I am submissive – not by choice. This is my story.
Many years ago, if years are even worth counting, I was a man who sought his fame and fortune like many other bold young men – among the high seas.
Like many, I had grown up in the colonies with no wealth or land to my name, but was determined to change that. Luckily, in this new dawn of an empire, sea faring was a bold path forward to both. Risky – but the payoff was worth it.
I started as a cabin boy. Bronzed by the sun, heaving the lines gave me rough hands and a strong back. My forearms rippled. It didn’t take long to work my way up on the deck, standing watch and even assisting with some navigation calculations. The captain took to me and by the time I was 20 years old I was first mate.
My good luck changed when an opportunity came along that was too good to be true. A chance to sail as captain – something I naively thought I was ready for. Dependable sea captains were running low as privateering became more lucrative (commissioned pirates paid by the crown). This was my chance to get my masters papers, and the client seemed eager.
We set sail before sunrise, on a low tide. The smell of the exposed rocks and seaweed was thick. Almost enough to cover the strong smell of our precious cargo. Large boxes from New Orleans destined for London, buried under what seemed to be enough furnishings and antiques to furnish a small castle.
A dense fog hung low in the channel. A buoy rang out ominously. I can still hear it clanging and wailing, as if to warn us not to leave.
We sailed along the coast for 2 nights before the winds shifted and we made our break East. After a fortnight we hadn’t seen any sign of life in a week, but our cook had met a terrible fate and was never seen or heard from again. Morale was low. As I journaled that evening, the fog crept into my room. A stiff wind blew, the ropes on the halyards snapped to attention and the old ship groaned as she heeled to port and picked up speed. Suddenly I felt as if I were being watched.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Goosebumps crawled up my arms. “Hello..?” I choked out.
A deep, exotic male voice spoke. “A pleasure to finally meet you captain”. I didn’t recognize him and I’m sure he wasn’t on the manifest.
“I hope you don’t mind, I’ve taken the pleasure of sailing with my belongings”
*What the hell?* I thought.. this is impossible, surely we would have noticed.
Seeing my confusion, the tall, dark man spoke, “I keep a low profile” he said.
“I’ve had my eye on you for some time captain, since before you were a mate. I’ve admired your work. I’m sure your strong, hard physique will serve me well.”
I was confused, he came closer and stood in the candle light. His eyes pierced into my soul. I was captivated.
“Stand up, please.” He commanded. Powerless to his voice I stood up. At the same time it gave me great pleasure to do as he wished. I wanted to do more of his bidding. It felt good to obey his command. Almost…. Sexual
“Now face me… and let me gaze upon you” he said as the corner of his lip curled. This time without the please. He knew I was his now. My blouse was unlaced. My sun kissed chest exposed. My leather trousers hugged my legs tightly. He drank me in. Eyes settling on my neck. I wanted him to come closer.
He leaned in, and brushed my long hair behind my ear. He inhaled deeply, smelling the sweat and oil on my body. His warm breath washed over me. I could feel my bulge growing, pressing against leather.
He moved his hand along my back. As if he had willed it, the fabric of my blouse sliced cleanly down where his hand has been. My loose garment floated to the floor. He embraced me – no squeezed me as he kissed my neck.
His kiss was deep and erotic. His lips and tongue flushed my skin as blood rushed to the surface. My cock was now as hard as it would get inside the prison that was my pants. I could feel the precum starting to well up.
As I stood there in ecstasy of his charms, I felt a warmth on my neck, followed by a thick wetness. I heard the sound of drops dripping on the wooden deck. It was blood, so much blood, he was draining me and all I wanted was more.
“I want more of you” I begged. My voice faint. Between the blood in my cock and the blood pouring out of my neck I felt tired, and weak, but all I wanted was more of him.
“On your knees” he ordered. Relieved to be off my feet, I dropped to my knees in front of him. He unlaced his trousers. Reaching inside he pulled out his glorious cock. It shimmered and curved up. He was hard as a rock. I stared at the underside of his beautiful vampire hard on. “You may take me, but if you do you will be mine forever “ he said. “I have chosen you to serve me, but now you must accept through this act of submission”
I grabbed his cock firmly at the base, as I squeezed it plumped up and the veins rippled. The head became taut. I took as much of his delicious ivory rod into my mouth as I could handle. I slobbered all over as I bobbed my head back and forth, eager to feel more of his hard cock in my mouth. My saliva ran freely, stringing down my chin, onto my chest and to the floor. I took my mouth away and looked into his piercing eyes. I stroked his girth, taking time to twist my grip on his head, causing him to shiver with pleasure.
Unsure of who was enjoying it more, this ritual could have gone on for hours. But finally, before I’d had my fill, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto him, his cock buried to the hilt. “Now you will be mine!” He snarled, bearing the fangs he used to feast on me.
I felt his hot load pump down my throat. I drank in his white ambrosia, later learning it’s serum vampires can use to control or turn their victims.
This was a powerful ritual. As he finished in me, he pulled out of my mouth. A string of cum connecting us. Using my finger I caught it and licked it up, not wasting a drop.
My insides were burning. Like an ember had been ignited. I felt his serum coursing through my veins. I felt powerful, I felt awake. I felt hungry. He had drank from me, and I him. My sole purpose in this new undead life was to serve him, but also create a life of my own.
It’s been nearly a 250 years. People come and go. But we stay the same. I’ve learned to adapt. Modern science and understanding has relinquished much of the lore of our kind to history and legends. We walk among you – hedonists driven by sex and desire. A hunger for forbidden. And this is my story.
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