Taste of Fresh Blood

The trap was sprung Vince barely slept anyway. So this was a rare early night. His chief told him to take the night off.

“You’re doing it again,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Vince asked. The chief patted his shoulder.

“Just go home,” he said. His tone wouldn’t allow for arguments.

“Yes sir,” Vince said. It was supposed to be for his benefit. Just eat dinner, take a shower, and go to bed. The first two were easy. He would see that the night off would be a mistake.

Vince awoke to a heavy weight on his body. He struggled to move. The detective winced as he opened his eyes.

Someone lay on top of him, grinning. At first, Vince’s brain couldn’t connect the dots.

“Huh?” He still hadn’t woken up yet. A hand pinned his wrist down. The figure leaned down to kiss him. That was enough to wake him up.

“What the fuck?!” Vince yelled. “Who the hell are you?! Get off me!”

“Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!” the intruder whispered. Vince’s eyes adjusted to the dark. A man was lying on top of him. The detective looked confused.

“Who are you?” he asked. The figure laughed. They caressed Vince’s cheek.

“You are so cute,” a man’s voice said. The man leaned in closer. It was then the detective got a better look. Wait… He knew that guy.

Vince tried to speak.

The man covered his mouth. He shook his head.

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Cook smirked down at his prey. This was too easy. So easy it was boring. Vince looked so pretty close-up.  Should he drug him? Or no? His fingertips trailed down the detective’s neck. Vince tried to move away.

“Stop it! What the hell?!” he yelled. Cook couldn’t help but laugh.

“So cute,” he said. He ripped open Vince’s shirt.

“Mmm,” he said. He got a good look at the detective’s body. Cook licked his lips.

“Ooo. Nice,” he said as he looked at the detective’s muscled chest and abdomen.  He leaned down and kissed his stomach.

“Stop it! I’m not gay!” Vince yelled. He tried to wriggle free. Cook used his weight to hold him still.

“Come on, baby,” he said. “Let me have a taste.”

“No!” Vince was cut off by another kiss. Cook tried to force his tongue into his mouth. Vince that thought he would choke. He desperately wanted to get away. Who was this man? Meanwhile, Cook savored it all. This was good, but he had to have more. He wanted everything the detective had to offer. The pimp broke off the kiss. He linked his lips.

“Mmm,” he said. “Just as I thought.” His eyes trailed down to Vince’s crotch.

“Oh-ho!” he said. “Tell me something. Are you a big boy?”

“Shut up!” Vince yelled. He looked away with a red face. What was this? Why… Why didn’t he fight back?

Cook’s hand trailed down to his pajama bottoms.

“No! Don’t! Get off me! Stop!” Vince shouted. He was silenced with another kiss. The pimp slid down his prey’s pants. His boxers followed behind. Cook kissed Vince on the neck.

“Mmm. Yes,” he said. “So good.” The detective laid there and took it. His chest heaved as Cook moved further down. Down from Vince’s neck to his collarbone, chest, and abdomen. Cook came down to his cock.

“Mine,” he purred. The pimp opened his mouth and took Vince’s cock inside. This was just night one.