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Trial and Error (LustfulSins X Maeir)

"I suppose we will find that out, won't we?" Tyran presses both fingers into Josiah's body. He's mildly surprised the boy isn't protesting more. But then, drug addicts are known to be more open to different things when high. Likely, Tyran isn't the first person to invade the boy's body.

Tyran presses his fingers deeply, stroking Josiah's insides. His own cock is throbbing in the confines of his jeans, but he still ignores it. His hope is that this new drug also fuels the sex drive in the sense that one orgasm won't be enough to satisfy the body.
 
Josiah gasps pulling at the sheets his eyes close tightly and his jaw clenches. He can't help but to hold his breath, struggling to stay relatively quiet. It certainly wasn't the first time his hole was used for someone elses pleasure, and certainly wouldn't be the last, he didn't mind it usually, but this drug made everything that much more intense. He exhales jaggedly before shaking his head

"No no, please... Just wait don't move." he pleads with the man whilst struggling to catch his breath. Every nerve on his body was on high alert, including the ones within him. He could feel both fingers moving within him, it was almost too much for him, almost. There was only a small jolt of pain following the man pushing his fingers within, though it subsided rather quickly, likely thanks to the drug and the amount of lube the man had used. "I just, need to get used to it I don't know how much it will take before you send me over the edge Tyran. please." The thought of having more than one orgasm didnt even cross his mind, he didn't want this to end. He wanted to feel the immense pleasure as long as possible. Tyran was right, this drug would do extremely well once it hits the market.
 
Josiah's words fall on deaf ears. Tyran doesn't wait for him to adjust, fingers spreading slightly as they rub and stroke. His fingertips search for Josiah's prostate, that little bundle of nerves that would send bolts of electric pleasure through his body.

When he finds it, and Josiah reacts, Tyran smirks. He adds a third finger, pressing them deep again. Once more, he locates Josiah's prostate, massaging and toying with it. "Feel good? Your body is sucking my fingers in."
 
Josiah lets out soft moans as the man ignores his pleas, only for those moans to turn into cries of pleasure, His back arching off the bed "Son of a bitch!" He cries out More fluid leaks from the tip of his cock, the slightest movement from with in him almost enough to make him cum. He felt the third finger enter causing him to shake his head quickly "Fuck, Tyran! If you don't stop I'm going to cum!" he pleads.

Once more the mans fingers find his prostate again, at this point his cock twitches begging for release, Josiah whines moving his right hand down to grasp at his cock, His hand begins to glide over his shaft pumping quickly, the tip of his cock red with need. "Fuu-uuck...." his voice cracks his hole tightens around the mans fingers as he nears his release. He doesn't wait for permission however, His movements don't stop within just a few seconds of his hand being on his own cock thick ropes of seed spew from the tip of his cock and land on his chest his head falls back onto the mattress as he pants heavily, His movements slow but don't stop. "Fuck...." His cock softened only for a moment or two before getting hard once more.
 
Tyran isn't exactly pleased that Josiah seems to think he can control the situation. But he allows the boy to stroke his own cock, to urge himself to release. However, Tyran's fingers are still buried in the boy's ass, and just as Josiah seems to be relaxing, Tyran rubs his prostate again.

Tyran makes a tsking sound, shaking his head. "How rude, not asking for permission. You belong to me, Josiah. And I won't let you have control." Tyran removes his fingers only after he has the boy panting in pleasure again. He fakes the time to unbutton his pale grey shirt, shrugging it off. Then he pulls Josiah's hands above his head, and uses his shirt to tie the boy's wrists to the bars of the headboard.

Tyran sheds his jeans. As he had been barefoot in his own home, this takes less then five seconds. His hands pick up the lube again, dripping it onto eight inches of thick cock. "This should be fun." Tyran grips the backs of Josiah's knees, pushing his legs up and wide. Then he shifts closer, and presses that thick cock into the boy's body. Tyran groans, Josiah's body tight around his cock.
 
Josiah's breathing returns to normal after just a short while, however the movement within him causes him to groan and rock his hips slightly. Hearing the Tsk sound he realizes he had made a mistake, he tilts his head down at the man. "I-I'm sorry. I couldn't take it..." He whines feeling the mans fingers leave his hole. "Please, Don't stop?" His eyes trail over the mans torso, as the shirt reveals the skin underneath. Josiah shakes his head in protest once more attempting to move away from the man. "No, please, don't do this." He wasn't sure what was happening, all he knew was that he didn't want to be tied up.

No control for him, no chance of being able to escape. He was effectively at the mercy of Tyran. He turns his attention from his bound hands to watch the man strip his jeans off, eyes widening at the mans size. "oh no, no, no, no, no, no. That will not fit! Please no!" as the man is lubing up his cock Josiah uses his feet to push himself up the bed slightly as though trying to escape, He pulls at the restraint around his arms.

However, it isn't enough, he isn't able to break free before Tyran has control once more. His breathing quickens and his body tenses as he peers down at the mans size, eyes wide with fear. He feels the tip pressing into him his hands ball into fists and his head is falls onto the bed, his back arches as he cries out loudly. So full, too full... "Ahhhh~! Too much!" His eyes roll back His toes curled, his face turning a bright shade of red. The mans size inside of his entrance was painful, yet immensely pleasureable.
 
Tyran growls, baring his teeth. All Josiah's protests had been ignored, and now his boss is sinking his hard cock into his body. Tyran presses forward until he's buried to the hilt, stretching and filling Josiah. His size means the boy's abdomen bulges out slightly. "Fuck, Josiah, you're so tight."

Tyran rolls his hips tightly against Josiah's ass. In doing so, he presses harder against the boy, creating pressure inside him. Tyran groans, moving his left hand to press it against the bed beside Josiah's ribs.
 
Josiah continues to pull at the restraints, crying out from the mans size, His hole burning from the sheer size of the man before him. "Too deep.... too big... Tyran." he pleads, knowing full well his pleas fall on deaf ears. His eyes flutter open as he tilts his head down to look at the man. He yelps as the man rolls his hips.

Josiah struggles to catch his breath. His eyes land on the males face. Josiah doubted his ability to take the man without the help of the drug. The pain would surely be unbearable, where as now, the pleasure had greatly outweighed the pain he was experiencing.
 
Tyran isn't blind to Josiah's struggles, but he's not about to stop. His hips draw back, only to push forward again. Another groan, and Tyran picks up a steady thrusting pace. Out, then in to the hilt. The thrusts are strong, enough to shift Josiah on the bed slightly. The blond man curses again, his right hand tightening on the back of Josiah's thigh.

Tyran's stamina is great, and he holds this steady pace for some time. His intention is to drive Josiah to a second orgasm without touching the boy's cock. "Your body hugs me so well, Josiah. Feel my cock hitting deep, filling your ass." Tyran chuckles, driving his cock deep again.
 
Each inward thrust earns a rather loud moan from Josiah, his head returns to rest on the bed accepting his fate finally. His cock was fully erect and red needing to release once more.

Each thrust drew him closer and closer to the edge, every time the mans cock hit his prostate, every inch he slid across the bed only to be brought back down onto the mans shaft, over and over again. "Fuck, Tyran so big!" His lips part once more sucking in air through his mouth instead of his nose. It seemed like they had been at this for hours. After a few short minutes Josiah spoke once more. "Tyran... I'm so close, please..." He begs the man, needing the release. He had remembered to ask permission this time having been scolded the last time.
 
Tyran growls, but nods his head. He's far from finished, so he may as well allow Josiah to come. His hips don't stop, cock sliding back and forth. When Josiah hits his orgasm, Tyran changes positions. He pulls back from the boy's body, flipping Josiah onto his stomach. He releases the boy's wrists, only to pull his arms behind his back, tying them there securely.

Tyran pulls Josiah's hips up, so he's on his knees with legs spread wide, and his chest is down on the bed. Gripping Josiah's hips, Tyran sinks his cock back into the boy's body. His hips are harder now, a bit faster. "Your body feels so good, Josiah. Such a good boy."
 
"Thank you Sir" He states once being given permission. A few seconds later, he releases once more over his stomach crying out. Josiah pants heavily, but is barely able to catch his breath before being flipped onto his stomach. He doesn't struggle against the man, instead, he lets Tyran manhandle him moving only to turn his head to the side

Feeling him enter once more he moans loudly, pushing his hips back against the other feeling him sink deeper within him. The praise he was receiving was enough to make him want to make the man happy. "So big Tyran.." He pauses to catch his breath. "Feels so good." he purrs softly rocking his hips back in time with the mans thrusts forward, Josiah turns his head to bury his face into the blankets to muffle his cries.
 
Josiah's attempts to quiet himself do not make Tyran happy. His left hand sinks into the boy's hair, gripping tightly and pulling his head up. His hips buck particularly hard as he growls. "Do not hide your voice. I want to hear you crying out while I fuck you."

Tyran keeps Josiah's head pulled up as his thrusts gain power. Each thrust sinks deep, striking his prostate hard. "I'm going to fuck you until your legs shake. Until you can't even form words."
 
Josiah winces feeling his head tugged back, the sharp thrust earns a loud cry "Ahhhn!" His moans don't stop each thrust seeming harder than the last causing Josiah to cry out louder and louder. His body was weak and aching, begging to be released from the mans assault of his insides.

The mans request wasn't far, already Josiah struggled to think clearly, his body threatening to give way to the mans desires. Josiah's mouth hung agape his eyes closing, the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing through out the room. Josiah's flesh was covered in small beads of sweat. His body was Tyran's to use and Josiah didn't care. He loved it, every moment of it. It was quite possibly, the best thing Josiah had experienced.
 
They very likely never would have been in this situation if Tyran hadn't drugged Josiah. The boy is skinnier than those Tyran normally beds, smaller too. But damn, the boy's body felt so good around his cock. And his desperate cries send delicious shivers up Tyran's spine.

The fingers of Tyran's left hand dig into the boy's hip, grip tight. His thrusts seem to become harder still. He wants to see how many times he can drive the boy to the edge before his own orgasm. Of course, it's more fun to do so without touching Josiah's cock again. A hands-free climax is always more powerful.
 
Josiah gasped as the mans hand dug into his hip, His hips had always been sensitive and the pressure the other man put there made his hips buck forward slightly. Tyran was like a fucking jackhammer, relentless as he pounded inside of him. Josiah's throat tightened his once loud moans were now silent except for the occasional squeak that would escape his throat.

He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. How long had they been going now? Eventually Josiah managed to swallow which freed his throat he gasps loudly "Tyran..." Was all he managed to say before crying out once more, spilling his seed onto the blanket below him, his body trembling as he did so. How much more could he take? How much more could Tyran give. His cheeks were red from the repeated slapping of the mans hips to his rear.
 
This time, when Josiah hits his orgasm, Tyran groans deeply. The way the boy's muscles clench around him in orgasm makes Tyran shudder. His hips buck harder, thrusts shorter now as his own orgasm rapidly approaches. He leans over Josiah, hips now rutting hard and fast, tight against the boy's ass.his left hand moves from Josiah's hip to press flat on his abdomen, feeling where his cock is bulging Josiah's belly.

A handful of rough thrusts later, Tyran sinks his cock to the hilt with a deep growl. A rush of heat follows as he spills his large, hot load into Josiah's smaller body. Tyran grinds his hips tight against Josiah through the aftershocks of his orgasm, groaning. When he finally falls still, Tyran stays leaned against the boy, firm, buried.

Tyran leans lower, pulling Josiah's head to the side. His tongue drags along the side of the boy's throat, his breath hot. Then he bites down, and his canines, now longer and far more sharp than normal, pierce Josiah's skin. The pain is sharp, but brief. More of Tyran's venom leaks into Josiah's bloodstream, but it's not as powerful as the concentrated tablet of the new drug. Still, it's enough to keep Josiah lustful and compliant, as exhausted as he might be. Tyran groans against Josiah's neck when the boy's blood hits his tongue.
 
Josiah shudders feeling the man still within him, earning a soft moan. His seed filling him, he could feel everything, the rather uncomfortable pressure in his abdomen, the mans body rutting against his own, even the thick load spilling within him. A bizarre feeling to say the least. Josiah took him finishing as the end of it, a chance to catch his breath. Josiah let out soft pants as he struggled to regain control of his breathing.

He felt the weight of the man as he leaned forwards, the warmth of his breath on Josiahs neck. Josiah closes his eyes tilting his head back to give the man better access unaware of what would happen next. Did Tyran just.. bite him? Josiah yelps his eyes widening as he feels the mans teeth sink within his neck. Josiah wants to scream, to call for help, however he finds himself unable to muster up a sound other than a soft whimper. Soon enough, the pain is gone instead, he once more feels hot, needy, it's a familiar feeling. Did the drug work in waves?

Josiah lets out a soft moan, pushing his bound hands up gently against the mans abdomen pressed against his tied hands and back. "What?" he manages to mutter whilst he was curious, Josiah had no real desire to fight the man, not argue his commands, not try to get free, nothing.
 
Tyran growls softly when Josiah pushes his hands against his abdomen. But he doesn't move away, doesn't punish the boy for the touch. Instead, he leans further, hips grinding tightly against Josiah again. Fangs still embedded in the boy's neck, Tyran sucks on the skin, and the blood that flows out of the punctures around his teeth. Another groan, as Tyran enjoys the slightly spicy taste of Josiah's blood.

Tyran doesn't drink much, not even enough to make Josiah dizzy. He just wanted taste, to see what the boy's blood is like. Most drug addicts have an almost musty taste to their blood do to drug damage. But Tyran's is good. Perhaps a side effect of the concentrated tablet of vampire venom? Further testing would be needed.

Tyran pulls his fangs from Josiah's throat, tongue gliding across the punctures to stop the bleeding. The punctures, however, are still visible, and would be for a couple days. Tyran allows Josiah to drop to the bed, releasing his hands from their bindings. Then he pulls back from the boy's body with one more low groan. Almost immediately, some of his seed leaks down the backs of Josiah's thighs. Tyran smirks at the sight, chuckling.
 
Josiah relaxes after a few seconds of the man drinking from him, likely the additional venom in full effect. He felt completely fine, other that being rather high on whatever he was given. Though Josiah didn't mind it too much, it was free, seemed relatively safe, and he had gotten laid for the first time in a long time.

Josiah lets out a soft moan as the man releases his neck. His body released from the mans grasp falls onto the bed with a soft thud. With his hands finally free he moves his arms up to rest under his head. Feeling the man withdraw Josiah groaned, shortly after Tyran had moved Josiah felt a hot fluid slide down between his thighs. Normally, Josiah would go to immediately clean up, however he was barely able to move his arms let alone his legs, it would have to wait a few moments before he tried.

Josiah's right hand moves from under his head to touch at the puncture wounds on his neck. When he spoke, his voice was merely a whisper. "what did you do?" Josiah had always been a curious one that was something that hadn't changed since he was younger.
 
The sight of Josiah so relaxed and tired is somehow deeply pleasing to Tyran. Maybe it's the fact the boy is in his bed, rather than Tyran in someone else's bed. Normally, when Tyran beds someone, it's in their home and not his. When asked what he did, Tyran brushes Josiah's hand away from his neck. "I bit you. Don't touch, you'll make them bleed again." Tyran speaks so casually, like biting another person hard enough to make them bleed is normal. While he hasn't told anyone but the two that live here with him that he's a vampire, Tyran doesn't dance around the subject like some forbidden knowledge either. He simply never sees a reason to bring it up.

Tyran stands from the bed, stretching. He leaves the bedroom, but returns in a couple of minutes with a bottle of water and two green gel cap pills. Tyran rolls Josiah over, then sits him up. He sits behind the boy, letting him lean back against his chest. The pills and bottle are pressed into Josiah's hands. "Here, it's advil. You're going to want this. I wasn't gentle with you."
 
Josiah's brows furrow slightly confused returning his hand to rest under his head. His curiosity not yet sated. "Why did you bite me?" He thought maybe his intention was to leave a hickey? However if that was the case he definitely did it wrong. One doesn't bite hard enough to draw blood to simply leave a bruise. Josiah's mouth opens wide as he yawns his eyes closing tightly as he did so.

He watches the man leave the bedroom though Josiah doesn't try to move. If he was to leave Tyran would've told him to get out. Josiah inhales sharply as he is rolled onto his back and forced to sit. His jaw clenches before he takes a deep breath. However Tyrans body against his feels strangely comforting. Josiah leans back against the male which helped to take away some of the pressure on his rear.

There was no hesitation, Josiah pops the two small pills into his mouth before opening the water bottle and taking a rather large swig. He swishes the water in his mouth once before tilting his head back and swallowing. He takes a few more sips of the water before replacing the cap. "Thank you Sir." He mutters.
 
Tyran had intentionally left the question as to why he had bitten Josiah unanswered. If the boy really wants to know, he could ask again in the morning. They had spent nearly two hours having sex, and it wasn't exactly early in the day when Josiah had first come to the house. The sun is just starting to set.

Tyran hums when Josiah thanks him. He sits in silence for a moment, then runs his hands down Josiah's arms. "You're too skinny." Tyran pauses, wrapping his fingers around Josiah's wrists. "Is drug running all you do? Most of my mules do it as a secondary income." If Tyran can keep Josiah distracted while he's leaned against the vampire's chest, maybe the boy won't notice he can't feel a heartbeat against his back.
 
Josiah made a mental note of Tyran not answering his question but didn't push the subject further. However he did frown at the lack pf a response. They sat quiet for a moment, the pain in Josiah rear seeming to slowly subside. Josiah had just began to zone out on the wall when Tyran spoke.

"hmm? Skinny?" he paused looking at his rather thin arms, before his eyes find their way to the mans hands around Josiah's wrists. "I guess I never really paid attention before." It was true. Josiah never paid too much attention to his weight, he hardly gained any weight and that was all he really cared about. The next question came and Josiah nodded "I haven't had a real job since I was a teen. Drugs, homelessness, depression. Made it near impossible to secure a real job. Plus, I make enough to afford a room down at the motel on 15th, have enough food to keep me fed, and a little in savings" Josiah shrugs. He hasn't yet realized the man had no heart beat, too focused on his own, plus the conversation at hand.
 
Tyran makes a face at Josiah's answer, but the boy can't see it. He clears his expression just as quickly. What sort of savings could Josiah possibly have if he's living at a motel, and apparently barely eating? Tyran's thumb rubs across Josiah's wrist as he thinks.

It would be too easy to have the boy live here with him, to have someone right here to continue testing his new drug. Plus, meals in his home, instead of needing to go out hunting through bars for drunks or druggies to feed from. But would Josiah's body sustain repeated feelings?

Tyran ends up sighing, toying with Josiah's hands. He has flipped them palm up, and his thumbs are tracing the lines of Josiah's palms. He seems lost in thought, not really paying attention.
 
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