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Fluffing for Svenby Paul NewbodyI thought my job was the greatest until the studio started hiring vampires. Most people are familiar with how vampires became known to humans. (If you think you had a hard time coming out, just imagine how it was for them!) They are sexual demons; in no time they moved in on all human activities that had to do with sex. My studio was among the first to feature them in gay porn. Vampires require a special kind of fluffer, one to provide blood. Sexual demons do not have a problem maintaining an erection, but they’re cold and clammy until they’ve fed, and need blood to get hard. I refused to be a blood fluffer, so I had little to do with them. Except for Sven. He insisted I go down on him. Sven was an absolutely terrifying figure, a monster of a man in all senses of the word. He’d been a Viking before he was turned. You could look into his ice-blue eyes and see the berserk lurking beneath the surface, just waiting to break loose. Very tall, massive, with long blond hair and pale skin that hadn’t seen the light of day in over a thousand years, very handsome in a cruel, harsh way. One glance and you knew he was a dominant, aggressive top. Power and lust oozed from his pores so strongly you could almost taste it. I desired and feared him equally. When I’d look at him he’d capture my gaze with a knowing grin, and pull back his thin lips to expose his long, white fangs and I would shiver in fear. He tried numerous times to get me to perform on camera with him, but I resisted. I would have bottomed for him in private. I’m extremely self-conscious, and the very thought of the crew watching me and the camera taking it all in made my knees quiver. Sven was a cruel monster, and wanted to have me in a way that would humiliate me. Eventually Sven became their biggest star, and was finally able to demand that the studio give me an ultimatum: be his partner in a film or be fired. I didn’t want to lose my job, and my lust for Sven had grown, so I agreed. Our scene began as they all do. We met, exchanged some silly dialogue, and got down to business. Sven laid me on my side facing a camera, forcing me to look into it, knowing how much I hated it seeing me, capturing my expressions of pain and pleasure. I felt terrified, embarrassed and humiliated. He lay down behind me. I could feel the warmth stolen from his fluffer’s blood. His lust was almost tangible as he entered my body. Going slowly, giving me time to get used to it, he worked the head into me, then paused. I grunted, taking deep breaths, trying to accommodate him. Without warning, he thrust in half his length. I begged him to be more careful, more gentle, but he ignored me, thrusting and grinding, not giving me a chance to adjust to him and catch my breath until he was completely buried in me. Gentler now, Sven moved with short, shallow strokes, thrusting deeper and harder as he felt me loosen up. It started feeling better and better. I enjoyed the feel of his body next to mine, his massive arms holding me, his cock easily sliding in and out. I could feel him rubbing against my prostate, and I pushed back against him to get as much as possible inside me. As he fucked me, he started nuzzling my neck. Before I knew it, he’d sunk in his fangs. I tried to jump up, but Sven held me close and started drinking my blood. It made me high on his lust. I loved that it was me he lusted for, and felt complete that it was I who satisfied that lust. Nothing had ever turned me on like this before. It was the most wonderful feeling. The more he drank, the more engorged he became. The thought that it was my blood swelling his dick made me giddy with delight. The cameras no longer bothered me; I was glad they were there to capture my ecstasy. The more Sven drank, the bigger he got and the harder he slammed into me. I was moaning with desire, begging for more. Feeling faint from blood loss seemed to increase my pleasure, as with people who try to strangle themselves while they masturbate. I knew Sven was close. I realized he was so caught up in the moment that he was going to come in me instead of pulling out for the money shot. With a final stroke, he buried himself deep inside me. Feeling him throbbing in me, I came myself. Sven and I are now the hottest couple in gay porn. We’ve made numerous movies. Once again I think I have the greatest job on earth. Author Biographies Back to Current Issue |