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"You can't go, Mitch," the colonel said, watching the man's eyes glare in him in his rage. "I know she's your kid sister but we can't allow one of our best agents to go off to search for his sister when she could be in the hands of one our enemies. Someone must've compromised you meaning 'they're' using her to get at you. You've got to trust that we have our best agents looking for her."

"She's the only family I have left, Col. Granger," Mitch growled, doing his best to keep his tone as respectful as he could. "I 'am' the best you've got. I had to abandon her once for my duty and I'm not going to abandon her again."

"You didn't abandon her, son," he said, trying to sound soothing but he knew full well that he'd had to 'die' to the outside world to continue his duties to his country. "You have to calm down, Mitch. We'll find her and bring her into protective custody so it doesn't happen again." The man had left his mom and sister on their own to think he'd died in war without his body being found. They hadn't even had a body to bury to ease their pain. He'd always sent part of his pay to them as a supplement to the pension they got from the military for his death in the line of duty but it wasn't the same as watching his little sister grow up. When their mom died of cancer Mitch had been on a mission, deep undercover so he didn't even know till six months later. He'd wanted to go to her but it'd become too dangerous. Because of what he did for Uncle Sam he had to stay dead to her. She didn't know how but he'd put her through college under the guise of a program from the US military. It was a miracle she never guessed why the government was giving her so much help. Now she was missing and he was being told that he couldn't go look for her.

"I wasn't there for her when our mom died," Mitch said, refusing to give into the tears that wanted to run down his cheeks. "I'm not going to let some bastard torture Beth because of my choices to serve my country as a special ops agent."

"I'm sorry, Major, but I'm ordering you to let my team handle it," Col. Granger said, getting a hard look in his eyes as they stared into each other's eyes. "You trained them, Mitch. Have faith in their training... They'll find her and bring her into the fold." Taking a deep breath, he gave a nod of his head.

"I don't have much of a choice, sir," he said, getting ready to betray every oath he'd taken. "I'll trust them to find out who took my little sister and bring her back to me."

"I give you my word we'll find her, Mitch," the colonel said, in his best comforting voice. "You have a very important mission you need to prepare for. Just put your faith in me and our people to find her."

"Yes, sir," he said, standing to give a crisp salute before leaving the colonel's office. This mission was imperative for the government's intelligence agencies... and as far as Mitch was concerned they could go to hell. His little sister came first this time.

It'd actually been a snap to get off the base. Mitch had even had time to gather some very special gear that he was sure he was going to need to get Beth back. When he did there was going be Hell to pay but it would be worth it to him. His loyalty to the Marine Corps and his country had never been questioned and he put them before his life. He'd even put them before his family letting his loved ones believe he'd died just so he could take up a position in a special ops force in intelligence. Now some bastard had his little sister and they were going to be the ones to pay Hell first. Once he'd secured her, Mitch knew he'd go back to face his punishment. The man really was loyal to them but his little sister came first this time. The agents had been able to trace her to a guy that said he was her boyfriend. He'd had an airtight alibi for the night Beth had disappeared but he didn't believe it. He'd found information in his own unique way to the contrary. Greg had been seen taking her out on a date and she didn't come back with him. Her big brother wanted to know what he knew about her disappearance. Greg was the last person to see her that day so he wanted to know if he knew anything from where she could be. His gut instinct said the young man did and after all his years in special ops Mitch knew to follow his gut. It'd been a relief that the fool lived in an upper class house in a neighbor on wooded plots that had the houses separated a good distance. Looking into his bank account, the little prick had received a sudden bonus from his 'work' that the agent traced back hadn't come from them. Silently, he entered Greg's house to make his way to his bedroom. Like a shadow on the wall, he approached his bed to put the muzzle of his silencer to his head. Greg woke up with a little jerk feeling the gun at his head. He looked up into the man's face black with face paint. Mitch was in standard combat gear and there was a look of icy death in his eyes.

"Time to wake up, Greg," Mitch said, his voice low but enough for him to hear him. Greg's eyes snapped open to see him standing over him.

"Who the hell are you?" he whispered, making no moves in his absolute terror. "What do you want from me?"

"Where's Beth Hikser, shithead?" the agent hissed, staring down into his eyes with a look of ice.

"I don't know who you're talking about," he said, shivering under his fancy covers as he whimpered softly.

"Wrong answer, Greg," he said, moving his gun down to put a bullet in his shoulder. The young man gave a scream looking even more terrified as Mitch snapped the gun back up to his head. "Where is she, prick? I'd suggest you answer... Quickly..." He let him see the killing rage in his black eyes.

"Come on, man," he said, squirming a little his blood beginning to soak his satin pajama's shirt. "I can't tell you that... They'll kill me..." His cold chuckle must've been enough to make him piss his pants because a wet spot appeared on his covers.

"Wrong answer, piss boy," the man said, putting a bullet in his other shoulder to hear him scream again. "Where is she?"

"She's with them," Greg said, panting in his pain and complete terror as he saw the death glowing in Mitch's eyes. "You can't help her now..."

"Who? Where can I find them? You have one second to tell me where she is then the next bullet is going in your crotch, asshole," he hissed, moving the gun to press it against his cock. "I'd suggest you hurry..."

"The vampires have her," he said, shaking like a leaf in the storm as his eyes stared hard into his. "They take her to different places but there's this one club she's at the most often. Night Dancer. It's downtown at 550 N. Tranter... That's all I know... I swear it..."

"How did she get with them, Greg?" he asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it. "Why is she with these bastards?"

"I... I'm sorry, man," he whimpered, cringing in his opulent bed with his blood beginning to soak the covers. "I didn't have a choice... I swear I didn't..."

"To bad for you," he said, putting a bullet in his head to blow his brains out the other side. Without turning back, the agent tossed two incendiary devices on his bed then left the house as unseen as he'd entered. The house blew up in a ball of flame after he'd already gotten out of the area.

It didn't matter what they called themselves, vampires or anything else. He planned on getting his little sister back. Mitch was staying in a hole of a motel where they didn't ask questions. For this mission, he was dressed in black jeans that showed off his muscular thighs, a plain black T, and black boots that were standard police tactical boots. On his belt were a few incendiary devices, and some other military gear that he thought he might need. The agent put a handgun in a shoulder holster with explosive bullets and extra cartridges in an inner pocket. This was a recon mission but if his little sister was there he wasn't going to miss a chance to grab her. Putting on his trench coat, he packed the rest of his gear in case he needed to move fast. The man at the desk didn't look up as the agent walked by in his reflective sunglasses. The duffle bag went into the lock box in the bed of the truck then he was on his way to the club. Mitch paid the entrance fee then took a seat in a corner table to look around at the other club goers. His eyes widened when his little sister was led in and over to a table in the other dark corner. He watched in horror as the man at the table pulled her close to put his mouth against her neck. She got a look on her face like she was feeling intense pleasure. It didn't make a lot of sense but the agent didn't care. Slowly, he got up to go around the dark area to get to their table.

"Get your hands off her, bastard," he growled, getting him to look up to show him blood on his lips.

"Wait your turn," he hissed, starting to turn back to her neck.

"Wrong answer, fucker," Mitch said, pulling his gun in one fluid movement to put an explosive around in the fucker's head blowing it off his shoulders. Her eyes went wide in horror then he threw a couple of incendiary devices in the corner of the room. Grabbing her arm, the man started dragging her across the room toward the front door.

"Everyone...! Run...!" he yelled as their only warning before yanking her out the doors. He didn't look back as he dragged his struggling little sister down the street.

"Who are you?" she demanded, getting him to stop long enough to yank his sunglasses off.

"It's ok, Bets," he said, giving her a smile of tender love. "You're safe now..."

"Mitch?" she asked, totally confused while the man was shoving her into the truck he'd rented. "How is this possible? I thought you were dead?"

"I'll explain everything when we're safe, little sis," he said, burning rubber away from the club as it exploded in a fireball. They hit the highway to start for the one place he knew she'd be safe.

As they hauled ass down the highway, his little sister had a hundred questions where he'd been for the last twenty years. His mother was 15 when she gave birth to him. He'd been 20 at the time from his mother's pregnancy with Beth. His little sister and he didn't have the same father but it'd never stopped him from loving her with all his heart. She was twenty now and he'd come out of nowhere to save her. The only thing she knew was the stories his mother had told her about him and the pictures she'd been shown. He'd asked his mother to make sure she knew about him before he'd disappeared.

"I can't tell you where I've been, Bets," he said, keeping an eye out for the state troopers as they couldn't afford to be pulled over with the amount of firepower he was carrying. "What were you doing there? What did that guy mean by 'wait my turn'?"

"I've been with the vampires for a year, Mitch," she said, making him give her a side glance but he could see the scars on her neck from fang marks. "They take turns feeding from me..."

"So they really are vampires," he said, more to himself than to her but his mind was already going over how he was going to fight them.

"Yes," she said, shivering a little in her skimpy clothes. His eyes went to look at his little sister dressed like some kind of whore with a deadly look coming into his eyes. "Where are we going?"

"To somewhere you'll be safe, Bets," Mitch said, seeing that she was so weak and white. "Don't worry about anything... I'll take care of you and I won't leave you again." She moaned a little wrapping her arms around herself and shivering. After a moment of thought, he found a no name hotel for them to take a break in. Making sure no one saw her, he rented a room so she could get a little rest while he stood guard over her.

It was a long run across a state and a half to get to Montana. In that time, his sister started to go through some sort of withdrawal. She told Mitch that the bite of a vampire was addicting. Beth begged him to take her back to them but he told her he couldn't do that. John didn't ask any questions when he showed up at his door with his sister in his arms. His friend's ranch was far in with wilds of Montana where if you didn't know you weren't going to find him. They'd served together in the military till he'd left. He was the only person in the world that knew what had really happened to Mitch and what he'd been doing for the last twenty years. The agent sat at his sister's bedside holding her hand while she tossed back and forth deep in withdrawal. His rage was building to see her suffering and begging to be taken back so they could feed from her. In a couple of weeks, his little sister started to come back to him. When she was strong enough, he got her to tell him every club she'd been taken to and every place she'd been held at. John had been completely understanding about everything. They'd served together and even taken turns saving each other's lives. The two were closer than brothers. One night when she was sleeping soundly, Mitch went to talk to him.

"I never would've believed in vampires, brother," he said, as they shared a glass of whiskey. It was one of only three times in Mitch's life when he'd drank alcohol but with him he was going to have a final glass.

"I'm not going to let them get away with what they did to her, John," he said, looking him dead in the eye to see him nod his head in understanding. "I need weapons..."

"I can supply you with everything you need, Mitch," John said, looking down at his glass of amber liquid. "What about the Marines and your duty?"

"You know how I feel about them, brother," he said, his eyes going to the hall that led to the bedroom his kid sister was sleeping in. "But I left her to give my life to my country. For that they weren't going to find her and she was going to spend her life as a vampire's blood bank. She's all I have left. I abandoned her and my mother for the Marines and the government. It's time I did her right. When I'm done I'll go back and face my punishment like a true Marine. For the moment, I'm going to make these vampires pay for what they did to her." John gave a nod of his head putting his glass down on the little table beside him.

"I understand, Mitch," he said, standing up as the agent did to follow him through his ranch house. "If it were my little sister I'd feel the same way. I know they denied you the chance to be with her when your mother died and you kept fighting for them. I believe you deserve a chance to fight for her. You can have your choice of what I have, brother." He took Mitch to a special room that had a steel door and opened up into a weapon's armory that would've put a Marine base to shame. Mitch started picking out guns, ammunition, explosives, incendiary devices and anything else he knew he'd need for his private war. Once he had everything he knew he'd need they went to John's front room. Mitch wrote a note to his sister telling her he'd come back for her when he was done taking care of 'business'. Giving his brother in spirit a brother's hug, the agent got in the truck he'd rented and started on his long journey back to the city where the vampires' nightmare would begin.

After two months on his personal crusade, Mitch had destroyed five clubs and killed vampires and ghouls without mercy. All the information he'd gotten from his little sister he used to his advantage. He'd strike them and disappear using every Marine Spec-Ops' tactic he'd been trained in. The vamps had to be getting desperate but they couldn't stop him. It didn't occur to him that they might have their own Spec-Ops team or that the bastards had advantages as ghouls that he didn't have. At some point, he'd been found and followed back to the hole in the wall motel he'd been using as his base of operations. Mitch changed his location often but they'd been able to track him to his latest. It must've taken one hell of a special ops ghoul to anticipate his next target. The agent had decided to go after one of their high end clubs in hopes to get a chance to take down more vampires. As he was scoping out the club to plan his entrance, Mitch didn't know he'd been spotted. The ghoul team had taken up positions to trap him while they sent in a message to clear the club out the back. When the agent entered, he saw that the club was empty which told him he was in big trouble. Someone had tipped them off and he had to get the hell out of there. It didn't stop him from throwing in several delayed incendiary bombs to blow the place sky high.

Quickly, Mitch left the club ready to head for where he'd hidden the sports car he'd rented. The man had been changing cars as often as he did motels. As he stepped out into the alley, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. His hand went up to pull away a dart. Moments later he felt his body starting to get sluggish.

"Damn," he hissed, heading down the street through the alleys in a fast manner. His handguns were out as he kept his senses sharp. It was hard with the drug starting to slow him down. Another dart hit the agent making him spin around to see a shadow disappear before he could get a shot out. Now, his head was growing light but he gritted his teeth to keep going. Another dart hit him making Mitch jump behind a dumpster. It was getting hard to hold his guns up. They were using nonlethal weapons which meant the vampires wanted him taken alive. His body was beginning to sag against the wall when another dart hit his exposed leg. It was the last hit he could take. Darkness rushed over his mind as the agent slumped to the ground.

Pain pulled in his shoulders and arms as his head started to clear. Opening his eyes, Mitch saw he was looking at a stone wall. His head was clearing fast to let him realize he was chained spread eagle in a taunt X. All of his weight was being held by his arms bringing a hellish ache in his shoulders and wrists. He'd been stripped to the skin so he didn't have any of his weapons or lock picks not that he could've used them in his current position.

"Where the fuck am I?" he hissed, trying to get the best look around him that he could.

"Your questions will be answered when you've answered mine, mortal," a voice said from behind him in a place he couldn't see. "Who are you?"

"Fuck you, asshole," Mitch snarled, unwilling to even consider answering any questions put to him. "I'm not going to answer any of your questions." A whip hissed in the air to land a strip of fire across his back. He was a special agent pain was nothing to him after all of his training. It was easy for him to remain silent with a simple strike of the whip.

"I asked you a question," the voice said, sounding somewhat amused by the fact the agent didn't cry out to his strike.

"If a whip is the best you have then you're in deep shit, fucker," the man hissed, preparing himself for the feel of the whip again.

"We're just getting starting, sir," the voice said, stepping closer to his back in a way he really didn't like. "Now I asked you a question... Let's try to be polite here... Please." The whip sang through the air and this time it opened up a slash on the agent's back that had blood running down. It got him more silence and nothing else.

"John Doe," Mitch said, feeling the blood on his back along with the burn and wanting to chuckle. "Yours?" This was kid's play compared to some of the torture he'd been put through in his time as an agent. He hadn't broken then he sure as hell was going to break at a simple whipping even if it did open his back. The guy moved closer to his bleeding back seeming to play in the blood for a moment making the man's skin crawl.

"Funny man and tasty, too," the voice said, making him wonder what he meant by 'tasty'. "I am Miguel Torrez, lord of clan that you have been attacking in this city. I want to know why you've been killing my people and where you've gotten your intel from. You are no vampire hunter. What do you have against us to make you kill as you've been doing, John Doe?"

"You're blood sucking bastards," Mitch hissed, thinking of his little sister and how she'd suffered. "You need to be put down like the rabid animals you are, shithead." The voice was chuckling in a way that creeped him out.

"Now you see that was uncalled for but someone has made you feel that way," Miguel said, stepping around to stand in front of the agent only a few feet away. "As you can see I'm not rabid. I merely want answers so I can fix this conflict. I don't like conflicts between my people and you've created a lot of conflict." This guy was handsome in a way that was almost to perfect. He trailed the stiff leather of the whip across the Spec-ops agent's side like it was an accident but he knew it was a warning not that it impressed him.

"I'm afraid you have a huge conflict going, asshole," he said, smiling at the touch of the leather that didn't scare him in the least. "It's a take no prisoners... No holds barred... Blood fest..."

"Well, right now it seems to be on hold because you and I are having a civil conversation," he said, smiling right back at him as they stared into each other's eyes. "And you don't look in any condition to be going anywhere, anytime soon. So, just tell me what I want to know. You know I have an eternity to ask the questions. Do you have an eternity to answer?" He was within range to get Mitch to smile and spit in his face.

"I'm not telling you jackshit, bastard," I hissed, ready to take any beating to remain silent. "So go jack off in your coffin, dickwad." Wiping the agent's spit from his face, the vampire lord ordered him beaten within an inch of his life then walked away. His men started hitting Mitch over and over. Using police batons, fists and booted feet, the bastards really worked him over till he hung limply in his chains. The man was a bloody mess with blood crusted on his swollen face. His eyes were swollen closed and his lips so puffed up his swollen tongue could see peeking out. He was barely breathing when the leader of the vampires returned. Too weak to lift his head, the agent just hung there in a semiconscious state floating in a haze of agony. Torrez took a hose to hose down his bloody body with cold water. The smell of blood was overpowering in the small cell.

"You look like hell, John," the lord's voice said, though Mitch heard him at a distance. "You have a choice... I can leave you to hang there or I can save your life. What will it be? I'm sure you have family somewhere that depends on you. Are you going to let them down and die here hanging in my dungeon?" Somehow, the man pulled up enough strength to lift his head to look at him through swollen eyes. Really unable to say much, he let his head fall again. The agent had been prepared for death his entire career in the Marines. He thought of his little sister but knew she was safe. He also knew that if he told the vamp anything she wouldn't be safe anymore.

"Let... me... die.." Mitch mumbled, forcing each word out from his swollen lips. "I... won't... betray... them..." Chuckling, the vampire opened his wrist to force it between his puffed out lips.

"You don't get off that easy, John Doe," he said, letting his blood run over the man's swollen tongue and down his throat. The Marine agent was too weak to fight him so he had to let his blood enter his body. Somewhere through the pain, pleasure tried to move over his broken body. Mitch's mind was free floating in a place where there was no pain, only peace and bliss. Not having the strength to pull away, he had to keep drinking the blood till Miguel decided to pull his wrist from his mouth. Finally, he pulled his wrist away to lift the agent's head up.

"Listen to me... My blood can heal you if you'll let it," he said, making his blurry eyes focus on his intense eyes. "It can take away the pain... It's already doing that but you can make it work even faster. Just focus." Somehow he managed to focus on his words feeling the vamp's blood in his body. All at once the pain disappeared along with the wounds that'd been coloring the man's body.

"How...?" he asked, looking down at his chest where he'd known he'd had broken ribs and other wounds.

"Feel the blood running through your veins. It's powerful," he said, caressing him in a way that really had him wanting to jerk away if the chains would've allowed it. "My blood is special, John Doe. Immortality. Healing. That is why they come to us. Because being a ghoul is a gift not a curse. We are not monsters. I am not your enemy."

"I see what you mean," Mitch said, nodding his head and smiling. He couldn't do anything chained in the cell so he had to convince the vampire to let him down.

"So tell me who you really are," the lord said, staring hard into his eyes in a way that made him uncomfortable. "Why have you been attacking establishments in my domain?" Mitch's mind gave it some hard thought as what to say to him.

"My name is Joseph Henderson," he said, looking him dead in the eye without a hint of a lie. "One of your boys killed a dear friend of mine so I decided I wanted revenge." The agent had no idea that drinking the bastard's blood meant the vampire could read his mind.

"Now, we're getting somewhere," the vampire lord said, looking amused in a way that worried him. "This must've been a very special friend for you to attack so hard. You've killed quite a number of my people."

"I'm good at what I do," he said, giving a smile of confidence that seemed to amuse Miguel. "He was a very dear buddy of mine so you can imagine I killed without mercy."

"Yes, you are," he said, smirking at him in a way that made his hackles rise. "At least till you met my team. What's your rank?" Mitch had to think that one over carefully deciding he didn't want him to know his real rank. After all he was dead to the regular Corps.

"I'm a lieutenant," Mitch said. The creature nodded his head a little studying him in an intense manner the man didn't like.

"What was the name of your buddy?" he asked, smiling at him a little like he knew something he didn't know.

"Ben Tanners," he said, all of his questions putting the agent on his guard.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he said, frowning a little as they stared at each other. "I really am. I do try to keep the killing down to a minimum around here."

"I understand that," he said, smiling a little to show his 'understanding'.

"But are you satisfied with all of your killing, Joseph?" he asked. It didn't take a genius to know what he had to say and hope it sounded convincing.

"I suppose I've killed enough," the man said, doing his best to act like he was satisfied with the massive amount of damage he'd done to the vampire's people.

"Now why don't I believe you?" he asked, getting him to smile in a bit of a cocky manner.

"You're the one that has me hanging up like a side of beef," Mitch said, trying not to show the amount of disgust he really felt for the blood sucking bastard.

"Well... It did take four darts to bring you down," the vampire said, making him suppress a grin of amusement at the fact it hadn't been easy for Miguel's team to take him. "And you were armed heavier than Rambo."

"I believe in the Boy Scout's motto," he said, unable to control the cheeky grin coming to his face. "Always be prepared..." It was a surprise when he had the chains lowered so there wasn't such a strain on the Marine agent's arms and shoulders.

"How's the young woman doing, Maj. Jackson?" he asked, out of left field getting Mitch's eyes to go icy cold. "Is she safe as you see it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, showing no shock on his face whatsoever. He had a sinking feeling this vamp was in his head. "My name is Joseph Henderson and I'm a lieutenant..."

"I know who you are... You're Major Mitch Jackson... special ops agent for the Marines Corps," Miguel said, letting the man know he really was in his head. "I think it's the girl you're hiding that has to do with your rampage but not this 'Ben Tanners'. It's always a girl. Who is she? A lover? Wife? Sister? What? Let me guess someone took her as a pet? She's been ghouled... Something like that... I can get it out of your mind but I'd prefer you told me straight up front." The agent didn't answer this time but went into a Marine marching cadence. He concentrated on a jogging cadence just like he was with his platoon jogging in the early morning.

"Why do you Marines have to be so stubborn?" Miguel said, sighing a little and shaking his in disgust. "I'm just trying to help you. I did nothing to this girl. I don't know her. Hence why I'm asking..." Mitch's eyes stared straight ahead while he concentrated on the jogging cadence even chanting it softly under his breath. This time he could feel him in his mind cutting into my memories. Fighting back for all he was worth was giving him a throbbing headache till it felt like his head was going to split open.

"So it was your sister," Torrez said, as the pain in the Marine's head started to ease so he could shake his head to shake it off. "She's safe in Montana, Mitch. I won't send anyone to retrieve her as long as you're a good boy."

"What do you want from me?" he growled, willing to do anything to protect his little sister.

"What I want from you is cooperation," he said, smiling at the agent in that way that put him on guard. "I have a team... why don't you work for me instead of against me?"

"Sure," he said, thinking it over with great care. "I'll work with your team if you leave my little sister alone." The vampire nodded, a little giving him what he supposed to be a trustworthy look.

"You need to be upfront and truthful to me, Mitch," he said, making the man think over what he was going to say. He didn't have a choice with the bastard in his mind.

"Ok," he said, unhappy to know he was going to have to answer more questions. "What do you want to know?"

"What happened to your sister?" the lord asked. Mitch's mind went over what exactly had happened to his kid sister.

"Some bastard named Greg sold her to your vampires for a blood bank," he said, doing his best not to start growling as he thought about it. "Don't worry... I took care of him..."

"I see," Miguel said, trying to look understanding by the looks of him. "She became addicted I'm sure..."

"I saw her through it," Mitch said, feeling his rage starting to build again as he thought about these bastards feeding off his little sister. "It nearly killed her. You can imagine how that makes me feel."

"It's addictive, both ways," he said, nodding his head a little in a way that worried him. "Having a vampire drink from you or drinking from a vampire... It's an addictive world we live in. Once you get in its hard to get out... Are you ready for that, Major?" The agent's mind went to the vampire's blood he'd been forced to drink and his stomach clinched a little.

"She survived it," he said, knowing there was no way in hell he was going to get addicted to the vampire's blood. "I'll take my chances. So when do you want me to go work with your team?"

"You'll be down here for at least two more nights, major," he said, making the Marine's body tense a little to know he was going to be in chains for so long. "For safety reasons I'm sure you understand. I'll be back to feed you and talk to you some more. I will see that you survive and we'll keep your sister safe in Montana."

"Thanks for my sister," Mitch said, knowing he wasn't about to drink the bastard's blood again willingly. "I'm not interested in drinking anymore of your blood. I'll work with your team but that's all I'll do."

"That's part of you being here," the vampire said, a sneer coming to his face that was answered by a scowl on his. "You stay... You drink... It's not an option."

"I said I'd work with your team," the man said, glaring at the arrogant lord of the vampire clan without an ounce of fear in his eyes. "I didn't say I'd be addicted to your blood."

"You'd be a ghoul," he said, like the Marine really cared about being a ghoul. "You'd heal faster, be stronger, faster, and able to do things humans could never hope to be able to do. Even out live them." It was like he was trying to sell him on the virtue of being a vampire's lackey.

"It's also mean I'd be addicted to your blood," he said, his voice as cold as the ice in his eyes. "I'd rather not. I can work with your team without being a ghoul."

"No you can't," he said, shaking his head like what he'd said had disgusted him. "You'd be a danger to us and I can't allow that."

"Then I guess we have a problem," he said, knowing there wasn't any way he was going to end up as a ghoul if he could at all help it. "I'll do anything you want but become a ghoul. I'm too fond of my freedom..." He laughed gesturing around the cell Mitch was chained in.

"You'll have more freedom as my ghoul than you do now," he said, as the man's eyes went around the cell then down to his nudity. "Look at yourself, Major. You're chained and nude. How long do you want to stay like this? Honestly, you're rather handsome. I could keep you this way forever and it wouldn't bother me." The agent thought about Beth and how she'd gotten over her addiction.

"Ok," the major said, knowing he had to get out of the chains and the cell. "I'll do it..." He'd take his chances with the rest of it. The lord made a gesture and he felt a needle prick in his left asscheek. Mitch's eyes were starting to grow heavy as he fought the drug that'd been injected into him.

"Don't worry... It'll just help you sleep through the day until I come back," the vampire said, stepping up to stroke his cheek softly. With a soft groan, the Marine passed out.

At some point, Mitch managed to fight off the drug and pull his mind awake. A guard was standing ready to smile at him before tagging him with a dart to send him back into unconsciousness. The agent's head was pounding like someone had been using it as a target for mortar shells on a firing range. He realized they'd put him on the floor but in his condition there was little to do. It wasn't long after he woke up that the vampire lord came into the room. He went over to the crank to start lifting him into the air.

"Rise and shine, sunshine," he said, in a sickeningly sweet voice like he was addressing a lover. "No more sleeping for you." The guards had moved out of his sight which had him worried. For a moment, the man fought the chains but stopped knowing it was useless.

"And good evening to you, Lord Miguel," he said, in as false a cheerful voice while his eyes glared at him.

"Are you hungry, Major Jackson? You haven't eaten in some time," Miguel said, acting like a concerned host over a guest he was taking care of. "I've had some ghouls prepare you a meal knowing you eat what they eat. You can imagine vampires only drink blood but we like to take the best care of our ghouls. It'll give you a break from the questions."

"No, thanks," he said, knowing full well what the vampire would put in any food he offered to him. "I'm not hungry. I'm on a strict diet, nothing with blood in it."

"You'll take the blood regardless," he said, looking at the agent in a harsh manner that didn't faze him in the least. "You might as well eat... After all, you do want to keep up your strength."

"I'm not going down that easily, bastard," Mitch growled, giving him an icy cold stone glare to show his defiance.

"Of course, I'm not going to be unchaining you so you can eat so you'll have to bear with me, Major," he said, ignoring his comment at that moment and waving the ghoul in with the trolley of food. There was even a drink. "I don't want you to go down as you put it. I want you on my team. I don't have puppets I have members. They all have their own minds and free wills. They're just loyal and faithful to me. That's all I ask."

"I'll be perfectly loyal without being a ghoul," the Marine said, smelling the food and hearing his stomach grumble. Of course, he'd been hungry for long periods of time before so he wasn't in the mood to eat regardless.

"I can't trust you," the lord said, bringing the fork with the bite of steak on it up to his lips. "I can't trust you from your actions you're too dangerous to be set loose on the city again. Now eat..." It occurred to him that it might be easier to resist the vampire's blood in the food than it would be taking it from his wrist. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth to take a bit of food. It really was the best tasting steak he'd ever tasted. Whoever they had has their cook had to be a genius in the kitchen. It was succulent with a taste of spices that went well with the meat. The baked potato was cooked to perfection with a delicious sour cream going very well with the steak. Even the dinner roll had the tastiest creamy butter.

"It's very good," Mitch said, accepting another bite from the blood sucker. "My compliments to your chef..."

"Thank you," he said, feeding him another bite before offering him the glass of wine. "I'll make sure he knows you were pleased." Knowing the food was laced with the vampire's blood the more he took in the harder it was going to be to fight it. After about a quarter ways through the meal the major decided he'd had enough.

"Thanks but I'm full now," he said, staring hard into his eyes only to see a look of satisfaction that worried him. His mind set on fighting the influence of the blood by sheer Marine grit. The vampire gave a little shake of his head sending the food away.

"A grown man like you only eating a little food," he said, running his hands over the Marine's body in a gentle caress that had his skin crawling. "You're going to ruin this fine body of yours, Major." He stroked his sides then explored the agent's rock hard pecs like they were a new toy.

"Get your fucking hands off of me," Mitch hissed, struggling in the chains as the vampire's hands glided over his chest to tweak his nipples. "I don't swing that way."

"Calm down, Major," Miguel said, continuing to explore the front of the man's body with a bold hand. "I'm just admiring the beauty that you are." The vampire was moving down toward his eight pack abs which really had him fighting the chains. The vampire lord lifted his hand to his face firmly cupping his chin before cutting his wrist open. The man's eyes went wide as he brought his bleeding wrist up to his mouth. "How you swing doesn't concern me..." Growling, Mitch fought to turn his head away while Torrez forced his bloody wrist into his mouth. The blood hit his tongue making that rush flood over his mind. The agent could feel the pleasure rippling over his body wanting to sap his will away. He almost started to suck at the prince's wrist when he managed to stop himself. Everything in his body and mind were drifting on the bliss when from somewhere deep inside he found the will to fight back. The blood was trickling down the sides of his mouth but the major refused to swallow.

"Drink, Major," the vampire growled, holding his wrist in place to make more and more of his blood go into his mouth. It was clear he wasn't going to take it away till Mitch had taken in his blood. It felt like he was going to drown in the stuff. Finally, he lost the battle and took a swallow of the blood. His mind was slipping away to ride the bliss that Miguel's blood was bringing to him. Thoughts were slowing down to fly on a high that seemed to be going further and further. He tried to turn his face away but the vampire wouldn't let him. He forced the Marine to keep drinking his blood till he was satisfied. Watching him lost in the feeding his free hand went down to caress his body while the pleasure filled Mitch's mind. Continuing to feed, he moaned around Torrez's wrist till he found he didn't want it to stop. The vampire let him feed for quite a while before pulling his wrist away.

"Such a good boy," he said, licking his wrist to heal the wound while the man hung limply in the chains. "That was very nice, wasn't it...?" His head gave a little nod as he fought to clear away the tingling of pleasure over his mind and body.

"Oh god," Mitch moaned. His mind wanted to feel that intense bliss and pleasure again much to his horror. The lord's hands caressed his body in a sensual manner bringing some delight to him as he basked in the aftermath of the aching desire he'd put in him. Slowly, he was coming around to what the vampire lord was doing with a rush of dread. His eyes went wide in some confusion to feel his touch.

"Yes, Mitch?" the vampire lord asked, in a coy tone of mocking concern at the Marine's look of growing panic.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, trying to pull back in the chains not that they'd let him escape his hands.

"Getting to know you better," he said, sounding quite amused at the look in his eyes. "That should be obvious."

"Get your hands off of me," the major growled, struggling in his bonds to get away from his teasing caresses. "I told you I'm not into guys."

"You'll get used to it, Major," Miguel said, moving closer to rub his body against the agent's body. "You'll come to enjoy my touch. You'll see that I mean you no harm."

"The hell I will," Mitch hissed, considering spitting in his face again. A beating was more preferable to him than to have this creature using his body like his personal playground. "I'm not your sex toy." He had a chuckle at that though he continued to move his hands over the bound man's form.

"No, you aren't," he said, running his hands over his shoulders and down his defined back. "I have others for sex toys." His hands moved down to grab the agent's hard ass in a firm grip.

"Good," he said, panting in his rage at having him touching him in such an intimate way. "Then get your hands off me and we'll be fine."

"We'll see how you react to training," he said, bringing a stone cold look to the Marine's eyes at the mention of 'training'. "For the moment you seem to enjoy feeding from me." The fact that he was right didn't sit well with the man but he couldn't seem to get the desire to taste his blood again out of his head.

"I'll work hard with your team," the agent said, nodding and smiling like a good little boy. He had a bit of a surprise for him that he wasn't expecting to hear.

"What are we going to do about your being AWOL?" he asked, bringing a look of surprise to the major's face that he couldn't seem to hide. His eyes narrowed as he looked at him wondering what he was getting at.

"I was going to go back and face my punishment," Mitch said, knowing he had to pay the price for his defiance of his duty. "When..." His brain was quick to stop himself as he didn't want him to know he still wanted to finish his personal mission.

"When and if I let you go," the lord of the vampire clan said, his own voice turning cold for several moments while they stared into each other's eyes.

"I understand that," he said, nodding like a good little boy but he knew he wasn't buying it. This was just a game they were playing. "Do you feed your whole team from your wrist?" It seemed impossible but he was curious to know how he kept them as loyal ghouls.

"No," he said, his eyes moving over the man's body stretched out between the floor and the ceiling. He didn't like the fact he seemed to linger on his cock. "I keep it bottled for the rest of my ghouls."

"I see," Mitch said. There had never been a day when he'd been shy about being naked in front of another person till this day. The way he was looking him over made him very uncomfortable. "So when do I get off this wall?"

"When I know I can trust you," Miguel said, making his heart sink that it was going to take a while for him to convince him he could trust the man.

"And when is that going to be?" the major asked, ready to do anything to get this bastard to trust him so he could get out of the chains.

"That's up to you," he said, surprising him by that cryptic answer as he had no clue what would prove to him that he could trust him.

"Yes?" he asked, hoping he could get some idea of what he wanted from him.

"You started out badly lying to me about everything," he said, making the agent shrug a little as he wasn't going to go back to explaining that he wasn't going to tell him the truth. "Now you buck me... So, how am I supposed to trust you?"

"How do you want me to prove you've won?" he asked, figuring it was a really bad way to put it. "I'll be a loyal soldier to you."

"That you have to figure out on your own," he said, in another cryptic answer that Mitch really didn't want to hear as it meant he wouldn't know what to do to prove himself. Something came to mind that he didn't like but if it helped him get out of the chains he was willing to risk it.

"I wanted to return because I figured when I finished taking out the last place my sister was held in I'd return to face my punishment for abandoning my duty," he said, being completely honest down to the last detail regardless of what it cost him. "My commanding officer said he'd send out a team to find her but they weren't having any luck. I'm his top agent so I knew I'd be able to be find you. I didn't plan to keep attacking you I just wanted the places my sister had been held at. As a lesson for taking a defenseless girl and using her as your personal blood bank for withdraws when you wanted. I'm willing to work with your team as to being AWOL I suppose that gives me another good reason to work for you. You know where my little sister is and I know too much about you for you to let me go."

"And you're in the hands of the same people you were fighting," the vamp said, nodding his head a little like he was thinking over what he'd said.

"I know that," the Marine said, thinking about being in the 'hands' of the vampires like he was helpless. "I don't have a choice but to accept it."

"But you're not so defenseless, are you?" he asked, their eyes locking for several moments to show they were still playing the game.

"I'm not going to do anything to put my little sister in danger," Mitch said, doing his best to not show just how much he wanted to kill the bastard in front of him.

"Oh, I know you won't," he said, giving him a smile that he really didn't like. "You took too much of a risk to get her away from this life to put her in danger now."

"So you know I'll be loyal to you," he said, staring him dead in the eye in a way to show his willingness to work for him. "And I have your blood in me so what else can I do."

"You can betray me," he said, glaring at him in the same manner the major was staring at him. "I would have to kill you and your sister." His threat to his kid sister had him tensing up till he forced himself to relax again. Showing the vampire he was getting to him wasn't going to help him get out of the chains.

"Then I'll make sure not to betray you," he said, keeping all ideas of betraying the bastard and his clan out of his mind.

"You'd better hope you don't," the lord said, watching the Marine like a predator looking at prey which made him want to laugh. "We'd kill her first and make you watch." Mitch gave a little nod of his head knowing he wouldn't let them kill her while there was a breath left in his body. His eyes tried to convey that he was going to be a very good boy for him.

"May I call my friend and little sister, Lord Miguel?" he asked, knowing he had to get a message out to John that he'd been compromised. "I'm sure you're having them watched so there's no harm in me giving them a call." Nodding his head, Miguel lowered the chains then handed him a satellite phone. Snapping it open, Mitch dialed a number that would let John know he was in trouble.

"Hey, Jonny," he said, using every little signal to give his brother in arms the idea he'd been captured. "I called to find out how my little sister is doing... I'm glad to hear that... I don't know when I'll be able to get back but I'm working on it. Just tell Bets that I'm thinking about her." Hanging up, the major handed the phone back to the vampire with a smile of gratitude that wasn't faked. His dear friend knew he had to move her and fast. That was the only thing that mattered to him.

"I'm sure your friend knows there's something wrong now," Torres said, pocketing his phone not that Mitch gave any indication to confirm his statement.

"He does know that I planned on coming back," he said, looking down at the chains on his wrists and ankles. "He might wonder why I haven't. You're having the ranch watched so it's not like they can go anywhere."

"They're safe. It's not like we're going to attack them or feed from them," Miguel said, not that the idea worried Mitch now that John knew trouble was around him. "If anything they're safer now than they were before."

"Thanks, I'm glad to know that," he said, knowing they really were safe now that they'd be getting out of the ranch to somewhere the vamps wouldn't know where they were. It meant that the vamps couldn't hold her over his head anymore and that was a step in the right direction for him. He figured he was dancing with death at that point he wasn't going to show any of his concern.

"You'll be fine, Major," he said, his hand trailing down the agent's side again making him want to growl. "So are your paranoid friend and your little sister as long as you work for me and do as I say."

"John always was a little paranoid after out last tour together, Miguel," he said, grinning a little at the thought of just how far my friend's paranoia had gone. "He was getting worse before I... had to change jobs. That's why I knew he was the best person to take care of my little sister."

"Well, I'm sure he'll be even more so now," the lord said, smiling at him in that way that always worried him. "He has your sister in tow and knows you're in our custody."

"I just know I trust him with what's most precious to me," Mitch said, shrugging a little to show he wasn't worried about them.

"Maybe one day you'll trust me," the vampire said, almost making him burst out laughing at the idea he'd ever trust him.

"I'm sure it'll come down to that if I'm around you long enough," he said, knowing he was never going to trust the blood sucking bastard.

"I could see to it," he said, making the Marine wonder what he could have going on in his little mind.

"Oh really?" he asked, feeling really curious to find out what he thought he could do to make him trust him.

"Yes," he said, staring into his eyes with a confident look. "Deal with your military career and make this the mission you're on. Our team is unofficial but we have members that are paid by the Corps."

"So you're saying you're paid by the government," the major said, nodding a little as he wondered if that was even possible.

"Some of my people are paid by the government," he said. Mitch's mind went over the idea and he could actually see where the government would be interested in having ghouls on the payroll.

"So if I work for you the Corps might know where I am?" he asked, not really worried by the idea. If anything he wouldn't mind if the government knew where he was since they'd come for him. That would be a real problem for the vampire lord and his vampires.

"They just sign the checks," the vampire said, getting a nod of understanding from him. The government had signed his check without asking too many questions about what he was doing.

"I have a lot to pay for," he said, nodding a little in understanding to what he was saying. "My job was sensitive but I'm sure you know that."

"You don't think our jobs are sensitive?" he asked, looking at him in a mocking way that made his hackles rise. "We don't exist to anyone."

"That makes two of us," the agent said, grinning despite himself. "So when do I go work with your team? Or am I going to be staying here in chains for a while longer?"

"You still have at least another day here," he said, in an apologetic tone of voice that didn't sound sincere in any way.

"I take it I have to go through one more feeding," he said, thinking about the pleasure then forcing it out of the man's mind.

"Do you think you can handle it?" the vamp asked in a challenging way that brought a smile of confidence to his face.

"Being in chains or feeding from you again?" he asked, working not to sneer at him because he knew it was just going to make it harder to get out of the chains.

"Can you handle both?" he asked, caressing his cheek again in that way that sent him into a shiver of disgust. "Can you handle me?"

"The chains aren't a problem as I've felt them before," the Marine Spec-Ops said, stiffening at his touch. "I'd deal with drinking your blood when I have to. As to handling you... I don't plan on handling any part of you."

"Well I'm here," he said, stepping closer to him so he was rubbing against his body again. Mitch could feel his hard cock as he ground it against his crotch. "You're going to have to handle me." His body jerked in the chains as the bile rose in the back of his throat. If he had in mind what he thought he had in mind the Marine was going to fight tooth and nail.

"I told you... That aint happening," he hissed, struggling in the chains that were holding him helpless. He knew he couldn't stop him but he was in a panic like being in the sights of a sniper couldn't inspire.

"You might enjoy it if you give it a chance," Miguel said, his hands running down his back to grab his ass again.

"I told you I don't swing that way," he hissed, knowing he sounded like a broken record but he didn't care at that point. "There's no way in hell I'm going to give it any kind of a chance."

"You don't have much of a choice," he said, smiling while the man fought the chains like a man possessed. "You are in chains in case you've forgotten."

"You son of a bitch," he raged, almost yanking his shoulders from their sockets in his frenzy. "I'm not going to roll for you..."

"Don't fight me, Mitch," he said, stroking his sides before coming around to stroke his inner thighs. "It's not attractive in ghouls."

"I said I'd be your ghoul," the agent said, yanking at the chains with all his might. "I didn't say I'd give out sexual favors in that agreement. I doubt you're asking them from other members of your team."

"Do you want to ask them?" he asked, mocking him as his hands went over his sweating body. "I haven't been with all of them but I have been with some of them. I do like my pleasure, Major and you're a very handsome man."

"Maybe one of them will roll for you but I won't," he growled, glaring his hatred of him while he jerked against the chains. "I told you before and I'll keep saying it till you get it through your thick skull... I'm not that way and I don't plan to start."

"No one said I was going to fuck you, Mitch," he said, brushing against his cock to his absolute horror. "I can give you pleasure..."

"Thanks for the offer," he said, feeling the sweat running down his body and nearly foaming at the mouth in his rage. "But no thanks. And no... You're not going to fuck me."

"You don't have a choice, Major," he said, starting to take his clothes off to the man's dread. "I'm not asking for permission."

"Go find someone else to take your pleasure with, bastard," he hissed, resisting the urge to spit in his face again though a beating was better than what he was suggesting.

"I don't want someone else," Torrez said, caressing his body in a knowing way that had Mitch's skin shivering and not in a good way. "I want you tonight..." He knew the vampire lord was right. He was helpless in the chains so he couldn't fight back. Only one thing came to mind that he could do. He sent his mind back to his Marine base seeing himself taking apart his favorite automatic handgun piece by piece. His thoughts concentrated on how he'd clean the weapon. If the vampire wanted to use his body that was fine it didn't mean he was going to respond back. Miguel had to know Mitch had gone into his own little world as his hands had gotten bolder.

"Don't be afraid, Mitch," he cooed in his ear as his tongue licked up the Marine's neck. "I won't hurt you..." Mitch felt his gentle caresses but he kept his mind focused. Miguel's lips sucked on his neck to leave some deep hickys though he didn't bite him. Fingers tweaked his nipples beginning to get through to Mitch. The vampire licked around his right nipple before taking the tip into his mouth to pull on it. It felt good. Biting down to make a shock of pain go down the major's spine, Miguel was quick to lick his nip to sooth it. His nipple stiffened to a throbbing nub. He moved to his other nipple to nip and bite it then lick the sting away. Mitch's body was trained to deal with pain, not pleasure. The vampire's hand had gone down to start rolling his balls in his furry ball sack. He'd never felt anything like it before. He'd had his share of good fucks but this was a lot different. As he worked on his nipples, Miguel's hands started to work on the Marine's cock. It didn't matter how hard he fought it blood started to run south under the vamp's knowing touch. Before long he had a raging hard on while his body was starting to tremble in something that wasn't rage. The lord licked up to his neck to kiss and nibble. Mitch's mind was beginning to lose control of his body. The vampire's finger rubbed against the flesh at the base of the agent's ball sack and his anus. He had no idea that strip of flesh was sensitive or that it would feel good to have someone rub it in a firm manner. A groan tried to escape him but Mitch gritted his teeth.

"Let go, Mitch," the vampire cooed in his ear as his hands worked on Mitch's throbbing cock. "Let the pleasure take you..." He started to wank the Marine's cock in a slow manner taking the head of his cock in his other hand to gently squeeze it. No matter how hard he tried to fight it a groan escaped the major's lips. Miguel's hand started to move harder on his cock. The vampire went back to rolling his balls and rubbing that little strip of flesh till his body was trembling in a way that had nothing to do with anger.

"Oh god," Mitch moaned. If he'd been beating him the Marine would've been able to resist but this was something he just didn't expect from an enemy. It'd never been done to him before in his long career. His ass was flexing as he found his hips thrusting out a little more.

"That's right," the lord whispered to him, rubbing the head of Mitch's leaking cockhead with his thumb between jerking his cock. "You can feel the pleasure building... Your balls are churning... Let it out... Shoot for me, Mitch." Without warning, he gave his balls a hard squeeze. There was no way he could stop himself. Groaning loudly, the man felt his spunk punch out of his balls to shoot down his cock. In a moment, he was spraying his load over the vamp's hand and onto the floor. He kept jacking his cock while his hand squeezed his balls again to keep the Marine's cum draining from his body. When the last dribbled out, he let go of his deflating cock. Torrez's hand was coated with Mitch's jism as the man's eyes managed to focus on his smiling face.

"That was round one, Mitch," he said, while he watched him use his cream to lube his cock. "It's time for the next course... If you don't fight me I won't humiliate you."

"Oh no," I said, watching him move behind him. His body jerked as he realized he'd tightened the chains in a way that his asscheeks were spread enough to show his pucker. The Marine expected to feel the head of the vamp's cock forcing its way into his chute. He wasn't prepared to feel his finger rubbing his hole. Miguel started circling the tightly closed hole in a firm manner adding just enough pressure to start setting off the nerves. The man had heard of a guy fingering out the hole of another guy. As his hole started to tingle, his mind went over the fact he didn't think it would feel so good. His rosebud started to flutter as the pleasure was growing. Before he knew it, the vampire had slipped his first finger into his ass. It was amazing how good it felt. Using the major's own spunk as lube, he started twisting his finger and moving it in and out of his ass. He just hit something in his ass that sent a shiver of pleasure down the agent's spine. No matter how hard he wanted to fight it had really started to feel good. Miguel worked a second finger in finding that spot again to rub against it making his body surge in his chains. Mitch's cock was starting to rise again from his balls. Stretching him out, he added a third finger tapping that spot once in a while. By the time he was satisfied, the Marine's cock was at full attention and starting to throb.

"Oh god," Mitch groaned, feeling his self-control slipping away. "Rub it harder... God... Do it again... Harder..."

"You want me to really get your sweet spot, Mitch?" he asked, his finger toying with that place that was making the man's cock jerk in response. "Just ask and I'll show you how good the pleasure can be."

"Do it, man," he moaned, needing to feel something really hit that spot. "God... Really hit it... It feels so good... Really hit it..."

"My pleasure," the vampire said, lining up his cock to his twitching hole. "Here we go, Mitch..." Before he could react, Miguel had shoved his cock into his ass all the way to bottom out. The head of his cock hit that place in the man's ass making him cry out. Chuckling, he started a hard thrusting that tagged the spot in the Marine's chute over and over. It didn't take long before Mitch was groaning and moving his hips with him. The harder he hit it the stronger the pleasure grew.

"Oh god," he moaned, feeling the pleasure all over his body. "Like that... Harder... Fuck me harder... Oh God... Fuck my ass harder..."

"Ok, lover," the vampire lord growled, making their bodies slap together to fill the room with Mitch's grunts and groans. "Do you like that? Do you want me to go faster, Mitch?"

"Go faster," the man moaned, feeling the cream in his balls really starting to burn. "Faster... Harder... Oh God... I'm going to blow my wad..." He was fucking him hard and fast when he gave his sweet spot a hard hit. Nearly screaming, Mitch's body shook as his balls exploded sending ropes of milk out to hit the floor. Moments later, the prince was emptying his balls into his ass and he had a hell of a load. His hand came around to grab the major's balls giving them a hard squeeze making him cry out and shoot another load. He kept his hand on Mitch's balls while his cock drained into his chute. In a minute, they were both empty and spent. Mitch's body went slack in the chains. He came around to smile at him while he got dressed.

"Let him down so he can rest," he said to the guards then walked out of the cell. Smiling at him, the guard released the chains so the man could crumple on the floor. His mind was spinning as he looked at the puddle of spunk on the floor. The lord's cream was leaking from his ass. A chuckle from the guard turned his face a bright red in shame. It left him with a sore ass leaking a vampire's cream.