Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2019 17:25:23 +0000 (GMT) From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" Subject: Vampyre The following story is fictional and does not depict any real people or Events. This story is STRICTLY fantasy. Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. We don't want this website to ever stop. Think for a minute if you can afford it and help sustain Nifty with your donations. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vampyre It is easy to dismiss myths, legends and the creatures of your darkest dreams; it is what I reply on, otherwise you would take precautions against me, but your fear of being mocked, made to seem paranoid, is what lets me thrive. Young men are the worst, yet their very bodies, allow me to drink the two substances I need to exist, pleasure comes in many layers, I don't live in the shadows, I don't need to, to you I don't exist. I saw the small red hatchback, turning in through the gates, it came up the drive and pulled round the side passing the main entrance, to the kitchen door. I stood back from the window, shielded by the curtains, my first visitor. He clambered out of his car, his light blue jeans tucked into dark green `Hunter' wellies, pulling on a flat cap, he felt the collar of his black donkey jacket, checking it was tightly buttoned against the unusually cold winds, a blue scarf knotted at his neck, he walked towards the door, I opened it as his hand reached up for the ornate knocker, I looked into his eyes, he looked startled. Zoltan and Boyra, my two Doberman protection dogs, began barking furiously, taking up positions either side of me, Zoltan's eyes glowed red, I hoped Chris had not noticed, not an easy one to explain. `Quiet' I shouted and both dogs, stopped barking, Zoltan's eyes went from red to gold as both dogs sat by my heels, watching the visitor. `Err hello, I am your nearest neighbour Chris, err, I thought I would pop by and welcome you to Meaburn Manor' he looked uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to the other `Come in, come in, I'm Jonathon' Chris looked at the dogs, both stared at him intently. `You are fine, come in the dogs won't bother you' I reassured him, I clicked my fingers and the dogs retreated, further into the room `Well trained dogs' he nodded, watching them too. I reached out to take his out stretched hand, his face broke into a smile, short mousy hair filled the gap between his cap and scarf, he removed his cap, a fringe of floppy light brown hair dropped across his face, he immediately pushed it back, running it through his fingers, he was a youngster; I suppose everyone is to me, early 20's, 5'8", medium build, possibly muscled, his face was framed with a short beard and moustache or was it designer stubble? It sat half way between both. His blue eyes, beamed, as the light caught them, he was ruggedly handsome. `Can I get you a drink? I asked `It is a terribly cold day' `That would be very kind, as long as I am not intruding' `Not at all, take your coat off and we can go through to the fire' He was obviously well brought up, as he slipped the knot on his scarf and began undoing the shiny black buttons of his Donkey jacket, he shuffled off his Hunters, his light blue jeans tucked into grey boot socks, which left damp prints of his feet on the stone flags as he moved; UK size 8, if I wasn't mistaken. Although it was barely noticeable to anyone else, my nose was assailed by his scent, I breathed deeply, enjoying the warm feelings which swept over me; he had no idea, as I felt myself begin to swell in my black trousers. I took his coat, invisible to him, it too was impregnated with his scent; there was something about this young man. I focused again, he was wearing a khaki tweed shirt, open at the neck, a white crew neck T shirt beneath, barely containing his chest hair which spilled out over the top a small blue tattoo spur rising up the side of his neck; surely part of a bigger design, a small 1cm black ear stretcher visible in his left ear lobe, a small diamond stud in his right lobe. His shirt hung just over his brown belt, his T shirt tucked into his jeans, 34 inch waist, I read on the leather patch as he turned to add his scarf and cap to his coat over the chair. `Finally ready' he said smiling again `Tea or Coffee, or maybe something stronger? `Coffee, will be great, better not risk anything else when I am driving' I placed the kettle on the Aga pad, then reached for a couple of Mugs and the cafetiere `This will take a few minutes, let's go through to the fire' I turned towards the door `this way', Zoltan and Boyra got up and followed us. I led him down the corridor and into the main family room, the fire was roaring in ancient ornate stone fireplace, I indicated one of the seats in front of the fire, he sat down, adjusting himself as he did, the bulge in his worn jeans, looking very promising, I concentrated, trying to see if I could isolate that smell, but no. He looked very small in the huge leather chair, I pulled the call cord by the fire, far away I heard a little jingle, unheard by Chris as he looked round the room from his chair. `Amazing place you have got here, I have never been in here before, the last folks who owned it were not too friendly, I never got passed the door' he gave a little laugh `Oh I try to be friendly, your welcome to call by anytime' I smiled `Where is it you live again? `We are at the farm down the road, `Crake Mill' `We? I leaned against the arm of the other chair, feeling the warmth of the fire on my side `Yes, my wife and I, we haven't been there long, we only recently got married' `Congratulations' `Oh thank you, childhood sweethearts', there that smile again, it was electric a whole face smile, he was gorgeous. `Yes, we just found out she is pregnant' `Oh that's great news' I smiled back; so he was fertile too, excellent. `Your coffee Sir,' Pyotr, my valet, had entered the room, he placed the tray on the small table to the side of Chris's chair. `Oh thank you' Chris half stood up `Will there be anything else Sir?' Pyotr looked at me `Yes two very large, Brandies please' `Oh not for me, I'm driving' Chris said looking at Pyotr `You are not going to leave me to drink alone are you Chris' I focused my eyes on his, He looked uncomfortable, I held his stare, my eyes bored into his soul, flashing from light brown to gold and to red, his expression went blank as both dogs growled in their throats. `Oh I think I could have one' he smiled again; he was mine, so weak willed, it was pathetic. We sat drinking in silence, `This way, Chris' I said as I led him upstairs to the master bedroom. The room was surprisingly warm; my improvements had paid off, he stood looking round the room, I crossed over to the stone mullioned windows `Is that your farm over there? Chris joined me at the window `Yes that's it' he said nodding; how close he was to safety and yet how far, who was I kidding, he would never be safe again soon. I turned to the centre of the room, the huge circular bed had pride of place, directly beneath, a section of angled mirrors; totally out of character with the building, the roaring fire could add that. `You might like to get stripped off and lay on the bed' I said I watched him strip out of his clothes, everything I had hoped, he lay back on the wolf fur bedspread. He was muscled and hairy, a beautiful treasure trail leading down to his trimmed pubes, his 5" thick uncut cock lay on his thigh, his thighs and arms covered with a downy fuzz, I could smell him now, I crawled up the bed between his legs, he spread them wider apart, I took hold of his soft cock and peeled his foreskin off his bellend, the aroma was overwhelming, this boy was exceptional. I licked his thigh to his ball sac and took his bellend into my mouth, my tongue digging into his slit, working for precum, my aperitif before the main event. Chris I knew I was naked and I knew I was on a bed, but I felt chilled happy even as I watched this guy crawling up the bed towards me, I spread my legs, I knew what he wanted, I knew what I wanted, but who was he. His short silver hair, longer and brushed to a small peak down the middle of his head, his skin, had a yellowy green tinge; that must be the fire, no one's skin looked like that, his forehead was deeply furrowed his carefully shaped black eyebrows, nearly joining but for 1cm above his nose, he was bare chested; when had he taken that off, smooth, no visible hair, unlike me. He looked up at me his brown eyes glowed, like hot coals as he took my bellend into his mouth, I lay back watching him, lick and suck and kiss, my now exposed bellend. His tongue teasing my cock slit, pushing itself in as far as it could, my cock was soon at it full 7", my bellend skin tight straining as my bowstring grew tighter, the red line from my balls to my bowstring, attracting his tongue, his mouth slipping over my cock head, his tongue working each side of the split gland and round the ridge, he looked at me again in the mirror, his eyes went from burning coals to blood red. I watched in disbelief, his top lip peel back revealing two fangs, I felt them as he let them travel up my shaft; grazing my skin, to just below my bellend, He dribbled some saliva on to my skin and his jaw snapped shut and I passed out. I came round, I could feel no pain, he was swallowing, his tongue occasionally licking up blood as it tricked down my shaft, His hand' or should I say fingers, with pointed nails holding my ball sac as the other gripped my shaft, his skin, was changing, becoming more normal, a bit tanned even as he fed on me. I began to feel weaker, tired even, he removed his fangs from my shaft and his mouth quickly returned to normal, his eyes, now glowing bronze, he took my bellend into his mouth and began to wank my shaft, I was floating, my cock felt amazing as I began spurting into his mouth, I hadn't come for a few days and enjoyed feeling my balls empty into this willing mouth, he licked my cock clean, his saliva giving my cock a silvery sheen. He sat up and pushed some of my cum from his lip into his mouth, he leaned over me and our mouths met, he forced his tongue into my mouth, I wanted him, I wanted it and pushed my tongue to explore with his. We embraced for a while as I came down from my high, I noticed it was getting darker outside, He kissed me once more, looking into my eyes again, his eyes flickered reptile like back to light brown, he rose up and left the room. I felt my mind coming back, Christ what was I doing here, what had just happened, I quickly took hold of my soft spent cock and pulled back my foreskin, fuck I had two puncture wounds on the shaft, just below my bellend either side of my bowstring. I quickly leapt up and pulled on my clothes, the two dogs watched me silently as I ran from the room to the kitchen and out to my car, grabbing my coat, scarf and boots. I got in my car and glanced up to the first floor windows, I saw Jonathon watching me, I quickly started the car and began reversing. `Thank you, see you again, soon' it was Jonathon's voice, it was in my head, I steered the car down the drive, what the hell had just happened to me. ------------------ Let me know if you want to hear more as Jonathon begins to drain Chris of his life blood and struggles to control a 12 year old Vampyre Finley; he is put in charge of. As Finley discovers adult male cocks, refresh him more than those of boys his own age. ------------------- Please send e-mails letting me know if you are enjoying the stories and any storyline suggestions; I cannot guarantee to use them all though. I'll keep posting this and maybe new stories if I feel you guys are enjoying them. There's nothing more rewarding than knowing that my stories are making other guys cum. Your e-mails inspire me to write more and better stories. So please do send me an e-mail if you want me to keep writing. Other stories by this writer: `Exploring my brother' `Joshs Adventures series' `An Army life for me' `Grandmas Bedroom' `Dominic Online' `The Extraordinary Christmas Party'