The Vampire

I woke up groggy as usual. I'm lying flat on my back on a wooden table with shackles restraining my limbs and neck. I know that if I look to my left that there'll be a bottle of my blood, freshly harvested from last night. Unfortunately this has become my norm since being taken by the vampire, and it's been so long I've lost track of how long I've been trapped.

It'll be feeding time soon, I'm always fed after he harvests me, I suppose it keeps up my blood sugar or whatever. My table rotates so that I'm in more of an upright position and I see him enter my circle of light with a few bottles of unknown nutritious drinks. I have a gag strapped to my head with a hole so that a tube can be inserted so I can eat and drink things. I was resistant to this at first, but I now crave the few times that I am fed. I don't think that the vampire remembers how often a normal human is supposed to eat.

As I drink my breakfast, as I've decided to call it this time, I study my captor. He looks as if one of those classical statues came to life, even features, chiseled jaw, and perfectly messed up dark hair, except with a distinctly wrong feeling about him.

"You know," I start at his unexpected speech, he never talks to me, "I think I'm getting bored of you."

Oh shit, he's going to kill me, I knew I would die in this basement the second I saw it. My adrenaline starts to spike even though I know that I can do nothing to stop whatever he plans to do. I stare at him intensely while I wait for him to continue.

"Rest for today. I'll be back tomorrow." He leaves and I am once again left alone with my thoughts.

The next day I find that, in addition to my shirt which was removed in the early days, my pants have also been removed. This may as well happen. I drink the water that he offers me and watch him with trepidation, is this the day I die?

He eyes me up and down like a piece of meat, "I've brought you a few toys today, though I expect that you won't enjoy them for very long. I am going to hook you up and I might be back in about an hour to give you more water. You'll need it."

He pulls a cart into the light and removes two cups with tubes and wires attached to them. Something slippery and cold is applied to my nipples, that I think must be lube, before he places them on my pecs. They suction into place with a mechanical whir, and suck my nipples into them with a repetitive pump hiss sound.

Next he brings out a tube that attaches to a foldable stand that he erects to stand at groin height. I am still in my feeding position, but now he returns me to my default harvest position, flat on my back with only the ceiling to look at. I can't see what he's doing anymore, but I feel the same cool lube applied to my penis and I grunt in protest. My nipples are one thing, but nobody but myself has touched me there in a long time, and these were not the circumstances where I wanted that to change. Of course I couldn't do much considering I was still restrained.

I felt him grab my penis and begin to stroke me to hardness. When I am at full mast, he maneuvers me into a soft tube that sucks me in and begins pulsing vibrations all along my shaft.

Leaning over into my line of sight he smirks and simply says, "Enjoy." before disappearing back into the dark.

I am left alone with the sensations teasing my body. I had never played with my nipples, but the alien sensation was stirring something in my gut. The stirring was not helped by the fact that the thing on my penis was still going at it, slipping up and down in smooth slow rhythmic strokes. It felt like hours as my arousal slowly grew, but the device was just moving too slow to actually give me anything but a low buzz of pleasure.

The device must've been on some kind of timer, as I heard a click followed by the device picking up speed. Now it was really stimulating me, the increase in speed caused me to involuntarily try to buck my hips into the device and the low pleasure began to grow into a need for release.

The suction on my nipples also increased and it turned from vaguely pleasant to almost painful. I began to groan from the feelings. I knew that the vampire wouldn't mind if I was vocal, I was much louder than this when I was first brought here anyway.

I was twitching uncontrollably from the unrelenting sensations and I could tell that I would be cumming soon and that sudden thought filled me with dread. What if I came while the machine was still milking me before the vampire returned? Would it just continue to abuse my spent member long after I had anything to give until I was sore and screaming? This fear only seemed to arouse me more as I tried to resist my inevitable fate.

My breath was coming in short quick gasps and my muscles clenched and unclenched as I tried to resist my captors' machines when I heard another click. The suction had once again increased and I couldn't hold it back any longer. I screamed as I shot my load into the greedy machine, my vision going black as all my muscles clenched while I rode the waves of intense pleasure.

Unfortunately, the speed didn't reduce and my raw appendage was now being assaulted by intense and painful sensations that I was powerless to stop. I was crying now and struggling in a way that I hadn't had the will to in so long, but it did nothing to stop the feeling of pleasure and pain combined.

I must have come two more times before the vampire returned and I tried to plead that he turn it off, but all that came out was unintelligible cires of misery.

"Oh you poor dear, don't you look just darling! There's that liveliness that I've been missing." He walked over to stroke my hair as I looked up at him with pleading watery eyes. He placed a kiss on my forehead and trailed a hand to my chest, circling the pumps abusing my nipples with one long nail.

"Let's get you unhooked, I think you've produced more than enough for one day." He booped my nose and I was now crying for joy at my imminent release from this torture.

Once the pump was turned off and the devices were removed, he rotated me into the feeding position and fed a tube into my gag. A trickle of water began to flow into my mouth and I swallowed it greedily.

I could see the vampire inspecting a collection of 4 small vials, no longer than my pointer finger and filled with a white fluid, my sperm. He was holding them up to the light one at a time like he was inspecting the quality before tucking them into his jacket pocket. He walked back over to me, removed the water tube, and returned me to the harvest position for what I hope was a night of rest. I passed out with his cruel and beautiful face being the last thing I saw before falling into the velvet embrace of sleep.