Vampyre

When I woke Karl had gone, I rubbed my eyes, it seemed to be a beautiful day, sun streamed into the room through the windows, the bed was a mess, sheets all over the place. I got myself up and headed like all men first thing for the bathroom, I smelled of sex, sweaty and musky. I got under the shower enjoying the first blast of freezing water, it stimulated my skin, then as it warmed it relaxed me. I soaped up and stood letting the water cascade over my body, we had a long journey back home ahead of us, with a stopover in Stuttgart to pick up the vehicles, then the long road trip back to England, I had to sort out some stuff for Zeke too, like schooling, probably a tutor, I wasn’t sure if I could trust him in an all boy’s school and of course there would be a High Council meeting, I wanted to speak to Montfort about Ernst. He may be a bit of a bluff guy and rough round the edges, but just for how long were we going to blame him for stuff he had no real part in; I would have to see what I could do.

‘Good morning Sir’

‘Morning Pyotr, how are we doing are we nearly ready to leave?

‘Yes Sir, Karl is insisting he comes with us to Stuttgart and Ernst has also offered us the backup car’

‘Okay then, if they are sure, is Zeke ready?

‘Very nearly Sir, he has Ian, helping him’

‘I know what Ian will be doing’ I laughed and having dressed head to Zeke’s room, I pushed open the door, as expected Zeke and Ian were naked on the bed.

‘Oi don’t you knock? Zeke giggled and hid under the sheet; bloody twelve year old.

‘Zeke, up now, I want us to say goodbye to Ernst before we go, Ian, that will be all thank you’ Ian got out of the bed his hard cock bobbing up and down, his bellend glistening wet and a dribble of cum hanging on an ever lengthening thread, swaying in front of him. I turned and headed down the stairs to the Great Hall, Ernst was sat in front of the fire place, staring into the flames. I quietly sat in the chair next to his.

‘I want you to know, I will do all I can to get you elected as an Old One, you deserve it more than most, so be ready to attend the meeting if called but please, please, don’t turn up in your SA Leaders uniform’

He looked at me with a wry smile and nodded

‘Karl is going with you to Stuttgart to the Mercedes works, they can check out the 770 while he is there. Thank you for coming to see us, maybe we can visit you in England sometime too, oh and look after Zeke, he is a great kid, it has been a breath of fresh air having him here’ he grinned again ‘and he looks bloody amazing in that Hitler Youth uniform’ he laughed out loud and as we both stood he pulled me into his arms and gave me a great bear hug. ‘Good bye my friend and safe journey’

We hugged again and I made my way to the entrance hall, Zeke was standing there his blond hair all over the place, the doors were opened and below us in the courtyard sat the black 1939 Mercedes-Benz 770K Large open touring car, this time the roof was down, Karl was in his SA uniform; minus the armband and insignia, he was standing next to another guy, similarly dressed, both studying a map, I started down the stairs

‘Jonathon, morning, we are all ready for you, this is Jürgen, he is going to drive us today, I thought I would join you in the back, I miss waving at the locals’ he burst out laughing and opened the door. I got Zeke  in along with the dogs and Karl and I sat on the main back seat, once again a flurry of activity behind us let me know that Pyotr was sorting out the luggage and back up vehicles, a honk of car horns and, Jürgen pulled away across the courtyard to the gate house, the brisk morning air and early sunshine was invigorating, a beautiful mountain day, the guards as the gate house snapped to attention, before I knew it I had returned their salute, I caught Zeke’s eyes watching me, he had noticed me salute, how casual it had been; I would wait for his questions.

Jürgen drove us down the mountain road, Zeke waving at the last sight of the Castle; he looked quiet sad, I suppose, just like it would have been for any member of the Hitler Youth the Castle was an amazing place for a child, fun around every corner. With a lead vehicle in front, our small three car motorcade consisting of two Mercedes 770’s and another Mercedes’s tourer; all late nineteen thirties vintage, turned on to the main drag and powered towards the A8 and Stuttgart. We sat in silence mostly as we passed through chocolate box villages with painted murals on the buildings, it was a beautiful part of Europe and had escaped mainly undamaged after the war. Turning on to the A8, we attracted a lot of stares, few people had seen one of Hitler’s famous cars let alone two, it wasn’t the way I liked to travel now, I preferred to be in the shadows, at least behind frosted glass, but, I suppose this had to be done and Zeke was loving it, waving at everyone, he received more than one Hitler salute back.

A few hours later we pulled in to the Mercedes’s main factory complex, Jürgen drove us to the main office building, I recognised my new vehicles parked up, we pulled up by the main entrance and Jürgen leapt out and opened the door. As we stepped out on to the tarmac, a small reception committee came to greet us. With them a very elderly man, he looked at the cars we had arrived in and then at Karl, was that recognition? A memory stirred? A big tear ran down his cheek as he snapped to attention and gave the Hitler salute; we were stunned. One of the other guys with him, pulled down his arm, and muttered something at him, but the old guys mind was back years ago, tears now cascading down his cheek as he reached for Karl’s hand; now Karl had been an important leader in the SA in his own right and it was obvious this guy recognised him, it brought home what our existence meant, we never grow old and to watch other do so is devastating. Karl, snapped to attention and saluted the guy back, now we could all be in serious trouble anything to do with the Nazi era mostly illegal in the new Germany, Zeke was watching his face a thousand questions, thank god he wasn’t in his Hitler Youth uniform.

One of the other managers, quickly stepped forward

‘I am sorry Gentlemen, Gregor here was one of Mercedes chief engineers and worked on both of these cars in the thirties and forties, I had no idea, he would act like that, please forgive me and accept my deepest app….’ Karl put up his hand to stop him

‘Apologies are not required’, Karl turned and waved over the driver ‘Jürgen, please show Gregor here the vehicles, let him take as long as he wants’ Karl embraced the old guy again. I wasn’t sure if Karl recognised him or not, but watched as Karl removed his gold party badge and placed it in the old guys hands, shaking them and saluting once more.

We were hurriedly led in to the main reception and on into the boardroom, a beautiful buffet had been laid out if only we could eat food, we made polite conversation and listened to several speeches as the formalities of my new vehicles were completed. Where was Zeke now? I looked around the room, no sign of him, no surely not, I made my way into the executive toilets, I pushed open the shower door, there he was on his knees his fangs sunk into a security guards thick dick.

‘Zeke, what have I said, please, finish up’ he smiled round at me, his fangs still piercing the short fat cock in his hand, ‘finish up now, I think we had better be going’ shaking my head, I left him to get himself cleaned up.

Returning the Boardroom, I brought the main meeting to an end and took my leave of Karl, hugging him close. Pyotr had started up my car now in its new midnight blue; I couldn’t let them paint it black, the two back up Mercedes SUV’s also in the same colour, I greeted the guys from my security detail, pleased to see familiar faces, Pyotr, Gunther and Ian had everything ready, Zeke and I got into the car with the dogs and, we pulled away, to begin our long journey back.    

It had been a hell of a few days, I felt totally relaxed and renewed, I knew that wouldn’t last long, I would have to think about Gunther and Ian’s future; Pyotr was already my familiar, it was pretty unheard of for a Vampyre to have two, currently they were both just under mind control, it would be easier to have them both as familiars, I looked at Zeke, he had his nose pressed to the window, I don’t think he was enjoying this car as much as he had the open topped tourer, but he would have to get used to it, maybe I would have Pyotr follow the world auctions see if another 770 ever came up for sale; over eighty had been built, but most had been destroyed in the allied bombing at the end of the war.

‘Zeke, ZEKE,’ he looked over his shoulder at me, ‘How are you getting on with Ian? Zeke grinned at me

‘Good why? You’re not getting rid of him are you? His voice rose a bit

‘No, but we have to make a decision about his future, we cannot just keep him under mind control indefinitely, I was wondering if you wanted him as your familiar?

‘Wow, I didn’t think I was old enough to be allowed a familiar of my own?

‘Well technically you are right, but having him to look after you will also help you, you don’t have to go looking for lunch’ I laughed

‘Think about it and let me know, we can sort it out when we are back home’

‘Sir, telephone for you, it is Montfort Sir’ the intercom switched off and the phone next to me flashed.

‘Montfort, yes, yes we have left Ernst and Karl, err home, Berlin now? Okay, The Hotel Adlon, ok we will see you there’

‘Pyotr, change of plans, we are going to Berlin’

‘Zeke, looked at me again, what is happening in Berlin?

‘Looks like a meeting of the High Council, let’s see’

I put on my head phones and started some classical music, I needed to chill already. Dusk was falling as we pulled up at the Hotel Adlon, we were shown through to the dining room and then into a side room

‘Jonathon, Zeke, you’re here, you’re here’ it was Montfort, he hugged us both, ‘come and sit down’ 

We sat down at the table with Montfort,

‘I am sorry to divert you from your journey home, but the High Council waits for no one, we have taken over the top two floors of the hotel, our meeting should not be too long, I wondered if you had any nominations for us to consider? Zeke, why don’t you head up to your suite and we will see you in the morning’

Zeke, looked a bit disappointed and glanced at me, I mouthed goodnight and he got up and left the room, I saw Ian meet him at the door and the two of them vanished from view. I waited until the door was closed again,

‘Montfort, I want you to seriously consider Ernst’ Montfort looked like he would choke, I pressed on ‘after all, he was not part of the madness that overtook Germany, as we all know Hitler ordered his death; well before the worst excesses, so it seems profoundly unfair, that he is blocked because of a supposed link’

Montfort’s eyes studied me, he stood and walked round the table

‘You are of course correct with your summary of history and he has kept his head down for the last 80 years, but his face is so well known’

‘Face is well known? are you trying to say someone would say he is still alive? Or come back from the dead?

Montfort, nodded, seeming to accept my argument

‘Let me sleep on it, Jonathon, I will be honest with you, the High Council have left this one to you and I, I had one other name to consider and that is one of the Hesse family members, although I understand they are not too keen, let’s get off to bed, we will speak in the morning’

Montfort, shook my hand and left the room, I sat for a few moments and followed him out of the room Gunther; my blond giant, was waiting at the door, having greeted me he followed me upstairs to my suite. I went in, it was a beautiful suite with views over the Brandenburg Gate, down towards the Golden Angel statue, how little and yet how much things had changed since I had last been in Berlin. I opened the doors on to the balcony, I wanted to have a look around and maybe visit a club for some fun, I transformed and soared into the night. I flew the length of the Unter Den Linden, memories flooding back to me, other parts I looked for had been erased, not a trace remaining as German buried its past. Enough of this, time for some fun, I had heard of several clubs in Belin I might enjoy and soon found myself transforming once more just near to the Club Lab.Oratory.

There being no way I was going to join the queue of guys waiting to get in I approached the doorman and was soon shown through to the VIP area. The pounding rhythmic music and heady smell of sex, poppers and cigarettes overwhelmed the senses. I made my way downstairs towards the dungeon area, more than one hand groping my cock and ass, I found a good position to stand and watch, see what took my fancy. The lighting in the dungeon was mainly from red bulkhead lights and the odd white strobe, which seemed to highlight the private cabin area, I felt for the key I had been given, VIP 2, I wondered who was in VIP 1, maybe I would get to find out.

A large dark haired hairy bear passed me, at least 6 foot 4” his thick black hairy chest sporting a black leather harness its steel fittings, half buried in the hair, glittering in the light, he was wearing long black leather trousers, with what looked like a length of thick pipe down his left leg, black work boots finishing off his look, he squeezed the pipe as he passed me, his eyes making contact with mine. I breathed in deeply sampling his aroma, fresh sweat and cold tar soap, a heady mixture. He stopped a few yards from me and casually looked back, his eyes scanning my body, his hand dropped to his groin again and he gave that pipe another squeeze, he slid his hand downwards, emphasising the thickness and length, I could have some fun with this guy. I let my eyes flash red, he stared at me again, more intently in the lowlight, his mind trying to decide if the flashing lights were playing tricks on him or, my eyes really had turned red. I walked towards him, swinging past letting my right hand drag across that pipe, my eyes never leaving his, I turned and walked towards the private rooms, aware he was following me, I opened VIP 2 and leaving the door open I went into the room, he followed me in and closed the door behind me.

The room had a bench bed against one wall with a small stand beside it, it held a bowl of condoms and lube, hanging in the centre of the rooms was a sling, suspended from the black roof by steel chains, the only light a red spot on the ceiling illuminating the sling. I crossed over to the guy and gentle kissed his lips, he kissed me back, each kiss becoming more passionate and forceful that the last, we were soon snogging deeply, his hands gripping my arse as mine gripped his leather harness, pulling him tightly in to me. I felt his hands undoing my belt and trousers, pushing them down in the hunger that was consuming us both, I kicked them off, pushing my shoes off, his hands went back to my arse, gripping my naked flesh, he grinned at me, his fingers pulling the arse straps of my jock apart, his fingers dug into my cheeks as he lifted me off the ground, I wrapped my legs round his waist as he effortlessly carried me towards the sling, our tongues still wilding exploring each other’s mouths.

I felt the leather straps of the sling support my back, arse and thighs as I was lifted and placed into it, he forced my legs apart and stood up close looking at me, his fingers grabbed my shirt and ripped it apart, it fell away in pieces, I slipped off my socks watching as he undid the studs on his black leather trousers and peeled them down, his chest hair was thick and wiry, it flowed down over his stomach and then stopped in a straight shaved line an inch above his meat my eyes fixed on the bare lump, thick as a beer can, I may even have gasped as that pipe came into view inch by inch, when the head was finally released it slowly swung upwards, bobbing in front of him, he pumped it a few times as I watched, slowly and deliberately, pulling his foreskin off his bellend; I would enjoy getting my teeth into that shaft, but I wanted fucked first. He reached over to the table and picked up a packet of lube, tearing it open with his teeth, he smeared it over his fingers and along his shaft, finally pushing two of his coated fingers into my hole, I winced as he roughly forced them in; oh it was going to be like this was it?

As he pulled out his fingers, I gripped his meat, forcing my legs apart further apart, pulling his bellend to my hole, he stared down at me again, I could feel he was feeling superior to me a mere bottom, he slapped his cock against my hole and then gripped his shaft and stepped forward ramming the first few inches into me, I gasped, my head screaming as my hole adjusted to the thickness of the intruder, catching my breath, I thrust myself back forcing another few inches into my arse. A surprised came over his face, he took hold of the chains supporting the sling and with his face changing to a grimace, he pulled me towards him as he thrust forward the last four inches hammering home, his meat totally inside me. He stood settling himself, feeling my arse gripping his cock, he reached out and gripped my nipples, his fingers twisting and pulling on them as he began to thrust his meat into me, I became aware of the throbbing pumping music from the club; that’s why they used it. I raised my arse accepting each thrust as deep as it would go, I gripped tightly onto his harness straps, pulling him hard towards me, out tongues meeting again. Just raw sex, nothing caring about it, he fucked me as hard as I used and rode his shaft, I licked at his chest hair and any bits of him I could reach with my mouth, enjoying the taste of salt as he began to sweat, my eyes watching for drops to appear and then, my mouth licking them off. He was like an ox fucking a cow. Only one thing on his mind, well maybe two his pleasure and to cum.

He began to grunt, oh no, that’s not happening, I had to take over, I made eye contact, he slowed and pulled his cock from me, I felt strangely empty, he lifted himself upwards leaning towards me his cock rearing above my chest, I had to stretch myself forward, I closed my mouth round his bellend, wanking his shaft, he grunted and groaned. I felt his bellend swell, he spewed his cum into my waiting mouth, Oh I need this, his thick cum, coated my mouth, my tongue electrified, with his man essence, I could feel it pulsing into my system, refreshing and renewing, I finally let go of his cock, he staggered back, he looked exhausted.

I leapt up from the sling and pushed him back onto the bed, climbing astride him, gripping his deflating cock, I began sucking and wanking him again, my tongue feeling his cock pulsing and inflating again, the flowing blood, warming the skin, I got myself into position, his bellend in my mouth, I positioned my fangs feeling them scrape along his shaft; now it was my turn, I plunged my fangs into him, he let out a blood curdling scream; oh had I forgotten the wipe of aesthetic saliva first, revenge is sweet. I felt him flop back on the bed, as his blood flowed into me, I drank deeply draining his meat, I so nearly drank him dry, but no, I had enjoyed the fuck too and I loved German sausage, I always had. I withdrew my fangs and licked my lips, my ox was asleep on his back, I got myself dressed, managing to pull on the remnants of my torn shirt, I kissed him once more on the lips and left the room, locking the door behind me. I left the club and made my way back down the alley nearby, transforming and heading back to the Adlon.

I heard the bedroom door open, I looked up, Montfort came into the room, followed by Pyotr, I saw Montfort glance down at my discarded clothes and torn shirt.

‘Good morning Jonathon, sorry to be so early, but I have to be heading off by lunch time, I see you had a good night’

‘Morning Montfort and yes I had a good night thank you’ I pulled myself up and put on the robe that Pyotr handed me. ‘Well Montfort, have you decided?

‘Yes, Ernst it is, I have already told him to get here as soon as he can, luckily the other Old Ones are all nearby, so we will do the conformation ceremony before we all leave, I hope you are right about him’

I nodded, pleased that Montfort had trusted my judgement, I hoped that Ernst wouldn’t let me down. Montfort left to get things ready downstairs and I went on to the balcony to sit in the morning sunshine. I sat for an hour nearer two probably reading a selection of newspapers, I heard Zeke’s voice speaking to Pyotr, he came running out on to the balcony.

‘Jonathon look, look’ he was excitedly pointing up towards the Golden Angel at the far end of what I knew as the Unter Den linden; it now has some strange name. My eyes focused on three motorcycles in front of two large open topped cars……….Oh no, it was Ernst, the two Mercedes 770’s tops down driving slowly down toward the Brandenburg gate, I could see pedestrians stopping and staring in awe, as this motorcade processed along, by the time he pulled up outside the Adlon, a large crowd had come to look, thankfully at the two cars and not the guys in grey suits inside; yes grey suits, thank god they had worn grey suits. I made my way to the Hotel foyer to meet them, Ernst marched through the opened doors, Karl beside him, his face broke into a great smile when he saw me

‘Ha, I bet we had you worried’ we all hugged then Ernst grabbed my hand and hugged me tightly ‘thank you’ he whispered in my ear.

The other Old Ones arrived and the ceremony took place, as pleased as I was, I felt the need to get back home. I left in the early afternoon, Zeke and the three dogs beside me, we began our drive to the coast and home.