Title: Changes Part One

Chapter 5: Round Two

By: Cody Furlong

Jake moaned softly as he hung limply from his restraints, his exposed body burned with pain from the long torture session. That damn vampire was sadistic in the way he had enjoyed raping him over and over again. He was sure that whatever that tabby had forced into his body repeatedly over the hours hadn't been regular cum either.

Even though that black son of a bitch had left over an hour ago, he could still feel that vamp on and in him, smell the scents of cigar smoke and searing flesh. His wrists bled from where the rough rope had ground into his skin like sandpaper, and he was positive that he'd dislocated one of his shoulders with all the flailing around he had done.

His athletically muscled torso sported small clusters of cuts that still oozed blood from where Grendel had dug his claws in. The bound Swat Kat shivered remembering how the tabby would first claw a red line into his flesh, then stick the burning end of his cigar into the wound. Spots that would normally have given him pleasure became sites of pain his nipples, belly button, sheathe and sack. Not even his abused hole had been spared as he'd felt the burn of that large cigar inside him.

The cinnamon feline hated that blood sucker for the pain and humiliation he'd given him, and hated himself for the screaming climaxes that had been forced from his trembling body. He knew that he'd been emptied off all of his seed before his torturer had finally left.

Closing his eyes the ex-enforcer tried to will the pain away, he had no idea what time it really was. Based on what he knew from the many horror movies he liked to watch. He guessed the immortal had gone off to either sleep, which meant it was daytime, or to feed meaning it was night. That was of course providing that the real life versions worked the same way as the movie undead. Either way he was glad to be alone as he tried to will his body to get some rest before his tormentor returned.

When Jake next awoke he immediately knew he was in for more trouble since he wasn't in the same position he'd gone to sleep in. Instead of strung up like a side of beef he was now laying restrained on a cold metal table. His legs were held apart by thick leather straps around his ankles while his arms were fixed at his sides by similar straps.

Other than still being naked the wounds on his wrists had been bandaged up, and his shoulder had even been put back into place as well. The vigilante groaned outwardly at the change, it never bode well when your captor went to any lengths of keeping you healthy.

Swiveling his head around as much as he could it appeared as if he hadn't been moved to a different room. At least what he could see looked the same, though that didn't mean he couldn't have been moved to an identical room elsewhere. He didn't even remember having fallen asleep, and there was no telling how long he'd been out. The sudden smell of cigar smoke burning into his nostrils was the only warning he got before he felt the cursed tabby's presence burrowing itself into his mind again, bringing his inspection to a quick end.

"Crud…not again…" The reddish brown feline growled mentally remembering what had happened the first time he'd felt the strange sensation.

The source of the intrusion chuckled softly as he walked around from where he'd been hiding out of his pet's view. "So good yer awake Swat Kat, I was startin' to get bored."

The hero defiantly stared up at the vampire, having to look past the hard, veined pole that protruded proudly from his crotch, then beyond to the rock hard torso of his kidnaper. The slim male gasped when he felt his body flush with heat and sudden desire for that powerful body. He knew it was that sadist's doing but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break his gaze away or fight off the urges racking his body.

Grendel smiled broadly as he watched the grease monkey lick his lips knowing he had the mortal right where he wanted. "You want me don't ya kitten, you want me to hurt you more don't you?" Clouds of putrid smoke wafted from his mouth the cigar bobbling up and down as he spoke.

The prone Kat only let out a low moan, his mind fully under the influence of the tabby, his body indeed wanted it and so much more from the commanding male.

"Since you were such a good pet screaming out for yer master yesterday I have a reward for you little one."

The blood drinker purred before climbing up on the table, then on top of the smaller tom.

Positioning his knees on either side of Jake's head the larger tom thrust his crotch into his captive's face, rubbing his thick, throbbing meat over his soon to be slave's lips. "Go on… I know you want to taste it…"

Inwardly Jake felt like he was going to retch as outwardly he obediently opened his mouth, letting the tip of the tom's penis push past his teeth. The cinnamon tom didn't even gag as he took the cock all the way down, until his nose was firmly pressed into the dark fur of his master's crotch. All he could do was let out muffled moans of unwanted pleasure as the tom on top of him began to hump his muzzle deeply.

The vampire grunted and growled, puffing out large clouds of gray smoke as he forced his large erection down the other males tight throat. "Mmmmm….. yeah…that's a good sex kitten!"

The smaller male responded to the words as he started to suck and lick over the invading organ in earnest. He couldn't believe that he really wanted to feel this male unloading his ball sack into his stomach.

The undead tom knew it wouldn't be much longer, once Jake had swallowed his vitae the Swat Kat would truly be his. The thoughts of what his blood would do to the mortal and the fun he'd get to have afterward is what finally pushed him into his climax.

The slim tom moaned out in want as he eagerly swallowed the metallic, bloody tasting fluids being pumped into his muzzle. Gone was any rational thought, drowned out by his new master's commanding power filing him both mentally and physically.