Vampires of Miami: Vampires of the World

by Geoffrey Knight

  Then suddenly he slipped in the mud.

  His naked body fell facedown into the murky, black waters. As he heard the monster alligators splash through the water, he tried desperately to claw his way onto the small island. But his feet slipped helplessly, and his hands slid uselessly through the sludgy bottom of the marsh.

  Then he felt it.

  A pair of jaws clamped down on his calf, and ripped through his flesh.

  Jaxon cried out in agony, a hot flood of blood filling the churning waters as the alligator locked on and began to drag him back into deeper waters.

  In that frenzied, terrified moment, all Jaxon could think to do was fight back.

  He managed to twist his naked torso and throw the hardest punch of his life.

  His fist connected with the reptile’s snout.

  It roared and let go, but suddenly another pair of lashing jaws launched at him from the left.

  Jaxon tried to escape them, but in a horrified heartbeat the giant fangs closed on his left arm. The sound of his bicep tearing open, of his skin being shredded, of his bones cracking, almost made him lose consciousness. He tried to struggle; he tried to fight to the last second, pulling away from the beast. But it had him, and the others were coming too, frantic not to miss out on the feed.

  Slowly Jaxon’s eyes slid shut, and then—

  “Away!”

  The voice was so low, so powerful, so commanding, that it seemed to stop the entire world.

  With all his will, Jaxon opened his eyes. Through his dizzy, splintered vision, he saw the alligators release his bleeding, butchered body and back away. For a delirious moment, he thought he was dreaming. He thought his life was over. He thought the last sparks of his imagination were trying to soften the violent throes of death. Then he saw something he could never have imagined, something so incredible it could only be real.

  As the alligators retreated, Xavier came walking through the swamp toward him, naked and radiating an aura of might and supremacy.

  Only his legs weren’t in the water…

  They were on the water.

  His arms were outstretched, as though he was willing the alligators away with his mind, with a mere wave of his hands. Within seconds the beasts slid back beneath the black waters, and vanished altogether.

  All Jaxon could do was watch Xavier approach as he clung to the final moments of life.

  Then he felt the vampire’s strong arms around him.

  He felt Xavier lift him out of the shallow waters and onto the muddy banks of the small island, his body limp against the twisted roots of the tree.

  And he felt Xavier’s hands come to rest firmly on his hacked left arm, enveloping the mutilated muscle and torn flesh. A surge of heat ran through Jaxon’s limb. At first he thought it was his own hot, sticky blood still gushing down his arm, and across his shoulder and chest. But the gentle wave flowed farther, sweeping throughout his entire body. It was like a wave of energy. A wave of love.

  Jaxon’s eyes began to focus.

  He felt a little strength, weak at first, return to his mauled arm. Then he felt the giddiness, the nausea, the darkness of death begin to trickle away as the blood stopped flowing from his arm.

  He looked down as Xavier lifted his hands away from his bicep, and saw that the gashes were gone. The shredded muscle and flesh had somehow been repaired. The wound had completely vanished, leaving nothing but blood drying on the surface of his rejuvenated skin.

  Stunned, panting in disbelief, Jaxon stared at Xavier. “You—”

  Xavier nodded. “The healing has begun.”

  “But how did you do that?”

  “As I said, it is one of our powers. It could be one of yours, too.”

  With great care, Xavier lifted Jaxon’s wounded leg, carefully bending it at the knee. It was still torn, and bleeding profusely. Jaxon winced, then allowed Xavier to help him sit up.

  “Can you fix it?” the young man asked, pleadingly.

  “You can,” was Xavier’s assured reply.

  Jaxon looked at him, bewildered and in pain. “What do you mean?”

  “Back in the dining room, when I tasted you, I gave you a taste of what we can do. I left you with a small glimpse of our gift. Enough to demonstrate what life is like for us.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  Xavier gestured to Jaxon’s leg wound. “Put your hands on it. Let your power do the rest.”

  Gulping down his fear, Jaxon figured he had nothing to lose by trying. He did as Xavier instructed, lightly pressing his hands down on the gory wound, feeling the blood pulse out between his muddy fingers.

  At first, nothing happened. Then slowly, the young man felt heat generating from his palms.

  It swept through his body, and seemed to pump energy and strength and life itself to his very core.

  Then, right before his eyes, he saw his flesh begin to mend itself, sealing up the bleeding wound, restoring the flesh and muscle and skin until his leg was completely healed in a matter of seconds.

  Jaxon quickly lifted his hands away, mouth agape. “I don’t believe it,” he whispered.

  “I can give you the power to heal—forever. What someone took away from you, I can give back.”

  “The man with the tattoo—” Jaxon murmured, eyes staring at the black waters of the swamp, lost in his bitter memories. “The man in the alley that night. He took everything from me, all my hope. You know about the man with the tattoo, don’t you?”

  Xavier nodded. “On the left side of his neck. A bloody, thorny rose. You were taking a shortcut home—”

  “I wanted some air,” Jaxon explained further. “I walked past the alley.”

  “And there was the man with the tattoo, assaulting an older woman. Beating her.”

  “He was trying to steal her bag. She put up a fight. He had a crowbar, and started hitting her with it. He broke her skull open. I ran toward him. I tried to stop him. He struck me once, twice. I hit the ground, and he ran away. I crawled over to the woman. I tried to stop the bleeding. I tried to fix her. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do a thing. All I could do was watch her blood pool in the alley as she died in my arms.”

  Xavier gently took Jaxon’s chin in his hand and turned his face to his, staring deep into those distant, sad eyes. “Become one of us. The good you can do, the wrongs you can right, the destiny you can fulfill, will echo an eternity.”

  Jaxon took a deep breath. He glanced down at his healed arm, his mended leg, and swallowed hard before asking, “What do I have to do?”

  “Give me your body for one night, and your power will last forever.” Xavier gave him a tender, loving smile. “I see so much good in you, Jaxon Cain. There is so much you can do.”

  Jaxon didn’t say another word. All he did was take Xavier’s hand.

  Chapter Eight

  He had promised to give Xavier his body for one night, and Jaxon Cain was a man of his word. He did not question where Xavier was taking him when he led him naked down a set of stone stairs, and into the cavernous basement of the mansion, filled with candles and what looked like a stone altar in the middle of the chamber. He did not resist when the other men from the house, all naked, all vampires, began to fill the room and take up their places on the floor, against the wall, kissing and clutching and groaning and fucking, glancing enviously, seductively, at Jaxon in the middle of the room while they touched and twisted and writhed in orgiastic pleasure. Nor did he struggle as Xavier laid him down on his back on the altar, and wrapped chains around his wrists and ankles, restraining him tightly as he became the centerpiece of tonight’s ritual.

  There he lay, exposed and vulnerable, at once terrified and turned on by the sexual debauchery surrounding him. His cock was already bursting with desire, standing straight up in the air, stiff and thick, with pulsating veins.

  The sight pleased Xavier greatly.

  Amidst the moaning and panting that filled the chamber, he laid his hands on Jaxon’s chest, feeling the belting pump of his
nervous heart. “Don’t be fearful. I’m the only one who will have you tonight.”

  Jaxon glanced at Xavier’s huge, muscular body, longing for more than he had been allowed before. The vampire’s cock seemed even bigger now, straining upwards as if reaching for Jaxon’s young body. The silver cock ring shone and sparkled with sweat from his giant balls.

  Jaxon licked his lips nervously, achingly. “What about a condom?”

  Xavier smiled. “Caution is something all mortals must practice. You, my friend, will no longer be one of them. I am about to infect you with eternity. My saliva, my semen, will flow through your veins, and your blood will flow through mine. We all become one in immortality.”

  Xavier climbed on top of the altar, then slunk on his hands and knees like an animal crawling over its prey. He hovered there a moment, his massive cock hanging hard and heavy, his balls bulging between his legs.

  “Are you ready?”

  Jaxon nodded. “Take me!” he announced bravely, firmly, confidently offering himself up. “Make me immortal.”

  And with that, the time for restraint was over.

  Xavier’s lips locked onto Jaxon’s with such hunger that he bit savagely into Jaxon’s lower lip. Jaxon bit back ravenously. He desperately wanted to grab at Xavier’s massive shoulders, to pull his masculine, firm torso against him. He wanted their bodies to touch, to smash together with careless abandon and brute force. His strong, young body longed for sexual release. But his fingers clawed helplessly at the air as his arms snapped against the taut chains.

  At the same time, Xavier’s strong fingers seized Jaxon’s jaw, his tongue forcing its way deep into his throat as though he intended to devour him whole. His hands ran down Jaxon’s neck, feeling the rapid pulse of his jugular. It turned Xavier on even more, and he lowered his heavy, powerful body completely on top of the heaving, panting Jaxon.

  Their writhing torsos collided.

  Flesh met flesh.

  Muscle rubbed hard against muscle.

  Xavier pulled his lips and tongue free of Jaxon’s mouth, and licked thirstily at his throat. He could feel his fangs descending, desperate for blood, but not yet—

  With all his willpower, he snatched his lips away.

  He set his sights on Jaxon’s lower body instead, and glanced down at the young man’s stiff, beautiful cock. It stood bolt upright between their two stomachs, mingling with Xavier’s own thick beast, both cocks bursting at the head. Pre-cum was already dribbling from Jaxon’s slit, sliding in glistening streaks down his shaft. Xavier decided he had to have it now.

  He reached down and seized Jaxon’s cock in his hand. He teased it with a couple of hard strokes, then grabbed Jaxon’s fiery, full balls and rolled them in his fist.

  Jaxon let out a gasp and clenched his fists hard, rattling the chains.

  He threw his head back, and let out a long, rapturous groan.

  Xavier’s hand worked lower then, massaging the young man’s leg muscles, squeezing his thick quads, forcing his thighs apart and sliding himself slowly down the length of Jaxon’s body.

  His tongue left a glistening trail down Jaxon’s strong chest, his heaving abdomen, until Jaxon took a short, sharp breath, expecting—hoping—to feel Xavier’s warm mouth envelop the head of his cock. Instead, Xavier went straight to the young man’s round, swollen balls once more.

  This time it was Xavier who let out a groan of sheer satisfaction.

  Collectively, every man in the chamber let out a groan, as if sharing his ecstasy. They licked their lips and stroked each other’s cocks, and watched the pleasure unfolding on the altar as they surrendered to their own desires.

  In the middle of the room, Xavier’s eyelids fluttered as he tasted Jaxon’s testicles, so young and tender, so ripe and sweet, so ready and willing to be plucked, and devoured. His huge body shuddered at the weight of them on his tongue, soft and hot and lightly covered in delicate young hair.

  As he rolled and sucked the balls in his mouth, his hands took a firm hold on Jaxon’s hips and propped them up a little higher, giving him greater access to the young man’s ass. Then his hand inched expertly between the young man’s cheeks, slipping his index finger against the warm entrance to Jaxon’s anus.

  Jaxon clutched his breath.

  Xavier’s finger pressed hard against the clenched anus, circling the rim, waiting for the invitation from Jaxon’s tight, unclaimed ass.

  The air escaped quickly from Jaxon’s lungs.

  His anus relaxed for a second, and Xavier thrust his finger inside.

  Jaxon gasped. Contact had been made. As the young man’s entire body trembled, Xavier’s finger slid slowly up and down inside Jaxon’s nervous, moist, sweaty ass.

  At the same time, Xavier continued to roll Jaxon’s balls around his mouth, his tongue pushing and probing and toying with them, tasting every delicious morsel.

  Jaxon’s breathing was now high and tight. He could barely exhale at all, but somehow managed to whisper, “Heal me! Heal me now!”

  With a broad smile, Xavier pulled his mouth away from the young man’s balls, teasing them all the way by nibbling at the end of his ballsack before letting it go, his fully descended fangs scraping the tender flesh.

  While his finger continued to dance and slide inside the young man’s anus, Xavier ran his free hand over Jaxon’s body, now soaked with sweat, and with his drenched palm he began to massage his own huge, hard cock.

  He was ready.

  They both were.

  A thump of his pulse later, Jaxon moaned as Xavier slowly slid his finger out of the young man’s primed ass, then watched as Xavier’s torso leaned high above him, pelvis moving into position between Jaxon’s legs.

  With his massive, throbbing rod in his fist, Xavier planted his bulbous, wet head against the rim of Jaxon’s anus.

  Slowly he pushed.

  Jaxon gasped once more. The head of Xavier’s cock felt bigger—much, much bigger—than Xavier’s probing finger did. For a lingering moment, his young ass resisted, refusing to grant Xavier’s thick, hungry cock entry.

  But the pressure was too much.

  Suddenly Jaxon felt his balls about to blow. “I think I’m gonna come,” he announced frantically.

  Completely unassisted, and rocking full and hard against his stomach, Xavier saw that the young man’s brimming cock was sprinkling an astonishing amount of clear pre-cum across Jaxon’s clenched stomach. Xavier’s cock was barely an inch inside him, yet without even being stroked, Jaxon’s cock was ready to erupt.

  Suddenly Jaxon’s anus relaxed, sucking Xavier’s massive cock inside him.

  In the same burning second, Jaxon’s balls unleashed their sizzling load.

  The blast of cum shot up inside Jaxon’s straight, young cock and exploded from its gaping eye. Like an unmanned cannon, the young man’s shaft jerked and throbbed up and down uncontrollably, firing its enormous payload everywhere.

  Cum shot up and across, left and right, and straight into the air.

  Ribbons of white lashed across Jaxon’s chest, landing in hot, steaming loops from one bud-like nipple to the other. Cum decorated his throat with gleaming pearls. It spattered across the stone altar. It fired up and over, draping Xavier’s chest, his jaw, his chin in shiny beads.

  Then suddenly Jaxon’s eyes bulged, and he gasped with a new sensation of pleasure.

  His orgasm had masked the entry of Xavier’s cock, but now he felt it fully as the mammoth shaft filled his anus, sliding up and down, sending waves of agony and ecstasy crashing through his body.

  As Xavier began to thrust inside him, Jaxon’s entire being tensed, his fists bunched tight, thighs clenched.

  He felt cum continue to spurt in small, unfinished blasts from his stiff dick, still splashing across his stomach, his cock unrelentingly rock-hard as Xavier’s hungry shaft determinedly pumped every last drop out of the young man.

  Jaxon panted, convinced his body was going to split apart and his lungs explode.

  Xavie
r groaned, and the pace of his heavy thrusts grew faster and faster.

  The vampire could feel Jaxon’s sticky cum sliding down his chin, and his tongue reached down and licked it up. He could taste it on his fangs, making him pump harder and harder.

  Jaxon cried out, the pleasure now so intense that it overwhelmed the pain.

  Just when he thought there couldn’t possibly be any more cum left in him, his overactive young balls fired one last load. Burning, white fluid slapped against his already slippery cum-covered stomach. Jaxon’s head rolled back on his neck, his eyes slipped behind his eyelids, and his long, muscular throat exposed itself in all its glory.

  That was when Xavier could resist no longer.

  The vampire’s mouth opened wide, his fangs shining bright in the candlelight, and Xavier lunged at Jaxon’s throat.

  With unstoppable force, the razor-sharp teeth slashed through the skin and sank deep into Jaxon’s flesh, severing the jugular and sucking the blood from Jaxon’s neck at a rate that made his heart thump so hard and fast he thought it would burst. With an enormous grunt and a teeth-grinding groan that echoed throughout the entire chamber, Jaxon arched his back and pushed his ass all the way onto Xavier’s cock. At the same time, Xavier slammed his own hips hard against Jaxon’s firm, young cheeks and launched his colossal sackful of cum into Jaxon’s body.

  The temperature inside Jaxon soared.

  Xavier bit down harder on Jaxon’s neck.

  He let his balls blast their load.

  Once.

  Twice.

  Again.

  And again.

  Jaxon held his breath, the inside of his body on fire as Xavier’s cock pumped him full of vampire cum.

  An involuntary tremor ripped through the young man. With Xavier’s fangs mauling his throat and the vampire’s massive cock still discharging itself inside him, Jaxon’s young, virile body couldn’t help but fire one last blast of white pleasure from his still-hard cock.

  He winced as Xavier gently withdrew his swollen, spent cock. Then, with a breathtaking sense of release, Xavier’s fangs retreated from Jaxon’s bloody throat. The vampire pulled back to watch over him, dripping sweat from his brow and blood from his lips.