Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2020 23:52:51 +0100 (BST) From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" Subject: Vampyre Part 42 IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS: There are references made to Hotels and Aristocratic titled personages around England and Scotland. None of the story features about those places or named titles personages are true, none of what you are about to read actually happened. This story and all the characters are 100% fiction. 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 enjoy my stories or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little bit helps. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html -------------------------------------------------------------------- `A little thank you to you both for all your service to us' Gunther clicked to attention `There's no need for that, just give us a hug each' I added quickly, they both moved forward and the four of us exchanged hugs, Chris flicked up Phillipe's kilt as he was putting on his Rolex, a flash of thick cock flesh confirmed, Philippe had dressed as a `true Scotsman too'. ***************************** Vampyre - Part Forty Two A few short hours later, Chris and I stood in front of the full length mirrors in the bedroom of our suite. `Remember concentrate hard and you will appear' I smiled at Chris `Very impressive, very smart, you both look very smart, Gentlemen' Did Gunther just sneer towards Chris? No I must have misread it, I know since the rooftop incident, he seemed to be watching Chris, almost with suspicion. `Thank you Gunther, I have to agree with you' Gunther and Philippe stood either side of us, Chris and I in the middle, both dressed in Kilt's of the green Ancient Graham tartan, our higher cut jackets and fly plaids, laced up black ghillie brogues conferring on us a smarter look, where as they looked more functional in their full waist Argyle jackets and Kilts of the red version of the Ancient Graham tartan. `Excellent, Gunther are the rest of the security detail ready? `Yes Sir, I will bring them in' The remaining six guys of my security detail came into the room, all dressed matching Gunther and Philippe, they lined up across the room. `I think we should check they are all dressed as true Scotsmen' Chris laughed out loud `Come on Kilts up' The security guys all grasped the front hems of their Kilts and pulled them up, they stood cocks hanging on full display. `I should have had my camera ready, thank you gentlemen, as you were' Chris nodded, he truly looked stunning, the swirl of his Kilt as he moved, had me chubbing up. I stepped forward, this would be the last time I would be able to address them all before the evening started. `Gentlemen, tonight is a very important night as Chris and I will be the special guests of the Duke of Montrose at the Tattoo, the Duke is not only a senior member of the peerage he is also an Old One and must be shown respect befitting his rank, by everyone, his safety is paramount and for this evening you will be under his head of security's command, with the exception of Gunther and Phillipe, who will remain next to Chris and me at all times. We are going down to a small reception before we leave for the Castle and the Tattoo and then, after we will be returning for an evening of celebrations, thank you for your attention' The security detail, turned and filed out of the room `Chris, I am sorry but, you will have to show your respects to the Duke in the accepted manner' Chris looked at me `Maybe he should be showing his respects to me, it is not every day he gets to meet a `fallen angel'' Chris tried to keep his face serious, but failed and burst out laughing `Come here, don't be daft I would never embarrass you, knowing you, you have probably known him for centuries' Chris embraced me `Well, yes, I was there when he was made Duke in 1707, previously he had been the 4th Marquis of Montrose, I will fill in all the detail another time' `Come on then, let's get downstairs and you can introduce me to him' We turned to leave `Excuse me Sir' `Yes Gunther' `Are you taking the dogs to night Sir, or leaving them here like earlier? `Err, what do you think Chris? `Sir, if it helps the Duke's man sent over two collars for them to wear' `Well we had better take them then, bring them in' Zoltan and Boyra entered the room, their black and tan coats gleaming, around each of their necks was a heavy leather collar, with short iron spikes protruding, hanging from that a flash of the red Graham Tartan. Chris got down on his knees and called the dogs over `Come on boys, you look very smart too' With one last check, that we were totally ready, we left the suite and went down to the hotel foyer, it had been transformed with accents of tartan hanging from the columns and balustrades. As Chris and I, followed by Gunther and Philippe, Boyra and Zoltan, stepped from the lift, three Pipers accompanied by two drummers began playing Highland laddie, we were greeted by the hotel General Manager, he bowed before us and invited us to follow him down a line of staff into the Trianon Suite set out for the meet and greet reception, once the doors were closed behind us, we were introduced to the other department managers, we made pleasant conversation and then they were led from the room leaving us alone with the General Manager and various members of our security detail. `I understand the Duke will be with us very shortly' The Manager had barely finished, when the Pipes and Drums in the foyer started up with `The Black Bear', the Manager hurried from the room so that he was able to meet the Duke at the hotel entrance, we stood in silence, it had been over a year since I had seen `Montrose'; he had been present when I was anointed an Old One, but we hadn't managed to catch up, a lot had happened since then. As the doors were opened the room flooded with the sound of pipes and drums, we stood to attention; I hoped Chris would show him the respect he deserved. Then, there he was striding into the room in full Highland dress matching Chris and mine, he marched up to us his hand outstretched to me. I sensed Chris drop to one knee his arms outstretched above his head. `Jonathon you old dog, fantastic to see you again, absolutely fantastic' We stepped back and formally bowed to each other, a bow with a flourish of our arms, just like we had done back in 1707, it had taken me ages to master it then, but I still remembered how to do it now. `Montrose, it is great to see you again, please allow me to present my partner Chris' Montrose looked down at Chris, who was still on one knee and allowed Chris to take his hand and touch it to his forehead, formalities over, Montrose said `Get up man, get up and let me see who has finally made an honest man of this old dog' Montrose took Chris' hand and helped him up, he pulled Chris towards him and hugged him. `Welcome to the family, welcome!' Chris looked both startled and touched at the warmth shown him, I too was gladdened by the honour Montrose had accorded Chris in turn. `Champagne' Montrose called out An immaculately attired waiter appeared beside the General Manager, carrying a silver tray holding three brimming champagne glasses. Montrose took one and handed it to me and then took the other two handing one to Chris and keeping the other for himself. I hear you sacked the old General Manager, obnoxious fellow well done, never did know his place, you should have let your dog's rip his throat out' I smiled and looked at the newly appointed General Manager and then at Zoltan and Boyra, Montrose was well informed. Montrose continued. `I hope you're going to enjoy this evening, it is not often I get to entertain a fellow Old One' We stood catching up, all of us laughing at the stories Montrose told so animatedly, one of Montrose's men came up and whispered in his ear. `Gentlemen, are we ready, it is time to leave, our public awaits it's Princes of the night, if only they knew the truth', He smiled at us both, with me on his right and Chris on his left we walked to the renewed strains of the pipes and drums back into the foyer the tune Highland Cathedral accompanying our departure. Philippe and Gunther were waiting in the hotel courtyard, they opened both of the rear doors of my Mercedes as we approached, Montrose and I took the main seats with Chris hopping on one of the jump seats, the doors secure, we set off with the Dukes security out in front and bringing up the rear. The small motorcade travelled through the streets and then onto the cobbles of the Royal Mile for the final approach to the Castle Esplanade, to a myriad of camera flashes the cars swept on to the tattoo parade ground, carefully turning in front of the seated crowds and pulled to a stop at the stairs to the Royal Box, as was fitting Montrose got out of the car first then joined by Chris and myself, a waiting line of Military Officers saluted and were introduced to us all, before we climbed the stairs to the box, more champagne and then we were plunged into darkness, I saw Chris jump, his eyes flashed red. I leaned over to him `Chris it is fine, it always starts like this' I caught his glance skywards. `A warning, wouldn't have gone a miss' `Its fine Jonathon, it needs livening up' Montrose laughed I sat imagining the carnage that could have ensued. A lone spot light illuminated a solitary piper high on the castle battlements, and the faint skirl of pipes drifted over the crowd, this was followed by a hundred drummers striking up, the main castle gates opening and the mass bands marching into the arena. We sat in silence as the first few groups appearing at the Tattoo completed their various sets; some better than others. Another drum roll announced the appearance of an American rifle display team, in white caps, smart sky blue jackets highlighted in gold braid and finished off in white trousers and highly polished black shoes, I saw Chris sit forward `Now this is more like it' he grinned `Do you want a couple sent to the Hotel for later? Montrose asked leaning into Chris Chris, looked at me and then back at Montrose `That would be very generous, Your Grace' Montrose smiled at me nodding. Next eight groups of four males in full Highland dress all carrying basket hilt swords set up the crossed swords for a display of the sword dance, Chris sat forward again. `I'll have a few of those sent up to the Hotel too shall I? Montrose, gripped Chris' knee laughing again, as Chris nodded. The Tattoo came to an end with a spectacular firework display, to clapping crowds and a rendition of God Save the Queen, we rose from our seats and made our way back down the stairs to the cars, which were now parked up on the Royal Mile. Montrose took me to the side `Jonathon as much as I would love to join you both for some fun, I have to head off, I have sent those guys Chris was watching so closely, up to the Hotel, have fun and I have put Eilean Donan at your disposal, have fun, look after yourself you old rogue' Montrose embraced me tightly and then reached out to shake Chris' hand, Chris dropped to his knee in the street and took the Dukes hand and touched it to his forehead, Montrose winked at me and mouthed `he's a keeper', thanking Chris he helped him up, embracing him tightly too. With that he got into his own car and was gone. Chris and I got back into our car and Philippe drove us back to the Caledonian. The General Manager, was aware that the reception was cancelled, but we were still met with more pipers and drummers, he escorted us to the lift, `Your evening's entertainment is already in your room Sir'. I thanked him and up we went, Montrose the old rogue had lived up to his family moto `Ne Oublie' `Forget Not' in the room where two of the American rifle display team, now minus rifles and their white trousers, but still sporting their sky blue dress jackets, both appeared to be in white boxer briefs, they were sitting drinking on the couches. As we walked into the room two pipers started playing and four of the sword dancers marched into the room, bowed and then danced again, with the dance over the piper left leaving the four dancers. `Help yourselves to drinks Gentlemen' I pointed to the side tables and they went to get themselves drinks. Chris looked at me `Do you mind if I have some fun? `I think that's what Montrose intended, do you mind if I just pick one and head off to bed though, I am pretty tired' `Up to you as long as you don't mind me having fun' `Good night' Chris' eyes began checking out the guys, I selected one of the highland dancers and had him follow me, as I left the room I saw Chris was stripping off, dropping garments on the floor, till he stood in just his sporran, I smiled to myself, he was going to have fun. Chris I can't say I wasn't a little bit disappointed that Jonathon had decide to head off to bed, here was a smorgasbord of fit male flesh alas, now all for me. I headed into the bathroom, for a quick freshen up. I still wasn't used to looking in a mirror and seeing no reflection it gave me a bit of a turn, I concentrated hard, smiling as my image slowly appeared. I filled the sink and closing my eyes splashed the water on my face, I rubbed the water from my eyes. `Fucking hell' I jumped round `Not quite, in fact the very opposite' `Raphael, what are you doing here, for Christ's sake he will hear you' Raphael was hovering just above the ground, a bright white light illuminating and highlighting his shimmering outline. `Have you decide yet? You realise it is you or him, don't you? `No I can't, I can't hurt him' Raphael's serene smile vanished, his eyes turned black `You will complete your mission, you will kill him or you will pay the price, now get it done, or you will forever be condemned to be a base beast of the night' Raphael's body exploded in a ball of white light, I shielded my eyes as I was flung by an invisible force to the floor and he was gone. I got myself together and opened the bathroom door, Gunther was standing looking at me. `Is everything okay Sir? I heard people talking' He looked past me into the empty bathroom. `What did you hear? I tried to enter his mind, he thought against it, he seemed to concentrate even more, he knew what I had tried to do, but I was still to new a convert and no way powerful enough yet. `What did you hear, I said? Answer me Gunther' `I heard nothing Sir' Gunther clicked to attention, bowed and left. Now what had he heard, I had to get Jonathon to turn against this ever present German. My thoughts of a fun wild evening of sex were fast evaporating, I could feel my mood changing. I had the guys line up, as expected two hung cut Americans and three uncut and not so hung Scottish soldiers. I stood looking at them naked before me, why are Americans always hung? Did only hung guys, emigrate to America at the times of the East European Pogroms, the Highland Clearances and the Irish Potato famine and all those other events throughout history, leaving only small dicked guys back home? I chuckled to myself, I would have to ask Jonathon. With the American guys either side of me on the couch, I got the three Scots to wank into a crystal whiskey tumbler, this I had topped up with a fifty year old single malt one of my new American friends had found on the bar. I took a taste, boy was that smooth, the malt if anything enhanced the taste, I drained the glass, enjoying the warmth of the Whisky and electrifying assault of the cum on my senses, I felt my eyes flash bronze, I gestured the first dancer over, he was probably in his mid-twenties, a new man, his manscaped cock and balls, hung just in front of me, his six inch cock hanging horizontal to his body, a last pearl of cum oozing from his cock lips. I gripped his shaft, pulling completely back his loose foreskin, his bellend throbbed, I licked the pearl of cum, enjoying the rush it gave me, turning his cock over, I fed, after a few minutes, I felt his knees buckle, I let go of him and pushed him away. Twenty minutes later I had finished feeding from dancers number two and three, blood dribbled down my chin, my eyes red discs, I sat back, my head pounding, endorphins washing my cerebral cortex, I sat back numb. The three dancing soldiers, were laid collapsed on the couch opposite. I gazed at them, my head floating in pleasure. I felt a mouth on my cock I looked down; in my haze, I hadn't noticed the two Americans get onto their knees before me, as one stroked the insides of my thighs the other gripped my hard cock, they took turns kissing my exposed belled and swirling their tongues across it, licking the shaft till is was harder than it had ever been, mouths sucking in my balls stretching them till they could no longer contain them. I sat stupefied, from the dancers cum and blood, while these two horny guys worked my meat. I pulled one up off the floor and got him to stand on the couch his legs straddling me, his thick hard cut cock strained centimetres from my lips, I gripped his swinging balls tight, twisting them as I pulled him closer, his cock head began dripping precum, I gripped his shaft and worked him hard his knees buckling as I increased the pain to his balls, my tongue lapping up and coating the inside of my mouth with his sweet precum, I pulled his cock deep into my mouth, and still gripping his balls got him to slowly start fucking my face. I let my fangs drop and drag over his throbbing bellend, the taste of blood hit me again, I had only ever been shown to feed from the underside of a cock, what difference could it make, I plunged my fangs into his bellend, he struggled, I grabbed one hand round his arse and the other I kept on his balls preventing him from pulling away, blood was filling my mouth, running down my cheeks, whether it was his struggling or who knows what, he began to cum, spurting his thick load into my already over loaded mouth, again I felt my mind flip, I released my fangs, he pulled out of me, he staggered backwards, blood pouring from his cock; maybe that's why you should only feed from the underside of the shaft, he crumpled to the floor, on the way down, he landed on the coffee table, the glass top shattered and the wood splintered, Gunther rushed into the room, with Philippe. `Is everything okay Sir' I grinned stupidly at them, my mouth and chin covered in blood `He fell over' I giggled, pointing at the American. `God, he is bleeding badly' Gunther and Phillipe, crossed over to him, I sat still grinning at them. `Does his cock needs first aid?' I laughed at the ludicrousness of my own statement, the other American was still sucking on my cock, Gunther and Phillipe, picked the guy up and were leading him to the bathroom. `What's happening? I heard a crash' Jonathon came into the room `Jesus, Chris, what have you done? `Jesus, Chris, what have you done? I mimicked his voice `I am enjoying myself, you should fucking try it' I pushed the guy's head deeper onto my cock, he began to splutter and cough, struggling to get free, I stared at Jonathon, gripped the guy's head and began to skull fuck his face, the guy was going blue, snot and crap pouring from his nose and mouth. `Chris let him go, let him go now' `Are you going to make me? I got up and pushed the guy away, he lay spluttering and heaving on the floor. `Chris, look calm down you have over done it, chill there is no need for this' `Oh here we go again goody two shoes, thinks I have had enough, you have no idea' Jonathon I couldn't quite believe the scene before me three unconscious squaddies, both Gunther and Philippe were still in their kilts helping one of the American rifle men into the bathroom, his cock and balls dripping in blood, blood smears all down his legs, Chris on the couch grinning like an idiot, then acting stupid as I tried to reason with him. It hurt as he mocked my voice, he had then stared right at me and began skull fucking the other guy as I watched, challenging me to do something about it. `Chris let him go, let him go now' `Are you going to make me? I couldn't believe my ears, I watched as Chris got up and pushed the guy away, the American lay spluttering and heaving on the floor. `Chris, look calm down, you have over done it, chill there is no need for this' `Oh here we go again goody two shoes, thinks I have had enough, you have no idea' A bright light illuminated one end of the room, its radiance giving a warm glow to the rest of the room, I saw Chris stare directly at it, was that recognition or disgust on his face, I stared at the light, I could see nothing. `Finish it' I heard that, but had no idea where is had come from, then aggressive barking, I felt a wet muzzle press against my hand and then more growling as Zoltan and Boyra, bared their teeth first at the light and then at Chris. Chris his face blank, appeared to nod and then kicked down at the remaining part of the coffee table he bent down picking up a shattered leg. I stood watching him not really sure what was going to happen next. `Fuck you and your dogs' Chris hissed, his eyes flashed red and his fangs dropped `Chris, please you have had too much to drink, calm yourself down' I stood motionless, my mind disbelieving what was happening, Chris launched himself at me, the wooden table leg, moved in slow motion through the air towards me, then from slow motion everything flashed to twice speed, I was hit heavily on myside by a dark haired figure, the momentum knocking me to the floor, I looked up to see Zoltan leaping forward catching the wooden table leg in his jaw defecting it away from me, his sleek black body crashing into Chris', I was pushed flat to the floor, by Phillipe, who clambered over me, protecting me with his body. The final thing I saw, was Chris stumbling forward, his balance upset by Zoltan and the fact he was pissed, he crashed down to the floor and as he went to get up he was knocked out cold by the chair Gunther brought down on his head. Another bight flash illuminated the room and then the light was gone. `Are you okay Sir? Are you okay?' Philippe was still on top of me, I found my head under Philippe's kilt, face to face with his cock and balls, normally this would have been all the introduction I needed. I felt Phillipe raise himself up, he pulled up his kilt revealing my head, he glanced round and seeing all was finally quiet, he rolled off me and then stood up, reaching his hand down to me, I stood up, Zoltan and Boyra, were standing growling at the unconscious Chris, Gunther looked shocked, he looked at me, panic and fear written all over his face, he dropped to one knee. `I am sorry Sir, I, I, thought he was going to kill you' I motioned for Gunther to get up, finally regaining control of my thought process. `Are you all okay? I looked round at each of them, they all nodded, even Zoltan. `Gunther, you had better let Martin know what's happened and get the rest of the security detail in here, get someone to take care of Chris, can you also call for the manager so we can get this mess cleared up. Tomorrow we will return to the Manor' `Yes Sir' ***************** Guys, it's always great to hear by email that you are enjoying the story and want it to carry on. 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