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Sylvia’s Studio
Part 4: A Changed Man
I opened my eyes.
I felt weird. Like, really well-rested, yet still tired. I could’ve slept another six hours.
I was lying on a bed of fresh, fine linens completely nude. It was the nicest bed I had ever been in. I took a deep breath of the fresh, warm breeze blowing in from an open door to a terrace. I lifted myself on my hands. My muscles were sore. I put my hand on my neck and found no wound where I was bitten, just a little twinge, like the ghost of pain. There was no mirror, no dresser, no TV, nothing I was used to seeing in a modern bedroom but nice bed, two nightstands, and a plush carpet covering most of the floor. The drawers of the nightstand were like the drawers in a hospital. Bandages, small beakers, and whatnot were in there, but this was the nicest hospital room I had ever seen. The walls were dressed in textured green wallpaper and gold, art deco sconces. There was one piece of furniture if you could even call it that. Plastic milk crates of records supported a makeshift, wooden shelf with a late-eighties record player and two speakers. I dragged myself to the edge of the bed and set my feet on the floor. I couldn’t stand yet. My legs were all pins and needles and my head was dizzy. I remembered everything: Amie’s throat, the shower where Sylvia joined us, and the bite. It was like a dream, but I knew it was real.
I felt weak, but uninjured. My strength was building, but with it came an ache from my balls as if someone had been squeezing them.
The door opened quietly and I turned to see two figures in the doorway. I recognized one immediately.
“Gina!”
“You’re up,” she chirped sweetly like a mother walking into a nursery. “Try not to move around too much. Would you please get the tray for me, Master?”
A tall, remarkably handsome black man in an expensive-looking tracksuit stood behind her avoiding the light from the window. He smiled like a compliant father and walked away. This was a favor, not a command.
“Who’s that? Gina, what’s happening?” I asked.
She sat beside me on the bed, wearing the blue scrubs she wore at the spa. The warmth of her body felt comforting as she sat next to me.
“First tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Weird,” I answered. “Achy, like after a strenuous workout or something. My balls are achy and I feel it deep in my gut, like almost in my ass.”
“Just an ache though? Any severe pain?” she asked. “Like a stabbing pain in your belly or chest or anything?”
“No,” I answered, glad for that. “Just the muscle and ball ache.”
“That’s fantastic,” she smiled with that charm of hers. “You’re taking to the treatment perfectly. Your body is going through a metamorphosis. A mutation was introduced. You are still human but…enhanced. Oh baby, I knew you were the real deal. You know, I think about our time together a lot, especially in the bathtub.” She winked playfully.
I smiled slightly at the reference, trying not to think about how good her sopping wet pussy felt squeezing my thick rod. After all, I had questions that needed answering.
“Treatment?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she answered with a whisper. “We’ll talk more later, but now…”
She produced a pair of plastic pincers from a long pocket and crawled on the bed between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked. I was as weak as a kitten and completely at her mercy, but at least I could question.
“Taking measurements. That’s all, baby,” she answered, gently pulling down my crispy, cotton sheet and thin blanket to expose my cock resting on the testicles of a bull elephant.
“Wha-What the fuck!?” I gasped. “My balls!”
She placed her hand gently on my sore, left testicle and gently hoisted it in her warm hand, snickering, “Dang, that’s heavy!”
With her other hand, she pinched it gently in the pincer, settling on a number and scribbling it down on a small pad.
She lifted and measured the other. With a voice like an encouraging soccer mom, she said, “Fantastic growth, Len. God, they’re like ostrich eggs! Mistress Sylvia will be so happy.”
“My balls…they’re huge!”
Nonchalantly, Gina explained, “All of your seminal glands have increased in size exponentially, especially your prostate and testes. The increased sperm adds extra nutrients to the semen, but the prostate is the most important part.”
The handsome black man slinked elegantly into the room carrying a gold tray with a small pitcher of water with lemons and cucumber floating in it. Beside it was a full glass. There were two shortbread cookies beside it.
Gina sprang to her feet as he entered. “Thank you, Master.”
“What’s all this Master/Mistress stuff?” I asked. “And who are you all? Why are you doing this to me?”
The man smiled, handing Gina the tray, explaining, “It’s a way of life, new blood. See, Gina has surrendered herself to me, body and soul, and in return, I care for her every need. I drink in her nectar when I wish, and she lives comfortably, siirt escort securely, and with lots of love and care.”
I let them speak while I guzzled the entire pitcher of water.
“Yes, and it’s so good here! We all take care of each other and our masters and mistresses,” she smiled in reply. “I love my king,” she added, kneeling before him. She gracefully slid his pants down to his knees, exposing his dick and balls. He was nowhere as large as me, but still impressively big.
“I love you master,” she whispered, taking his cock into her mouth with the casual entitlement a wife would have kissing her husband’s cheek.
Her head bobbed slowly and he smiled with a mix of love and amusement.
“You enjoyed my Gina, no?” he asked me knowingly.
He knew!
I didn’t know what to say, so I picked the truth.
“She was amazing. My first.”
“Shit, really?” he replied with amusement. “You started late, huh? Well, it worked out for the best if you got to begin with my sweet Gina.”
It was weird casually chatting with a guy about fucking his girlfriend while she’s right there giving him a blowjob in front of you, but what the fuck wasn’t weird at this point?
“You’re a vampire?” I asked.
“Yeah, man, basically” he nodded. “I mean, I’m from another world. We found you humans and your wonderful fluids ages ago. With a bit of genetic manipulation, you can provide for our needs. But, if it’s easier to call us vampires, succubae, or incubi go ahead. You wouldn’t be the first. I’m one, so is Sylvia, and so are the others here. This estate is occupied by us and our thralls, like Gina, like the many you’ll meet here.” He smirked, “…like you, Len. Welcome to your forever home You are precious to your mistress, and all of us.”
Gina withdrew from his cock.
“My pussy is ready for you, Master. Tell me when you want it.”
“Now,” he purred in his deep voice.
Gina stood and he took her by the hips and flipped her upside-down like a practiced acrobat, then, he buried his face in her pussy with a loud slurp.
“Urghn,” she groaned quietly. “So good.”
“Why?” I asked. Words were still difficult with my head spinning, but she knew what I meant.
“They need it. Blood gives them life, but the other fluid gives them health and vigor. They call it our nectar. Skene’s glands and prostate glands are pretty much the same, and they produce an immunoprotein humans barely understand yet. But regular doses of them keep our masters young, strong, and free of disease. They’re inhuman, but not monsters; they have certain telekinetic abilities, but they are not magic; they aren’t immortal, they just age a lot slower. They need us, like parasites, but they give back. They know how to soothe our minds and spirits. It’s a symbiotic relationship.”
She reared her head back and cried, “Ugh! And I love it! Aaaaaugh!”
She shuddered deliciously and her legs spasmed. I remembered all the juice that burst out of her with sloppy joy on the waxing table, but there wasn’t a drop to be seen this time. I listened to David the vampire alien thing gulping it down hungrily.
I reached down and hoisted my huge, heavy balls, radiating that dull ache. I was a farm animal; a mutant dairy cow altered to produce for some alien species that wants to drink my milk. I felt woozy.
“Ah,” David exhaled. “Sumptuous as always, baby, but I really gotta get to bed. It’s seriously late for me.”
“Of course, master. Thank you for joining me.”
Gina’s feet were back on the floor and she was lifting my head, “Len?”
“What’s wrong?” I heard David ask; my vision now blurred.
“He’s fading, my love,” Gina answered. “Let him. He needs his rest. Get back in the oven, Len. You ain’t fully baked yet.”
I woke to the sound of 80’s British synthpop. The door to the outside was still open. It was night. I looked down to see the light blanket on the bed tented by my massive erection. My dick felt oddly good. Sometimes my erections were so hard they got tight and sore, but this was comfortable. I could feel my pulse in my cock. I never noticed it before. Ever so slightly, my dick was swelling and shrinking with every heartbeat. I didn’t know much about penis biology, but I knew that the blood was injected and then held there in some spongy stuff to make an erection. That wasn’t happening here. Blood was constantly flowing in and out, flooding every channel with blood, and maintaining a steady erection that would never go away. My ostrich egg-sized testicles had stopped aching, but seemed even heavier than before.
“Sylvia?” I called to the empty room, and she immediately walked in from the terrace with a warm smile on her lips.
She was so beautiful wearing a midnight blue sundress with pink polka dots that reminded me of her soft nipples, even in the dim lamplight of the room. I found it difficult to be mad at her for any of this. In fact, I was hoping she’d caress my touch-starved penis as silifke escort she sat beside me.
She spoke to me sweetly.
“You must be feeling so many emotions. None of them are wrong. You’ve been through a lot. I have to keep reminding myself of that. For you, this has been an exploitation, an assault, and a kidnapping. For me, it has been a glorious love story. Men who can survive the treatment are uncommon, but I found you thanks to my dear Jack. I touched you, fell in love with your body, and it gave me its sweet nectar right away as if it knew its mistress at first contact. Lovely Gina collected your semen sample for testing. It was so healthy! I knew you were the one. The last test was my darling Amie and I gauging your willingness to be fed upon — putting the idea in your mind of feeding us. You didn’t balk. I was so happy and excited. Then, I tasted your blood, my declaration of ownership, of adoration, the founding of our relationship. It was all so romantic. I know it must seem strange and rushed, but I love you so much, Leonard.”
“Len,” I sighed trying to process it all. Part of me loved this, part of me feared it.
She rose to her feet, looming over me, tall and elegant.
“I prefer Leonard, she said with the correcting tone of a mother. It’s more regal. Even Leo is good, but Len? Not a fan. No, you were Len, now you are Leonard. I insist. You’re my sexy boy, I want you to have a sexy name.”
“My grandpa was Leonard. I don’t want to be.”
Maintaining her authoritative tone, she remained firm. “Leonard, don’t be so stubborn. Show your mistress proper respect so I can love and pamper you.”
Fine, I figured. No one ever called me Leonard, but I guess this was a new life.
I sighed.
“Say yes,” she whispered alluringly.
“Sure. Yes.”
“Say yes, mistress.”
There was something about it I liked. Never before did I want to be taken care of by a woman, but Sylvia was different somehow. I wanted to serve her. I wanted to live for her. I wanted her to love me and pamper me. Shit. Who was I kidding putting up a fight, right?
“Yes, my mistress.”
She grinned with joy, twinkles in her eyes, saying, “Good boy. My lovely, burly boy.”
She slowly slid the blanket and coversheet back to observe my turgid, pulsing cock. She smiled in lustful delight. Her hand cupped and gently stroked my engorged testicles. Her touch was an instant comfort. It was too profound a reaction for the lustful crush I had on her before now. Something had changed in me.
“These are very full,” she remarked. “We must do something about that.”
She kissed each testicle like a blessing, then planted a big, wet kiss on my shaft, gently caressing it with her other hand.
“Is Amie a vampire?” I asked.
“Auh! Should I be jealous?” she chuckled. “Yes, she’s one of us. She’s my disciple, just about ready to go out on her own. She’s really more of a friend though. I care for her, I mentor her, I make love to her, and I adore her. You will enjoy her body again, I promise. The three of us will have lots of fun until she’s strong enough to get her own thrall.
She stood up, slipped off her sundress. She was buck naked, pale as a porcelain statuette with the curves of a Grecian urn. She lay on her back beside me on the bed.
“Feed me, Leonard,” she begged.
I wanted to. The drive was powerful, but I was puzzled.
“I want to feed you.” The moment those words escaped my lips, I was stunned by their truth. I truly did.
“That’s Amie’s specialty, not mine,” she explained with a smirk. “There’s more than one way to get fed.”
She spread her legs and I lifted myself finding strength unlike ever before. Dragging along my bloated ball sack like a truck pulling a camper. I crawled between her legs to get my first good look at her pussy. What I found was alarming for a split second, then hypnotically alluring.
Sylvia did not have a vulva. Two large, pink, vertical lips greeted my gaze. When I say lips, I mean her vagina was not a vagina at all. It was a mouth, a soft, pouty-lipped mouth easily twice the normal size of a human mouth.
“Holy shit… Sylvia, this is how you feed?”
Its lips pursed, puckering, and kissing the air with smooching sounds in anticipation of drawing out its meal.
My balls ached, and I knew how to cure it.
I crawled on top of her soft, pale body and stared into her bright blue eyes.
“Oh yes!” she squeaked with joy. “Kiss your mistress while she sucks you dry. Adore her while you feed her body your delicious broth.”
The head of my cock touched her pussy, and the lips kissed it hungrily, sucking it in as I drove it slowly. As soon as a few inches of my pulsing meat log sank between her cushiony lips, that pussymouth sucked in hard, slurping up my long dick like spaghetti, up to the root. It was a snug fit, but she didn’t seem uncomfortable at all.
“Give me that sticky man honey,” she cried with elation, “I crave silivre escort it!”
My god, I thought, she’s taking the whole thing!
“Holy shit” I whimpered in stunned ecstasy. “I never thought I’d ever…feel this.”
She laughed and kissed my lips deeply, then breathlessly whispered, “You were made for me, and I was made for you.”
Every inch of me was in her wet, suckling pussy, and I could feel a steady stream of my precum dribbling out of the tip of my cock. My giant balls, my bloated prostate, they were tingling hard. I began to thrust and buck like mad, my muscles tightening for a strong spasm.
“Oh man,” I cried, words spilling from my subconscious mind out of my mouth. “I want this. I want to feed you my cum. I want to be with you all the time. I want to be your lover; I want to be your food. I want you to hold me and love me forever. Let me worship you, Mistress! I’ll give you anything you want!”
“Yes, Leonard. I love you with all my heart, now fill me with your hot, sticky nectar.”
My cock swelled and compressed with a gentle strain that gave me a tickle in my core and I roared at the apex of pleasure, the best feeling I would ever know in life. My thumping cock kicked and throbbed, spewing rivers of thick cum into her while her pillowy pussy lips clenched tightly to it, sucking hard and hungrily. I lost count of the gushes, but it felt like I squeezed a quart of semen into her.
Each powerful suck of her pussymouth sent orgasmic tidal waves through Sylvia’s body and she quivered in rapture. With the last shudder, she bit my neck again. I was half-expecting it, so it was less of a shock. The pain was sharp, but faded immediately, like a flu shot. It was different though. I didn’t get lightheaded or achy. I realized she didn’t bite the artery this time, so not as much was sipped out by the lips on her face; it was her pussy lips that drank me dry.
She released me with a satisfied grunt, falling back onto her pillow. Her cheeks were rosy and her glazed eyes made her look drunk.
I chuckled, both at her silly expression and out of relief that the feedings were going to be easy. I could handle it.
I realized my erection truly was permanent. It continued to pulse with life comfortably inside her. I tried to pull it out, but her strong pussy sucked it back in strongly.
She giggled and kissed me.
“Don’t tell me you’re still hungry,” I gasped.
She smiled, reminding me of just how magnificent her beauty was. “No,” she explained. “I just like you there.”
“Are you going to suck my blood again?” I asked.
She shook her head. “A couple of feedings spread out over a week are all I ever want or need. Your magnificent cock, balls, and prostate, however, will never rest long.”
***
My life since has been nothing but pleasure and fulfillment. I watch movies and fix things around the estate, but I found out I love gardening. I spend most days in the huge garden here, tending flowers and growing small crops of vegetables for the other thralls. Doing anything is a little difficult with a constant, giant boner and two casabas bouncing around down there, but I got the hang of it. The other males showed me how.
Speaking of which, Jack found me and explained that he had been my mistress’ thrall for over three years, but he suffered a terrible fall that crushed his big, bloated testicles. Useless as dead tissue, they were removed and replaced with silicon eggs and hormone treatments. My mistress, because she is such a goddess, vowed that his service to her wouldn’t be forgotten, and she arranged a great job for him. In exchange, he found Sylvia a suitable replacement: me.
He’s my friend again, even if I see him rarely, and there are other male thralls I’m glad to call friends too. We’re a crazy sight to see: a bunch of guys shooting the breeze and chuckling about a football game or whatever, sporting these permanent, massive erections and big balls swinging around — so used to it that we don’t even notice anymore. I play with the other women too, including my Gina. It’s weird being around so many sexed-up people with overactive glands who only want to drain them all the time, but no one’s complaining. It’s bliss.
I lost count of how often I fuck Gina in a week. Her drenched pussy is my home away from home, and she just loves my cock. She told me she loves me, and I said it back. We meant it. Our masters always come first, but we have a special companionship that extends far beyond mere friendship. She’s like the loving wife I kiss goodbye every dusk to be enraptured by my goddess. All the while, she worships her handsome god and pours her essence into him.
I’m all Sylvia’s when night falls. Well, except when Amie visits. Sylvia loves to share my nectar with her protégé, who doesn’t need as much as my mistress, thank God.
I still pose for her camera. My cock is still the big draw, but there are a lot of big ball fans in her directory as well. I watch her shoot models all night sometimes, energized by the sustenance I give her, and it makes me feel good. Of course, there’s always another feeding before the morning light. I live to see her pussy lips smooching the air in anticipation of feeding. I long to feel them suckling on my long shaft, drawing up loads of my man nectar as it gushes out.
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