Becoming A Vampire's Pet

Author's note: this is a story that popped into my head in a dream. It's a fun little interlude between my other ongoing writing that I tried not to take too seriously. Enjoy!

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Today was the day I would finally be assigned to serve a vampire. See in the world I live in, women are vampires and men are humans. If you didn't know, vampires are immortal predators and human men are their primary prey. They have quite a few advantages over us, including near perfect bodies which give them immense strength and sexual allure. They have sharp teeth that aid in drinking blood. Most importantly, the wetness from their pussies acts as a highly addictive drug when it is consumed or even comes into contact with human skin.

At age 18, men are sent to facilities where we are exposed to and become addicted to vampire pussy. Young vampires intern at the facilities as part of their higher education and assist in the indoctrination. After 2 years of developing a desperate need for vampire pussy and becoming conditioned to obey vampires' orders, we are then assigned to a vampire to serve as she sees fit. This is where I found myself.

"Peter 5804," a stern female voice called over the intercom. I made my way through the waiting room and to the front desk where the woman who called me looked me up and down. I was small for a man, merely 5'5", and skinny as a rail. My gray t-shirt hung loosely on my body and a belt held my pants at my waist.

"Not much of a meal, Peter," the woman said with contempt, as if it was my fault.

"So I've been told, Mistress," I replied. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Your new owner is through those doors," she pointed lazily in the direction of a metallic door just to her left.

When I walked through, a familiar voice caught my ear.

"Peter? Peter is that you?"

I turned to see Mya Turner, my best friend from childhood and throughout my teens. Vampire girls and human boys attend the same schools until adulthood despite the rest of their lives being vastly different. I hadn't seen Mya since I was sent off at 18 to training. Those 2 years, filled with wild sexual indulgence and delightfully tortuous teasing, felt like a lifetime.

She looked exactly the same as she did when she graduated, since vampires didn't age after 18. Jet black hair flowed over her shoulders, and over her perfectly round breasts, which were contained in a black and red corset. Her hips were hugged by faded black jeans, with rips down the legs. She was intoxicating even before I was addicted to vampire pussy and I always considered myself lucky that she chose me as a friend over anyone else, human or vampire. Now, with my conditioning in the back of his mind, I was speechless.

"A-are you my.." I started to ask.

"Your vampire owner?" Mya interrupted, "Looks like it! I didn't realize it was you! Sometimes I wish they gave men last names instead of numbers but we wouldn't want it going to your head, now would we?"

"Right, right.." I said and looked down, trying not to stare at her crotch and imagine what her magical pussy must taste like.

"Wow, you were a quiet nerd in high school but training really did a number on you, huh?" She said with a small smile. I could tell she was enjoying how submissive the last two years had made me.

"Well we might as well go to my place. Come along, pet,"

A chill ran down my spine at the word "pet". It was one thing to be used, bitten, and ordered around by strange vampires in a training facility but this was my best friend, who I secretly had always had a crush on. Now she had full legal right to do anything she wanted with me. I was nervous and excited for this new dynamic.

As they got in a car and drove away from the facility, I finally spoke up.

"So..uh, mistress, what do you have in store for me?" It felt odd addressing her that way, but I wanted to start this off right and follow my training.

"Well, I'm as new to ownership as you are to being owned. I interned at a human facility like yours. I'll admit I was quite cruel," she said matter-of-factly. My heart started racing. I knew from experience that she could sense my heartbeat but I couldn't stop it. When I say she could legally do anything, I really mean anything. Your ability to live past the first couple of years of service to a vampire was dependent on what she wanted out of you and her self control. Some vampires just wanted a grand, one-time meal, some wanted a toy, and others wanted something else entirely. Every vampire was entitled to have a man in their service. The catch was that first time owners were always at the front of the line and the number of previously owned men put them further and further down the list. This was an incentive for a vampire not to immediately drain every man she's assigned. Some vampires can't help themselves though.

Mya giggled. "Petey, I've known you practically our whole lives. You go to one little human facility and now you're afraid of me?"

I was speechless but she wasn't done teasing me.

"I do wonder though.. I know what those facilities do. Have you thought about it?"

"Thought about what, Mistress?"

"About my pussy. I always knew you liked me. Now with your conditioning, I bet it's unbearable."

I looked over at the space between her thighs and I felt my cock get hard. I couldn't believe she knew this whole time. If she knew, it's possible she tortured and teased me on purpose.

"Yes, Mistress." I said, unable to lie to her. I wanted to lie and say I hadn't considered what it would be like to worship her; to let her juices flow into my mouth.

"I will say, you calling me 'Mistress' has me wet already. Never thought you of all people could do that to me," she said.

"Why not?!" I interjected abruptly without thinking about my tone.

"Well..pet," she said, clearly putting me back in my place. "I always thought you were too nice to be attractive. I could tell you liked me but I wanted to just keep you as a friend. I guess now you've been demoted even from that. You, who used to be my sweet best friend, are my plaything now and honestly, that turns me on."

She glanced over at me, noticing my bulge was now showing through my pants.

"Clearly, it turns you on too!" She commented.

"Yes, Mistress," I said as I looked down at the floorboard, trying to avoid her gaze. She could see right through any veneer I would put up. She had full control of me and there was nothing I could do to stop or even slow my fate, whatever it may be.

"So, Mistress, what do you do with your playthings?" I said, my voice shaking. She pulled into a car garage and turned her car off.

"Well, having my..former.. best friend as my assigned human was definitely a surprise. Honestly, I was mostly interested in having a reliable source of blood while I start my career but I think having you around will be much more fun than I could've imagined. Sure, I'll drink you but you're also going to entertain me."

I felt a twinge in my stomach as we walked through halls to her apartment. What she said about being "demoted" was starting to sink in. The answer to my question seemed to matter less.

"Former?" I asked her. I felt like I was being broken up with.

"You can't exactly be my best friend while I'm sucking your blood and using your pussy addiction to mess with your head now can I? Who would do that to their best friend?" She answered coyly.

"I see.." I said and bowed my head in resignation.

"Cheer up, pet." She said and held my head to her breasts where they protruded from her corset. My erection returned again from feeling her soft bare skin. While we had talked and spent time together everyday growing up, she had always kept a noticeable physical distance between us. Touching even part of her perfectly toned body was exhilarating.

We walked into her studio apartment and she sat down on a sofa immediately to the left of the front door and started taking off her pants to reveal black silky panties and long slender legs..

"You know what best friends don't get?" She asked and motioned me over with a finger. She pulled her panties to the side to reveal her pussy to me. It looked better than anything I could've imagined and my mouth started watering, just from staring at it.

"Best friends don't get to taste vampire pussy." She continued. She took her hand to the back of my head and pulled me down in between her thighs. As I started licking her, a familiar high engulfed my brain. All my worries and cares faded and all that mattered was getting more of her onto my tongue. Fireworks went off inside my mind as if I was having orgasm after orgasm. In reality, Mya was the one having an orgasm.

"Oh fuck, Peter! They really trained you well! Shit!" She screamed as her hips bucked.

After she caught her breath, she looked down at me as I continued to worship her. She looked like a goddess and as chemical reactions continued to explode throughout my body, I knew I would do anything she asked and let her do anything she wanted to me as long as I could feel this again. I was under her spell and nothing could break it.

"Still want to be my best friend?" She asked with an evil smirk.

"No, Mistress," I replied between licks.

"Mmmm," she cooed. "What are you then?"

"Your plaything, Mistress."

There it was. I had given in and sealed my fate. The only thing on my mind was getting as much of her essence in my mouth as possible for as long as she would let me. Beyond that, I had no desires or even an ounce of self preservation.

"That's right, pet. And now that you've made me cum, I'm hungry."

She pulled me by the hair from between her thighs and I deliberately exposed my neck to her, knowing what was next.

"A willing meal? Oh my, you really are trained. Good."

Truth be told, this wasn't even conditioning for me. I actually wanted her to bite me. While I would've been too afraid to let her bite me then, I had always had day dreams of her drinking my blood in high school. Her fangs extended and she bit into me. I didn't even feel it, reveling in my high and the thought that my schoolboy crush was now feeding off of me. After probably 30 minutes, my vision slowly blurred and went black.

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When my eyes opened again, I was in a bed and naked. I immediately noticed Mya's soft naked body was pressed against me and her head was rested on my shoulder. It struck me as an oddly passive position for someone who just earlier had enthralled me with her pussy, convinced me to denounce my friendship with her, and drank my blood. I wasn't about to complain, though.

I felt the touch of her nipples on my arm and my chest. Her smooth stomach, no doubt filled with my blood, rubbed against my waist. Her ass actually looked bigger without clothes on. Her slender legs straddled mine. Noticeably, her pussy wasn't touching me. If it had been, I would've been high again, though not as high as I was eating her out.I couldn't help but long for it to even just lightly graze me and I started to wonder if this torture was on purpose.

Suddenly I realized she was awake and looking at me, flashing me that devilish smile she had just before I passed out.

"Daydreaming about something?" She teased.

"Yes, Mistress," I admitted.

"Well, you should know, you'll have to earn the privilege of touching my pussy again and it won't come easy."

"Anything, Mistress."

"Good attitude. You've been out for a few hours. I drank you for probably an hour of that, but you should be recovered by now. It's nighttime and I want to show you off to my new friends."

It was hard to imagine Mya with a lot of friends. She didn't get along well with other vampires in high school and that's why she hung out with me. It was strange for a vampire to mingle with a human as a teen, except maybe to secretly drain them in the girls bathroom. I guessed that Mya had come into her own as an adult and finally found a friend group of her peers. I was happy for her.

"I got you a few things for tonight." She continued as she got up from the bed. Her breasts brushed across my body and sent a shiver down my spine. Even when I wasn't high, she had to be the hottest woman I had ever seen. As she turned and went to the closet I admired how the bottom of her ass formed a perfect crease against her thighs. She could've been a piece of art.

"First you'll be wearing this." She said as she pulled out a black leather collar with metal spikes. Attached to that was a leash. After she clasped the collar around my neck, it hung from her wrist. Did she expect me to walk on all fours like a dog? The next thing she pulled out confused me even more.

"And this goes around your cock," she said as she fastened a black plastic band with something electronic attached to the base of my cock underneath my balls.

"If you misbehave, this will happen," she said as she pressed a button on a small remote. A small burst of electric current shocked me between my legs and I doubled over. It only lasted for a second and then the pain was gone. She grinned again at me watching me try to recover from the shock. I started to realize I was getting another erection. It seemed the more time I spent with Mya and endured whatever she did to me, the hornier I became.

She put my leash down on the bed and pulled out a dress for herself.

"Will I be, uh..wearing clothes?" I asked.

"Not tonight." She answered as she continued picking things out of the closet for herself. "It's men's night at the local club, which just means owners will bring their men to show off -entirely nude."

Being in a place full of vampires with every bit of my skin exposed was a little terrifying. Normally, there was at least some sense of a barrier between my body and a vampire's fangs, however meaningless that barrier actually was against their power. She must have seen the panic in my eyes or heard my heartbeat increase because she smiled sweetly at me. She brought a handheld mirror to me.

"See this?" She tugged on a metal tag attached to the collar. "It's got my name on it, which means you belong to me. It means I say who is allowed to touch you."

That was strangely comforting, even if it was a little more open-ended than I would've liked. She could still allow whoever she wanted to feast on me but at least the whole club wouldn't see me as a free meal.

"Don't worry. You're going to have a blast. You might even get to touch a pussy or two..maybe even mine, if you're good." She said as she started pulling a blue and black dress down over her tits. The dress barely covered her ass and I noticed she didn't put on any panties. She sat down next to my leash on the bed and zipped up her black knee-high boots.

"Okay, let's go," she said and tugged on my leash. Not knowing how to act, I got on my hands and knees.

"No, no. You may be my pet, but you're not a dog. You're a man, Peter, walk like one."

"Yes, Mistress," I said and got back on my feet and walked behind her out of the apartment. Adult vampires had different sleep cycles to men and so cities were always bustling and exciting at night. As we walked down the street, I noticed other men on leashes being walked around just like me. On a patio, two vampires were sucking on a man's neck. He leaned his head back and had a delirious smile. As I looked closer I noticed his hands were reaching under their dresses. The mere act of touching them was getting him high out of his mind while they drank him. Another man, clearly one of the vampire's pets, was on his knees and worshiping her high heels. He had a dazed look so I imagined he was probably coming down from his own high.

I had never seen anything like this atmosphere. Mya and I were from the suburbs, which, while still being part of vampire society, was less intense than city life.

"What made you decide to move here, Mistress?" I asked.

"God, just look at it!" She said. "Sex in the streets and blood flowing freely! How vampires survive in conservative small towns is beyond me. I could drain you until you were a raisin right in here in front of anyone and they wouldn't bat an eye! In the suburbs, feeding is such a private matter."

Panic struck me again. All I could manage saying in response was "Oh.."

"I love when you're afraid of me, Peter. Seriously, this is so much more fun than when we were teenagers, don't you think?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress." I said while watching her ass sway as she walked. Apart from just getting my fix with her pussy, having her know that I wanted her was in fact more enjoyable than hiding it like I did as a teen, even if it came at a potentially deadly price.

"Well here we are, the Plasma Lounge!" she announced as we walked towards a two story brick building with neon lights adorning it. Outside, a couple of disinterested looking vampires leaned against the building, smoking cigarettes with their dresses hiked up as leashed men on their knees desperately lapped between their legs. Another vampire was surprisingly on her knees instead and sucking blood from a disoriented man's cock. I kept staring at her as she was biting him and then licking him from his balls to his tip, taking in the dripping blood as she went. Then I watched her deepthroat him and started over. I had only ever seen such acts in porn.

"Come along!" Mya said, pulling me out of my trance and tugging on my leash. We stepped through the doors and into a smokey bar room. The first thing I noticed is that two men were mounted to the back wall by restraints on their arms and legs. Vampires were using their bodies as dart boards. Serving bowls were beneath them catching any blood and the women who were playing darts filled their cups from them. As they threw darts, men licked their pussies and asses wherever they stood or sat down.

"How does one end up there?" I asked Mya. A bolt of electricity hit my groin and I nearly fell to my knees.

"In places like this, you don't speak unless spoken to." She whispered in my ear and then continued a little louder. "Some men are immune to the effects of our pussies and get a rebellious streak. Men who rebel are turned into games, furniture, or just food."

At the bar, bartenders served blood to patrons on tap. I shuddered to think of where that blood was coming from. I then noticed the men were fastened to the underside of the bar and licking vampires who sat down. Most of the men in the room knelt on the floor next to their owners or were eating them out from a more..liberated position.

Mya sat down at a table with 3 other women. They each had a man on a leash just like me. 2 were kneeling silently and the other's face was situated snugly between his owner's thighs. I followed suit and knelt on the cold cement floor beside Mya.

"Good pet," she praised me.

"Oh! You finally got your own man, Mya. No more mooching off the club!" The woman getting pleasured said in a shrill tone that startled me and irritated my ears.

"Yes and congratulations on another week not killing yours Paula!" Mya retorted sarcastically. "How long did you have to wait for..is this number three now?"

"They oughta let us drain our first one without penalty," a second woman interjected dryly.

"Kim, you're just as addicted to blood as that man is to what's between your legs!" The third woman said to the second.

"I don't know.." Kim said with a smile as she reached under her dress and then slipped two fingers into the mouth of the man at her side. "What do you think Benny?"

Benny didn't answer as he furiously sucked her fingers. All the women laughed at him. He didn't even seem to hear them. His pupils dilated as he continued. He was already high.

"How is yours doing, Monica? You've had him a month now?" Mya asked the third woman.

"Oli is very good at keeping my house clean now. He's not as good at eating me out yet but he makes up for that with his big cock. Did anyone want to play with him in a back room?" Monica asked as she ran her hands through his hair.