Vampire Daddy
Meet Taylor Mackenzie, the rent boy who only relies on himself but knows a good thing when he sees it.
Sixty isn’t old for a vampire, I told myself for the umpteenth time as I scrolled through the faces and torsos on the hook-up app. I paused on profiles that had the little blood drop icon on them, but if they looked too young, I moved on.
I didn’t hit on barely legal pretty things. It was he who sent the first message.
Are you thirsty, Daddy?
Yes, I was.
Moreover, I was bored and alone in a hotel room in a strange city on the day of my sixtieth birthday. So, I replied:
Maybe.
Then I looked at his pictures and balked. Definitely too young . He had the face of an angel with big green eyes and summer freckles over the bridge of his nose. In one photo, he licked his full lips with the tip of his tongue and squinted with half-lidded eyes—a total hussy but oh so beautiful.
He sent an ass pic. Yellow painted fingernails digging into a fuzzy peach of a butt, and a pink little pucker, dry and innocent.
I’m so horny. Will you bite me and fill my needy hole?
I had no intention of picking him up on his offer. At first. He was less than half my age and pushy. But as I swiped through his pics, full of smoldering looks and lip gloss, I found myself entertaining the possibility. He had a smooth, narrow torso and a piercing in his belly button. When was the last time I’d touched a boy like this? A decade ago, at least.
Another beep announced the next message, a closeup of his ass and groin. This time, he lay on his back with his legs spread and up, so the picture showed his hairless balls and a hard cock. One finger dipped into his asshole.
Please, Daddy. I need you.
Yet another picture, this time, his exposed throat with a prominent vein running along the tendons.
My dick stiffened, and I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. He was so over the top, a field of red flags, but what the hell. Not like I had anything to lose.
It’s going to cost me, isn’t it? I wrote.
Maybe. And a winky face.
Shame niggled at me when I gave him the address of my hotel and sent him money for a cab. At least he gave me his real name. It showed up on the app when I transferred the cash.
Taylor Mackenzie.
He flounced into the hotel room with a sweet smile on his pretty face and didn’t protest when I asked to see an ID. He was nineteen. Fucking nineteen.
I bit him and fucked him twice that evening. He had such a distinct voice, melodic and lovely, and he moaned beautifully when I sucked his blood with my dick up his tight ass to the root. When he was high on my venom, he said the craziest, filthy things about my cock and what he wanted me to do to him. He called me his Daddy and told me he’d be my good boy.
“Your dick feels so big in me. Aah. Aah! It hurts. Oh fuck! Hurts so nice. Do you like it, Daddy? I want to be good for you. Do you like my hole? It hurts so good, Daddy. Thank you so much for giving me your big fat dick. I love it so much. Yes. Oh fuck yes. I like it so much. Please, fuck me harder, Daddy. Please. I love it when you hurt me deep inside. Aah. Aah. Do you like stretching my little hole?”
I hadn’t known I’d be into that, but his whines and submissive pleas did dangerous things to my lizard brain.
Then he lay there all fucked out and used, lighter by a full pint of blood, and I appraised my handiwork with a strange sense of satisfaction. I did that to him . His eyes were glassy, and his lower lip was chapped from how he’d bitten it. He batted his eyelashes as he asked, “Will you cuddle me, Daddy? Please.”
I opened my arms, and he scooted into my embrace and rubbed his cheek against my chest with a sigh.
“Thank you, Daddy. You smell so nice.”
He fell asleep.
When he woke up, it was early morning. He looked startled and began apologizing, his previous confidence gone.
“I didn’t mean to stay the night. You should have kicked me out. Sorry.”
He collected his clothes hurriedly and checked his phone with a wince.
“I’m really sorry. I’m going.”
I sat up on the bed, the sheets bunching around my waist. “Are you in a hurry?”
He looked up, his expression confused. “No. But I… Um. Usually, tricks want me to leave.”
“I can pay extra.”
His pretty lips parted, and he stared at me. “For what? I fell asleep on you.”
“I could have woken you up, but I didn’t. My fault.” I liked holding him through the night. He looked so innocent but smelled of filthy sex. His taste lingered on my tongue.
Then something in his face shifted, and he smirked crookedly. Mischief lurked in his eyes. He dropped the jeans he was about to put on and knelt on the bed.
“Please, Daddy. Can I suck your cock? I want to make you come.”
I threw the sheets off and parted my legs. Then I gave my hardening cock a few strokes.
He crawled on all fours and went to town on my dick. He gazed at me with his big doe eyes as he slurped and choked. What he lacked in technique, he compensated with enthusiasm.
“Such a good boy,” I told him.
He loved hearing that. His cheeks hollowed, he sucked hard and moaned around my dick. He swallowed every drop of my cum.
I sent him a few hundred more, and he left with a bounce in his step.
The next time I was in the city, I called him, and he came to my hotel again. I fed from him and used him all night long, fucking his hole and throat multiple times. He looked sore and hungover the next day. Feeling guilty, I sent him twice as much money as the first time.
Here I was, ten months later, in the same hotel, waiting for the same rent boy. Except I didn’t have to be here. I was on vacation. This wasn’t a convenient bonus to my business trip anymore.
I wanted Ty, so I flew across the country to meet him. Like a fool.
A quick rap on the door announced his arrival, but I didn’t get up from the armchair. I let him come to me.
“It’s open.”
He stepped inside, closed the door, and leaned against it. He was smiling wide, his cheeks pink and his eyes shining. He looked happy to see me.
“I dressed up for you, Daddy. Do you want to see?”
I nodded and gestured for him to show me.
He dropped the trench coat he was wearing and twirled around. The canary yellow lingerie looked stunning on his youthful body. He leaned with his front against the door and pushed his gorgeous round butt out.
The lace parted over his ass cheeks, exposing his crease. Of course the panties had easy access. Ty was anything but shy.
The lacy yellow panties were matched with a see-through camisole, outlining his tight pecs and hugging his hips.
“You look very pretty, my boy. Now come here and give me a taste.”
He walked forward, wobbling on his high-platform boots like a foal. It was cute. I clasped his wrist and brought the inside of his elbow to my mouth. My fangs dropped by themselves just from his scent. My body knew this boy now. Venomous saliva flooded my mouth, and I sank my fangs into the fragile skin.
“Oh, Daddy. I missed you so much.”
The rush of his arousal was visible. He shuddered and moaned, and his hard cock pushed against the lace of his panties.
I took only a few gulps, just an appetizer, then I brought him down on my lap. He was panting, his pupils blown, the venom coursing through his body.
“How have you been, my sweetest?”
“Sad. Without you.”
I no longer cared that most of what he said were just lines. I gobbled it up.
“I missed you too, my darling boy. Now, give me your throat.”
Ty always obeyed. I hadn’t heard a no from him once. He tilted his head to the side and offered me his throat.
I bit him three times along the vein, piercing his skin and sealing it right after, getting as much of my venom into him as possible.
When I brushed my hand over his lace-covered dick, he hissed. He was trembling.
“Please, Daddy,” he whispered.
His pupils nearly eclipsed his irises. He was as aroused as he could be, but he sat still, waiting for my command.
“Have you prepped like I told you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“On your knees, ass up. Now.”
He scrambled onto the floor and got on his knees and elbows, pushing his ass out toward me. His perfect hole winked at me, his rim glistening with lube.
I unzipped my pants and took my cock out. From the lube dispenser I’d put by the right leg of the armchair, I pumped out a dollop and smeared it down my dick.
Then I crouched behind him and pushed inside. The lace framed his ass, and my dick looked so wonderfully lewd, breaching his pale hole. He was well prepared, but his small body always resisted the invasion. I didn’t want to know what it said about me, but I loved that.
His muscles tightened, trying to get me out, but I pushed hard and forced through the resistance.
“Oh God! Oh my God!”
I was rough. I’d missed him painfully, and now I took my frustration out on him.
But Ty never complained. High on the venom, he mewled and whimpered as I thrust into him to the root over and over. He came after a mere minute, his asshole milking my dick like a pair of fists. I hugged him to me, lifting his upper body and pushing into him as deep as I could.
“That’s my boy, my horny little slut, coming for me.”
I circled my hips, stirring his insides, and he put one hand on his belly, feeling for a bulge. He was so skinny, his stomach flat, that when I fucked him deep enough, it showed on the outside. It was sick and the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“I love your cock so much, Daddy. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Use me, Daddy. I want you to use me.”
I bit him again, and this time, I drank.
Ty sobbed as the fresh dose of venom brought him another orgasm.
This was my happiest moment, my private nirvana—Ty’s tiny asshole clenching endlessly, his sweet blood flowing down my throat, and his ecstatic cries ricocheting off the walls.
I pumped him full of my cum.
After I retreated, I carried him to the bed. I unwrapped him like a present, taking off his ridiculous high boots, tugging his soiled panties down his lean legs, and dragging the cami over his head. I kissed him head to toe, giving him teasing little bites in strategic places. He liked to be bitten a lot, and he would open his legs and buck his hips if he wanted me to bite his inner thigh or the hollow by his hip.
I bit and licked, and it was like giving him gentle kisses. He writhed on the bed, hard anew, mindless with pleasure and desire.
“So passionate, my darling boy.”
“I can’t help it. You’re the best, Daddy. Nobody makes me feel so good. Will you bite my cock? Please, Daddy.”
I could never resist the soft whine in his tone when he said please .
I licked up his erection, then lingered with my lips at the base.
“Please!”
Holding an arm over his hips to keep him still, I angled my head to the side so I could close my lips over a small vein. Then I carefully pierced it.
Ty shouted. As I licked and closed the wound, his cock twitched and jerked.
“Fuck me, please! Fuck me!”
I spooned him on the bed and pushed my dick into his soiled, soggy hole. He let out a long wail, then a deep groan.
“Oh, Daddy. I love you. I love you so much.”
He sometimes said that when he was out of it. It didn’t mean anything. Just a part of the role-play he got well paid for. But I loved hearing it all the same. He didn’t have to know that when I said it, I meant it.
“I love you too, my sweetest. Love your cries, your beautiful innocent eyes, your filthy needy hole. I love it when you bleed for me. When you come for me.”
It didn’t take long for him to peak again.
Then he was exhausted. The blood loss and the high doses of venom always knocked him out.
I let him sleep for a couple of hours while I replied to a few emails. When he woke up from the nap, it was after ten. I drew him a bath and poured him a glass of the fizzy, too-sweet wine he liked. I had a glass of red.
“Don’t you want to join me?” he asked.
The tub was big enough, so I did.
He rested between my thighs, his head on my chest, as he drank the wine and played with the bubbles.
“How long are you in town this time?” Did I imagine the sadness in his voice?
“A week.”
At that, he turned in my arms, water splashing. “A full week?”
“Yes. I’m on vacation.”
His eyes did that cute thing they always did when he was surprised. They grew round and huge, the green in them shining.
“You came here for your vacation ?”
“I missed you.”
A blush and a happy smile. God. I was such a fool.
Such a damned fool.
Ty came from a trailer park in Nowheresville. His mother was an addict, and he grew up on free school lunches, hiding from bullies in toilet stalls and sucking off his counselor for chocolate bars and an occasional cigarette. He dropped out of high school and came to the city at seventeen, thinking he could earn money as a go-go boy. But as a self-taught kid from nowhere, he had no chance against all the dance school graduates struggling to get by. He bussed tables during the day and trolled dating apps for horny older vampires when he needed to pay rent in the sublet condo he shared with four others.
When I offered him what I was about to offer him, he would say yes because he was a survivor and not because he loved me. But I would ask him anyway.
I didn’t care anymore if he used me. I would let him, if not for any other reason than that he deserved a fucking break.
“Ty, baby boy, I have a proposition for you.”
He frowned when he heard the gravity in my tone.
“I want you to come with me,” I said.
Again, his green eyes grew impossibly large.
“Where?” he piped up.
“To my home. I’ll buy you a plane ticket, and you’ll come to live with me.”
And nothing. He stared at me with his mouth open, silent.
“I have a house. A huge empty house in the suburbs. It rains in Seattle a lot, but the pool has a roof.” I cleared my throat. His blank expression was scaring me. “You’ll live with me, and I’ll take care of you. I’ll buy you new clothes, a phone, and whatever you like. You can have a credit card with a monthly allowance. You need health insurance, baby boy. And when I travel for work, you can stay at the house or come with me, your choice.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
“You’re serious.”
I nodded. “Yes. I want you to move in with me.”
“In Seattle.”
“Yes. Less sunny than here. It’s easier for me.”
He blinked a few times, then shook his head as if trying to clear it.
“But why?”
“Because I want you for myself. It’s that simple. I don’t want to see you once a month and wonder what’s happening to you when I’m gone. I want you in my home where I can keep you safe. And yes, I want to drink from you and fuck you whenever the hell I please. There’s that.”
It made him smile. A sweet, tiny smile that brought out the shallow dimple on his left cheek.
“You’ll bring a cheap rent boy to your home? What will your friends say?” His voice got deeper when he was serious, and suddenly, he sounded much older than his twenty years.
I cupped his cheek, smearing bubbles into the strands of the soft hair by his ear. “They’ll envy me.”
Ty laid his head on my chest. “What if you’ll regret it?”
“I’ll never throw you out on the street, Ty. If we break up, I’ll get you your own place.”
He scoffed. “God, I forget how filthy rich you are.”
“You haven’t given me an answer.”
My chest rose and fell, lifting his head. He was quiet for a long moment, and I knew I had to give him time to think.
He won’t say no. Even if he doesn’t love you, he won’t say no.
His gaze was clear when he propped his head up on my pec to look at me. My clever boy had a plan.
“Can I get a driver’s license?” he asked.
Just as I thought, my Ty was a survivor. Maybe if I took care of him well, he would eventually let go of his fears and trust me.
“You can. In fact, when you pass, I’ll buy you your own car.”
His face lit up, but he shook his head. “You’re laying it on thick.”
I laughed.
I grabbed him under his arms and brought him higher up to kiss him. He licked into my mouth eagerly, his fingers digging into my scalp, and a weak voice in the back of my head whispered that he might really love me back.
When we lay in bed later, he was the little spoon, like always. He kissed my fingers where he held my hands to his chest.
“I want you just for myself too,” he whispered. “I don’t need a car or a credit card. I’ll get the license and find a job in Seattle, and you won’t have to pay me anything.”
I pressed a kiss into his hair. “None of that, boy. You’ll let your Daddy take care of you and say thank you .”
“Yes, Daddy.” There was a smile in his voice. “Thank you, Daddy.”
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