Everyday Monsters

It was later than Sam usually went to the gym, but he’d been held up by an end of the day phone call with his most annoying client. He had almost skipped his workout, thinking it wouldn’t hurt just to go home and veg out in front of a Netflix movie for once, but at the last minute, he’d turned into the fitness center parking lot, pleased with his own willpower.

By the time he was finished and stepping out of the shower, it was nearly closing time and the place was practically deserted. While this particular fitness center was always bustling with activity and overly noisy during the day, it was a bit creepy late at night when it was so empty. Sam stood in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around his waist, as he combed his sandy-colored hair and cleaned his ears. He was thinking about what he should have for dinner when he heard a slam against a locker from the back of the changing room.

He whipped his head around, heart pounding.

“H-Hello?” he called, voice so hoarse he had to clear his throat.

Nobody answered. He turned back to the mirror, hurrying to finish up, eager to get dressed and get the Hell out of there. He was so spooked his hands trembled as he packed up his bag and went to retrieve the clothes from his locker. He had just pulled his shirt out when a voice said “Excuse me,” only a few feet away. Sam yelped, dropping his shirt to the ground.

A man was standing there giving him a bemused look. He was about as tall as Sam, and of similarly average build, though his skin was much paler and his short black hair was slicked black. The man was wearing a striped button-down shirt, dark slacks, and loafers. He couldn’t have been working out, and he most certainly hadn’t been in the showers. Sam was certain that he had been alone in the locker room and the only one using them. And, despite the earlier slamming noise, he definitely hadn’t seen anyone moving around in the mirror behind him while he was drying off. This guy had seemingly popped out of nowhere.

The man raised an eyebrow and Sam shook his head, forcing himself out of his stupor. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “You startled me!”

The man chuckled and reached for the locker next to Sam’s. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

There was something off about this guy, but Sam couldn’t put his finger on it. The man turned the combination lock and tried to open the locker, but it got stuck. He jiggled the metal handle, brows furrowing in frustration.

“Damn,” he hissed under his breath. “Would you give it a try?”

“Oh, um …” Sam was beginning to feel exposed standing there in nothing but a towel, but he reached over to try and jiggle open the man’s locker.

Suddenly the man was standing uncomfortably close behind him, and the hairs on the back of Sam’s neck rose. He was moments away from telling the guy to back off the fuck off when a whisper reverberated across his skin, tingling up his spine and settling thick and foggy over his head.

“Maradj veszteg.”

All at once, Sam couldn’t move. He felt the man drape one arm over his shoulder, trailing cool fingers down his bare chest. Sam could only manage a small whimper, his voice otherwise inaccessible and his lips frozen shut.

“Hush,” the man murmured against his ear. He pinched Sam’s nipple and Sam sucked in a quick breath through his nose. “Just relax and enjoy it. I promise you will. I can be very charitable.”

The man pressed his lips against the side of Sam’s neck, and then, while still teasing his nipple, reached his other hand to cup the front of his towel. Sam’s cock, traitorous thing, appeared to be far less immobile than the rest of him, as it twitched and began to rise. The man breathed out a small laugh against the nape of Sam’s neck and then loosened the towel and let it drop to the ground.

Sam stood there naked, completely exposed in the embrace of a strange man, his erection growing by the second. Goosebumps broke out across the skin of his arms. The man took Sam’s eager prick in his unnaturally cold hand, giving it a firm squeeze before beginning to slowly stroke, working the skin forward and back. Sam’s cheeks grew warm. This was messed up. It shouldn’t feel so good to get a forced hand-job from some weird stranger, but it absolutely did. It felt amazing. And Sam didn’t even like men that much! His head was muddled and he could barely move a muscle beyond trembling and panting. The abnormal chill of the man’s skin somehow only served to heighten Sam’s senses, sending a thrilling shiver up his spine as his arousal grew.

“Such a good boy,” the man whispered, breath cool on Sam’s neck. He felt the man’s tongue against his pulse-point, and Sam’s lips finally came loose, his jaw dropping with a wanton moan. He closed his eyes, the steady stroke of his cock urging him quickly toward orgasm. “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt.”

Sam tensed, certain he was about to be violated. He hadn’t felt the man’s arousal, but he wasn’t an idiot. He knew what came next. This was rape, but somehow his arousal spiked rather than deflated, his cock throbbing eagerly, mere moments from shooting off. Sam braced himself, waiting to be bent over and pried open, but instead, he felt a sharp jab against the side of his neck. The man’s mouth was on him, his teeth inside him, deeply penetrating the thin flesh. The painful sting, however, quickly morphed into something pleasurable, and Sam let out a strangled cry as the man stroked him through the most powerful orgasm he could ever remember having. His cock spurted, cum splattering across the lockers as, he realized with a crazed jolt of panic, the vampire sucked his blood.

He screwed his eyes shut, starbursts behind his lids, body shuddering as he gulped for air. He floated, blissed out, for several moments before his eyes snapped open. He was alone again in the locker room, his towel still on the ground. As he bent to pick it up with a shaky hand, he noticed that there wasn’t any evidence of his emissions on the locker or the floor. Had he blacked out and dreamed it all? His hand flew to his neck and he raced to look in the mirror to examine it. Two neat little puncture holes were the only sign that anything had occurred. Sam hurried to get dressed and rushed out of the locker room, away from the gym, into his car, and home as fast as he could.

Still shaken, he dumped out his bag for the laundry when a small slip of paper fluttered onto the floor. Heart pounding, he picked it up, unfolded it and read the message.

My sincerest thanks, friend. Same time next week?

The initial spark of fear twisted almost instantly into lust and he tilted his head, fingers trailing idly over the small wound on his neck. His cock, though so recently spent, twitched eagerly in his pants.

Sam gave his head a little shake. No! Absolutely not! He couldn't possibly go back. It was an insane notion.

However, he made a mental note to be sure to eat plenty of red meat over the following week. Just in case!