He started down another hall but this didn't feel right. Somehow he'd made a wrong turn. He should've been back to the stairwell by now. How long before someone found him? He could wander about and never find his way out. Without windows or ways to determine direction, he couldn't get his bearings. He never did like asking for directions, but in this case, he'd make an exception.

Panic set in. "Hey, can anyone hear me?" Let Tac find him and discover he'd snooped. How else was he going to find out about him? How else would he discover what had really happened to Seth? How else will I get the hell out of here? He pounded on a door. He jogged a few paces down the hall. This was like a bad horror movie.

Voices sounded up ahead. At least the sound echoing off the walls seemed nearby. He slowed his steps and tamped down the anxiety surging through his system. He'd simply lost direction. "Is someone there?" Light spilled from an open doorway. "Tac?"

He approached, his feet feeling like anvils. A low moan rolled from the room. The pleasure-filled sound flirted with his fear, morphing into arousal. Slurping sounds of kissing--mouth on mouth or mouth on cock? Drawn to the sound, Vance, staying in the shadow of the hall, peered into the room.

He gasped and flattened himself against the wall. Fear, so acute, cut like a knife into his psyche. He stared, unable to turn away. There were three men engaged in sex inside the room. One-inch, black tethers strapped one man to a bondage chair. Restraints anchored his ankles, wrists and biceps. His eyes were closed and his mouth gaped open, moaning as he writhed in pleasure. Taut muscles carved his fit form. Another naked man knelt on the floor between his wide-spread thighs. He licked, sucked and stroked the bound man's erect shaft. His scrotum and the base of his cock were shaved smooth.

Vance was held mesmerized. A third man was positioned behind the chair. He leaned forward, his pale lips sliding over the man's neck. His tongue flicked against his clean-shaven face. In fact, the man in the chair was shaved everywhere. Aside from the cap of unruly black curls on his head, he was hairless.

After watching men upstairs, especially in the Pit, he would've thought he'd grown accustomed to seeing men pleasure each other. He hadn't. Seeing the bound man sucked and fondled sent heat into Vance's swelling shaft. He shamelessly watched, waiting, anticipating penetration as if he were the one about to be mounted. His ass clenched.

The man standing behind the chair lifted his head, and across the span of the room and hall, their gazes locked. Dizziness clouded his mind. Vance mentally shrank back from the scene in the room. It felt as if his stomach swooped then ricocheted higher and lodged in his throat. Vance swallowed hard, the sound an audible gulp.

A slow smile curled the man's lecherous lips. Two long fangs lengthened, protruding from his gums. The moment shattered into unbelievable pieces. The fanged man's eyes narrowed then he bent over the man in the chair and bit. His teeth clamped hard into his neck, slipping into the skin then piercing deep. Blood bubbled to the surface. Red coated the sharp teeth and trickled from the corner of his mouth. The seated man cried out.

"Oh my god." Vance sagged against the wall, still unable to turn away from the macabre, yet disturbingly arousing sight. The third man, kneeling on the floor, parted his lips. Fangs glinted in the dim lighting. He growled then punctured the thick vein running the underside of the bound man's shaft with his incisors. The teeth were long and looked as sharp as needles. Convulsions overtook the seated man's body. He jerked hard. Vance would assume from pain but he moaned and cum shot from the slit in his cock head. Contractions continued to rack his hairless body.

Hypnotized by the encounter, Vance couldn't believe his eyes. The men had bitten him! Now they drank his blood. They were fiends, spawns of the devil--jeezus, goddamn vampires! Blood smeared their lips and dripped from their chins. Finally, the man in the chair shuddered then went limp.

Vance swallowed hard. Vampires? Impossible. Pressure tightened his throat. Vampires? He shook his head and squeezed his eyes tightly. When he opened them, the mirage before him hadn't changed. The vampire on his knees had risen, released the seated man's ankles then lifted his legs to his shoulders and thrust his ruddy cock deep into his rectum. He fucked him hard, with full, measured strokes. The man behind him continued to gorge on blood. Intense fire lit his eyes as he stared at Vance, holding him hostage with a look and keeping him rooted to the spot in the hall.

Bile churned in Vance's stomach yet his cock still throbbed. He gripped the wall behind him, his nails clawing into the cinderblock. What the fuck was this place?