Night of the Nymphocytes: Ch. 1 (Sneak Peek)

The Masked Twink awakes to find himself in a strange apocalyptic city with no memory of how he got there. He is trapped in this ravaged city overrun by mutant monsters with a lecherous appetite for lust and brutal savagery. He eventually finds and teams up with a group of militant survivors who appear to be just as lost and confused as he regarding how they got there. Together they must fight to survive as they search for answers and a way to escape, but the truth may just be stranger than the warped reality they now find themselves in. (WARNING!! Story contains graphic descriptions of sexual assault and gore)

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The Beginning of a Long Weird Night

Gregory Hanes, the Masked Twink, awakes late in the dead of the night. His mind is all a blur; try though he may he cannot recall the last 24 hours...in fact, it takes him several minutes to even remember his own name, and the strangeness only continues on from there for he soon realizes that the bed he's laying in is not his own! Greg gets up only to find that he's not even in his own apartment! After feeling himself up and looking down, he also finds that the only thing he is wearing on his body is his signature mask and a black and red pleather jockstrap (an article of clothing he doesn't remember buying, but certainly not far removed from his particular taste). 

Greg walks to the only window in the room and peers outside. The sight which meets his eyes is a rundown city which lays ransacked and ruined.

"Holy Fuck! How the hell did I end up in Detroit?!" he shouts in disbelief.

There are naked half-eaten bodies strewn all about the streets and blood stains nearly every inch of brick and pavement for blocks. Suddenly from out of an alleyway not far down the street, a frightened young man wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a torn shirt comes bolting down the street. The unfortunate fellow is being chased by a pack of savage blood-drenched humanoids who race after him with rabid snarls bellowing from their bloodied mouths.

"For The Love of God, Somebody Help Me!!" the man screams.

The Masked Twink looks on completely stupefied; he can't believe his eyes! It is like a scene out of a cheesy B-Movie! The man is being run down by a pack of flesh-hungry zombies.

"ZOMBIES!!" Greg shouts in fear. "Naked...Zombies?!" he utters again, but with an understandable hint of confusion riddling his voice. 

Sure enough they were zombies, and to make matters even more surreal, the undead horde appeared to be all-nude males; hot chiseled Adonises with well-toned bodies and dashing good-looks...for being a horde blood-soaked walking corpses that is. As Greg watches them run he feels his emotions become strangely conflicted. He is gripped by the feeling of utter terror, but at the same time finds himself grossly aroused by the sight of their pale flaccid cocks flopping freely between their legs as they dash down the moonlit street like a pack of ravenous dogs. Gregory's penis begins to swell at the sight despite his apparent horror. Back down on the city street below, the running man's doom is quickly sealed when he trips over a dead body in the street and falls to the ground right in front of the apartment building. The zombie pack then swoops in for the kill almost immediately. What follows is a truly gruesome scene.

The undead corpses do not instantly start biting and tearing at the young man's flesh as one might expect; instead the first thing they rip apart are his tattered clothing. Within seconds, the young man is completely naked laying in the blood-rinsed streets surrounded by a swarm of drooling naked zombie men. Before any more can be said or done, before another thought can even be thought, the monster men tear into the young man...With Their Cocks! One after another the zombies enter the two major orifices of the man's trembling nubile body. Not even five minutes have passed before the young man's anus is completely destroyed by the endless procession of rock-hard rods violently slamming in through his back door. The man wants to cry out, but his screams are muffled by the equally aggressive violation of his oral cavity and throat. A terrible mix of sweat, drool, precum, and blood flow from his aggravated "love-holes". Greg stands petrified and helpless as he continues to watch the brutal gang-bang unfold.

As horrid as it all has looked so far, the arcane depravity is far from done. Those zombies who are not busy slamming their pale blue cocks deep inside of the young man's ass and throat, have been engrossed with the rest of his body; lapping at his abs, arms, neck, pecs, pits, and penis. They seem entranced and addicted to the taste of his sweat-drenched flesh, but then suddenly a terrible wail rings out through the air. The zombies at last have started eating. They sink their teeth deep into the man's skin; chewing and nibbling at him like rats devouring a hunk of cheese. Blood sprays everywhere! With every bite there comes a squirt of hot crimson spray rising into the air accompanied by the blood-curdling screams of the doomed youth. The zombies show no mercy as they gorge themselves on his tender young flesh. Never was a more animalistic sight witnessed by human eyes.

After what seems like an eternity, the screaming subsides leaving only the sickening sound of gruesome grunting and fresh flesh tearing to fill the warm night air. Greg feels as though he might just vomit, but he cannot turn his eyes away from the scene. It is a bizarre unyielding curiosity which compels him to persist his vigil. Finally after almost forty minutes of brutal rape and savage cannibalism, the humanoid creatures rise to their feet looking down upon the ravaged remains of the poor young man. They then do something far stranger and oddly more depraved than all which had already transpired. Much to Gregory's further shock and horror, the blood-drenched monsters begin vigorously stroking their throbbing dicks over what remains of the young man they devoured. It's at this moment that Greg takes full notice of the zombies glowing testicles. They appear to be pulsating; emitting a low gleam. Before Greg merely thought the red coloration of their ballsacks was just coats of blood from their previous feasts, but now it would appear that there is some internal biology at work behind their abnormal hue. It is not long before the zombie's blow their collective loads all over the remains of their young victim. The natural color of a man's semen is anywhere from a cloudy white to a translucent film, but from the bellend of these creatures is ejected instead a thick pink ooze which instantly begins to sizzle upon contact with the bloody flesh of what was once a human being.

Several more times the zombie men repeat this depraved act; cumming continuously for ten minutes straight; leaving the Masked Twink awestruck by their inhuman virility. It is not long before the ravaged remains are completely covered in the zombies' sizzling pink semen. It's then that the semen starts to foam and expand completely filling up all the gaps, tears, and missing pieces of the young man's body. Before long it is almost as though no harm had ever come to the youth's once-mangled form. The body had been reformed by the strange pink substance; even better than before! It was far more robust and toned; as toned as the monsters which had, only moments before, been feasting on it like a leg of lamb. The pink splooge then changes color, becoming pale blue like the monsters standing around it. To Greg's bewildering horror, the corpse then rises from the ground; alive once more, but no longer human. The young man's consciousness is gone. All that remains is a shell with a hollow mind. It is now the exact same as the zombie creatures that sired it. A creature driven by carnal desire...a mutation governed by a lust for flesh...an undead predator with a need to satisfy its hunger for blood and copulation; a raping zombie...a rapist zombie...NO! A "Raper Zombie"!

"My God!" Gregory gasps in disbelief.

A noise then echoes from one of the nearby alleyways. The sound causes the zombies to spring into crazed pursuit. As they disappear down the alley, the sound of frightened screams can be heard over the din of growls and vicious flesh-hungry snarls. Gregory finally turns away from the window. He can bear no more of the nightmarish scene which he has awaken to, but the nightmare is far from over.   

Greg suddenly turns to the sound of a gruesome snarl, and there standing at the doorway to the room is another "Raper" leering at him with a hungry glare. Like the others, this undead man is a total knockout stud; lean and well-toned with the body of a pornstar. He'd be the complete alluring package...if it wasn't for the pale-blue skin and pitch-black eyes. The zombie is covered from head to toe with splotches of blood, and not a stitch of clothing hangs from his muscular skyclad body. Gregory's eyes almost immediately zero in on the monster man's fully engorged sizable member; leaking profusely with that sizzling hot-pink fluid. The creature's massive balls are aglow with an ember-like crimson; faintly illuminating the darkness of the room like a low-burning candle.

"Ah, Shit!" the Masked Twink says as he feels his heart start to race.

With hardly a pause or moment for thought, the Raper lunges forward slamming its full weight against Gregory's chest pushing him backward onto the bed. The Masked Twink struggles to try and push the big brute off him, but the undead monster is too strong for his featherweight body to resist.

"Get The Fuck Off, You Big Bloody Bitch!" Greg shouts in vain.

Laying on his back and held down by the weight of his monstrous attacker, the Masked Twink is completely vulnerable and ripe for the taking. The pleather jockstrap he wears offers no protection against the zombie man's throbbing monster cock, and before long a deep pain resonates throughout Greg's body as the beastly creature enters his tight quivering anus with the force of a plunging knife. The creature wastes no time getting into a vigorous groove; violently slamming its enormous cock in and out of Gregory's tender young hole. The bed shakes as though there were an earthquake, and with every devastating pelvic plunge all the air is forcefully expelled from Gregory's lungs as his abdomen contracts releasing a deep heavy grunt. It is not long before this causes Greg to quickly grow light-headed. The more the creature uses the Masked Twink's hole to satisfy its carnal cravings, the more the pain washes over Greg deepening the rabbit hole of nightmares that he has found himself in.

"Oh God! Please Stop!!" the Masked Twink cries out pitifully.

But of course the creature does not stop; instead it only begins thrusting faster and harder. The pain is immense and causes Greg's eyes to roll back up inside of his head. It seems he is on the verge of slipping into a traumatic shock, and then suddenly another sensation takes hold of Gregory's mind. A tingling, burning pain begins to build up in the young model's rectum. It's around now that Greg also notices the zombie's rhythm steadily slowing. The monster has cum inside of him, and the hot pink splooge has begun to burn the interior of his anal cavity.

"Oh, Fuck! It Burns Like Fuckin' Acid!! AAAUGGHH!! AAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!!!" Gregory thinks to himself as he whimpers and finally cries out in agony. "Oh God! It Feels Like I'm Going To Die!!!"

Little did Greg know how right he was, for not even a second after pulling out of him, the zombie lunges down and sinks its teeth deep into his tender neck.

"AAAUUUGGGHHH!! NO!!!" Greg screams in a deafening tone.

Red hot blood squirts everywhere! The Masked Twink can feel his own life's blood pouring out from the wound and all down his neck and chest. Squirts of blood splash forth covering his face and blinding him as it flies into his eyes. Greg fights and struggles with all his might, but the perverse cannibal is still too strong for him. More and more, deeper and harder Gregory feels the monster gnaw at his neck. In time, his screams are eventually silenced by the zombie man's teeth tearing away at his windpipe. All that's left are thoughts of agony and fear as all the life slowly exits the young model's body. No more does he scream. No more does he flail about fighting for dear life. Now he merely lies there--a picture of compliance. He makes no fuss as the lustful undead helps itself to his sweet tender flesh. He's now just a pitiful meat puppet content to serve. Oh, The Irony! The Masked Twink always prided himself on being the satisfaction of men's most primal desires, but this is perhaps not quite what he had in mind.

All is a still eerie darkness, but then there comes a bright flash, and Gregory suddenly snaps awake to find himself in the exact same bed in the exact same strange apartment in the exact same nightmare he awoke to before.

"What The Hell Is Going On Here?!" Greg frightfully yells.

Very slowly the Masked Twink cautiously rises from the bed. He checks himself out; patting himself down and feeling his neck. He is no worse for wear. There's no gaping wounds or dripping blood. He feels no mind-numbing pain; only the terrible memory of what had befallen him only moments before. Greg slowly backs away from the bed quivering in fear as he looks down at it wondering if it had all been a dream or if he was losing his mind, and amidst this all...he still didn't have a clue of where he was, and then all of a sudden Greg hears a familiar cry.

"For The Love of God, Somebody Help Me!!"

The Masked Twink's heart sinks as he rushes to the window. Outside he sees the same young man running frantically to escape the same lust-hungry horde of zombie men out to violate and devour him. Greg can hardly believe his eyes; the whole scene was playing out all over again! Was this all just a terrible dream? Had he somehow died and now was trapped in Hell? Greg's mind was racing at the speed of runaway train. Nothing about this was making any sense!

"Help Me!" the young man screams as the Rapers begin closing in.

"Watch Out!!" Greg shouts; trying to warn the man not to trip over the lifeless body sprawled across the street...but it was too late.

The young man trips and falls and the same horrid sight that Greg witness before affronts his eyes once more. The zombies descend upon the man and proceed to aggressively strip and violate him like a pack of wild beasts. The man's pitiful screams are deafening, but this time the Masked Twink does not wait around to see the end; instead he turns and bolts out of the room like a bat out of Hell. Gregory runs through the apartment in search of the door leading out, but before he manages to reach it, a familiar figure rushes out from the kitchen cutting him off. The same robust zombie that previously violated and devoured him in his "dream" slams into him again; this time throwing him up against the wall. Just as before, Gregory tries to push the monster off, but the result is the same as it was, for his lightweight strength is still too little against the ravenous force of his primal attacker. The zombie suddenly reaches down and takes a violent hold of Gregory's bulge gripping it with such force as if to squeeze juice from an orange. 

The Masked Twink buckles from the pain and cries out in a gasping whimper before the beastly humanoid abruptly picks him up by his armpits and heaves him across the room. The twink lands against the couch. He is greatly winded from the violent assault on his balls, and while there is no permanent damage done, the pain is still enough to make picking himself up difficult. Try though he does to pull himself to his feet and flee for the door, Gregory is too slow and his undead attacker is once again on top of him. It is trying to spread his legs to expose his hole for entry, but Greg fights fiercely to avoid a repeat of the terrible ordeal he endured before. He looks to his right to see a large ornate lamp sitting on the table beside the couch, and just as the zombie grabs a handful of his crotch to cop another painful feel, the Masked Twink lunges over taking hold of the lamp which he then uses to brain the monster rapist across the skull. This seems to work as it momentarily stuns the zombie long enough for Greg to shove it backward where it then trips over an overturned table and lands flat on its back.

The Masked Twink wastes no time jumping up from the couch and takes off out the apartment door with the zombie soon following in a demented pursuit. Greg runs down the hallway which is a straight shot toward a flight of stairs leading down to the ground floor. As he runs down the hall, several more zombies emerge from the adjacent rooms to join the first zombie in this nightmarish chase. Greg hits the stairs and starts running down them as fast as he can, but he is horrified when he looks down to see that he is cut off as a pack of several more undead begin rushing up the stairs toward him. Looking back over his shoulder, Greg realizes he's surrounded as the ones that were following him begin descending the stairs after him. In a moment of pure desperation, Gregory leaps from the middle of the stairs down to the bottom nearly two floors below. 

"SHIT!!" He cries as he feels himself plummet down.

There was no way he was going to get out of this unscathed, but Greg thought he'd at least have a slim shot of hobbling away if he landed just right...he had no idea how wrong he was.

Greg's featherweight body hits the floor with a thud, but instead of merely breaking several bones, the floor underneath him gives way sending him careening into the cold dark basement below. There in the dank underground beneath the dilapidated building the Masked Twink's body lies battered and bloodied. He has broken a leg, an arm, and multiple ribs in addition to fracturing his collar bone. It hurts him greatly to try and move, but despite the pain Gregory knows that he cannot just lie there for he hears the horde coming. Straining every muscle to move his broken body, Greg attempts to crawl away, but it is not long before he finds himself surrounded.

"NO! Stay Back!!" Greg cries amidst frantic breaths, but as to be expected the mindless creatures do not obey.

Instead they reach down and heave him up from the floor, no care or compassion given for the grievous nature of his injuries. They tear the pleather jockstrap from his lean limber body freeing his cock and balls to the open air and lay into him without hesitation.

"NOOO!! STTTOOPPP!!!" the Masked Twink tearfully wails.

Even if he was in perfect health, he would not have been able to fight off the horde, but in his broken state, Greg can do nothing but let it happen as the creatures plunge their pulsing members deep into his orifices with savage abandon. There is hardly a second, during the next thirty minutes, when Greg does not feel the overwhelming sensation of warm thick cocks being plunged in and out of his mouth and anus; while the other zombies wait their turns lapping at and sucking on his nipples, pits, abs, and genitals. Were it not for the pain and fear, Gregory probably would be in a state of euphoria (as he had never been the type to shy away from an orgy), but all of this was too much even for him. Eventually Greg is lifted up to his feet in a headlock as the zombies continue to lick and suck at his nipples, pecs, abs, cock, and balls. He can do nothing but stand there pitifully struggling as the zombie that restrains him in the choke-hold sticks its tongue in his ear and vigorously fingers his hole like it was searching for lost change. 

Between the pain and the stimulation, Gregory feels like he is going to pass out until another sharp pain sends a shock shooting all throughout his body. One of the zombies has clamped its teeth down on his right testicle and soon all the others start gnawing and chewing on any body part they can get at.

"AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!!!" Greg screams at a deafening volume until blood and bile begins bubbling up out of his throat and past his lips.

Even the zombie that had been holding him in the headlock starts to sink its teeth deep into Greg's neck before violently biting off his ear. Greg can feel his genitals being devoured in their entirety until only a bloody chasm is left where his manhood once dangled. The savagery continues until the lower half of his body is stripped almost all the way to the bone, and the zombies slowly move upward into his abs. Just as the zombie holding him in the half-nelson takes another deep bite out of his shoulder, Gregory slips into a cold blackness only to awaken once again---back in the strange bedroom upstairs.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!!!" Greg shouts; panting heavily with his body steeped in sweat.   

The sound of a young man's screams and inhuman growling soon emanate from the street outside the window yet again, but this time Greg does not get up from the bed. Instead he sits atop the sheets moaning and hyperventilating from the shock and terror of all he has endured. He must have sat there, in that frantic state, for a good fifteen minutes steadily losing his mind more and more as the screams and snarls from outside echoed through his head. Even covering his ears did not the stop the horrific sounds from tearing through his very soul. After awhile of this, Greg cannot take it anymore and he lets out with his own horrified scream...but this proves to be a mistake. 

In an instant, Greg hears the sound of thumping footsteps moving hard and fast in his direction. He soon looks up to see the same frightful figure from before looming in the door. The zombie growls and snarls as it races toward the bed, but Greg is quick to react and leaps up over the beast as it lunges down at where he was. Once Greg's feet hit the floor he takes off without looking back, racing toward the apartment door and out into the hallway. However Greg soon finds that his way is blocked by a swarm of other zombies lurching toward him. 

Upon seeing him emerge from the room, the zombie horde pick up speed and begin bounding toward him like rabid dogs. Greg has no choice but to run in the direction opposite of the stairs. He looks up to see a door at the end of the hall marked "Roof Access". Greg bursts through the door and slams it shut. Luckily, there are no zombies beyond the door to mar his path as he rushes up the flight of stairs toward the roof. Back behind him, he can hear the swarm bust open the door which motivates him to run even faster toward the top. Once Greg is there he flings open the doors to the roof and slams them hard behind him. There is no lock on the doors that Greg can see, so he makes do with a long thick piece of rebar that he finds conveniently placed just a few feet away, and his timing couldn't be any more is impeccable for almost as soon as he sticks the rebar in place the mass of zombies slam against the other side of the doors throwing the Masked Twink back on his ass.

Fortunately for the Twink, the rebar holds the doors shut as the zombies clamor, claw, and shove to try and break through. Greg can tell however that the rebar will not hold them for very long, so he quickly tries to find a way to get down off of the roof, but his luck seems to have run out after he discovers that there is no ladder or fire escape he can use to get down. The best that he can find is a patio balcony on the side of the adjacent building. With the horde of zombie rapists about to break through, Greg sees no other alternative. He gives himself a long running-start before leaping across the gap in the desperate hope of catching the railing of the balcony, and in a pure stroke of luck Gregory manages to do just that. The wind is knocked out of him and he more than surely bruised, if not, fractured a couple of his ribs, but his daring stunt has proven fruitful and he is safely off out of harm's way---that is before the frightful image of a tall naked emaciated woman with long hair and clawed hands suddenly appears; slamming her shriveled bony face up against the glass patio door; scaring the bejesus out of Gregory in the process. 

The terrible fright, accompanied by the demon woman's horrific wailing scream, causes the Masked Twink to lose his grip and fall over 15 feet from the balcony to the alley below. He hits the top of a dumpster and rolls off the side onto the concrete with a heavy thud. Miraculously, Greg does not injury himself too severely. He is bruised and sore, but nothing appears to be broken. However he soon discovers that he doesn't have time to stop and lick his wounds for even after haphazardly escaping two nightmarish threats so far, another wastes no time in revealing its hideous face. Gregory quickly sits up and begins crawling back away from a deep growling noise emanating from the shadows. As Greg slowly rises to his feet he sees the gruesome figures of five grossly malformed doglike monstrosities step forth out of the darkness snarling and barking with foam and bile pouring from their mouths. The creatures look like an ungodly fusion between a pack of pit-bulls and a swarm of naked mole-rats. Each of them are completely hairless and have an entire mouth full of crooked razor-sharp teeth. Their beady little red eyes hone in on Gregory like he were piece of raw meat.

With the creatures ready to pounce, the Masked Twink does the only thing he can think to do and turns to run. The canine monsters give chase and start to quickly gain on him. Greg can feel their breath on his bare ass as they close in snapping at his heels. Greg manages to make it to the end of the alley, but slips on the blood-soaked street causing him to fall forward onto his face. Greg pushes himself over onto his side, but he is quickly seized by both of his arms by two of the dog-creatures who chomp down on his wrists and hands. Another pair quickly run up and grab him by his thigh and ankle. The beasts seem to be trying to draw and quarter him. Each pulls and yanks at his limbs spreading him out. Greg tries to struggle and fight them off, but he is powerless as they continue to bite down and tug violently upon his legs and arms. It isn't long before Greg sees the fifth and final "dog" closing in; making a direct beeline for his fully exposed crotch. 

The Masked Twink winces as the dog-creature lunges forward with its mouth open ready to chow down on his manhood, but then a loud shot rings out and the "dog" is thrown backward after a bullet flies forth and lodges itself inside its skull. Several more shots fire off until each of Greg's beastly attackers lay dead in a pool of blood around him. Gregory rises to his knees to see three men with guns gradually approach him. The Masked Twink puts up his hands to show he is no threat and cries,

"Don't Shoot! I'm A Human!"

One of the men advances, pointing his gun right in Gregory's face, making him think that he is going to shoot him point-blank. The man looks him over, and then calls back over to his comrades, 

"He's clear!"

The other two men walk up and help Greg to his feet. The gunman then lowers his weapon and says in a commanding tone,

"You're coming with us."