Subject: Vampyre – Part 11 The following story is fictional and does not depict any real people or Events. This story is STRICTLY fantasy, I am not endorsing the NSDAP or anything they did, this is fiction, please treat it as such. Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. We don’t want this website to ever stop. Think for a minute if you can afford it and help sustain Nifty with your donations. fty/donate.html —————————————————————————— If you are of a nervous disposition this may not be the story for you… It is easy to dismiss myths, legends and the creatures of your darkest dreams; it is what I reply on, otherwise you would take precautions against me, but your fear of being mocked, made to seem paranoid, is what lets me thrive. Young men are the worst, yet their very bodies, allow me to drink the two substances I need to exist, pleasure comes in many layers, I don’t live in the shadows, I don’t need to; to you I don’t exist. ************** Matt and Guy, were very pleased with how the training had gone and we had to be getting on, with our new passenger, Casper alongside us, we said our goodbyes, we would be back in a few months to find out how the training of the new dogs was going, I worried that Zeke would be upset at leaving Guy, but he just smiled at me and told me, he wasn’t worried, he would see him again. I nodded and kissed his hand, `When your ready Pyotr, let’s get going, we have a plane to meet’ `Yes Sir’ he responded as the intercom went off and the privacy glass closed. `Plane? Where are we off to now? Zeke grinned `You will see soon enough’ I closed my eyes and tried for some sleep. ***************************** Vampyre – Part Eleven We arrived at Biggin Hill International airport several hours later, we were all tired, even in our luxurious bubble, travel can be a chore. Luckily everything was ready to go when we arrived, waved through customs and out on to the tarmac to board my latest purchase a beautiful black Bombardier Global 6000 Jet. Welcomed on the tarmac, by the pilots and hostess, the dogs bounded up the stairs and picked where they intended to sleep out the flight, Zeke, Pyotr, Gunther, Ian and myself took our seats, as the flight crew took their positions ready for take-off. `Now are you going to tell me where we are going? I said nothing. I could see Zeke yawning as he peered out of the window, he glanced round at me and shook his head. `Gentlemen’ this is your Captain speaking, `we will shortly be departing, Biggin Hill International on route to Salzburg, we are not expecting any adverse weather, please enjoy your flight, anything that the cabin crew or I can do to make your flight more pleasurable, please don’t hesitate to ask’ `Why are we going to Austria? Zeke’s eyes were wide `I have some business to attend to in Bavaria, would you rather I had sent you home, or do you fancy a couple of weeks in Germany, while the car is repainted? `I would rather be with you’ Zeke, called Casper to him and gave him a cuddle, as the plane lifted into the night sky, destination Austria in the beautiful Alps. `I’m hungry, do you mind if I eat? Why can’t kids just settle and chill `Okay, take Ian in to the back cabin, just feed mind, no long sessions joining the mile high club’ I laughed as he glared at me `I never thought of that’ he ginned back `Zeke NO, feed and back’ me and my big mouth. I dozed off, the three bongs on the cabin sounder drawing me from sleep, I blinked looking round the cabin, Zeke was sitting grinning at me, what had he been up too, I stretched out. `How long have I been asleep? `Oh a couple of hours’ Zeke grinned again, he was blocking me reading his mind, little tyke, I sensed him fighting me, he was giggling. We landed a short time later and taxied over to the VIP area, I looked out the window, good, a car was here to meet us, I recognised the driver, Karl, standing proudly by a black 1939 Mercedes-Benz 770K Grosser Offener Tourenwagen; or Large open touring car in English, yes, your right, one of the vehicles old Adolf used to use, the roof was up against the flurries of snow which swirled around in our jet wash and the backup car sat, slightly back its old headlights illuminating the area. Thanking the pilots and hostess, I descended the steps, I crossed to the car, Zeke and the dogs following me, I could see Pyotr, Gunther and Ian, rushing about in the background, transferring bags to the backup vehicle, `Karl, how long has it been, twenty years? I hugged him closely, I could see Zeke looking at him closely, he could sense he was one of us, `How’s Ernst? Sorry about the short notice, but while we were in the area’ `Es ist kein problem, er wurde nicht niğde escort horen, dass sie irgendwo anders al sim schloss wohnen’ `English please Karl, Zeke doesn’t speak German yet’ `Ah, it’s no problem, he wouldn’t hear of you staying anywhere else than at the castle’ We hugged again and Zeke and I climbed in as he held the door open, the dogs piled in beside us. `Karl its good old Adolf, liked lots of space’ I joked, he smiled back, he would have loved one of those dogs’ he added Karl waited until the backup vehicle was ready and at a flash of lights, this old queen of the road roared into life and purred away. Zeke’s eyes looked like saucers `He is one of us, isn’t he? I nodded, `Did you say this was one of Hitler’ cars? `It sure is, probably worth as much as mine, Karl is probably one of the best drivers for these available, he has been driving them since the 1930’s he was our hosts driver’ We set off in the dark, destination Bavaria, it hopefully wouldn’t be long before the sun came up, the scenery around Bavaria is truly exceptional. I thought I had better enlighten Zeke a bit more, I explained to him our host, whose surname we must never use, had been a high ranking Nazi in the early days of the movement, he had been arrested on trumped up charges and as the history books had it, he had been shot, by an Officer in the SS. I explained all that was true up to the being shot bit, what had happened, was that he had transformed into a wolf, torn out a number of SS throats and vanished into the night, never to be heard from again, there then had been a cover up and the shooting story circulated by the regime. `Weren’t they all bad though? That’s what our history teacher said’ Zeke whispered `Zeke war criminals are always on the losing side, remember that. Ernst, was not part of the leadership when all the really terrible things happened, yes he was a bit of thug, but that was all’ Unnoticed by either us or anyone else we crossed the border into Germany, as the sun began to rise we slowed and turned off the main road on to one marked `Privatstrasse Keine Einfhart’ (Private Road , No Entry) and headed up into the mountains, the road hugging the sheer cliff face to our right and drop to our left, Karl, negotiated the road beautifully as he had so many times before, now I can’t tell you exactly where we were going for obvious reasons, but picture the scene, a German castle, perched on a mountain peak, surrounded by wooded slopes, looking like it had been built by Mad king Ludwig II and you have the place. As we rounded the last corner, Zeke was beside himself, the Castle before us, hovering in the clouds, perched on its rocky outcrop. `Wow is that where we are going? I nodded. Zeke grabbed Casper and held his face to the window, whispering in his ear, Karl looked back smiling, he had never lost his boyish good looks, I was glad to be staying with them again, they were a lovely couple, well threesome; I could explain about Edmund later. The car pulled up at a road block, signs stressing Entry Forbidden, two uniformed guards, spoke with Karl, Zeke looked at me for a translation, I indicated for him to wait as the guards looked into the vehicle, happy they waved us through; I would have to let him feed on Gunther so he understood German, note to self. If anything the road became more tortuous, we passed a number of manned posts, they picked up the phone as we passed, our arrival was well announced, the final bend revealed a towering gate house. The road stopped and dropped hundreds of feet, Karl stopped the car as the drawbridge was lowered, we pulled on to it and a small door opened in the main gates, a strapping 6 foot guy, in black jackboots, Brown Jodhpurs, and a brown shirt with red collar patches, and black belt, approached the car, he nodded at Karl, saluted and stood back as the main castle gates swung open, closing behind us, as we pulled to a halt in front of yet another imposing gate at the top of a stone staircase. Karl leapt out and opened the door, I climbed out followed by Zeke and the dogs, `Please this way, I know Ernst is desperate to see you again’ We followed Karl, up the stairs `Come in, Come in’ Karl said, knowing full well Zeke wouldn’t have been able to enter without his invitation, I had been here before. We went through the oak doors which opened before us, we walked behind him, down a couple of corridors, lined with stag antler sets and boar heads and then entered into the great Hall. `Sie sind hier, Willkommen, willkommen’ Ernst raised his hand in greeting, I was pleased to see him in a grey suit, facially he hadn’t changed a bit, he wasn’t handsome at all the three bullets that had wounded him in the first world war had left their marks, the worst of which on his nose, which had been shot away and the remainder stitched back on. `Wer nişantaşı escort ist das, wer ist das’ Ernst grabbed Zeke’s cheek `Ernst this is Zeke, I am sure you have heard about him’ `Ah, du bist der zeke, wir mussen so dankbar sein, dass wir mehrere Mitglieder des hohen Rates gerettet haben’ he hugged him again, Zeke looked at me puzzled, so did Ernst `Er Spricht kein deutsch’ Ernst asked, looking surprised. `No Ernst, he doesn’t speak German’ I replied, answering his question Ernst grabbed his cock through his trousers and gripped it `Ich konnte ihn unterrichten’ `No, that won’t be necessary, I have it in hand’ I added quickly, Zeke looked at me `Ernst said he would teach you’ Zeke blushed and looked at the floor. Ernst and Karl, both burst out laughing, I saw Ernst press a button under the desk a few moments later, a young man in SA Uniform arrived, Ernst told him to take us to our rooms and see that we had everything we wanted. Ernst looked at me again, `We will be having lunch soon, would be helpful if you could have Zeke speaking German by then, will he be joining us? `Let me see, he may need a lie down’ We followed the SA man, upstairs to our rooms, Zeke ran to the windows peering out over the mountains `It really is amazing here, Jonathon, but why are they all in uniforms’ I explained to Zeke all about the `Sturmabteilung’ `Storm Detachment’ and how Ernst had once been their leader and that now all his staff still wore the uniform when in the castle. `Now I need to get you understanding German, I am going to get Gunther to let you feed, you will find and don’t ask me how, but after you have fed, you will understand and be able to speak German’ Zeke Jonathon had left saying he was going to freshen up before lunch, I heard the knock at my door and Gunther came in, Casper was lying on the floor next to the four poster bed, he watched Gunther walk towards the bed, sensing no danger he lay back down. Gunther had obviously been told what was required, he began stripping as he crossed to the bed, I could see what attracted Jonathon, he came to the side of the bed, his soft cock; all seven inches of it hanging in front of him, his half covered bellend, a promise of greater things, he took hold of it and began slowly wanking it’s length, pumping blood into it, it began to visibly swell in his hand, the bellend darkening and flaring as the skin pulled back fully exposing it, I wanted more than just this. I reached for his hand and went to pull him on to the bed, at first he resisted, then that square jaw broke into a grin and he clambered on to the bed alongside me, he rolled on to his back, his hands still slowly wanking his now rock hard cock. I got up on to my knees, the difference in our sizes even obvious here on the bed, me barely 4’8″ and him 6’4″, I crawled to his head and lightly kissed his lips, I think he was still trying to decide what to do, I pulled back, so I could focus on his eyes, with that he opened his mouth and I dived on to him pushing my tongue into contact with his, I got myself astride his huge chest, I am sure from behind, my hole was exposed, my legs and butt felt very stretched with me just sitting astride him. I sat up and reached back for his shaft, his flared bellend was wet with precum, I smeared it into the skin of this cock head, my little fingers, gripping under the ridge of his cock, reaching all those parts only little fingers could reach, I wanted him. I pushed back further and sat on his shaft, feeling it split my butt cheeks wide apart, I rode along its length, my weight bringing more and more precum to his cockhead, which oozed it out on to his iron abs, I dipped my fingers in it and licked it off them like Pooh Bear at a honey fest, his face just kept smiling at me, as my twelve year old mind decided what to do to this man next. I slid my hole over the top of his bellend, I could feel it throb and smear more precum over my boy hole, his cock head felt enormous between my legs; let’s be honest it is enormous. I felt one of his hands slip under me from my hip and a finger, pushed itself against my hole, it easily pushed in, then a second finger, my arse muscles gripped the two, I gasped as he eased in a third, his thick fingers, worked my hole as I gripped his chest, slowly stretching me wider and wider, he withdrew his fingers and I felt him grip his shaft, he smeared more precum onto my hole and raised my hips with his other hand. I felt him push his flared cock head against me, he tensed his muscle, it throbbed hard as he forced his bellend into me. My wide eyes must have told him all he need to know, he was in, he stopped moving, allowing my body to relax and my open mouth to close, his cockhead inside me. I looked into his blue eyes, he grinned and I felt him pulse his ankara olgun escort big bellend inside me, his hands on my hips began to push me back on to his shaft, his precum lubricating me from the inside, as I slowly inch by inch slid down his cock, I could tell he was concentrating on not cumming, his face a study of intent. I reached back and felt my butt flat against his ball sac, his big balls one either side of my butt, I ginned down at him and leant forward and kissed him again. Jonathon `Err Zeke, you were supposed to be just feeding’ Zeke’s head spun round towards me, I couldn’t help looking at the way Gunther’s thick shaft had impaled Zeke’s ass, a tight red ring visible gripping the monster shaft, his legs either side of Gunther’s waist. `Come on, hop off him and feed, you have to be able to speak German at dinner later, I am going to have lunch with Ernst and Karl, why don’t you explore the Castle with Casper? I watched Zeke, pull himself off Gunther’s ten inch cock, his hole gaped as the bellend plopped out, along with a load of wind, Zeke laughed, he knew I couldn’t be cross with him. `Eat now Zeke, Gunther please’ I had to get things moving. Gunther wiped his slimy cock on the bedspread; I winched, pleased it wasn’t my bedspread. Straight away he began wanking hard as Zeke crawled down to his cock, Gunther, obviously pleased to be able to cum, he stopped wanking as Zeke got his mouth over his cock, I could see Gunther’s balls churning in their sac as he spurted his load into Zeke’s mouth, Zeke’s eyes bulged as he began swallowing, maybe I should have warned him about our German studs prodigious loads. Zeke’s faced turned to one of bliss as the cum stimulated all those parts nothing else could, I hoped it wasn’t going to be too much for him to cope with, he cleaned Gunther’s bellend with his tongue, digging into this slit and round the ridge making sure he got all his cum, he stopped and licked his lips. Facing me Zeke’s eyes flashed blood red as he buried his fangs into Gunther’s shaft and began to feed. Zeke was obviously enjoying this, his eyes flashed red again as he drank more and more, I crossed to the bed and stroked his back, his eyes flared at me again, mine flashed red back at him, I saw him stop drinking, his fangs withdrew, he looked into my eyes `Tut mir leid’, he said in perfect German; `I’m sorry’. I gave Zeke a hug, Gunther would be fine and Zeke now spoke German. I would have to wait a few days before I could enjoy Gunther myself again though; let him get his strength back. Gunther got himself off the bed and picking up his clothes went off to his room. `Right I am off to have lunch, have fun exploring the Castle and don’t get into trouble’ I gave Zeke a kiss and then another as I tasted Gunther on his lips, he grinned at me and lay back on the bed, calling Casper to join him. I made my way back down the Great Hall. `Ah Jonathon, are you hungry? I hope so, I have a selection of nice German sausage for you’ Ernst let out a belly laugh and waved for me to follow him, I went through into a smaller room, he handed me a champagne glass brimming with fresh cum `Drink up, drink up, tell me all the news while we feed’ Around the room, were six guys none older than eighteen, they were naked and all slowly stroking hard German cocks, Ernst was right, they all had different cocks, just like German sausages, some thin and long some short and fat, some long and fat something for every connoisseur of German meat. I was pleased to see that none of them had puncture scars, all lovely and fresh. `Where do you get them from, Ernst, they are amazing? `Oh we have a local boarding school, the head master is one of us, I opened the school and support it and enjoy its students’ he belly laughed again, Ernst had always been a bit of ruffian, god knows how he had once climbed so high. I drained my glass, enjoying a warmness wash over me, feeling my stress melt away, I had whittled the six down to two, now to either go for the Brockwurst shaped cock or the thicker Bratwurst. Just about to move, I was handed another champagne glass, this was going to be some reunion, I decided on the Bratwurst, it stood out from a mat of black hair, as I knelt down I followed the happy trail up to a hairy chest, lovely. I gripped the hard cock and sank my fangs into his virgin flesh, there is nothing like virgin fresh blood, my head spun, I looked over at Ernst, he was busy feeding now too, I was going to enjoy this stopover in Bavaria. ***************** Please send e-mails letting me know if you are enjoying the stories and any storyline suggestions; I cannot guarantee to use them all though. I’ll keep posting this and maybe new stories if I feel you guys are enjoying them. There’s nothing more rewarding than knowing that my stories are making other guys cum. Your e-mails inspire me to write more and better stories. So please do send me an e-mail if you want me to keep writing. Other stories by this writer: `Exploring my brother’ `Joshs Adventures series’ `An Army life for me’ `Grandmas Bedroom’`Dominic Online’ `The Extraordinary Christmas Party’