**This story is inspired by the tribe of psychic vampires in "Doctor Sleep" that are quasi immortal. The vampires hunt for people who have “the shining” ability and extend their own lives by torturing them and feeding on the “steam,” or psychic anguish, that they emit while being tortured.** 

The True Knot had been tracking James for more than a month. Rose, their leader, spent every evening sensing James’s powers and attempting to find him through astral projection. They had narrowed it down to a small town in Illinois almost a week ago, but James was a homeless junkie and it was hard to track a person down who didn’t have a home, a job, a car, any routines, or any social media.

James had been using drugs for several years at this point, and his parents had kicked him out of their home when he had turned eighteen. That was more than a year ago. He had done some couch surfing at his various friends’ houses for a few months, but he always wore out his welcome pretty quickly because of the drugs and the stealing, and so he ended up living on the streets, either in a tent or under various highway underpasses. For the past few days, James had been squatting in an abandoned house that he had broken into, located at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac that backed up to a vast woods.

He hadn’t always been this way. He had turned to drinking when he started seeing ghosts and hearing the thoughts of people that were near him, and his alcoholic parents had done nothing to try to get him any professional help. In fact, they didn't even believe him. And when the drinking wasn’t enough to stop the visions or the voices, he had turned to drugs and eventually dropped out of school. At some point while living on the streets, James had discovered by accident that he could sometimes make people fall asleep just by telling them to. It was an ability that sometimes worked and sometimes didn’t, and it was a lot more difficult to do if he had a lot of drugs in his system. But he had been working at honing this newfound ability because it came very much in handy for robbing people. Earlier today, James had approached a solitary man sitting on a park bench and whispered, “Sleep.” The man slumped over immediately, and James had rifled through the old man’s pockets and stolen his wallet. 

After using some of the cash in the stolen wallet to buy some drugs, a sandwich, and a coke, James cut back through the woods, returning to the house that he had been squatting in, unaware that Rose and the other members of the True Knot had been watching him, and had followed him back to that house in their RV. 

“It’s time,” Rose said, and the other members of her group smiled. They were all women and they were all different ages, some young and some old. Rose herself was, or appeared to be, an attractive, middle-aged woman, though in reality she had been alive for more than a hundred years. The six women—Rose, Clara, Sarah, Nora, Andy, and Brie—stepped quietly out of the RV and made their way around to the back of the house, entering it silently through the unlocked back door. 

James was standing in the kitchen eating his sandwich, drinking his coke, and listening to music with a stolen CD player and stolen pair of headphones. He didn’t hear the six women quietly walking up to him from behind. Rose nodded to Brie and then nodded to a rolling pin that was laying on the kitchen counter. Brie nodded in return, picked up the rolling pin, and smacked it right against the back of James head as he was sipping his coke. 

“Aargh!” James yelled as he spit out his coke and fell to the floor, holding his head. 

The women immediately jumped all over him, all of them except for Rose who stood back and watched. 

“What the fuck!?” James yelled as they all started kicking him. He tried to get up, but Brie lunged forward and smacked the rolling pin against his temple, nearly knocking him unconscious. James was moaning and groaning as they stripped him out of his sneakers, hoodie, his t-shirt, his extremely dirty and loose fitting cargo pants, and finally his boxer shorts, leaving him completely naked. They rolled him onto his back. Brie kneeled above his head and pushed the rolling pin down on his throat, making him gag. Sarah and Clara grabbed his arms and pinned down his wrists by kneeling on them. Nora and Andy pulled his legs apart and pinned them down by sitting on his ankles. 

“Who the fuck are you!?” James screamed. “What do you want!? Let me go!”

Rose stepped forward in her heavy black boots and kicked James square in the balls, making him scream. The crew of vamps sensed his pain and they could see the invisible steam rising up from his body. They leaned in immediately, inhaling as much of the steam as they could. James moaned and begged for them to release him. Ignoring his pleas, Rose stepped over his naked body and put a piece of duct tape over his mouth. 

“I’m starving!” Brie moaned. “Let’s cut him already. I need more of his steam!”

“No cutting yet,” Rose said. “Cutting is for the girls. For boys, there are easier, cleaner methods  of inflicting excruciating pain and getting maximum steam.”

Rose started rifling through the kitchen drawers until she found what she was looking for. 

“Ahh, perfect,” she said, holding up a stainless steel lemon squeezer and admiring it. She walked back and kneeled down between James long, skinny legs. Rose grabbed James’s hairy ballsack and shoved it into the squeezer’s bowl, and then she pressed the handles together as hard as she could with her right hand, making James scream at the top of his lungs into the duct tape. A massive amount of steam poured out of every surface of James’s body, and all of the vamps, including Rose, lunged forward and breathed in as much as of it as possible. They all looked positively euphoric as they fed on his anguished life force. Eventually the steam started to dissipate and run out. 

“More!” They all cried. “We want more! We’re still hungry.”

“I know,” Rose said, panting. “It’s because there are six of us that it is running out so fast. But there is a lot more coming. I’m gonna crush his balls now. Get ready for a huge load of steam when they break.”

The vamps all smiled and nodded in agreement and started licking their lips. “Do it,” they said. “Make him suffer and give us more STEAM!”

Rose grabbed the two handles of the squeezer with both of her hands now. Taking several deep breaths, she said, “Okay. Here we go.”

With two hands, she squeezed as hard as she could. James screamed bloody murder into the tape and his whole body was convulsing. 

There were two loud, wet CRUNCHES as Rose broke his balls inside of the squeezer.

He screamed and bucked his hips wildly, while the vamps feasted on his steam. 

“Clara,” Rose said. “Cut off his cock. I know there’s more steam in him.”

Clara smiled and grabbed a pair of scissors from her back pocket. She grabbed James’s sad little cock and put the scissors around it. 

“Wait!” Rose said. “Let me finish off his balls first, and then do the cock. We’ll get more steam out of him that way.” 

Clara nodded. 

Rose took a deep breath of his steam, and used the added strength it gave her to squeeze even harder, crushing his broken balls into mush, making an ocean of steam pour out of him. As she did so, a huge volume of cum squirted out of his soft, tiny little cock and onto his stomach. But it wasn’t just his balls that involuntarily emptied themselves when they turned into mush. It was also his stomach. He threw up violently, and the force of his vomit ripped the duct tape right off of his mouth. 

“SLEEEEEP!” He screamed it at the top of his lungs. “SLEEEEP!”

All of the vamps, including Rose, fell asleep and slumped over. James grabbed the scissors from Clara and threw them across the room. Then he grabbed the lemon squeezer from Rose’s hands and screamed in agony as he pried it open. He couldn’t get up, so he rolled over and started crawling towards the front door. His cock and what used to be his balls were dragging on the linoleum floor and it was excruciating. Looking back over his shoulder, the vamps were already starting to wake up again. Desperate and filled with adrenaline, he managed to stand up and run out into the front yard. A police cruiser had just pulled up and Officer Jane and Officer Rosita got out and ran towards him. 

“Help me!” he cried, but instead they tackled him into the grass and handcuffed him behind his back. 

“You’re under arrest!” Jane yelled. “We’ve got evidence that you’ve broken into dozens of houses over the past few months!”

“He’s bleeding from his head,” Rosita noted. “And .. Jesus Christ … look at his fucking balls.”

“Jesus,” Jane said. “What have you gotten yourself into here? Fucking junkie. Call an ambulance, Rosita.”

As Rosita radioed for an ambulance, James looked back towards the house and the woods behind it, and he could sense that the True Knot had already fled out of the back of the house and were hiding in the woods, and watching him. As he slowly started to lose consciousness, he could hear Rose’s thoughts inside of his head…

“We’ll be seeing you again soon, James. We are still hungry.”

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