Dave struggled ruthlessly against the other male which was soon found punishable by John once he gave the other a rather harsh slap to his ass as a warning gesture. All hope began to slip through his very fingers with each new touch and discovery that was made to his pale skin. John let out a deep chuckle when Dave hissed in response to a squeeze that was delivered to his growing length. "Fuck- stop.. please." Dave breathed through his teeth as he bit down on his pale pink bottom lip to try and silence himself as best as possible, his screams would be unheard anyways, and he didn't want John getting the pleasure of hearing him like this.
For some stupid reason, Dave thought it had ended when the other released his member, but he could never have been more wrong. The pale noirette removed his pants and briefs, along with his shirt, practically ripping off Dave's shirt in the removal process of their articles of clothing. Moments later when Dave had been close to making some sort of escape, John placed his hand on top of Dave's head, gripping a fistful of his shaggy blonde locks and gripping tightly. "Now be a good boy for me Davey, and I won't have to slit that pretty little throat of yours," John said, a grin formed on his lips in the darkness. This was all so surreal to Dave, what the hell was going on?
There was no doubt in Dave's mind that John wouldn't go through with his threat, so he very reluctantly got down onto his knees and looked up at the other, bright crimson orbs sharp like chipped rubies.
Now John stroked his hair lovingly, as if to praise him for actually obeying his orders. "You look so pretty on your knees like that, David, and I bet you'll look even better with my dick in your mouth."
Each word that came out of John's mouth dripped with lust, and filled Dave with minor horror, though he had half expected this to happen when he was forced down onto his knees in the first place.
John hooked his thumb on his bottom row of teeth, bright baby blues icy and dangerous. That was enough of a warning to show Dave who was in charge here and if he bit him, it wouldn't be a pretty ending to say the least for the young blonde. John's thumb skimmed his teeth, they were dull in comparison to his, but that didn't stop John from pulling down a bit more to force his mouth open for inspection.
Dave looked around the room now that his overly sensitive eyes had adjusted to the lighting, it was much easier to tell where everything was. Memories came back to Dave as he thought back on all the rounds of Mario Cart that they played in this room together, all the stupid pranks Dave would walk foolishly into when he came over, and he most certainly couldn't forget when he would hide the dweeb's glasses on him as payback for the earlier pranks that had usually taken place. But now those memories were being replaced with those that had been taking place right then. His mouth was open with little to no defiance in him as he thought of all the possible ways of escape right then, but for now, he would have to endure the treatment until there was any opportunities came to him.
Once John finished he met Dave's gaze, towering above him powerfully which was another trait John had over Dave to force him into submission. "Open up wider," John ordered, he knew the blonde had quite some skill with his mouth when it came to rapping, but now it was time to put him to the test.
The brunette grabbed the base of his shaft and positioned the head of his throbbing length no less than an inch away from his mouth, which should have been a pretty clear indication of what he wanted from him.
Dave opened his mouth in reluctance for the other, not that eager to find out what his punishment would be if he were to go against him again. Eventually John forced his head down enough so that nearly half of his length was engulfed in the tight wet heat of his mouth, but he didn't stop there. A loud pleasurable moan left the dominant brunette and the Texan was forced to take in more of his length. He tried his best to avoid his teeth from touching the member that slowly forced its way deeper into his mouth.
"Would you look at that, it turns out your mouth is useful for something," he said and chuckled down at the blonde who had finally managed to take all of his length.
He swallowed around the heat that throbbed in his mouth, he wasn't sure exactly how it all managed to fit but he hoped it would all be over soon enough. Eventually Dave began to bob his head, not willingly of course, but because John had a tight grip on his hair and had forced him off his length and back on again.
Occasionally sounds would be heard from the two boy's; from Dave it would normally be him choking or gagging around the thick heat that was being pumped down his throat, and from John it would be grunts or moans of pleasure and sometimes even snark comments or praises on how good Dave was at sucking him off, even though he was pretty much just fucking his mouth at this point.
Dave let out a low whine, he could feel the member pulse in his mouth each time it was pulled out and slammed back in. The head of his length hit the back of his throat, smearing precum all over the walls of his mouth that constricted around the length from his gag reflex. "Mmph..! Mm!" He could feel that John was getting close, but he wasn't being pulled off yet. Oh god.
While John was in the process of being sucked off, he pressed two fingers into Dave's mouth along with his length, just to lather them in his saliva while drool began to escape from his mouth and down Dave's chin, his features quite sharp and rather handsome in the darkness.
Once they were lubed enough, John pulled his fingers out of Dave's mouth, but not his dick, instead just leaning over the other male enough so that he could spread the other's cheeks where he poked and prodded at his tightened hole which indicated discomfort. John frankly didn't give a flying fuck though, so he pressed his index finger in first and only managed to get about half of his pointer in as he curled the digit and uncurled it to listen for Dave's reaction. Pleased with the whines and whimpers he received, he continued to force the finger inside of him deeper.
Dave had been a writhing and moaning mess as the other continued with his anal play, his moans and whimpers only stimulating more pleasure to the erect length that practically fucked his throat.
Soon enough John was pumping his index finger in and out of his virgin ass, sometimes going faster and other times slowing as he wiggled it around inside of him, rubbing against glands and searching for sensitive areas inside of Dave that he planned on ramming into once found.
John soon grew focused on his orgasm as he drew nearer to his climax, inserting a second finger inside the boy and wasting no time to begin ramming his finger in and out of him while he also began to thrust his hips vigorously, like an animal in heat as he fucked Dave's mouth with little to no mercy.
Tears began to prick at the corner of Dave's eyes from the rough treatment and the soreness of his throat, but he still didn't resist, just doing his best to keep up with the other's pace and continue to suck him off. It wasn't long before heat pooled in the pit of John's stomach and he came, shoving his length down Dave's mouth and forcing him to take it all. Spurt after spurt filled Dave's mouth and shot down his throat until he was at last finished with him. He straightened and looked down at the other, a smirk formed on his lips while showing fangs. "Make sure you swallow all of it, we don't want to waste a single drop." He purred out smoothly, only pulling out of the other's mouth once he was sure he had swallowed it all.
The taste that filled his mouth was bitter and salty, John's dick tasted of salt and sweat while his cum tasted nearly the same only much more bitter. Dave tolerated the taste, though, he swallowed it all down, cringing as the thick substance slid down his throat and the warmth went straight to his stomach, or so it felt.
It wasn't long after John pulled out that he was also soon on his knees, forcing Dave onto his back and kissing him hard.
His fangs scraped against his bottom lip, occasionally biting it but not hard enough to make him bleed as the kiss progressed and Dave took his lead.
Dave warily followed the other's pace, too tired to really fight against him anymore and then it hit him. The feeling of his fangs being dragged against his bottom lip made the blonde tense and his eyes shot open. He still didn't attempt to push the other off, now fully aware of the dangers of dealing with a demon and not having anyway to defend himself. He tried to play it cool and put on his pokerface in attempt to act like he was kissing a girl, kissing someone who didn't have fangs, kissing someone who wasn't John.
The kiss was eventually broken while John's nimble fingers wandered Dave's body experimentally, reminding Dave of the way that John played his piano for him the first time he came over. The way his fingers glided so gracefully over the keys, playing as if no one were watching, so carefree. Right now he couldn't exactly imagine John sitting at his piano bench or playing anything, really, only destruction came to mind at the thought of this John.
John leaned in closer to Dave, softly nibbling on the very tip of his ear as he murmured, "You're going to be one of us," just below a whisper, but loud enough for Dave to hear and make his pulse race in his chest.
The brunette chuckled and before Dave had any time to react, he was sinking his fangs into his neck, biting down harder each time Dave struggled.
Dave could feel the adrenaline rush he got as the venom entered him, his body foreign to the new found enemy entering him but too weak to fight it off. The feeling of his skin being punctured made Dave let out a loud scream, not out of pain, but out of fear and the agonizing thought of being one of them.
Once John pulled his fangs out of him, Dave shoved him off and actually managed, crawling over to the farthest corner of the room in a panick. He reached over to place his hand over what would soon to be a new scar of two small holes right on the side of his neck. He could feel the change, it was killing him.
