson pulled away breaking the kiss. Swifter then lightning, Aeson grabbed hold of Henry and pulled him down to the bed underneath him, his body resting over one arm, the other holding Henry’s wrist. With Henry’s shirt falling open, exposing the length of him, and his hair free from its usual restrictive fashion, right then Aeson thought Henry was probably one of the more beautiful creatures to grace this earth. Heart racing, Henry wondered what was going to happen next, but Aeson released his left wrist and gracefully pulled his golden hair back away from the porcelain column of his neck, obviously in an offer of himself. Henry’s face was confused. “You have not eaten, you need to feed.” Studying the face above him for some hidden agenda, Henry realized that he really desired to drink from this being. As he went to grasp Aeson’s neck in his usual fashion, he found he could not because while not as restricted, he was still chained. The confused look on the young one’s face entranced Aeson, so he leaned down and offered his neck without Henry having to get up. The intoxicating scent that was Aeson’s alone surrounded Henry as his fangs emerged and then sank into Aeson’s willing flesh. He tasted rich, and sweet, somehow timeless. When Henry swallowed his blood, he felt delicate flames lick along his every nerve, and he heard a soft sound of masculine pleasure come from Aeson’s mouth. That sound more then anything made Henry’s heart race. That he could elicit this kind of pleasure from Aeson excited him. Instinctively reacting Henry tried to touch Aeson’s chest, but was unable from the chains, so he clasped the only thing within his reach, a well shaped arm. The skin was silken, smooth, yet hard beneath the surface. Amazed, Henry removed his fangs, and now purposefully sought a slightly lower place at the nape of the neck, a more sensitive location nearer the shoulder. As he sank his fangs into the warm skin, he felt Aeson tense, but when Henry gently began to suckle, using his tongue to create swirling patterns as he sometimes would with a female partner, Aeson’s breath caught in his throat and Henry felt the blonde’s body shudder. It was intoxicating. When a soft moan escaped the man above him, it was Henry’s undoing. He pressed his hips up into Aeson’s belly, allowing him to feel how hard Henry had become. Aeson pulled Henry’s mouth roughly away from his neck, holding his face he kissed him fiercely. Aeson’s shortness of breath excited Henry so much, he boldly thrust his tongue into Aeson’s mouth exploring, tasting, dancing with each other in an ageless ritual. The pad of Aeson’s thumb teasingly circled one of Henry’s nipples and left him shaking with need, responding to that need, he dropped his head and replaced the thumb with his mouth, sucking and rolling the hardened bud until Henry moaned loudly. Thru all of this Henry’s palms began a strange thing. They began to itch and ache. He wanted to touch Aeson, any part of him. As Aeson slid lower, leaving a wet trail down Henry’s muscled belly, Henry raised his head “Aeson.” About to plead with him to release his hands, Aeson smiled up at him, waiting, knowing what he wanted, and wanting Henry to ask for it. Henry shut his mouth and allowed his head to fall back to the bed as he felt warm moistness take his cock again. It was not long before Henry was shuddering and moaning softly, but the sensations suddenly stopped and Henry was left to wonder why, when he opened his eyes, The lounge pants were gone, and Aeson in all his glory was straddling him. Seeing his need to touch his body, but not yet willing to release him from the chains, Aeson moved upwards and held himself invitingly over Henry so that his chest was accessible to Henry’s face. Raising up, Henry nibbled Aeson’s bare chest, then seized a nipple and sucked it, his arms still held down by his sides. Aeson moaned loudly and pressed his cock into Henry’s, sending wave after wave of desire thru the younger vampire. He tried several times in reaction to use his hands, to no avail, but Aeson would not take the hint. There would be no hints this session. He looked at Henry waiting for him to give in, but Henry would not. “I am leaving for Europe in 1 day. I will probably not cross your path for many years Henry.” Henry’s belly clenched, the sudden urgency and helplessness that Henry felt increased to almost unbearable pressure. Suddenly he felt an incredible tightness and heat drawing itself around him. As Aeson withdrew from his embrace, Henry felt him slide himself backwards, slowly onto Henry’s hard cock. Gasping now for breath, chest heaving, Henry could not comprehend what was happening. He stammered out “No…no.” to no avail, Aeson lowered himself fully onto Henry’s cock, allowing it to slide deep inside him, “Turn around is only fair play.” He said. Then Henry watched in amazement as this beautiful creature rode him. Aeson’s body was so tight around him, the pleasure unbelievably intense. Aeson had his head thrown back, glorious blonde hair everywhere. His hands braced on Henry's chest as he rode him with breathless abandon. Henry forced himself to keep his eyes open, watching with fascination the play of pleasured expressions flitting across Aeson’s face. Firelight illuminated the sharp lines and planes of the blonde’s body, creating a surreal, almost dreamy atmosphere. Henry caught his breath as Aeson tossed his hair back from his face, his golden strands catching the light and gleaming with gold and red highlights. Sweat glistened on Aeson’s face and chest, and Henry had the thought that his lover appeared to be almost glowing. When had he started to think of this man as his lover? Brushing it aside, Instinctively, he reached out trying to grip his waist, wanting to encourage his movements up and down his shaft. He wanted to see his pleasure, needed to watch him come, But he couldn’t. The chains were still there. Aeson’s pleasure reached it’s peak, and he came all over Henry’s belly, breathing heavy, sapphire eyes boring into his own. Aeson pulled himself off Henry slid up his body and started to kiss his neck, knowing full well that Henry had not yet finished. Aeson had in fact rushed his own release so that Henry could not have enough time. He had not yet learned his lesson. Henry was so wound up, he could barely breathe, Aeson gently, with the lightest touches teasingly stroked his shaft and suckled his nipples until Henry thought he would die (again). Then he slid down Henry’s body once more, this time lifting one of Henry’s legs and swirling a moistened finger around the tight entrance. Henry squirmed as sensations raced thru him. Aeson unexpectedly bared his fangs and fed from Henrys inner thigh, sending him to greater heights. Aeson was now all about teasing the blue eyed captive. He would no longer stroke his manhood, or suck his dick. He would however kiss him, and suckle his nipples, teasingly explore behind his balls at the sensitive opening. Henry’s very skin was on fire, his movements became so frenzied and jerky that it drove Aeson almost beyond baring. Out of desperation Aeson tried one last trick, he slowly positioned his cock at Henry’s entrance, and using his hand, moved it tantalizingly. When he would apply slight pressure, Henry would now bear down with his hips and try to press Aeson’s rod into him, but Aeson would allow only the very tip to push in, then he would retrieve it. All the while Aeson softly kissed his lips and neck. In a state of absolute anguish, Henry whimpered, chest heaving, he sought relief from the building fire within him. Henry tried for the thousandth time to touch his tormentor, He finally turned tortured eyes on him. “My hands. I want to touch you.” Without so much as a blink of an eye, Aeson crushed the locks off the wristcuffs holding him, Henry frantically ran his hands over Aeson’s body, kneading his chest, then burying his hands in his golden hair and kissing him fiercely. The blonde removed the last of Henry’s clothing and held him tightly. He began stroking Henry’s chest again and Henry tossed his head back, lips parted, his hands pulling Aeson closer into him. Aeson loved seeing Henry like this. Again Aeson sucked a nipple into his mouth and teased Henry with his cock. Finally unable to bear anymore, Henry broke, eyes black, fangs bared. His breath exploded from his chest in one breathy word “Aeson.” The blonde’s eyes darkened. Waiting. “Please.” That was what he was waiting for. Aeson pushed himself deeply into Henry, searching immediately for the spot that drove him wild. Henry cried out and arched into the invasion, he had never needed something or someone so much. Not even Christina. The blonde unerringly found that spot, brushing it with his cock each time he pushed into Henry, and now hovering over him, sliding in and out of his vulnerable body, he softly stroked Henry’s manhood in time to his thrusts, as he spoke in soft whispers into the younger vampire’s ear. Henry’s senses ate up that sexy voice, adding to the profound pleasure and Henry’s total submission. Aeson nibbled his ear and commanded him -Tell me. “Oh god.” Henry shuddered. Say it. As he slowed down, Henry whimpered, “Oh please.” Again. “Please.” Admit you want me. “I want you……” Henry couldn’t catch his breath, “want you. Please don’t stop…….don’t stop.” He climbed to his impending orgasm with Aeson tormenting him each step of the way, pleasure inside and out, and when Aeson knew he could not stand any more, he slowed both motions almost to a complete halt. Henry. “no,…no …please.” The sound of Henry’s panicked voice drew the blonde’s fangs out. I love the sound of your voice. Say my name. “Aeson…Aeson...don’t do this to me…. Please…..make me come. ” he sunk the fangs into Henry’s shoulder, rocked into him and started stroking Henry’s cock rhythmically, it was too much to bear, and Henry screamed his pleasure as he came violently his whole world exploded into sparkling bits of bright light. I came so hard… so hard…. I think I might have pulled something.
Henry slept. Probably for the first time in many years he was unconscious before the sun rose, and stayed sleeping well after it had set yet again. He woke to an empty bed, his clothes cleaned and pressed, the keys to his car set neatly upon them, with a note nearby. Picking up the note, he read the boldly masculine print.

Henry,

Was so pleased to have renewed our friendship, many years may separate us, but when next we meet, I will expect a warmer reception than the one you offered this time. Be well and believe in yourself, you have much to offer.

Aeson

PS – Your friend Vicki is afraid, just as you were with me. Your way is not working. Give her a gentle shove in the right direction. Trust me.


Henry thought about it for a moment. “I think he may be right. But how am I ever going to explain this one?” Pulling on his clothes, he grabbed his keys and left the suite. As he descended the stairs he smiled that dazzlingly sexy smile of his, “Better yet, how am I to explain a sudden desire to visit Europe?”