Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2020 20:21:07 +0000 (GMT) From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" Subject: Vampyre Part Twenty Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little helps. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html -------------------------------------------------------------------------- With both their cocks, now deflating, I had to decide whether to feed now or leave it for later, they both looked spent; later it was, I got up and found Ian, getting him to lock up the place, I would see him again in the morning, I returned to bed and squeezed myself in between these two amazingly horny guys. I would be waking them up again in a few hours and getting down and dirty with these boys of god. ***************************** Vampyre - Part Twenty Zeke The screaming of a fox outside woke me from a very pleasurable sleep, it was still dark, my body snuggled between two of the hornist guys I had ever seen. Three spoons fitted together, I let my hand fall behind me on to Seth's hairy thigh, the wiry fur tingled as I pushed against it, I heard Seth moan and felt him push against me. Wow, now he hadn't gotten into the bed carrying a broom handle so I knew it wasn't that prodding my butt cheeks, I slid my hand to it and gripped it giving it a gentle squeeze; he was rock hard again. I turned my head and our eyes met, I saw a flash of a smile and his lips pressed against mine, he rolled me onto my back and got on top of me, I pushed my fingers through his hairy mat, tweaking his nipples, Mitt stirred at this activity, his face a beautiful smile as Seth pushed my legs back and eased his dick against my hole. Mitt got on to his knees and pushed his hardening cock in between Seth and my mouths, our lips sliding over Mitt's cut cock head, meeting over the slit the faint taste of cum and precum, igniting my tongue, as I licked at Mitts cock, Seth pushed his bellend into me. I looked up Mitts cock inside my cheek, he was kissing Seth, their tongues intertwined above me. Seth began a slow steady rhythm, pushing into me, opening my hole. Mitt pulled his cock from my mouth and shuffled down, nudging Seth aside, Seth's cock eased out of my hole and as I lay open and empty, Mitt slid into me, grinding his balls against my ass, Seth moved alongside my face and slipped his cock between my lips, his cock tasting of precum and ass juice; I loved it. Mitt's thrusting became more urgent, he was obviously enjoying his first fuck, his balls slapping loudly against my ass, I gripped Seth's cock and turned it, lining it up the way I wanted, I licked the skin and then, keeping control of them both, sank my fangs into Seth's hard cock, his blood spurted under pressure into my mouth, I drank deeply, still enjoying the ploughing my ass was getting, I worked Seth's Balls cupping the hairy orbs, squeezing them gently as I fed. I could feel his youth and innocence flooding in to me, now for Mitt. I let go of Seth's cock, my tongue licking off a pearl of precum as I let go of his swaying dick. Mitt eased out of me and shuffled up me legs astride me once on my chest he held his cock by my open mouth, I was just about to grip him when his cock head flared and began pumping out his load, it splashed onto my cheeks and into my open mouth, I could feel drips running off my fangs landing on my bottom lip, I let him finish watching him throw his head backwards his breathing rapid, I gripped his cock turning it, I licked just under the swollen head and punched my fangs into his skin, I heard him gasp, his hands gripping my head as his blood began to flow into me, he carried on rocking his hips, my fangs gripping his cock head tightly, until I was sated. Both of them lay stroking me, my fingers toying with their amazing hairy bodies, I wanted to see more from these to gorgeous guys, I got Mitt to kneel on all fours his arse high ion the air, his face buried in the fur throw, Seth got behind him, his lips gently kissing all over Mitt's butt, his tongue then fliting across his hole, I got as close as I could, Seth was having to pull Mitt's hairy ass cheeks apart, his tongue digging for its prize amongst the hairy mat, this looked too good to miss, I pushed my nose in between Mitt's ass cheeks, taking in his man smell, just a touch of sweat coming through the fresh soap, my tongue joined Seth's at Mitt's hole, we worked it together, enjoying its virgin tightness. I got the guys to swap positions, I wanted to experience Seth's hole to, if anything his ass crack was even hairier, wiry black hairs, covering his hole, making our tongues work hard for their goal, again two hairy balls hung like lychees, perfect for lip plucking. With mine and Mitt's tongues working his hole, I reached between his legs for his hard bobbing cock, it was dripping precum, I smeared it over my fingers and bringing them to my mouth, shared his nectar with Mitt as we enjoyed his ass. I didn't hear the door, `Zeke, these guys have been here a while now, someone may well be missing them, perhaps it is time to let them go now? Ian stood by the bed, his eyes taking in the scene before him I, looked up at him and saw him wink at me. I knew he was right, Seth, Mitt and I separated, I sat watching them both get dressed again, that underwear killed me, once they were both fully dressed, I gave each one last snog and watched as Ian led them out of the room and away. I lay back on the fur bed throw, staring up at the ceiling, wow that had been one amazing experience, I connected with their minds once more, remember you're welcome to visit anytime, I said. Jonathon I had hurried back, not staying for the after meeting party, I was worried about Zeke, I hoped he was coping alright and not too upset about Mark, being away, I heard the ten minute to landing bell chime and strapped myself in, we would be landing in Carlisle Airport, very soon. Pyotr finished tiding away, the last few bits before strapping himself in for landing, his heavy gold watch glistening on his wrist. I honestly had no idea what I would do without him, he anticipated my every request and nothing was too much trouble, his watch reminded me of the night we had met. I sat watching his face, he had always been the strong silent type, even when I had very first met him at the Albert Hall in London, fifteen years ago now. I had been struck by his height, his short cropped, jet black hair and most of all by his pale green eyes, when he had opened the door of the box I was using that night. He was the waiter supplied by the agency to ensure my every whim was catered for. He was dressed similarly to me, in a back morning suit, his height giving him an elegance in his tails, which short guys just couldn't carry off. Throughout the night barely a word had passed between us, but just when my head was telling me to have a drink or a canape one would appear, anyone would have thought he was reading my mind. I remembered sitting in the front of the box watching the Wagner Opera, occasionally glancing back at him sitting at the rear of the box, beside a table, holding more than I could ever eat or drink. I should have been accompanied by my familiar, Thomas, but he was too old to do much more than answer the phone and keep my diary by then, but I was fond of him and he had served me well for the last thirty years, but I knew his life was nearing its end. When the Opera concluded and with the last curtain call and bow over, I rose to leave, it dawned on me that I didn't even know this man's name, I turned to him as he held my black cashmere coat and scarf for me, `Thank you for looking after me so well this evening' I took out my wallet and handing him a wad of notes. `That won't be necessary Sir, but thank you anyway' he stepped back `Please I insist, what is your name by the way? `I am Pyotr' he nodded to me, snapping his head back to upright. `Ah ex-military and Russian? I said making eye contact once again. He nodded. `I would like to take you for something to eat, I won't entertain a refusal' I said. I pulled on my gloves, he nodded and followed me out of the box, down the stairs and out to my car. We ate at the Savoy, conversation was difficult at times, but improved and he seemed genuinely pleased with my Russian and German, both of which he spoke fluently in addition to English. I asked him back to my room for a nightcap and eventually he agreed, it was strange I could have had him easily, if I had taken over his mind, but he was different, I didn't want to do that. We didn't even sleep together that night, he slept on the couch, waking me with coffee the next morning, I was impressed. I asked him to accompany me for the rest of my stay in London, while I watched and assessed him. Unbeknownst to him, I got a hold of his personal file, he was ex-military, ex Russian Special Forces, he was a trained chauffeur, including evasive driving, in fact it was hard to find anything he couldn't do. I made my move, offering him a full time position as my companion or butler, thankfully he agreed. That night before returning to the Hotel, I had taken him out for dinner sealing our new agreement, I took him to Harrods and picked out a beautiful solid 18K Gold Rolex Oyster perpetual watch the very one he was now wearing. Thomas had not lasted much longer, he seemed to approve of Pyotr, taking me aside one night and in hushed voice telling me he was perfect and I should make him my new familiar, I had to agree. Pyotr had stepped up to the plate and arranged Thomas's funeral, we had all been together now for nearly a year and he could see how upset I was. It was time for us to have a serious chat, I always dreaded this bit, I had had this conversation with all my familiars over the years, sure I could have just mind controlled them, but I wanted more than blind obedience, I wanted a companion, a friend. I sat down with Pyotr after the funeral, I mean, how do you tell someone you're a Vampyre and although they won't love for ever you will and you would like them to be your companion for the rest of their lives, in return they would want for nothing, I started as I always did with Romanian folklore. I will never forget his pale eyes watching me intently, weighing every word I said, he asked for the night to think about it, well at least he hadn't run for the hills and his pitchfork. The next day had been a nightmare, well as far as I was concerned, he hadn't said anything all day, in the evening he cooked a lovely meal and finally told me yes, he agreed to become my familiar. That night we began the ritual, he had to drink a small amount of my blood for the next three nights, only a shot glass full and on the fourth night, I would drink the same amount of his, I blushed explaining he could either cut his hand and drip it into a glass as I did for him, or I could drink it from source. Again for the next three nights he said nothing, then on the fourth night, after dinner he led me into my room, I remember his face breaking into a broad smile and his thick Russian accent saying the immortal words `Just this once' as he slipped off his trousers and briefs and offered me his cock. We spent the night together, an amazing night it was too. `Jonathon, SIR, we have landed are you okay? Pyotr was in front of me, those familiar green eyes staring at me intently. `Sorry, I am fine, I was just miles away' Pyotr took over the Mercedes from the security officer and began loading my overnight bag into the boot, a quick toot of the horn from the lead car as it took up position and we were off, out of the airport and into the Cumbrian countryside. My thoughts returned to Zeke, I hoped he wasn't to upset and sulking about, we weren't far from home, when I spotted two young guys in black suits walking down one of the country lanes, Christ, bloody Mormons get everywhere. The estate security informed of our arrival, opened the main gates, Pyotr swept onto the drive, the backup cars peeling away as we arrived at the Manor. Pyotr hurriedly opened the door, sensing my impatience, I was half expecting to have Zeke running to the car in tears, but nothing, we went into the house, Ian was in the kitchen. `Is Zeke okay? I asked, scanning behind him `Yes Sir, I think he is still sleeping, err in your bed Sir' Ian looked a bit uneasy, as if he shouldn't have allowed that. `Thank you Ian, he was probably missing me and wanted familiar surroundings and smells' I smiled and nodded. I walked down the corridor towards the stairs to my room. I pushed open the bedroom door, the air had a funk about it, laying on my bed facedown was Zeke, fast asleep. I sat down next to him, poor little thing, he must be exhausted, at least his colour was good, I left him sleeping, we could catch up later, I was sure he would want to hear all about the Council meeting and who was coming to visit in a few days. I went to speak to Martin, my head of security, he had a few things to arrange before our guests arrived, finally I had some time to myself and sat in front of the fire in the Great Hall. `Oh hello Jonathon, your back' Zeke yawned, He was standing in my dressing gown at the door, I will be honest, it wasn't the greeting I was expecting, I stood up. `Come and give me a hug' I said holding my arms wide apart `Haven't you missed me? He broke into a big grin and crossed the room at speed wrapping his arms round me, that sleep had done him good, he looked remarkably fresh. `I am sorry I had to go to London, but I am back now, I hope you didn't get too bored or lonely' I hugged him close `It's been okay' he said, squeezing me back. `Sir, sorry to interrupt, but do you want me to put the pictures that Ernst sent you from Berlin up on the walls, before they get here? `Uncle Ernst is coming here? Zeke jumped up `I nodded and `Karl' `Greeaat' Zeke ran round the room I looked at Pyotr, I had completely forgotten about the pictures, I hadn't even looked at them and had no idea what they were of. `Err yes, Pyotr, could you bring them in here, so I can have a look at them first? Pyotr returned a few moments later carrying two large picture frames wrapped in brown paper, Zeke joined us as the dining table and began to pull at the paper, a glint of gold from the frame and then my heart sank. `That's Uncle Ernst's Mercedes, look Karl's driving, that's you in the back with Uncle Ernst, look at the crowds, that's the Brandenburg gate in Berlin too, next to the hotel we stayed in, why are you wearing a uniform like Uncle Ernst's and those red and white flags with the black spider are everywhere' Zeke had described the picture in exactly fifty four words. `What's the other one of? He said tearing at the paper. ***************** Guys, let me know by email if you want this story to carry on, it is always good to hear if you are still enjoying reading about Jonathon and Zeke. Other stories by this writer: `Exploring my brother' `Joshs Adventures series' `An Army life for me' `Grandmas Bedroom' `Nightcam Fun' `Dominic Online' `The Extraordinary Christmas Party'