Howdy folks it's me your friendly neighborhood psychopath. I just recently started rewatching "My Babysitters a Vampire" it all happened because some joker favorited one of my stupid ass stories and I did what I always do. I took a look at their page, as I do, and something ever so fucked up caught my eye so of course I read it. Boy was it all kinds of screwed but it made me remember "My Babysiters a Vampire" and rewatching it made me realize how much I'd love to bang Ethan. I guess cutesy nerdy guys really do it for me. Golly I sure would love to see how many different ways I could make his voice crack. I wanna hear that girly boy scream! Wish he buy some vans or something tho, i hate his dumb nerd shoes. okay , okay enough of my monologuing, who's ready to Fuck Ethan Morgan?
You stare intently at his sweet face. Your eyes wander across his pale skin, all of it bare except for his underwear. You love the he looks, skinny, no muscles, messy hair. You bite your lip.
He hasn't woke up yet, you run you fingers across his spine, you see him shiver.
You lean down, "it's time to wake up now," you whisper in his ear. He doesn't open his eyes.
You lift his head and lightly tap his face, "wake up."
His eyes flutter open, drowsily he blinks and looks up at you. A look of panic spreads across his face he tries to back away from you. He can't.
"Where am I?" He asks his eyes darting around the room.
"None of your concern," you say flatly.
"Who are you?" He says panicked, struggling against the ropes binding him to the wooden beam.
"No one really, it's not important," you say with a wave of your hand, "now you on the other hand I am very curious about you."
You dig through the pile of his discarded clothes and pull out his wallet. You flip through it pulling out an ID.
"Ethan Morgan," you say your eyes darting to his face and back to the ID. You toss it aside and return your attention to Ethan. You kneel down level with him, he looks like he's trying to keep a straight face, or he's going to cry.
"You smell so good," you say tracing your fingers along his neck.
"Wait are you-" Ethan starts.
You flash your fangs, and then grin, "how'd you know?" you say feigning surprise, "you know I saw you and then I smelled you and I just had to have you."
He looks terrified, he yanks at his bound wrists trying to free himself. You wag your finger at him, "that won't work. I'm very good at that."
"Please don't eat me," Ethan whines, "I've got a history project I need to finish, I really can't die this week please."
"Oh don't worry I won't kill you, I won't even bite you even though I really, really want to. I just want a taste, and some pictures" you purr.
"What," Ethan asks. You don't give him an answer, you flip open your pocket knife then he starts screaming.
"Help! Help! Someone please help me!" he yells trying desperately to pull his arms out of the ropes.
"You really think if there were people in this building I'd be stupid enough to not gag you?" you say slowly moving closer to him. He keeps yelling, "it's abandoned you twit!" you yell over him.
"Help, someone help me! He's gonna kill me please! Someone!" he yells at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking about three different ways.
You grab his face with both of your hands, your knife still in one. He stops screaming and looks at it nervously, the cold metal practically touching his face. You smile softly at him.
"Shh shh shh," you hush him, "now I've got a ball gag but I don't want to have to use it. I wanna hear your sweet voice, so if you'd be so kind as to keep your voice down, that'd be wonderful."
He closes his mouth and goes silent.
"Now now you're allowed to talk, and whine, and plead, you don't have to be so quiet, just don't yell. Okay?" you purr, still cupping his face with your hands. He keeps his lips closed defiantly.
"Fine have it your way," you say the smile melting from your face. You let go of his face and step back to look him over. "Where am I going to cut you?" you say thinking out loud, "your face? I can't decide whether or not I want to mess it up." your eyes dart to his face, he shakes his head vigorously not saying a word.
"What's that? I couldn't hear you, speak up," you croon.
He frowns and shakes his head again.
You wag your finger, "so you want me to do it on your face?" you grin.
"No!" he yells, "Please don't."
"There you go," you say clapping sarcastically, "if not your face then your neck, hows that sound?"
"No , nevermind, please not my neck," he pleads.
"Too late, I've made up my mind," you grin, "you should've said something when I was taking suggestions."
He whines, "please just don't."
"Stop worrying, I won't cut that deep, I promise I won't kill you," you say swooping in close and holding the knife against the side of his neck.
He whines and tries to pull away, eyes wide and terrified.
"Ethan, Ethan, Ethan," you croon threading you fingers into his hair, "if you struggle like that I might nick you carotid, then you'd bleed out and I'd be sad," then you yank his head to the side to better expose his pale neck. You hold the blade against his soft skin and you see him trembling. You press harder and you see a tear run down his face. You drag the blade across his flesh and he screams. You stare fixedly at the cut as crimson seeps out. You bite your lip and inhale. You then lick the gash tasting the warm blood, you can feel Ethan cringe. You grin to yourself and then you suck, filling your mouth with his hot metallic blood.
"Please stop," he whines. You don't stop, not immediately then after another minute or so you release him removing your mouth from his pretty neck. You lick your lips. He shudders, his eyes flutter, he gasps.
"You like that," you bite your lip.
He shakes his head, vigorously, like someone who doesn't want to believe something, who can't believe something.
"What do you mean no?" you say cocking your head, "do you really even mean no?"
There are tears stream down his face now, those are tears of shame, you think you know what's going on. You smile.
"Aw honey what's wrong?" you croon.
He sobs harder, sputtering and gasping. He meets your eyes, you see the look of complete shame in his.
"I bet I can guess. I bet you liked it, it did something for you, turned you on."
He squeezes his eyes shut, "no, no, no ,no," he whines.
"That's your thing," you smile, "vampires?" you flash your fangs and cackle. Then you walk over to the dresser and pull out your polaroid camera. You wave it at Ethan.
"Smile," you purr. You snap a picture of his tear soaked face. You wave the photo then set it on the dresser. Then you snap pictures of him from the side and behind and then of his sweet bloodied neck.
You grin at him, "That was fun, now come on," you say flipping open your pocket knife again this time to sever the ropes on his wrists, "now if you try to get away I'll break your spine."
You cut the ropes on his legs and then tie his wrists together. He whimpers.
"Stand up," you order.
He doesn't. He won't move from the spot on the beam. You know exactly why. You pull him up by the arm and push him onto the bed. He crosses his legs hurriedly.
"Aw," you purr, "you want some help with that or you wanna do it yourself?"
He screws up his face and glares at you, he looks right pitiful his face all covered with tears.
"This is your fault," he spits.
"And?" you ask.
He closes his eyes he looks angry with himself more than me, "you deal with it," he slowly spreads his legs.
Your face splits into a wide grin, "you are amazing holy shit." you take another picture of him and set the camera down.
You lean in close and move your hands lightly up his thighs. He shudders. You slide back his underwear and look up at him. He's blushing, he looks so embarrassed. You look back down at his crotch. You take his dick in your mouth and bob your head up and down. You glance back up at him, he looks like he's enjoying himself. His eyes are half closed and he's breathing heavy.
You take your mouth of him and say, "feels good doesn't it," then you start sucking him off again.
He whines a little, god you're loving this.
Ethan grabs your head and gasps. You take your mouth off him again and he cums, all over your face. He looks terrified. You laugh.
"This is your fault, you deal with it," you grin using his own words against him.
"I'm so sorry, do you have a tissue or-" he starts frantically.
"Lick it," you muse.
He looks at you, "that's gross."
"What's gross is that it's on my face," you retort raising an eyebrow at him challengingly.
He frowns, sticking out his bottom lip, he looks like he might cry again.
You sit in front of him close your eyes and stick out you face and say, "I'm waiting."
You hear him inhale then exhale shakily and then you feel his tongue on your face. You open your eyes again and stare into his, he blushes and averts his eyes.
"Nuh uh uh, you gotta look at me," you whisper. You see his brow furrow then he looks back at you, meeting you eyes.
"Good boy, now keep cleaning up your mess."
When he's finished he backs up and looks away, "okay are you done now," says with an edge to his voice.
You laugh, "nowhere even close to done." you push him down on the bed. You grab the bottle of lube off the side table and pull his underwear the rest of the way off.
"What're you gonna do?" he says quietly.
"I'm gonna do you," you purr.
He looks at you like a deer in the headlights, "like sex?"
God he's so innocent, so sweet and pure. You love getting to soil him.
"Why else do you think I stripped you?" you ask positioning yourself above him.
You coat your fingers in lube and trace your index finger down his stomach, lower and lower until you're at his entrance. You slide one slippery finger inside him. He tightens around it. You move it and he exhales, letting out the breath he had been holding in. He's up again. You take your time adding more fingers, makings sure not to hurt him.
After you spend enough time preparing him you slowly pull your fingers out and he makes a little sound, almost a whine.
"Ready?" you ask unzipping your pants and whipping your dick out, so to speak.
"Huh?" He says.
"I'm not waiting any longer," you say. You push his legs up and apart and you enter him.
He gasps and his knees squeeze your sides. You move slowly and he pants.
"How's it feel?" You ask him with a smile.
"S'weird, I feel it, mm, in my stomach," he stutters.
"Yeah? Is it good? You like it?" You ask.
"S'good," he moans. You grin in a self satisfied kind of way.
You move and he moans. You move and he tightens around you. You move and he cums again.
"That was fast, you couldn't wait for me?" you laugh. You move again.
"Wait," he yelps, "gimme a second."
"That's not fair, now is it?" you ask. You don't wait for a reply. He moans loudly and tightens up again, squeezing you.
"You like that," you purr and speed up. He just moans. God he's cute, he's so pure and he's so honest and it just makes you wanna make him scream.
He pants, his breaths short and fast. His eyes are almost rolling back in his head.
"You enjoying yourself?" you ask. No response. You pound him harder.
He mumbles something.
"Hmm?" you ask but he doesn't hear you.
"Benny," he moans.
"Holy shit," you almost laugh, "you're thinking of someone else?" he still doesn't hear you.
"He your boyfriend? Do you wish he was your boyfriend? Do you wish he was doing this to you?"
"Benny, oh man, benny," he moans loudly.
"You're making me jealous," you say, tracing your finger down his face. He whines.
God he's hot, you're about to cum. You keep moving getting faster. He cries out and cums again. Just seeing his face does it for you. You pull out and shoot it on his stomach. Then you toss yourself down on the bed beside him both of you breathing heavily.
"Made you cum three times, pretty great aren't I?" you say sarcastically. He doesn't say anything. You look over at him, he's asleep. You laugh.
"I'm just that good," you say.
Ooo-wee ain't that fun, god I love Ethan, i love Benny too holy shit. Should like continue this and like include Benny. Cause I've got some ideas my dude. Oh boy! Hope you like my shitty stories.