Another manip of Armand the Vampire. This one was done in PSP, I'm still learning the program. The model is Kian Mitchum.
The story is as follows.....
Kiev, Russia, it was my home once and in those times I was known as the boy Andrei, the painter of the Ikons, the fool for God. I would have resigned myself to the dirt, been buried alive amongst my brethren monks in an underground tomb, but my Father saw the shame in it. The waste of an amazing talent, the Ikons, not made by human hands. At that time I believed my life to be guided by the hand of God and perhaps it truly was for here I sit, nearly 550 years later telling you my story.
I was kidnapped from those lands, from the endless fields of blowing yellow grasses and bitter harsh winters, and brought to Constantinople by ship to be sold into slavery. There is little I remember of this time because of the suffering, the trauma, I had even forgotten how to speak. It's amazing the internal protective mechanisms that the mind can create, short term memory loss. I became the laughing boy and even smallest amount of abuse could be hilarious. I remember being knocked senseless, my ear practically bleeding, what was so funny?
I was sold into the brothels, destined to be the sex slave of any man who had enough coin, but even the kisses and attention from the other boys could not rouse me to my senses. He however, must have taken pity on me or perhaps it was my beauty that beguiled him but Marius De Romanus had rescued me from my ill fate. He purchased me, brought me to his home in Venice, bathed me, fed me and clothed me and I was then given a new name, Amadeo (he who loves God). He loved me both physically and completely but there were times I resented that love. Denied it.
He had been good to me but I had been horrible to him, seeking out other lovers behind his back. It's silly but I thought that it was what he wanted. He told me I would leave him one day, he assured me of it and he sent me to the brothels where I indulged in nights of pleasure with both boys and women. It was there that I learned my skills, learned that pleasure and pain walked on such a thin line and crossing it could lead to ecstasy.
It was the want of these pleasures that caused my own demise. Bianca was safe, true, and I will never forget making love to her but it was in the poisoned snare of an English madman that I met with my death. I was a foolish child. Everyone had wanted me and I delighted in their desires. I teased them. I gave them a taste of what I was and left them craving for more. Such was the case with this man.
Shall I leave you wanting more? Shall I tease you and make you desirous? I think that I should and I shall continue this later.