Date: Fri, 8 May 2015 17:54:18 -0700
From: Sellar Dhor <sellardhor@gmail.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 34

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       MARCH 1st


       The next morning, when I woke up, I was alone.  Günter had
written a note that he was working at the hospital, but he'd see me when he
came home that evening.  And now that he was eating food again, he'd get
dinner for me for once.
       I made myself at home, showering in his bathroom, eating breakfast,
and then poking around his place.  One discovery I made was a file folder
filled with medical records of those patients that he visited their homes
to treat them, mostly members of the five families in the city.  I found
the portion of my medical record that listed I was the One kept safely in
there.  He must have not wanted that status to be available to any of the
regular hospital staff, and that seemed like a sound decision to me.
       I decided to run off to Maxim's to get my bag from my room and go
back to Günter's with it.  I made sure no one was watching me as I
walked into Günter's with my pack on.  I unpacked and then tinkered
around with the fencing on my own, after learning that Min would absolutely
not respond to the sound of my voice, only Günter's, making me somehow
dislike the woman she was named after even more.  I was past the point
where practicing fencing on my own was that helpful, so I gave up on that
soon after, leaving me with nothing else productive I could think to do
with my time.
       So, onto the unproductive I went.
       Shortly, I had walked over to the hospital and was talking to one of
the receptionists on staff.
       "Hello.  I need to see the doctor, please."
       "What seems to be troubling you, today?"
       I forced a cough, trying to pretend to have a cold.
       The receptionist turned white.  "Oh my, do you have some virus?
Shall I send you into the quarantine unit?"
       "No, no, nothing like that."
       "But you were coughing!"
       "I just choked, is all."
       "So what IS the matter with you, then?"
       "Um, well, I have a sprained ankle."
       "You walked in here just fine."
       "Well, I forced myself to walk normal, in spite of the pain.  I'm
very self-conscious about the way I walk.  I guess I'm just vain that way."
       "Can you give me your ID?"
       "Here it is."
       "Let me look up your file.  Ah, here we go.  Wait, it says here that
you're a hypochondriac, and shouldn't be admitted."
       "But that parts crossed out, see?  That should have gone in someone
else's file, and they made a mistake."
       "Oh, I guess that's true.  I'm giving you an appointment with
Dr. Aristov, she has an opening now."
       "No, I don't want to see Dr. Aristov.  My primary Doctor is
Dr. Herzog."
       "That's a senior physician who doesn't like us to add to his
caseload unnecessarily."
       "He'll understand if I have a sprained ankle.  Please, just pencil
me in."
       "Mmm, alright."

       *****

       An hour later, after I had changed into a hospital gown, the nurses
and techs weighed me, took my vitals, and left me alone in an exam room.
       After sitting on the exam room for a while, the object of my
affection came strolling into the room, his face in his folder of notes.
"Alright, so what seems to be the problem.  Ah, sprained ankle, huh, Mr.,
um, Mr. Groves?  Wait, Groves?!"
       He looked at me.
       "That's right, Doctor."
       "Ah yes, Mr. Groves, let me see how I can help you."  He winked at
me, and then shut and locked the door behind him.
       "I'm in a lot of pain, Doctor.  If I start shouting, would the other
patients or staff be able to hear?  How thick are these walls?"
       "Oh, quite sound-proof, all to respect patient privacy of course,
Mr. Groves."  He was trying hard not to smile, but the corner of his mouth
was failing him.  "Let me have a look at your foot."
       "I'm a little scared of doctors, I'm afraid."
       "Is there anything I can do to make you feel at ease so I can
examine you?"
       "The only cure for my anxiety would be to give me a kiss."
       "I think that can be accommodated."
       I expected him just to peck me on the lips, but was pleasantly
surprised when he kissed me with his whole mouth and whole body as well,
using the excuse to properly make-out with me.  "Mmm, suddenly I am
lionhearted as I ever was, thank you Doctor."
       "Let's take a look at that ankle, shall we?"
       He lifted my right leg up, feeling along the length of it with his
gloved hands, and then he put it right in his face.
       "Hmm, I'm not seeing an issue.  Perhaps I need to use some of my
other senses as well."  He opened his mouth and licked around my ankle,
making me laugh.  "Nope, I don't think it's sprained."
       "But Doctor, I'm in a lot of pain.  I thought it was because of my
ankle, but it could be that the man I'm staying with leaves me alone for
way too long.  Either way, the pain is very real."
       "Oh, I'm sure.  Well, Mr. Groves, I have just the prescription for
your pain, a very fine pain medication.  Trouble is, you'll have to take it
in suppository form, is that something you've done before?"
       "I'm afraid not, Doctor."
       "Well, that's what I was afraid of.  I'm just going to be forced to
make sure you're properly loosened up enough to accept the repositories.
Mr. Groves, I need you to place each ankle in these stirrups, here."  He
quickly modified the table to pull up the ankle stirrups.
       "Like this?"
       "You've done this before, haven't you?"
       "The only stirrups I've ever used involved ride-able animals.  And
no, that is not a euphemism."
       "Well, you're doing just fine, Mr. Groves.  I'm going to pull up
your gown and have a look."
       "Alright, Doctor, whatever you think is best."
       He pulled my robe up until my lower body was totally uncovered.
       "Now, let me get a good look, here.  Did you know Petrov Blood
fanged vampires all had telescopic vision?  It comes in handy, being a
physician.  But now, I still want to get up close."  He stuck his head in
until he was just inches from my hole.  "Hmm."
       "What's the diagnosis, Doctor?"
       "Too tight to fit a suppository comfortably.  I'm going to have to
loosen you up beforehand.  I'll be inserting an apparatus into you.  I'd
normally use some lubrication for this sort of procedure, but I'm afraid
the hospital has run out.  I'll just have to add my own lubrication."
       He sucked his index finger until it was good and wet, and then he
placed it against me.
       "Alright, Mr. Groves, this could hurt."
       "Either that or feel really, really great."
       He started pushing the finger in.
       "Mmm, I'd say the latter was right."
       Once he was all the way in, he said, "Now, Mr. Groves, I need to
insert a second instrument as well, this one is insufficiently thick."
       And soon, he had two fingers inside me.
       "Good, Mr. Groves, but I'll still need to plunge up and down in
order for these instruments to really be effective."  He started to push in
and out with his fingers, slowly at first, then faster and faster.  "There,
that should do it."
       He pulled his fingers back out, and then got another look at me.
"Well, Mr. Groves, the instruments worked in sufficiently stretching you,
but I'm afraid you're still not moist enough to accept a suppository.  In
the absence of proper lube, I'm afraid I only have one other option at my
disposal.  This may feel strange."
       And then he leaned down and started to lick me, which felt great.
Soon, those initial licks turned more and more deep and urgent.  I could
see that he was enjoying himself even more than I was, especially when
twenty minutes passed and the licking still went on.
       "I'm sure that's sufficient Doctor, I don't want to keep your other
patients waiting."
       He looked up from me and looked at the clock.  "Ah yes, I have a
food allergy patient in five.  I can't believe how fast time flew.
Alright, Mr. Groves, you can get dressed now.  If you need anything else,
don't hesitate to return.  Oh, and I almost forgot.  I'm going out of town
tomorrow for a couple days on business, and as my supposed assistant, I'd
love for you to tag along.  Of course, if you don't want to accept the job,
I understand completely."
       "I'd love to."
       "I'm giving a presentation at a medical conference."

       *****

       That evening, I was doing what I could practicing fencing on my own
when Günter came into the house, moving with urgency.  As soon as he
found me, he said, "Clothes off, now."
       Thinking we were changing into our fencing gear for practice, I
stripped my clothes off.
       He grabbed me and started to pull me away.
       "Where are we going?"
       "To the bedroom.  I've haven't been able to get your taste out of my
mouth all afternoon, and all I can do is get a fresh new helping."
       "Wouldn't you like to at least have a conversation first?  We can
talk about our days."
       "You can talk all you want, but my lips will be completely
indisposed for at least an hour."
       "An hour?  That sounds really nice, but can we please save that for
tonight, when we go to bed?  I wanted to get in our fencing lessons and
grab a bite to eat first."
       "Oh, alright.  But let's go back to using the tandem training suit
today.  Min, come here!"
       Of course, as soon as he had said it, Min was rolling right over to
us, eager to please, never mind that I had almost gone hoarse trying to get
the thing to acknowledge me earlier.
       As soon as Min was armed, Günter got undressed and the two of us
got into the tandem uniform.  "Oh yeah, I have one more thing to confess,"
I said.  "When I said before that this suit required both people be naked
to use it, I lied.  In fact, Maxim and I used it together, but we were
never naked.  I just wanted to feel your dick naked against my butt.  In
fact, while what I said about needing fencing lessons was all true, the
main motivator I had was to get you into this compromising position."
       "All because you wanted me to top you?"
       "Well, yes," I said honestly.  "I hope you're not mad."
       "I think it's hot.  And to honor your desires as much as I can, I'm
not going to put my left hand in the sleeve with yours, it's going to stay
right here."
       He placed it on my butt.
       "Now, every time you do something right, I'm going to put a finger
inside you.  And everything you do something wrong, I'll be taking fingers
out."
       As we started to fence, the finger reward really just ended up
boiling down to being another distraction for me to overcome.

       *****

       "I know this is a dangerous question to ask after last night, but do
you trust me?"
       "I actually do, completely," I said.
       "Then sit in the chair."
       He made me sit down in the same chair in his bedroom he had been in
the previous night.
       "It's my turn to be in control," he said, tying my hands and feet to
the chair with rope, and putting a blindfold on me.  "Just one second."
       I heard him reappear with a bag from somewhere, and when he opened
it up, I definitely smelled food.
       "I thought you getting German food last night that reminded me of
home was as romantic as can be, so I wanted to return the favor.  Jake, get
ready to have your taste buds sent back to America, care of me and all of
the local American eateries."
       "Wow, you shouldn't have gone to all that trouble, really.  That is
very sweet of you."
       "A lot of these, I don't even know.  But this one I definitely know.
Here, open your mouth.  Good.  What is that?"
       "Mmm, cheeseburger?"
       "That's right!"
       "Oh, and French fries.  How wonderful.  What else did you get?"
       "Can you tell what this is?"
       "A hot dog?  No, a chili dog?"
       "Yes!"
       "Mmm, that's great.  What else did you get me?"
       "Try this!"
       "Mmm, pork rinds?"
       "Correct!  And this?"
       "Mmm, nachos?  Wait, is that even American food, technically?"
       "It is when it's slathered in American liquid nacho cheese!  And
what's this?"
       "Macaroni and Cheese?"
       "Boxed macaroni and cheese!  All of your favorite American food,
huh?"
       I didn't have the heart to tell him how much I despised that awful,
greasy food, so I just nodded and smiled.
       "Does it take you back home?"
       "It sure does."
       After he made me eat until I was stuffed, feeling absolutely
disgusted, he said, "Wait, almost forgot dessert."
       I sat there praying dessert would be some part of his body, but
tried not to frown when I felt something sweet and greasy put in my mouth.
"What is that?" I asked.
       "Can't you tell?  An iced donut, deep friend in bacon lard earlier
tonight!"
       "Ah yes, of course, how could I have missed that?"
       "And I've got a dozen more where that came from!"
       "Terrific!"
       When I had convinced him that I was too full to eat another bite, as
heavenly as it was, he said, "Wait, not before I give you your second
dessert!"
       "Oh, great!" I said, trying to muster up my last scrape of
enthusiasm.
       "One more bite.  Can you identify this?"
       He slipped so much of something in my mouth that it was impossible
to talk.  My first reaction was to bite down and start chewing, and then
luckily I came to my senses, delighted.  I realized I had Günter's huge
unit nestled in my mouth.  How wonderful it tasted, how good it felt inside
me.
       "I'm sorry, I gave you more than just a bite.  So much of a mouthful
that you can't guess, in fact, so I'll put just the end inside."  He pulled
out until just the tip of his uncut head was on my lips.  "Have a guess?"
       "Mmm, it's hard to pin down.  A chocolate banana?"
       "Nope, guess again."
       "A corn dog?"
       "Close."
       "I might need to taste more of it, just to be sure."
       "See?  One taste of my dessert, and you can't get enough.  Alright,
here."  He stuffed himself all the way inside me until my nose nestled his
pubes, and I sucked him happily before he pulled out again.
       "I'm just not sure.  No American food I've ever had tastes quite
that good I'm sure of it."
       "That's because it was a trick.  That last one wasn't American food
at all.  It was a hefty German Bratwurst.  Not necessarily a dessert
traditionally."
       "After tonight, I'm convinced giant Bratwurst can be served any and
all times of day."
       "I knew I'd have you forsaking American food for German by the end
of the night.  Of course, my favorite food to eat is American, and unless
you are willing to have me detach the seat of your chair, I really must
insist you move to the bed."

       *****

       That night in bed, after Günter amazingly fulfilled what I
figured was an empty threat to give my hole oral pleasure for over an hour,
he cradled me from behind and said, "I'm so sorry."
       "So sorry for what?"
       "Sorry that I can give you all the foreplay in the world, but never
what you need most."
       "I told you, I'm not bothered by that."
       "But I am.  It makes me feel like less of a man.  So I thought we
could try the next best thing.  Don't go anywhere."
       "I'm naked with my butt propped up on a pillow and soaking wet with
your saliva.  The places I could be off to in this condition are few and
far between."
       A few moments later, he returned with a jar of lube.
       "What are you going to do with that?"
       "Patience!  You'll see."
       I felt him start to finger the lube inside me.  "You've been licking
me there for an hour.  I don't think I'm getting anymore slippery."
       "Just to be safe."
       And then I realized he was putting lube all over his unit.  When he
used his hand to push his head against my hole, I asked, "You're going to
get inside of me?  Even though you're soft?"
       "That's right."
       As soon as he started pushing his meat into me using his fingers, I
got scary flashbacks to Jericho topping me, and my dick deflated like
nothing.  But then I told myself that this was not me getting topped, not
really.  A soft penis was smaller and couldn't even thrust.  I convinced
myself not to be scared, and just to enjoy the intimacy it afforded.
       "God, you feel so, so sweet!  You cannot believe how soft and
perfect you are, how good it is to be wrapped up in you!  How is it for
you?" he asked when he was fully inside me, his pubes tickling my tailbone.
       "It feels real nice," I said, not lying.
       "Of course, I can't exactly go at you like a proper stud, but just
being able to hold you like this is incredible."
       I tilted my head back and kissed him.  "Feel free to stay inside me
like this for as long as you can."
       "Oh, there was something I wanted to tell you.  Something that was
hard to remember because it didn't have to do with sex."
       "Those are the worst topics, aren't they?" I joked.
       "Indeed!  But this one is important.  I want you to know that I'm
ready to leave the Carstvo with you soon.  I want to be there throughout
your trip to see those other heads of Bloods."
       "Really?"
       "Of course!  Keep in mind that I know where the Chinese Blood is, so
we can start there.  Of course, we'll probably have to sneak in.  They can
be very hostile.  Actually, I wouldn't expect to be able to just walk in
and talk to any of the leaders without at least some protection, like
myself, around.  Well, I did hear that Marquez Valmor is a fair, decent
fellow.  If you give me a couple days after we come back from our trip, I
think I could pin down where that Blood is too.  I have an old contact who
left this Blood years ago in order to join that one.  I'll spend all my
spare time at work dealing with that task.  In a few days, I should know.
Then we'd just need three more locations later on."
       "Wow, if you could help me out, that would be great."
       A little bit later, just as I started to drift off to sleep, he
said, "I hate this."
       "Hate what?"
       "I'll be right back."  He left for a few minutes, and then he said,
"Shut your eyes."
       "They already are."
       I kept them shut as I heard him walk into the room.  "Alright, open
your mouth one last time and tell me what you taste."
       I opened my lips, and I felt him stick his dickhead into my mouth
again, only this time, it was so much different.
       "You got hard!"
       "This bratwurst just got supersized!"
       I opened my mouth, and delighted in the mighty phallus in front of
my face.  I put my hands on it.  "How did you manage this?"  When he didn't
answer, it came to me.  "Wait a second, you just injected your penis,
didn't you?  I told you I didn't want you giving yourself injections."
       "Injections are a minor pain, an easy price to pay now that I really
get to satisfy you the way you deserve to be satisfied."
       "I disagree, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to take advantage
of the situation and do this."
       I dove down on him, giving him some serious oral, and I loved every
minute of it.  This newly hard penis drove me absolutely wild.
       I was so turned on, I fully intended to get him off that way.  But
instead, I was sorely disappointed when he said, "Enough of these
appetizers, time to jump to the main course."
       "Uh, okay, um, that's just great."
       He once again lubed up his unit, though I was still lubed up very
well.  He tucked my legs over his shoulders and started to push himself
into me.  He was very slow, very gentle, and he kissed me as he went in.
If I truly was a bottom, this would have all been very romantic.  I tried
not to think about him entering me, tried just to focus on his tasty kiss,
focus on the way his strong arms held me, and I could keep myself from
freaking out.  And even when he was all the way inside me, his thrusts were
very gentle, just light rocking, really, and that made it easier for me to
ignore the pain.
       But then the pain swelled for whatever reason.  Truly it wouldn't
have happened if I had been able to be bitten by him, but since that wasn't
an option, there was no numbing the pain.  And when that pain swelled, even
though it was just momentary, then the flashbacks to Jericho ripping my
insides the shreds started, and I began to panic.  My dick softened then,
in spite of my intentions.  And here he was, looking at my face, thinking
his actions were causing me pleasure, and I couldn't tell him now that I
had lied about being a bottom.  I just had to deal with this.
       I started to roll around, trying to flip onto my stomach while he
stayed inside.  If I was on my stomach, he wouldn't be able to see that my
dick got soft, and I could just pretend that all of this was driving me
wild.
       "What are you doing?"
       "Turning around on my stomach, that position is my favorite."
       "Because you just like getting slammed?  Is that it?"
       "Um, yeah, I guess."  I continued to turn.
       "Ow, ow, ow!"
       I stopped moving.  "What's wrong?"
       "My penis hurts when you turn."
       "Really?  Well then, pull out of me, and then re-enter me from
behind."  I quickly pulled myself off of his penis.
       "OWWW!"
       "What, that hurt too?  I just pulled off of you!"
       "Any sudden movement hurts, I'm afraid."
       "That's not normal, Günter.  What is going on here?"
       "Alright, alright.  That shot I created for myself, it may always
have the side effects of creating extreme pain in my penis."
       "No!  That's why it took you so long to orgasm the first time we did
it in the hospital, isn't it?"
       "Yes, I admit it."
       "It hurts so bad so that touching it at all is painful for you, and
yet you made yourself force yourself to try and top me?  Why?"
       "Because I wanted, and still intend to, please you the way you need
to be pleased.  I don't want you to have to be stuck with an impotent
partner.  And I was planning on making a habit of this from here on out."
       "That's very sweet of you, but I'm not touching your penis again
until those effects wear off."
       "Jake, come on."
       "No, I'm not going to be responsible for causing you pain.  If the
sex makes you miserable, there's no point in continuing it."
       "There is.  I don't care how much it hurts.  I want to see you
satisfied, regardless."
       "No, I refuse.  I don't ever want you injecting yourself with this
stuff again, do you hear me?"
       "Oh, alright."
       "I don't want you to think I don't appreciate the sentiment, because
I do."  I kissed him sweetly to prove it.  "Now, how long will it take
before your penis stops feeling pain?"
       "The erection will go away in an hour, but the pain will last all
night, I'm afraid."
       "Well, I don't want you to touch me again until you feel absolutely
better.  I'll sleep on the edge of the bed tonight, so you won't be
tempted."


       MARCH 2nd


       The next morning, we packed and left early, with the stagecoach
dropping us off at the train station.  "Before we go out there, keep in
mind that we'll have to spend all of your public time with you being my
assistant."
       "I promise to keep my public displays of affection at a minimum,
then."
       The train we boarded took us an hour out of the city, and then
deposited us at an empty train station.  We took a short walk down a
cobblestone path to a waiting private jet on the most bare-bones runway I
had ever seen, absent even a control tower.
       "A plane!"  The last time I had seen anything large chunk of
modernity, I had been in Texas.
       "A necessity to where we're going."
       "Wait a second, we're not leaving the Carstvo, are we?"
       "Perhaps."
       "Oh, wow."
       We boarded the plane, which had an entire crew of three, and we flew
up through the clouds, turbulence shaking us.
       "Don't be alarmed, once we get above the Russian cloud-cover, the
turbulence usually eases up."
       "It sure seems like this flying stuff isn't anything new to you."
       "While it's true that most citizens in the Carstvo will never set
foot out of it, the non-Russians like myself require the modern technology
to get around."
       "And I'm not the least bit afraid of flying, turbulence or not."
       "I may know that, but the crew doesn't know that.  We could use that
to our advantage.  You could pretend that you can't get through the flight
without holding me."
       "I like the way you think, but how come I have to be the one who
they think is crazy?"
       "You know I'm not allowed to let them see me emotional."
       "Alright, fine, I'll do this for you."  And then I raised my voice.
"AHHH, turbulence!  We're all going to crash!"
       "Sir, please calm down," said the flight attendant, unbuckling her
seat and coming to look at the problem.  "This turbulence is really quite
expected.  We're not going to crash."
       "I'm so afraid, so afraid.  I HATE flying!  Miss, will you hold my
hand?"
       "I can't stay here and hold your hand.  I'm supposed to be buckled
now."
       "No, you can't leave me here to die!"
       "Oh, I'll hold it," said Günter.  "Please just go back to your
seat.  He'll be fine with me."
       The flight attendant moved away, and I grabbed onto Günter's
hand.  I would have been satisfied to hold his hand for the flight, but he
was giving me a look that made it clear he wanted me to take it further.
       "AHH!" I yelled as soon as there was another bout of turbulence.
"Please don't let me die!"  I pushed my face into Günter's chest and
wrapped my arms around him.
       "He's having a panic attack, I'm afraid."
       "What should I do?" asked the flight attendant, coming back to us
again.
       "I'm going to give him a sedative.  Can you just get him a blanket
or two?"
       "Yes."  She went away on that task, and brought the blankets a
minute later.
       "Okay, he's taken his sedative," Günter lied.
       "I'm still scared!  I'm not letting go of you!"
       "Alright, Mr. Groves, you can hold onto me for as long as you need
to.  I'm going to put these blankets over you.  Just let the sedative take
hold, and get some sleep."
       "Yes, Doctor."
       He covered my body with blankets, and since my body was lying on
his, in the process he covered his own body too, up to his chest.  My head
ended up under a blanket.
       "Okay, that should work wonders, thank you, miss," said Günter.
       "That's my job," she said.
       Before long, Günter very quietly slipped his hand down the back
of my pants, and he started to fondle my butt.  Not to be outdone, I
unzipped his fly and pulled his soft dick out, using my hand to play with
it for the rest of the fight.  By the time the flight attendant told us we
were landing and I needed to sit up, he had wound three of his fingers
inside me.  We both put each other's clothes back before he pretended to
wake me up and have me sit up for landing.  I was able to get through the
landing without freaking out as long as Günter's hand remained on mine,
and the flight attendant praised me for my bravery.

       *****

       "Vienna?  As in Vienna, Austria?" I asked as soon as I saw signs
inside the airport we were walking through.
       "That's where we are."
       "Are we just changing planes here?"
       "No, this is our final destination."
       "Wow!  I've always wanted to see Vienna.  How cool!"
       "Now, let me remind you, this is a working trip."
       "I know, I know.  Is there some sort of vampire enclave in Vienna,
then?  Where you'll be lecturing?"
       "Nope, not in this city.  I'll be giving my lecture to a room full
of humans."
       "Humans, really?  How often have you done this?"
       "This is my first time, actually," said Günter.  "I've used my
own semen as a base for some research I did on how to prevent our current
standard bacteria from becoming totally immune to antibiotics, as is the
case with my semen."
       "You are removing the whole your semen part of the research from
your lecture, aren't you?"
       "Of course.  I'm going to lie and tell them I genetically engineered
bacteria that are completely resistant to all forms of antibiotics.  I'm
doing this not because I want any sort of world renown, but I want to use
my discovery to help the world."
       "That's very good of you."
       "And once I do this, I'll no longer feel indebted to being a doctor,
as I've felt for quite some time.  I have a passion for invention, not for
medicine.  After I do this one last piece, I'm going to step back from the
medicine, permanently."
       "Wow, so this lecture is hugely important to you, then."
       "Precisely."
       "Please tell me you have something else to wear."
       "What's wrong with this?"
       "Nothing, if you're going to a steampunk costume party, but do you
see how everyone here is looking at both of us rather oddly?  Now, I have
my normal clothes packed, luckily.  I have something you could wear, but
it'll be much too small for you.  Let's make buying you some new clothes
our first order of business."

       *****

       "How does this look?" he asked me, coming out of the dressing room
of a urban Viennese department store, and showing me for the first time the
outfit he had selected on his own while I was changing into my modern
clothes.  "Do I blend in now?"
       "Where did you find that?"  I laughed.
       "I saw a guy wearing something like this on the street.  Does it
suit me?"
       "That would look perfect on you, if you were a 1980's, old-school
rapper.  That gold chain weighs more than I do."
       "But the physicians' seminar told us to dress casual, so maybe this
will do."
       "Are you sure they said casual and not business casual?"
       "I guess they said business casual, but that's the same thing,
right?"
       "Not at all!  And lucky for you, I am the king of business casual.
And if you showed up to a medical seminar dressed like that, they would
probably have you arrested."
       I ended up picking out two business casual outfits for him, and one
casual one that he changed into there.  Surprisingly, he had a credit card,
and I helped him negotiate how to use one.

       *****

       "Thanks for checking in, Dr. Herzog.  The conference is being held
in the ballrooms of the hotel, and I'm checking you into your room in our
main tower."
       "I also have my guest with me."
       "Of course, I'll give him his own room.  Do you want to be in
conjoined rooms?"
       "What are those?"
       "Rooms that have special doors between them so that you can move
between them without going into the main floor hallway."
       "Oh, uh, he's just my assistant.  Whatever's easiest for you, I
guess."
       "I already started typing up conjoined, so I'll stick with that."

       *****

       "Hello, Vienna!" I said excitedly as I pulled the curtain in our
room open.  We had already decided to share a bed and just use the second
room more as a workspace than anything else.  "Look, Günter, this city
is gorgeous!"
       "It sure is," he said.  "But remember, this is a business trip.
Until my lecture is done tomorrow."
       "You're nervous about this, aren't you?"
       "I'm not used to being nervous at all, but ever since you knocked
all my emotions loose, now I've got butterflies in my stomach.  I really
want this to be perfect."
        "It will go wonderfully, and I'm going to do whatever I can do to
see to that."
       "I'm relying on you to take care of any of the technology aspects of
this lecture."
       "Sure, I can do that.  Are you showing anything visually while you
present?"
       "Yes, I've made up slides that I need projected."
       "Great, you can give that to me now."
       "Alright."  A second later, he had deposited a circular slide tray,
and I stood there in shock.
       "Günter, this what is this?"
       "My slides."
       "No, these are actual slides!"
       "That's what they asked me to bring!"
       "Have you ever heard of PowerPoint?"
       "No, can't say I have."
       "Well, no one uses these kind of slides anymore.  They use computer
files, and the computers are hooked up to projectors.  Unless you brought
your slide projector with you, no one's going to be able to view these."
       "Oh my lord, I'm not going to be able to give my presentation
without those slides!"
       "Let's see if we can figure something out."

       *****

       I ended up finding a local print shop, and we paid them quite
handsomely to scan the slides into pictures in a couple hours.  And then,
when I got them back, I started to take his hundred pictures and form them
into PowerPoint slides on his computer, having him help me write up a quick
outline with all the titles.  Since he really didn't know computers well,
his insistence to let me help didn't really offer much.
       When dinner time came around, I was only halfway done, and I told
him I was going to skip dinner and keep working.  He almost wouldn't hear
of it, but I convinced him, mainly because the convention was requiring him
to go eat at their dinner, and he wasn't even positive I was on the invite.
After a couple hours, he brought me up dinner, but it was still a bit
before I finished his presentation completely.
       "You saved my butt today," he said to me as we went to bed, kissing
me profusely.  "And now, I'm going to see to your butt, to repay you."
       He stretched me out on the bed lying face down, and he started to
lick me.  "Just don't take my enjoyment as a sign that this is an
acceptable alternative to cash payment for any future assistants you may
have."
       After about an hour of being licked and tasted, I started to drift
into a pleasant, relaxed sleep.
       And then I almost screamed out loud as I felt something thick and
greasy stuck inside my hole, and I woke up quickly.  "What was that, a
dildo?"
       "No, it's all me, Jake.  Isn't this absolutely incredible?"
       "Yes, it is!  But I thought I told you not to use another one of
shots!"
       "I kept my word.  But this time, I took a Viagra."
       "I thought those were untested on vampires, and you didn't think
they would have any effect?"
       "I didn't, and so when I took one an hour ago before I came to bed,
I wasn't even going to tell you so I wouldn't have to get your hopes up.
But licking you tonight was just as much about getting me going as it was
about lubing you up, and now I've got my first erection since I was
kidnapped that doesn't come with it all sorts of pain."
       He pushed himself further into me, causing me pain, flashing me back
to Jericho.
       "Ooooh god!" he screamed, and my first thought was that he was in as
much pain as I was.  "This feels absolutely unbelievable amazing!  To not
only be surrounded by your sweet flesh, but to be able to do THIS!"
       He stabbed himself all the way inside me, and I had to do all I
could to keep from crying out.
       "I can finally give you the ramming your butt has earned, at no pain
to myself!  Doesn't this feel amazing?"
       "Yes, Günter.  It feels great."
       There wasn't any trace of his slowness or gentleness to his touch,
this was just raw sex, and I wasn't sure if that was because he was giving
me what he thought I wanted, or if this was what turned him on as well. But
the more ecstatic noise he made, much more pleasure than I had ever knew he
was capable of expressing, as well as him constantly saying things like,
`yeah, you love taking it like that, huh?' and I knew that both were true.
At one point, the pain got so intense, the flashbacks to Jericho making me
feel so queasy, that I almost fessed up about why I had lied about being a
bottom.
       And then something came over me.  I remembered just one night ago,
when Günter had injected himself with a medication that put him in pain
and made any sexual activity agonizing.  He had been willing to do that to
himself everyday, if that's what it took to please me, as horrible as the
experience would be for him every time.  How could I return that sentiment
by not putting up with the pain that he gave me in order to please him?
       And so, I kept my mouth shut.
       I was positive that, unlike Syd, I would not be able to fake an
orgasm, and there wouldn't be any good reason why I wouldn't come, save for
the truth.  Since I had gone totally soft, and all I could think about was
Jericho, I focused instead on Parker's beyond gentle lovemaking until my
dick firmed up.  And then it was easy enough to hump the sheet under me
until I got myself close.
       "Ugh, are as close to orgasm as I am?" he asked, reaching under and
grabbing my hard dick.
       "Oh yeah."
       "I drive you wild, I can tell."
       "You do, Günter."
       "Let's go over the waterfall together, should we?"
       "Sure!"
       He started to stroke me.  "Okay, here it comes, here it comes, GOD
it FEELS so GOOD to be INSIDE you!  You cannot fathom how good it feels!
OH GOD, this is basically an eighty year load, all ready to glue your
intestines!"
       "Günter, you're going to wake the neighbors!"
       "I DON'T CARE, I want to TEAR you APART, OH GOD, OH GOD!"
       I felt him explode inside me, a copious amount of hot liquid, and I
had mine at the same time, brought on my his hand.  At least his post
orgasm brought the gentleness I desired, as his breathing slowed, and he
cuddled me.
       "That was one of the hottest experiences of my life.  Thank you for
giving that to me.  I hope it was just as amazing for you too."
       "Oh yes," I lied.
       "Now, I'm staying inside you until every last drop of mine has been
expelled.  We wouldn't want any spillage."
       After a few minutes, he pulled out of me slowly, using hands to ring
out his dick as he pulled it out, leaving all the wetness safely inside me.
       "Now, be sure to sleep in your stomach, at least for a couple of
hours."
       "Will do."
       As he jumped into bed, we lay looking into each other's faces, and
he reached out and held me.  "The more time I spend with you, the more I
think we might be the perfect match.  Intellectually, emotionally, and now,
sexually.  We're so lucky to have found each other."
       "That's true.  Goodnight, Günter.  Thanks for bringing me to this
beautiful city, even if we'll only get to see this one view of it."
       "You're welcome."


       MARCH 3rd


       "Jake, wake up, wake up!"
       "Hmm, what's the problem?"  I opened my eyes to the morning Vienna
sun coming in through the windows.
       "Look what I made on my own!" I realized Günter's voice was
excited, not alarmed.  He was pointing down at his dick, which I could see
was hard again.
       "Wow, how is that possible?"
       "I think the Viagra must have re-wired me somehow, eliminated my
impotence!"
       "Oh, I'm so happy for you."
       "So happy for both of us!  This is the key to our romantic
longevity."
       "Nice choice of words.  And yes, I'm happy for both of us."
       "And I know the perfect way the two of us can celebrate!"
       "Ordering champagne at breakfast?" I asked hopefully.
       "No, by putting this impressive new tool of mine to good use."
       And next thing I knew, I had his lubed hardness thrust inside me
again, pain and terrifying flashbacks quickly shocking me to attention.  He
stuck his hand on my soft unit, and I focused on getting erect, which
worked, and after that, he stroked me himself, keeping me going.
       He wasn't any gentler in the morning than he was at night.  After we
both came again simultaneously and he made sure every drop was inside me,
he kissed me profusely, thanking me, and I figured the pain was worth it.
       "Now, how about that breakfast?  It's so beautiful out there!"
       "I'm ordering room service so we can have breakfast naked in bed."
       "But we won't be in Vienna for long!"
       "I'd love to take you out to breakfast, but you're forgetting, you
can't move for two hours.  I can't have any of my seed spilling out of you
and causing mayhem."
       "Last night, there was so much, probably because it had been so long
for you, that if I had even moved, it would have spilled.  But today's load
feels more like a normal vampire load."
       "Which is quite large."
       "Yes, but I can totally hold this inside me with no problem."
       "Prove it to me, and we can go out to eat breakfast."
       I got up and walked back and forth, and even jumped up and down.
"Believe me now?  I could hold a few more of your loads in here without
spilling."
       "Yes, alright, I'd love to go to breakfast."
       I insisted on a shower first, and we actually took one together.
Cleaning each other's bodies soon turned into making out in the shower, and
he showed his virility by staying hard through all of it.
       I got dressed first, and then I started to help Günter get
dressed, not wanting him to mess anything up with the modern clothes.  When
I got his boxer-briefs, I pulled the waistband up to the middle of his
dick, which was sticking up.  But when I realized it was impossible to tuck
in his shirt that way, I groaned.
       "This would be a lot easier if your virility was just a little less
impressive."
       He looked down at himself, realizing the problem for the first
time. "Jake, why is my dick not softening?"
       "We were just in the shower kissing."
       "But that was fifteen minutes ago."
       "I don't know.  Are you thinking about something that's turning you
on?"
       "I'm thinking about microbiology."
       "I dearly hope that's a no.  Well, when was the last time you were
soft?"
       "Oh my god," he said, darkness coming over his face.  "I just
realized I must have not been soft since I took that Viagra."
       "So, this morning's erection?"
       "Was actually the continuation of last night's.  And that means that
I'm not cured after all.  Damn!"  He put his face in his hands, clearly
devastated.  He was even starting to cry.
       I reached over and hugged him, patting him on the back.  "Hey, it's
alright.  This doesn't make me like you any less."
       "Well, at least we know Viagra is effective, so I might be able to
use some every once in a while."
       "Sure, for special occasions.  Günter, I truly am happy with all
the other stuff we do."
       "You're very sweet."  He kissed me.  "Well, clearly the Viagra is
working just a bit too well."
       "Did you take more than one?"
       "No!"
       "Well, I think I can hide it, hold on."  I used the waistband of his
pants to hold his dick upwards against his abs and chest, and then I pulled
his undershirt over all of it and tucked it in.  "There," I said.  "If you
hug anyone, they'll feel it, but otherwise you should be fine for
breakfast.  Just try not to be so grateful with our wait staff that you are
moved to embrace them.  Be thankful you are not Maxim, who seems to be
required to hug everyone he meets."
       We were alone, going down in the hotel elevator when he said, "Hmm,
that's odd."
       "What?"
       He clutched his dick through his shirt.  "Oh no, oh no, stop, stop,
no!"
       And then his shirt absolutely was soaked through with moisture.  "Oh
my goodness, did you just come?"
       "Yes!"
       "Why?  Were you stroking yourself?"
       "No, I was trying to stop myself, but I couldn't!  We're almost to
the lobby, you can't let them see me like this!"
       I turned around and quickly hit the emergency stop button, halting
our descent but causing an alarm.
       "This semen, I can't let any of it spill, please help me!"
       I looked at his shirt, and already the cum was burning through the
fabric, and soon it would be all over the ground.  I leaned forward and
opened my mouth, licking up his huge, hot load, which in spite of its odd
properties tastes like normal seed.
       A voice came through the elevator speaker system in German, and
Günter yelled a response.  "They said they are turning off the emergency
switch from their master panel and resuming the elevator."
       I quickly licked the last drop off his body.  "Wait, your clothes
are shredded!  There's nothing left to cover your hard penis!"
       The door opened, and I turned around to see four annoyed riders get
into the car.  Just before they did, Günter hugged me from behind, using
me as a shield to block his body from view.
       As soon as we got back to our room, Günter ripped off what
remained of his clothes.  "I can't believe it's still just as hard as
before.  And worse yet, it seems that if I don't engage in orgasm, it will
just release the semen on its own."
       "Hopefully that was just a one time deal."
       He walked over to the bed and pulled back the top covers.  "Oh my
lord, look what I did last night while I was sleeping!"
       On his side of the bed, right where his dick had been pressed into
the mattress, there was a massive burnt out hole that went not just through
the sheets, but also through he mattress, box springs, and even ruined the
bed.
       "This isn't just one time.  Which means this IS a pattern, if I
don't release my semen frequently, it comes out, kicking and
screaming. Clearly, it was a mistake to use Viagra.  I'll never make that
mistake again, with that drug or any other ED medication, but that doesn't
help me now.  Jake, I'm supposed to be at my presentation in three hours!
What am I going to do?"
       "Here, start filling up the bath with cold water and get in.  I'll
be back."
       I got a trash bag and filled it up with ice from the ice machine in
the hall, and then I went back to the room and poured the ice all over
Günter.
       "This is not terribly comfortable."
       "Just give it some time."
       But after a half hour, all that had happened was his skin turned
pale and blue, with not even the slightest bit less firm.
       "Isn't there something medically you can do?"
       "I didn't want to resort to that, but if I must."
       He retrieved a syringe.
       "What are you going to do with that?"
       "I'm going to manually extract the excess blood in my penis until it
is flaccid again."
       "Oh my goodness, I hope you don't mind if I leave the room for this
part."
       "Alright, that's worked, take a look."
       I tried to avoid looking at the blood in the syringe and instead
looked at his flaccid penis.  "Thank goodness.  Let me get you your spare
outfit, good thing we bought two of those."
       I had only gotten the shirt and tie when I heard him yell in terror.
I ran back into the bathroom to see that his penis, in those few seconds,
had risen back to the hardness it had been before.
       "Günter, don't try to do that again, please.  I don't want you
suffering unnecessary blood loss."
       "No, it was obviously a failed tactic."
       "What now?"
       "We hope it wears off."
       Two hours later, after three more orgasms, he was just as hard as
before.  I had brought both of us meals, thinking that might help flush the
medicine out of his system, and he even drank a couple packets of blood,
but none of that helped, and the more time went by, the more he surged with
anxiety.
       "I should be heading down there soon.  What am I going to do?"
       "You can't go down there.  Call them and tell them you'll present
tomorrow."
       "Now, after this afternoon, the conference is over.  There is no
tomorrow."
       "Well, present at the next conference."
       "A year from now?  No, I need to get this information out much
sooner.  This is extremely important to me, Jake."
       "I know that.  And you know if there was anything I could do for
you, I would."
       He raised an eyebrow.  "Anything?"
       "Anything.  Wait a second, you're not asking me to give your
presentation instead of you, are you?  I guess I could try."
       "No, the presentation is being given in German.  That would never
work.  I'll just go down there and see for myself if I can think of any
solution, otherwise I'll have to cancel."
       I helped him get dressed in the same manner I had that morning, and
then he left the room for the hotel ballroom.
       My phone rang, and Günter said I could help him through the
presentation after all.  I went to the bathroom, and then hurried down to
the ballroom where the presentation was occurring.
       "You're all alone in here?" I asked Günter as I came into the
huge room, which had been set up with chairs as a lecture hall seating
hundreds.
       "I asked them to leave until it's time for the presentation."
       He was working on his large, wooden podium, and I set up his
computer with the in room projection equipment.
       "You said you would help me in any way possible, right?"
       "Uh, what did I sign up for?"
       "All you have to do is something that you claim to love doing in any
case."  He lifted up the wooden podium like it was made of feathers, and I
could see that the inside was totally hollow.  "Kneel down."
       "Uh, okay."
       He surprised me when he placed the bottom of the podium over my
head, then moved it down, my whole body inside the podium.
       "What am I supposed to do in here?  What are these cushions and
drinks for?"
       "To keep you comfortable during the presentation."
       "What purpose does this serve?"
       "Turn around."
       I pivoted myself around until I was facing him.  I could see a hole
cut out of the back of the podium.  "Where did this hole come from?"
       "I made it with my pocketknife just now."
       "Is it so I can see you?"
       "Guess again."
       I heard him unzipping his fly, and then his hard unit was pressed
through the hole.  "Oh my goodness, you want me to suck you off during the
presentation?"
       "Just every half hour or so should be fine."
       "We'll be caught!"
       "As long as I'm standing flush against the podium like this, they'll
never see anything.  It's the only way, are you going to be okay with
this?"
       "As long as we don't get caught, yeah, I guess so."
       "I promise we won't get caught.  Whatever you do, just don't spill a
single drop!"
       "How will I know when you need to be--"
       My question was cut short when Günter kicked the podium.
"Welcome, sir, welcome!" he shouted, clearly for my benefit.  "You are our
very first audience member, coming into the theater!"
       "Wow, I've never been personally welcomed by any of the presenters
before, and so enthusiastically," said the man.  "Thanks, Doctor.  Should I
come up there and shake your hand?"
       "Absolutely not, please just sit down."
       After that, I could hear more and more audience members coming in
and taking their seats.  There was another podium across the stage from
where Günter and I were planted, and the organizer came out and
introduced Günter, which was all done in German, and then Günter
started in on his presentation.
       Right at the start of the presentation, he flicked his dick up and
down, and I realized he was trying to signal me.  I put the head of his
unit into my mouth, and I was surprised that Günter showed no sign of
changing his speech.  Though I certainly found this act arousing, the
danger of the situation was damping any real excitement I might have had,
so I just wanted to get the job done as quickly and efficiently as
possible.  He made a slight grunt as he blew and I drank him down, but then
continued on with his presentation.
       And then, I just hoped the presentation would end as soon as
possible.  I noticed that Günter was speaking abnormally rapidly,
probably trying to hurry through it all as fast as he could, which I was
thankful for.  But even so, the presentation turned out to be agonizingly
long, which I suppose I should have guessed from the amount of slides I had
made.  It was over an hour before he finished and they gave him a round of
applause.
       And just when I started to stretch, people started asking questions,
and he was answering them at the podium.  The more questions were asked,
the antsier I got, and even though I couldn't understand German, it seemed
like the questions were getting more and more stupid as we went along.
       By the time I finally heard the audience start to leave, it had been
nearly two hours, and I had sunk down three more loads.
       "Alright, thank you, Dr. Herzog," said the announcer from the other
podium.  "Now, please stay.  And yes, all of you newcomers coming in,
please take your seats.  Dr. Herzog is going to do the whole lecture again
for our English speaking participants."
       "I am?!" asked Günter, frustrated.
       "It's a requirement for all of our presenters, Dr. Herzog."
       "What if they don't speak English well enough?" he asked, clearly
about to play the German card.
       "If you'll just try, I'll help you with the English translation from
here."
       "Well, alright.  Ah, and now I see we have another full house of a
new audience."
       He reluctantly began his presentation in English, and I wanted to
kill the presenter for springing that on him.  Instead, I directed my anger
at Günter's dick, furiously doing my job to keep his loads going.
       We were through the normal speech in English and just starting the Q
and A when I paused for another drink of water.  Just as I looked back up
at his dick, I saw a glob of liquid shoot off the tip of Günter's penis.
Panic hit as I thought at first that it was a load I was missing, but then
I realized it was much too small for that.  The drop of what I realized was
precum shot off his unit and landed behind me, on the other side of the
podium.  Luckily, I knew that his precum was harmless.
       But I could hear a sizzling sound, and I turned around to see that
the precum was burning through the wood of the podium.  Somehow, even his
precum had turned dangerous, and before I could do anything, that little
drop burned a three inch in diameter hole, looking directly out into the
audience.
       Freaked, I grabbed the cushion, the only thing I had that would
cover that, and stuck it over the hole, blocking them from seeing me.
       And then I heard another sizzle, and turned to my right.  Another
splatter of precum had landed on the wall on that side, and if it went all
the way through the wood, there would be nothing else to cover it up, and
the people on that side of the audience would surely see me.
       So, I dove towards the wall and licked it up as quickly as possible,
just managing to get it in my mouth before it went all the way through the
wood.
       And then there was another awful sizzling, this time coming below
me.  I looked down, and precum had splattered into the floor beneath.  It
had burned through a panel top beneath me, and I heard the popping of
electrical wires short circuiting.
       While Günter was answering a question, his voice clipped off.
       "Dr. Herzog," said the host.  "I think your microphone has expired."
       "Is there a new one you can give me?"
       "Just the one I have here.  Why don't you come share the mic I have
attached to my podium."
       "You know what?  I've got a fairly powerful voice.  I think I'll
just make do without a mic."
       As he started answering questions again, I realized that any other
drop of precum that came out could be disastrous.  So I put my mouth around
his head, ready to swallow anything that oozed out.  That seemed to work
well, but the longer I went, the more exhausted my mouth muscles became,
and I so wanted all of it to end.
       After the questions were over, people took forever to leave the
room, so long that I had to suck down another load while we waited.
       "I'm so sorry that took so long," he said as he pulled up the podium
finally and freed me.  "I could hear the damage being done down here.  I
told you to make sure you didn't spill."
       I pulled off his dick, thinking that since he just blew, he wasn't
going to leak again for a few minutes.  "It wasn't my fault, it was your
precum doing the damage."
       "My pre-ejaculate?  That can't be right, it's never been damaging
before."
       "Well, perhaps it's another bad side effect of this Viagra."
       "Perhaps so."
       "That's why at the end I just had to constantly have my mouth on
you, just in case you leaked."
       He pulled me to my feet and hugged me.  "Thanks so much for doing
that.  Are you okay?"
       "Well, my jaw feels like it's about to break off, and I feel sick to
my stomach.  I don't think I can swallow anything else for the time being."
       "You won't have to," he said, zipping his fly up.
       "Excuse me, Doctor," said the host, coming into the room.  I quickly
looked down to make sure both of us were fully dressed, thankful that we
were.  "Don't forget that all of our presenters are required to sit in the
expo halls nearby to meet attendees.  You're supposed to be in your hall in
thirty minutes.  We have quite a large group looking to meet you."
       "What?  No one ever told me that.  I have other plans."
       "You absolutely must participate," he said.  "Because anyone who
wants to use or publish your findings is required to come at that time and
have you sign off on their waivers.  Otherwise, your medical discovery will
all just be academic, with no one permitted to see."
       Günter groaned.  "Well, I just can't make any promises.  Though
if there's anyway I can change my plans, I will."
       The host was hovering around in the ballroom, so Günter and I
left the room.  "I'm sorry to do this to you, but if there's anything
similar I can figure out, you'll need to do it.  Hopefully there will be a
podium there."
       I followed him through the halls.  "Günter, don't forget that you
could let loose some precum at any time."
       "I know, I only have a few more minutes before I need to be inside
you again."
       We came to the exhibition hall that he was supposed to be seated in,
and it was empty.
       "No sign of any podium here," I said.  "Come on, let's just go back
upstairs."
       "Wait, maybe let me just look here."
       There was a placard with his name on it at a long picnic table with
a couple padded chairs on it.
       "You could hide under the table, Jake."
       "But the table cloth is too short; it won't completely cover me up."
       "I can solve that."  He went to three other tables and stole the
table clothes from them, and then absolutely covered his table in draping
tablecloths until they went down all the way to the ground.  "Now you can
safely hide under there."
       "Oh, alright."  I crawled under the table.  "But if I get sick to my
stomach and puke under here, you can't be mad at me."
       "Wait a second, I think I might have an answer."  He rushed around
the room again and then delivered eight chairs, four of which he lined up
one of the long sides of the tables, and the other four directly across
from them, tucked in.
       "What am I supposed to do with all these chairs?"
       "All you have to do is lie on them and relax."
       I realized that the lined up chairs made a sort of a cushioned bed.
He had me lie down on this bed, with my rear nearby where he seated himself
at the head of the table, my feet dangling down to the ground.
       When he pulled my pants down, it first dawned on me what service I
would be providing for him.  "You're going to put yourself inside me?"
       "Since you enjoy that act even better, and I don't want to put your
mouth under more stress than it's already been in.  This really doesn't
require much on your end at all besides just lying there and staying as
quiet as possible."
       "I guess not," I said, not able to be honest about how much I hated
being topped.
       He opened his fly and stuck himself inside me, pain and trauma
hitting me all over again.  He got it in just in time, because as soon as
he did, I could hear the door opening and people coming into the room.  He
quickly pulled the tablecloth around himself so no one could see what was
below his abdomen.  At least he wasn't thrusting, he as just holding
himself inside me.
       It sounded like other presenters took their spots on other tables,
and then the first wave of audience was admitted.  Günter seemed to have
an endless procession of people waiting to ask him questions personally or
have him John Hancock things, so all I could do was sit there and endure
the pain.
       I heard someone approach Günter from behind, and it sounded like
put their arms around him.  "Guess who?" came a shrill female voice with a
German accent.  I realized from feeling Günter tense up that she must
have put her hands on his eyes.
       "I refuse to play guessing games."
       "You don't know my voice, Uncle Günter?"
       "Elsa?  Is that you?"
       "It's me!"
       "What are you doing here?!"
       "I came and actually sat through your never-ending presentation."  I
could hear her hug him.  "You know, Mom says a true gentlemen stands up
when a lady comes to greet him."
       "I've been standing all day.  Now I just need to stay seated."
       "All right, maybe I'll join you."
       She grabbed one of the chairs I was lying on and attempted to pull
it out, unsuccessfully.
       "Hmm, this chair is stuck."
       And then she pulled it really hard, yanking it free of my body,
which meant I had to grab onto the rest of the chairs and hold on just to
keep from falling.  I wasn't sure how long I could stay that way without
making a sound.
        "Oh my god, so much drama has happed since you were here last!  I
really must fill you in!"
       "Just tell me why you would decide to come to come to a medical
conference?"
       "Well, actually, I've started to apply for medical school."
       "You have?  Did you even graduate college?"
       "Not really, but I can pull some strings to get me in, I'm sure."
       "You've never been interested in medicine before."
       "Well, the thing was, Daddy has been all uptight lately.  He wanted
me to marry this guy, so you know what?  I gave the guy a test drive in bed
first, and guess what?  He lasted like five seconds.  So, uh, nope, no way,
not gonna happen.  And then Daddy got all pissed off, saying he would take
away my Maserati if I didn't make something with my life.  To get back at
him, I decided to become the one thing he hates.  A doctor.  So, this time
next year, I should have an MD by my name!"
       "You do know that that would require you to treat humans.  Don't you
hate them?"
       "I've never hated humans, that would be prejudiced!  I just hate
anyone who is old, fat, ugly, smelly, or disabled.  That's why I'm only
going to treat hot vampire guys, and then I'll totally exploit my position
to get them to bed."
       "I'm not going to argue with you.  And there's a line forming behind
you.  You wouldn't want anyone to overhear anything.  I think you should be
on your way now."
       "Fine, I'll leave, but only if I know for sure you're coming to
visit Schloss Strom this time."
       "I only have a couple of days free, and I'm spending the rest of my
time here in Vienna."
       "Nope, that's what you always say.  It's been forever since you've
come to visit, and I'll sit here and pester you forever unless you promise
to be home for dinner tomorrow, and staying for at least two nights.  I
absolutely must have you help me figure out which vampire medical school
has the hottest men."
       "That's not even something I would ever monitor!"
       "Stop making excuses and promise!"
       "Fine, I promise.  Now you can go home."
       "Yay!  I'm calling Mom to tell her the good news right now."  She
got up finally, gave him an unwanted kiss goodbye, and was on her way.
       Before anyone else could approach the table, he pushed in the chair
she had pulled out, making my bed complete again.  And then as people
resumed talking to him, he seemed to become even bolder than before,
somehow moving his lower extremities back and forth while keeping his upper
ones stable.  I suppose he felt the need to get some release, and was doing
what he could to get that quickly.  But the motion created pain in me, and
with that came more ugly flashbacks.
       The usual Jericho flashbacks came of course, but one other came as
well, and it was of Günter, when he turned into a blood-obsessed monster
and attacked me.  I had been so focused on him biting me and the blood loss
I was suffering that I hadn't processed it before.  He had been hard when
he attacked me, so hard that he had even started to push himself inside me.
He must have lost that by the time he snapped himself out of his trance, or
maybe he was too upset for that to connect, as he hadn't realized at all
that he was capable of hardness that wasn't brought on through medication.
       After he came, something remarkable happened: I felt him finally,
finally start to soften.  The Viagra had worn itself out, thank goodness.
In between people coming up to him, I felt him pull out of me finally and
zip himself up.  I pulled my pants up, just needing to wait then until I
was clear to come out.
       After all the people left the room, he pulled up the tablecloth and
let me out.  "Thank you so much for doing that.  I'm so happy it's over."
       "I didn't know you had a niece," I said to him as we made our way
back to our room.
       "I'm afraid I've absolutely spoiled what was supposed to be our
lover's exploration of Vienna, now that I'm roped into spending the rest of
this trip at my brother's.  I'm not going to bore you by bringing you
along, so you might as well stay here and enjoy yourself."
       "I'd actually rather stay with you and meet your brother."
       "I'm not sure why.  We were never close."
       "Well, I want to learn more about your past, so I can know who you
are.  Meeting your brother will help me do that."
       "But you do understand if I take you with me, you'd have to be my
assistant.  I could never let those people know that I'm capable of feeling
again."
       "That's fine.  If all of Krasnyj Sneg has been duped into believing
I am nothing more than your assistant, it should be easy fooling your
family."
       "Agreed.  Well then, we still have until tomorrow afternoon before
we'll have to leave Vienna.  Let's make the most of it."
       "Good.  Let's spend all of our free time exploring, I'd love that."
       And then we shut our bedroom door and Günter made a funny face.
"Do you hear that?"
       "What?" I asked, worried he had detected an intruder.
       He pulled open the curtain.  "That!" he said.  It was absolutely
pouring rain outside, water drenching the windows.  "Uh, as long as it
looks like that, maybe we won't be doing Vienna this time."
       "That's okay," I said, even though I might have wanted to buy
umbrellas and rain slicks and still try to go out.  "This hotel is really
nice, might as well enjoy it while we're here."

       *****

       After we looked up the weather report and found out that it would be
raining the next day too, Günter didn't even want to try to go out.  He
wanted me to order room service while he showered, but instead, I ran out
and got us take-out from a nearby restaurant, also doing a quick errand.
       He was toweling off when I returned and presented the food, and he
was pleased with it.  After dinner, I showed him the bag I had gotten from
the hardware store.  "As long as we are going to be stuck in our room,
there's something I'd like to try."
       "I hope it doesn't involve me taking another Viagra."
       "Oh no, I never want you to take one of those again."  I pulled the
chains out of the bag and showed them to him.  "Do you trust me?"
       "You know I trust you.  Are you going to blindfold me again?  Did
you get some dessert you haven't shown me yet?"
       "I'm not going to blindfold you, but you'll be getting dessert, I
suppose.  I'm going to tie you up and give you some of my blood again."
       "No, that's too dangerous.  You remember what happened last time."
       "That's why instead of ropes, I got heavy chains and locks."  I
showed them to him.  "Can you break through these?"
       "No.  But if you tie me to a chair again, I'll just break the
chair."
       "This bed is enormously sturdy and heavy, made of steel.  It's been
bolted into the ground.  I think that will hold you fine."
       He inspected it himself.  "Yes, that will do.  But why do you want
to do this?  You've already pleased me all day long.  And I don't want to
scare you."
       "I'll be fine."
       "Alright, I agree then."
       The two of us chained him to the bed together, tying his arms to the
headboard, his legs to the footboard, and then wrapped a chain across his
body just to make sure he stay put.
       "Now, this time I'm not going to cut my neck open.  I'll use a much
smaller amount of blood, and I want you to try to stay in control."
       "I'll try, I always try."
       "Good."  I poked my finger with a needle.  "Now, open up."
       He opened his mouth and I dripped a couple drops of blood onto his
mouth.  As soon as he tasted me, he went off, snarling and trying to bite
me, but I never got my finger close enough.  His eyes were somebody else's
again, and when I looked down his naked body, I could see he was hard.  So
my memory had been right, all it took was a little blood to get him going.
       He was so noisy, I was worried someone would complain, so I turned
on the TV and turned it up super loud.
       "Come back to me," I said to him softly, and after a couple minutes,
after he was flaccid, he did.
       "God, you taste good," he said.  "I didn't hurt you?"
       "No, I was perfectly safe.  Okay, now that I've tied you up, I'm
going to keep you tied up until you either learn to drink without losing
yourself or we have to check out tomorrow, whatever comes first."
       He groaned.  "I don't want you wasting your time working on this.
It's my problem, let me deal with it."
       "You're not getting the choice, so you better do all you can to make
this happen."
       I shut up his protest by squeezing more blood onto his mouth.  This
time, when he went monstrous, I put my hand gently on his chest and tried
to soothe him.  It seemed to take him just a bit shorter to snap out of it
that time.
       As the night went on, I kept at it, giving him blood every few
minutes and trying to soothe him down.  What kept me going was that each
successive feeding brought with it a shorter time where he was lost.  In a
couple hours, he made a realization as he woke up when he was still hard.
       "I'm not impotent!  I'm not impotent!"
       "I know, but I think drinking blood is the only way to get you
going.  That's one of the main reasons I'm trying to do this."
       "I would be thrilled to no end if I could beat this."
       After that, he had new motivation, I could tell he was able to exert
more and more control over himself.  Soon, we got down until it was just a
few seconds that he would turn crazy.
       "But a few seconds is all I need to kill you."
       "True.  So, we'll keep going."
       We were both so motivated that we kept it up long past bed time, in
fact, going into the early morning.  When I finally got him to the point
where he didn't lose himself at all when I dropped the blood in his mouth,
I thought we were done, and started to unlock him.
       "No," he said.  "I need to see how I do with more blood than just
measly drops."
       And so, that time I let him bite directly into my hand.  He lost
himself again, turning mean and aggressively biting into me, but then got
control and licked my hand clean of its wound.
       Twice more times biting my hand, and he had total control.  But he
still wanted more blood.
       I let him bite directly into my throat for the first time since in
his place.  Again, he lost himself for only a moment, but that wasn't good
enough for him.
       It wasn't until the fourth feeding from my throat that both of us
were absolutely sure he had conquered his cruel nature, and could feed like
any other vampire.
       As he fed from me, I unchained him finally, my body so exhausted
that I just wanted to collapse into sleep.
       "I can't ever repay you for what you've done, but I'm going to try,"
he said before returning to the wound on my neck.
       It was clear to me just how he wanted to celebrate his return to
control over his feeding as well as us eliminating his impotence: he pushed
himself inside me.  Clearly he wasn't nearly as exhausted from not sleeping
as I was.
       At least this time he had his teeth inside me, which made me numb
and made me hard.  But then, all too soon, he licked away my throat wounds
and flipped my body over, starting to really lay into me.  Pain hit me
along with that awful anxiety, and I needed to stroke myself just to keep
from going soft.
       "Oh, this feels so endlessly good!" he shouted.  "To be able to give
it to you like this without limitations!"
       And he only got more aggressive as he went on, only letting himself
climax after he had seen I had, which I guess he figured was polite.
       But afterwards, the quiet, loving cuddling that came after was
almost enough to make me forget about the previous pain.  We both fell
asleep together.


       MARCH 4th


       "So this is your brother's home?" I asked as we finally pulled off
the main road into a driveway, coming to a large, stately old farm house,
drenched in rain.
       "That's my brother's groundskeeper's house.  My brother's house is
still a half mile down, over there on the hill."  He pointed.
       "Oh my goodness!  That's not a house, that's a beautiful old
castle!"
       "Schloss Strom is much smaller than Gut Herzog in Germany."
       "How many families live in there?"
       "Just my brother's, and their servants."
       "What is your brother's name?"
       "Strom Herzog."
       "He was named after this castle?"
       "No, he bought and renamed this castle after him.  Now you can start
to see why he and I don't get along."
       "How long has there been bad blood?"
       "Forever.  Of course, after Min ripped my heart out, being around my
brother became infinitely more tolerable, since I no longer could feel
annoyance.  But now that my emotions are back, I am so worried I'll lose
control and give my emotions away."  He looked down at his pulled down
pants.  "I suppose I should put this away now."
       The whole ride, instead of sleeping as I would have done considering
we only had a couple measly hours of sleep the night before, he had amused
himself by biting into my hand, taking just a bit of blood before healing
me, and then stroking his hard dick the entire time we were driving.
       "If I was driving, you could be sucking me off right now!  The ride
would be so much more fun for both of us," he said repeatedly to me during
the drive.
       "Well, you won't be driving, considering you fessed up to totaling
your first two rentals."
       "I told you, it was just a learning curve.  Besides, you're not even
technically supposed to be driving this car."
       "That's because you insisted on the two of us dressing in our period
suits when we checked out, and everyone was looking at us strangely.  That
little kid asked us if we were carolers!  I wasn't going to strut into a
crowded rental office."
       "Too bad we're too late to pull over for a while so we can satisfy
our wonderful cravings."
       "Yes, too bad."
       "I might be able to bend myself around so that you could get your
mouth on me while you're driving."
       "No, that's insane!  I need to see out the windshield!"
       "Oh, I know, if I unbuckle your seatbelt, I bet I could lift you up
and sit underneath you, and we could spend the ride REALLY enjoying
ourselves."
       "No!  No wonder you totaled two cars, if these are the kinds of
activities you think are permissible for the driver!"
       And so we had gone through the whole day without sex as we pulled up
to the castle.  Once we had brought our luggage inside, it became clear to
me that although the place was impressive, it had a very bold design to it,
with decoration approaching gaudy, almost as if its owner was compensating
for something.  Also, everything in it looked like it had been designed for
giants, doorways, fireplaces, and furniture all much larger than they
needed to be.
       "Good evening, I'm Ms. Austerlitz, the butler in Schloss Strom,"
said a stately German woman in her sixties without a smile.  Seeing her
turn-of-the-century servant's clothes made me realize that in spite of the
car we had drove in on, this place was just as set in the older times as
the rest of the Carstvo.  "Dr.  Herzog, we have your room all made up for
you.  Is this your romantic companion?"
       "No, I'm his assistant, Jake."
       "Ah Jake, what is it you assist the doctor with?"
       "He assists me with all of the mundane tasks I need to get through
my day.  He's a valet, a chauffeur, or whatever other labor I need done.  I
can't even manage to dress myself without his care.  I might need to have
him stationed inside my room, in fact."
       "That's highly unorthodox," she said, not liking that idea at all.
       "That's okay, I'll get my own room," I said, hoping the different
sleeping quarters would eliminate the possibility of him topping me while
we were here.
       "I'll find a place for you.  In the meantime, Jake, you could assist
your master with his luggage."
       "Ah, yes, of course."
       I pulled his bags out of his hands and the three of us went upstairs
to Günter's room, which wasn't as large as I had expected it to be, but
it had its own bathroom.
       "If you need anything, just pull this cord, here," she said to him.
"It has a bell in my room, and I'll come get you.  One thing that drives me
up the wall is guests wandering around the castle on their own."
       "Sure, I'll use it if I need anything."
       "Alright, Jake," Ms. Austerlitz said icily as soon as we had left
Günter in his room.  "The servants sleep upstairs."
       She led me through a very modest staircase, clearly us having passed
into the servants portion of the home as we went.  The upstairs had less
charm than an insane asylum, and she led me through the cramped hallways
and into one of the bedrooms.
       "Senta, the Doctor's valet is sharing a room with you."
       "You know I detest sharing a room, Ms. Austerlitz!"  She was a woman
in her thirties.
       "That's final.  As the lowest ranking and newest member of the
staff, you've been put in the only double room.  That means that unless you
expect Jake to share a bed with one of us, there's no other place for him."
       "But technically, shouldn't the head housekeeper have final say over
this wing of the servant's quarters?"
       "I suppose, but the head housekeeper always does exactly what I tell
him to do."
       "Yes, Ms. Austerlitz."  As soon as we were alone, she was sending me
scathing looks.
       "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be disruptive."
       "You don't mean to be, yet you are, in any case.  Well, there's your
bed, there.  There's a privacy curtain that divides the room in two."
       She pulled a thin white sheet suspended from the ceiling across the
room.
       "There's a second door you can use on your half so that you never
have to bother me again.  Just do me a big favor and while you're here, try
not to make a sound.  If I can't hear you, I'll forget you're even there."
       "Uh, alright, I'm pretty good at being quiet."
       "You'd better be.  Especially at night."
       Feeling very unwanted in that room, I left.  I didn't see
Ms. Austerlitz anywhere, so I left the servant's quarters and went back to
Günter's room.
       "Do I have time for a nap before dinner?" I asked him, jumping on
his bed.
       "No, you don't."
       "Do they eat on the early side here?"
       "No.  I doubt you'll be getting any sleep when we're doing this."
       He kissed me hotly, and started to pull my clothes off.  Soon, he
had his own clothes off as well, and I knew there would be no way to
convince him how much more fulfilling a nap would be over him topping me.
       He bit into my neck again to get himself going, and then licked my
wound shut, grabbing some lube from his bag and greasing himself up.  So,
at least it would hurt a little less that way, but I also knew he wouldn't
be biting me as he entered me.  Worried about him seeing me deflate, I
turned over onto my stomach.
       He pierced me, making a loud noise, and I had to shush him before he
got his noises under control.  The pain was so awful, that anxiety hitting
me, that I burrowed my body into the sheets of the bed, willing myself to
hide from him, but that wasn't happening.
       And then he started to go for it, all of his pent up sexuality
making him hit me hard.
       "Ahh!" he yelled.
       I almost scolded him for making noise again, but before I could, I
felt him freeze, covering me.
       "Ms. Austerlitz, what are you doing?!"
       "Master has ordered me to summon you."  For the first time, I
realized she was actually inside the room.  She must have just burst in.
"Why on earth are you indecent?"
       "I decided to take a nap, and I always sleep naked when I'm by
myself!"
       That's when I realized that somehow, Günter had prevented
Ms. Austerlitz from seeing me at all.  He had used those vampire muscles to
block my body entirely from view, surely helped by the fact that I had been
so buried in sheets.  So far, his important need to keep up the lie that he
was still an impotent, unfeeling man had remained intact.
       "I thought I locked my door!"
       "You'll find this room's lock doesn't work, Doctor."
       "And you couldn't have knocked first?"
       "I don't believe in knocking.  It wastes my time, and gives
troublemakers the chance to fool me."
       "Well, I'm in the middle of a nap here.  Please just let me finish
it."
       "The time for sloth has passed, Doctor.  Your brother requires me to
bring you to dinner, he won't have the rest of the family join you until he
knows you're seated.  And he is very hungry, it seems."
       "Fine, I'll come now, but could you please leave the room and give
me some privacy?"
       "No, that's not acceptable.  I'll have my eyes glued on you until
you're safely in the dining room."
       "I need to get dressed.  You're going to see all of me."
       "If you think seeing your penis will debauch me, I'll have you know
that I've been refusing to knock for a long time and have seen quite a few
of those.  Nothing can scare me now."
       "But still, I don't want you to see mine."
       "Oh, come on, aren't you a medical doctor that sees naked patients
all the time?  Surely you cannot be that modest yourself.  And wait, isn't
modesty an emotion?  I thought you were supposed to be cold?"
       "I am, I'm not modest, and I'll prove it."
       He threw the blankets over both of us in bed, and then pulled out of
me.  He had grown soft, luckily.  While I stayed still and hidden, he
slipped out from under the blankets, and walked naked in front of
Ms. Austerlitz to where his clothes were on the floor.  He put them on
quickly.
       "Fine, let's go then, Doctor."
       "Yes, yes.  Oh, I asked my assistant to meet me in the dining room
for dinner."  He said that part loudly, clearly for me.
       "I don't know why you think I care about that.  Did you figure I
would be impressed by your chivalry?  I don't care how you treat your
servants."
       They shut the door as they left, and after a bit, I got dressed
again and snuck out of Gunther's room.  I went down to the main floor,
asked a passing maid where the dining room was, and was directed towards
the small dining room.
       Aside from the various serving staff lingering around, there were
five people seated at the table, including Günter, but clearly the most
striking was the only other male, clearly Strom Herzog, Günter's
brother.  His hair was light brown in color, and his face held a closely
trimmed Franz Joseph.  He looked somewhat like his brother, but taller and
a tad more handsome, perhaps.  He was dressed in a facsimile of a
late-nineteenth century German Empire officer's uniform, what I thought was
called a Waffenrock, and his prominent vampire muscles filled out every
inch of the fetching uniform.  It was an olive green tunic that came down
over his waist, with a vertical row of gold buttons on each side of the
coat.  The lining was deep red, with a half-collar and cuffs the same hue,
as well as fancy epaulettes.  His tight fitting pants matched the olive
color, and he had a fancy sword at his side.
       There were three women at the table, all in period dresses.  Two of
them looked like beautiful sisters, extremely similar except for one being
bustier than the other.  The other was perhaps in her eighties, and also
looked vaguely similar to the sisters.  They had only had their drinks
served to them when I got there and no more.
       "Ah, good," said Günter, looking up at me.  "This is my
assistant, Jake Groves.  Jake, why don't you come in and have a seat at the
table, there's plenty of room for you."
       Strom first took notice of me, looking me over and then giving me a
scathing look, even though my clothes were the perfectly respectable ones
Maxim had bought me.  "Ms. Austerlitz!  Ms. Austerlitz, come in here
please!"
       Ms. Austerlitz, who was hovering nearby with the serving staff,
quickly came forward.  "Yes, Master?"
       "Please tell our new employee when the last time I allowed a servant
to sit at this table was."
       "It's never happened, Master."
       "Exactly, and I don't see why we need to part with fine traditions."
       The two attractive sisters looked me over, checking me out, perhaps.
       "Hello Jake!  I'm Elsa."  I recognized her voice from the
conference; this was Günter's niece, the less busty of the sisters,
smiling at me.  "I say he can sit down and join us."
       "No, darling," said Strom.
       "Oh, come on, Daddy.  Just look at him!  He can sit across from me.
I'd so much rather stare into his dreamy eyes than look into Grandma's
ugly, wrinkled old skin."
       "What did you say?" asked the old woman, not catching it at all.
       She started to yell.  "I said I'm sick of looking into your wrinkled
old skin over there, and you're so pathetically hard of hearing that we
have to shout all the time now, even in the few moments when we're not
arguing at the table!  And Jake here smells ever so much better than you
have for the past ten years!"
       "I can't help being old!  At least you could help being such a
brat!"
       "No, I will not allow this, this, MAN to sit at our table."
       "You're being unreasonable," said Günter to his brother.
       "Why you see fit for the first time in forever to come to the
defense of a servant, I'm not sure."
       "No, I'm not defending him," said Günter, quickly resuming his
emotionless tone.  "Do as you wish."
       "I don't know why you see fit to bringing him here with you, in any
case," said Strom.  "You know we have valets here to spare for you."
       "He's not just a valet, he can perform all the tasks that the rest
of the servants here can.  And now, I want him to stick around in case I
need anything during dinner, even if he's standing.  He does it all."
       Elsa perked up.  "Well then, I do believe I could make use of him.
I always wanted a lady's valet.  Jake, I'm ordering you to help me undress
in my bedroom later tonight."
       "Yes, ma'am."
       "No, that's not permitted," said Strom.
       "But why, Daddy?"
       "He probably is trained to be a men's valet, not a woman's.  If you
want a lady's valet, we can find you one that I approve of."  He looked at
me sternly.  "Jake, I'm the master in this house, and I'm ordering you to
stay away from Elsa, regardless of what she says.  My orders supersede
everyone else's here, is that understood?"
       "Yes, sir."
       "I personally will be counting the days until both of you are out of
here for good."
       "Don't be so dramatic," Elsa said to her father.
       They were interrupted when the serving staff brought dinner in.
       "No Austrian food tonight?" asked the old woman.
       "I ordered something special, just for my brother."
       "What is this?" asked Günter as a very delicious plate of food
was placed in front of him.
       "I did some investigating, just for you, brother.  These were some
of your favorite recipes your mother would make for you as a child.  Does
this bring back memories?"
       Günter took a bite, and for a second, I thought he was going to
cry.  But he held it back.  "I suppose."
       "You were very close to your long dead mother, weren't you?"
       "Only as a boy," he said.
       "Don't you feel anything now, eating her food?"
       "No, I don't," said Günter, grabbing a stack of papers and
setting them in front of him on his placemat, taking his plate and pushing
it aside.  "As you know, I could care less what I'm eating.  It's just
sustenance to me without any emotional connection.  And when I have a meal,
I like to work through my meal, hence the patient charts I'm viewing."  He
looked intensely absorbed in his reading, stabbing bites into his mouth
occasionally.
       "Yes, yes, you always have to remind us that you're a doctor and the
rest of us are not, isn't that true?"
       "Oh god, please no, we've all heard this a million times," said
Elsa.
       "Our new everything servant, Jake, hasn't heard this," said Strom.
       "Oh, I'm sure he's just dying to hear it, too."
       "I wouldn't want Jake to be left in the dark," said Strom.  "You
see, Jake, the Tsar, when he was selecting who he wanted to represent the
Herzog's in Russia, who would be chosen head of the family, he did
something that was totally unorthodox.  Instead of choosing the eldest
Herzog heir, he chose the younger, bastard brother."
       "He wasn't a bastard then, Daddy."
       "No, otherwise he wouldn't have been eligible.  After my Austrian
mother died, our idiotic father had to go and marry Günter's German
mother on her death bed, making Günter sadly legitimate.  But that
doesn't keep me from calling you a conniving little bastard, does it,
Günter?"
       Günter was managing to stay only interested in his work, yet the
closeness I shared with him told me that underneath he was absolutely
bristling with anger, and I worried he would lose his cool and blow his
cover.
       "Don't be so mean to him, Daddy.  I told you, he's my guest.  If you
keep being rude to him, he'll never come again."
       "Nonsense," said Strom.  "He isn't capable of offense, are you,
bastard?"
       "No, I am not."
       "Now, Jake, you may be wondering, why would Kirill ever select
Günter over me, when I'm a military man, just like him?  Well, it was
because the rest of his Ministerstvo selections were military officers, and
the Tsar was in dire need of a personal physician.  So, Günter stole
what everyone knew was rightfully mine."
       "He didn't steal anything," said Elsa.  "The Tsar picks who he
chooses, and he didn't want you.  Too bad."
       Strom ignored his daughter.  "I had had enough of Gut Herzog, which
would always be ruled by my brother, and adopted this place, owned
previously by my mother's Austrian family, and redesigned it to suit me."
       Suddenly I realized who was responsible for all this gaudy
decoration that screamed compensation.  I looked to Strom's crotch, but his
tunic was covering it from my view.
       "That's fascinating, sir," I said, with perhaps just a bit of hard
to conceal bite.
       He glowered at me.  "Since you're obviously not helping anyone in
here, and since my brother boasts of your multiple skills, I do believe we
can make use of you.  The groundskeeper has a stack of wood that could use
chopping.  Why don't you go outside now and chop that wood for us."
       "But Daddy, it's raining."
       "Oh, good point.  Right Jake, be sure to wear a coat.  And don't
come back in the house until it's finished."
       "Yes, sir."
       I left the room fuming.  I thought maybe no one would hold me to
this order, but Ms. Austerlitz quickly killed that dream, leading me
around.  I went and put on my own modern rain gear, not caring if I broke
some etiquette rule in the process.  Ms. Austerlitz showed me to the pile
of wood outside without leaving the dryness of the back door, and that's
where she watched me the whole time as I stood out in the cold rain and
chopped that wood down.  It took me hours.
       After I was done, she made me shower and dress in clean clothes
before anything, and only then did she allow me a cold, servant's meal.
       The room I was sharing with Senta the maid was dark by the time I
went to bed, and Senta was fast asleep.  Exhausted from sleep deprivation,
I was out as soon as I said my prayers.

       *****

       I woke up far, far too soon, roused by noise.  I could hear voices,
Senta's and someone else's, and instead of blackness, there were lights on
in her portion of the room.
       "Shh, we have to be quiet, Master."
       "I'll be only as quiet as I can be, and no more," said Strom.
       I looked over and realized I could see their shadows coming through
on the sheet, that it was creating silhouettes for me to see what they were
doing.  He was ripping her clothes off; that much was certain, and I
realized the two of them were having some secret affair.  No wonder Senta
had been so angry when Ms. Austerlitz had put me in her room.  If
Ms. Austerlitz knew what was going on in this room at night, she'd flip
out.  Now Senta's demands that I be absolutely silent at night made sense
to me.  Clearly, Strom had no idea I was there, and the beds were far
enough apart that he wouldn't be able to smell my blood.
       I froze, not wanting any sound I made to go detected.
       She pulled down his pants, and I saw a huge silhouette of something
very hard, so big it put my compensation theory to shame.  Was it just a
trick of the shadows, making things larger than they should've been?
Before I could look any closer, he was inside her, both of them grunting
pleasurably.  And then the bed started rocking up and down as they really
began their business.
       I was so tired, I started to drift off.  No, I couldn't let myself
fall asleep, I might snore or move around in a way that would give away my
presence.
       But after ten long minutes, during which their noise only
intensified, I knew I couldn't keep myself away like that any longer.
Angry, I quietly got off the bed, put a robe over my PJs, put on a pair of
slippers, and put my phone in my pocket, for fear it would ring.  I snuck
out the door as quietly as possible, certain they had never heard me.  It
was only when I was almost to Günter's room that I thought about using
my phone as a recording device as evidence that I knew about Strom's
affair, in case that became useful later.  Oh well, I was far too tired to
go back.
       I closed Günter's door behind me and walked over to his bed.  He
was sleeping nude on the side closest to the door, so I walked around the
bed to the other side, not wanting to wake him.  I pulled back the covers
and gazed longingly at the bed beyond.
       Somehow, even though I had been moving quietly, Günter woke up
with a yawn, and leapt up, sitting on the side of the bed that I was about
to slip into.  He hugged me and kissed me sweetly as he wrapped his
dangling feet around my standing legs.  "Mmm, I think it's splendid you
decided to join me tonight.  And I think I know exactly why you stole away
from your room into mine."
       "You do?" I asked, hoping he realized how tired I was.
       "Yes, you knew that neither one of us would be sleeping tonight
until we could do this."  And then he bit into my neck, taking just enough
blood to get himself going before closing me up.  "I'm right, aren't I?"
       "Oh yes," I was forced to lie.  "That was my devious plan all
along."
       "I cannot tell you how much I've been dreaming of your behind all
day long, especially after our last encounter was interrupted.  See how
much I want you?"  He placed my hands on his hardness, and it was it's
usual impressive self, but my butt actually hurt just looking at it, and
this was the last thing I wanted this night, as exhausted as I was.
       "Oh, yes.  It's so hot, I can't stop myself from doing this."  I
dropped down until my knees were on the floor, and devoured him with my
mouth.
       "Ohh yeah!"
       I worked him over for a few minutes, which was pleasant enough for
me as well.
       "Alright, you'd better stop, I don't want to come that way and spoil
this for you."
       But I kept on sucking, even as he begged me to stop, and I wondered
if he would physically force me off of him or if would just let me take
control.
       When he pushed my face back down with his hands away from him, I
knew.  "No, as hot as that is, I want us to come together with me inside
you, both of our favorite."  He got up on the bed again and patted the
space in front of him, invited me to join him.  I felt my knees turn to
stone, not wanting to let my body get up and into bed with him, but I knew
I would have to make myself.
       The door flew open, and I heard frantic cries of "Günter,
Günter!"  A woman was in the room with us, and at first I thought it was
Ms. Austerlitz, but the bed was between me and the door, so I couldn't see
anything.  Günter quickly threw a blanket over his lower half in bed
before she could see anything.
       I hid behind the bed, frozen.
       And then the woman walked briefly into view, and I saw this wasn't
Ms. Austerlitz at all, this was one of the two sisters who had been at
dinner.  I saw she was bustier, and I knew it was the sister who hadn't
said anything the whole time I had been in the dining room.  Her tone of
voice suggested she was having some sort of emergency.
       "Yes, Ursala?  What is the problem?"
       "The problem," she said, shutting the door behind her.  "My problem
only you can solve."
       I heard her running all of the sudden, shockingly, right for the
bed.  She'd see me any second, I knew, so all I could do was to slip under
it.
       I heard her jump onto the bed, wrap herself around Günter, and
start to kiss him.  I felt absolutely disgusted.
       "Only you can melt my desires, Günter!"
       "Stop!"
       "Feel these nipples in your face?  Tell me you have the will power
to not lick them!  I want you inside me so bad!"
       "You know that would be deadly to you."
       "Not if you just pulled out before your climax."
       "No, no, no!  I've told you, Ursula, I'm not a man, I'm a machine.
Incapable of love or lust."
       "I know you say that, you say it every time, but I'll never stop
trying."
       "Please, please stop."
       "No.  Every free moment I get, I'll burst in here and try again.
Because I knew eventually you'll see how much I love you."
       "I've told you this already, Ursula, you don't love me, that's an
illusion.  A woman cannot love a machine, and your secret attraction to me
is highly inappropriate.  Please, please stop."
       "No, I refuse!"
       "Go now, I insist."
       "Please will you just let me touch you there?  I know I can revive
you."
       "No, absolutely not."
       "Fine," she said, getting off the bed and going for the door.  "But
one of these times, I'll win."  And she left, shutting the door behind her.
       After he was sure she was gone, he got down on the ground, and
helped me out from under the bed.  "You were so smart, she never even knew
you were in here.  I only just barely kept her from realizing I was
sporting this."  He showed me his still massive hardon.
       "I can't believe your niece is trying to jump your bones!"
       "No, that's gross!  No, Elsa is my niece, she'd never do that, ever.
This was Ursula, my sister-in- law."
       "Oh, Strom's wife?"
       "Yes.  He has no idea about this behavior, obviously.  But for
decades whenever I'm around her, she attacks me like this.  Usually, I've
had a lock on my door, but no longer.  Look, as much as I really, really
want to top you right now, she could really come back at any moment.  You
can't stay in here, I'm sorry."
       "Oh, that's too bad, I've been craving you topping me all day.  But,
as you said, it's not safe here."
       "No, it's not, and not just that, I don't think you should be in my
room at all, ever.  She could come here at any time."
       "That's fine.  I'll just go to bed then, upstairs in my room.
Goodnight."  I gave him a kiss, and then left his room.
       When I got back to my own room, I could hear Senta sleeping, her
light off.  Either Strom was sleeping too, or he was gone.  I fell right
asleep.

       *****

       I awoke with a start, feeling a strong vampire body on mine, feeling
something large invading my body, my first thought was I had woken up a
sleeping Strom and this was his retaliation.  But when I opened my eyes, I
saw Günter's smiling face instead.
       "I couldn't make myself soft, I just have to have you tonight," he
whispered.
       I put a frantic finger to my lips, and pointed at the other side of
the room.  I pantomimed that I had a sleeping roommate, and when he stopped
and listened, he heard her breathing for the first time.  His face turned
white.
       I jumped out of the bed, pulled up my PJs, and opened the door
quietly, motioning for him to leave.  He nodded for me to go to as well, so
I grabbed my phone and followed him out.
       "As much as I want you to top me tonight," I whispered as soon as we
were safely in the hall, "there's just nowhere for us to go, I'm sorry."
       "Wait, I passed someplace on the way here that will work.  But we
have to move fast, if anyone sees me with you out here tonight, they'll
know."
       He pulled me outside of the normal living quarters of the servants
and into a more working zone, opening a door.  "You want us to make love in
the supply closet?"
       "Hey, I'll take you anyway I can get you."
       He pulled me into the closet and we shut it behind, being lit up by
just an overhead bulb.  Shelves piled with cleaning supplies went high over
our heads.
       He pulled off his robe, leaving him naked underneath, and pulled my
pants to the ground as he kissed me with an energy that I just could not
even pretend to match.  Before long, he was inside me again, the pain
making those Jericho flashbacks resurface, and the only way to keep myself
hard was to stroke myself as I shut my eyes and convinced myself that it
would be over soon.
       "What on earth are you doing in there?"
       Before I could even react, the door was opening, and I opened my
eyes just in time to see Ms.  Austerlitz looking down at my dick and my
hand, and she let out a startled scream.
       "What are you doing, you disgusting deviant!" she scolded, wrapping
her thick bathrobe around her, as if that would make her safer somehow.
"Did you really think you could get away with this, masturbating in the
closet just because you couldn't stand to share a room for a couple
nights?"
       Only then did it hit me that I hadn't felt Günter behind me since
she startled us, and since she seemed to think I was masturbating alone, he
must have concealed himself behind me.
       "Yes, you caught me," I said, putting my dick away as I pulled my
PJs up.  "Now, just leave me alone."
       "So you can return to your deviance?  Absolutely not!"
       She grabbed me by the ear and forced me out of the closet. But she
very luckily didn't look behind me as she did it, still not seeing him.
       "I'm going to be watching you extra carefully from now on.  If I so
much see you run off on your own, I'll be there."
       "It won't happen again."  I was horribly embarrassed.
       "I'll make sure of that.  Oh, and don't forget your robe."
       She walked back into the closet to pick Günter's fallen robe off
the floor of the closet, and I was sure she would see him.  But as she
knelt down, I tilted my head up to see naked Günter, still hard,
grasping the upper shelves of the cabinets, far above us against the
ceiling, and as long as she didn't look up, she wouldn't see.
       "Ah, yes, my robe."
       She handed it to me and then made to leave.  "Oh, the ceiling
light's on, let me pull the drawstring," she said, and I knew she would see
him then.
       "I've got that!"
       I ran past her, pushed her aside, and turned the light off myself,
then left the closet and shut the door.
       "Ah, here you are," said another female voice.
       "Mistress!  What brings you upstairs at this hour?" asked
Ms. Austerlitz, as both of us looked to see Ursula walking towards us.
       "I heard voices up here.  Jake, can I borrow you, please?  It's cold
and I need a fire in our room started."
       "Yes, ma'am."
       "Mistress, if I may," said Ms. Austerlitz.  "Let me find a person
more suited to the task than this one."  She looked at me with disdain, but
she didn't say anything.
       "No, I don't want to wake anyone else up.  Jake will be fine.
Goodnight, Ms. Austerlitz."
       "Goodnight, Mistress."
       Ursula led me downstairs to the master bedroom, the largest,
gaudiest room of all.  The bed was some custom made piece that was much
larger than a king.  His fireplace was just as large, though it hadn't been
used much, and indeed, I noticed that there were heating vents in the room.
Still, the room was very cold.
       "Uh, you don't have anything to light this with," I said as soon as
I started arranging wood.
       "Oh, right, we're out of matches in here, let me try to find some in
the kitchen."  And she left me alone in the room.
       My deviousness bristled as soon as she was gone.  I pulled my phone
out and set it to record, just the audio.  I placed the phone under the
bed.
       "What are you doing under there?" asked Ursula, and I quickly
scooted out.
       "Oh, nothing.  Ma'am.  Just, um, well, I thought I saw some matches
under there, but I was wrong."
       "Do you know you're wearing the same robe Günter has?" she asked.
       "Oh, am I?  Well, there's just like one of those robe stores in the
entire city of Krasnyj Sneg.  Practically every third male on the street is
wearing one of these robes, ma'am."
       "Well, aren't you going to light a fire now?"
       "Sure."
       I took the matches and went over to fireplace, sitting down and
arranging the kindling.  A few minutes later, I had a roaring fire going.
       "Alright ma'am, that should do it."
       Before I could say another word or even get back to my feet, I was
attacked.  Ursula sat in my lap and threw her arms and legs around me,
kissing me.
       "AHHH!" I yelled.  "What are you doing?  Why are you NAKED?!"
       "Take me, take me, I'm so ready!"  She rubbed her bare breasts in my
face.
       "Stop!"
       I pushed her off of me, perhaps a little too hardly, and got up.
       "No, please just give me what I need!  You have to!"
       "No, I'm not."
       "You don't understand what it's like.  Look around!  Strom hates
men, and he surrounds himself with as many women as possible.  Strom and I
have an open relationship, but when this whole castle contains not one man
who can satisfy me but Strom, it drives me batty.  The only chance I get to
satisfy my needs is when I get away to Vienna, which is only very rarely.
When a good looking man such as you comes to stay with us, I cannot resist
them.  Please, please, all it will take is a few minutes in my bed and I
won't bother you again."
       That's when I noticed the windows in the room had been cracked open,
making it unnaturally cold.  She had just used that as an excuse to get me
in the room.  "No, I refuse!"
       Just then, I jumped as the bedroom door slammed open, and Strom
walked in.  He looked at me, and he looked at his naked wife, and his eyes
went suspicious.  "What exactly is going on here?"
       "Oh, Strom!  Nothing at all.  I just asked Jake to make us a fire.
I thought it would be a chance for you and I to be romantic.  I was
stripping down just for you."
       "And I was just leaving," I said.
       "You sure were," said Strom giving me a nasty look.
       It was only when I was halfway up to my room that I remembered about
my phone.


       MARCH 5th


       The next morning, after a plain breakfast with all the servants in a
very long table, the less senior half of the servants, including myself,
had to wait until after breakfast to use the servants' bathroom to wash up.
I figured there would be two bathrooms, one for each sex, but there was
just one large one.  There was a row of toilet stalls, a row of sinks out
in the open, and then a row of shower stalls, which I was waiting in line
for.  The place was packed, though it consisted almost entirely of women.
The couple men were very flamboyantly gay, and therefore, I assumed,
non-threatening to the women, as no one had any qualms about nudity in
here.
       But that seemed to hold true for my presence as well, so either the
women somehow knew I was gay, or they just were relaxed about anyone.
       That relaxation was thrown out the window when Günter came into
the room, his bathrobe on.  Everyone quickly used towels to cover their
nudity, and there were unpleasant gasps all around.
       "Dr. Herzog, this bathroom is for servants only," said one of the
women, and I realized that it wasn't that he was a man that upset him, it
was that to them, he was an entirely elevated class.
       "And that would be fine, but as I told the guards outside my room,
the bathroom in my room has no hot water this morning.  So, I've come to
use this one."
       Even though his excuse seemed to quiet them, the servants all
continued their cleaning up looking very uneasy, and the chatter that had
been in the bathroom stopped entirely.
       He saw me in my towel, took off his robe, quickly put on a towel of
his own, and got into the line behind me, acting like he wasn't the least
bit interested that I was there.  I hoped he wasn't going to try to share
my shower stall, as these shower doors were constantly being looked at by
the other staff there.  The stalls were completely sealed off with wood, so
there was no way to know that any of the closed stalls were occupied.  Yet,
whoever was in front of the line kept their eyes locked to all of the
stalls, waiting for one to open up.
       My turn came, and I went into my shower and shut and locked the
door.  The stall was so tiny, there was barely enough room to hang up my
towel in a space that would not get wet.
       In the middle of scrubbing myself, I almost screamed when one of the
wooden plates in the wall of an adjoining shower was removed, and I could
see into the stall.  Günter had somehow detached it from his stall, and
he looked at me and put his finger to his lips.
       He tried to climb through the small hole into my stall, but actually
got stuck halfway through, as he was much too large to do such a thing.  I
had to pull him with all my strength just to get him unstuck and into my
stall.  Once he was inside, he was all smiles, kissing me and embracing me
under the water.
       "You didn't have hot water issues upstairs, did you?" I whispered.
There was enough water running in the bathroom to cover the whispers.
       "No.  This was the only place in the castle where I knew for sure
that there would be a locked door."
       Both of us knew we'd have to keep our whispers just to necessary
communications, so we kissed instead as our hands roamed over each other's
naked bodies.  He bit into my throat, and I knew exactly what he wanted as
he fed on me.
       The challenge was that the shower was certainly not big enough for
two, so we had to be absolutely plastered against each other.  He lifted my
legs up, wrapping them around his body, and then he pushed my hole down
onto his hardness, which was only lubed by the water alone.  At least he
was biting me, numbing the pain, and I tried to keep the awful flashbacks
to a minimum.
       He healed my wound, and only then was he able to get the traction to
really drive it to me.  Clearly he had all sorts of pent up sexual
frustration from the previous day.
       "He's in there, Ms. Austerlitz." I heard someone say from outside.
       There was a loud rap at the door of Günter `s shower.  "This is
Ms. Austerlitz.  Dr. Herzog, you shouldn't be down here at all.  Please
return to your room."
       "Just ignore her," whispered Günter as he continued his business
unimpeded.  "She can't unlock the door."
       "Mr. Herzog, can you hear me?  MR. HERZOG?!"
       There came a pause.
       "Mr. Herzog, I have a skeleton key to every lock in this castle, and
if you don't open this door in ten seconds, I'm coming in myself.  One."
       Günter angrily pounded on shower wall in frustration, pulling out
of me.  He started towards the hole in the door, but I knew it would take
him way longer than ten seconds to go through.  I pushed him away and
climbed through the hole myself much easier, since I was smaller.
       "Eight."
       I frantically grabbed the spare board and put it in place.
       "Nine."
       I couldn't for the life of me figure out how the board was meant to
stay.
       "Ten."
       She opened the door, and I was forced to lean against the hole,
blocking it from her view.
       "Uh, hello?" I asked as she looked me over.  Thank goodness I was
soft by then.
       "Mr. Groves?  What are you doing in there?" asked Ms. Austerlitz.
       "I thought that was his shower."
       "Are you in Dr. Herzog's shower?  Is he in there?"
       "Dr. Herzog?  No, I'm obviously alone in here, look."  I showed her
my stall.
       "How come you weren't answering me?"
       "Sorry, I have bad hearing."
       "Alright."
       "Well, maybe it was that stall."
       Ms. Austerlitz knocked hard on the one that I had originally gone
in.  "Dr. Herzog?"
       "Ah, yes?  I'm in here.  I noticed you stationed guards outside my
room at all times."
       "That's because when I came to your room late last night, you
weren't there."
       "I had to take an urgent medical call from a patient."
       "You should take it from your room."
       "I don't get good service from there."
       "The whole castle gets fine service, including your room.  In the
future, if you want to leave your room, you need to call me to accompany
you.  I was quite cross at the guards considering they let you leave on
your own again."
       "I needed to take a shower, my hot water was out."
       "That's what they told me, and yet, when I just checked the water,
it was hot enough to scald me."
       "Huh, I guess the hot water was just temporarily gone."
       "I'm going to wait right here for you to get out of that shower,
Dr. Herzog, and when I do, I will accompany you straight back to your
room."
       And any idea that he resume and complete what we had started went
down the drain.

       *****

       A bit later on, when I was asked to help out in the master bedroom
again, I accepted, hoping it would net me an opportunity to retrieve my
phone.  But I found the bed sadly occupied when I arrived.  Ursula was
lying there reading, and she was in very revealing silk lingerie.  As soon
as she saw me, she started rubbing her breasts through the negligee.  I
froze at the door, figuring she was just going to try to sleep with me
again.
       "What do you want with me?"
       "It's not me who summoned you this time, I swear.  It's my husband.
His valet is sick, and he needs you to fill in for him.  He's through
there."  She pointed to a door.
       I walked past her and into the door.  I was in a large dressing
room, and beyond that, I could see a bathroom door ajar.  "Jake?"
       "Yes, sir?"
       "How are you with a razor?"
       "Just fine."
       "Good, come in and give me a shave.  I can't manage it on my own."
       There was a chair in the bathroom, with a nearby tray that held an
old-fashioned razor, cream, and a bowl of water.  Strom was sitting in the
chair.  He was wearing two towels, one wrapped around his waist, and the
other around his upper body and neck, clearly meant to help the shave.
       "I can help with this, sir," I said, grabbing the cream off the
tray.
       "Good.  And you'd better not cut me, either."
       "I won't."
       As I started to lather him up, he said, "I don't like the way you're
hovering over me like that doing this particular job.  It feels like you
are trying to threaten me."
       "I am certainly not trying to do that, sir.  How do you want me to
do it?"
       "My sick valet always sat here."  He pulled me down until I was
sitting in his toweled lap, facing him.  It did offer me a lot more
stability, and the tray was in hands reach of me there.  I knew from his
wife that Strom hated men, therefore I didn't mind being so close to him,
while if it was someone like Maxim, who I knew was attracted to me, being
so intimate might have felt like a betrayal to Günter.
        As I started to shave him, I had to admit that as long as he kept
his mouth shut, which the shaving necessitated, his face was very handsome
in a very German way.  There was something relaxing and soothing about
shaving him that I actually enjoyed.
       My serenity was ruined by Ursula coming into the room.  "Don't mind
me, just putting my make- up on in front of the mirror," she said,
announcing her arrival.  The mirror she chose to use was behind her husband
but totally in my view.
       She actually applied make-up for all of two seconds before she
switched activities sharply and dramatically.  She looked at me and
puckered as she pulled her breasts out of her lingerie and squeezed them
for me.
       I rolled my eyes and huffed, totally embarrassed and annoyed.  I
refused to even look in her direction, instead concentrating completely on
Strom's handsome face.
       In my peripheral vision, I could see Ursula taking it even further,
fingering herself for my view.
       "Alright, I'm done here!" I said.
       Ursula quickly stopped what she was doing and went back into the
bedroom before Strom could turn around, and I was happy to see her leave.
       "Wait, already?" asked Strom, grabbing a mirror and looking at
himself.  "My valet usually gets all the way down my neck and onto my upper
chest.  I hate chest hair appearing through my shirts."
       "Alright, sir, I can do that.  But I'll need to pull off this
towel."
       "Fine."
       I pulled away the towel that covered his upper body, leaving him in
just his waist towel.  It was almost alarming how wonderful his upper body
was, all large, knotted muscles in all the right places.  I should have
known what to expect, since he was a vampire, but somehow the sight of this
powerful body set me off guard, and I took a moment just soaking in the
lines of his arms, chest, and abs.
       He was watching my face very carefully as I shaved down over his
Adam's apple and onto his lower throat, I suppose looking for any sign that
I would suddenly decide to kill him.  I liked it better when I got past his
beefy neck and onto his upper chest.  Stubble showed me just how far in the
past he would be shaven, about two inches above his nipples, and I shaved
those upper pecs carefully.
       "There, that should cover it, sir."
       He looked at his chest in the mirror.  "Yes, much better, but my
normal valet doesn't let any shaved hairs drip down my body like that.  Can
you wipe it up?"
       There was water on his body, but no trace of shavings anywhere that
I could see.  Yet I held my pride in my work and said, "Sure."
       I grabbed the free towel and carefully wiped down the rest of his
upper body of the water, going over his nipples, abs, and navel carefully
before putting the towel aside.
       "Good.  Now, since your master has gone off for the day with my
daughter showing her where he studied medicine or whatever nonsense she
roped him into, you are free to serve us today.  And because I'm such a
decent fellow, I'll give you a choice.  Either you can shadow me and help
me out as needed as I go about my day, or you can stay here in the bedroom
and help my wife in whatever tasks she needs."  I was still on his lap.
       Was this some sort of test?  Could I get away with a neither answer?
"I'll shadow you today," I said, at least knowing that would keep me away
from Ursula's awful advances.
       "Indeed.  I'm taking advantage of the sunshine by getting outside.
I assume you know how to ride?"
       "I'm an experienced rider, yes."
       "You'll need that experience to be able to keep up with me.  Now, as
my valet, you can help me dress into my riding gear, which I've put right
there."  He pointed to a heap of clothing, and grabbed a white piece of
cloth from the tray nearby, handing it to me.  "I assume you know how to
tie a stock tie.  I always put that on first."
       I had no idea how to tie a stock tie.  I didn't say anything as I
grabbed the cloth and started to tie it around his neck.  "There."
       "Let me see."  He pushed me off his lap and got to his feet, looking
in the mirror.  "This is NOT a stock tie.  You don't know how to tie one,
do you?"
       "I suppose not, sir."
       With his treatment of me the previous day running between mildly
cruel and downright terrible, depending on my behavior, I expected him to
lash out violently at my mistake.
       "Hmm."  He undid my knot and quickly did one on his own, looking in
the mirror as he worked.  "See?  That's a stock tie."
       While I expected him to kick me out of his house for my mistake, his
reaction of just minor annoyance mixed with a patient, almost mentor
–ish side that had never surfaced until then certainly surprised me.
       There was something about him being in nothing but a waist towel and
a stock tie that I found both amusing and attractive.
       "Grab me my breeches."
       I pulled the white breeches from the pile and handed them to him.
He pushed off his towel and pulled on his breeches.  I only had a view of
his rear, meaning I couldn't see anything really besides balls through his
legs, but his naked, muscled butt was very fetching.
       The white breeches were extremely tight on his body, his leg muscles
pushing through the fabric.  His butt looked excellent in the things, and
then he turned around to face me.  His package was outlined in white,
pointed down, but still enormous.  It was so prominent, it was almost
indecent.  The only part that wasn't snug was the loose piece on the
outside of his thighs.
       "Before I put my boots on, we'll need to do something about what
you're wearing.  Did you bring your riding clothes with you?"
       "No, I didn't," I said, deciding not to mention I really didn't have
any English riding clothes.
       "That's what I figured, so I had them bring me a riding suit that
should fit you just fine, smaller than my size."  He pointed to another
pile of riding clothes nearby.
       "Oh, thanks, sir."
       "Now would be a good time to strip out of your suit."
       "You want me completely naked?"
       "That's right."
       I carefully removed my clothing, even my underwear.  And then I
started to reach for my breeches to put on before he stopped me.
       "Start with this," he said, handing me a white, long-sleeved Melton
shirt.
       "You're not wearing a shirt?" I asked him.
       "I only use one when it's below freezing.  But you look like you
enjoy your warmth."
       "Yes, I do."  I put on the shirt.
       "Now, put this on."  He handed me a white piece of fabric, meant to
be a stock tie.  "Did you see how I did it?"
       I hadn't realized then I would be expected to repeat the task, so I
fumbled around with my own tie for a moment.
       "Here, I can do it."  He approached my front and started to mess
around, with me being again surprised to see him show some patience.  "No,
I can't do it to someone else, it's all in reverse.  Here."
       He turned me around until I was facing the mirror, and then stood
directly behind me.  He reached around my body and started to tie it that
way, as if I was an attachment to his own body.  While that worked fine for
getting the tie on, it also put contact between his package in his breeches
and my bare butt, which almost made me jump.
       "There.  Now, when you put on your breeches, tuck in your shirt."
       I did as he instructed, noticing that my own breeches were just as
tight and revealing as his were.  "And now?"
       "Your boots."
       There was a pair of long, black riding-boots, very formal in style.
I tried to put them both on at once while I stood there, but I could not
get my feet in.  "Are these too small for me?"
       "No, you just need to muscle them on.  Here."
       He came behind me and grabbed my hips with his hands, meaning once
again, there was that package against me.  At least this time my butt was
covered.  He pushed my legs down with his hands, getting them to slip
inside finally.
       He put on his own boots with no issue at all, and then he had me
help him put on his scarlet riding coat with fancy brass buttons, which
looked very handsome on him.  I noticed that the coat came down just past
his crotch, which would have covered up his obvious bulge completely if not
for the split right down the front middle of the coat, but even so, only a
tiny bit was visible.
       "How come my coat is black?" I asked, putting on a much less fancy
coat.
       "Because you haven't earned this color yet."  I had no idea what he
meant.
       We both put on our black velvet huntscaps, which made him look even
better, as well as leather gloves and riding whips.
       Soon, we were outside in the stables, so much classier than the one
that had been at Mareshead, and the "stablemaster" saddled two horses for
us.
       "I assume, you being a proficient rider, you won't need help
mounting?"
       "No, I can do it."
       I put my first leg in the stirrup, and then lifted myself up towards
the saddle.  Somehow, my hand slipped off the saddle and before I could
catch myself, I lost my balance and fell backwards off the horse.  Luckily,
Strom was still hovering behind me, and he caught my butt, keeping me from
falling to the ground.
       "Oh yes, you seem marvelously experienced at riding."
       "It's only because my saddle is missing its horn!"
       "It's not a Logan Blood Western saddle, it's a normal saddle."  He
helped me into my seat.  "Now, are you going to be okay, or do I need to
ride double?"
       "No, I'm okay, really."
       I just learned not to grab the saddle horn, and my old riding skills
returned quickly.  Strom mounted his horse, and we left the saddles and
headed for the outdoor kennels.
       "What are we doing?"
       "Getting the hounds."
       And so, a friendly "kennelmaster" woman let out five dogs, which at
first started to follow Strom as he led us into the beautiful green fields.
And then, all of the sudden, they started smelling something, and they took
off, barking.
       "Your dogs are trying to escape!" I pointed out.
       "No, they are behaving quite as they should."  He started to lead
the two of us after the dogs.
       "What breed are they?"
       "English Foxhounds."
       "Wait a second, this isn't just some ride through the country, is
it?"
       "We're doing what I always do this time of year when the weather
permits.  We're fox hunting, and I am the master of foxhounds."
       Suddenly, I got a sick feeling, and the beauty of the natural
settings around me seemed to be cast in shadow.  "I do not believe in
hunting.  I've never done it.  I can ethically support it if it's necessary
for food consumption."
       "I'll have the cook make fox stew tonight, just for you."
       "But even if we ate the animal, it still seems wrong to turn the
animal's death into some sport or game."
       "Well, as my servant, I need you to accompany me.  And if you've
never hunted before, I'll bet by the end of the day, you'll come to like
it."
       "I doubt that," I said, thinking of my fear of blood.
       It took hours before the hounds tracked down any live fox.  They
went through dozens of scent trails that went nowhere.  Strom used a horn
to communicate with them when they got real far, and we only stopped a few
minutes to eat a lunch we had packed.
       The longer the day went on, the more I hoped we would come back
unsuccessful.  When we followed the dogs over a hill and found a fox
cornered by them against a boulder, I knew it was going to die.  Strom
stopped our horses and pulled out an old-fashioned hunting rifle he had at
his side.
       "Don't the hounds kill the fox?"
       "Not my hounds.  Not when the kill is the best part."  He handed me
the gun.  "And since you've served me so well today, been a perfect hunting
companion, I'm going to do something I never let anyone do.  I want you to
make the kill today."
       "Me?  No, you can do it, it's fine."
       "No, you make the kill.  I insist."
       I grabbed the rifle from him and aimed towards the fox.  The rifle
was a lot easier to use than anything I had in the Territory, and I knew
that if I had wanted to, I'd be able to kill the animal.  But I just
couldn't bring myself to fire.
       "Well, we don't have all day."
       I fired my shot.  "Oops, missed," I said.  I had hoped that the shot
would frighten away the dogs, but they stayed put.
       "Try again."
       I shot again, purposely misaiming.  "I guess I'm just no good at
aiming.  Maybe we should give the fox a pass."
       "You're no good at aiming?" asked Strom, a trace of annoyance in his
voice.  He jumped off his horse.  "Get down."
       He pulled me towards the ground, and I dismounted the horse.  He
pushed me onto the grass, making me lie on my stomach.
       "I'll show you how to aim.  Grab the Lee-Metford."  He pushed the
gun under my arms.
       I felt him lie on top of me, spooning my body with his.  He placed
his left cheek against my right, and forced my arms up with his own, lining
up the shot perfectly.
       He squeezed my finger, and I felt sick as I heard the crack of the
rifle, and saw the fox turn into a crumpled mess.
       "Yes, yes, you did it, you did it."  He was very pleased, slapping
my back as he got off me.
       When the dogs brought us the carcass, I had to look away in order
not to see the blood.
       "Here, you hold this," he said, pushing the bloody carcass into my
arms.  He gently wiped the fox blood onto my forehead.  "What was that
for?"
       "You're officially colored.  You've made your first kill, and you're
permitted to wear red now.  Wasn't this incredible?"
       That's when I passed out.

       *****

       Strom slapped me lightly on the cheek back to, not looking amused.
Once he was certain I was okay, we got back on our horses and headed back.
       Strom and I took off our muddy boots outside and walk in the castle
barefoot.  We headed up to the master bedroom, and I felt highly relieved
when I saw Ursula was no longer in the room.  As we passed the bed on our
way to the bathroom, I made a mental note that I still had to retrieve my
cell phone.
       "My breeches are covered with mud," he said when we got to the
bathroom, and he pulled his pants off.  Suddenly, the only thing keeping me
from getting an eyeful of his Johnson was his red riding jacket.  The
bottom of his muscled butt could still be seen, and when he turned around
to face me, I could see his soft, uncut dickhead hanging far past his
jacket.
       And then he removed that jacket too, along with his hat and gloves,
and he was left just in the tie around his neck.  His tall, muscled body
was magnificent to see, larger than his little brother's.  Also larger than
his brother's, I saw, was his uncut penis, whose sight almost made me
drool.  I reminded myself that I was taken, and this guy was totally
off-limits to me.  The fact that he had zero attraction to men made it
easier on me, as I knew that was another reason he was totally off limits.
       "We're both far too muddy to show up at the dinner table without
first showering," Strom said.  "And I always have my hunting companions
shower in my nice shower instead of in their rooms or in the servants'
bathroom.  That way, you can just put on your clean clothes you still have
in here when you're done."
       "Great, I'll go after you," I said, already planning on grabbing my
cell when he was in the shower.
       "No need, I have a two person shower."
       I undressed, and we both stepped into his large, gaudy shower, which
had two shower heads on opposite walls.  We each turned ours on, and
started to scrub ourselves down.
       I noticed that Strom was mostly facing out, washing his back, and
facing me.  He started to wash his hair, and water poured over his face as
he shut his eyes, and that gave me a chance to look down and see his
beautiful creature of an uncircumcised unit, still flaccid, covered with
suds and looking all too alluring.  I started to get firm, so I turned
around, away from him, facing the water.
       A bit later, I felt a hand on my butt, and I almost jumped.  "Sorry,
you amazingly have a bit of mud right there that isn't coming off."
       "Oh," I said, reaching back and trying to get it myself.
       "No, you're still missing it.  Let me."
       I felt his hands as they gently washed my backside, and I had to
wonder, was he coming onto me, or was this still just two men getting
clean?
       "All clean now," I said when he stopped washing me.
       "Already?"
       "Yes."
       I got out of the shower while he kept washing off.
       "Is there a clean towel around?"
       "That's the kind of thing servants are good for, but if I had to put
money on it, I'd wager that there might be some in the linen closet there."
       I walked into the linen closet, and it was so large and so packed
with folded linen that I realized it could take a few minutes to find where
the bath towels were kept.  Not wanting to spend my only free time looking
for a towel, I left the closet and tiptoed into the bedroom.
       I quickly dove under the bed, grabbed my cell phone, and got to my
feet beside the bed.
       "What are you doing out here?" asked Strom, tying one of his towels
around his waist.
       In the brief second before he looked at me, all I could do was move
my phone behind my back.
       "You weren't looking for towels in here, were you?"
       "Oh no, I figured I was dry enough," I said.  Now the problem was, I
had no pocket to hide my phone in.
       "So, you came out here, because?"
       "Hey, look at that!" I pointed.
       "At what?"
       "The fireplace!"
       While he turned to look at the fireplace, I tossed my phone into the
covers in the middle of the bed, it falling into the blanket, thankfully.
       "It's not lit," he said, looking back at me.
       "Exactly.  And it's so cold in here, and I figured you'd be cold and
wet from the shower, so I thought I'd start a fire."
       "Oh, that's great of you."
       I walked over to the fireplace and started to make a fire.
       "You know, when I first met you yesterday, I thought you were
nothing but a dick.  But today, as I've come to know you, I realize that
you're a decent, thoughtful guy."
       "Oh, thanks, same to you.  I mean, not the part about you being a
dick, but the rest of it."  The truth was, I totally had thought he was a
huge dick.
       I finished lighting the fire, and he came over and warmed his hands.
His skin glistened in the crackling light.  "I have one more task I need
you to do before I dismiss you for the day."
       "Sure, what's that?"
       He grabbed my hand and put it to his handsome cheek.  "Feel that?"
       "What?"
       "Stubble.  My hair grows in so thick, I have them shave me twice a
day so I look clean-cut for dinner.  Can you shave me again, like this
morning?"
       "Sure, should we go into the bathroom?"
       "Actually, I thought we could do it here, in front of the pleasant
fire you just made."  He pulled up a chair and sat in it.  "Can you grab
the supplies?"
       "Sure.  Should I put my clothes on?"
       "No, you're still dripping wet.  Stay like that and let the fire dry
you off first."
       I went into the bathroom, grabbed the shaving supplies, and then
came back to his chair.  Just like before, he was wearing a towel just
around his waist.  As I approached him, he grabbed my bare hips and pulled
me onto his lap, with me resting my butt on his towel.
       This time as I started to shave his face, he seemed a lot more
relaxed than before.
       "You're dripping on my chest," he said to me.
       "Oh, sorry.  Let me get a towel.  Or, maybe you should get one,
since I couldn't find any," I said, hoping he would leave me alone in the
bedroom long enough to get the phone out of the bed.
       "No need," he said, not biting.  "I've got this towel you can use."
       He reached down and pulled his waist towel out from under us,
handing it to me.  "Thanks."
       I started to mop up the spilt shaving cream from his pecs, nipples,
and tight abs, when it dawned on me that, with the towel in my hands, he
was essentially as naked as I was.  Instead of that towel on my butt, I
could now feel his wet, contoured thighs, and my dick was nestled into his
pubes.  But I felt no poking of any sort from him, clearly because he
didn't like men, as his wife said.
       I finished shaving him down to his upper pecs, as he liked it, and
then toweled him off.  "There, I think that does it.  Why don't you go in
the bathroom and look in the mirror to see if you like it?"
       "I don't even have to look in the mirror this time, you've earned my
trust."  And still, I had no idea how I was going to get any alone time in
the room.
       "Well, there's something else I wanted to ask you to do.  If it
makes you uncomfortable, no big deal, you can leave this room for good
today and send someone else up to do it for me."
       "What is it that you want me to do?"
       "Since you've proven yourself such a star with the razor, I wanted
you to keep on shaving me."
       "You mean, shave your torso?"  There wasn't much to shave except a
treasure trail.
       "No, I don't shave there."
       "Oh, you mean your back?"
       "Nope, don't have any hair there.  No, think about the only other
place I shave besides my face, Jake."
       "Ohhh, you want me to shave you down there?"
       "That's right.  I don't shave my pubes, but I do like to shave my
nuts daily, just to keep them fresh for my wife.  I could understand why
you wouldn't want to, so if that's the case, you can leave this room for
good right now."
       I knew that, if I left now, there would be no way to get my phone
again, and as soon as he or Ursula went to bed, they would surely uncover
it.  Staying in his room now was my only option.
       "Sure, I don't mind.  Why should I care what body parts I shave?
Shaving is shaving."
       "Great.  I'd better stand up, but you could keep sitting."
       I sat down in his chair, and he stood up.  He grabbed his soft dick
in his hand and pulled it up, leaving his heavy balls in my face.  I
lathered them up and started to shave, as slowly and gently as I could
possibly go, knowing cutting him was not an option.
       "There, I've got it."
       "I also just shave the stalk too.  Not all the way up to my head,
but most of the way."
       "Okay."
       He moved his hands away, his dick swinging down into my face for the
first time.  I started to lather and shave it.  It was very erotic for me,
not because I had a shaving fetish, but because I had a big dick fetish,
and this one was particularly pleasing to get my hands on.  However, just
as my hands on him never once made him hard, I too tried to keep my
hardness in line.
       "There, that should cover it.  Anywhere else you want me to shave
you?"
       "Nope, you're free now."
       "Hey, I used far too much lather, I'm afraid.  I can't wipe it off
with the towel.  You'll need to go into the bathroom and wash this off."
       "Ah, right."
       He walked into the bathroom, and the second he was gone, I dove into
his huge bed, trying to remember where it was exactly I had thrown the
phone.
       "What are you doing in my bed?" asked Strom, coming back impossibly
soon, making me freeze.
       "Oh, you know, I'm embarrassed to say."
       "Spill it."
       "Well, you know, I'm a bit of a bed connoisseur, and I noticed how
unbelievably awesome yours is."
       "Is that why you're bouncing around over there?"
       "Yeah, this mattress is fantastic.  Firm, yet so soft, you know?"
       "I guess I'm so used to it, I don't even notice."
       "Well, you should stop and notice sometime."
       "I'll notice now," he said, jumping naked into bed beside me.
       "See how none of the movement I make over here can't be felt by you?
That's the sign of quality."
       "Yeah, I suppose so."
       "And this bed is huge.  This must have been custom built."
       "Jake, almost everything in this castle was custom designed and
built."
       "That's really impressive."
       "But when I came out here, it looked like you were feeling the
sheets."
       "Just because I'm so amazed at how soft they are.  Is this silk?"
       "No, just cotton."
       "Well, it feels as soft as silk.  The thread count must be
unbelievable."
       "This is a pretty cozy bed, I admit.  When Ursula or one of the
servants gives me a massage here, I fall into the deepest sleep, I`m so
relaxed."
       "You do, huh?  Hey, I know.  I can give you a massage now!"
       "Really?  It seems like it's the wrong time of day to be napping."
       "No, the afternoon is perfect for naps.  Here, I insist.  You flip
over onto your stomach."
       "Umm, alright.  When you're through, feel free to let yourself out."
       "I will."
       He turned over onto his front and stretched out.  Luckily, I had
gotten enough experience in this regard recently to be able to give a
decent massage.  I sat on his butt and started with his beefy shoulders
before working into his wide, muscled back.
       By the time I got to his thighs, he started to snore.  "Sir, are you
sleeping?"
       No answer.  That settled it.
       I carefully got off of him and started to comb the free side of the
bed for my phone.  Much searching earned me nothing.  I thought carefully
about where I had thrown the phone to begin with, and came to the sickening
realization that it was right under where Strom's body was.
       I sighed unhappily, and then slowly and carefully started to push my
hands under his arms, hoping I'd find them there.  Then I moved to his
thighs.  I checked thoroughly under both legs, and then moved to his chest,
searching the sheets under his pecs.  When still I couldn't find it, and I
knew if I moved my hands under his face, he would surely wake up, so I
moved my hand down to his abs.
       I got a handful of something hard, and for a split second thought it
was the phone, but then I realized it much too large for that.  I had ahold
of his dick, and it surprised me that he had turned rock hard while he was
sleeping, with his dick pointed towards the top of the bed.  I was trying
to search the sheets around the thing, but it was so huge, that proved
impossible.  I could even feel a pool of warm precum around the uncut tip.
       Finally, right under his dick, I found the phone, buried in the
sheets.  I reached down more and totally encircled it with my hand.
       "What are you doing?" asked Strom, waking up suddenly, suspicion in
his voice, making me jump.
       How was I going to explain my hand on his dick?  I stuck my other
hand under his thigh quickly.  "I was trying to turn you over to continue
your massage."
       "You normally massage fronts too?"
       "Yes, don't you?"
       "No one has ever given me a massage on my front, no.  But if you
want to be my first, I'd love to get one."
       "Sure, all you have to do is flip over."
       "Oh, wait a second.  Turns out flipping over is not an option now.
I'll take a raincheck on that front massage."  Obviously he realized he was
hard and didn't want to embarrass himself.
       "Sounds good."
       I jumped off the bed and ran back into the bathroom where my clothes
were and started to get dressed.  I stuffed the phone in my pocket.
       "Wait, come back," Strom said.
       I walked back out there with just my pants on.
       "I know I've kept you particularly busy today, and your assigned bed
can't be as comfortable as this one."
       "It's true, I'm actually sharing a room with another servant."
       "Oh no!  Well, if you want to join me in my nap, you're welcome to."
       Before I could say anything, there came a loud knock on the door.
       "Master?  Master, I need to see you urgently."  It was clearly
Ms. Austerlitz.
       "Hmm, that woman has the worse sense of timing," Strom said to me
quietly.  "There goes our nap, I'm afraid.  Yes, Ms. Austerlitz, you can
come in!"
       The door opened, and Ms. Austerlitz looked over the bed at Strom's
naked rump, and then over at me putting on my shirt.  "He's here!"  She
stepped back into the hall.  "Mistress, they WERE in here all along!"
       "Oh!"
       Ursula, now in a dress, came into the room along with
Ms. Austerlitz.  Strom seemed to pay no mind that he was naked, but also
didn't turn over.
       "Look what I read in the Krasnyj Sneg gossip section."  She tossed a
paper on the bed.
       Strom was forced to turn over in order to read the paper, and his
dick had deflated I saw, though it was still a little bit more firm than
normal.  "What am I looking at?"
       "A certain Jake Groves they say is a resident," she said.  "That
means he went through medical school.  Ms. Austerlitz could not believe it
was the same Jake Groves we have in our house, so I had her go through his
things.  Look what she found?"
       Ms. Austerlitz held up an ID card, with me feeling highly annoyed
that they would invade my privacy like that.  "He's certified Bourgeois,"
Ms. Austerlitz said.
       "Is that true, Jake?" asked Strom.
       "Yes, it's true.  I passed my fencing duel and everything."
       "Well then, this means that we've been treating him as a Proletariat
servant completely erroneously," said Ursula.
       "I know what it means, wife.  I should have invited you to sit with
us at dinner, just as my mother- in-law does, who is also of the same
class."
       "That's okay."
       "And we shouldn't have been asking him to do all of these base
tasks," Ursula said.  "No more of him being your valet."
       "No, I suppose not."  He seemed very unhappy with that one.  "And
Ms. Austerlitz, I hear he is sharing a room with someone currently?  That
won't do.  Please give him a proper guest room of his own."
       "Right away, Master."
       "So, we suddenly have two dreaded doctors in the house," Strom said.
"Only, Jake, I like you infinitely better than my brother.  You've never
once threw your education in my face."
       It was hard for me to throw my medical education in anyone's face
when there was absolutely none of it to begin with, but I just said, "We
each have our own paths in life."

       *****

       Ms. Austerlitz led me through the castle to my bedroom, which was
identical to, and just one story below, Günter's bedroom.  My things had
already been moved for me.
       "Just like I've told the Doctor, here is the button that rings my
room.  Use it whenever you want to leave the room.  Just like the Doctor,
I'm locking your door from the outside when you're not here, especially
since, just because your Bourgeoisie doesn't mean you're not fully capable
of roaming around the castle and defiling it with your base activities I've
already witnessed.  Though, I'm not going to go so far as to have guards
placed on the outside of your door like they are upstairs."
       "Fine," I said.  "We're leaving tomorrow morning.  I have a bathroom
in here.  All I will need is dinner and breakfast brought to me, and I
won't need to leave my room at all."
       "So, does that mean you do not want to join Dr. Herzog and the
master's family tonight for dinner?"
       Nothing about having dinner with those people interested me,
especially being around Günter when he was trying to be completely
uninterested in me.  "No thank you.  I can have my dinner delivered, and I
don't need anything fancy."
       As soon as she left and locked me in, I pulled my phone out.  Darn
thing was completely out of juice, so I fished out my charger, plugged it
in, and then decided to read in bed.
       There came a knock on the door.  "Mr. Groves?" asked Ms. Austerlitz.
       "Uh, yes?"
       She opened the door.  "You're needed upstairs urgently."
       "Alright."
       I followed her back up to the servants' quarters.  She led me into a
bedroom, and on the bed was a woman I'd never seen before, maybe in her
early forties.  She had tears down her face, and she was clutching her leg.
       "I'm sorry, Ms. Austerlitz, what capacity is it that you need my
help here, exactly?"
       "Why, your medical expertise, of course.  This is our Groundskeeper,
Velma.  She injured herself, and needs your attention."
       "What exactly did she do?"
       "I was clumsy," she said through tears, a deeper German accent than
most.  "I dropped the ax and sliced my leg open."  She removed her hands,
and I could see a massive wound all up the outside of her thigh, blood
smeared everywhere.
       I started to faint, and quickly looked away, focusing on
Ms. Austerlitz.  "Are you okay?" she asked.
       "Of course," I said.  "But this is a serious wound.  Dr. Herzog
should take care of this, he has much more experience."
       "Well, he isn't back yet, and I don't think this can wait, you can
see how much she is bleeding."
       "You don't have a castle doctor or nurse here?  This sort of things
must happen occasionally, correct?"
       "No, we don't have anyone.  But the master always steps in and heals
this type of wound with his blood.  But this one won't permit that to
happen."
       "No, don't let him near me!"
       "See?  So, we'll need to sew it up the old fashioned way.  I've
provided the proper tools, right there."
       I looked at medical needles on the bed.
       "I used to be able to dot his myself, but my hands have gotten a
tremor in my old age.  So, I'm afraid you will have to do it."
       "I'm only a resident!"
       "Yes, but I know you learn how to stitch in medical school."
       "We need to start by cleaning this wound.  That's something you can
do for me.  Wash this blood away with clean water and disinfect the wound."
       "Alright, let me get the materials."  She left Velma and I alone.
       Just looking back at the wound made me start to faint again, and I
knew there would be no way I could go through with this, and I certainly
couldn't fake my way through a medical procedure, that would be totally
unethical.  I had to come up with a different strategy if I had any chance
of keeping my fake identity intact.
       "Velma, tell me why you won't let Strom fix this."
       "He's a demon, against God's laws of nature, and I won't let him
near me."
       "Oh, I understand exactly."  I pulled my chain and cross from my
pocket and showed it to her.  "I know I'm not supposed to have this here,
but I am from the outside world, and I am a strong Christian believer.
Something tells me you are too."
       "Catholic, but yes.  They won't even let me talk about my beliefs
here."
       "I won't say anything, if you don't tell on me."
       "I promise."
       "Please, feel free to confide in a fellow believer."
       "I am an outsider, yes.  I made the mistake of letting the vampire
seduce me before I knew what he was, convince me to work in his home.  Only
after did I see his fangs, did I know he was not a man but a demon.  After
I knew, I wouldn't let him near me again.  But once you've come to this
world, it's very hard to leave it.  I would need the demon's blessing, and
of course, I would never even get close enough to ask.  I am free to go to
any vampire run territory, but I am told those places have even more demons
than here, where this is only the one.  So, I have been forced to stay
here, but I took the job that I knew I would never have to cross paths with
the demon again, the groundskeeper."
       "When I first learned of these fanged creatures, I thought they must
be demonic.  But then I met one who I came to know deeply, and who ended up
being the nicest and gentlest person I had ever known."
       "How is that possible?"
       "Because, I realized, vampires aren't demons.  They are just another
one of God's creatures.  They make their own choices, good or bad, just
like humanity."
       "Are you absolutely positive about that?"
       "I'll swear it on my own life and soul, that's how sure I am.
Please, let this person, one of God's creatures, heal you better than I
ever could.  I too have been healed by them, and yet nothing bad has
occurred to me, body or mind, as a result.  I swear."
       "Alright, you have a nature about you, a soft nature, that makes me
trust your words completely.  I'll let the fanged man heal me, then."
       Just then, Ms. Austerlitz appeared with her supplies.
"Ms. Austerlitz, please go fetch Mr. Herzog, as soon as he can come down.
He needs to heal this poor woman quickly."
       "Oh, right, of course."
       Five minutes later, I had to turn my head as Strom bit into his arm
and bled into the woman's clean and disinfected leg wound.  "Good, looks
all better," I said soon after.  "How do you feel now?"
       "I feel fine."
       "Be sure to eat and drink a lot, to help you recover from the blood
loss.  Eat a lot of meat or any foods with a good amount of iron."
       "Yes, Doctor."
       "Your expertise is much appreciated," said Strom with a smile.
       "Not as much as the blood you were willing to donate tonight," I
said, smiling back.
       He winked at me.

       *****

       Back locked in my room, I went back to reading until I was hungry
for dinner enough to consider ringing Ms. Austerlitz, when I also
remembered about my phone.  I picked it up and listened to the recording.
       I could hear my own voice and Ursula's, just as I had intended to
capture.  She clearly hit on me, and then explained to me just why she
always hits on the men who visit the castle.  It would be perfect evidence
to use against her, should I choose to do so.
       I was just about to turn off the recording when I heard Strom
interrupt us and then I left the room, but I was curious if Strom's
suspicion led to them having any sort of argument, so I left it on.
       "There, I've done everything you've asked of me tonight," I heard
Ursula's complaint instead.  "Now, give me what was promised to me."
       "Oh, I will, I will," said Strom.
       And then I started to hear a lot of weird noises, like someone was
being attacked.  Was he hurting her?  But then I started to hear the bed
shaking with a fast rhythm, and I realized they were having wild sex.  And
by the sounds she was making, clearly that was what she had wanted from him
all along.
       "You were early," she complained through the moans.  "You could have
interrupted something."
       "No, I listened at the door to make sure nothing was going on."
       "All my attempts at seducing him failed.  But he has my naked body
seared into his mind as he sleeps on it.  You watch, he'll change his mind
come tomorrow."
       "No, if he was going to act, he would have.  I thought he was
interested in the women here, interested in our daughter.  He certainly
came off as masculine during dinner.  But what if he really only likes
men?"
       "Then it would be you who could seduce him.  But I don't think
that's his story."
       "We'll see tomorrow," said Strom, still screwing her like mad.
"We'll make up a story that our normal valet is ill, and give him an
opportunity to either be with me alone intimately, or you.  See what he
chooses once and for all."
       "He'll choose me."
       "If he does, I want him gone from this house as soon as possible,
and I'll have him spied on in the meantime to make sure he doesn't do
anything inappropriate to any of my people here."
       "And if he chooses you?"
       "Then I still won't know he is safe here, not until I learn if he is
a top or a bottom.  If he's a top, I don't want him here."
       "You are obsessed with finding out, aren't you?"
       "It gnaws at me.  What about my brother, did you fail to seduce him
as well?"
       "So far, but I'll keep trying just like always."
       "And I, just like always, will do everything I can to aggravate his
emotions, be as much of a royal jerk to him as I possibly can.  I have
something particularly dreadful planned for dinner tomorrow night."
       "What good can that really do?"
       "Because, if he cracks, even for one second, we'll take that as
evidence that he is no longer in control over his lethal condition to the
Tsar himself."
       "The Tsar is friends with him.  He'll forgive a one time slip-up."
       "Not if we tell him we'll go to the press with our evidence if he
doesn't dismiss Günter permanently and put me in his position instead,
as I've always been meant for."
       "And then we'll finally be out of the rural lands for good?"
       "Yes, we'll all move to the Russian city, just as I promised."
       "Oh, yes, yes!"
       And then all that was left in the recording were the sound of their
fast, noisy union as they both went into their orgasms.
       I was left completely floored as I turned off the playback.
       The day before, Günter had all but been pushed to his breaking
point during dinner.  If Strom was planning something that was even worse
that night, he would break for sure, and he would be dismissed from his
post in Russia.  Who knows what else they would do to such a potentially
dangerous man, perhaps imprison him or even execute him.  I had to do all I
could do to stop him from getting angry.
       I turned the doorknob, and remembered that it was locked. I started
buzzing Ms. Austerlitz right away, at first normally, but when she
continued to show no response for fifteen minutes, I started buzzing her
incessantly.
       Finally, the door unlocked, and Ms. Austerlitz threw it open.  "What
is it that is so important up here that you've interrupted us in the dining
room?"
       "I'm joining dinner."
       "You said you'd be eating in your room."
       "I changed my mind."
       "No, it's too late for the chef to plan for another person now.  You
should have told me before."
       "I don't care, I'm eating dinner down there, and that's final.
Excuse me."
       I pushed passed her and rushed downstairs, with her following me at
a terse walk, surely the fastest she was capable of moving.
       I beat her to the small dining room by a few moments only.
Günter, Strom, Ursula, Elsa, and Ursula's mother were seated at the
table, and everyone looked up at me.
       "Am I too late for dinner?"
       "We haven't even started yet," said Strom.  He was once again in his
fetching, old-style military uniform.
       "No, I told him he is not permitted to have dinner in the dining
room," said Ms. Austerlitz as she moved into the room.  "I gave him the
option of dining with us earlier, and he declined."
       "I changed my mind."
       "Well, it's not my fault he's so hopelessly indecisive."
       "Just make up another spot for me.  I'll go grab a chair."
       "No.  As you can see, there's absolutely no room at the table for
another chair or place setting.  That's why I asked earlier if you intended
to eat here.  If you had said yes, I would have made up the large dining
table tonight, but it's too late to move everything over there now."
       "Fine, I'll stand up if I have to."
       "No," Strom cut in.  "I will not have a bourgeois medical resident
made to stand during dinner.  I'd rather he not be in here at all than to
make him stand."
       "That's fine with me, Master.  He can rightly leave."
       "Oh, for goodness sake, I'll let him sit on my lap during dinner if
it would just hurry dinner along," said Günter.
       "That would be fine with me," said Ms. Austerlitz.
       "Why are you being so nice to this one all the time?" asked Strom
suspiciously.  "Kindness isn't like you, brother."
       "He's not been the least bit kind to me since I started working for
him," I said quickly.  "He's clearly just hungry."
       "That's right," said Günter.  "We haven't eaten since breakfast,
and my blood sugar slump is making unnaturally tired.  I need food quickly,
and I don't care whether this one eats here or not."
       "Günter, the chef isn't quite done yet," said Strom "Whether this
one eats or not has no bearing on when the food will get here, I assure
you.  Do you still want him sitting on your lap?"
       "No, in fact," Günter said.  "I don't want him sitting on my lap,
it would get in the way of my work."  He pointed to the pile of charts he
had in his lap.
       "Well, Jake can share my chair," said Elsa.  "I can sit on his lap."
       "No, absolutely not," said Strom.  "Really, Ursula and I have the
only space on the head and the foot of the table.  Ms. Austerlitz, please
have someone bring in one of the kitchen chairs for him."
       "You mean one of the servant chairs?  You're putting one of those
dowdy things on the formal dining room?"
       "Yes, it will have to do."
       She went off with a huff, and returned soon with a standard wooden
chair.  "Where should I put this?"
       " Either the head or the foot.  Jake, you'll need to choose if you
want to sit by me or my wife."
       I knew Strom was a bit obsessed with me, and so I chose the option
that seemed to me had the best chances of keeping Strom's mind off his
brother.  "I'll sit with Mr. Herzog."
       Strom smiled and gave a subtle look to his wife.  "Yes, that's
perfectly fine."  I sat down to his left on the head of the table.
       "But there's not enough food for him either, I'm afraid," said
Ms. Austerlitz.
       "Well then, he can share my food too," said Strom.  "In honor of my
bastard brother, I have some wonderful amusement to accompany tonight's
meal."
       "Is someone finally going to play Canasta with me?" asked Ursula's
mother.
       "Oh god no," said Elsa.
       "No, not a game.  Just a wonderful source of comedy."  Strom pulled
out an old book, and showed it to Günter gleefully.  "Do you know what
this is?"
       "I don't know, and I don't care," he said, still looking at his
papers.
       "Oh, you should.  You should indeed.  You and this little book were
once ever so close."  He started to read.  "'Dear Diary, today was the best
day of my life.  Min has bewitched me.'"
       "My old diary!" said Günter, almost showing some emotion.  "I
thought I threw that out ages ago."
       "You surely did, but one vampire's trash is another vampire's
treasure.  What is surely just a meaningless bundle of paper to you has
brought me nothing but comic relief into my life."
       "Oh, don't be so mean, Daddy.  Don't read his diary now."
       But he ignored Elsa.  "'Min has made dinner for the two of us, all
of her favorite Mandarin dishes she learned from her parents.  Knowing I
sadly cannot stay, she has written down all the recipes here, in my diary,
for me to recreate them later.  But I already know that I will never again
be able to eat these special foods unless I'm looking at her beautiful face
as we eat them together.'  Ms. Austerlitz, tell them to bring the first
course in."
       The servers brought in soup for everyone, and it only took a sniff
to know it was something from Günter's diary.
       "'The danhuatang soup was the perfect beginning to a delightful
evening.'  Eat up, you bastard."
       Günter took spoonful into his mouth, trying very hard not to show
emotion.
       "How does it taste?"
       "I told you, the taste of food is irrelevant to me, it's pure
sustenance."
       I dearly wanted to change the subject.  "Speaking of love, Elsa,
have you ever been under its spell?"
       "I think so, even if Daddy disagrees."
       "It was nothing but young indulgence," said Strom.
       "Oh, do tell!" I said excitedly.
       "Well, Byron was a very handsome vampire, and the two of us wanted
to live together, so I asked Daddy if he could move in.  Of course, Daddy
said no."
       "And that was the end of it?"
       "Well, Byron was a made vampire of poor parentage, totally broke.
And it was either me leave all this behind in order to move into his crappy
place, or break up with him.  So, of course, I ended it."
       "Enough about Byron, I want to hear more about Min."  Strom turned a
page in the diary.
       "Oh, there must be something more interesting to discuss than Min,"
I said.
       "This meal is dedicated to her," said Strom.  "And I don't want to
hear any conversation for the rest of it that isn't about her."
       And that ended my attempts to steer the conversation.  I could see
it in Strom's eyes; he was totally consumed with setting Günter on edge.
       "Ms. Austerlitz, bring in the first entrée," Strom said, and as
the servers placed a large bowl of noodles in front of us, he looked in the
diary.  "'I loved the Zhajiangmian, a wheat-noodle dish with pork.  Eating
it was like getting in a spaceship and flying a million light-years away
from the bland foods of Russia, but instead of ending up in another galaxy,
I ended up straight at Heaven.'"
       Elsa let out a little chuckle.  "Okay, I know I'm supposed to be
defending him, but that was the cheesiest line I ever heard."
       "How about it, do those noodles still taste like Heaven?" asked
Strom.
       "No, they taste like nothing at all," Günter forced himself to
say, though his voice was wavering.
       I had to intervene, and since I could redirect the conversation, all
I could do was play on the other thing Strom was obsessed about: my sexual
orientation.  I would give him something to distract him.  I pivoted my
body towards him until my right knee hit his left one.  Finally, he turned
his attention from his brother, and looked at me, his brow rising in
curiosity.  Was that touch accidental or intentional on my part?  I gave
him no clear answer.
       After a moment of welcome silence as we ate the noodles, Strom
pushed his leg more against my own, turning towards me and away from his
brother.  And just like my touch, there wasn't any sign he made that his
touch was anything more than incidental.
       As soon as he went back to looking at the diary, getting another
mocking look on his face, I put my hand on his knee, and that caught his
attention and stopped his comments cold.  Of course, all of this was under
the table, and no one could see a thing.  In fact, to our backs was the
room's windows, so there weren't even servants coming behind us, they had
to serve us from the other accessible sides of the tables.
       I felt Strom put his hand on my knee as well, squeezing me there,
and I knew any last doubt he had that I wasn't gay went out the window.
       Ms. Austerlitz had to go and break the spell I had on him as I
rubbed my hand around his knee.  "Master, the final course is ready."
       "Oh, right, bring it out," said Strom, and then he looked back in
the diary.  "'The Peking Duck Min made was to die for, and I knew that as I
ate that dish, it wasn't just morsels of duck I was swallowing, it was
Min's love itself.'"
       Elsa let out another sharp laugh at that one, and the duck replaced
the noodles on the table, and as Günter took a bite, I could see his
face starting to crack with anger.
       Desperate for him not to see anything, I moved my hand from Strom's
knee to his upper thigh.  That got his attention, he spun to look towards
me and away from his brother.  And while everyone ate in silence, he kept
his body language focused on me, though clearly he was trying to hide what
we were doing from the others at the table.
       He grabbed my hand and pushed it lower on his leg until I was
holding his hard, enormous tool, pushing through the thin, tight fabric of
his military pants.  My first reaction was to pull away, that was much
farther than I had ever intended to take my flirtations, and I was supposed
to be seeing the man's brother.  But I stopped short, worried that if I
moved my hand away, he would take it as a sign I was actually another top,
which would turn me into a threat in an instant.  So, I left my hand where
he left it, but didn't rub him or anything.  Perhaps inevitably, his left
hand moved to my butt, cupping me there through my pants.
       With his free hand, he flipped several pages in the diary.  "Let me
go forward in time to my favorite part of the diary.  We're going from
consumption to consummation, here.  `Min let me into her most treasured
place tonight.  We made fireworks as we listened to my favorite song,
Liebstod from Tristan and Isolde.' Ms. Austerlitz, turn on the music."
       A record was put on in the dining room, and a familiar theme started
to play in German.  I realized that nothing that I was doing under the
table was going to distract Strom sufficiently.  In fact, Strom had just
reached down the fabric of my pants and was rubbing my crack, and he still
managed to keep his focus on his brother.  Perhaps I could have pulled his
dick out of his pants and started to play with it, but that would be
crossing my boundaries.
       And yet, there was Günter, and I could see those eyes, trying so
hard to be unmoved, start to fill up with water.  He was about to lose.
       I grabbed my phone from my pocket and stood up dramatically.
"Hello?  Oh yes, he's right here.  Dr. Herzog, it's for you.  I'm afraid
you have a medical emergency with one of your patients.  Here."
       I handed the phone to Günter and prayed he would have enough
sense to play along.  He did.  "Yes, this is Dr. Herzog."
       "Well," I said.  "This could take hours.  I think Dr. Herzog should
leave the table and go back to his room to continue this.  And I too should
go, I have to be up early."
       "But we still have Min's dessert!" said Strom.
       "More for the rest of you," I said.  "Goodnight to all of you, and
thanks so much for your hospitality."
       "Wait, not without being escorted!" snapped Ms. Austerlitz, who
joined us in the hall and led us away from the dining room.
       As soon as we were out of earshot of the music, I could see
Günter's face turn a lot more relaxed.
       "As I said before, both of your doors will be locked tonight, and
I'm posting a guard outside of Dr.  Herzog's room.  When you need to leave
in the morning, please ring me."
       As soon as Günter and I had lagged behind Ms. Austerlitz enough
to give us some privacy, he whispered, "At least the guards will mean
Ursula won't be able to accost me tonight."
       "True."
       "Leave your window unlocked."
       "Why?"
       "My room is right on top of yours.  I can climb down on the outside
into your room sometime late in the night when everyone is asleep.  Give
you what we've both needed this whole trip."
       I nodded.
       "Alright, Mr. Groves, here is your room," said Ms. Austerlitz,
putting our sidebar to an end as she locked me in my room for the night.
       I had a long day, and the last thing I wanted to entertain was the
idea of Günter coming into my room in order to top me, but I knew he'd
be heartbroken if I didn't unlock that window, so I did.  After getting
ready for bed and saying my prayers, I wondered if he expected me to wait
up for him.  I hoped not as I fell asleep.

       *****

       I woke up dreaming of Jericho, which of course was twisted into a
nightmare.  I startled awake, sweaty, afraid, and in pain, my body being
pushed down into the bed, getting a mouthful of sheets.  I was being
attacked.
       I pulled back my instinct to fight back as I realized what must have
been happening in the darkness: I could feel Günter on top of me and
inside me.  He had crawled through the window and was giving me just what
he promised.
       Even though I was in pain, I managed to say, "Oooh, yeah, that feels
so good."
       "I know this is what you've been begging for from me for the past
two days," he whispered breathlessly, increasing his ferocity.
       "Yes, that's exactly what I've needed," I lied, hopping it would be
over with soon and I could go back to sleep.
       It was only then that odd questions invaded my sleepy mind.  Why was
Günter wearing a condom?  Why did I feel more pain than before?  Why was
there something different about his smell?
       Not having answers, I turned around, holding him inside me, until I
was facing him, lying on my back and looking up at his shadowed form on top
of me.
       "Oh my goodness, it's you!" I yelled, realizing it wasn't Günter
who was riding me, but his brother.
       "Of course it's me," he said, and now that he was no longer
whispering, I could hear a voice that distinctly belonged to Strom.  "Who
else could be screwing you like this?  I'm the only top in this castle that
isn't impotent."
       "Oh, no, right, of course there's no one else it could be," I tried
to correct.  "That's not what I meant.  See, you didn't let me finish.
What I was trying to say before you cut me off was, `Oh my goodness, it's
you and only you who can satisfy all my sexual cravings!'"
       "You like this as much as I do, huh?"
       "Oh yes!"
       "I saw they way you were staring at my giant sword earlier.  You
wanted so badly to be pierced by it."
       "Oh yes, that's exactly what I was thinking about!"
       "And now I've fucked every living soul in this castle that I'm not
related to.  I make that a prerequisite to everyone I hire on staff here."
       "Wait a second, you slept with everyone?"
       "Everyone."
       "Ms. Austerlitz included?"
       "She's such a little dominatrix, the two of us fight for control in
bed."
       I tried not to make a gross face.  "And your mother-in-law?  Did you
sleep with her?"
       "Even her, yes."
       "Wait, how did you even get in here?  The door was supposed to be
locked."
       "You don't think I have a skeleton key to my own castle?" he asked,
still plowing me.  "And now that I've screwed you, I wanted to ask you not
to leave with Günter tomorrow.  Stay with me here instead.  I saw how
much help you were to that wounded servant today.  Stay here and be this
castle's first doctor."
       "That's a very nice offer.  I'll need to think about it."
       And that's when the obvious finally slipped into my sleepy head.  If
this wasn't Günter screwing me, then it meant that Günter had yet to
climb down into my room.  He could be coming at any moment, and if Strom
saw him sneaking into my room like that late at night, there would be no
excuse we could invent that would explain his behavior, and Strom would
have the evidence he needed to take to Kirill.  I had to do whatever I
could to prevent that from happening.
       "Oh!  The window is unlocked!"
       "So?"
       "This room is not secure until I lock it.  Please let me go so I can
do so."
       "No!  The window can wait until you and I are through with this hot
session we have going on."
       "And when will that be?"
       "The way you have me worked up all day?  Could be hours!"
       "No, I need to pause right now to lock the window.  I guess I'm just
OCD like that."
       "What are you so afraid of out there that you need to lock it this
very instant?"
       "We could be breached by intruders!"
       "You are on the second story of a castle!"
       "There's a lot of handholds on the outside surface of the castle.  A
vampire could climb up."
       "Well, I'm here with you, and I'm surely stronger than any vampire
crawling into the window."
       "Not if the whole Logan Blood Calvary is outside, all coming in at
once.  Can you protect me from a hundred vampires?"
       "No."
       "Then I need to lock it now, or I won't be able to enjoy this at
all."
       "I'm not pulling out of you until both of us are spent.  It was hard
enough getting my huge dick inside you in the first place, and pulling out
like that might damage the condom."
       "Alright, you don't even have to pull out.  Just let's move together
to the side of my bed that is against the window, and I can reach it that
way."
       "If you insist."
       I held onto him with my arms and legs while he carried me to the
other side of the bed, and then he stood us up on the bed with my back
against the window.  I was able to reach up behind me and lock it, and he
turned around and started to move us towards the center of the bed again.
       With his back to the window, and my front to it, I saw something
that made my stomach lurch.  Feet climbing down, far up in top of the
window.  I knew that very soon, Günter would be in full view of Strom.
       "Wait, take me back, I need to shut the curtain!"
       "Why on earth?"
       "Because someone could see what we're doing!  A neighbor!"
       "There aren't any neighbors out there for twenty kilometers.  And
this is the back of the castle, where no one ever goes."
       "There could be someone behind there.  I insist!"
       "Fine!"
       He moved back towards the window, and I pulled the curtain shut just
before Strom turned around, keeping him from seeing his brother out there.
We went back towards the center of the bed, and Strom returned his full
focus to plowing away at me, while I hoped Günter would get the idea
that he shouldn't come into my room and go back into his own.
       I heard a single, light rap on the window, and prayed Strom hadn't
heard it as well.  "Did you hear something?" asked Strom.
       "Sorry, that was just my head hitting the headboard."
       A louder, double rap came, and I slammed my head into the headboard,
making a louder noise than Günter had.
       "Sorry, can't help it."
       "I can fix that."  Strom took a pillow and placed it between my head
and the headboard, ending my ability to use that excuse to prevent him from
hearing more knocking.
       "Uh, thanks."
       Feeling proactive, I started moaning loudly right into Strom's ears.
       "Why are you being so loud?" he asked.  "Someone will hear you."
       "I don't care who hears, I can't help it."
       I continued to moan and groan, and while I did, I could only barely
hear Günter's continued knocking on the window, which Strom didn't hear
at all.  Only when I was positive that Günter had climbed back up into
his room did I stop my noise.
       With nothing left to cover up, I just wanted Strom to stop what he
was doing and leave.  Though telling him I couldn't sleep with him because
I was sleeping with his brother obviously wasn't going to work.  "Strom,
I'm sorry, but though what you are doing is absolutely pushing all my
buttons, we can't continue."
       "Why not?" he asked without stopping.
       "Because I don't want to be the other man, so to speak.  I don't
want to have to hide anything."
       "Oh, I know.  All I have to do is look at you.  All I have to do is
talk to you.  All I have to do is get a smell of that AB negative blood.
You're not supposed to be someone's plaything.  You were always meant to be
some lucky vampire's spouse."
       "Yes, thanks for those kind words.  That's why I can't sleep with
you like this.  If you were single and able to marry, I'd be all over you."
       "It crushes you that no matter what position I give you in my
castle, no matter how many times I screw you in these nights or drink your
blood, you'll still never get the privilege of belonging to me, body and
soul."
       "Uh, yeah, that's the problem exactly."
       "I can understand that.  And if I was single?"
       "I'd be all over you, like I said."
       "What if something were to happen to my wife?"
       "Wait a second, no, no.  Stop planning anything devious against your
wife, please.  I'll never allow myself to be the reason why your happy
marriage has been broken up."
       "Why do you care what happens to her?"
       "We've become very close friends since I've been here.  She's been
so nice to me."
       "You have?"
       "Oh yes.  I couldn't ever betray her that way.  And so, as painful
as this is, I need to ask you to leave now."
       "You mean, before I'm done here?"
       "Yes, right now."
       "What do you expect me to do with an erection like this?"
       "You have a castle full of potential lovers.  I'm sure you'll find
something."
       "Fine," he said.  "As tempted as I am to take you by force, that
would be wrong."  He pulled out of me, took off his condom, and threw it in
the trash.  "Will you allow me just one more kiss?"
       "I'm sorry, I can't trust myself to leave it at just a kiss."
       He put his pajamas on, defeated, and left the room, locking it from
the outside.  I cleaned up and went back to sleep.


       MARCH 6th


       It wasn't even an hour later that my alarm went off, still in the
very early morning hours, and I took a shower and dressed before buzzing
Ms. Austerlitz.  She watched over Günter and I like a hawk as we were
served breakfast at the dining room table, and then she saw us to our car.
       "What happened last night?" asked Günter as soon as we were alone
in the car, moving down the driveway.  "Your window was locked, did you
forget to open it?  I tried to knock, but you were making noises, and
couldn't hear me.  It sounded like you were pleasuring yourself in there,
and worried someone would come and ask you to pipe down, I went back to my
room, as horny as ever."
       "Listen, the truth isn't going to sit well with you at all, and I'm
apologizing in advance for what happened."
       "Well, out with it."
       "I had my window unlocked before I went to bed, and when I woke up,
I realized that Strom had snuck into my room and entered me in my sleep,
that creep."
       "I can't believe he would do that to you.  It makes me sick just to
think about it.  But what I heard from the window was someone who
absolutely liked what he was getting."
       "Well, the thing was, the room was dark, and he wasn't making much
noise, and I was facing the bed.  I thought for the longest time that it
was you, having snuck into my window.  Luckily, I didn't actually say your
name, or he would have known.  When I learned the truth, all I wanted was
to get him out, both of my body and of my room."
       "I may be the former bastard, but he truly behaves like a villain.
To force himself on you like that in your sleep and assume you would be
happy about the whole thing, what awful morals he has.  So, the noise you
were making came before you knew the truth, and you still thought it was
me?"
       "Not exactly," I said.  "I wouldn't have risked making so much noise
if you were in my room.  No, after I realized it was him and not you I was
sleeping with, I wanted him gone.  But I also knew I couldn't tell him I
was only liking the sex because I mistakenly thought it was someone else.
The only other person who it could be would be you, and he would have
guessed our relationship.  So I had to think up some lie about me being
close to Ursula and not wanting to cheat with her husband, but before I
could say anything, I saw you coming down.  Obviously, he would see you,
and that would be the worst thing, so I locked the window, closed the
curtain, and had to pretend to be in sexual pleasure in order to cover up
the sounds of your knocking."
       "And when I left?"
       "I kicked him out, long before he was done with me."
       "I'm getting the urge to turn around this car and go break my
brother's nose."
       "Listen, you weren't wrong about your brother being a villain.  And
I'd put your sister-in-law in that camp too.  They are in league together,
trying to get you to slip up and show them an emotion because they want you
to step down from your post.  That's why she's been throwing herself at you
and he's been torturing you.  If you ever go back and break your brother's
nose, it will be the end for you."
       "What absolute rats they've proven to be.  That's why I hate
visiting.  Elsa is the only one who is even barely tolerable."

       *****

       We barely got any sleep the night before, yet once again, instead of
sleeping in the passenger seat, Günter took out his dick and stroked it
after biting my hand as I drove.  He kept it going the entire ride to
Vienna.  He asked me to pull over and let him top me to cool himself down,
but I told him we would be late for our flight to Russia.
       We took off still in the dark.  With the same flight crew as before,
Günter told the same lie, telling them I was scared of flying, and used
that as an excuse to have me cradling his lap under his blanket.
Meanwhile, he pulled his dick out, which was soft again, and had me lick
and suck on it as he played with my hole.
       I expected Günter to tire out and go to sleep, but he kept
playing with me the entire flight.  After a couple hours, I was able to
sleep in spite of his constant fingerings, but only slept fitfully with all
the distractions.

       *****

       Back in Krasnyj Sneg, we were both exhausted by the time we got back
to Günter's and ate an early dinner.  Even though it was just early
evening, we decided to go to bed.
       I had to pretend to be happy when as soon as we got into bed, I felt
him start to lube up my hole.  Even if being topped was something that I
liked, I certainly wouldn't have wanted it then, as exhausted as I was.
Given he had even less sleep than I did, I couldn't understand how he could
possibly want it either, but there he was, biting into me to get himself
hard.
       He entered me as he kissed me, and then pulled his lips away in time
to let out a huge moan.  "I've waited to give this to you so, so long, and
now there is finally no one who can stop us from both getting what we
want."
       I knew he wanted me to get off too, so I turned around and started
to thrust my dick into the bed.
       "Yeah, that's what I like to see."
       I hoped he would be gentle with me, but he actually ended up giving
it to me harder than he ever had previously, being so rough with me it
didn't just hurt my hole, he hurt my whole body.  I wanted to shout to him
and remind him that I wasn't a vampire that couldn't bruise, but I held my
tongue.
       While he was humping me, I couldn't help if my mind drifted away
from the sex.  "Günter, tomorrow, what does your day look like?"
       "Do we really have to talk about this when I'm clearly in the middle
of ripping you a new one?"
       "Yes, I'm sorry.  Just keep at it and tell me about tomorrow."
       "Well, I have to go into the hospital tomorrow, but will be home in
the evening."
       "How about tomorrow when you get off we work some more on some
Engineering projects?  I love that stuff."
       "After a long day of work, the last thing I'm going to want to do is
come home and do more work.  How about we spend all night in bed, doing a
repeat of this right here?"
       "When you have a less busy day, would you want to work on
Engineering with me?"
       "Frankly, no.  The idea doesn't interest me at all."
       "Is it because you don't think I have much talent in that area?  Is
that why?"
       "No, you seem like you would be quite talented.  I encourage you to
pursue it.  You can work on it when I'm not around all you want.  But I
have zero interest in joining you."
       "Why not?  I thought it was your true passion?"
       "Because I've spent a lifetime doing nothing but throwing myself
into Engineering and not getting a single dose of sex the entire time.  I'm
so sick of Engineering, and all I want to do is having sex with you,
constantly.  Please try and understand just how difficult it's been for my
needs as a vampire man, to have gone so long without letting myself
acknowledge even one iota of desire that was inside me."
       "Alright, I understand."
       He kept on screwing me, harder and harder.
       "Oh god, here's the best part, when I absolutely flood you with all
the seed I've worked up in these frustrating days."
       He stroked me to orgasm, and when he felt me shoot, he completely
filled me up with his hot liquid.  I was glad it was over as he pulled out
of me, careful as always to make sure every drop was inside me.
       And then I got what I liked best, being held sweetly by him after
the wild sex was over and feeling his muscled body comfort me as we both
fell asleep.  And, perhaps because I basked in that moment more than he
did, Günter slipped off to sleep almost immediately.
       "Mmm," he mumbled as he left consciousness.  "I love you."
       I perked up out of my own sleep at the surprising sound of those
three words.  How could he know he loved me so quickly?  Parker had known
that quickly, but Parker was a special case who spent every moment we were
together learning my entire life story and every nook and cranny of my
personality.  Compared to Parker, I thought Günter only barely knew me.
A lot of the time we had spent together had been, rightly so, about him, so
I felt like I knew him better then he knew me.  And still, I knew I didn't
love him.  Not that love wouldn't come later, but at that point, I couldn't
say those three little words back, and I hope he didn't expect me to.
       "I love you," he said again.
       "Thank you, that's very sweet."
       "I love you, Min."
       I started to feel sick to my stomach.  He hadn't said those words
awake, he has said them asleep.  He thought I was his ex-girlfriend in his
arms, which meant somewhere, deep down, he still loved her.  No wonder he
named his little robot after her.
       But how could someone possibly love a person who betrayed your love
in order to try to hold you captive forever?  It just didn't make sense.
It seemed like Stockholm syndrome to me.
       I carefully removed myself from his arms without waking him and got
dressed.  I got dressed and left a note that said, "I'm sorry."