The Age of Retribution

Chapter 1-2

“Yes, Sir.”

Though Jesse fully expected it, the first lash across his back made him scream. His skin was resilient to injury, and wouldn’t break under a normal whipping. But Gideon knew that, and had adjusted accordingly. Now it took more to slice the skin open, but that only meant Jesse had the opportunity to feel it more.

“One.”

The word was barely out of his mouth before the whip landed against the small of his back. He felt the first thread of blood, and his feet and neck tingled as the pain worked through his body.

“Two.”

Three landed across his ass, as did four and five. Blood dripped down onto his thighs from the searing lacerations, but while Jesse braced for the next blow, the sting of the whip across his left shoulder blade sucked the breath from him. He barely got the number out before a matching stroke landed on his right side.

Monique appeared in his line of sight. Per Gideon’s instruction, she had stripped out of her clothes. She toyed with herself, one hand fondling a full breast, the other between her legs, but it was the ravenous gleam in her golden eyes that bored into Jesse.

“Seven,” Jesse gasped as the tip of the whip touched the nape of his neck.

He couldn’t look away from Monique, and he realized why the woman was so dangerous. No man could resist that look in her eye—though they would probably mistake it for s****l arousal instead of bloodlust. Jesse knew better.

She didn’t move in until after Jesse had declared the ninth hit. Her mouth moved down his body, not quite touching his tight skin, until she reached his n****e. Her fangs gleamed in the dim light, and Jesse couldn’t take his eyes from her.

He jerked as both Monique and Gideon struck at the same time. The whip sliced across his ass again, re-opening the previous cuts, while Monique clamped her mouth against his chest, her fangs firmly embedded in his flesh. Her hand shot up and grasped the back of his neck, smearing the blood, and she held him as firmly as the chains did while she took a deep swallow from his veins.

Jesse shouted, and the shout turned into a moan as Monique pulled another mouthful from his veins. Gideon never stopped, and he forced himself to say eleven, even though his throat was tight and his mouth uncooperative. He thought he could feel each drop of the blood exit his skin. When Monique shut her eyes and made her own appreciative sound, Jesse thought she’d forget Gideon’s rule.

He almost begged her not to go when he felt her fangs slide out. But without releasing his neck, she lifted her head and crushed her blood-stained lips to his.

“Monique. He can’t count off if you’re kissing him.”

At Gideon’s voice, she pulled away, a slight pout curving her mouth. “Then make him scream again.” She reached down and curled her fingers around the c**k ring, forcing the spikes deeper into Jesse’s shaft. “I want to feel it when he does.”

“That was the plan all along,” Gideon said.

The whip whistled through the air. Another burning slice cut across Jesse’s back.

Jesse did scream again, twelve buried somewhere in the sound. Monique grinned with crimson teeth, her fingernail scraping across his shaft, adding a sliver of blood to the drops welling around the ring. He squirmed automatically, the chains rattling against the pillars.

“Monique’s not going to have all the fun, is she?” He barely recognized Frankie’s voice, but there he was, hanging on the periphery. “We don’t want him passing out yet, after all.”

“He does have a point, Gideon,” Monique said.

Strong fingers touched the open marks on his back. “I suppose we can move on to the next course.” Gideon licked along Jesse’s neck, chasing the flowing blood with fangs that scratched along the way, but all too quickly, he was gone again. “Starters are up, people. I don’t want to see a drop of blood on the boy by the time I get undressed.”

The vampires swarmed. Jesse’s breath caught in his throat as nails, teeth, tongues, and lips descended. A few had no interest in cleaning the blood already flowing down his back, and they made fresh marks on his arms, torso, and legs. Jesse’s head spun, and he was grateful for the restraints that kept him from falling in the tilting room. His c**k ached, and the ache turned into a more insistent throbbing when a vampire—maybe Frankie—decided he didn’t want to miss a single drop of blood on Jesse’s c**k and closed his mouth around it. Jesse had no choice but to close his eyes and let the sensations of hot and cold, hard and soft, sharp and dull, wash over him.

He almost missed the order to get him onto some table. Hands pulled at his bindings, catching him when they became loose, and they carried him to some unforeseen surface, wider than he was, though not as long. Someone grabbed his ankles and dragged him down the table’s length, re-opening the already healing wounds on his back. They stopped when his ass hung over its edge.

“Same rules apply.” Gideon climbed onto the table behind Jesse’s head. “Consider his body yours until I say otherwise. He’s already stretched and lubed for whoever wants to f**k him, but his mouth is off limits.” Strong thighs bracketed Jesse’s chest as Gideon knelt over his face. He didn’t offer his c**k to Jesse, but instead faced the other direction. The tight muscle of his ass was only inches away. “That’s mine.” He twisted around in order to meet Jesse’s eyes. “You’ve got permission to use your hands, boy. But only on me.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jesse said with a rush of relief. He hated keeping his hands to himself. Not when Gideon was right there to hold, to stroke, even to caress.

He couldn’t see the vampire standing at the end of the table. Gideon blocked his view. But he didn’t need to see them to know exactly what was happening. A vampire grabbed Jesse’s ankles, holding his feet in the air. Gideon wrapped his large hands around Jesse’s calves and pulled back, pulling his ass up and opening him wide.

“Get out of there, Charlie,” Gideon said good-naturedly. “You f**k him first and everybody is going to complain he’s stretched too much.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd. Someone grumbled, and the hands holding his ankles disappeared.

“I’ll go first.” The New York accent was familiar. Jesse flashed on a tall, gaunt vampire with a long, skinny c**k. He’d sucked it often. The butt plug was pulled out, to be replaced by knobby fingers. They twisted and prodded, scraping against Jesse’s prostate in the process. “Oh, yeah, this’ll be good. He’s primed.”

“Would I bring him less than ready?” Now Gideon sounded slightly annoyed, but Jesse was too transfixed on the flesh lowering to his face. “Eat my ass, boy. I know you’re as hungry as everybody else.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jesse muttered before pushing his tongue into Gideon’s hole. He sighed as soon as his tongue touched Gideon’s flesh, and for a brief moment, the whole world narrowed to the vampire straddling his chest—his vampire. One hand snuck around the front of Gideon’s body to find his c**k, which already dripped with pre-come.

But he couldn’t remain entirely focused on Gideon. Not when the New Yorker vamp’s hand disappeared, to be quickly replaced by his long c**k.

Jesse groaned as the vampire pushed all the way inside. Balls slapped against his ass, but the effect was temporary as the vamp started to f**k him in earnest. Each drive scraped his raw back against the table, and the added sting only made the fire in his belly burn hotter.

“Frankie, get over here.” Gideon slid his hands up to the back of Jesse’s thighs and forced his legs even farther apart. “I know you wanted Jesse’s c**k, but you really need to try his balls first.”

“Oh, yeah,” Frankie muttered. Hair tickled across Jesse’s inner thigh. Then a fanged mouth closed around his sac, sucking the entire thing inside its cool depths.

Jesse groaned against Gideon’s body, not letting his tongue stop even as his eyes rolled back in his head. Nobody tried to be gentle. Nobody spared a second thought to Jesse’s comfort, and that was why he loved Sangre so much. And for the first time, he didn’t have to worry about somebody going too far. He didn’t have to worry about anything at all. He just had to close his eyes and enjoy the c**k plowing in his ass and the fangs hooking on his sac, catching the skin until it broke and added more fresh blood to the air.

Frankie’s assault broke the dam of reserve holding back the other vampires. Jesse couldn’t see them, but their touches were unmistakable. Hands over his torso. Someone with nails pulling at his c**k. A mouth latched onto the wrist pumping Gideon’s c**k, pulling so hard at his blood that Jesse faltered in the hand job.

The vampire f*****g him buried his c**k in Jesse one last time before erupting. Fluid filled his ass, and he felt it start to drip as the vamp pulled out.

“Somebody clean him up before he takes another c**k,” Gideon ordered.

A vamp was right there to follow Gideon’s directive, and the cool tongue against his heated flesh almost made him wish he wasn’t wearing a c**k ring. The vampire lapped at the come, its fangs adding streams of blood, prompting a moan from the vampire that vibrated through Jesse’s body. He could barely hear it, but he felt it, all the way up his spine.

The mouth disappeared and the vampire declared, “I can’t wait any longer for this one.”

When a c**k thicker than the last tore into his ass, Jesse’s scream was muffled by Gideon’s flesh. He tightened his grip convulsively on the length in his hand, but Gideon’s response was to grind harder against Jesse’s mouth.

Frankie abandoned his balls. Someone started licking up and down Jesse’s c**k, worming his or her tongue underneath the spiked ring. The punctures scratched wider, adding to the blood dripping down his ass, until Jess didn’t know what was causing what.

Despite the physical changes, blood loss still affected him. Blood flowed from his body and into the vampires, onto the table, dripped to the floor. The hands and fangs never let up, not for a second. Gideon never gave him a moment of respite. And Jesse’s flesh absorbed the attention, the heightened sensations, taking him beyond pain. Hot come filled his ass again, and again Gideon instructed the next vampire in line to clean up the mess. Another mouth, another set of fangs, more blood, and a tongue f*****g him with the same speed and fury of the previous c**k.

Everything devolved into sensations too tightly bound together to pick apart. Jesse lost track of how many vampires f****d him, though he highly suspected some of them had to have had a second go. He was dizzy from the blood loss. It wouldn’t kill him, but enough was being taken, in consistent amounts, to leave him teetering on the edge of euphoria. But it was never quite enough to topple him over.

“Enough.”

The simple command made the entire room freeze. Jesse felt the difference like a breath being sucked in, and then Gideon was moving, climbing off, and he was left blinking against the sudden light.

“My turn.” Smiling around his fangs, Gideon found the leash dangling from Jesse’s collar and hauled him to a seated position. “I’m giving you a choice, boy. Feel like f*****g someone tonight?”

Jesse eyed the women in the room, each of them with stained mouths and flashing eyes. He shivered at the thought of burying his c**k in somebody tight, somebody heated with stolen blood from his veins.