My First Day in College, or The College Vampire
(M/M nc, rape, hypno, extreme, first, virgin, oral, anal, horror, goth)
It was the first day of College and I was on my way to my very first class at the University of Nevada, Reno. I was on my own for the very first time and I loved every moment of it, sure I was just 30 miles north of my entire family but even a small distance like that freed me from them and their conception of what an angelic child I was. I’m not at all an angel, but I’m not a devil either, just like most everyone I’m somewhere in the middle, a human being. But, after some of the things that happen to me, I wonder if I’m more of a devil
3;or maybe just a dreamer of strange dream
3;
My first class was in the Lecture Building, a circular red brick building, nestled in between the imposing, modern-style Chemistry, and Physics buildings, across from a grassy field, filled with beautiful men and women sprawled on it, studying. I looked at my class schedule that I’d received from the Registrar, to find that my Psychology class was in room one in the strange building that looked like a cross between a UFO and a red straw hat. Still unsure of where I was going, I followed a group of people into the place, hoping to find my way. It was all so much bigger than I was, or could ever hope to be. Then, I walked into the building.
Directly ahead of me, on the other side of the hall was a glass counter, that was totally full of every type of lamp imaginable. To my right and left sides were doors, corkboards, bulletin boards with myriad colored papers selling computers, talking about school clubs and nearly everything else. But between me and the display of neon lights, in the exact center of the room was a silver cord that went through a circular hole in the floor, bounded by a silver metal guard rail. I’d never seen anything like it, so I walked right up to the hole, hung over the rail and looked down. I saw down to the bottom floor, where the cord held something that looked like a bomb, over what seemed to be a clock face with thousands of lines and numbers going in every direction. There was a blue plastic plaque on the rail and I had to read it, but I just couldn’t. The first letter on the top of plaque, etched into the plastic was an F, but I wasn’t able to read the rest
3;
“That’s a Foucault Pendulum my friend
3;have you ever seen one before?” A man suddenly walked up behind me, put his strangely cold hand on my shoulder, and pointed down at the bomb thing.
“I’ve never seen one before
3;what does it do?” I turned to the man, smiling at him and putting my hand on his.
“It’s a pendulum that moves according to the Earth’s rotation, if you watched it all night you’d see it move 360°
3;if you wanted to stay here all day.” The man was was beautiful, tall, lean with some muscles, short cropped blonde hair, blue eyes, a soft but very firm voice and he was totally dressed in black, a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black canvas deck shoes
3;and made me horny. Yes, he made me very horny
3;as if on cue, my penis began to become erect as he put his hand on my shoulder
3;but I wasn’t gay in anyway, I had never wanted to have sex with a man, but suddenly the idea came into my mind.
“I don’t have anything else to do after my classes
3;that’s the best offer I’ve had so far
3;” I looked into his sky blue eyes and fell in love with him. Taking in a deep breathe, I tried to close my eyes to get rid of the thought of kissing him, then licking him, then fucking him or having him fuck me. But I couldn’t think or imagine anything other than giving him a deep, erotic, French kiss. “I’m Kurt, what’s your name?” I opened my green eyes to look into his own blue eyes and extended my right hand.
“My name is Frank, Frank Jones. Are you going to a class?” Frank took my hand firmly, smiling broadly at me.
As I shook his hand, my own hand began to go limp and his grip seemed to crush mine. “Glad to meet you Frank. I’m going to Psych 101 in Room One here, but I’m not sure where it is. Do you know?”
Frank slapped me on the back, laughing. “That’s the class I’m going to! How cool! Let’s go there together
3;” I smiled back at him, wanting to take his hand and kiss it tenderly.
“Sure, let’s go. You lead the way
3;” I nodded to Frank and he smiled back at me, with a whiter than white toothy grin, that seemed to be too full of teeth
3;
We walked away from the guard rail, going to the right of it and a door that had a large stenciled 1 on it. Frank opened the door, stood to the side, holding one the door with one hand and the other beckoning me to enter. “After you Kurt
3;” I entered the room with Frank following behind me. “Let’s sit up in the top row, OK?” Unable to say anymore since I was so in love with him, I smiled and nodded letting him choose our seats, in the half empty room.
Lecture hall One had about twenty rows of seats on twenty tiered rows, with thirty seats in each row. At the very bottom of the room, was a yellow wooden podium, one table with a shiny black counter top and another table with a sink in it. Behind the the podium and tables was a green chalkboard and a couple gigantic paper charts of the Periodic Table of Elements or some other sort of chemistry stuff. Frank went to the exact middle of the very top row and I followed him there, taking the seat next to him. I yawned and started to close my eyes but Frank tapped my shoulder, smiling at me.
“The professor’s not here yet
3;let’s talk a moment, OK? Where are you from?” Frank turned to me after he put his black backpack on the concrete floor. He took his attention from the backpack, then his turned back to me.
I smiled back at him as I opened my backpack and took out a pen and a note pad so I could take notes if I needed to. I couldn’t do anything but look into his placid, beautiful eyes
3;again I thought about kissing him, right in the class, then giving him a blow job
3;ignoring those strange thoughts, I talked to him. “I’m from Carson City
3;I’m sure that you’ve been there before. What’s your major?” My eyes seemed to shut out the world, but I still saw everything in vivid detail as before. I shook my head, taking in a deep breath and chalked it up nervousness.
“Well, Kurt I’m a psych major
3;this is my first year here. You?” Frank opened the top of his back pack, taking out a note pad identical to my own, and a large, old fashioned feathered quill pen.
“English
3;I’m going to teach English in High School. I’ve always wanted to do that.” Frank looked at me with total attention, his eyes seemingly burning holes into my chest. I opened up my note book, trying to write a poem I had just come up with but still with no use
3;I wasn’t able to take my eyes from his
3;then Frank’s pen fell out of his hand on the floor in front of us under the chairs in the next row, but out of his reach. “I’ll just get that for ya, OK?” Frank nodded to me as I got out of my chair to bend down, and suddenly snapped his right hand.
The world froze, except for him and I
3;a moment before the room had bustled with life and sound, but the only sound that I heard after the snap was Frank and I breathing. The abrupt silence made me freeze as I bent down to get the quill pen. After it was in my hand, I turned around to face Frank, gave it to him and simply studied him. His eyes immediately took my total attention, and I became strangely limp, as if I were a rag doll. Frank got out of the seat, walked right up to me then took my shoulders in his cold hands. I fell to my knees to kiss his feet, waiting for his commands. My body was no longer my own, my will was no longer my own, but my mind was free and I knew that I wasn’t able to do a thing, except for try to resist.
“You’re not a student here are you?” I snarled under my breath, as I licked his black canvas shoes.
“I’m not Kurt, and soon enough you won’t be a student here either
3;suck me. Give me pleasure
3;fuck me!” The man undid his black jeans, they fell to the floor revealing at least twelve inch, fully erect cock. Grabbing me by the hair, he pulled my head to his cock, as his other hand opened my mouth and put his cock in my mouth. I’d never before sucked a cock before, and I didn’t know what to do at all
3;for a couple moments I licked the gigantic cock with my tongue, then I began to move my head back and forth on it, sucking his cock like I remembered my girlfriend Karen always did. The man let go of my hair, and began to moan as I sucked him
3;I had to get away though because I had a terrible feeling about what might soon happen to me, so I bit down hard his cock. A gush of crimson blood flowed into my mouth as the man suddenly pulled his member from my mouth, reeling in shock and pain. I moaned as his blood lingered in my mouth, filling it with a sweetly sour metallic tang.
The man howled in anger, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up with it, looking me in the face with his eyes, that had turned a strange color of red as his voice changed to a low, monotone snarl. “That was a mistake Kurt
3;you’re a stupid bastard. And you’ll pay that
3;” Frank, or whoever he was, spat in my face then slapped me in the face with his free hand. He let go of my hair, and I fell onto the hard, concrete floor with a piercing, sadistic laugh. “You’ll really pay
3;and you’ll love every minute of it.” Muttering under his breath, he took my shoulders in his hand, forced me onto all fours and tore my jeans open. Suddenly, I felt his gigantic cock braise my shaking ass, spread my butt apart and enter me painfully slow without any sort of lube. Still trying to keep hold of my composure I grabbed the chair directly next to me, clutching so tightly that my fingers began to turn a pale white
3;
“Stop this! I don’t want it...” I screamed as I tried to forget the fact I was being fucked and was enjoying it, clutching the. Frank, or whatever he was, finally had his cock totally inside of my tight ass, sending shivers of pleasure all through my body. With a single thrust of his gigantic cock deep within my anus, I moaned in pleasure although I knew I was being raped.
“Kurt, you know you want this more than anything else. You need it. It’ll fill all your requirements for a social science class.” Pulling his cock slightly back, he thrust into me once more and started to lick the back of my neck. “I’m sure You’ll enjoy this semester, since we’re doing something totally new
3;we will base our curricula on the studies of erotic literature through the centuries.” The man softly whispered as he licked and nipped at my neck, slowly starting to thrust his cock in me with a more regular rhythm. Suddenly his free hand went to my crotch and began to stroke my engorged cock opposite to how he fucked me as his other hand still held my head up by the hair. Between my panting for air, I moaned and almost screamed, never before had I felt anything like this but
3;I was being raped
3;but
3;
“Rape is one of the topics we’ll be discussing this semester Kurt, along with sexual deviancy, dysfunction, the role of the Vampire in erotic works
3;” The man began to lick the left side of my neck, near my jugular vein and slow began to put his neck around it. His pace began to hasten in both his cock and his hand, almost tearing me in two between my ass and crotch. “I’m sure you’ll find this all most interesting, right? You’ll be coming soon, and when you do you’ll be mine. Are there any questions?”
“What books will we be reading?” a soft, female voice came out of the distance, seeming to make the man stop fucking me for a moment as if to hear the answer.
A male voice not my own or the man’s answered genially: “The 120 Days of Sodom by the Marquis de Sade, Venus in Furs by Baron Sacher-Mashoch, Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller, Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin and The Marketplace by
3;” I felt the man’s mouth start to close over my neck, his teeth starting to graze my skin. “All right. If there are no other questions then class is
3;”
“Stop! I want to listen
3;there might be a test on this!” I screamed, as he thrust into my ass for one last time and he and I both began to ejaculate. Deep within my anus the man spilled his semen in me, as he cupped my cock and saved my sperm and his razor-sharp teeth slowly broke my skin, entering my living body. Then my blood began to flow out of the two holes in my neck into his mouth
3;then
3;a voice came from no where and everywhere calling my name
3;
“Kurt! Kurt! Wake up! You slept through class!” My eyes opened to see the entire class exiting out the doors in the back of the room, leaving only Frank and I in the exact middle of the very top row, with Frank poking me in the shoulder smiling at me. “You slept through all of class and you didn’t get a thing down in your notebook. Want to copy my notes?”
I turned, smiling at the real Frank. “Sure, I’d like that. Want to have some lunch?” I took my notebook into my hands, putting it into my backpack.
“All right. Let’s go have some Pizza. I’m curious
3;what were you dreaming of?” Frank stood up after I put my notebook away. He looked me in the eyes, smiling with both his mouth and his hypnotic blue eyes.
I zipped up my backpack, slung it behind my back and laughed, starting turn a bright shade of red. “Well
3;if you want to hear all about vampires and sex dreams, I’m the one to tell you about them since that’s what I just dreamed about.”
“Oh? We’ll have to talk about this later I think, over some Cokes
3;I’ll have to analyze that dream for its true meaning!” Frank laughed, turned around and started to walk off. “Let’s go OK?”
“Promise me one thing, let’s not look at that pendulum thing, all right? It makes me nervous for some reason
3;” I followed behind him, looking at Frank’s backpack closely. It had two buttons pinned on it that said “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” and “Undead and Proud of It”, in heavy black, German gothic fonts.
“Sure
3;I’ll just take your word for it. What was it about Vampires you said Kurt? Tell me all about that dream of yours”
“You do like garlic, right Kurt? It’s certainly the best topping for a pizza
3;”
August 7, 1999