I've never been great at parties, the food table is my general loitering spot, while others dance and talk with others I just awkwardly stand around not really knowing what to do and wandering how people even start a conversation with strangers. A few people have said hello and commented on my costume, not that they knew what it was, most people hadn't seen the show.

I'd come here with a friend but they disappeared a while ago with a woman in an outfit that must have made her very cold in this weather and left little to the imagination.

"Hello, I like your costume, I haven't seen that show in quite a while." I look up from my paper plate with my third helping of food in surprise, someone was talking to me? Someone in a classic looking vampire costume, someone with a pale yet charming face.

"Thanks... no one else seems to know who I am meant to be. I like your costume, very classic." He smiles revealing very realistic looking fangs.

"How's the food?" He gestures slightly awkwardly at my plate.

"Sorry, I don't really get much, I never know what to say at these sort of things." I smile reassuringly in response, it feels good to know that I'm not the only one.

"That's alright I never do either, you've already done better than me." He looks around as if scanning the room.

"Did you come here with someone?"

"Yeah but he found someone else, I have no idea where he is, which is slightly worrying as he's my lift home. I hope he hasn't left with anyone, although that's probably what you're supposed to do at these parties..." my mind drifts off and the rest of the room seems to fade into background noise, distracted by his deep, dark, mesmerising eyes, like a deep void but also shining like gems.

"Well if they've been a fool and left you then why don't you leave with me? We could go somewhere less busy and loud." Part of me deep in the back of my mind thinks it's not a good idea, I don't even know his name but there's just something about him that is irresistible.

"Sure." Is all I can manage to say. He holds out his hand and without thinking I take it and follow him as he gently pulls me through the house and outside to his car. He opens the front passenger door to the old car and gestures for me to get in. Smiling I obey and climb in.

As we drive through the night the roads are dark and empty, it must be later than I thought, I wonder if my friend is looking for me, I should probably message him.

"Damn no signal."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just thought I'd let my friend know that I'd left, I'm worried that he'd be looking for me." His head turned and I see his dark eyes reflecting the moonlight and feel more relaxed and comfortable in my seat.

"Don't worry, relax, I'm sure he will understand." As he turns back to the road I rest calmly, somehow his words reassure me and I stop worrying and peacefully watch the trees as their branches pass across the full moon, as we head farther away from the city.

The car stops and I awake, not from a sleep but I must have zoned out or came out of a trance or something, cause I have no idea where we are or how we got here or how long it has been. The moon seems higher in the sky and the air is colder, the surrounding area seems quiet, with none of the background noise of roads or people. Where am I? In the distance I see what looks like a small mansion.

"Come." The stranger who I'd left the party with gets out the car. Coming to my senses slightly I begin to panic, I left with a complete stranger, no one knows I left and I'm now in some isolated area with them on my own. I pull out my phone, still no signal. I jump slightly as my door is opened but quickly calm as I see his eyes, why am I so worried? I get out of the car and allow him to walk me to the door. It opens and a similarly pale elderly gentleman holds it open.

"Welcome back master." Without a word he guides me inside.

"Prepare some refreshments for our guest." The elderly man bows slightly and leaves.

"Who's he? Do you have a butler?"

"Yes, he's been here since I was young. Come." He leads me into an old fashioned living room, complete with a fireplace, leather chairs and huge bookcases. Sitting down I startle slightly as the elderly butler suddenly appeared next to me with drinks, I turn to thank him but he had already gone, it might just be that it's Halloween but it freaks me out slightly.

My thoughts are suddenly erased from my mind as my head is taken in cold hands and turned towards those dark eyes, immediately I'm lost in their void as his face moves closer towards me, his expression almost like hunger. As his lips touch mine my mind is overwhelmed with lust and warmth, anybfear or concern is washed away, as we part I can't help but want more and I feel his hand on my shoulder as he stands, his other hand undoing his belt. At the sight of his cock I'm fixated on it and can't look away, I move forwards, guided slightly by the gentle push of his hand still resting on my shoulder, I slide down onto my knees. I playfully stroke his cock, my mind ignoring the fact that it was cold, something that should be sounding alarm bells in my head but I don't care, I just want him. I slide my open mouth over his now hard cock and begin to hungrily suck and lick, desperate to taste him. I'm soon rewarded as his cum fills my mouth, I'd never swallowed before, I find the taste disgusting but something was different this time, it was intoxicating and I swallow it down as if I couldn't get enough, like an addict needing their fix. Not understanding what has come over me I lick and suck his cock clean, trying to get every drop. I pull away from him as my head starts to get dizzy, something feels wrong, the room begins to darken as a burning pain spreads across my body, as if my blood was on fire, my lungs feel heavy and weak as if no longer working and i startbto shiver as if I'm freezing cold. I look up at the stranger I'd just sucked off as he calmly looks down at me smiling.

"Relax." That word echos in my mind as the room continues to darken and I lose consciousness.

I awaken in darkness but strangely I can see clearly, looking around I see that I'm in some sort of dungeon. Suddenly I feel a cold draft of air against my body and look down to see that I am naked, except for a heavy metal collar chained to the wall and a strange metal device around my cock. I reach up and feel around the metal collar and pull on the lock but it remains sturdy and tight around my throat. They must have put something in the drink, why did I leave the party woth a complete stranger? In a panic I pull on the chain attached to my collar but it is firmly attached to the wall. Calming down slightly my hand brushes against my arm and my flesh feels cold, looking at my body it looks pale like my captures, what does this mean?

The room echos with the squeak of a heavy door opening and the man from the party enters, still dress in his vampire costume, although worryingly I'm starting to think that it might not be a costume.

"Good you're awake. I would have been upset if you'd not survived the transformation. When I saw you at the party and how pathetically adorable you were, unable to even start a conversation, I just had to have you. Plus a doubt anyone will notice you're missing." Transformation? Then the reality of the situation finally dawns on me.

"Am... am I... a vampire?" I back into the wall as he steps closer.

"No, you have to be bitten to become a vampire, I made you something else. A vampires cum has unique properties, mainly it grants those who consume it eternal youth, somewhat like a vampire, you can no longer go out in sunlight I'm afraid or touch crosses or eat garlic or enter places uninvited, so on and so on, but the effects aren't forever and require additional feeding. But it also creates an addiction and eternal hunger for more, one which can only be satiated by consuming more of my cum or by cumming yourself, which is why I have taken precautions until you learn to control yourself, once trained you will be free to roam the masion, although the chastity device will stay on, I want your only source of relief to come from me and so will the collar." As I take all this in my mind can't help but think about his cock, my own painfully presses against its apparently permanent prison as I my eyes can't help but fixate on his crotch. If it weren't for the chain attached to the collar around my neck I'd drive at him and pull out his cock. What was happening to me? I must try to fight it.

"I can see that the hunger is already taking hold, you need to feed don't you?" I struggle with my thoughts, I try to fight it but I need it so bad, the desire clouds my mind and pushes all other thoughts out, making it hard to concentrate on anything else and think clearly.

"Yes... I need to feed."

"Ask nicely, say please feed me master." I try to fight to urge to respond, he's not my master, I'm not his sex slave or pet to train, but I also desperately need his cum, I feel like someone who hasn't had food or water in days, I can't fight it any longer.

"Please feed me master, please give me your cock." At this he pulls out his cock and without thinking I quickly dive towards it, only to be pulled back and choked by my collar.

"Calm down my pet. Kneel." Mesmerised by his cock the words barely register and having lost all ability to control myself I immediately do as I'm told.

"Good boy, here's your reward." At this he walks forward and allows me to hungrily suck on his cock, sealing my fate as his immortal cum addicted pet prisoner forever.

Epilogue:

In the shadows of the dark mansion roams a naked thin creature, its only clothing being a heavy metal collar, its heavy chain leash dragging loudly underneath it as it crawls and wonders the halls, and its chastity cage which constantly drips from its overfilled balls, leaving a faint trail behind it. With pale skin and cold flesh, its eyes almost glazed over barely aware if its surroundings, its body shaking and shivering, its mind lost in constant lust, desire and need for its master's cock and its delicious cum. Its name and past life long forgotten, the only thoughts and desires are of its master, which it serves obediently in hope of feeding.

The creature barely speaks, normally only being able to form grunts and moans, unable to think clearly enough to say anything, if it does manage to stutter out words from its chattering teeth, it's always

"Please feed me master."

When good it sleeps with its master, when bad and has lost control it is locked way in the dungeon frantically pulling on its chains like an animal until it tires.

No one who finds this sad creature would ever know or think that it was ever a normal human once, a long time ago.