Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2020 21:42:04 +0100 (BST)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Vampyre Part 40

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The lead car peeled off as we drove into the courtyard of the Caledonian
Hotel, Edinburgh, Phillipe pulled up outside the main entrance, I looked up
at the Castle to our left, its red grey walls illuminated by powerful
lights, the walls started down at us, it had been many years since I had
been in Edinburgh, I felt a shiver. Phillipe opened the Mercedes door and I
got out into the cool evening air, soon joined by Chris, we stood as
Phillipe moved the car, Gunther called over the uniformed doorman, who
assisted him with our luggage, the doors swung open in front of us and a
middle aged guy in full highland kilt, welcomed us, identifying himself as
the manager and leading us to the lifts and on up to our Royal Suite, he
opened the large oak door with a flourish.

`Welcome to Edinburgh gentlemen'


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Vampyre - Part Forty


`Excusez-moi, les Thermes de Guerlain sont-ils toujours ouverts?'

I got a bit of a surprise, Chris' French was perfect, no doubt from his
time spent with Phillipe, but if he thought he was going to catch out the
manager he was mistaken. He also responded in perfect French.

`Pour vous, Monsieur. Tout'

`You want to go to the spa now? I asked

Chris grinned and winked at me

`I thought I might get myself a nightcap'

`Can't you wait until tomorrow, it may be busier, I may even join you?

Chris thought for a moment before nodding.

`Will there be anything else, Gentlemen?

The manager waited until I shook my head, before closing the heavy door to
the suite.

`Come and look at the beautiful view of the Castle and Edinburgh's skyline'

I opened the French doors which lead on to our roof top terrace, a serene
spot above the bustling traffic below, I wrapped my arm round Chris' waist
as he joined me and we looked up toward the Castle, it looked magnificent,
the illumination of its ramparts, projecting powerfulness with just a hint
of foreboding.

`So what are we going to do tonight?

I felt my heart sink, just a bit

`I thought we, could have a quiet night just the two of us'

`What and waste a night out?'

Chris moved closer to the low stone wall which surrounded the terrace, he
peered over the edge, the drop was straight down five or six flights to the
cobbled road below.

`Hey Jonathon, look at this'

I moved next to him, he wrapped his arm around my waist again, it felt so
comforting, we stood watching the lights, I felt his hand sliding down to
my bum and then slowly up to the middle of my back.

`Or we could go for a fly'

The words hung in the air as I felt him give me a hefty shove in the small
of my back, I stumbled forward, suddenly aware I was falling; Christ I was
falling, my arms flailed, I must have tripped, as the ground rushed towards
me, I finally snapped into action, transforming just in time, I looked
round, I was alone, just feet from the cobbles, I got a grip of myself and
flew back up to the roof terrace.

Gunther had joined Chris on the terrace and the two of them were having a
bit of a shoving match, I landed transforming again, Gunther's face beamed
relief.

`Hey you two, what's going on?'

`Thank god you're okay, I was just inside when I saw him push you over the
edge Sir'

`Jonathon, what is wrong with this thick German? I was about to join you
flying when he grabbed me and accused me of pushing you'

Chris' voice had a sarcastic mocking tone

`Sir, that's not what happened'

Gunther pleaded, he went to speak again, this time Chris backhanded Gunther
across the face.

`Now shut up and get out, remember your place'

Chris looked furious, his eyes, now flaming bronze discs.

`Hey calm down, both of you, Gunther, my friend, I am sure your mistaken,
take the rest of the night off, we can speak again in the morning'

`You always take his side, perhaps you would rather be with him?'

Chris hissed at me, before storming back into the suite.

Gunther, looked shell shocked, he dabbed his lip with his hankie, blood
staining the white linen, his cheek, reddening. I could smell the blood and
sense the growing bruise, I tried to reassure him by giving him a little
smile.

`Take the rest of the night off my friend'

`Sir, please, that's not what happened, I saw ...'

`Gunther enough now please, off you go, have a few drinks with Phillipe in
your rooms'

Gunther shook his head and nodding curtly, turned and left. I walked back
towards the French doors into the suite; of course he hadn't pushed me, I
would have to speak to Gunther he only ever saw the bad in Chris, he had
been mistaken.

I had a look round, Chris had gone from the suite, I returned to the roof
terrace, taking one of the comfortable chairs, I stared up at the Castle,
`pushed' I laughed to myself.


Chris

That bloody German, I headed down to the Health Spa, welcomed by the
smiling receptionist, she listed a number of Spa packages.

`Is the massage by a male masseur?

`Yes Sir, Henri, will be your masseur' I quickly scanned the staff photo
board, oh yes he would do nicely. The receptionist handed me a pile of
towels and took me to the door of the Gentlemen's changing room. Once
inside, I stripped off and placed my cloths in one of the vacant lockers,
with a small white towel fixed round my waist I went through the door
signed posted massage pods.

As I stood wondering which one to enter, a panel opened in the wall,
obviously a hidden door, I was greeted by a beautiful male, late teens, jet
black hair, with Turkish skin colouring, his skin had an exotic sheen,
lovely, his colouring set off by the pure white polo shirt and shirt
shorts, he was wearing; both highlighted in gold thread, I stared at his
legs, thick dark hair lead down to his wide feet, he was wearing a pair of
wooden Spa clogs.

He opened one of the other doors and ushered me inside, the room was
deceptively large, in the centre was a massage table, draped in a thick
white towel, red rose petals had been scattered at the head end, the room
lighting subtly changed and as he got himself ready warming the oils,
relaxing pan pipe music filled the air. He indicated for me to get on the
bed, I gave him one of my smiles as I dropped my waist towel, I let it fall
to the floor, I watched his face as his eyes scanned my body, paying
particular attention to my soft fat cock swinging as I walked to the table,
he went behind me and picked up my towel.

`Would you like to wear?

He spoke in broken English, I shook my head, as I laid aback on the massage
table, I could feel his eyes still on me.

`How do you want me?

I asked, I wish I knew what his first language was, no worry; I would be
speaking it fluently soon enough.

`On front, please'

I rolled over, I was going to enjoy this. I lay giving the occasional grunt
and groan as he massaged away, all the stress of the last few weeks, with
my back done, he indicated for me to turn over, I hope he was ready for
this, my cock was now a full mast and swung up as I turned, I heard him
gasp this time, I lay on my back staring at him, as he began warming some
more oils, I gripped my cock firmly at the base and squeezed, he glanced at
me and smiled, I decided to move things on, he turned to face me and pulled
off his white T shirt letting it drop to the floor, next he undid and
dropped his shorts, he was commando underneath, a nice thick dark
circumcised cock hung over two nice sized balls, his body covered in short
clippered black hair, he slipped off the clogs and picking up the oil
crucible he climbed onto the massage table.

I smiled up at him as he sat astride me, he poured the oil in the crucible
across and down his chest and groin, placing down the crucible, he lay
forward on to my naked chest and cock, slowly and surely rubbing his body
all over mine, with his face centimetres from mine I gripped the sides of
his face and pulled his lips to mine, forcing my tongue into his
mouth. With his naked teen oil covered body massaging mine, his cock was
soon as hard as mine, I slipped my hand down and took hold of his thick
shaft, I pushed him upright so he was seated astride me again and then half
pulled half slid him up my chest, his shaft was a good seven inches with a
perfect mushroom head, slightly darker than the rest of his shaft, it
glistened in oil or was it precum, I flicked out my tongue, running it
across his bellend, lovely it was precum, I felt my head swim as my body
absorbed and reacted to it, I pulled his bellend into my mouth and began to
suck and wank him, savouring each gush of teen precum, but getting
desperate for the main event, I was working his cock hard, his face
occasionally wincing as I caught him on my teeth or rubbed his skin too
hard, I was determined to get what I wanted, my hand a blur on his cock,
`ohh fuck this', I rammed a finger into his arse, he yelped as he tried to
get off me, holding him tight I pressed hard on to his prostrate, his body
flopped and his cock began spurting, my tongue scooped up each dollop,
pressing it to the roof of my mouth, forcing it into my system, I felt my
head spinning as my fangs snapped into his shaft tearing part of the
bellend skin, I felt his blood spewing into my mouth, He was struggling
against me. I felt my eyes switch blood red, he let out a scream, shit,
shit, shit, with lightning speed my fist lashed out punching him hard in
the head, his head flipped back, I spun him on to his back, his legs
hanging over the head end of the table, while I continued to feed.

Jonathon

I had sat for about thirty minutes, running over the roof terrace events;
pushed indeed, an easy mistake for Gunther to make after all he did care
for me a lot. I decided to go looking for Chris, assure him it had all been
a mistake, hopefully he wouldn't be far, as I entered the foyer I was
approached by suited gent, I could sense he was one of us.

`I am the deputy manager, this way pleased' he hissed at me

Gripping my arm he led me down to the Spa, we went by the back route,
emerging into one of the massage pods, via what looked like a wall panel,
the room was a mess, Chris was sitting naked on the massage table at his
feet on the floor a naked youth, his black crutch hairs matted with blood,
more splatters of blood were on the white towel which had fallen with him
as he fell from the bed, two members of hotel staff were working on him, it
looked like administering first aid.

`For Christ sake Chris, what have you done?

`There you go again, it always has to be my fault doesn't it, this prick
attacked me, that's what happened'

He pointed his bare foot at the unconscious youth.

The deputy manager looked at me, he went to speak, but knowing I was of a
much higher rank, thought better of it.

`If you leave everything to me Sir' he said bowing slightly

I nodded

`Chris get dressed, now'

Chris sneered at the boy on the floor making a point of bumping him with
his legs as he said.

`Tesekkur ederim evlat'

He left the room, I looked at the deputy manager, he translated

`It's Turkish, it means, `thank you boy''

I nodded, feeling his eyes filled with hatred burning into me.

`Thank you'

What else could I say, I caught up with Chris, just as the lift doors to
the suites' floor, was closing, I managed to get my hand in causing the
auto opener to reopen the doors. Before I could say anything, Chris glared
at me

`Don't bother, I am not interested in hearing it'

He closed his eyes as he folded his arms, leaving just the sound of the
lift, humming around us. Chris headed straight for bed, I went out on to
the roof terrace, I needed to think, the internal room phone rang I
answered it, it was the deputy manager, as respectful as he was, I could
sense in his voice he thought we were just playboys, doing what we wanted
to who we wanted, he explained the masseur Henri, would be okay after a few
days off, I insisted he pay the lad a lump sum and then unable to even
begin justifying what had happened, I got off the phone as quick as I
could.

I sat watching the changing night sky until the very first signs of dawn, I
went through to bed, my angel was laying naked, how could something so
beautiful be so brutal, he murmured as I snuggled up to him

`Love you' he muttered

I kissed him. I drifted off to sleep, I don't know for how long. In my
dream I could hear voices, raised voices, no, hang on, I could hear raised
voices! I felt for Chris, he wasn't next to me; oh not again, not him and
Gunther having round two? I stained to listen, I could see an unnaturally
bright light coming from under the bathroom door,

`You're as bad as him, it wasn't my fault he transformed'

I got out of bed and walked to the door

An unintelligible mumble was all I heard

`Fuck you Raphael'

I tried the door handle, the door was locked, a murmur then silence. The
bright light under the door dimmed, I barged the door open, the lock gave
way easily and I found myself next to Chris in the centre of the room, he
looked startled.

`Who were you talking to? I barked at him

`What? He seemed to gather himself. `Who was I talking to? He exaggeratedly
began peering round the empty room.

`There's no one fucking here you idiot, but I will tell you something, I am
getting fucking fed up of you not trusting me, just because you keep
hearing imaginary voices'

He pushed past me

`Chris please'

He didn't stop, he just went straight back to the bed leaving me standing
in the empty room, I must be going mad, I was sure I heard him say
Raphael. No I must be mistaken, I really need a break.

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