Dark Bloodlust

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Don't Sue. Please

The dark figure stood over his creation and revelled in it's beauty. It was a molded form of dark wax- soft as butter, beautiful as an untouched meadow and black as a cloudy dusk. The figure placed his right hand on the newly made doll. A small triangle started to glow over his hand and in that moment, the wretched doll came to life. Breath came into it's wax lungs and forced it's chest to heave back and forth. It's eyelids raised slowly to reveal glowing, luminescent red eyes. The wax doll's black heart suddenly filled with confusion and anger. He attacked his creator in a fit of rage. Flailing arms and legs repeatedly pounded on the dark figure's arms and face. Angered by this, the dark man grabbed the wax boy's arm, yanked him to the ground and catapulted his creation into the cold stone wall. The boy dropped to the floor and slipped into an unconcious state.

When the boy woke up, pain pervaded his body almost immediately. He could feel a bump on his head and scratches all over his arms. He examined them to see what had happened and was surprised to see that his black wax arms now had pure jet black skin on them. He stood up slowly to get a feel of the room around him. All he saw were a damp floor covered in hay and several vertical metal bars. Four chains emerged from the wall and whipped around the boy's wrists and ankles. They pulled him against the wall. He tried to ripped his arms out of the restraints but to no avail. The vertical bars started to melt as the dark figure approached him. His creator walked in with the stride of a proud horse. Trinket-like medals and armor pieces covered his huge body. His eyes glowed light red just like his. He walked up very closed to the dark boy and gave a mild laugh.

"You need to be taught how to be humbled." said the evil man. He raised his gloved right hand and grabbed the boys hair back against the wall. He took a small knife with his left hand and made shallow cuts on the young man's face. Black blood spewed from these small hatches. The boy writhed in pain. The man took pleasure at this sight and supped the blood from his beautiful face. It tasted good in his mouth. He needed more. The tall man ripped the youth's tunic to reveal his beautiful chest. He made more shallow cuts right under the boy's left nipple and sucked the blood from the wound. The young man felt a strong mixture of pleasure and pain. He wanted more. All of his sensation began to culminate into his stirring penis.

The dark figure noticed this and lifted his hand in the air. The chains holding the young man's legs raised to his sides. The boy's tunic lifted up to reveal his length. The dark man was fully gratified by this display. He took the knife and made a single shallow cut on his captive's foreskin and immediately went to work on his slave's length. The young man grunted in pleasure. He wanted the man to take all of the length into his mouth. The young man grinded his hips into his creator's pleasurable mouth. Over and over. The older man wanted to finish his act so that he could receive the same. He took out his sword and held the handle to his mouth and inserted it inside. The young man looked at this in awe and became more hard looking at it. The man took the handle out to reveal a coat of black blood and saliva. He took the handle and inserted it into the his creation's willing hole. His victim yelled out a wordless cry of pleasure and pain. The dark figure continued to suck his victim's penis. He periodically grabbed the blade and forced a little more into the boy's ass. Trickles of his blood began to drip down his hands. Moments later, the young man yelled the same cry he did before and came into the dark man's mouth. His creator swallowed the the cuious mixture of fluids and raised his face to the black doll. With an arrogant voice, he ripped the sword handle from his victim's ass and told the doll, "Now me!"

The dark figure began to take his pants off. The boy's penis began to stir again. He wanted it all over again. The man raised his hand and the chains moved agian so that the young man was lower than him. The evil man quickly grabbed his hard length and put it into his creation's mouth. The young man felt the head go all the way to the back of his throat. He wanted to gag and gingerly bit down on his master. The dark man lifted his head back in pleasure. He put his hands to the boy's face and caressed his cheek. A drop of blood dripped down onto the boy's wound. Suddenly flashes came into his head. He saw castles and dungeons and a young man who looked just like him. The chains on the wall dissintegrated into jagged pieces of metal and stone. The young man fell to the ground. Everything in his being told him to leave. The boy rolled under his master's legs and ran out of the open portal.