Vampire Warrior Recruiter

The New Recruit

I am obsessed with vampires and the paranormal. I have experienced ghosts many times and can feel the presence of spirits even when I don’t see them. I read a lot of paranormal romance novels and wish there were more, man on man romances. Not porn, but romance novels. One night, I heard a noise and someone entering the front door. I run a guest house with an automatic door lock and provide check in at any time. I had a guest arriving for a two week stay.

He arrived at 5 am and went to bed immediately. He messaged me he worked nights and would be arriving in the early morning and leaving in the evening. I have many nurse guests and didn’t think anything odd about the late hours. I was quiet in the house as I always am to ensure my guests have a pleasant restful stay.

I was eating an early dinner in the dining room when I heard my guest stirring. I looked at him as he was leaving out the front door and was surprised that he wasn’t in scrubs. I greeted him and went into the living room to let him know I was glad he was staying. I saw he was a mammoth man. He was at least 6’ 4” and built like a brick shit house. What amazed me was his eyes. They were blue, but so deep blue they appeared almost black. The ring on the outside of his corona instead of being darker was lighter. It appeared silver and seemed to glow. I have a dim light in the living room and chalked it up to the dim light. I excused myself and let him go to work.

That night I had a dream. In my dream this new guest came into my bedroom. He looked down at my sleeping form and his eyes glowed. The whole eye not just the outside rim was silver. The light in the room is off but my alarm clock glows a dim blue. I awoke and looked where I saw him in my dream, he wasn’t there.

I awoke around 5:30 and heard him at the front door. He entered and went to his room. Since I was noticing his routine, I decided to be in the front room around dark. He entered the room and I asked him what time he needed to be at work. He told me he was going out for a bite and some work. I asked him what he did. I let him know I thought he was a traveling nurse because of his hours. He said he mostly telecommuted and was in town to service a few clients after they got off work.

It didn’t answer my question, but I didn’t want to be rude and press the question. He was dressed for evening, not work. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties. He had dirty blond hair and fair complexion. You could see his dark blond chest hair appear above his shirt. He had on a dressy knit shirt that clung to his body. You could see the outline of his nipples on his defined chest through the tight shirt. He had on black pants that were loose fitting and tapered to black shoes. The shoes had to be a size 14 or larger. From the bulge in his pants, he had a very nice package. I still couldn’t get over those silver and blue eyes. As I looked into his eyes, they seemed to have a depth of knowledge far beyond his thirty some odd years of life.

He got up and left to get his dinner and on to work.

That night I couldn’t sleep thinking about what his body looked like under his clothes. Those deep blue eyes seemed to have hypnotized me. I was awake but in a dreamy state. I got out of bed around 3 am and sat in the living room watching a show on a subscription service. It was a campy soap from the 60’s and 70’s that included vampires, ghosts and other paranormal beings.

My guest entered again at around 5. He saw what I was watching and laughed. He said he hadn’t seen that show in years. He told me how much he and his friends enjoyed the show on tv. I also enjoy it and have watched it many times over the years. After about 15 minutes of discussing the show he excused himself to go to bed. I could hear the shower in his room and started to dream about his body and what it would look like with the water flowing down his long chiseled, form. How he was washing his private area and thick blond bush with soap and how he pulled back his foreskin and washed under the loose skin. How he would turn and wash his muscular white ass. Probing his fingers between the crack to ensure that area was clean. How he washed his extra-large, feet. Making sure each toe was massaged and cleaned. How he rinsed the light blond hair on his toes and down his long muscular legs.

I awoke still in the living room at about 2 in the afternoon. My erection was pressing against my pants. I headed to the bathroom and proceeded to relieve my bladder while the shower warmed up. I only had about 6 hours of sleep, so I took a quick shower. My erection subsided after my shower and I thought it had been a week since I had a release. My thought was, after my guest left, I would take care of my problem.

He came into the living room again just after dark. This time he had on work out clothes. He had on compression shorts and a wife beater. His sockless feet were covered in pricy athletic shoes. I was amazed that his hairy legs were just as I envisioned them in my daydream. His legs were white not tanned and the blond hair stood out as darker than they were since it had such a fair background. He stood near the room and talked as I sat on the couch facing him. His crotch was at my eye level and in those tight shorts his penis outline measured up to my daydream also. You could see he was uncut through the spandex material. The shorts were red not see through but very form fitting.

He said he was going for a run and turned to leave. I saw his spectacular ass as he turned. I silently thanked the manufacturers of spandex and his parents for what I viewed. His bubble but protruded from his body and the spandex was stretched so tightly you could see the dark crease outlined between his cheeks. That was an ass you could play with for days and never get enough of it. He closed the door and left. I was sitting on the couch and had to cross my legs after he first entered. My erection was covered by my crossed leg, but my flushed face and slight stammer during our talk were obvious.

I had promised myself release, that evening, but thinking he would return after his run to dress for work kept me in place. After an hour I saw him at the door. He entered and had taken his shirt off because of his sweating. He said it was hotter than he realized and was covered in sweat. His red spandex pants were wet. Wet spandex is nearly transparent even darker colors. His chest had dense blond hair covering all of it. His nipples stood out and he had a treasure trail down his abs in a pyramid shape. His smell was of man and sweat. He was dripping on the wood floor and he noticed the pool below him. He stepped into the guest bathroom off the living room and said he was too wet to make it to his bathroom.

He pushed the door almost closed but not fully closes. As he kicked off his shoes and stripped his shorts down the door slowly swung open. I could see his form as he stood with his back to the door. He turned to enter the shower. I saw his profile with his massive uncut member, his gigantic balls, and his butt cheeks protruding from his body. Even from this quick glance, I could tell everything was exactly as I envisioned in my daydream.

His shower was short and when he stepped out to towel off, he noticed the door had opened. He spoke to me and said he didn’t realize the door wasn’t closed. I told him older houses settle and sometimes doors didn’t latch when closed. I didn’t mention he had only pushed the door to. He talked with me as he was drying himself with my luxurious white towels. His skin appeared darker almost light blue next to the bright white towel in the well-lit bathroom. He was not bashful and walked out of the bathroom with his dick swinging and walked to his room to dress. I couldn’t move. My engorged shaft and balls were pressed against my leg in my jeans. He emerged in a few minutes and left to go to work. I sat on the couch aching so much from my throbbing dick in my tight jeans. I was afraid I would break something if I uncrossed my legs. I eventually got up and prepared for bed. I took a shower and got into the bed nude. Even with air conditioning and the ceiling fan on, I was sweaty after my shower.

I was asleep and heard my guest coming back to the house. He seemed to be having problems, so I went to the door to let him in. I put on a robe to go to the door. When I opened the door, I saw him look down toward my lower area. I had a customary piss erection. It was supposed to be covered by the robe, but it was protruding from the gap between the sides. I adjusted the front of my robe and invited him in. He said he forgot his phone and forgot the passcode. I apologized for my robe malfunction. He said it was all right we both had one.

I turned to go to the toilet. I closed the door, I thought and as I started to piss the door swung open. My guest was standing in the living room looking into the guest bathroom. When I noticed the door was open, he told me he saw how this old house worked. I finished and readjusted my robe. As I walked back into the living room, I could see the bulge in is pants had turned into a tent. Not a pup tent like I had as a kid. It was a family sized tent that had two rooms off the back. He saw me notice his protrusion and said again we both have one. He then went to his room for the day.

That evening he walked to the guest bathroom fully erect. He asked to use that shower since it was extra-large, and he fit better in it than in the smaller shower in his bath. I said fine and he entered the room without closing the door. He took a long piss as the shower warmed. He went into the shower. I sat in the living room and decided I needed to relieve my bladder. I walked into the guest bath and asked my guest if it was ok if I used the toilet while he showered. He said fine. I was standing emptying my bladder I could see him through the mirror. The water running over his body appeared like in my daydream. I finished up and he asked me a question. I turned to answer and saw his massive body in the shower. We talked as he finished up his shower. He opened the glass shower door and asked me to hand him a towel. I handed him the towel and walked out of the room. He stepped out and toweled off. He dried his massive dick and hairy balls with the towel. His chest hair was messed and stuck out in all directions. He turned and placed his foot on the toilet lid. He dried his raised leg and protruding butt as I looked on. I had returned to my seat on the couch, and he entered the living room and sat in a guest chair nude.

I asked him if he wanted something to drink and he said he was in a hurry and needed to get to work. We still sat there and talked a few minutes. I could see his massive balls nearly covered by his long thick uncut shaft. His foreskin was pulled back some. I could see his hot pink glands partially exposed. I asked him about his comfort with nudity and he said he was raised in Europe with an open society. He said he was mostly nude until he was an adult. I said it was refreshing to see his comfort. He excused himself and went to dress for work. As he left for work, I saw he was dressed in a suit with a black silk shirt and a hot pink tie. He was a vision of perfection in his black Armani outfit. The brightness of the tie made his fair complexion appear darker.

That night when I got into bed after my shower, I was determined to find release. I had an erection and balls aching to be emptied. I took my shaft into hand in the bed and closed my eyes to envision my guest. I was picturing his blond hair and chiseled body covered in blond hair, but I couldn’t get past his deep blue and silver eyes. As I pumped my shaft, I was swimming in the depth of his gaze. I worked my glands under the skin I was reaching a peak. My precum pouring out of the opening and lubricating my skin.

I opened my eyes to view my release and saw my door was open. It appeared I had failed to latch my door and it swung open. Standing in the darkness outside my room was my guest. His eyes were glowing in the darkness similar to a cats’ eyes. I sat up and he walked forward. I had no Idea how long he had been standing outside my door or how much he had seen. He said his last client had cancelled and he decided to return to his room early. I looked at the clock and saw it was 3:30 am. I had been playing and jacking for four hours. I apologized saying I thought my door was closed and he said it must be the pesky old house. I had thrown my sheet over my erection, but it only covered it. Everything I had was outlined under my sheet. He said he was sorry for interrupting my pleasure and told me we all do it. He then turned and went to his room.

I couldn’t get his appearance out of my mind. He seemed to be pinker and not so pale. I guessed he was flushed from the embarrassment of being caught viewing my private moments. He had removed his tie and unbuttoned his silk shirt. As he stood in the hallway. His eyes were seeing my every intimate action. I got up to take a piss. I decided a robe was unnecessary and headed to the bathroom. I emptied my bladder and headed back to my room. His room door stood wide open. As I stood in the hallway, I could see him in the bed. He was jacking his python and had his gigantic balls in his other hand. I made a noise, and he opened his eyes and looked at me with his glowing eyes. I walked into his room and approached the bed.

I arrived at the guest house just before dawn. My new recruit owned a guest house. He hadn’t arisen before I arrived and went for my day slumber. When I awoke, I could smell his dinner and dressed for work. I walked out and spied him eating in the dining room. He was exactly as described to me. Tall well built, and dark haired. He arose and walked to me and we talked. I could tell from his dark brown and gold eyes he was a perfect recruit. He was about 40 and had a light sprinkling of white in his otherwise dark hair. He was shorter than most of my recruits only about 6’ 2” but met the minimum height standard. He was lean, but I could develop him into a warrior. We talked and I went to work.

My work as a recruiter for the vampire nation was to seek out warrior recruits for our wars against rogue supernatural beings. Vampires were the strongest supernatural beings and our leader had guidelines for his warriors. My recruits were always top notch, fighters. I also had an elite pack of gay warriors who worked only for me.

I was the perfect recruiter because I was handsome and approachable by men. Gay men wanted me, and straight men wanted to be me, or take the castoff girls who approached me. I spent my nights in clubs and bars seeking potential recruits and feeding. I required two things, blood and sex. Many legends say my kind will burn up in sunlight. It isn’t true. We have a very adverse reaction to sun, but it isn’t deadly. No great balls of fire or anything. I discovered a secret to damper the reaction to the sun. I require blood to live, I ingest semen to prevent the ravages from the sun.

The sun still affects me, but the semen makes it more bearable. I found a drunk guy will always provide my mouth with the elixir that comes from his wonder stick. I can also have the elixir injected into my rectum. It has the same effect as swallowing and many of the gay guys prefer to donate it to me by that means. I have found that a load of elixir which has been pent up for a week or more has a better effect, so I persuade my new recruits to save up their donations for maximum effect.

I have a special ability of persuasion. I can cast thoughts to people, and they feel the thoughts are dreams or daydreams. I like to include erotic thoughts to my recruits to enhance their draw to me. Standing at a bar and seeing a guy talking to a girl at a nearby table, I will give him a vision of her massive tits rubbing against his face. He will become so aroused he will have to go to the rest room. I will follow him into the room and see him jacking at the urinal and bend and ingest his elixir. I project to him it was a daydream and he returns to his date.

I also seek out nourishment with projected thoughts. I persuade a doner to a private area and bite his neck. I take only what I need and seal the wound. He has thoughts of sex, a good conversation, or whatever I give him, and I get nourishment.

Another ability I have is I can open doors with my thoughts. Even a bank vault will open upon my command. I make doors open and enter rooms and houses to persuade my doners to provide me with my needs. Since sex is a requirement for my wellbeing my ability to open doors allows me access to all my carnal desires. I can enter a house and go to the bedroom and enjoy a man while his wife or girlfriend is in the living room watching tv. I project to him I am his woman, and he injects me with a dose of elixir.

I do have sex and enjoy pounding away at a fine ass, but mostly with my elite force and recruits. Gay vampires are insatiable and never complain about safe sex or human frailties such as pain. We cannot get human diseased. A vampire warrior can take my dick pounding for hours and beg for more. I found after an hour of my massive dick up most guys ass, they beg for a time out. I have seen guys a week after having my man charms and they still are walking with a list.

After a few days at my recruits’ guest house, I went for a run. He had taken the bait and was always waiting for me as I arose. I came out in my sexiest workout clothes and his jaw dropped. His pole sprang to life as he sat there, and I chuckled to myself that he thought he was hiding his reaction to my body.

I made an excuse to shower in the guest bath, sweat was pouring off me. I opened the door as I was undressing. I lingered before getting into the shower to reveal the thoughts I projected to him throughout the week were true. He was putty in my hands. He had the elixir I needed but wanted a full pent-up dose for greatest results.

Finally, I decided to dress to the nines. My black Armani suit and silk shirt with pink tie was the best outfit I brought with me. It was great at clubs and ensured all eyes were on me. It also had an effect on my recruit. I returned to the guesthouse after my repast with a very willing doner. I could hear him in his room. From the sounds he was making, I could tell he was trying to pleasure himself. I projected to him not to climax. I wanted to have his elixir in my mouth. I urged the door open and watched him from the hall. He was a vision. His well-defined pectoral muscles moved under his skin as his arm moved up and down. His nipples were large, at least the size of a half dollar. His uncut dick begged for my ministrations.

I persuaded him to open his eyes and revealed my location in the hallway. We talked and I headed to my room. When I heard him in the bathroom, I urged my door open and laid there jacking my love pole. He stood in the hall mirroring my earlier actions. He entered and walked toward the bed. No persuasion was required from now on.

I walked up to the bed that this Nordic god was laying on. I bent to engulf his massive erection in my mouth, and he sat up and swung his legs off the bed toward me. He pulled my hips toward his face. My erection swallowed down his gut. This man had skill. I don’t know how he did it. He was massaging my dick with his throat. His tongue was rubbing the bottom of my shaft and even pushing out to lick the skin of my balls where it met my shaft. His throat spasms were the first I ever experienced. His grip held me in place, and I had no option of pumping. I just stood there weak kneed while his mouth and throat worked me to the max. It had been over a week, nearly two since I had climaxed, so I had little ability to hold back from his expert ministrations. My body started to stiffen, and he released my hip and stuck a finger into my pucker hole and probed my prostate. I thought I had orgasmed before. I definitely got off. Cum squirted out my penis and I felt satiated. This was different. My whole body orgasmed as I unloaded weeks of semen down his throat. I thought it was because of the weeks of abstinence. My body collapsed. I had no control over my body. I probably would have shit myself if his finger wasn’t up my hole. My eyes rolled up into my head and the only thing I felt was my pulsing prostate. Squirt after squirt poured out of me. My skin was covered in goose flesh. His ministrations on my dick went from pleasure to pain. Not really pain, but a sensation that is hard to describe. I couldn’t control my actions and wanted him to stop so I could regain control. I eventually lost control so much I fainted. Here I was a retired soldier fainting like a little girl. I awoke in the bed next to him.

He reached for my dick, but I had other ideas. I sat up and grabbed his hips. I pulled his throbbing pole into my waiting mouth. He tasted of sunshine. I have tasted many men in my long lifetime but never tasted sunshine. His length and girth were not as large as I am, but well more than a mouth and throat full. I couldn’t get over the taste. I needed to taste his elixir. If just his essence tasted so good, what will the real thing be. I knew he wouldn’t last too long especially since I had been persuading him not to ejaculate. As I felt him start to tense, I slid a finger into his tight hole. I felt for his magic button and ministered to it the way I knew he would enjoy. His elixir pumped down my throat. The load kept gushing into me. I had a stomach full, and he still was going. He tried to pull away, but I wanted all of him. His body started to thrash, and he passed out. I held him up and slowly pulled his length out of my throat. I could taste his elixir as his dick slid over my tongue. The best way to describe the taste was honey dipped sunshine. I couldn’t have enough of the taste. I gently laid him on the bed and gently cleaned off his still dripping opening with my tongue. I got into the bed with him and held him close to my body.

As we spooned, I felt his massive erection against my ass and up my back. It throbbed as he gently snored against my neck. The feel of his dense chest hair against my back was wonderful. As I laid there, I wondered if I could take his manhood into my manhole. I rubbed my ass against his shaft. I could feel his dick start to drip down my back. He stopped snoring and began to stir. I reached behind me and positioned his head into my hole. The deposit of pre-cum lubricated my hole and he started to press in. The head was massive. I didn’t believe I could accommodate his girth. He eventually coaxed my hole open a got his head past my resistance. I pulled back and begged him to stop.

He thought I said don’t stop and impaled me in one quick thrust. It was like pulling a bandage off once it was finished, the pain is gone. Not gone but bearable. He slowly pulled out until his bulbous glands massaged my prostate. Small slow thrusts ensured my prostate was worked over to maximum pleasure. I started to cum without touching myself. He reached over and caught my seed in his hand to prevent the sheets from being soiled. I felt his motions increase and he pumped in and out of me with long slow motion. I felt his body tense and his seed filled my hole. We laid there together with his pole in my hole, and I wanted the night to never end.

I awoke to his butt muscles rubbing against my pole. I felt him position my head to his hole. My juices were flowing lubricating his hole. I pressed my pointed head against his tight hole. It slid in with resistance and then the flare at the edge plopped in. He screamed to stop but I knew the only way to proceed was to plunge in balls deep in one thrust. We laid there to allow him to get use to my girth. I thought of persuading his pain away but not him. I wanted him to feel all of me. I pulled out until my dick pressed against his love button. I slowly ministered that area until he got his release. I reached over and collected his elixir in my hand I lapped it off my hand. The taste took me out of control. I started pumping into him to reach my apex. His tightness engulphed my manhood like a glove meant for me. Tight but perfect. Between the taste of his elixir and the feel of his darkness I lost control. I emptied into him. I went back to sleep with my member in his perfect opening. We slept like that all day.