Date: Sun, 3 May 2020 23:04:45 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Vampyre Part 29

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`Nun, Sie haben sich Zeit gelassen, mein Herr'

It was Jurgen, he was lying naked on my bed, his uniform all over the
floor, the lump of Duvet next to him moved and Gunther's head popped out.

`No Jurgen, in English, I told you in English' Gunther was laughing.

Jurgen leapt out of the bed and stood to attention, his seven inch lazy lob
swinging wildly in front of him.

`Well you took your time, Sir' he barked again.

They both started laughing, I stood looking at them two gorgeous, fit,
horny, good looking German hunks, Montfort was right, I needed to chill and
enjoy myself, I closed the door and began removing my clothes.


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Vampyre - Part Twenty Nine


`Meine Kleinen' I smiled mocking them in German.

`My little ones?' Jurgen laughed, translating my statement out loud.

He laughed and then with a sarcastic look down, his legs wide apart, he
pointed at his swelling eight inch uncut cock, he gripped it and waved it
first at me and then turning at Gunther.

`Ich bin nicht klein, er muss von Ihnen sprechen Gunther' Jurgen laughed
out loud.

Gunther guffawed, pulling back the duvet cover revealing his nine inch
boner

`Hey, ich bin auch nicht klein, oh sorry Sir, Hey I am not small either, he
is not talking about me'

As I stood looking at them both, a voice from the shower room shouted

`Well he sure ain't talking about me, if we are playing at who has the
smallest dick'

I looked round it was Connor, his naked body filled the shower room door
frame, he too was gripping his fat hard cut ten inch Yankee dick.

`Evening Sir, Montfort suggested we all come and see you.'

I looked at each of these Alpha males in turn.

`Guy's looks like I was mistaken then' I grinned `everyone on the bed for a
big dick party'.

Jurgen threw himself back on to the bed as I half stumbled, half hopped
over, pulling off my last sock, my own hard cock pointing the way, Connor
had broken into a sprint across the room, his fat cock bobbing up and down
obscenely as he ran, we both landed on the bed at the same time a naked
heap of maleness with Jurgen and Gunther on the bottom. Probably by design
I had landed on Jurgen, I pushed my lips to his as I worked my way up so I
was straddling his waist, his tongue firmly pushed back into my mouth, he
wanted this as much as me.

His Alpha maleness came to the fore as he turned me over onto my back,
pushing himself between my thighs forcing my legs apart, I felt his hand
drop and then fingers pushing at my hole; it hadn't been that long since
Gunther had fucked me, Jurgen's fingers pushed easily into me, he grinned
as he looked down at me and brought his fingers to his nose, he sniffed and
then licked them.

`You have been fucked recently' he said.

I winked at him, he gripped me by the hips and adjusting the position of
his legs he turned me on to my front, he sat back on his heels and gripping
my hips again lifted them so I was on my knees, my face in the mattress, he
shuffled back between my legs forcing them wider apart, his hands gripped
my butt cheeks and pulled them apart, I could feel his breath on my hole,
he breathed in deeply.

`Definitely fresh cum' he mumbled.

I felt him gently blow on my twitching hole and then his lips kiss it
gently at first and then with more purpose, the tip of his tongue flicked
over it and then got faster as he began stabbing at the centre of my rose
bud. I could feel it slowly giving way to the onslaught, his fingers moved
nearer and now coated in his spit, he eased first one then two and then
three fingers into me. I became aware that Connor had moved to my left side
and Gunther was on my right, his head pushing under me to my throbbing
cock, his mouth sucked in my cockhead, his tongue working my belled, while
his hand slowly milked me. I glanced back, ecstasy, Connor had shuffled
round behind me, his face now alongside Jurgen's, he began kissing and
licking at my butt cheeks and then dropped his head below Jurgen's and
began working on my taint and hanging nuts, I felt them each sucked into
his mouth, he rolled them round his mouth then swapped to the other one,
fuck I was in heaven, never having experienced three hunks working on me at
the same time.

The pleasure from Jurgen's tongue stopped briefly as he came up for air, he
was eased out of the way by Connor, who's mouth now took over working my
now puffy tingling hole. Jurgen moved round to be in front of me, I was
kind of out of it, he lifted me by my face until my mouth was level with
his hard cock, I felt it brush against my lips as he pushed against me, I
flicked my tongue over his swollen cock head, immediately tasting his
precum, he smeared more of it over my lips, then applied more pressure
easing his bellend between my lips, he moved his hands to the back of my
head and gently began to face fuck me, his balls squashing against my chin
as I opened my throat to all of his right inches.

I felt Connor give one last big lips smacking kiss to my swollen hole, he
then shuffled behind me and I felt his thick cock lining up with my ass,
his slapped the head against my puckered ass lips, sending tingling all
along my spine, then forcibly he pushed his huge cockhead into me past my
sphincter. I was pushed forward, Jurgen's meat being forced even deeper
into my throat, he thrust his hips forwards, pushing my ass back deeper on
to Connor's cock, Jurgen pushed my head further down, both Connor's and his
dick now in line with my spine, they began to fuck me backwards and
forwards onto each of their hard cocks, Gunther below me continued working
my shaft and cockhead, this was amazing.

I could hear Jurgen and Connor talking, but couldn't make out what they
said, it soon became obvious as them both started to really pile drive
their cocks into me. It was ceasing to be pleasurable and I began to feel,
I was being used, I couldn't stop myself, I could feel my eyes turning to
bronze and as the hammering continued then to red, my fangs began to
descend. I glanced up at Jurgen, his face changed to one of shock and fear
as the hissing commenced in my gullet, he eased his cock from my throat and
barked at Connor, who similarly eased his thick meat stick out of my ass.

`Sorry Sir, we got carried away, your ass and mouth are amazing' Jurgen
rattled out, somewhat embarrassed.

With the brutal assault on my ass and throat stopped, I felt my eyes
returning to normal, my fangs retracting, I pulled my mouth off of Jurgen's
cock, gripping the shaft tightly.

`Remember, who is the boss'

I grinned taking him back into my mouth, Connor resumed his position deep
in my ass and slowly built up his rhythm again. I think I had unsettled
Jurgen, he eased out of my mouth and swapped round with Connor, I felt
Jurgen slide in balls deep and then I had to stretch my mouth to take
Connors flared cockhead, there was no way that was all that into my throat,
as I licked and sucked on it, I heard Gunther below me, urging me.

`Cum in my mouth Sir, we can start the ceremony now'

Hey he was right, in all the excitement of the last few days, it had
slipped my mind, I concentrated on the pleasure Gunther's mouth was giving
me and my shaft, it didn't take much more to have me pumping my load into
his willing mouth, I heard him slurping below me, then my cock hanging
free.

`Thank you Sir'

Gunther pulled out from under me and I felt him swapping with Jurgen, the
stress of the last few days was being well fucked out of me, out of the
corner of my eye I saw Jurgen's glistening hard eight inches spewing its
load into a small crystal water tumbler I kept by my bed, he grunted as he
squeezed his shaft forcing the last dribble into the glass, I could
immediately smell his offering, fresh cum there is no better fragrance. He
handed the glass to Connor, who pulled out of my mouth and began spurting
his offering into the glass too, I watched it dribble in thick hangs down
the side of the glass, now it was Gunther's turn, I felt him pull out of
me, my ass although well fucked felt empty, the glass was passed to him and
he moaned as his load joined the two others in the glass, the scent of
fresh cum was now overwhelming, the three of them sat on the bed in front
of me, their softening cocks, still fat, wet slugs. I smiled up at them
Connor dipped his finger into the cum and stirred it round, releasing even
more of its bouquet to assault my senses. I was handed the glass, I grinned
at them all

`Cheers' I said

As I upended the glass and hungrily drank down its contents.

`Do you wish to feed, Sir' it was Gunther

`Maybe later, Jurgen can have the honours tonight' I smiled at them all,
well satisfied, with the cum and the fucking they had given me. The three
of them climbed off the bed and picking up their clothes headed for the
door, I lay back as it clicked shut, my body still floating in pleasure. I
heard a loud shout and a laugh from outside my door, had me sitting up
again, then a light tap at the door.

`Come in'

The door open slowly and Ian's head peeked round it

`Come in Ian, How is Zeke?

`Sir, just to let you know Zeke has fed'

`I bet he has, come in and tell me all about it'

I pointed to the two chairs in the bay window overlooking the garden and
grabbed my housecoat, I joined Ian on the chairs, a quick glance out of the
window showed a lot of work was being done outside, I would see for myself
later exactly what.

`Well Sir' Ian commenced. After you had all left the parade and gone back
into the house, Zeke was asked to inspect the Hitler Youth troops, he asked
me to join him and together we walked up and down the rows, Zeke stopped in
front of the two Scharfuhrers(Squad Leaders), he got them to follow us back
to his room, it was them you saw with us in the corridor.

`How little it took to bring him round' I smiled as Ian nodded

Well once in the room, he ordered me to strip off in front of them, he
wanted them to see a real mans body. With me standing naked to attention he
then got them to strip off and stand either side of me, so he could compare
us.

I will let Zeke take over the story here.

I looked at the three of them, two naked 17 year olds standing tightly to
attention next to Ian, his body all man, theirs in between man and boy, I
looked at the first guy he was a pure blond, his hair closely shaved to the
sides of his head, the top was long and swept back, using some kind of
brill cream or hair oil, he had sapphire blue eyes, perfect teeth, he had a
teenagers chest, no chest hair, but had developed abs and the start of a
treasure trail round his bellybutton. Sadly it petered out before reaching
his blond pubes, which had been trimmed above his uncut cock, this was
currently a decent five inch lazy lob, sticking out over his medium sized
balls, pert bum, muscled thighs and athletic calves and nice boy feet.

Ian I have described many times, but I cannot help looking at and admiring
his body, he is everything I want to be and never will be, the second
Vampiric curse; never aging. Ian, was a tad shorter then these two guys,
only 5'9" at attention, his short brown hair kept classically short. His
eye's a green/grey, his chest was however no stranger to the gym he had a
broad muscled chest, coated with a light dusting of soft light brown hair,
his nipples small only slightly darker than his skin, his flat stomach,
hairless down to his navel. Then fine light brown hairs defined his happy
trail down to his cropped pubes, now the real difference between man and
boys, a thick cut seven inch cock, its large flared head, proudly standing
out over his shaved ball sac, another pert bum, thick athletic thighs,
muscled calves and man feet, broad and long.

The second Hitler Youth guy was dark haired, jet black tight cropped on the
sides again longer and floppier on the top, just like Ralph Fiennes when he
played Amon Goeth in Schindler's list. He was about six foot tall, with
turquoise blue eyes, they seemed unnaturally blue, again his chest was a
teenagers but more muscled than his blond comrade, he had a small patch of
short black hair between his pecs, defined abs and a wiry jet black
treasure trail leading down to a patch of trimmed black pubes, his cock was
thinner, still a decent uncut six inches though, he was rock hard, his
foreskin pulled back exposing his darker cockhead, another pert teen bum,
long legs lacking a bit of definition and finally long teen feet.

For a moment, I held back, realising I would never look like this,
condemned to a twelve year old body, I had been doing a lot of thinking
since Mark had left, trying to work out what the future held for me.

The excitement of the situation draining from me, I got all three to stand
in front of me and got on to my knees, taking each cock into my mouth in
turn, draining them of their cum, then who to feed from? I suppose it
didn't really matter as I could have the other one the next time, I chose
blondie, easing back his foreskin, I sucked his cock hard once more, before
piercing the underside with my fangs and enjoying the teen blood flowing
into me, I hadn't eaten properly in days, I felt Ian's hand on my shoulder

`Sir, Zeke, slowly, not too much'

I looked up at him, he was right the youth had collapsed backwards onto the
bed, time to stop.

Ian sat back in the chair his story finished,

`Ian, it sounds like young Zeke is really struggling with this age thing?

`Yes Jonathon, sorry, Sir' I nodded accepting his apology.

`Okay thank you Ian, you had better get back to him, I will see you again
later at the welcome party'

Ian stood, drawing himself to attention and nodded, turning back to me at
the door, he curtly nodded again before leaving the room. It seemed like my
afternoon session had been more fun than Zeke's. I decided to find Montfort
and speak to him, he was in his room, working at the table.

I bowed, to show him the respect he deserved,

`Montfort, once again I need your advice and guidance'

`Jonathon, come in, sit down, let me guess, it's about Young Zeke'

I nodded and sat down next to him, relayed what Ian had told me and what I
had been aware of yet supressing for some time; Zeke struggling with his
youthful body, yet having the knowledge and desires of an adult. Montfort,
sat back taking off his reading glasses, he looked thoughtful.

`Jonathon, I know you don't want to hear this, but it is exactly what I
tried to warn you of, when you agreed to take him on, I mean a Vampyre who
had been converted before reaching sixteen; has never settled successfully
before, there are no easy answers, he will always have the body he has now
and yet the thoughts and desires, as you put it, of an adult, I had hoped
that Mark, would be the one to settle down with him, but with all that
happened Mark has his own path to follow, have you heard from him at all?

`No'

I shook my head, adding

`I wish he would just contact Zeke and let him know he is okay, I am sure
Zeke thinks I did him in, I am finding it really difficult to deal with,
Zeke just doesn't want to listen to me and I can't stop myself showing how
pissed I am at him, I had hoped that with him taking the two Hitler Youth
leaders to his room today, he would have some fun, but all he really did
was torture himself, comparing his body to theirs'

Montfort nodded, then quietly spoke

`Is setting him up in his own household an option you think would work? I
mean with Ian, possibly a security team, because of his closeness to you,
and a substantial income, give him some responsibility; while you are here
to help and advise if needed? Let him, work out who he is, and what works
for him? Could we trust him, to do that?

Montfort looked closely at me, waiting for a reaction to his words. I sat,
trying to absorb the enormity of what he was proposing, Wow, I hadn't
really been expecting that suggestion. I chuckled inwardly to myself, was
this how all parents felt when one of their kids was going to fly the nest?
Oh it would be so easy for me to say, no he isn't old enough, but then
again, he was never going to look old enough, but his brain and knowledge,
were well ahead of any twelve year old. Is this what Zeke would want? He
had already accused me of not caring and now I was discussing, to see if he
fancied moving out and setting up on his own, I looked back at Montfort, he
obviously sensed my indecision.

`Well it's just a thought, after all he already has his own car'

Montfort smiled at me, I found myself nodding; he certainly did. Montfort
stood and walked to the window, I joined him, we both looked at the huge
marquee, the rhythmic music of a band, came through the glass.

`I think, it is going to be one hell of a party Jonathon, I command you to
have fun and enjoy it'

`Yes Sir'

Montfort embraced me, my mind raced back to the night he converted me or
was it saved me, I felt myself welling up, he looked me right in the eyes.

`Yes I know, he said, hugging me again.

`Now I have had some clothes put in your room, I want to see you in them
again, no arguments, do as your told for once'.

I took my leave of him and walked back down the corridor, I found myself
out side Zeke's room, I was about to knock, no it could wait until tomorrow
or longer. I continued along the corridor, pausing at one of the windows at
the front of the house, looking out into the courtyard, that was Zeke, he
wasn't in the house, he was getting into his open topped Mercedes, Ian
getting in beside him on the back seat; one of Ernst's drivers at the
wheel, I watched the car head off down the drive, where was he off to? I
thought about sending Gunther off after them, but it was getting on and I
had to get ready for the party; I was under orders.

I must have dozed off on my bed, only for thirty minutes or so, I was woken
by Gunther's voice.

`Sir, wake up, it is time to get ready for the party, Montfort wants
everyone there on time'

I rubbed my eyes, opening them,

`Christ Gunther, what are you wearing?

`Montfort's orders Sir and this is for you'

Gunther snapped to attention, staring straight ahead, his brown jackboots,
giving a sharp report as he clicked his heels together. He was holding up,
a coat hanger, from which hung, an SA Gruppenfuhrer's, uniform, a replica
of my old SA uniform, before I had transferred into the SS, So that was
Montfort's surprise for the night, we would all be dressed in SA uniforms,
as we had been so many times before in the nineteen twenties. This was all
getting a bit surreal, Gunther helped me dress, I stood in front of the
full length mirror, my imagination slowly forming as I concentrated on
giving myself a reflection.

`You look very smart Sir' Gunther snapped

My image faded as I heard a knock at my door, I looked round as Gunther
crossed to open the door, I was expecting to see Montfort's grinning face,
checking to see if I was wearing my uniform as the door opened, I shouted

`I am wearing it, I'm wearing it'

`And very smart you look too' my face dropped, it was Chris; yes my Chris,
dressed as an SA Stormtrooper, standing next to him was Zeke, his face a
huge grin. My mouth hanging open, confirming I was in shock, I looked at
Zeke in his Hitler Youth Uniform.

`Jonathon, I present your partner for tonight's party' Zeke giggled and
seemed to push Chris in the back and closed the door behind him.

`Chris' I stammered, `I wasn't expecting you, err, sorry about all this
nonsense'. I looked down at my uniform.

`Jonathon, stop, Zeke told me all about the (he made inverted comma sign in
the air) fancy dress party, I wouldn't miss the chance of being with you
just because of the uniform, I see you out rank me, do I have to call you
Sir or Gruppenfuhrer?' he gave me a dirty smile and winked, then continued
`plus I got to ride in Zeke's amazing car' he laughed, `why don't you have
one like that? That would be a real giggle, driving round waving at the
locals, you slink about in yours with is blacked out windows, like some
kind of recluse'.

His face resumed that amazing smile of his, as he flicked his blond fringe
back and snapped to attention, a smart salute followed.

`I thought you would be disgus...' I tried to speak again

Chris crossed to me, his lips, stopping any more words from forming on
mine, maybe this was going to be a good night after all.

`Sir'

It was Gunther, I hadn't really been aware he had left us alone for a few
moments, he came back into the room from the bathroom, Zoltan and Boyra at
his heels, both dogs, freshly groomed, their black and tan coats
gleaming. My gaze went straight to their necks, both were wearing new
collars, yes you have guessed it; a thick black leather strap, with
numerous small, black red and white swastika flags bordered in gold going
right round.

`What do you think Sir, Ernst had them made' Gunther added.

I smiled at him, I am sure he had. The dogs bounded over to Chris and I, we
both got down on our hunkers to greet them, I was pleased to see Chris was
a dog lover. Another mental note to self.

I stood, having given them both a hug and saying how smart they looked in
their new collars.

`You look very smart too' It was Zoltan,

I looked down at him, this telepathy with my dog was going to take some
getting used to.

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