Blood Donor
Chapter 12
I groan as I wake up. I feel really sore, which is weird. I’m too strong to be sore. I blink as my eyes attempt to adjust to the dim lighting. Where am I? I don’t remember anything past drinking that blood. That amazing, intoxicating blood. The human equivalent to ecstasy? Try ten times stronger. I feel slightly addicted after just one use. But what did it make me do? I can’t trust myself if I can’t remember what I did.
I hear a noise next to me and see Bert lying there. That in itself is surprising, but the fact that he’s butt naked is even more so. I suddenly realize that I’m in the same state of clothedness. And we’re lying in a bed which is clearly not in a bar. Oh, god, what did I do last night? I have to know. I shake Bert’s arm until I’m absolutely sure he’s awake. He smiles at me before I can say anything.
“God I love that stuff. It always turns you guys into horny demons. I’ve got something to brag about after tapping your pretty ass.”
Apparently I don’t need to ask, but…What the fuck?! No wonder I’m sore! If what he’s saying is true I lost my gay virginity. I wasn’t planning on doing that ever. Unless Frank asked. I might have caved then. But to just have it taken? By a filthy bar man I just met? That is not okay.
“What?” I say out loud, “You know I have a boyfriend.”
He nods, “Yeah. And I asked you about him. You said something along the lines of, ‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Just hurry up and fuck my brains out.’”
Fuck. Now I feel guilty. I should feel guilty. I cheated on Frank before I even had sex with him. That was something I’d been thinking about lately, honestly. We’re both guys, so I know we both want it. But I’m really scared of hurting him. He’s such a fragile little thing. And now I feel like I won’t ever be able to face him. The guilt will eat me alive until I tell him. And I can’t do that without admitting I was high off whore blood. What will he think of me then?
“Door’s over there,” Bert says, pointing, “Go get back to your blood bank. And don’t touch my merch. First bag’s on me cuz you’re so damn fuckable. Any more and you’ll have to either pay or continue sleeping with me. And judging by your guilty face you don’t want that.”
He’s right. I don’t. I don’t want to disappoint Frank any more than I already have to. He thinks he’s helping me. I can’t shatter that by telling him I need drugs to be happy. I don’t need drugs to be happy. How did I let Bert convince me I did? I have a beautiful boyfriend who would do anything for me. I should do the same for him.
I begin gathering my clothes and glance outside. The sun isn’t quite set yet, which means I’ll have to wait a little longer. I don’t want to, but I return to the bedroom and sit on the bed that I can now tell is horribly cum stained. With lots of different people. How can he call others filthy whores and then live like one? Hypocrite.
“Why’re you still here?” Bert asks.
“I can’t go out. Sun’s still up.” I say simply.
He nods, “Right. Well, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna get my morning fix.”
Morning fix? I’m about to ask what he means when he pulls a bag from under his bed. Inside is an off-white block. Cocaine. I’d know it anywhere. I did a little when I was struggling through college. Bert starts cutting lines on his end table. His glass end table that I should have noticed sooner. He then snuffs them up fluently. He does this often. When he’s done he looks at me.
“Feeling nostalgia? I can see it in your eyes. I’m making you miss something from your human life. Which means you were a user. No wonder you were so eager with that blood.”
I don’t say anything. This guy reads me too well. I need to get out of here fast or he’ll have me cornered again. I can already see the beginnings of a suggestion in his eyes. He leans in close.
“Do you miss it?” he whispers.
“Miss what?” Good thing I don’t have a heart or body temperature. My nerves would be written all over.
“The rush. The high you get from just a little powder. Letting go of your control and no longer being responsible for your actions.” I know exactly what he means. And I do miss it. I hate it, but I miss it. And Bert’s not done, “For example, you can’t blame me for this because I’m high.”
And he kisses me, shoving his tongue past my lips. It’s such a sexual kiss, and I start kissing back. Dammit, what’s wrong with me? I know what it is. I’m horny as fuck. I didn’t need the blood he gave me to feel that way. I haven’t even been able to jack off for fear that Frank would walk in. Now I’m paying for that. Dearly. Because his hand is rubbing across my crotch, and I’m doing nothing to stop him. And it’s making me hard.
He brings his lips to my ear, “Drink from me.”
“Wh-what?”
“It’ll give you the same high. The one you miss. I know you can control yourself. So just do it.”
He presses his neck into my lips. I can feel his pulse. I can smell what he was talking about. The influence of the drugs is laced intricately through his blood. I should have gotten out while I had the chance. Now it’s too late. This guy is pulling me into a vicious place that I shouldn’t want to be a part of but do. For absolutely no reason I want to lose myself. I want to let go and do crazy things like fuck an almost stranger. Or let him fuck me again.
I pierce his skin and take a couple deep gulps of the foul tasting substance. Blood straight from the source is always so much better. Bert moans, which eggs my drinking on. If he enjoys it, I should too. Then I feel him getting weaker. Not much, but a little. I pull away and heal him. Just in time, too. The world around me starts fuzzing up. If I had stayed attached I wouldn’t have stopped. I feel my inhibitions slipping. What I said last night was so true. What Frank doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
I hear a noise next to me and see Bert lying there. That in itself is surprising, but the fact that he’s butt naked is even more so. I suddenly realize that I’m in the same state of clothedness. And we’re lying in a bed which is clearly not in a bar. Oh, god, what did I do last night? I have to know. I shake Bert’s arm until I’m absolutely sure he’s awake. He smiles at me before I can say anything.
“God I love that stuff. It always turns you guys into horny demons. I’ve got something to brag about after tapping your pretty ass.”
Apparently I don’t need to ask, but…What the fuck?! No wonder I’m sore! If what he’s saying is true I lost my gay virginity. I wasn’t planning on doing that ever. Unless Frank asked. I might have caved then. But to just have it taken? By a filthy bar man I just met? That is not okay.
“What?” I say out loud, “You know I have a boyfriend.”
He nods, “Yeah. And I asked you about him. You said something along the lines of, ‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Just hurry up and fuck my brains out.’”
Fuck. Now I feel guilty. I should feel guilty. I cheated on Frank before I even had sex with him. That was something I’d been thinking about lately, honestly. We’re both guys, so I know we both want it. But I’m really scared of hurting him. He’s such a fragile little thing. And now I feel like I won’t ever be able to face him. The guilt will eat me alive until I tell him. And I can’t do that without admitting I was high off whore blood. What will he think of me then?
“Door’s over there,” Bert says, pointing, “Go get back to your blood bank. And don’t touch my merch. First bag’s on me cuz you’re so damn fuckable. Any more and you’ll have to either pay or continue sleeping with me. And judging by your guilty face you don’t want that.”
He’s right. I don’t. I don’t want to disappoint Frank any more than I already have to. He thinks he’s helping me. I can’t shatter that by telling him I need drugs to be happy. I don’t need drugs to be happy. How did I let Bert convince me I did? I have a beautiful boyfriend who would do anything for me. I should do the same for him.
I begin gathering my clothes and glance outside. The sun isn’t quite set yet, which means I’ll have to wait a little longer. I don’t want to, but I return to the bedroom and sit on the bed that I can now tell is horribly cum stained. With lots of different people. How can he call others filthy whores and then live like one? Hypocrite.
“Why’re you still here?” Bert asks.
“I can’t go out. Sun’s still up.” I say simply.
He nods, “Right. Well, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna get my morning fix.”
Morning fix? I’m about to ask what he means when he pulls a bag from under his bed. Inside is an off-white block. Cocaine. I’d know it anywhere. I did a little when I was struggling through college. Bert starts cutting lines on his end table. His glass end table that I should have noticed sooner. He then snuffs them up fluently. He does this often. When he’s done he looks at me.
“Feeling nostalgia? I can see it in your eyes. I’m making you miss something from your human life. Which means you were a user. No wonder you were so eager with that blood.”
I don’t say anything. This guy reads me too well. I need to get out of here fast or he’ll have me cornered again. I can already see the beginnings of a suggestion in his eyes. He leans in close.
“Do you miss it?” he whispers.
“Miss what?” Good thing I don’t have a heart or body temperature. My nerves would be written all over.
“The rush. The high you get from just a little powder. Letting go of your control and no longer being responsible for your actions.” I know exactly what he means. And I do miss it. I hate it, but I miss it. And Bert’s not done, “For example, you can’t blame me for this because I’m high.”
And he kisses me, shoving his tongue past my lips. It’s such a sexual kiss, and I start kissing back. Dammit, what’s wrong with me? I know what it is. I’m horny as fuck. I didn’t need the blood he gave me to feel that way. I haven’t even been able to jack off for fear that Frank would walk in. Now I’m paying for that. Dearly. Because his hand is rubbing across my crotch, and I’m doing nothing to stop him. And it’s making me hard.
He brings his lips to my ear, “Drink from me.”
“Wh-what?”
“It’ll give you the same high. The one you miss. I know you can control yourself. So just do it.”
He presses his neck into my lips. I can feel his pulse. I can smell what he was talking about. The influence of the drugs is laced intricately through his blood. I should have gotten out while I had the chance. Now it’s too late. This guy is pulling me into a vicious place that I shouldn’t want to be a part of but do. For absolutely no reason I want to lose myself. I want to let go and do crazy things like fuck an almost stranger. Or let him fuck me again.
I pierce his skin and take a couple deep gulps of the foul tasting substance. Blood straight from the source is always so much better. Bert moans, which eggs my drinking on. If he enjoys it, I should too. Then I feel him getting weaker. Not much, but a little. I pull away and heal him. Just in time, too. The world around me starts fuzzing up. If I had stayed attached I wouldn’t have stopped. I feel my inhibitions slipping. What I said last night was so true. What Frank doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
@MayMayChan
Oh its fine! Sorry it took 6 months for me to reply, this website is messing up for me so much.
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