The Vampire

The wrappings prevented any movement and encased me completely. I found myself thinking that this guy knew how to mummy wrap a victim. I couldn’t move a muscle, never mind resist. And that in itself was strange because I would not normally have allowed myself to be in this position, yet, somehow, I had found myself accepting a lift this strange guy when I had eventually left the pub – and then not objected when he took me to his rather spooky mansion rather than my flat. Inside I had allowed myself to be taken down to his cellar and stripped naked at his command. Now I was tightly wrapped in layers of soft cotton wrappings and these were overlaid with white rubber tape so that I now stood a perfect mummy figure, tubes in my nostrils allowing me to breathe and a ball in my mouth allowing me to suck water. Lenses covered my eyes, but I could see through the wrappings, as if in some kind of trance, I watched as my captor stood back to admire his handiwork.

His velvet voice sounded in my ears, “Well boy, welcome to my dungeon. You are about to become a vampire like me.” He leaned closer, “I think you will like your new role, but it will take time for you to be converted to it. A pity I cannot enjoy your pleadings – but, you see, it is necessary that you spend a little time in your coffin so the changes can begin.”

We had met in the pub, me jostling him for space at the bar. Even there I had had a sense of something strange about him, immaculately dressed in tight tailored leather, yet that wasn’t the source of the strangeness about him. There was a feeling of being in the presence of someone with enormous power, someone you automatically obeyed.

“Sorry mate,” I said, “Pretty crowded here and getting attention isn’t easy.”

He studied me with some amusement – there seemed to be a space around us suddenly – and he replied, “Only if you let them ignore you. What do you want?”

“A pint of Fosters – but I’ll get his attention soon.”

“That all?” He turned and the barman was suddenly in front of me. “My friend here wants a pint of Fosters, Joe. See to it.”

“Pint of Fosters.” The man seemed slightly puzzled. “Sure.” He grabbed a pint sleeve and filled it, placing it in front of me and accepted a note from my companion, “Thanks.”

“Thanks,” I said slightly absently, “But I can pay and should be buying for you. Cheers.”

“Next time,” he said, the lazy grin tempering the hungry look in his eyes. “I may have everything I want for now.”

I missed the import of his words and sipped the beer appreciatively. The bar seemed a little more crowded again and I found myself pressed closer to the stranger as I placed my glass on the bar. “I don’t know you, do I?” I asked.

“No, but I’ve seen you around,” he replied.

“Really?” I didn’t know whether to be flattered or annoyed. I glanced at him again, taking in the leather and the paleness of his face, the dark, hungry eyes and that strange smile. “I guess I must have seen you too, but I usually only come here when I haven’t got someone lined up.”

His smile spread slightly. “That so? Well, I guess it must have been one of those times then. I’m Vlad by the way.”

“Vlad?” I asked surprised, and couldn't resist adding, “As in Dracula?”

“Of course." His smile didn’t even waver. “You shouldn’t believe everything you read you know.”

“I don’t believe it.” I laughed now. “You’re having me on.”

“I’m afraid not.” His smile widened. “It is something of a burden, but it is true – that is my real name.”

I looked at his drink. Red juice of some kind in a tumbler, complete with a swizzle stick.

He followed my gaze. “Well, you have to play the part you know,” he said apologetically. “If you have a name that is famous. It’s a Bloody Mary actually, a measure of vodka and tomato juice.”

“Well that’s a relief.” I grinned a little uncomfortably as he seemed to have read my mind. “I didn’t think they kept blood here, but I suppose you never can tell.”

“One should never judge a book by its cover.” His smile was irritating now. Predatory. “It is often deceptive.” He tossed the rest of his drink back and eased away from the bar. “Enjoy the beer, Tod, I’ll be seeing you.”

He was gone from the bar before it registered that he had used my name and I had not given it to him. I ordered a second beer as the barman wandered past and put it out of my mind. After all, there were several people, including the barman, who could have told him who I was. No big deal, I didn’t plan to look for him again any time soon.

As I would soon discover, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be looking for me. I had walked down to the pub – sensible when you plan to have a drink – and I walked out of it into a slow drizzle. Cursing my luck, a turned up my collar and began the mile walk home in the full expectation that I would be soaked by the time I got there. I had scarcely begun when a large, expensive black car eased into the curb alongside me and the passenger window slid down.

“Hop in, Tod,” purred the voice of Vlad. “Unless you like getting soaked to the skin?”

I hesitated only a moment and then tugged the door open and slid into the luxurious leather seat. “Thanks,” I said, “I don’t like getting soaked – if I’d known it was going to rain I’d have brought a waterproof. It certainly wasn’t forecast – and I’m dampening your seat.”

“No matter.” He smiled his irritating smile. “I’m sure it will survive. And there is really no need to explain, or to apologise.”

That had been two hours ago. Strangely, it had stopped raining as soon as he pulled away from the curb.

Now, as I stared at the reflection of the mummified figure I had been turned into, I noted with slightly detached interest, that my genitals had been separately mummified, my generous cock standing to attention in its tight wrappings, my balls likewise wrapped and displayed. My captor moved into view from behind me and purred, “Welcome to your new life – as a vampire dependent on mancum. When you rise from your sarcophagus you will join me in hunting boys to feed our desires.” He gave a brief laugh, adding, “There remains only one more action and you will begin your transition.” He moved to face me and removed his codpiece slowly, a smile spreading across his face. “I must impregnate you.”

The penis that slowly emerged from his trousers was thicker and longer than any I had ever seen. Realisation of what he intended flashed into my head and I was suddenly afraid.

“You need not be afraid, I have prepared my access and entry carefully,” he soothed, “You will find that it is very pleasant once I have coupled with you.” He moved behind me and I felt him position himself – then the probing tip of that strange penis slipping between my butt cheeks. Suddenly there was pressure on my anal ring, a brief moment of pain – and then my anus was filled by the pulsing thing that was his manhood.

I struggled to resist. It was useless, tightly bound, breathing through tubes, unable to see properly, unable to move, unable to speak and now sucking down a salty-sweet goo while his penis pumped into my arse, I was suddenly very conscious of my own erection, and the rising desire for this to continue! I felt his cum spurt strongly. I felt my arse fill, and my resistance crumble and failed. I sucked deeply on the gag and drank the goo as it spurted into my mouth even as his penis began to withdraw. I tried to hold it – I wanted him to remain embedded.

“You will do well my friend, but now you must rest in your sarcophagus until you are ready.” He chuckled. “Fear not, you will feel my bite many more times and others will feel yours!”

He withdrew and moved to confront me again, his strange penis dangling before him. He clapped his hands and a new figure joined him, a strangely misshapen form, its head that of a goat and its legs ending in hooves. “Pan, place Tod in his sarcophagus – the special one. Ensure the phallus is properly positioned and he is impaled by it or you will suffer further modification.”

The stranger bleated a response and moved toward me. I felt myself lifted – the creature was almost superhumanly strong – and then carried to something I could not see behind me. I was put down, the creature moved out of sight and then returned. I was lifted again and the creature manoeuvred me into position, then I felt something slipping into the opening so recently used by Vlad – and then it was sliding into me as I was placed inside a tight-fitting mummy case.

It was a matter of moments for the lid to be positioned and then closed, my tightly wrapped genitals fitted into exactly moulded fittings attached to the lid. The lid itself seemed moulded exactly to my face and wrappings and I could see out through eye-shaped holes. Vlad approached, “Excellent Tod, now you will rest to await release when you are ready. In the interval you will experience ecstasy and undergo changes to prepare you to be my companion and fellow seeker.” He grinned. “And now you can watch as I feed on a less suitable victim – and reward Pan.”

My mummy case rose and I found myself passing through an opening in the ceiling. A new room opened to view and I stopped. Across the room from where I now stood in my encased state, a naked figure lay spread-eagled against a sloped leather padded wheel. His head was encased in a tightly secured leather padded hood and his penis was secured in a sort of metal cage. Vlad entered through the door and first walked to connect something to my mummy case. Then he walked to the secured man and carefully removed the cage. Pressing a switch he caused the whole wheel to rise while the man struggled frantically. Vlad seemed to find this amusing, and began to tease the guy’s already erect cock, first fitting a tight strap around the neck of his scrotum.

It was obvious that Vlad knew exactly what he was doing and I watched as he worked the guy over carefully and methodically, building him to the edge of a cum and then preventing him getting relief. Finally, when the guy was obviously almost mad with desire for release, he carefully took his straining cock into his mouth – and brought him off, carefully slurping up all the delicious ejaculation.

The figure seemed to sag in his bonds as Vlad lowered the wheel and released the figure, then led him, still hooded, to a new bench and strapped him over it. Vlad walked to the door and opened it, admitting the creature he called Pan. “You may take your pleasure now,” he said to the goat headed creature. He stood back, a smile of satisfaction playing on his lips as he watched the creature.

In my prison I watched with detached fascination as it approached the secured man, its penis beginning to emerge from the sheath reaching halfway to its navel.The sound of the victim’s attempts to plead, or perhaps protest, sounded frantic, the pitch of the voice rising as the Pan creature inserted his strangely shaped glans into its victim.

“Watch well, my Tod. Our victim there took pride in what he called ‘Gay bashing’. Once Pan is finished enjoying him he will have only one desire for sex — to provide ‘head’ for others. Females will no longer interest him, and he will beg men for their sexual pleasure.” He laughed, a sinister sound. “You will find there are many like him, but we have the power to teach them the error of their ways — and use them to sustain us.”

In my wrappings and the confines of the mummy case, I felt his hand on my genitals.

“Yes, my friend, soon you will join me. Cum sustains and strengthens us, and we have the power to make our partners give it willingly.” He paused, and then, as if reading my thoughts, said, “I chose you, as you dream of sharing your fetish, you loathe those who hate those different to themselves, and have the organs most suited to modification.” He stopped. “You will be my companion. We will hunt together, take sustenance together and enjoy our taste for bondage together.”

I entered the club quietly and surveyed the crowd. One figure stood out. Alone, his mood depressed. The barman seemed not to see him as he attempted to get a drink. My target. I inserted myself effortlessly next to him, and jostled him.

“My apologies. I hope I didn’t make you spill your drink.”

“Can’t seem to get one.” The smooth young face showed annoyance.

“What are you having?” I signalled the barman who walked straight over. “A Bloody Mary for me, and whatever Art here wants.” I could feel his confusion.

“Do I know you?” He asked, his confusion palpable to me at least. Vlad was right, being able to feel the emotions of your target, and manipulate them was amusing. I used my powers to soothe and calm him.

“Perhaps. But I think we will get to know one another better.”

The bar tender brought my drink and one for my target.

“Er, thanks,” he said as I paid and tipped the barman.

“My pleasure, Art.” I saw his surprise and sensed his concern. “I’m Tod. Bring your drink and let’s find somewhere we can enjoy them.”

Once again, I worked his emotions. This was much easier than I’d expected, but Vlad had assured me that once you’d made the connection … I was hungry. Art, as he preferred to be addressed, was hungry for sex. Very hungry. I was going to feast well tonight. Vlad would reward me as well.

“Do you believe in Vampires?” I asked as he sipped his beer ...