#fledgling jon

Jon flinched, his sire’s exasperated tone reaching him even in his blood-filled haze. He tried to roll to face the door, whimpering as his stomach shifted as he did so. His shirt had ridden up, showing off his distended abdomen, the skin stretched thin across it. Like a bloated tick that had gorged itself, he couldn’t do much more than lay on the floor, too full to hide the mess that covered the floor, his skin, and his clothes. The only clean spot in the office was probably the spot Elias occupied in the doorway.

He hadn’t meant to make a mess, he just…he hadn’t expected anyone in his office this late. He hadn’t planned to take their Statement. He hadn’t meant to climb across the desk as they finished their tale to sink his fangs into their neck. He hadn’t meant to take, and take, opening their throat as much as he could blood spattering on himself, and his desk, and the floor like a faucet until it became a gentle trickle. He hadn’t meant to drain them completely, veins and arteries slashed open with nails and teeth until there was nothing left, just cold dead flesh.

He had planned to try to at least clean up after himself, going so far as to at least shove the body where it wouldn’t be immediately evident when someone opened the door. He could do that without moving, he had told himself to get up, that he needed to clean, but he was so full and warm. His thoughts had started to slip away from him as he lazily licked at the mess on his hands until the door opened. Which brought him back to his current situation.

“Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself, after this display of hedonism?” Jon tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a weak keen as Elias knelt beside him, his expression impossible for Jon to read in his current state. Elias chuckled softly, and Jon whined, even out of it as he was he did not like to be laughed at. Elias didn’t pay his complaint any mind, nor his whimpers, as he pressed his palm against his distended abdomen. “First day you’re allowed off the leash, and already you’ve gorged yourself.”

Jon yelped as Elias prodded at his swollen stomach before withdrawing his hand wiping it on Jon’s clothes, which were already a lost cause anyway. His hand disappeared into his pocket for a moment before withdrawing a familiar pair of objects. Jon could only squirm as the thick leather was fastened back around his neck, cinched tight enough that he couldn’t forget it was there. Elias wrapped the free end of the attached leash around his hand forcing Jon to sit up, despite his complaints, or choke himself.

If Jon hadn’t been completely out of his head he could have easily snapped the collar, but instead he let himself be manipulated. Elias tugged again using the leash to force him to his feet, leading him to the other side of the desk. It was difficult for his shaky legs but he only had to stand briefly supported by his sire before he was allowed collapse back to his knees at Elias’s feet.

“Be a good little fledgling now,” Jon instinctively bared his fangs as Elias produced yet another object, a familiar mix of metal and leather, his muzzle, snapping at him as Elias brought it toward his face. Elias’s response was swift, a sharp slap across Jon’s cheek, only Elias’s grip on the leash keeping him upright as he cried out. Full of fresh blood his cheek started to purple already where his hand had made contact, tears of pain welling up tinged bright red, leaving thin streaks through the mess on his face. Trembling and not wanting to be hit again, Jon kept his mouth closed as Elias gently rubbed away the remainder of his excess from his face and neck, before fastening the muzzle over his mouth. “I do hate to have to take a firm hand with you, can’t you just be more lovely?”

Jon whined scrabbling at the muzzle, stopping only when Elias yanked his leash, constricting his throat briefly. If he had been thinking straight, his brain not flooded, he could easily get it off as Elias hadn’t locked it yet, but those thoughts weren’t understandable floating about in his brain, unconnected. So he let the fight drain out of him, leaning against Elias’s leg like the dog he was treating him as.

“Wonderful, now I shouldn’t reward your bad behavior,” Elias pulled Jon’s chair forward to settle on it so he didn’t have to lean down quite so far to reach the rest of his fledgling. Luckily the spray of gore had mostly been confined to the opposite side to the desk, so the chair was clean. “But you’re so adorable like this, I could do anything to you.”

“First though let’s get you out of those filthy clothes,” Jon couldn’t object, the muzzle made speech difficult and his current state made it impossible, and besides the blood had started to dry leaving the cloth stiff and uncomfortable. It was all too easy to let Elias strip his shirt off, tearing the fabric so he didn’t have to remove his leash. Elias tossed the shirt aside, reaching down to gently fondle his now bare chest, making Jon moan.

“Now pet get up on the desk for me,” Jon whined as Elias stopped groping him, wanting to continue to feel good hurried to obey the order. All fight seemingly gone now, along with any complicated thoughts, he leaned over the desk, only to whimper as the hard wood pressed against his still distended abdomen. Elias seemingly exasperated at Jon’s inability to think grabbed onto his hips pulling him back so only his chest was braced against the bloody wood.

“You really are such a stupid little thing when you get like this, barely more than an animal.” Jon didn’t really get to object as Elias leaned over him pressing against his back, a brief pressure was all the warning he had before fangs slid into his neck. The bite was precise and careful, not the bloody mess that he had left his victims neck. Jon groaned as Elias suckled at his neck, his thoughts already fractured and small, were now completely overwhelmed, leaving him pliant and limp.

“Good boy, relax,” Elias lapped at the blood until little the puncture wounds closed up again, Jon shivering with pleasure as he did so. Jon was easily stripped of the remainder of his clothing, now a completely docile pet, like his brains had been scooped out his head left empty. Preparation was short and hardly needed, apparently gorging himself and being fed on in turn had left Jon quite soaked, Elias easily pressing three fingers inside making his fledgling moan loudly.

“Greedy little thing, always wanting more,” Jon wasn’t listening trying to arch his hips back, wailing as Elias instead withdrew his fingers. He tried to arch his back more, begging without words for Elias to please touch him. Luckily for him, and his currently absent sense of dignity, Elias wasn’t patient enough to torture him by making him wait any longer than it took to free his cock from his trousers and press against his cunt. A rough thrust had Jon sliding forward on the desk his tits rubbing against the hard wood, making him keen.

“Sorry pet,” Elias did not sound even a little bit sorry, as he set a brutal pace. Jon couldn’t do much more than grip the desk as he was used like a toy. The worst part was Elias was hitting that spot inside that made his sees star’s every time he thrust in, pushing him over the edge quickly as he came. His legs went limp now held up only by the desk and the cock buried inside him. Still Elias didn’t stop continuing to batter that same spot until he had been pushed past pleasure into overstimulation.

“You feel so good, such a good boy.” Jon didn’t respond to the words, he truly couldn’t think, only able to ride the waves that crashed through him. It was almost painful especially where his chest rubbed against the rough wood. It was overwhelming, it was too much, and he was losing his mind as Elias seemed to somehow speed up. “A good little greedy hole for me always wanting more.”

Finally as blackness was starting to slide into the edge of his vision as he was used Elias thrust deeply and stilled. Yanking Jon backwards as he pulled his leash taught burying his fangs into Jon’s shoulder, half-choking him as he came inside him. Jon would normally feel mortification to hear the obscene sounds as he was filled, but his thoughts had long ago dribbled out his ears. Leaving him just a pliant little thing, thoughts small and far away.

As Elias pulled away leaving him spread out on his desk Jon could feel cum trickling down his leg, almost a twin sensation to the blood dripping from the bite on his shoulder. Though after a moment he felt something pressing against him again, he whined, unable to remember the words for no more, but the plug was pressed in despite his objections lodging firmly inside him.

“Wouldn’t want to make even more of a mess would we?” With only a little whining Jon let himself be lifted off the desk into Elias’s arms, the other vampire easily lifting him like a kitten. Slotting his muzzled covered face against his shoulder, Jon practically burrowed against him seeking comfort from his sire after feeling so overwhelmed, even if it had been mostly Elias fault.