The First Drain

Vane's hand closes around Marcus's arm, guiding him out of the bedroom and down a guarded hallway to a cold, white-tiled room with a steel table and a glass vial on a tray. Vane positions Marcus against the table, his chest pressed to the cold metal, and straps his wrists into leather cuffs. 'Your first duty,' Vane says, his voice low, as a machine hums to life and a cold ring slides over Marcus's caged cock. Marcus feels the suction begin, a strange, pulling warmth that makes his thighs tremble, and Vane's hand rests on his back, possessive, as the vial slowly fills.