Brutal Brawls

FREAKER:

I'm finally home. Fucking day, fucking job. I'm tired and a quick glance in the bathroom mirror makes me understand just how much. I flex my pecs. An old bodybuilder's reflex... exhibitionist, yeah. The day was full of freaks. Monsters, and others who firmly believed they were. I'm a doctor in an underground hospital run by the state. Its purpose is to attract peculiar beings whose powers might one day serve national defense. 

It's almost midnight. Tomorrow, I'm operating on a hybrid being capable of dematerializing. I'm going to remove the bimoral gland that allows its mutation. I don't think it will survive. But I have no moral qualms. I work for science and to make humans superior beings. Anyway, I hate monsters.... Especially vampires.... I check my messages on my phone one last time and the schedule for tomorrow. I hesitate to jerk off to a photo of a guy I met at the gym. A monster himself, but of muscles. I turn off the light. The night will be short. Wake up at 4 a.m

BOOM BOOM BOOM...; The whole walls and the floor vibrate. Screams, laughter as if my room were a nightclub. Not tonight. I get up. I bang on the wall. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! " The music doubles in volume; The laughter intensifies? I put a tank top over my blood-stained surgeon's pants. "I'M COMING, GUYS" I feel the testosterone spreading through my body. I live at 321 and the party is at 322. New arrivals, moved in last week. According to the concierge, they moved in during the middle of the night. I clench my fist. "BOOM BOOM BOOM" I feel the door vibrating under my blows. A shoulder charge and I'd be in. But I like good neighborly relations. "OPEN UP, YOU ASSHOLES!!!"

DREAM BREAKER:

"Is someone missing? Is someone running late?" is the first thing that comes to mind when I hear loud banging on the door. I run my fingers through my hair to smooth it down a little before opening the door. I immediately recognize the man as my charming neighbor, whose bulge between his legs I have so often stared at and pondered on lonely mornings, until I got Max, a former Marine and future... well, we'll find out soon. I snap out of my thoughts and stare at your face with my black eyes. "Mr. Neighbor, happy Valentine's Day," I smile charmingly. "Please come in, how can I help you?" I place my broad palm on your shoulder and, without waiting for your answer, pull you inside the apartment, closing the door behind you.

FREAKER:

I don't let anyone touch me normally. Nobody lays a hand on me. But this guy is impressive. His muscles are powerful. He's taller than me. And damn, he's totally my type! I've run into him two or three times in the building lobby, but never really paid attention to him, too focused on my daily operations. I feel my dick getting hard under my thin surgeon's pants. I'm not wearing underwear. I like to feel my dick rubbing against the fabric and especially to feel the looks of the nurses who assist me. Usually, I fuck one of them after the operation. The room isn't crowded. Barely a dozen women and men. They stop talking and all stare at me, as if I were the main course at their party. My instincts awaken. The sense of smell first. The air heavy with a metallic odor mixed with that of corrupted flesh. I feel like I'm back in my operating room. Then their pale complexions, for some almost cadaverous like those of the vampires I've encountered. I shrug. Not here next to my place, in my building. I would have noticed.

There are more women than men. Particularly three guys are also impressive. My neighbor has good taste. There's especially a young, very muscular blond guy with glasses. My weakness... I fall for it every time... But not tonight. Tomorrow's operation is essential and I need to be at my best. Action being better than words, I cross the room, shoving some people on my way. I feel their heavy breathing of desire. I've stumbled into an orgy... But not tonight. I rip out a cable and cut the music. "Sorry guys, the party's over. Some of us have to work early tomorrow morning!" I'm about to leave the place when I hear moans, bangs against the wall in a neighboring room. Not my business. This bunch of perverts can do whatever they want, as long as it's not noisy. I flex my muscles to impress them a bit more; certain that I've solved the problem.

DREAM BREAKER:

"I am so sorry, Mr...? What was your name, sir?" - I pause and lock the door from inside. "We have a special celebration tonight, it´s Valentine´s day and something very special is going to happen. I am sure we can sort this out somehow". My voice is calm and quiet penetrating into your head as I place my wide hand on your shoulder again turning to look at my guests. "The dinner has arrived".

I turn my face back to you and have a friendly, understanding smile on it. "Why don´t you join us tonight? Before the midnight it all will be over and you can have your rest in all peace and silence.. eternal rest". You listen to my words watching how two fangs appear from my open mouth as the guests gather around, circling us. All of them are showing you their long, sharp fangs. "Relax good man. This all will be soon over", I laugh when the moans and bangs against the bedroom door get all the time stronger and louder. "Seems someone else wants to join the party too, and he seems to be hungry, deadly hungry", I chuckle and take a step away from you allowing my guests to get closer.

FREAKER:

FUCK!!! I find myself trapped. But they don't know who I am. I hate vampires more than anything. Their falseness, their cowardice, their cruelty. I am surrounded and I see my host step back to offer me as an appetizer. The women are as greedy as the men. I would even say they are eager to enjoy this magnificent body. My first idea is to get out of here and fast as I turn around and run to the door. But they reach me fast and stop me.

The first one tries to bite me. I grab her mouth and with both hands I tear her jaw open, creating a gaping wound that rips off her nose and splits her forehead. My strength is legendary in my service. I've eliminated more than one monster with my bare hands. She steps iback in pain and sprays her blood in powerful jets. The smell is foul and the banging on the door in the next room redoubles in power. The other women back away, carrying my first victim, feasting on her blood. I find myself facing the three bodybuilder vampires. I am covered in blood and probably look quite appetizing. I flex my biceps, making thick veins appear under my skin. This drives them wild.

DREAM BREAKER:

I have a wild feeling this will turn into a blood bath soon. I take a step away from the ring and stay watching feeling how my cock gets stiff in my tight pants. Max is going to break the fucking door any moment. I just hope my little guests will weaken you enought to serve Max a warm dinner.

FREAKER:

The blond guy with glasses throws himself at me. I grab him by the crotch and armpit. I lift his 99 kg above my head and throw him with all my might through the bay window. I see shards of glass cutting him. He flies away without a second thought. Maybe he'll come back for medical attention, and I'll fuck him up. The other women take the opportunity to flee as well. Only the two muscleheads remain. Vampires have the same weak points as humans. I hit the first one in the crotch, shoving his balls inside him. His breath is cut off and his face is twisted in pain. I flip him over, locking him in an armbar. I run my hand over his throat. My dick gets hard as I feel his muscular back and his firm ass. I block the window with my large frame.

His colleague, mad with rage and drunk on the spilled blood, tries to approach. I grab a piece of broken glass and shove it into my opponent's throat. The other one backs away, helpless. Apparently, this is his boyfriend I have under my control. With a quick circular motion, I slice his head off and rip it away before throwing it towards him. I release the body, which falls heavily on the blood-soaked floor. His lover throws himself at me and I impale him right in the heart on my piece of glass, lifting him with one arm so the blow penetrates deeply. Then I pull back, taking his still-beating heart with me in my hand. I turn back to my host. "Looks like we'll have to change the menu."

DREAM BREAKER:

This goes too far and I must stop this before it´s too late. I push the rottening bodies away from my way as I rush to you and give you a hard bitch slap on the face while my right hand snaps a grab of your throat lifting your massive body up until your legs are swinging in the air. "Impressive Doctor, but not enough". My fingers wrap around your windpipe as I crush your Adam´s apple into your narrow air conduct. "Is this how you pay back my hospitality?". My fangs are shining in the candle light as I hit my forehead into your face.

FREAKER:

I had forgotten how powerful and strong vampires are when they're gorged with blood. And my neighbor is an exceptional specimen. I find myself in the air, my throat crushed, deprived of air. My cock is still hard. Strength excites me, as does the smell of this muscular monster. He's excited too. What a shame for us to meet in these violent circumstances. Otherwise, what a night of fucking we would have had together.

I see his teeth approaching dangerously. He headbutts me with his forehead. Blood flows from my nose. I've had worse. I see his gaze full of lust. There's no question of me being transformed into a species I despise. Quickly, I bring my hands to his eyes and forcefully shove my fingers into them, hoping to burst his irises and make him let go, seized by the pain.

DREAM BREAKER:

If you thought the music was loud, it still couldn't compare to my roar as your fingers tried to pierce my eyes. My attempts to hypnotize you with my voice and mind did not seem to have any effect on you. You fight back in a way that mortals are not usually capable of. I scream in pain, but above all in rage at the arrogant behavior you provoke in me. I throw your body forcefully across the living room, watching it slam into the opposite wall. Your face tells me that you have not given up the fight, as you get back on your feet. "Admirable, you would make a magnificent vampire," I say to myself as I rub my eyes.

FREAKER:

My fists are coated in your blood, the coppery scent filling the air. "Your voice might control others, but not me!" I shout, spitting out a mouthful of crimson. "I've faced worse than you!" I hear the noise in the next room getting stronger and a man voice pleading. Then I charge at you and drive my knee into your gut, feeling the satisfying crunch of ribs giving way. "You'll have to do better than that!" I roar, grabbing a shard of broken glass from the floor and slashing it across your chest, leaving a deep gash. "This is what happens when you mess with the wrong mortal!"

DREAM BREAKER:

I stumble and struggle to keep my feet on the ground. No other mortal has ever treated me like that, wounding me and making me struggle. Although I am not concerned about my injuries, which will heal in a few minutes, I am confused by the force with which you strike me. I stumble backward from the force of your blow and fall through the glass table behind me, shattering it into hundreds of pieces that pierce my body everywhere. I clumsily try to get up before you can continue your attack, but you are quick and are already standing in front of me with an almost maniacal look on your face. I raise my arms, trying to block your next blow.

FREAKER:

When I see you on the floor, afraid, trying to protect your body with your arms, I grasp a heavy wooden leg from the shattered glass table. With a swift and brutal motion, I strike your crotch with relentless force. Then, I press the weapon against your torso, feeling the resistance of your flesh as it gives way. I push deeper, hearing the "blop" of your abs. Unsatisfied, I strike your head once, twice, three times, until your eyes roll back and you fall limp, unconscious. Blood trickles from your nose and mouth, staining the floor. I reach for a long, sharp shard of glass, its edges glinting menacingly in the light. It resembles a sword, poised to pierce your heart. I raise my arms, ready to impale you. Suddenly, a loud crack of breaking wood and a roar fill the room. I turn just in time to see a massive, muscular figure charging at me. His chest is a wall of muscle, glistening with sweat. His eyes are wild, filled with a primal fury.

DREAM BREAKER:

I roar and hiss like a hoarse-voiced lion in pain, the pain I had forgotten existed. I have never been this close to destruction, and I am already preparing for the final, decisive blow when I see Max rushing towards us. He is hungry and furious, smelling the intoxicating, metallic scent of blood in the room. Despite my near-unconscious state, a wicked smile spreads across my face. "Max, suck him dry, satisfy your hunger, kill him!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

The smell of human blood tickles my nostrils as I wake up in a strange room - modernly decorated. Flashes of memory rush through my mind but nothing I can piece together; a gym session, a drink at a bar, a stranger, a big muscular guy, a kiss... images flood my mind, randomly as I open my eyes, lost, disoriented. Something is different, weird... I feel the blood in my veins rushing faster, like it was replaced with... nothing? air? I jolt up, running my hands all over my body, looking and searching to see if I am bleeding as I feel strange... not myself.

I touch my legs, they are fine. They feel rather strong, tight in my black jeans. My arms. It seems they have grown... harder, more muscular, if that was even possible. I feel suddenly a rush of cool air at my neck. It must be wet, I must be bleeding. But as I put my fingers on it, I feel nothing, its dry... except for two punctures. And that's when it hit me - That hot muscular tall man from the bar... that feeling of submission when he traced his hands all over me, that gentle caress, that kiss... THAT KISS... I jump up from the floor, and rush to the mirror hanging on one wide of the room... BUT I DON'T SEE ANYTHING AT FIRST.

'THE FUCK?' I think to myself, squint my eyes, and then I appear. I see myself. Must be my eyes, playing tricks... but then I also see the holes on my neck and that little trickle of blood, and again the images in my mind. The memories come back stronger. I know what happened to me. 'HE BIT ME." I remember. But it felt longer than just a bite, and longer than just a kiss... And then that empty feeling taking over me, like someone was pumping air into my veins instead of blood. I feel empty... hungry now, all of a sudden.

Everything goes so fast, and soon... anger takes over. I feel my muscles tensing when a whiff of blood hits my nostrils. I look around but there is nothing, no one in the room. There is however a loud ruckus outside the door, and some talk, some commotion... but mostly, a heavy stench of blood. My senses are heightened it seems. Not only can I smell blood from where I am through the opening of the door - the key hole, the space between the floor and the door, but I can also hear two men arguing behind the loud music, glass and wood breaking and people screaming. I can also, distinguish two different smells, and hear a heart beating, and a loud pulse. How? Why? I look in the mirror and see my reflection fade away a bit and then reappear... unstable.

Anger takes over, and I rush to the door to open it, trying to get out. I need to see what is happening, need answers. My muscles tense. They ripple with power and adrenaline. I bang at the door, shaking it, almost bashing it. The noise outside is mixed - people screaming, a window shattering, someone bleeding...? There is that pulsating sound again... like blood rushing through a thick vein. But why am I hearing it? And why just one? I slam at the door more, and it starts to bend, crunch, and soon enough, it is breaking, cracking. It finally gives, and explodes into two pieces, dropping to the floor. I stand in the frame of the door, my shirt open, muscles rippling underneath, looking at a massive guy in the messed up living room, all drenched in blood... but it seems not to be his. His own is still trapped in his body, coursing through that vein in his neck, pulsating. Not only can I see it pumping through his beautiful muscles, I can also hear it, and smell it. And as I do, I feel a shift in my mouth, something growing. I move my tongue and feel two teeth growing... 'a vampire? I am a vampire? HOW?' I think to myself, but my body, for now, moves on its own almost hearing the words of the guy standing behind, another hot muscular, the guy I remember from the bar. And that's it...And there in front of me, the only human in the room... the only one around with... 'a pulse'. I NEED HIM. I NEED TO FEED, AND FILL THIS VOID... I step out of the room, flex my muscles, open my mouth, and snare at him.

DREAM BREAKER:

Although Max is still a young vampire and his powers are not yet those of an old one, nothing is stronger than the urge caused by hunger, which can sometimes be even greater and more destructive than other powers. I see in Max's eyes the need that drives him, a man who couldn´t be stopped by nothing, by anyone. I drag myself to the side to watch the coming battle for a moment, while my recovery and the healing of my wounds begin immediately. Max gives me just enough time to regenerate back to full strength. I drag myself back to sit leaning against the wall. "Drink his blood, drain his soul, satisfy your hunger."

FREAKER:

Fuck!!! How many are there? In any case, my neighbor really has good taste. I burst out laughing. Good taste, that's the case to say it. The guy with his shirt open, his muscles quivering under his thin skin, makes me immediately hard. He hisses at me. I abandon my neighbor who cowardly hides in a corner of the room. I still hold my improvised sword. What a shame to impale such a beautiful specimen. He has something familiar... Maybe because of his two long teeth that have appeared in his mouth and because that's how one represents a vampire. I feel my heart beat faster at the idea of confronting him. Lately, I've only had to deal with losers at the hospital. My blood roars in my veins, which form a dense and thick network under my skin. I can see that it's driving him crazy. Apparently, I'm supposed to be his meal. I flex my biceps and forearms to accentuate my venous muscles. I take a defensive position, firmly planted on my feet, the glass tip pointed at him, ready to strike. I'm soaked in the blood of my victims. I think that's how he prefers me.

As I stand here, heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement, I can't help but think about the transformation these creatures undergo. Becoming a vampire is like stepping into a world where your senses are on fire, where every scent, every sound, every touch is amplified to a level that's almost unbearable. The same for the strenght. A relentless hunger drives them, a thirst that can never truly be quenched. I've seen it in their eyes—the primal, unyielding need that makes them unstoppable. And now, as this vampire hisses at me, his muscles quivering under his skin, I realize that I'm not just facing a monster, but a being caught between the human and the supernatural, a creature of both raw power and eternal struggle. The worst part is that he's not fully transformed yet—he's in that dangerous in-between state, hungry and half-human, half-monster. This is the most dangerous phase, where his instincts are raging, and he's driven by an insatiable thirst for blood. It's a terrifying thought, but I can't help feeling a strange fascination as I prepare to face him, my improvised sword at the ready.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I have flashing images flood my mind - recognizing the man who just stepped back calling me to feed and satisfy my hunger as the guy I met at the bar earlier... the same guy who brought me back here and... bit me. 'He bit me.' I think to myself, fuelling my anger again. 'He made me like this.' As I feel my pulse quickening, .y blood pulsating in my veins. My muscle tense and flex instantly, almost involuntarily as if a force within me is taking over. I need to attack, and kill him... I ball up my fists, squat down a bit, taking a stance. The new fangs in my mouth grow a bit more, poking at my tongue as I run it under them. "The fuck... I feel stronger than ever..." I say in a low voice. "But I need to feed..."

My thoughts are cut short and unexpectedly by a loud banging... the sound of a quickening heartbeat, and the sound of rushing liquid - the blood of this human coursing though his veins all over his muscular body. The traces of foreign blood on his muscles make his veins more visible as they pump and move under this skin. What a sight. I lick my lips and those sharp new tools in my mouth. I smile at you and lunge. In this state of being half human, half vampire gives me an edge - I am fast and strong, yet I can still read your moves almost before you make them. I still think like you... a muscular fighter ready to fight back. I need to disarm you, so I side-step and grab your arm holding the large piece of glass shard, twisting it to your back and locking your arm. I hiss and try to get closer to your neck from behind to take my first bite...

FREAKER:

I can feel the heat radiating from your muscular body. Your scent is still human—a mix of sweat and cologne. I can also smell the testosterone, rapidly increasing during your transformation. You have the reactions of a bodybuilder on steroids. You feel powerful, unbeatable. Quickly, you are on me, hungry and enraged. I feel excruciating pain as you twist my arm back. I drop my weapon. I'm afraid you'll dislocate my shoulder, but even more that you'll bite me. And then I have to act while you're alone and your companion is still too weak to join the fight. I drive my heel back into your groin, violently hitting your balls, which I feel sink into you. You're still human, and I can imagine your pain. I manage to break free, the surprise of my attack having stopped you for a moment. I position myself in front of the broken window. I rub my shoulder to ease the pain. I wait for your next reckless attack. I hope that if you charge at me, I can use the force of your momentum to throw you out the window. With any luck, you're still too human to be able to fly.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull back moaning loudly after that mule kick into my soft sensitive balls. I drop to one knee, in pain as I see you over to the window. "You really think I am going to fall for that trick?" I say to you as I spit to one side, getting up, rubbing my bulge to ease the pain and the nauseous feeling. I look around, searching for the guy who bit me and put me in this predicament... I see him recovering on the side, watching as his cuts and gashes heel nicely, with no trace, as if nothing has happened. I look back at you and flex. There is however a little voice in my head with the flashing images that snaps me back to reality, reminding me that I don't have much time... By midnight I must have had my first drink of blood to stay alive. If new blood does not fill my veins, I will become a cadaver, rotting away. I smile at you, and wave you over. "Come on, doc. Let's dance a bit." My attention drawn to a large mirror on one side of the room, I notice that the only two reflections visible are yours and mine... the room in the mirror is empty. "Just one little bite will not harm anyone..."

FREAKER:

The mirror doesn't lie—he's still human. My mind races with the ways to kill a vampire: garlic, a stake through the heart, cutting off the head, holy water. Nothing really useful. But I have a chance because he's still human. The only thing I have to do is avoid his teeth. While he's still talking, I see my chance. I force myself to calm down, drawing slow, steady breaths to make my heart beat slower, to make the blood in my veins rush less frantically. I can't let him smell my fear. I lunge forward, and unleash a furious barrage of punches. Every muscle in my body coils and then explodes with force as I drive my fists into his face, his pecs, and his gut with all the force I can muster, aiming to keep him stunned and away from me.

DREAM BREAKER:

I am recovering fast - something that is not anything strange for an ancient vampire like myself. To see those two muscle guys in fierce fight, fight for life and death, just as it should be always. The sight is so entertaining my cock gets healed first and pokes out from my pants ready to participate. But at the moment I prefer to watch my newborn partner going to devour his first victim, the handsome doctor.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I take the punches hard, rough, brutal and relentless... my whole body shakes, taking every hit with precision. But you are simply hitting a piece of dead meat as my body has lost most of its human feelings. The hits rain on my skin, bruising it, but my human mind stays strong, forcing me to remain resistant. I drop to my knees and that makes you pull back just a step, and stop your attack. I look up at your, bloody teeth now, smiling. "You are good. Methodical..."

As I drop and compliment you, I see you step back just a bit... but enough for me to... reach out and snap grab your bulge tight. I pull you by it towards me, and tug down on your balls, forcing you to join me on your knees on the floor. "But you will fail. You will help me take a step into my new self." I pull you in closer, intending to hug you. But at the last second, I head-butt you hard, grab your head and slam it down to the floor. "You are strong but you should try this treatment, really. It feels great..." Flipping you onto your back, I grapple and straddle you now, pinning you in a school-boy hold, my knees on your arms, forcing you down.

FREAKER:

Fear washes over me, a chilling certainty that my end is near. My mind, despite the pain, races: I know you. But from where? The voice that escapes my throat is hoarse, trembling. "Wait...." I look at you, trying to place your face through the pain and blood. "Please... let me live. I can help you." The offer is desperate, an attempt to buy even a single second. "I'm a doctor. I can take you to my hospital. There's blood there... in quantity. Whatever you need."I plead with my eyes, every word a battle to survive, a maneuver to buy time. My mind races, searching for a way out, a weakness, anything. But the pain... It's there, burning and humiliating, on my crushed head and where you grabbed me by the balls to force me to my knees. But that searing pain suddenly becomes a fuel. A white-hot rage. My mind stops pleading and starts plotting.

I stop struggling completely, letting my body go limp for a fraction of a second. Then with a roar, I explode. I bridge my back off the floor with all my force . You body, expecting dead weight, is thrown violently forward. You knees lift off. My right arm is still trapped, but my left is free. I swing it around, grab the back of your head by your hair, and use your own momentum to slam your face down into the hard floor. I buck my hips again, scrambling out from under. I roll to my knees, then my feet, standing over you. The pain in my face and my groin is still there, a throbbing reminder, but it's now eclipsed by the adrenaline.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I watch, dazed, as you get up and stand tall over me. You are really a strong guy. I cannot believe how easily you bucked and forced me off you. I am on my knees, hearing you chuckle and rub your neck, and bulge. I wait until you move your hand a bit off your balls and strike you with a mule kick straight into those orbs. "No one refuses my offer. I asked you kindly to join me... us..." I look back at the Vampire standing on the side, watching. "Now what? You just gonna stand there stroking that cock?" I mock him as I get up next to you while you fold in pain.

FREAKER:

Agony detonates through my lower body the instant your heel connects. It’s not just pain—it’s a blinding, nauseating shock that steals my breath and folds me in half. My legs betray me, knees slamming into the ground in the middle of the broken glass. It is as if the strength has been yanked straight out of my spine. Heat and ice crash together in my groin, the sensation radiating up into my stomach, my chest, my skull. I gag, air rasping uselessly in my throat, vision swimming as the world narrows to a single point of suffering. My muscles spasm. Sweat breaks out instantly, cold and slick. Every heartbeat makes it worse, each pulse another spike that reminds me how exposed I am..

The other vampire is already moving, his wounds sealing themselves as if they were never there. His eyes are locked on me. Focused. Hungry. Whatever hesitation he had is gone. Fear cuts through the pain like a blade. I’m still down. Still shaking. And now I know, with clarity, that I will soon end as a vampire. “Buy time… Forget the pain, the fear.” I move toward you on my knees. ‘Wait… I’m a doctor who specializes in different beings. I can help you, treat you… I’ll be useful to you alive." One of my hands rests on your groin, stroking your cock as it hardens under your pants. I lift my head toward you smiling and suddenly drive a piece of glass I picked up from the floor into your groin.”

DREAM BREAKER:

Seeing all that blood on two hot guys fighting for their existance is a total turn on for me. I release my cock and let is swinging freely between my legs as I stand up watching the hansome doctor on the floor stabbing Max in the groin. "You two pussies are fighting like girls who are sick for a good cock", I chuckle seeing your surprised faces to find my suddenly behind you. Since you both were facing the mirror wall you couldn´t see me coming. "Fair enough Max, you are right. But keep in mind this is your battle, your debut. Something you should handle by yourself as we have done for centuries". I slide my arms into Dr. FREAKER´s pits and lift him up from the ground. He is furious, full of rage kicking his legs wildly in the air. "Max, I shouldn´t do this but try to take some responsibility. It´s your dinner we are talking about here".

MUSCLE MARINE:

I scream in pain as the glass slices into my groin. But I grab your hand holding the shard, bend and fold over your arm and bite into your forearm - piercing your flesh with my fangs, into your vein. Letting you go, I pull back for space to pull out the piece of glass from me and throw it to one side. The little blood I was able to suck from your arm instantly makes the wound stop bleeding, but doesn't heel it yet. I look at it, stunned and smile. I like this... I look at the doctor and growl at him, showing him my fangs that shine, stained with his blood now.

I push on my feet and lunge towards you, sprinting and grabbing you, in a bear hug. "Help me? The only way you will help me is to feed me..." I lift you up, spin and slam you down to the ground. I land on top of you, straddling your chest again. I start landing hooks at your head first, left and right, snapping your head from one side to another. I start moving down, to your chest, intending to tenderize your whole body... "I like my dinner soft. Hahahahaha."

FREAKER:

Suddenly, I feel strong arms lifting me off the ground. Then a voice starts mocking us. Fuck — my neighbor is back at the height of his strength. A moment later, a new attack of the young vampire send me back on the ground. I cry out when you slam me to the ground. The blows blur together, not just pain but disorientation, like I’m slipping underwater.The air leaves my lungs, and then you are on top of me, heavy and strong, your body pressing me down so I cannot move. You feel too powerful, too real. I can feel your muscles, the heat of you, the way you hold me there without effort. Your smell fills my head—blood, sweat, something dark and sharp that tells me you are not human anymore. It scares me… but it also pulls me in. I don’t understand it. My heart races, my body shaking, caught between fear and a strange attraction I don’t want to feel.

I try to fight back, but my arms are weak. My strength is gone. My head spins, my vision blurry. Tears run down my face, and I can’t stop them. I feel small under you, lost, overwhelmed by your strength and by my own feelings.I look up at you, so close now, your face wild, your eyes burning. My hands grab your arms, not to hurt you—just to feel something familiar, something real. “Stop… please, stop,” I cry, my voice breaking. “I know you. I know you,” I sob. “Remember me… please remember me.” I’m scared of you. I’m scared of what I feel. And I’m afraid I’m already losing myself.

DREAM BREAKER:

I smile with satisfaction as Max pulls Dr. Freaker from my grasp and throws him to the floor, beginning to soften him up. It is not just hunger that drives him, but a basic instinct, a possessive desire that almost jealously makes Max demand the prey for himself, it belongs to him, only him. The change has progressed, there is no turning back. I step back with a broad, satisfied smile on my face, slowly and sensually rubbing my thick cock as I watch the bloody spectacle, the final scene of which I have seen so many times but would not trade for anything. "Fifteen minutes to midnight, Max."

MUSCLE MARINE:

Seeing the doctor in tears sends yet another flood of flashback images through my mind and I pull off him. Stepping back, I stumble to a nearby table behind me... I lean back onto it, grabbing it to steady myself. My head is spinning now. I am confused yet again, and lost between attacking my prey and feeding, which I need to do, and my human senses caught up in a mix of letting him go. "You deserve your life. You deserve to go help others, doctor." I look at the mirror on the opposite wall and see two reflections - Dr Freaker on the ground recovering slowly and mine... but mine is kind of faded. As for Alex, the Vampire... I cannot see him although he is standing between us, as confused as us to what is happening.

The large antique clock is ticking closer to midnight... threateningly. The other vampires have all gone away, fled the scene. Old the bodies of the dead ones remain on the ground all around. They have gotten their reflection back in the mirror... strangely - 'Is that what happens to vampires when they die? Or is it because they were once humans?' I think to myself in my confused state. My muscle tense and flex involuntarily. That tiny sip of blood from the doctor's arm was enough to give me some strength that I could taste and feel, make my senses sharper... 'I need more of it.' The vampire instincts kick in again. There is a real battle within me - one that can only be decided clearly in the next 10 mins... depending on my next move, or the doctor's...

DREAM BREAKER:

I see a hint of doubt on Max's face. "Max, remember, you only have one choice, only one path to follow. Feed yourself or you will die, you will turn to ash. You have 10 minutes. Don't think, let your instincts guide you. Listen to me, look me in the eyes. Do it - don´t hesitate, do as I say to you."

FREAKER:

I feel relieved that I have planted doubt in the young vampire’s mind. At the same time, I feel strange myself. His bite has begun to change me—not strongly, but enough. I feel a little stronger. My senses are sharper now. Scents reach me clearly: the warm, still human musk of Max, the colder, darker scent of Alex behind him, and the heavy, metallic smell of dead vampires lying around us. It makes my head swim. I see Max fighting inside himself—between the need to drink my blood to survive and the desire to let me live. I hear Alex telling him to do it, to feed, before time runs out. Ten minutes… now nine. I know I must keep Max away from me. Just a little longer.

I cry out, my voice shaking : “Max… I saved your life after your motorcycle crash. Remember? We were so close. Remember how we fell in love, how intense it was. Remember our crazy nights… and then you disappeared, leaving me alone. That was my first job as a doctor in the emergency center. I never forgot you.”I stay where I am, on the ground, breathing hard, letting him smell me, letting memory fight instinct—hoping doubt will be stronger than Hunger and he will protect me from Alex, be on my side….Seven minutes left.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I shake my head and pull back, off you. I spin in the room, dazed, confused... Those images in my head of me and the Vampire come rushing again, mixed with new images of me on a gurney being rushed under hazy white neon lights and people shouting. My heart beats faster now, still able to pump though without blood in my body. I look in the mirror, and my reflection is now transparent... like flickering. 'What do I do? Do I accept this new thing I am becoming and take my drink?' The ideas are all twisted now in a knot in my mind. Only six minutes left and the man in front of me is regaining his strength back. I have a little window... The powers he gained will not last long. I have a chance to save myself... The last 4 minutes, and the huge wall clock on the side seems to be threatening me.

DREAM BREAKER:

The clock ticks on the wall and I see Dr. Freaker´s attempts to confuse you, distract you. "Look at me, Max!" My large black eyes widen as I rub my bulge while my hypnotic gaze drills into you. "You must eat. It's your only chance. Obey my command, follow your path to the end." I grab Freaker by the throat and squeeze my fingers deep around his windpipe, causing his arteries to bulge on the sides of his neck. "Max, there's no time to waste!"

"See? Hear his thick, warm blood flowing through these veins. Do it! You have to survive this alone!" I lift Freaker's twitching body into the air, my eyes still fixed on Max's. "Do it now. Time is running out!" I shout, throwing his body down in front of you onto the cold marble floor.

FREAKER:

I'm hanging in the air like a slab of meat. I squirm. I try to kick Alex with my feet, to break his chokehold with my hands. But he's too strong. I feel his tense muscles, pumped. I breathe in his exciting smell. My senses are heightened and I've barely been bitten. I look at you, my former lover Max. I hear your accomplice's hypnotic words pushing you to suck my blood. I see your sexy body and strangely, I feel desire. I feel my cock getting hard. I hear my body pounding, my blood roaring in my veins. I hate your kind. And soon I'll be dead or one of you. Anyway, I know that even if you don't turn me, Alex will. I'm lost

But suddenly, images of our two bodies tangled in an erotic struggle flash in my mind. The nights spent fucking. The hours together in the gym, forging our bodies, breathing in our manly smells... Our evenings talking, watching movies and series come back to me. I'm lost, but I suddenly feel like I don't want to lose you again. I close my eyes. My breathing becomes regular, my heart calms down. I'm slammed at your feet like an offering, a sacrifice. I get on my knees, my head resting on your crotch, breathing in the strong smell of your cock. "Max, I'm yours... Max... I..." I don't finish my sentence. Telling you I love you at this moment is too absurd. I tilt my head to the side, presenting my neck to you. Barely two minutes left.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I grab your face, and tilt it more to look into my eyes. "The feeling is beyond anything you have ever felt. All those weeks we spent together after you saved me... they do not even compare." I spin all of a sudden around. I look at the clock, two minutes. "That's all I need" As I grab your pj pants and rip them off you, exposing your ass. I spin you to face Alex... "Look at him. He is my new lover." As I pull out my already hard throbbing cock and slam into you, deep, long and thick. And the same time, I pull your head back, grabbing your hair tight. And I bend it to one side, exposing your now pulsating vein again. I tap it with my other hand gently... "Mmmmmm."

Looking at the clock as the longer needle moves, as if in slow motion, towards the last minute to midnight. I bring my mouth closer to your ear... "Happy Valentine's" My new fangs grow longer and I bite down into your flesh at your neck, piercing it the skin. Your sweet tasting blood erupts in my mouth, gushing into my throat as I start sucking, pulling... All the while, my cock is drilling deeper into your until you feel my balls at your ass - and you feel them churning, as I feel your whole body tensing instantly, flexing those huge muscles...

FREAKER:

My head is spinning, but not from the chokehold anymore. It's you. Your words, your eyes. And then you rip my pants and say in front of Alex like you re challenging him :"He is my new lover." The words hit me like a punch, but the hard slam of your cock into me is what steals my breath. It's so deep, so thick, it fills me completely. You pull my head back by my hair, a sharp, possessive pain, and my neck is exposed again. I feel your finger tap on the vein, and it pulses under your touch, a frantic drumbeat counting down the seconds. The bite is not what I expected. It's not a tear, it's a sharp, clean pierce. For a second, there's nothing. Then, fire. A white-hot, liquid fire that spreads from my neck through every single vein. My blood isn't just roaring; it's being pulled, drawn out of me by an impossible force. And with every pull of your mouth on my neck, your cock drives deeper. It's a rhythm, a dark, perfect rhythm of taking and claiming.

I feel your balls against my ass, churning, and my own body betrays me. Every muscle goes rigid. I can feel them flexing, my back, my legs, my ass, clenching around you. The pain of the bite is twisting into something else, a pleasure so intense it's agonizing. My blood is your Valentine's gift now, and my body is the vessel you're claiming. The world is disappearing, and all that's left is the fire in my neck and the overwhelming fullness of you inside me. I'm being emptied and filled at the same time, and I can't do anything but take it.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am now in a euphoric state, almost floating. As I suck deeper, drinking your hot sweet blood, I feel my muscles tensing, rippling, growing. My mid is reeling, images, clearer. My cuts, my bruises, all start to disappear. I am transforming. I pull up, and suddenly I am on my feet, you hanging on my cock as I keep a tight bite on your neck and pulling, extracting all your red ruby fluid. I feel my grip on your hair tighten as I slam deeper into you, if that is possible. I hold tight for a couple of seconds, and suddenly, start to explode massive loads into you. I am sucking you dry, but I am also filling you up deep... I am in ecstasy...

And then suddenly, a tap on my shoulder...

DREAM BREAKER:

Pleased to see Max finally taking his role, I follow this bloody scene while jerking off my thick cock I have dug out of my tight black leather pants. There is something special about Freak, something that could be used. He has connections and relationships that we could use to our advantage, and more importantly, it would be great if Max could create his first vampire. But Max has gone from one extreme to another. If he was hesitant a moment ago, now his desires are leading him blindly. SoonFreaker would be nothing more than an empty shell to be ground up into dog food.

I can feel Freaker's blood pressure dropping critically, and in just a moment, he will be beyond saving. Gliding across the floor, I move behind Max and pat him on the shoulder while squeezing his buttocks with my other hand. "Max, calm down, that's enough! Take your fangs out of his throat, you've had enough." I squeeze Max harder to make the meaning of my words clear and that he'd better listen to them. "We need Dr. Freaker and his body. Turn him into your own vampire, and he'll be a source of joy for both of us for a long time to come." I move my hand from Max's buttocks to his head and gently, almost tenderly, pull it away from Freaker's neck. "Calm down, you've done a great job, just as I believed you would."

FREAKER:

Everything goes white. Not dark, but a brilliant, blinding white. The fire in my veins turns to ice, and the strength floods out of me in a rush. I feel your cock pulse inside me, filling me with your seed as the last of my life is pulled from my neck. I hang there, a puppet, feeling my heart stutter, slow, and stop. I'm gone. Then, i feel how you re pulling away. The emptiness in my neck is a cold, hollow ache. But something else is happening. A new fire starts, deep in my chest. It's not my life; it's something else, something ancient and powerful. It spreads through me, not like warm blood, but like liquid lightning. I can feel it all.

The dust in the air, the frantic beat of Alex's heart, the heat still radiating from your skins. I can smell my own blood on your breath, and it doesn't smell like death anymore. It smells like promise. My body, which was a second ago a dead weight, feels new. Strong. I feel the muscles you were admiring, but they're different now—wired, coiled with a power that isn't human. I open my eyes, and the room is sharper, clearer. I see every detail, every shadow. I see my image now blurring in the mirror. I'm empty of my blood, filled with your cum, and now, I'm being filled with this new life. I am no longer dying. I am being reborn. And the first thing I see, the first thing my new senses lock onto, is you. My maker.

DREAM BREAKER:

I grab Dr. Freaker by his arm pit and lift him up on his knees as I stare at Max. "To complete the conversion ritual, he must now suck his master's blood or other life fluid," I grin as I bite my arm and push it to Freaker's lips. His face in front of Max's groin, his eyes wide as he stares at Max's heavily swaying cock and begins to sucks my blood for a minute or two before I finally pull my arm away. "Max, it's your turn. Make him our lover, our servant."

MUSCLE MARINE:

I have a confused look on my face for a couple of seconds, as if something has been taken from me. Looking at Alex, I hear him talking, but dont concentrate on what it is. I am full and satisfied as I feel my body getting strong, full of life... renewed energy. I look in the mirror and smile as my reflection slowly disappears. But I turn towards Alex and snap grab him by his neck when he gets close and slides his wrist, feeding the doctor on his knees now...

"No one stops me, orders me or tells me what to do..." I throw you across the room, pulling violently your wrist out of Dr Freaker's  mouth. I grab this latter's head by his jaw and lift it up, making him look me in the eyes. I slide my finger into his mouth and feel his new fangs growing... "That was fast. Hmmmm. Maybe you do have potential." I smile before squeezing his jaw under the ears, making it drop open. "Happy Valentine's..." As I slide my cock into his mouth, and down his throat. "You need a drink. I will give it to you..." I face fuck you just a couple of seconds while the huge massive clock ends its strikes, and I unload yet another load down your gut.

FREAKER:

Your hand on my jaw means everything. The pain burns away my old life. When you force yourself into my throat, it is not a violation. It is an initiation. I am not choking. I am being remade. Your first hot load fills my body, and I feel the change start. My muscles grow strong with raw power. New fangs ache in my mouth, ready to bite. I look in the mirror and see my reflection fading. I feel your fluids inside me, and I am about to release. I look up at you, my master, my god. My release spills from my cock and completes my transformation. I see Alex in the corner, shocked by your violent attack. But you are a new, wild vampire now. He will have to control you. I smile at him. I stand up, powerful. Like you, my love, I now thirst for blood.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I watch in amazement... still not sure what really happened. But everything seems new, different, heightened. All reflections in the mirror have disappeared - only the corpses remain. I see Alex walking back towards me and the doctor, strutting slowly, like a dark panther. "Is it done? We are now immortal? Him too?" I ask, unsure of what comes next. The clock strike yet again as the longer arm moves past midnight... all this happened in less than two minutes? I am unable to fathom the new found speed, energy, power and strength that came alone with just that fateful bite.

DREAM BREAKER:

I rise from the ground almost as if floating, effortlessly and quickly. A satisfied smile spreads across my face; my efforts have paid off, and the end result is better than I ever dared to hope for. Without taking a single step, I am suddenly beside you two, lifting Freaker off the ground and addressing Max. "I am proud of you, now the seal between us is final and binding, tying the three of us together forever," I say in a serious, solemn voice as I squeeze both of your butts. "Happy Valentine's Day."

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your words are cut short when there is a scream at the door that was left open when some of the other vampires fled the scene. I turn around and see the concierge of the building shocked, horrified by the carnage around us. I look at Dr Freaker. "You hungry I bet..." And I step to one side giving him access to the wailing man at the door.

FREAKER:

I turn and rush to the screaming concierge as hunger takes over. I drink for the first time. His blood is warm and old, tasting of iron and dust, sharp but strangely satisfying. Power surges through me. This is my first blood, and it awakens something deep inside me. I let him fall, break his neck to be sure he is dead and will not turn in a vampire. Then I step back, steady and calm. I reach into my pocket and pull out a small keycard, holding it between my fingers. “I know a place,” I say with a quiet smile. “A door that leads to real treasure.” I glance at both of you. “A blood bank. Underground.” I smile happy about my new condition, but also about the Valenting gift i will share with you. “Let’s go celebrate Valentine’s Day the right way. Together.” Forever has just begun.

One Master Vampire is a threat. And when this latter claims a lover... things can go awry. But when these two decide to become three, this world may barely have a chance to survive. As the new blood-sucking trio raid the basement blood bank of the local secret hopsital where all the weird unexplained cases come to "die", they soon realize this stock of fluids will not last, and they will need more. The hunting season has just been open... take care studs... these fangs are coming for you.

Published: 2026-02-10, viewed 100 times.