Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2019 18:49:55 +0000 (GMT) From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" Subject: Vampyre - Part 2 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 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you are of a nervous disposition this may not be the story for you... 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. `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. Vampyre - Part two I allowed myself a wry smile, as he drove speedily away, I felt renewed, refreshed, invigorated even, it had been too long since I last fed, I stood at my window facing Crake Mill farm, noting his vehicles lights turning into the yard; he was probably thinking he was home and safe, silly boy. I was however torn, he was exceptional, I would have to exercise control as I had today, no point in making him ill and risking his death, he would be my treat, when I needed a pick me up. Some of you may be wondering how, I was able to control him, I would have to answer I don't really know, when I concentrate hard enough, people tend to do what I want them too, hypnosis possibly, mind control maybe, whatever it is I had become better at it over the years. So I suppose you want to know more about me or should I say us. I am 6' tall, I currently use the name Jonathon, I change it every time I move, luckily when I was converted I was fit and only 26 years old, we never age, so it is difficult to live anywhere longer than 20 years, because it gets noticed. The modern world has helped as people are so consumed by their own lives, they don't have time to be interested in anyone else's. The collapse of the major world religions added to the fall in the belief of the supernatural, I have to laugh at those television programmes that show vampires and demons, excellent television, but utter nonsense when it comes to confronting the very real, Vampyre that inhabit the world. There aren't thousands of us, there wouldn't be enough food to go round, we are two distinct groups, the neck feeders; probably the most well-known and the smaller group I am a member of, who only feed on men and for a very good reason, we need blood and cum. Are we gay? Well I suppose we are by necessity, guys are the only humans who produce one of the substances, always taken from the source by means of a blow job. I imagine back in time, it was felt why go up to the neck to get the blood when you had a rich engorged source right to hand, so now we always use the same place on the underside of the shaft, just below the bellend, men are hopeless at going to a Doctor at the best of times, even worse if anything is wrong with their water works; it shows a lack of virility, it plays right into our hands. Oh beware of Accident and Emergency doctors, most of them belong to one group of us or the other along with most morticians, a sensible precaution by us, don't you think, they can cover up any bodies with abnormally low levels of blood or strange marks, think about it, how many autopsy's spend time looking at the corpses cock. So how do we create new versions of ourselves, well we try not to, I mean unless you give them your blood and cum, having fed on them, they will either die or you can leave them alive and use them every now and then; much like my plans for Chris. You may think it sounds an ideal existence and it has improved; no more ignorant peasants armed with pitch forks, no more hiding away in remote castles, but to live for eternity, watching those you grow close to wither and die, leaves you empty. I suppose, I should mention `Therianthropy' something else that comes with our `condition' the ability to change into other animals, I have only successfully mastered two at the moment, a bat; we can all do a bat and now I can do a Doberman too, I have tried others, but without success, maybe one day. This ability gives you a heightened sense belonging to the animal you become, which you have in both human and animal forms; so amazing sense of smell for the dog, acute hearing for the bat. Oh a few myths and truths, Daylight; not a problem, holy water; now it all depends on the person blessing it and let's face it how many priests do you know who are pure? So no real problems there, wooden stakes; now they may hurt me a bit and certainly kill the neck feeders, for us it needs to hammered in somewhere else. Garlic; I love it, Crucifix's; I wear one myself, Mirror's; bit of a problem mirrors, we have to really concentrate and make the person believe they can see us otherwise we have no reflection in them or water. Finally coffins; no I don't sleep in one, as you know I have a nice circular bed with overhead mirrors, I used to love watching myself having sex in mirrors before I was transformed, I will have to tell you about that another time and how I was converted. Anyway I had only recently moved into Meaburn Manor, I had paid cash for it, just like your world, mine has followers who have been bankers, solicitors and Doctors for millennia, each nurturing and looking after the group over the years, we are all in contact and can rely on the assistance of each other if it is needed. My Batman Pyotr, has been with me for at least 15 years, he knows what I am and looks after me as a servant/chauffer/bodyguard, my two Dobermans, Zoltan and Boyra, are protection dogs, highly trained, to react to my voice commands and protect me till death, they had been fed some of my blood, which does make them unlike any other Dobermans, when they feel threatened their eyes can sometimes glow, which is a bit difficult to explain, I have been trying to train them out of that, unless commanded. `Sir, a phone call for you, from Torrin', Pyotr handed me the phone, now Torrin was one of us, we went back hundreds of years. `Torrin, old friend, how are you, what do I owe this call too?' I knew, he wasn't one for lots of small talk, you run out of things to say after the first 100 years. I sat shocked listening to him, as he explained my help was needed with a new convert who was getting out of hand, it had been decided that I should attempt to get him back under control if that failed, I was authorised to cease his existence, now this was a bit of a nice way of saying rip his throat out with my fangs, very messy and very effective. `Hang on Torrin, why me? Who turned him? It was explained that I owed the group one, so it was down to me, I was given instructions to meet Torrin with the new convert, I was to meet them the next day, in the public park, in a nearby town; apparently I wouldn't have any problems finding it and the phone went dead. Bollocks, I had plans, `Pyotr, we will need the car tomorrow morning can you make sure your available to drive it' He nodded and left the room. Now Torrin, hadn't even told me who the new recruit was or what he had been doing which was causing such consternation amongst the group, it was all a bit too mysterious for my liking. I decided to put it out of my mind and transformed myself in to my Doberman form my small gold hooped earing in my left ear and my gold hooped eyebrow piercing above my right eye, the only thing different between myself and the two other dogs, together with Zoltan and Boyra, I went for a run round the local area, I needed to find the easy ways to get to places including Crake Mill Farm, you could see a lot, when people weren't noticing you. We stood on a small hill overlooking Crake Mill Farm, I sniffed the air, yes his scent was on the wind, I scanned the farm and there he was working with the goats. I concentrated and subliminally called his name, he stopped and looked around, before dismissing it and returning to work with the goats, I thought about leading the others down to the yard to see what he did, but no I must tread carefully. We returned to the Manor, me transforming back, I had some work to get done before tomorrow's meeting. Pyotr pulled the Black Mercedes 600 Pullman into the car park of the municipal park, `Wait here Pyotr, Dogs to me' Zoltan and Boyra leapt from the back of the car and took up positions either side of me, I was getting a few looks from other park users, some evening muttering about vicious dogs should be on leads; my dogs didn't need leads, I ignored them, now where was Torrin. The park was huge, where was he, there was nothing for it, I set off along one of the paths, twenty minutes later, I saw him, he recognised me and began running towards me, what the fuck, he never ran. `I have lost him, the little shit ran off' `Hello Torrin, do you want to tell me what the fuck is going on' `We have to find him' Torrin looked genuinely panicked, `Christ (see we can say that too) Torrin, your frightening me, who are we looking for? `His name is Zeke, he is twelve' `Twelve' I interrupted him `You have to be kidding me and you have lost him and are worried why? my sarcastic tone didn't go unnoticed. `We will have to split up and hope we find him before he does anything, he was wearing a red football top and white shorts, he has short jet black hair, a button nose, cute little mouth and red socks and white trainers, you go that way I will go this' and Torrin hurried off. Zeke What a nightmare the last few months had been and now I was to be moved again, it was bad enough finding myself with Torrin, what a boring bastard, he was, a permanent no fun zone. Here I was dragged to a park to be handed on again, I had, had enough, I had played up alarming, demanding an ice cream and he had fallen for it as he queued, I took the opportunity to run off, no real plan after that, what twelve year old does. I went deeper into the park, I needed a piss and maybe something to eat, ahh a toilet, I started walking towards it, it sat in a small clump of trees, partially obscured from the path. I must have been dawdling as I was passed by a man about 30, he was dragging a small kid along no more than 4 or 5 towards the toilets. The guy was a typical dad, reasonable body about 5'10" he was wearing jeans and a green polo shirt, carrying a newspaper in his right hand. I walked along behind them, watching his ass, his jeans contained it perfectly, I watched his cheeks rise and fall as he struggled along with the kid, who was being a real brat. He told the kid to wait on the bench by the entrance and he rushed inside, I smiled at the kid as I followed him in. The toilets were old and had yellow warning tape stretched across the urinals, I saw the guy stop and then push the door of one of the cubicles; he went in, the toilets were empty, we were alone. I went into the other cubicle and peered through one of the many holes drilled through the wall, the guy was sitting on the toilet, his trousers round his ankles, he was reading his newspaper. I got on the floor and pushed myself under the partition into his cubicle, I loved how we could move as quickly or was it halt time, I didn't understand that bit when it was explained to me, I stood in front of the guy, I coughed, he jumped up `Christ how did you get in here' his eyes like saucers, he looked into mine, I had him. I could see my eyes reflected in his, glistening gold. `Hi my names Zeke, stand up and drop your newspaper and lean against the door' I loved this, he did what I asked, `strip off your shirt and jeans' he stood naked in front of me, now to have a good look. He was looking down at me, his grey/blue eyes smiling as I reached out and rubbed my fingers though his hairy chest, I ran my hand down to his abs, he had a bit of a belly, not bad though, now that was a disappointment no treasure trail, I loved them on guys, this guys was more just furry from his neck to his bushy pubes, I reached for his cock, it was cut about 4" and soft, I kissed the end of it and ran my tongue over the head and lips, I heard him groan and felt his shaft give a pulse, I dropped my other hand on to his thigh and toyed with the hair there, sliding my hand slowly up to his hanging nuts, I weighed them both and leaving his cock for a moments rubbed my face into his ball sac I breathed in deeply his scent was strong. I licked up his essence and carried on licking up his now swelling shaft, he took hold of my head as I took his bellend into my mouth, groaning he slowly began fucking my face, his cock grew to its full 6", I could feel its heat, feel the blood pulsing though it, I had to make a choice, make him cum first or feed first. Unless you intended on keeping them you usually made them cum first, I thought about the kid outside, Nar, I wanted his cum, I began working his bellend, wanking his shaft, twisting my hand on the up and down stokes, I gripped his balls and let my fingers tickle his taint, his breathing was getting faster, his hips pushing a little deeper, his hands gripping my head tighter, I pushed a finger into his hole, his dick began pulsing straight away, I could taste his cum as it pumped on to my tongue, I felt an immediate rush, I sucked and wanked his cock harder making sure I got every drop, he moaned and groaned and patted my head, I looked up at him and ginned opening my mouth showing him his load in my tongue, I never broke eye contact as an exaggerated show of swallowing his baby batter, the same stuff that made that kid outside. I carried on gripping his now slowly deflating cock I turned his shaft licking just below his bellend, I wanted it now, I glanced up at him, he gasped as my eyes turned a glowing blood red, my fangs sank into his flesh, I felt his hips give a little jerk, as I gorged on his life force, I could feel my body, buzzing, my veins flooding with his life. I was just licking my fangs and lips about to finish off, when I was grabbed and hauled outside the cubicle, fuck this was one of us and much stronger than me, I felt the back of his hand strike my face and found myself on the floor in the corner, I leapt up and launched myself at him, but like I said, he was quicker, faster and stronger than me, his hand caught me by the throat in mid-air, I dangled my arms and legs lashing towards him, but none making contact. His eyes flashed blood red and he bared his fangs, he hesitated, fuck that was close, I had heard what normally followed that, his eyes flashed gold then bronze before settling at brown. His mouth opened `Zeke, I presume' I nodded `What the fuck have you done, you silly shit' he barked at me `his fucking kid is outside' he thought for a moment `wait outside, those dogs are mine, move and they will rip your throat out, like I should do' I quickly went outside, the little boy was still sitting on the bench, the two Dobermans, moved towards me, Christ one of them's eyes flashed red before returning to black, I sat down by the boy. Jonathon I broke open the door lock and went into the cubicle the guy was slumped against the wall, a dribble of cum hung from his cock slit a smear of blood on his soft cock, I felt for a pulse, immediately feeling that he was still alive, weak but alive, I couldn't help myself, I wiped up the cum with my finger and felt the rush as I tasted it on my tongue, maybe a little drink too? No, no, I mustn't, he was too weak I had just about talked myself into thinking a quick taste would be okay, when I heard Torrin. The stream of expletives he aimed at Zeke, included some in languages even I didn't recognise, he came into the toilet, I let go of the guys cock and got up; yes I was that close. Torrin helped me get the guy dressed and took him outside till he came round, I explained to him he had collapsed in the toilet and we had found him, and his son sitting outside, the guy seemed to search his own memory, but found nothing, I was good. Once he could walk, Torrin and I got him and his son back to my car and having found out where they lived we set off, his wife was very grateful and concerned at the same time, I gave her my Doctor's number and told he to take her husband to him; I would pay. As we returned to the car, I heard her saying `aren't there some lovely kind people about', more like, fucking lucky, I thought to myself. Zeke hadn't spoken since we got in the car, Zoltan had never taken his eyes off him and gave a low growl if he moved, we dropped off Torrin at his hotel, I was sure as he went up the stairs he had spring in his step, as Pyotr closed the car door, I was sure I heard `he is your problem now', with Pyotr back behind the wheel we began the journey, back to Meaburn Manor, I closed the driver compartment window so Pyotr could no longer hear our conversation. I looked at Zeke sat opposite me, his cheek still red from where I had hit him, my red finger imprints still visible on his neck, his cheeks streaked with dirty tears, I looked at him and smiled, his eyes flashed red and burned back at me, Zoltan looked up and growled, Zeke glanced at the dog and his eyes went back to normal. `This could be a very long trip young man, or we could talk, considering your position, it could be better to talk' I tried to sound concerned Zeke just scowled at me, I should have ripped his throat out earlier, I thought to myself, no one would have blamed me, it would have been quietly covered up. `Do you want to start by telling me, who turned you and when? More scowls `Oh I can't be bothered with you kid' I looked out of the window, it was getting dark. I was tired, those bursts of speed really use up your energy and I had, had nothing to eat. `Are you hungry? He smiled at me `No' he said quietly Of course he wasn't what was I thinking, I burst out laughing and he laughed too, he even smiled. `Well you should have saved some for me' I grinned, he smiled even more. `Okay Zeke, I am Jonathon, but call me Jon, the driver is Pyotr and the dogs are Zoltan and Boyra and for my sins I have been made your guardian, until you can be trusted to live alone again. So do you want to tell me about yourself?' Zeke sighed, maybe he was tired fighting the world. `I was just a regular kid, my family lived in London, I developed an incurable cancer, my Mum was desperate, somehow she knew one of you lot and asked them to save me, at first they said no, it wouldn't be right, then Mum was killed in a car crash, he was wracked with grief and converted me, I lived with him for about 7 years, then he didn't come home anymore, he apparently got into a fight with a neck feeder and lost. I didn't know what to do, I had always been looked after, provided with blood and cum, but without him, I had to go out and get it for myself, I think I over did it, I let a trail of dead people, before I was picked up by the group, I have stayed with several of them, each has tried to ween me off adult men, but I just can't stop myself, they taste so much better than kids, even the milk kids that were there to keep me supplied didn't make me feel as good as one horny man. So are you going to try and convert me too? Jonathon I had heard of so called milk kids, youngsters kept especially to feed the few youngsters of us that existed, adult cum and blood seemed to send under 16year olds crazy. `Let's see, maybe we just have to train you to be satisfied with less, remember these poor human males can only produce cum in small amounts every day, but blood is more problematic, you can't just keep killing them, It gets noticed' Zeke nodded and sighed again and closed his eyes, in minutes he was asleep, he probably needed it after our fight, at least he had a full belly I was starving, no I mustn't, stop thinking about it, no, not tonight, I flicked on the intercom `Come on Pyotr, get us home as soon as you can' 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'