Photo Study #3 - Demonology

For the longest time, I've wanted to get a "Nightgaunt" mask in all black latex, but unfortunately, they have been discontinued.

Writing "Maxwell's Demon" only served to whet my appetite again for that type of mask, so I did the next best thing.

I commissioned one. This is made of silicone rubber - much better than the rigid latex of the original. I also slipped in some clip-on sunglass lenses into the eye area to give me that unearthly black stare.


The only thing I didn't have was the wings - but I put the order in for them and they arrived yesterday.

And I followed my story description as far as "becoming" the demon:

• Sheath pants
• Shoulder-zip catsuit (from SkinTightRubber)
  
• Latex undermask
• Gloves
• Boots
• Wings (from Specter Store)

It was amazing. It was thrilling. And I was so hard I could have punched a hole in concrete. Too bad I'm single again - it would have been great to have a minion .... any takers?

Face Off

(Make sure to click on the hyperlinks to the songs - ed.)

"You look nervous, Bobby - this should be a walk in the park for you."

Constantine Michaelides smiled at the singer who fidgeted and rearranged his shirt again. This time, he undid another button and pulled the shirt wider to reveal the thick slabs of golden pectoral muscle and the deep rift between them.

"I know. Maybe it's because Lucio wants us to win so badly that I'm feeling jumpy." His bald head gleamed in the backstage lights; his dark blue eyes twinkled as he gave the CHP captain a rueful grin.

"And this is your first time in front of thousands of people and you're cool, calm and collected. How the hell do you do it?"

Constantine laughed. His deep tenor wrapped around Cromwell like silk. "I'm looking forward to the rush - it's right up there with sliding on my spharai and slicing open those sonsofbitches in the bank..."

"Ready guys?" Emmy Rossum walked up to the two tall, handsome men and put an arm out for each of them. She tossed her curly titian hair and gave the CHP commander a grin and a wink. "Let's knock 'em dead!"

* * *

It all started innocently enough ... a couple of precincts had gotten together for a karaoke night. Their respective captains figured that it was a good way to socialize and ease some jurisdictional friction. What was surprising was that more than a few of the patrolmen had amazingly good voices. Soon it became a regular (but friendly) competition to see what group of LEOs could outdo the other. More precincts joined. The meetings moved to a larger bar. The weekly get-together moved to monthly. Then every six months as the population swelled.

The LASD joined in. The competition moved to a VFW hall. The Fire Department asked to be included. Then the CHP. At this point, the event took on a life of its own. The recording companies took notice of this untapped talent pool. They began to contribute to the competition. It was a way for them to showcase their own talent and gain prestige as well by sponsoring the various departments. It moved to the Hollywood Bowl. Suddenly, what had been an informal get-together between various first responders now became an organized celebration to rival the Oscars or the Golden Globes.

The CLEF (California Law Enforcement and First Responder) Awards were born.

* * *

Bobby Cromwell was finishing the last song of his new album when he saw the door to the control room open and a tall shadowy figure enter. As the last notes died away, the technician gave him a thumbs up and he removed the headphones.

"That was perfect as usual, Bobby! Great work! You've got another multi-platinum album on your hands!"

"Thanks, Gus! But then again, I'd never sound as good without you!" The man beamed at the compliment and gestured for the dark figure to join the artist in the recording room proper. The soundproof door opened up to admit Constantine Michaelides, who strode over to Cromwell with a 100-watt smile on his face. The technician indicated he was going for a short break.

"Mr. Cromwell, it's really an honor to meet you - thank you so much for volunteering to sing with me at the CLEF competition."

The former mobster gave the CHP captain a wide smile and a thorough once-over; starting from the sable-black hair and sapphire-blue eyes to the strong jaw and soul patch, down the sculpted torso wrapped tightly in a pale green tank top, across the tanned, muscled arms and down to the sinfully bulging crotch and tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination.

Bobby stood up and grasped the captain's hand. His golden-bronze skin provided a striking contrast to the bright yellow t-shirt that stretched obscenely across his massive chest and arms and a pair of white denim shorts hugging powerful thighs.

"Dr. Cannon does some damn fine work, doesn't he?"

Constantine looked momentarily shocked. Bobby pulled him into a crushing hug. "Xander saved my life, too. I was dying and then I woke up looking like this." It was a poignant moment when the two men embraced.

A tanned, muscular arm slid down Michaelides' back and rested lightly on his ass. "You're among friends here, Connie - never forget that."

The other door began to open and Bobby quickly disengaged from Constantine. Emily Rossum entered the room and ran into Cromwell's outstretched arms.

"Hey sweetheart!" He swung her around.

"Isn't our CHP captain supposed to be here?"

"Right. There." Bobby pointed to Michaelides.

She blushed and turned to the captain. "Oh! I'm so sorry! You don't ..."

The commander cocked an eyebrow at the red-haired beauty and gave her a lopsided grin. He lightly grasped her hand and kissed it. "Constantine Michaelides at your service ... but 'I don't' what, Ms. Rossum?"

"Well ..." Bobby was trying not to laugh.

"... Well, you don't look like a policeman. You sort of look like you're one of Bobby's co-stars at Thor ..." she trailed off and blushed scarlet.

The captain chuckled. Emmy shivered through the core of her being at the sound. Damn, his voice has got the same effect on me as Bobby's...

"Well, next time you're in Santa Monica, I'd be honored if you'd stop by our Division HQ. I think you'd find all of my men fit into that category. More or less. More on the 'more' side, though ... Besides, you and Mr. Cromwell here are two of our favorite recording artists."

"Oh, Captain, there's no need to be so formal. I'm Emmy and that's Bobby. What do your friends call you?"

"Sir." He said it with a perfectly straight face.

They all started laughing. "Connie. My friends call me Connie."

At this point, Gus returned to the control room. "OK, folks - let's start the practice. We're gonna do 'Senza Catene' first. Bobby - you start. Captain Mi-..."

"Connie."

"... Connie, you pick up after the first stanza. Can you try to sing in a lower key than Bobby?"

The CHP commander nodded. "Put on your headphones and let's go."

The music started. Bobby took Emmy's hands in his own and began:

Non ho piú catene ma solo piange il cuor lonta no da te

Emmy smiled into the blue-purple eyes and joined in. Her contralto entwined with his tenor:

Non ho piú catene perché so che il tuo amor so per me

Bobby's timbre increased and the notes filled the studio:

E so che un di ti rivedrò Ti stringero ancor .....

The music swelled. Connie began to sing.

Guardo il ciel e so, dove sei cosa fai E dovunque andrai senti rai

Both Bobby and Emmy jaws dropped open. Connie's voice was a powerful mid baritone as clear and as darkly sensual as Cromwell's. Perhaps even more. There was something in his voice that gripped the core of their beings and stroked them in ways unimaginable. He gave the two a wicked grin. Emmy turned to Michaelides as he took her hands in his. My God they're so strong ... like silk wrapped around steel. They sang together:

I sospiri miei che per ter sol per te Parlano d'amor, del mio amor

The commander's voice filled the studio. Bobby picked up the song from Emmy. Tenor and baritone swirled and mixed:

Non ho piú catene

Emmy joined in with the two. The three voices combined to form a near-angelic harmony:

Ma solo piange il cuor lontano da te da te da te

Non ho piú catene perché so che il tuo amor é so

Bobby's tenor rose above the harmony:

per me

As the amazing performance continued, Emmy stood between the two men. Her contralto soared above the tenor and baritone's voices. She tilted her face to Cromwell and stroked his cheek:

E so che un di ti rivedrò

Then she repeated the gesture with Michaelides as the two men continued to sing:

Ti stringero ancor, Ti stringero ancor ...

The three slowly repeated the final verse as the music faded. Emmy, Bobby and Connie just stared at each other in wonderment.

Gus broke the silence. "Jesus Christ, Almighty! That was beyond incredible! Connie - where on God's little green earth did you learn to sing like that?"

"I sang in church when I was a youngster, but I never had any formal training..." a quick look passed between Cromwell and the commander. "I can also sing tenor if you need me to."

The technician shook his head. "Lucio isn't going to believe this ..."

* * *
The announcer's voice boomed over the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen ... Representing CHP Santa Monica and Aria Records, Commander Constantine Michaelides, Bobby Cromwell and Emily Rossum. They will be performing 'La Fiamma Sacra' "

The crowd applauded as the lights dimmed and Bobby entered stage left. The spotlight make his skin glow a molten bronze as the music began:

Born with the voice of an angel,
A boy with the earth on his hands,
For this child of the lowly,
Fate had made other plans.

Bobby gathered his breath. He moved to center stage. A second spot glowed to life to bathe Constantine in a wash of light at the far right of the stage. He was wearing a black highlander shirt that was stretched tightly across his shoulders and draped softly down his torso. It was tucked into a pair of snug, leather pants; the outfit was completed by a pair of tall leather boots. The SMD patrolmen in the audience roared their approval.

He was only a man of the people,
With barely his clothes to his name,
But when he sang there was magic,
Touched by love's sacred flame,
La Fiamma Sacra.

As their voices twined around each other, Connie moved towards Cromwell. Bobby's voice rose into a solo that hushed the audience:

Holy fire in his soul,
Born to conquer the Dark,
A man who came - to carry the flame,
Awakening - la Fiamma Sacra.

Bobby breathed deeply, catching his breath. Connie picked up the lead and sang:

He sang to the soul of a nation,
A voice for the weak and the strong,

Emmy appeared in a third and final spotlight. Her contralto wove seamlessly into Michaelides' tenor. The spotlight followed her as she glided across the stage to join the two men. The CHP commander turned to her and took her hands into his. She smiled encouragement.

A world of fabulous stories,
Came to life in his song,
With a gift for the whole of creation,
He gave not for fortune or fame,
A simple man blessed with magic,
Touched by love's sacred flame,
La Fiamma Sacra.

Constantine took a deep breath and his clear voice rose to the heavens. If it was possible to shock the crowd further, he did. While Bobby's solo quieted the audience, Connie's performance floored them:

Holy fire in his soul,
Born to conquer the Dark,
A man who came - to carry the flame,
With a voice that can speak to the heart.

The three voices now joined together to finish the song, with Connie's tenor in the lead.

Holy fire in his soul,
Born to conquer the Dark,
A man who came - to carry the flame,
Awakening - La Fiamma Sacra ...
Awakening - La Fiamma Sacra.

As the music died, the silence was deafening. You could have literally heard a pin drop. Suddenly, the roars of approval gathered strength like an oncoming tsunami. Connie looked on in amazement as they received a standing ovation. Five minutes passed and the crowd was still on their feet - cheering.

"Wow ..." he breathed as a wide smile broke across his face. If anything, the shouts and applause grew louder. Emmy hugged him.

"You were amazing, Connie! Simply amazing!"

"It's not over yet, Emmy - I still have to do my solo ..."

* * *

Backstage, Connie sat on a chair, polishing his remaining boot. His leather pants were stretched obscenely tight across his thighs and crotch. One boot was done and it stood next to him, glowing with a warm patina in the overhead fluorescent lights.

"That wasn't a bad performance, but you ain't gonna win, MISTER Santa Monica... "

He looked up into the tight face of an angry black woman. She continued. "I've won this competition four years running and you ain't gonna break my winning streak!"

Michaelides continued polishing his boot. "You must be Eleanor Haskell. Your "I Will Survive" was quite good, but you know - there's a first time for everything..."

"I got connections!" She hissed. "You better watch yourself!" Haskell stomped away.

Bobby passed the woman as he strode over to Connie.

"Who was that?"

"Eleanor Haskell. Detective. LAPD. I've been 'warned' to watch myself because she 'has connections'." The CHP commander gave a wicked laugh. "She's been a nasty bitch for as long as I've been at SMD. 'Connections', my ass..." He finished his boot and proceeded to pull both of them back on. He stood up and stomped to settle his feet.

The other tenor held him close and trailed his lips across the strong jaw. He smiled. "You're on in five minutes, Connie ... break a leg!"

* * *

"Ladies and Gentlemen - again, Captain Constantine Michaelides of CHP Santa Monica ... performing 'Private Emotion.' "

The crowd roared its approval. Connie had to put up his hands to quiet the crowd. The music for his solo began:

Every endless night has a dawning day,
Every darkest sky has a shining ray,
And it shines on you baby can’t you see,
You’re the only one who can shine for me.

His voice held a note of sorrow and yearning within it. Although the lights on stage made viewing the crowd difficult, he could see that his performance was having the desired effect.

It’s a private emotion that fills you tonight,
And a silence falls between us,
As the shadows steal the light,
And wherever you may find it,
Wherever it may lead,
Let your private emotion come to me,
Come to me ...

When your soul is tired and your heart is weak,
Do you think of love as one way street,
Well it runs both ways, open up your eyes,
Can’t you see me here, how can you deny ...

It’s a private emotion that fills you tonight,
And a silence falls between us,
As the shadows steal the light,
And wherever you may find it,
Wherever it may lead,
Let your private emotion come to me,
Come to me ...

Every endless night has a dawning day,
Every darkest sky has a shining ray,
It takes a lot to laugh as your tears go by,
But you can find me here till your tears run dry...

It’s a private emotion that fills you tonight,
And a silence falls between us,
As the shadows steal the light,
And wherever you may find it,
Wherever it may lead,
Let your private emotion come to me ...
Let your private emotion come to me ...
Come to me ...

Another standing ovation. The CHP commander put out his arms and bowed to the crowd. Connie turned to see Eleanor in the wings, seething. He blew her a kiss. She stormed away. So much for your 'connections', cunt ... he thought.

* * *
It took the judges a while to tabulate the all the entries from the crowd (telephone voting was also allowed) and after all the secondary awards had been doled out, the last remaining people on the stage were Connie and Eleanor.

The emcee looked pensive. "Folks - seems as if we have a little problem on our hands ... we have a tie." Connie looked a bit surprised. Eleanor -- merely nonplussed.

"This is really a first time event for us, folks ... no one has been able to even come close to Detective Haskell's performances before..." She smirked.

"But Captain Michaelides voice has really blown everyone away here tonight ..." Her smile faltered.

Constantine stepped forward. "May I make a suggestion?" The emcee motioned him to continue.

"I've enjoyed every minute here tonight with you all..." he paused. "... what about one more song, each of us - winner take all?" He turned to Eleanor. "You game, Ellie?" He gestured to the audience, who roared their approval.

Haskell looked stunned. Connie raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. "Well?"

Her face hardened. "Deal." She put out her hand. They shook on it.

"Folks, we're going to take a short break and then we'll have the final competition."

* * *
Bobby and Emmy gathered around Constantine as he returned backstage. They walked into the dressing room as he shut the door.

"Connie! We don't have anything else that we've practiced! What are you going to do??"

He flashed a bright smile at the actress. "I've got something up my sleeve, Emmy..." At that point there was sharp rap on the door. "... and that should be it, now."

Michaelides opened to the door to reveal a breathtakingly beautiful dark-haired woman. Her ebon tresses curled around a soft oval face. Green eyes were highlighted by expertly-applied smoky makeup and complimented the ice-blue silk dress that clung to her every curve like an attentive lover. She was accompanied by a tall, black-haired man in a white suit. Like the other men in the room, he had golden-bronze skin, deep blue eyes and an amazingly chiseled physique. A sharply trimmed mustache and small beard framed a blinding white smile. He carried a garment bag over one arm and a small shopping bag in the other. A white fedora with a black ribbon was perched low over his face.

Bobby's eyes widened. "Ariane??"

" 'ello Bobby." She sauntered into the room, seductively swinging her hips. "I take it zhat ve are going vith Plan B??" Her Russian accent made her voice even more seductive.

"Yep." He turned to the two singers. "Emmy, Bobby, this is Ariane Zutrovna and Jaz Romanov. Jaz is one of my patrolmen. Thanks for bringing the outfit over. Ready for your closeups?"

Her eyes hardened and the steely determination shone through her face. "Da. Let us get you ready and then ve can grind that styervo into ze dust."

Romanov grinned. "Me too, Cap - I'm ready to kick some LAPD butt!"

The other SMD officer turned and shook Emmy's hand. "It's a real treat to meet you Ms. Rossum - you were great out there! You too, Mr. Cromwell!"

"T-thanks!" Jesus! Connie wasn't joking about the men in his Division! But Ariane ... wow. I'm glad she's on our side. Emmy thought. That is one scary woman.

The garment bag was unzipped to reveal a pair of black pants and a white jacket with some silver embroidery running down one side.

Bobby took Emmy's elbow. "We'll leave you guys to get ready. Just call us if you need anything." Ariane gave them a curt nod as they exited the dressing room. Cromwell closed the door quietly behind them.

"Bobby, who was that woman? She scares the crap out of me."

Cromwell kissed her forehead. "Emmy, you don't need to know. She works for Lucio. Let's just leave it at that, okay?"

* * *
The lights on the stage dimmed and a spotlight illumined a white piano at center stage. In a black sheath dress, Eleanor lounged on the top of the instrument.

"Performing 'Sooner or Later', ladies and gentlemen ... Eleanor Haskell."

The music started with a muted trumpet and drums gently brushing their tops. The detective began to sing.

Sooner or later you're gonna be mine,
Sooner or later you're gonna be fine.
Baby, it's time that you face it,
I always get my man.

She rolled onto her back and bent a knee.

Sooner or later you're gonna decide,
Sooner or later there's nowhere to hide.
Baby, it's time, so why waste it in chatter?
Let's settle the matter.
Baby, you're mine on a platter, I always get my man.
 

"Damn, she's good..." Emily looked worriedly at Cromwell.

"Connie's better." There was no hesitation in the tenor's response. The LAPD detective slid off the piano. She leaned against it and tilted her head back, and then turned her head towards the audience.


But if you insist, babe,
the challenge delights me.
The more you resist, babe,
the more it excites me.
And no one I've kissed, babe, ever fights me again.
If you're on my list, it's just a question of when.
When I get a yen, then baby, Amen.

I'm counting to ten, and then ...
I'm gonna love you like nothing you've known,
I'm gonna love you, and you all alone.

Sooner is better than later but lover, I'll hover, I'll plan.
This time I'm not only getting, I'm holding my man.

The audience broke out into wild applause. Haskell spread her arms out; the applause grew.

"Who the hell does she think she is? Eva Peron?" Emmy muttered. The detective walked off the stage and passed by them with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Bobby's phone rang. He flipped it open.

"Hello?" He looked a bit surprised. "Hey BODHI - what's up?" He listened to what the other person was saying. His brows drew together. "You taking care of that? Good. The folks here are aware of it now? Even better. Thanks bud!" He snapped the phone shut.

"Who was that?"

A pause. "Another one of Lucio's guys. Seems that our sultry detective had someone skewing the phone voting her way. We've managed to readjust the figures to the proper scores. Connie actually won. It would be a major embarrassment for everyone here if the vote rigging became public, so the judges have been quietly informed. Connie will do his performance and then he'll be announced the winner."

"How did you fi-..."

Cromwell waggled his finger at his red-haired partner. "If Lucio wants to tell you, Emmy - he will. He loves you like a baby sister, but don't get nosy. Please. It's safer that way, sweetheart - trust me on this." 

* * *

The stage was cleared. Out of the darkness, the announcer's voice boomed over the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Captain Constantine Michaelides performing 'Bailamos' ... and let's give him a hand for being such a good sport!" The crowd roared for the SMD commander.

The strings of a guitar plucked a few notes, then faded. It was followed quickly by the shaking sounds of a rattle which also died; a latin beat then began pounding on the drums. The guitar started playing again.
From the left, Ariane and Jaz glided arm-in-arm onto the stage. There was a collective gasp from the audience as the two moved to the center. A cloud of unbridled lust descended on the gathered crowd - you could feel the audience's pulse begin to hammer in rhythm with the drumbeats. Another spotlight highlighted Constantine to the right of the couple.

He was dressed in snug black pants and a white silk jacket that had an oriental dragon picked out in silver embroidery running down it's left side. A black shirt unbuttoned half to the waist stretched tightly over his slabbed pecs and abs and the stage lights gleamed off the golden skin of his exposed chest. A pair of sunglasses rode low on his nose and partially covered his blazing blue eyes.

Esta Noche Bailamos
De Noite - da mi vida
Quedate conmigo

His tone was like satin whispers in the small hours of the night.

Christ, he's incredible! Emmy thought. She put a hand to her face. Oh my God, I'm drooling!

Ariane and Jaz began to tango. It was amazing to see. Every turn, every dip inflamed the passions of the audience. Jaz slid behind Ariane and ran his hands slowly down her arms and then stroked an exposed portion of her thigh. Connie sang. His voice was a feral purr as it swept over the gathered crowd. He turned to watch the couple.

Tonight we dance I leave my life in your hands
We take the floor
Nothing is forbidden anymore
Don't let the world in outside
Don't let a moment go by
Nothing can stop us tonight

He moved closer to the two.

Bailamos - let the rhythm take you over Bailamos
Te quiero amor mio - Bailamos
Wanna live this night forever - bailamos
Te quiero amor mio - Te quiero

Jaz spun the Russian beauty away. Ariane's attention was caught by Connie.

Tonight I'm yours
We can make it happen I'm so sure
I won't let it go
There is something I think you should know.

I won't be leaving your side
We're going to dance through the night
I want to reach for the stars.

He took Zutrovna's hand and pulled her to him.

Bailamos - let the rhythm take you over - Bailamos
Te quiero amor mio - Bailamos
Wanna live this night forever - Bailamos
Te quiero amor mio - Te quiero

Connie turned her face to him and brushed his lips against hers. He continued to run his lips down her throat as she arched her back in ecstasy. Michaelides then moved behind Zutrovna and sinfully stroked down her curvaceous figure. Jaz stood looking at the two - a jealous look on his handsome face; his powerful arms straining the white fabric of the jacket as they were crossed angrily on his rock-hard chest.

Tonight we dance
Like no tomorrow
If you will stay with me
Te quiero mi amor

Quidate conmigo
esta noche - bailamos

He spun her away and back into Jaz' arms. Romanov continued the erotic dance with Zutrovna as Connie reached an arm out to the Russian beauty. He voiced ached with loss.

Bailamos - let the rhythm take you over Bailamos
Te quiero amor mio - Bailamos
Wanna live this night forever - Bailamos
Te quiero amor mio Bailamos
Como te quiero
Como te quiero
Como te quiero

The crowd went wild. The standing ovation he received before was but a weak echo of what thundered through the Bowl now. Connie, Ariane and Jaz took their bows. It was literally twenty minutes before the crowd quieted down.

* * *

Once again, Connie and Eleanor were on stage. Bobby and Emmy stood back a bit. The emcee was grinning. 

"Well, it appears that we have a winner ... congratulations, Captain - CHP Santa Monica and Aria Records have won this year's CLEF awards."

The crowd went wild. Michaelides opened his arms and gave Eleanor a hug. With a smile on his face, he pitched his voice so only she could hear. "You ever try that phone scam again Ellie, and I'll make sure they'll never find your fucking body."

She stiffened in his embrace and looked wildly at him. Continuing to grin, he purred. "Smile, bitch, or I'll kill you now..."

A hard knot of terror settled in her stomach; that beautiful white smile never reached his blue eyes - they were cold, flat and empty - at a visceral level, Eleanor knew he was making no idle threat.


Lucio Giambi watched backstage as the commander and his two artists received their awards.He smiled to himself as he thought of the Mel Brooks line - It's good to be king...

* * *

OK, call me a hopeless romantic. This story - in one shape or form - has been bouncing around in my head since I first introduced Connie. The original incarnation was basically a karaoke party with a special guest appearance by Bobby Cromwell, but that never quite got off the ground.

The most fun part of this was actually picking out the songs for the contestants. I have a rather long commute to and from work, so my MP3 player keeps me company (I have a Zune 120GB by the way - and I love it)

The whole competition thing was a direct result of my viewing "Dance Your Ass Off" and watching the last two competitors - Adamme (whom I love) and LaToya (whom I utterly detest).

I also wanted to highlight some of the other innate talents that Xander has built into the CHP commander; there's a lot more that readers will see of Captain Michaelides. We can also see here that his more brutal tendencies are always present, but well-controlled beneath the surface. This story also helped me remove several other writer's blocks I've had on other stories - particularly one revolving around Ariane.

The mysterious BODHI - the person who called Bobby on the phone - is another character that is going to be developed. Keep your eyes peeled for some new material!

The Transformation - Part III

Daryl

Daryl was a 21 year old male; height 6’1” about 150 pounds with strongly chiseled facial features, well developed abs and muscular arms but not overly so. He was ‘well endowed’ below the belt and was proud of it. The young man just graduated University with a degree in literature. He was smart, politically active and very much a part of the ‘alternative’ lifestyle. He adorned himself with many body modifications including septum, labret and eye brow piercings. His pride and joy was the recent PA in his dick. To him it was the most painful and sweet sensation of having a needle thrust through his penis head and then a metallic ring inserted and then closed with a ball. The weight of the ring just added to his daily sensation pleasures.

Although he wasn’t inked, Daryl kept thinking of getting tattoos. The style that most fit him were designs by Paul Booth; dark, ominous and demonic in nature. You see, Daryl was a Goth. He was always in black clothing, leather when appropriate, wearing white face make up, black mascara and black lip stick. He also went as far as putting the pure white make up on his hands and any other part of his body that he knew would be exposed to the public on any given day. He wore it day or night, during working hours and even when he visited his family. He had fang dentures as well and even wore them out in public at times just for the effect. Daryl thought it would be ‘cool’ to be a vampire.

It has now been several weeks since I kidnapped Daryl from the party. I have only taken enough blood each day to keep him weak and compliant. During that time I only fed him to keep him alive. Daryl was kept bound; sometimes on the bed and other times on a specially constructed Rack. When he was free (relatively speaking), he serviced me to keep me from killing him.

Sometimes I blindfolded and gagged him, but most of the time he could see perfectly. As time wore on, he became more and more quiet and withdrawn. The only time he spoke was to ask when I was going to kill him. I kept reassuring him I had other 'plans' for him and that he was going to be 'unspoiled' until I was ready.

In the beginning, Daryl tried to resist when I Fed from him; over time as the hopelessness of his situation became apparent, he submitted more and more freely to my will. Eventually, he would just cock his neck to one side and let me Feed. It also appeared that he was actually beginning to enjoy the bloodletting as his cock would become erect and hard. He was becoming more and more my Human slave. My Renfield. There were times I had him unbound. I would dress him up in rubber suits or leather bondage gear. I had him as my 'Dog'; on all fours, hooded as a dog, eating and drinking from a bowl, pissing and shitting in specially placed containers and papers in the bathroom. As his will crumbled, I saw my slave enjoy this 'role playing' more and more …or at least so I thought. Now he called "Master". During the day when I slept, he slept. When I was out feeding, he waited patiently all tied up in his bed or in a sleep sack; hooded, blindfolded and gagged. He still was unaware of what I had in store for him. The time still was not yet right but it was fast approaching.

One day a package arrived…a package I had ordered several weeks earlier. A package that was to change my slave’s life forever. I grabbed it from the front porch whisked it upstairs to my lair. As I walked into the room, there was Daryl, tied to his Rack; naked, collared, gagged but not blind folded.

I went over to him and whispered into his ear softly, "I’m not going to drain you tonight. Tonight isss going to be ssspecial. Tonight you will be changed!"

With that I removed all my clothes and began to morph from the pale ashen white human form into what I truly was … a Vampire. By now, Daryl was used to the transformation and was no longer terrified by the change. I growled and hissed as my bat ear and nostrils took shape. I stretched my arms up and out as my talons appeared and my skin color changed. It was pure pleasure to go through this change as for me to become what I always thought I should be and now was. My cock surged with the infusion of blood rushing through it. It got hard…so very hard. And when it was over and the human form was no more, I took deep breaths and stared at the young Daryl tied helpless before me. I went over to him and removed his gag and collar.

"Master, you are so beautiful." He said panting. "Do you want me to suck your cock now?"

"No, my sssweet…not yet!" I said with a grin, "Not yet!"

I stared into those young sweet blue eyes of his, went up to him and gave Daryl a kiss, not to draw blood, but to ease any fears he may have had. "I have a present for you, my sssweet boy." And as I said that, I took one of my talons bent over and cut a nice straight slit across the top of the taped box. Ripping open the top, I pulled the object from the carton without letting Daryl see what it was, I began to laugh with a snarl. I turned around and with and evil grin, held up in front Daryl’s face a mask…a Vampire mask just like the one that was now my face. "Thisss isss for you my sssweet! Thisss isss for you!"

My slave’s eyes now bulged at the sight before him and the sense of doom began to overwhelm him. "Master! What are you doing?!"

"Thisss isss for your new face my sssweet! You are to become like me. To Ssserve me for all eternity! Prowl the night like me. Ssstalk your food like me. Drink blood like me! You will be my Vampire Ssslave!"

"Master, please I don’t want to be a Vampire! I’ll serve you …be your slave! I will do whatever you demand! But I just want to stay HUMAN!" Daryl was now in a panic, "You can’t do this to your most loyal slave! PLEASE! PLEASE! Kill me first! Do anything but…but not that! Please…I want to be HUMAN!"

"Enough of thisss!" I exclaimed, "You have no choiccce!" And with that I put my talon hands inside the mask and stretched it apart and started to raise it over his head when Daryl began to thrash wildly trying to break his tight bonds and tossing his head wildly in all directions in a vain attempt to avoid the inevitable.

I stepped back hissing, snarling with anger and with the back of one hand (to ensure that I would only cause pain but no damage), slapped my slave across his face very hard snapping his head to one side. "ENOUGH OF THISSS!"

Daryl now stunned but still alert now went limp. He now started to pant heavily and gasping for air looked sadly at me as if through silent begging would stop me. I again stretched the Vampire mask apart and lifted it over his head. In one last desperate, yet vain attempt at protest he said to me with sadness, "Oh, please, Master, please. No. Please, no."

I leaned into his ear and said, "I know you want this. You know you want this. Accept my gift. Join me forever!" And with that I started to lower the mask over his head. When the silicone latex first touched Daryl’s skin he twitched. Slowly, I lowered the mask farther over my sweet boy’s head; his forehead soon disappeared and just before I covered his eyes I could see a tear well up and run down his cheek.

Daryl’s now closed eyes were no longer visible and I rested the mask on the bridge of his nose. Ever so slowly like a religious ritual I continued…downward…downward over his nostrils’ which flared to get more air. His cheeks were disappearing beneath the mask as well as his lips. I hesitated for a second, resting the mask on his chin. I began again, over the chin and down the neck until I could see the top of the mask now rest on top of his head. I could see the eye sockets of the mask meet Daryl’s eyes. I started to remove my hands making sure my talons would not damage the face that lay underneath. This would be the last time I would ever feel Daryl’s soft, young, sweet skin.

I adjusted the mask's chest and back apron but as I was about to adjust the mask so that everything was in perfect alignment from Daryl’s lips to his nose and eyes with that of the mask, I saw no need. It was doing that all its own. I stepped back in wonderment of what I knew was about to happen. He opened his eyes and as I could already see the mask beginning to take hold, I saw another tear well up and fall over the face of a new Vampire. I stepped back.

Daryl tried to say something but couldn’t as he began to twitch and convulse as the mask began to take hold. I could tell he was in pain now but I knew the tendrils that were now penetrating and racing throughout his body would calm him and give him pleasure as they did to me during my transformation. I saw fanged teeth develop and the rim of the Vampire mask apron attach and meld with his skin. Daryl groaned in both pain and pleasure. I smiled remembering what I went through. His rocked back and forth with each new sensation he was feeling. I saw his cock engorge with blood and grow larger … bigger and harder than I had ever seen it before. I bent down and did something that no one did for me when I was being transformed. I put his penis in my mouth and milked him. For me, it was a beautiful experience and for Daryl, from the groans that came from him, it was pure pleasure.

I stepped back to witness the final stages of Daryl’s transformation. I then noticed something that I didn’t recall from my own transformation - his skin now began to morph in color and texture to that of the mask. It was beautiful to see. There were almost no sounds coming from my young Vampire slave … just rocking of his head as the filaments from the Vampire mask took hold of his body and mind.

Daryl then started to hiss and growl as I did when the tentacles took hold of his throat and voice box. He then closed his eyes and I knew then the transformation was almost done. Just one more step - the final step - the changing of his eyes. When he opened them up, I received a shock. While his eyes were no longer blue, but piercing red like mine, they were still large and human and full of sorrow. Daryl was panting heavily now but no longer battling against the restraints that kept bound to the Rack. He stared at me as I stared at him as if in a reflection from a mirror. He bowed his head. I went up to his bat like ears and whispered, "You know you wanted this. I know you wanted this. It is done now. You are what you are...a Vampire! My Vampire slave!"

Daryl the Vampire lifted his head. I could see blood-tinged tears streaming down his face. "God damn you to Hell!" He continued to weep.

I started explain how he could, at will, morph into a human like being so that he could go out with me to feed. I explained the cravings he would now feel was the hunger for human blood. I also told him not to be afraid of killing for food; it was only natural for him now. I explained that being a Vampire was nothing more than being like any other predator; our prey was any other carnivorous animals including humans. Particularly humans.

Again, all Daryl did was nod his head.

I then bent down, released his ankle bonds and then his wrist bonds. Daryl immediately fell to the floor on all fours. He then gazed at my rock hard cock, I nodded it was time to service me. He then grabbed my cock and took it into his mouth. He began to suck harder and harder. As he did so I groaned with pleasure and panted heavily. Harder and harder he sucked until I could hold it no longer. I snarled and growled until in one instant …I shot my cum into his mouth and down his throat! Panting with both extreme pleasure and relief, I gazed down at my new Vampire slave, stroked his head and said, “You are truly mine now! All mine for all eternity!”

Daryl raised his head and stared straight into my eyes and said only one word…

"Massster!"

* * *

Endgame

A figure comes over to a computer, sits down and turns it on. He is of silky, ashen white skin which is almost entirely covered by a black latex catsuit. As he waits for the computer to boot up, he leans back and ponders what he is going to write. When finally the computer finishes loading and springs to life, he clicks on 'My Documents' and then opens the MS Word document 'My Journal'. He spends some time reading all the entries that were made but pays rapt attention to the chapter labeled "Daryl". He reads it several times and then began to type ...

"My name is Daryl and I am Vampire. I was made by my Master just recently. We spent the last few nights out so that I could learn how to kill and feed. How easy it is. How weak and sheeplike Humans are. I didn’t want to be a Vampire but my Master forced me. He put this mask over my head and he stood back just watching my agony; watching me being transformed. Now after reading his Journal, I see how it happened to him. It was in the same manner; the only difference was that he wanted to be transformed. I, on the other hand, I did not. I would have been His slave but that was not what my Master wanted. He wanted a Vampire slave. Not a Human one.

At first I was horrified when I was kidnapped from the Party. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Sure, I was a human Goth who dressed in black with white makeup and fang dentures but I was just exerting my individuality. And yes, I did fantasize of being a true Vampire but deep down, I never wanted it. I got lots of girls (and boys) dressing that way to play with but it was all for show and fun. My Master had other ideas for me.

I guess I couldn’t blame Him. I looked the part and sometimes acted the part; He was looking for a partner to last for all eternity.

The night I was kidnapped was both the most horrifying and exciting night of my existence. When my Master had me on the bed all tied up and gagged and then changed into that hideous being, I was both terrified and amazed at the same time. When my Master took His first bite, I felt just a pin prick, then the sensation of my blood being sucked out of my body overwhelmed me. It was actually very sensual even though with more and more blood leaving me and entering Him, I was getting closer and closer to death. My heart pounded harder and harder with each swallow. I could feel my life ebbing away. But then He stopped, said something that in my dazed state couldn’t understand and left. I didn’t know what to think. Was He going to kill me or what? I didn’t know. All I knew at that time was that I wanted to die.

As time progressed, He made me service Him and He took blood daily from me. He always kept me either naked or mostly so. Occasionally, he would have me in a rubber catsuit which I really enjoyed. But in general, He kept me bound either to the bed or this Rack device where he had His 'way' with me. Over time, my will both to live and to resist Him shrank and faded away. Soon, I couldn’t wait for Him to wake and do whatever He wanted. My will was gone and I submitted to His. I was His Human slave. My emotions were still quite mixed, though. I both hated Him and loved Him at the same time. I hated that He chose me for His plans and I loved him for all the erotic pleasures He gave me. However, that all changed the night He received His 'package'.

He told me it was His gift for me. He told me that He knew I wanted it. That it would change me forever and make me His slave for eternity. He then showed me the face that was almost identical to His, a mask I knew I didn’t want to wear. He told me that He knew that I craved it and it was mine. He told me with this mask that I would be His slave for all time. With whatever strength of free will I could muster, I began to beg. I thrashed and screamed in protest hoping someone would hear me, but to no avail. When He tried to put it on me the first time, He got frustrated. My Master hit me so hard across my face that it nearly knocked me out but I remained conscious. I knew then that any further resistance was useless.

I knew what must be done.

My Master slid the Vampire mask over my head and as it enveloped me, I saw flashes of my humanity race through my head and I knew that that part of my life was lost. Once it was on and consumed my human head, I could see Him step back and watch as I began to twitch and contort as the transformation began. The Vampire mask was consuming my humanity; changing and altering me physically, emotionally and mentally. It was both painful and exhilarating. He described, in the past when he was made, the process as ‘tentacles’ racing throughout the body changing and altering the DNA. To me it felt like just one alien neuron shooting right to my brain and attaching itself. Pleasure was pumped to every part of my body to distract me from the mission of transformation from human to Vampire. With renewed vigor I held onto the shreds of my lost humanity and bound them together with steel bands of hatred. I cursed him and wept.

When the deed was done and I was Human no more, I felt the craving for blood that would be my food for all eternity. It sickened me that I now had to kill humans to keep my appetite from overwhelming me.

I stared at my Master, not out of worship or adoration, (although I believe He thought it was) but out pure malevolence. I hated what he had done to me. I hated what I had become. I loved my human life but I knew that I would never get it back. That is when I decided on my plan … my plan for revenge.

I waited for what seemed to be an eternity, but was actually only a few days in order to learn from my Master on how to be a Vampire. To my amazement, I already seemed to know things at a cellular level and as it turned out, I had been His first victim. I decided to end this farce and put my plan into action that very evening. I had everything prepared. I was going to strike and put an end to this unnatural relationship.

It was our custom before to go out to hunt that we would have session of BDSM where I would be his total sex toy. This time, He had me in an all-black catsuit. I asked my Master for a one-time favor. I asked that we might reverse the roles tonight - that I might play the master and Him the slave, arguing that he might enjoy the change and that it would be lesson for me for the future. He looked at me very strangely and gazed into my too-human eyes again and again questioning my impulse. I went on to say that it must be getting quite boring just being Master. I suggested that He could get even more pleasure being my slave for one night. Again, He gazed at me debating my motivations. He squinted His eyes and placed His talon hand under his chin, thinking.

I stood in front of Him fearful that he would say 'no' as this was crucial to my plan. I did have a back up, but that was a 'last resort'. He started to pace back and forth looking at me at the same time. I reiterated that doing this would be only a one time event and that I would never ask again. My Master continued to pace ... pondering and then finally He stopped, turned and came right up to my face, gave me a kiss and whispered into my ear, "Don't make a mess of it!"

Of course I reassured my Master that I have learned so much from Him that this would be fun. Deep down, I was thinking, "Freedom!"

He went calmly to the rack, turned and again faced me. I placed a blindfold over His eyes as I did not want Him to see what was coming. I first attached the leg bonds of the rack to Him and then I fastened each wrist. I could hear him pant with excitement as I moved my hands up and down his body. I went down and stroked his cock gently and it stiffened almost immediately. I continued for several minutes and then I stepped back. My Master demanded what was going on and why did I stop. He growled that I must continue. I just stood back and said nothing.

With stealth, I reached beneath an ottoman and pulled out a very sharp pointed stake that I had hidden there previously. He again protested about nothing going on and that I would make a terrible Master. I hesitated … wondering if I really wanted to do this. He then ordered me to proceed and make him happy and give Him pleasure or else when He was released there was going to be hell to pay.

Without saying a word or give Him any warning … I plunged the stake into His chest and through His heart with such force that it went straight through his back.

There was an immediate roar coming from the inner most depth of His lungs followed by hissing and growling. He then began to struggle against the wrist bonds trying to break free. To my horror, with whatever strength He had, my Master broke free with one hand. He reached for the blindfold and ripped it from his face. I could see his eyes … such anger … such hate. He then grabbed the stake that was firmly embedded in His body and with all the strength He had left, attempted to rip it out.

But it was to no avail. His blood was everywhere and was still gushing from the fatal wound. His breathing became more labored and I could tell He was getting weaker. Then He went limp.

I started to approach my Master to make sure He was dead when all of a sudden his head rose up to so that we saw eye to eye. But to my surprise they were no longer the eyes of a Vampire! They were human … hazel-colored Human eyes. I jumped back and I could distinctly read his lips move without any sound, "Thank you!" as He then slumped into oblivion.

I was startled and retreated again. I watched the most amazing scene unfold I think I have ever seen. The Vampire skin of my Master started to morph back to human form. His talons receded and I could begin to see a separation between his skin and the Vampire mask. I stood there in fascination. My Master was reverting back to being Human. The mask was releasing him in death. It took several minutes but when He was Human once more, I could see he was just a Man, pale from the loss of blood, but still just a Man.

The Vampire mask’s power over him was over. He was free.

I began to think to myself how much I hated him and yet I pitied him. He was a lost soul that now had now found peace.

I went up to the now lifeless body of my Master and seeing that I could remove the mask began to do so. I retracted my talons and brought my hands carefully underneath each side of the apron. Slowly, I worked them up through the neck and into the cheeks. I began to push upward separating the mask from the Man. There was a 'pop' as the mask cleared the chin and another as it cleared the nose. Soon it was off and there before me was a Human in death.

I stared in wonderment that this was the man who made me what I am. I was both happy to be rid of him and sad that he was no longer with me. I dropped the Vampire mask on the floor.

I pulled the stake out of his chest. There was such a big hole but as there was as there also was no more blood left in his body there was no more flow. I unbound his ankle restraints and remaining wrist bond. I slung this lifeless naked body over my shoulder and took him into the bedroom where I laid him out on his bed, crossing his arms into the death position. I took my hand and brushed it over his eyes, closing his lids forever. I almost felt sorry for him but I hoped to find another way for me to be released from my grim existence besides through a similar death. I decided then and there, that will never happen. I am going to be smarter. I will find a way."

Daryl, the Vampire, now presses 'Save'. He then turns off the computer, picks up the now-empty Vampire mask and puts it into a carry bag. The immortal grabs some keys that are on the table and goes to the front door. The former Human briefly gives a quick glance of the house that held him and transformed him. He opens the door and steps out into the Human world.

Finis.

The Transformation - Part II

Vampire

It has been a few days since I received my two awesome masks. I wear the ‘Old Man’ all the time now when I am at home, sometimes many many hours at a time. Yes, it gets hot in there but I have grown used to it. In fact, I really like the feeling of the heat and perspiration mixing between the silicone latex and my skin. As I work from home, I wear it while I work; I eat and drink with it; I often wear it while I sleep and have had some of the most erotic dreams. I always wake up far more satisfied than going to bed. I really enjoy the persona I’ve developed with it on. It’s so different from my human self. It’s the closest I can say to the ‘total, complete and irreversible’ transformation I’ve been looking for. I've been having so much fun with this mask I haven’t even slipped the vampire mask on. I will but not yet ... so there it sits on its bust with the fanged teeth sitting beside it; it’s blank eyes staring out at me when I go into that room…waiting.

It’s Sunday and like all the other days, I have been the 'Old Man' only taking it off to shower and do some errands out of the house…a total of about a couple of hours. It’s a brilliantly sunny day outside and the temperature here in Richmond is quite pleasant. It should be a perfect evening for trying the 'Vampire' mask.

As the sun begins to set in the western sky and the hour is passing from three to four o’clock, I am still busy working on my computer. I had a deadline to meet. Suddenly, a ghostlike voice starts going through my head saying, "The time is at hand! Are you ready?!" It startled me and I shook my head and thought to myself, "Goddamn, I really need to get a life!"

At the stroke of half past the sixteenth hour, the sun sank even further into the west, the same soft, seductive voice whispered, "It is time! You know you want this! Are you ready!? Come to me!" This really startled me. "God," I thought, "I really must need a shrink. No, no just a long vacation."

The voice repeated over and over, "You know you want this!" I then said, "OK, OK it’s Sunday night and my imagination is running amok."

It was time to change anyway for the evening’s festivities which was just meeting up with some friends who have the same love of masks. It was billed as a Pre-Halloween Party. So I saved my work, shut down the computer and headed upstairs.

When I peered into the guest bedroom I saw the Vampire mask still staring blankly forward … lifeless but I could still hear it calling me. I gazed up at the mirror to see me still as the 'Old Man' which surprised me. I guess I was that comfortable. I was going to that night’s masking party as the 'Old Man' but I then made the decision to be a 'Vampire'. No one had seen me in it yet. I thought it would be really cool.

Instantly the voice in my head said in a more intense and aggressive tone, "Yes! Are you ready!?" I again thought to myself I really needed to get a life. I removed my glasses, took off my shirt and removed the 'Old Man' mask. There before me stood my human self, the person that I was. I was sweaty and ripe from the continuous hours of wear. My hair was a total mess. I removed all the rest of my clothing, went into the adjoining bathroom and took a very long shower. While showering I made sure every inch was clean, from my tattooed legs and arms, to my chest, neck and face. I completely cleaned my groin. I noticed that my penis was unusually small and limp. "Ah well," I thought, "It can’t be huge all the time." I shampooed my hair. I exited the shower, dried off and left the bathroom.

I looked down at the guest bed which looked so inviting. I was tired…very tired. Should I go to this party? I know when I am this tired I’m apt to make some very bad decisions but I had made a commitment and I was determined to keep it. I turned into the dresser mirror and came face to face with my tired and vulnerable self.

I the looked down at the Vampire mask and it stared again lifelessly back at me. "ARE YOU READY?!" boomed the voice through my head. "God fucking damnit!" I shouted. This is ridiculous. "Ok, OK. I’ll go as a vampire!" Then back in a soft, serene, calm tone the voice in my head said, "You are ready!"

It was now approaching 5 o’clock and the sun continued to fall. It was getting too dark in the room to dress so I went over and flipped on the room lights. Returning to the dresser, I thought, "The party is at 8 pm. I’ve got time but I need to get used to wearing this mask." I stood in front of the mirror naked. I would dress after getting all the 'gear' on. I reached for the fang teeth provided by the mask makers and inserted them both, upper and lower. They felt awkward but were not that uncomfortable. It was the first time I’d ever had such dentures. I was thinking that I could take them out at any time if they became really too annoying so I wasn’t too concerned. I looked down at the Vampire mask. It was still blank and inanimate. I knew very soon I would be giving it life. I pulled it off its bust and slid my hand into the head cavity. I stared at it and put my other hand in the other side separating the cheeks and neck wide enough to accept my head ... then put it over my head with one last glance of me in the mirror, plunged the Vampire mask over my head. In an instant when I removed my hands from inside the inner reaches of the mask that still separated mask from me, the mask immediately clung to my skin. It was on.

When I gazed out of the sockets of the Vampires eyes holes I thought, "This is cool." But then I looked more closely in the mirror to see some flaws. "Damn.", I thought, "Damn, look at those eye sockets. I can still see some of my skin there and; shit ... my eyes are still very blue; I should have gotten some cool contacts." This was minor though. Even though I didn’t have any contacts, I did have some makeup. For now I started to flex my jaw and move my face around to see what kind of range of motion I had. It was perfect, just like the 'Old Man' mask. I leaned closer to the mirror to inspect the teeth. They looked so real I nearly was blown away.

I now went around the upper floor of my house to collect what I was going to wear for the party. I opened up my closet and took out a pair of black leather button fly jeans, a black collared shirt. I peered down at the collection of boots neatly arrayed on the floor. I grabbed a pair of harness boots with 18-inch uppers. These are my favorite and although they can be somewhat difficult to get on, they are very comfortable to wear. I went into my dresser drawer and pulled out a black leather jock strap and cock ring for … just in case. I was still very tired and I believed nothing was really going to happen. I scooped everything up and walked into the guest room.

It was now sometime after 6pm. The last rays of the sun were just above the horizon and dusk was rapidly turning to night. I again stared into the mirror to see if there further adjustments were needed to the mask. There were none. I knew I was going to add the eye makeup and fake blood around the mouth and chin as the final step. As I started to turn to dress the voice rang through my head. "It's time to begin! You know you want this! Just say 'Yes' !" I sunk my head in disgust. "What do I have to do to make this stop?" I thought in desperation. "You know you want this! Just say 'Yes' !"

I was then at my weakest point, exhausted and exasperated. I uttered quietly….."Yes."

"Goooood!" and with that, a shot of pain went through my mouth like a massive tooth ache but with all my teeth at the same time. "What the fuck? This really hurts!" I grabbed the upper set of the vampire teeth and tugged at them to try to get them out but to no avail. I tried the lower set and the same thing, they just would not budge. Suddenly as quickly as the pain struck it was gone and everything was back to normal. Then turning back to face the mirror I saw to my astonishment that the 'Vampire' mask looked even more real. A tingling sensation swept all over my face. It was like being stuck with tiny needles. Like microscopic tendrils boring themselves through my facial pores. I was becoming alarmed and scared and I screamed, "Oh my God!!" I started to twitch and spasm. "What’s going on!?" I started to pull at the mask but it wasn’t that elastic anymore. "What’s going on!?" I shouted again. As panic was about to overwhelm me the tentacles reached their objective and attached themselves to my nerve endings. An immediate sense of calmness spread throughout my body. I relaxed. I regained my composure.

"You know this is what you always wanted!" I was beginning to realize what might be happening. "Yes….yes! This is what I want! This is what I always wanted!" I verbalized. With that, the filaments journeyed on throughout my nervous system, rapidly bonding with my neurons and replacing them with its own. All I could do was stand there in front of the mirror as I saw the bottom edge of the mask disappear and melt into my skin as the Vampire mask took firm control. I was swaying back and forth and reveling in what was happening. The tendrils penetrated my blood vessels, infecting my blood, changing my genes and DNA. I looked more closely in the mirror and what I saw totally astonished me. The nostrils of the Vampire mask were molded closed but before my I eyes, I saw them open up! I took a deep breath through my new nose and saw my nostrils flare. I looked more closely at the eye sockets and to my wonderment I saw my human skin of my eye area including my lids morph and match that of the mask. There was no longer any distinction between the mask and me.

There seemed an ever so brief pause. "Was it done?" I thought. Then with renewed vigor the filaments invaded my organs; my heart, my lungs and all the vitals that make us all human. I felt them reach into my neck and clench around my larynx. I grabbed my throat and started coughing wildly. When the coughing fit was over I began to snarl and growl and hiss uncontrollably. I couldn’t believe the sounds that were coming from my mouth! I started to speak but the voice coming from my voice box was more of the 'voice' that had been ringing in my head these many weeks except with more of sibilant sound to it. The voice that was mine was gone and replaced with this voice that sounded so menacing…so evil. There was another pause.

As I began to gather my wits to about me and tried to absorb what was happening, the tentacles renewed their invasion. I could feel them twist about my spine and crawl rapidly up into my cerebral cortex and my brain. I began to shake and twitch again as they attached themselves to all areas of my brain and skull. In doing so I was given a shot of pleasure that was sent down to my cock - causing the greatest rush of blood into my penis I had never felt. My cock engorged to the largest size I had ever had. It was huge! I stroked it gently with my hand. My dick responded by shooting intense waves of pleasure throughout my body. I stroked more and more reveling in the ecstasy of the moment. I began to howl and hiss like a rutting animal! I stared into the mirror baring my vampire teeth and throwing my bifurcated tongue out wildly! I grabbed my penis and started to pump … harder and harder and harder until … a stream of cum shot out that just kept coming and coming! It seemed to go on forever! It was the longest ejaculation I ever had! I experienced nothing like that before! What pleasure! What ecstasy!

When it was finally over, I sucked air through tortured lungs. My chest heaved with exertion. All the while, the invaders were busy finishing their work. I had just about recovered when my eyes started to feel funny, water and then pain me terribly. It was the light in the room. I couldn’t stand it! I had to put it out. I closed and covered my eyes and stumbling over to the wall switch, plunged the room into darkness. Upon opening of my lids, I could begin to see all the shapes in the room come into focus and as my eyesight sharpened, a red hue came over them. I went over the mirror and could see perfectly that my hazel blue eyes were now red … evil red. I bared my teeth and gave out a roar of delight that echoed throughout the house!

In one final act, my vampire face started to morph. My human features were beginning to reappear and at the same time my entire skin began to go from natural flesh color to a soft supple ashen white. I was also losing my flabbiness and my body was becoming lean, muscular, and chiseled. My penis, though soft, became large and powerful. All my body hair flaked off, leaving a small pile of thatch on the floor. My tattoos became bright and sharp. They looked as new like as when I had them done. When the vampire face was totally morphed into my old facial features it was a visage that was much younger, angular and strong. I grinned an evil grin exposing my fanged teeth; then pushing my now much-longer split tongue between reddened lips I began to laugh with devilish delight. I looked up and down at my new body with pleasure! I had done it! I had completed a 'total, complete and irreversible’ transformation'. I no longer heard any voices in my head because that voice was now mine!

I proceeded to dress; thong, cock-ring, leather pants, boots, and then shirt. I realized that I could go out this way but what fun if I used ...

I grabbed the 'Old Man' mask and slid it over my ashen white head and face, then stuffed the neck apron underneath my shirt. I rummaged in the drawer for a pair of leather gloves and upon finding them; I slid them over my now elongated fingers and onto my hand disguising my pale skin. I was ready. "Now let’s go party!" I said in a tone closer to my old human tone but stronger and with more confidence.

The sun had set. I went downstairs and opened the front door and stepped out. I was excited to go out this way. No inhibitions; they had melted away. It was time to celebrate. I was Hungry now and I craved blood.

Yes, it was time to party…it was time to…FEED!

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The Party

Party time! I arrived at the venue right on time. The walk from my house wasn’t that long but interesting. I got lots of stares from other people walking about, some in horror, some in fascination, some even crossed the street. There was one gentleman who did come up to me and said, "How dare you scare the kids by looking like that! You should be ashamed!" All I did was to turn my head and stare right in to his eyes. He had no idea how much danger he was in. I could have taken him so easily. I could have had him to satisfy my lust for blood, but I didn’t. I wanted to wait. I had other plans. I didn’t answer him but just continued to stare. I grinned and bared my teeth. Instead of becoming more argumentative, he blanched, wheeled around and scurried off as fast as he could.

The party was in an old warehouse conversion with limited windows with only a couple of entrances. As it was early, there were only a half dozen people there. None I knew. In the main hall were a couple of females and the rest were males. I went around the room introducing myself to everyone and they all were amazed at how real the 'Old Man' mask looked. Little did they know what I was looking for. Then I spotted one young man in his early twenties walk into the room. He was costumed as a vampire, his face and hands were in white make up. His eyes were surrounded with sold black grease paint and his lips were outlined with blood red lipstick. He had long flowing back hair. His body was whipcord-thin but yet well built. He was beautiful. I knew then that I had to have him. I knew I wanted his 'essence' - I wanted his blood. I went over to him and started a casual conversation. He commented on how cool my mask and leathers were. During the dialogue I found out his name - Daryl - and that he was 21 years of age. As our exchange became deeper…steamier, full of eroticism, I could feel my craving become more intense. I could also tell he was becoming more excited. The topic turned more and more to fetishism, bondage and sex. I was leading down the path to his doom.

Within an hour the venue was becoming more filled with other partiers but Daryl and I just kept to ourselves. I knew he was going to be my first victim. I knew his blood would feed my cravings … my lust. Conversation turned to touching, thence to heavy petting and I could feel his self consciousness fade away. At the right moment, I said commandingly, "Come back to my house. It’s not far, just a 5- minute walk."

"Why would I want to do that?" Daryl said with a wink.

"We can have our own private Halloween party." I responded. "We will have some fun!" Within a few minutes, we were walking side by side and hand in hand approaching my house. I opened up the front door and led him upstairs. Daryl was so passive, so unaware - so innocent - of what was about to take place.

I took the young man into my bedroom. He saw the shackles for both the arms and legs.

"OH! You are into kink and BDSM aren't you?" He looked a little startled.

"Are you?" I replied.

Before my eyes, he started peeling off his jacket, followed by his pants and underwear revealing a young, firm body completely devoid of hair and a well-endowed cock. He was beautiful…an Adonis. But my lust was growing by the second... I had to have him!

"You do want to have some fun now?" and before I said anything more, he climbed onto my bed and applied the ankle shackles by himself.

"What do you think?" He said with a grin and wink.

"Lay down!" I commanded and he did so submissively. I sat down next to him and rubbed my smooth gloved hands over his face and body. He started to pant and his cock started to become erect and hard. I grabbed his tool and just pumped it a couple of time. He groaned with pleasure. I then took his left wrist and put it into a shackle, tightening it not so much as to injure my 'sweet boy'. Next the right wrist was attached.

“Do you want a ball gag?” Daryl nodded in anticipation. I pulled one out of one of the drawers and put the ball in his mouth and strapped it around the back of his head. He again groaned in pleasure. I put my legs across his legs. Taking my softly gloved hands, I caressed his chest moving up slowly … gently. Daryl twitched and groaned in such pleasure but the sound was muffled by the ball gag. With one finger I moved down to his groin and to his cock. It was rock hard. I put his penis in my mouth and began sucking him. How sweet that was! His whole body stiffened and arched He pulled on the restraints as if he was trying to elevate his entire body off the mattress in order to suspend in mid air. But, before he could cum, I pulled out and stood up staring down at this beautiful young thing that was still squirming before me. He relaxed enough to look up at my head cocked sideways and my smirking face. He gave me a look of What the fuck did you stop for?

I began to disrobe; first I tossed my leather jacket onto the floor. I started to unbutton my shirt still not revealing what lay underneath. I stopped with the unbuttoning just high enough to keep the 'Old Man' mask chest portion covering my own skin. Finally, I pulled off the first glove exposing, my ashen white hands, I could see his eyes expression change from confusion to amazement. I could 'feel' vibes from him as if he was trying to tell me "How fucking cool is this! A costume over a costume!" I continued to strip. I removed the other glove tossing them both to the floor. Then I finished unbuttoning the shirt; pulling it off slowly and dropping it to the floor revealing my hairless white chest. I unbuckled my harness boots and then sat at the edge of the bed making only a slight indentation in the mattress. One by one I removed them and threw each boot across the room. I stood up again and started to slowly unbuckle my belt; with deliberation, I unbuttoned the fly of my leather jeans. I languidly pushed down my leathers to accentuate the moment. Daryl eyes were bulging and I could feel his anticipation. Down came the leather jeans … over the hips … over the groin ... to finally expose my cock; erect and hard. Daryl was now gasping and heaving for breath. I pulled off the first leg, then the second - only leaving the ' Old Man' mask on. I could feel from Daryl the thoughts of true pleasure that was about to come.

I put my hands slowly, seductively under the neck and under each cheek of the mask and started to expand and distort the shape of the mask. I then started to pull apart the mask to the point where it was totally unrecognizable as the 'Old Man' mask. Then feigning difficulty, I started to push the mask up. There was an audible "pop" as the 'Old Man' mask released from my chin. As I pushed ever so seductively upward - first exposing my chin then lips - I could see Daryl just stare in wonderment. I continued, still acting as if this was difficult, until my nose and nostrils appeared. I continued separating myself from the mask to reveal my sunken and blackened eye sockets - exposing my red eyes; until finally the 'Old Man' was gone revealing an ashen white figure; lean, chiseled but looking undernourished. The mask was tossed to the floor.

I grinned. "Do you like me now?" Daryl nodded approvingly in amazement and anticipation. What was about to transpire would terrify him.

I started to grin and bare my fangs. In that same moment talons began to grow from my fingers. My ears began to shift shape to that of a bat. My nostrils began to widen and recede to vampire bat from. My skin color darkened to a mottled brownish color. Before my first victim I was changing into my true form. His eyes widened in complete terror. He began to squirm and try to scream. He began to sweat. He now realized he was in true jeopardy. As my shape went into its final stages of transformation, I began to hiss and howl. I could hear his muffled sounds trying to say "NO! NO! NO! God help me!" as he twisted and contorted his body in a vain attempt to to get away. There was no escape.

As I completed my morph, I stretched my arms out wide in a sign of victory and gave a loud roar knowing that the once vampire mask was now my face and I was now a vampire! I then turned my eyes on Daryl. His eyes gazed upon me in horror and pleading for mercy.

"You like me now, my beautiful boy?"

My voice was far more high pitched with a very apparent lisp. He shook his head feverishly. I could still hear muffled "NO! NO!" as he continued his struggle to escape. In an instant, I leaped on top of the bed. "I mussst feed now!"

I started to bend over his body, caressing my talons down his chest … not hurting him … just giving him a tingling sensation. He arched his bad and his cock became rigid once more with the sensation. I continued to rake his skin lightly until he came all over my chest.

“Goood! Enjoy it…you must enjoy it!”

In a flash, I bared my teeth and plunged them into his neck! I could hear his faint groan as I began to suck his essence from him. I drew harder and harder and as the sweet, coppery taste of his blood flowed into my body, I became more and more substantial - giving me what I had craved for so long. It was so good! I could feel his heart began to slow and the color of his skin began to pale as his blood was transferred to me. My first victim was becoming weaker; he was spiraling ever closer and closer to death. His life was at my mercy. I withdrew. My tongue lapped over my fangs and lips, wiping all the residual blood into my mouth. I stared down at Daryl and made a decision."Jussst a little more, my sssweet boy!" I hissed. I plunged my fangs into his neck once again, taking more of Daryl’s 'life’s essence' and reveling in what I had become…a true Vampire! Although I was not yet sated… I pulled away. I knew what I wanted to do.

Daryl was now heaving for breath and quite weak. He muffled…"Kill me! Don’t leave me like this." I looked at him. I got off the bed and before his eyes, morphed back into my human form. I then put the Old Man mask back on, dressed and as I started to leave the room, I uttered in my more human voice, "No, my pretty boy, I have other plans for you!"

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