Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2019 14:37:07 +0000 (GMT)
From: "blackscar01@btinternet.com" <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Vampyre - Part 5

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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.

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I kissed his lips, thank goodness, he was still alive, very weak, but
alive, I pushed my arm under his head and cuddled up to him, stroking his
firm body; I could convert him now, just some of my blood on his lips would
do it, he had already had my spunk, NO, he had a wife and unborn child,
converting him would be sentencing him to watch them grown old and die,
while he never aged; just what had happened to me.

I kissed him once more, my tears splashing on to his face and running down
his cheeks, I held him tight burying my face into his neck, I sobbed, the
music which had been encouraging our exertion's until now, changed to
Annie's song by John Denver; Life is so unfair, I broke down pulling the
fur throw over us.



Vampyre - Part Five



I was a mess, Pyotr took Chris home and made sure he was okay, Zeke he had
dumped in his bedroom, he would sleep it off by tomorrow.

Zeke

The house's music system had been pumping out a steady stream of songs for
two days, Diana Ross `Do you know where your going to?, Skeeter Davis `The
end of the World' Barry Manilow's `Can't smile without you' and `Could it
be Magic', Queens `Who wants to live for ever', Elton John's `Song for guy'
ABBA `My love, My Life'

`What's going on Pyotr? I asked `Is Jonathon okay? Even Pyotr didn't know
the answer to this one, he just shrugged his shoulders. `Has he come out of
his room yet? Pyotr shook his head. `Well it is driving me nuts, I am going
to put on something more cheerful and I am getting hungry, he is supposed
to be looking after me' As I approached the music system Zoltan moved in
front of it, the song changed to `Never ending story' by Limhal. `That's
it, for Christ sake dog, we are all going mad in here. Oh I am going out'
the kitchen door banged shut behind me, I began to run across the yard,
transforming into a bat about half way, I rose high in the evening sky,
where to go.

Well here I was, the usual for me, now where to go and all night to get
there, I thought to myself, whatever was wrong with Jonathon, I hoped he
would snap out of it soon, it all seemed to be over that Chris from the
farm. What was that, loud bangs, followed by ratatatatat raatatatata, that
must be coming from the army training ground nearby, a night exercise, I
began flapping, it was a bit away. As I got closer, I could make out
several soldiers, sitting in the centre of a piece of woodland, they had
other troops, sentries around the perimeter, I flapped into one of the
trees and had a look around, six soldiers here and four more out on the
wood line, I flew past one of them, he jumped and tried to swat me away, I
went behind a nearby log and transformed myself back into me, I could hear
the soldier moving towards me, he wasn't very quiet. I waited till he was
very close and then stepped out in front of him

`Oh fuck' clatter, he dropped his rifle, `Christ who the fuck are yo...' He
stopped in his tracks, his eyes on mine; now what to do with him. Fuck I
was hungry, he leaned up against a tree and undid his belt pulling open and
down his trousers, his meat hung in the dark, I reached out and cupped his
balls, not big, less than average and in a hairless sac, I gripped his
cock, it was about 3-4 inches soft, reasonable thickness, I took him into
my mouth and began sucking some life into him, he had obviously been out on
patrol for a few days, his skin tasted of old sweat, stale piss and a bit
grimy, hopefully he hadn't come for a few day either, I hoped as he began
to swell in my mouth, he reached his full 6" quickly, I began wanking him
hard, he wasn't bad, better than I had first thought, my combination of
sucking and wanking, soon had him panting, his knees buckled, his hips
seemed to recoil, then bang, a great dollop of cum hit the back of my
throat, then a steady stream erupted from his cock, across my tongue, I
swallowed it down as quick as he could pump it out; I loved fit guys. I sat
back licking my lips, his cock sagging in the moonlight, I gripped his
shaft tightly, turning it over so I could get to underneath his bellend, I
licked his skin and plunged my fangs, deep into him, he yelped and slumped
against the tree, Oh fresh blood, it was amazing I drank and drank

`Who the fuck are you? What are you doing? Get your fucking hands up' a
voice grunted behind me, now that's a passion killer, I withdrew my fangs
and slowly turned to face another soldier his torch illuminated my face, my
fangs still exposed, dripping his mates blood on to the ground.

`Fucking ell' he mumbled as my eyes glowed red, his head dropped as he
stood facing the ground, Ah dessert, I thought to myself, he was soon
leaning over a fallen log his cock swaying in the night sky, he blew
quickly, these two guys had been fit to burst; lovely, I sapped his cock of
cum, his not as sweet as the last guy, luckily he had stopped me draining
his mates blood before he kicked off his mortal coil, I took hold of this
new cock and plunged my hungry fangs into it too, sweet nectar flowed into
me. I could taste his virility, this guys oozed testosterone, I lifted his
heavy balls releasing his aroma into the night air, luckily for him, I was
already half full, so he escaped with his life too. Now what to do? More
fun or head home? I did the math, I had sucked off only 2 out of the 10,
still plenty of cum to drink up. I was invigorated, my head and senses
buzzing, I heard three voices approaching through the undergrowth, I had
never controlled three guys at once before, but I was buzzing; invincible.

I stood in the clearing as they approached, a small eleven year old, I
waited until one of them spoke before turning.

`Who the fuck are you? I turned my big boyish eyes, a little tear rolled
down my cheek,

`Where did you fucking come from? With all three staring at me, I made my
move, I saw the reflection of my eyes, glowing blood red in theirs and as
each expression changed to a blank look; I knew I had them. I kneeled down
in front of them as each pulled his cock and balls out of his trousers fly,
they pulled in closer as they each wanked their cocks hard, I was in a
bubble of their scent, intoxicating man smell, I sucked each cock in turn
and licked sweaty balls, rubbing them over my face. I felt my fangs extend
as I sucked on ones bollock swirling his egg in my mouth the sweat and
salt, stimulating deep dark part of my subconscious; no I must control
myself, I moved to his cock head, wanking his shaft and working my tongue
into his slit. The image of his ball sac and cock ripped to pieces, my face
covered in blood kept flashing into my mind; no I must be strong. The taste
of his cum flooding over my tongue, brought me back to reality, it tasted
strong and thick, this one hadn't cum in days. His mate started grunting
and I saw a glob of cum flying out of is cock, I caught it in mid-flight,
much lighter, I clamped by mouth over his spurting cock, making sure I
caught it all, I could practically feel the electrons firing in my brain as
I was overwhelmed by the effects of the cum from these horny fit delicious
young men. The third, was wanking faster and faster his bellend a blur
under his racing hand, I could feel the blood pumping into his cock head,
before I knew it, his bellend was in my mouth, I was floating as I buried
my fangs into his blood filled shaft just as he spunked into my mouth.

One of his mates gasped `oh fuck' dam I had lost concentration, I glared at
him, my eyes blood red once more my fangs still buried in his friends
shaft, his look of horror faded. I carried on drinking his mate, at some
point, I felt him collapse, his cock pulled from my mouth, my fangs tearing
across his bellend; shit, I sat in a pool of blood on the ground, my head
to fucked to do anything, I could hear and feel his two mates coming round
as I lost control of them.

`What the fuck are you? One of the guys ran at me, I knocked him away,
throwing him into a tree, the sickening crack his head made resonating in
my fuddled mind, the other one turned and fled, shouting wildly into the
dark for help, I got up, barely able to walk, I had to get away, but
where. More footsteps running in the wood, shit, I stumbled forward and
managed to transform as four more guys entered the clearing, Fuck, I
couldn't fly or do anything with any purpose, I fluttered to the nearest
tree and gripped onto the trunk and slowly crawled my way up into the
branches, as the world below me turned into one of noise and light. I must
have passed out, I awoke, to orders being barked, I glanced down, fuck what
had I done, below me lay two soldiers both obviously dead, one his neck at
a bizarre angle next to a tree, his cock and balls hanging out of his fly,
the other was on his back his legs apart buckled at the knees, his cock and
balls or what remained of them a bloody mass, his skin a deathly pale
white.

Camera flashes began as a photographer in uniform began to take, pictures
of both of the guys, I heard someone shout `attention', as a dark Blue
Jaguar ZJL, pulled up, I turned my head to listen, obviously a Senior
Officer had arrived, I watched as the three squaddies I had enjoyed were
marched in front of him. `Salute the General' another officer with him
shouted, there then followed a heated discussion, one of the squaddies,
emphasising, gesticulating with his hands that something small had been in
the woods. The Officer, glanced over towards the clearing and then straight
at me up in the tree, I could hear his voice in my head `you little shit,
stay where you are' he was one of us. He was joined by another Officer, his
adjutant, he was also one of us, they were having a conversation, using
telepathy, `these three to be sent to different units, kept apart, the rest
to be written up as a two sum that got out of hand resulting in one making
advances unwanted advances on another who fought back, throwing the other
guy into a tree breaking his neck, before bleeding to death having
mutilated himself out of shame, throw him a knife and get this place
cleaned up and the bodies to the usual hospital, while I deal with our
visitor' `yes Sir' The adjutant marched away the three soldiers, while
delivering a flurry of other orders to several NCO's, who jumped to his
command.

The Senior Officer, walked to the clearing, `come down as you are', I began
crawling down the tree, until he was able to pick me up and put me in his
briefcase, `not a fucking sound' he hissed at me. He walked back to his
car, I tried to speak to him, but was told to shut up, the words banging
round my throbbing head. I heard a spoken exchange and the vehicle door
being closed, the vehicle pulled away, after 15 minutes had passed the
briefcase was opened and he lifted me out onto the floor of the car, I
transformed as requested. Facing me the Officer and his adjutant, I could
sense, they had been this way for a very long time, I had only met, one
other `old one' you could just sense, their wisdom and was it emptiness?

`I am General Montfort, we haven't met, well you have really done it now,
you are Zeke, I take it? He snapped at me

`Yes Sir' I mumbled, I felt tears running down my cheeks

`Crying won't help you know boy, for fuck sake, when are you ever going to
learn' he barked

I glanced at his driver

`He is okay, he looks after me' he added following my eyes. `Right we had
better get you back home'

I sat quietly as the two of them chatted and spoke on the phone, sorting
out the mess I had created. The Midnight Blue Jaguar ZJL pulled into the
driveway of Meaburn Manor, and powered up the drive to the front steps, I
was about to say we use the back door, but I thought better of it. The
driver leapt out and opened the Generals door and stood to attention as we
all got out, `Thank you Connor' the General said nodding as he walked up
the main house stairs, followed by his adjutant and me. The old oak door
opened as we approached it, the General stopped and waited by the open
door, Pyotr stood stock still, it suddenly dawned on him the horrible
mistake he had made `Please come in Gentlemen' he said his face flushing
red, the General and his adjutant entered into the house.

The General handed his cap and swagger stick to Pyotr, `Get Jonathon, here
now and turn that fucking noise off', he was obviously not a fan of Barry
Whites, `My first my last my everything', Pyotr showed us all through to
the main sitting area, adding

`I will get Jonathon, straight away Sir'

Even I got a shock when he eventually walked into the room, followed by
Zoltan and Boyra, I saw the glances the two `Old Ones' exchanged, to coin a
phrase, Jonathon looked like death warmed up. He was wearing a dirty pair
of trackies and a sweat shirt, which looked like he had spilt his dinner
down it, his silver hair usually so immaculate was all over the place, his
skin an awful, greenish yellow colour, his eyes yellow and dead
looking. The General looked at me `Get out'. I left the room and followed
Pyotr into the kitchen.

The Adjutant

`Christ, Jonathon, what's happened to you' the Old One Montfort leaned in,
not believing what he was seeing, he knew Jonathon well, very well, it had
been him who had converted Jonathon all those years ago, he knew the
demon's Jonathon struggled with, but he realised the pointlessness of
talking to him when he was like this.

`When did you last eat? He asked taking Jonathon's hand, his years of
experience telling him his friend was very weak, seriously weak.

`Get Connor in here' he said to me, I called for his driver, he was an
American Marine, built like an outhouse, occasionally, Senior Officers of
both sides swapped drivers etc, letting their friends try some foreign
food; Connor had been selected, because he was incredibly well hung and
fit. Connor came into the room and undid his trousers pushing them to his
ankles along with his army issue briefs, he stroked his cock pumping some
life into the thick soft 8" tube, he sat down next to Jonathon, slowly
stroking himself hard, Jonathon sat staring into space. Montfort, got off
his chair and kneeled down beside him, he whispered something to him and
took hold of Connors now 10" throbbing cock, he forced some precum up his
shaft and wiping it up with his finger he smeared it on to Jonathon's lips,
Connor picked up a small whisky glass and began pumping his cock,
eventually cumming into the glass, his viscos cream half filling the glass;
tears of cum, for all you wine connoisseurs, glistening near the rim of the
glass, he handed it to Montfort, who scooped up some and pushed it into
Jonathon's mouth.

Jonathon's eyes flickered Bronze for a second and then returned to the
ghastly yellow, Montfort held the tumbler to Jonathon's lips and pushed his
mouth open with his finger, tilting the glass allowing the cum to slide out
and into Jonathon's mouth, all the time encouraging his old friend gently
stroking his face and neck.

Jonathon

I had entered the room on auto pilot, I wasn't even clear who was there, my
body was closing down, deprived of what it need to survive. As the two
fingers pushed some cum into my mouth, I felt my senses surge and my heart
race, but I needed so much more than that. I felt a glass pushed to my
lips, my tongue came alive as this fit guys cum coated every inch of my
mouth, my body craved it and was eagerly absorbing it, `slowly, slowly,
friend' a familiar comforting voice spoke to me

`Montfort' I looked at my friend, stoking his cheek, I licked the rest of
the cum from the glass, Montfort nodded towards the young guy next to me,
he was still stoking his hard thick 10" cock, his bellend the size of a
small orange, I noticed the two puncture wounds, on the underneath of his
shaft, just below his bellend. Montfort moved me towards it and I took it
in my mouth, I could feel the blood surging round this monster cock, I
looked at my dear old friend once more, my eyes flashed blood red as my
fangs slipped into the puncture wounds, into the flow of fresh, man
blood. I closed my eyes and began drinking, feeling my skin refreshing, my
muscles strengthening, my heart and organs repairing themselves, on this
man's life blood, I heard another voice,

`You had better stop him or you may not have a driver anymore'

`Just a bit more, you can drive us back, or we can stay here for a few
days, a working holiday' Montfort replied.

A few moments later I felt him press just at the bottom of my jaw bone;
where it met my neck, I felt my fangs retract; now I didn't know that
trick, I licked my lips, as his companion, who I now recognised as another
`Old One' De Villes, checked Connor was still with us, which he was.

As my awareness returned my brain began to process that last week, I looked
at myself, what a state, I fell to my knee's holding Montfort's hand to my
head

`Please forgive me, may I have some time to get myself smartened up? He
looked down at me smiling

`Now that's the Jonathon I know' he grinned to De Villes. I stood bowing to
him too, what a state to get into in front of two Old Ones, I thought as I
hurried to my room.

Showered, cleaned up and in fresh clothes, I was pleased to see Pyotr had
been looking after our guests, now I had to explain myself, I sat opposite
Montfort, I could see Connor was gone,

`He is resting in one of your rooms' Montfort said watching my eyes, I went
to open my mouth, Montfort held up his hand

`Me first' he said, I nodded, Pyotr brought Zeke back into the room and
stood next to him in front of the Old Ones.

`Jonathon, while you were out of it, Zeke decided to visit the local Army
training ground, he unfortunately killed two soldiers, when he lost control
of himself, having drunk the cum of five of them and the blood of three, I
wasn't aware that he had been placed with you, I would never have agreed to
it if I had been, I will speak to Torrin, Zeke was placed with him, that
however is all a bit academic now, he has killed to many, he is incapable
of control'

I watched Zeke's face as tears streamed down it, now I had no great love
for the kid, but after all, it wasn't his fault he had been converted by
one of us at such a young age.

`Montfort, please it was my fault, I should have been looking after him
better' I heard the words tumble out of my mouth. Montfort raised his hand,
I knew to be quiet.

`De Villes, here will be leaving with Zeke as soon as Connor is fit to
drive, I am going to stay here for a few days, De Ville will return for me.

The following morning I watched as Zeke, his face streaked with tears and
De Ville got into the back of the Jaguar, Connor, looked as fit as fuck
again, closing the door, I saw Zeke put his hand on the window, tears
streaming down his face again, the car pulled away and sped off down the
drive, deep down I suspected I knew his fate, I raised a hand and waved,
Zeke's voice screaming, pleading in my head.

`Right Jonathon, we need to talk', Montfort said turning back into the
house `What has been going on, why did you let yourself go like that?

We sat in the glow of the fire as I told him all about Chris and his wife
and unborn child, he nodded and made understanding noises as I told him the
whole sorry tale. We sat staring into the flames, at peace, our friendship
back together.

`Well shall we get a take away' He grinned at me `or fly out for something?
We both laughed.















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