Piotr slid in effortlessly. Andy gasped and writhed under Piotr, then strained his neck to pull Piotr into a kiss. Piotr went slowly at first, then moved more and more swiftly. Andy urged him to go faster and harder, until Piotr sensed that his penis had swollen beyond belief, to the point of nearly aching. Spasms convulsed his body and he shot inside Andy, who continued to pump underneath him.
Piotr pulled out then, and flipped Andy over. He dove down and took all of Andy’s penis in his mouth. As two of his fingers dug back into Andy’s ass, he bobbed up and down until seconds later his lover’s cum hit the back of his throat and the salty taste covered his tongue.
Sated, he lay next to Andy and kissed him softly on the cheek. They held each other in silence for several minutes.
“So, when do we gotta go to bed? Is that what you call it?” Andy started playing with Piotr’s limp cock, making him hard again.
“I don’t think I’ve ever given it a name before. We must sleep before the sun comes up. Actually, we’ll become so tired that we’ll just fall asleep.”
“How long till then? I can’t tell in this coffin.”
“A couple of hours or so.”
“Cool.”
“Why is that cool?”
“Because you’re hard again. Can vampires recover that fast and go at it?”
“Let me show you.” Piotr wrapped his lover in another warm embrace and kissed deeply.
The battered old pickup truck rumbled along the dirt track sending a great plume of dust swirling into the night.
“Are you okay to drive?” asked Daniel, resting a hand on his partner’s thigh.
“Yeah, it’s just been a long night,” replied Karl, rubbing Daniel’s hand. “Did you have a good birthday?”
Daniel smiled and looked at Karl’s silhouette against the moonlight.
“I did,” he answered. “Best ever birthday party, thanks to you.”
He leaned over and kissed Karl on the side of his face, the bristles tickling his lips.
“I guess if you really wanted to thank me…”
Karl took his hand off Daniel’s and undid the zipper on his jeans.
“You’re kidding, aren’t you?” Daniel said.
Karl snickered in the semi-darkness.
“Nope,” he replied. “Feel this, then you’ll know I’m not joking.”
Karl grabbed Daniel’s hand and pressed it against the erection that was jutting out of his open fly.
“Well if I have to.” Daniel grinned.
“You have to! You have to!”
He leaned back and settled into the seat while Daniel undid his seat belt. Keeping his eyes on the road ahead, he lifted a hand off the steering wheel to let Daniel get to his cock and when he felt Daniel grab it and guide it into his mouth, the sensitive flesh of his cock head brushing against his lover’s lips, he sighed a long, breathy sigh.
“Nice and slow,” said Karl softly. “We’re nearly home but don’t stop till you’ve finished.”
He placed a hand on Daniel’s head, pushing it gently down onto his cock. Even after a long day spent mending fences on the small farm they owned and a night of partying, he wasn’t too tired to enjoy a bit of oral. His balls had already begun to tighten. And why wouldn’t they? Daniel gave the best head jobs he’d ever had. “That mouth should come with a licence,” he’d say, only half jokingly.
As he neared climax he was having trouble keeping the truck on the road. Twice he almost veered into the ditch as his body tensed in anticipation of ejaculation. But the near accidents didn’t seem to bother Daniel, who kept his hand and mouth steady on his rigid cock.
“Oh yeah,” Karl moaned. “Suck that motherfucker and get ready to swallow.”
Daniel picked up the pace, his full lips sliding up and down the length of his shaft with ease, sucking it hard as his hand worked the base.
“Here it comes, Danny. Get ready!”
Suddenly there was an almighty bang and the sound of screeching tyres as Karl slammed on the brakes. He lurched forwards, slamming Daniel’s head into the bottom of the steering wheel.
“Aw shit!” Daniel cried out. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“We hit something,” said Karl. “Or something hit us.”
Karl moved his arm so that Daniel could sit up, then reached up and turned the interior light on so Daniel could check himself in the rear vision mirror.
“You okay?”
“That fucking hurt,” said Daniel, rubbing the small bump that was growing on the side of his head.
“Shh. Can you hear that?” he asked. “There it is. Listen!”
“I’m trying to, if you’ll just shut up and let me.”
Daniel cocked his head and looked at Karl. Both of them wore puzzled expressions on their faces.
“It sounds like giant wings flapping,” said Karl, searching the sky through the windscreen.
Then something heavy landed on the roof. Daniel gasped. Whatever it was took a step, denting the metal as its foot came down.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” said Karl, nearly flooding the engine in his hurry to get away.
The vehicle skidded forwards, sending a dark shape spilling onto the tray at the back of the truck and bouncing over the edge.
“What was that?” asked Daniel, scanning the road through the back window of the cabin.
“How the hell should I know?” asked Karl as he pressed the accelerator pedal to the floor. “Can you see anything? What was it?”
Daniel wound the window down and leaned out.
“I can’t see anything,” he yelled back. “There’s nothing there.”
Karl spun the wheel and steered the truck into the driveway of their farm, and as he did Daniel disappeared out the window.
“Daniel!” he yelled.
He stopped the pickup and leapt out. Adrenaline flooded his veins, sending his heart racing. He raced around to the other side of the truck, tucking his flaccid cock back into his jeans as he went, but there was no trace of his lover. He heard the beating wings again, massive wings, and the sound of Daniel calling his name. He looked up and could just make out a large black shape flying away from him towards the full moon.
“Daniel!” he yelled, cupping his mouth. “Daniel! I’ll find you, baby. I’ll find—”
A great force hit him from behind, winding him, and as he struggled to get his breath back he was lifted off the ground. He looked down, watching the road and his truck grow smaller and smaller. For a moment he struggled to free himself, but the creature’s powerful arms were secure around his torso. With a bit of effort he managed to twist himself around and look upon the face of the creature that held him in its grip. The eyes were black and dead, its nose no more than two folds of skin in the centre of its face, and when the creature grinned at him its long fangs glistened in the moonlight. Vampire! There had been rumours and he had seen pictures. How could it be anything else? Suddenly it became difficult to breathe. The smell of death and decay was strong in his nostrils. He could feel vomit biting at the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down. He had to be strong. For Daniel.
His instinct for survival kicked in and once more he struggled to free himself, yet it was useless. The vampire’s arms were like metal bands around him. Even when he tried to swing his legs forwards, trying to work up enough momentum to give the creature a good kick, he failed. The vampire barely noticed his efforts and he’d exhausted himself to the point of giving up the fight.
They soared over farmhouses and patches of forest, over a hamlet and a small river that he recognised as being the river that marked the boundary between counties. The wind was harsh against his face, making his eyes water and drying the back of his throat. He swallowed though the action brought him scant relief; there was no saliva to lubricate his mouth with.
Finally they began to descend. Below them stood an imposing granite mansion which stood on the side of a large, lonely hill and was, for the most part, hidden amongst a grove of ancient oaks. He guessed that they had arrived at their destination.
The breeze from the vampire’s wings rustled the leaves as they came in for a landing and Karl’s feet dragged along the treetops. Their landing was smooth but the minute the creature let go of him he balled his hands into fists and spun around, taking a swing at his kidnapper. But the vampire was too fast and too strong. As he slammed into the vampire’s hand, he jarred his arm and when the vampire’s hand closed around his fist he heard his knuckles crack. He cried out as spears of sharp pain shot up his arm.
“Don’t be a fool,” said the vampire, his words coloured by a thick Eastern European accent. “I could crush your head now and suck out your brain.”
“Do it,” said Karl defiantly, his eyes fixed on the black eyes of the vampire.
The vampire regarded him through narrowed eyes. Its nostrils, mere pits protected by folds of reddish-pink flesh, flared wide.
“I smell your fear,” said the vampire coldly. “Your words are brave but your galloping heart betrays you.”
The vampire picked him up by the back of his jacket with one hand and pushed the door to the mansion open with the other. Once inside the giant entrance hall he let go. Karl took a tentative step forwards, his eyes scanning the grandeur of the enormous space. Original works of art hung on every wall and there were small groups of well-padded chairs standing on expensive Persian carpets. Two handsome, well-dressed men sat chatting to Karl’s left; both glancing up at him as he took a second step. Another younger man, no older than twenty, walked into the room and draped himself over the railing at the foot of the grand staircase, resting his head on his arms and looking thoroughly bored.
“Ah, Vadim, you have arrived with your prize.”
Karl watched as a second winged vampire descended the stairs.
“Yes, Jasper. He is a fine specimen, too. Full of spirit.”
In the blink of an eye Jasper was in front of him, sniffing him, inspecting him.
At seven feet Jasper towered over him. His dark brown hair was slicked back over his skull, accentuating his heavy brow. His purple lips were thin and cruel, and the flaps of his nostrils flared as they took in his aroma. Tucked neatly behind him were two massive wings, black and leathery with age. The creature’s chest was muscular and looked as though it had been chiselled from white marble, the illusion only broken by a small patch of dark hair which sat in the centre. And through the fabric of his tight black breeches Karl could see the outline of his sizeable cock.
“Hopefully not too spirited,” said Jasper with the same Eastern European accent. “We don’t want any trouble.”
Karl understood the warning but didn’t indicate it. He knew he was no match for these creatures of the night. He’d tasted all he wanted to of Vadim’s strength, and the second vampire, Jasper, was taller and more solidly built. He’d have to be stupid to take the vampires on.
“What have you done with Daniel?” he asked.
Jasper’s thin lips widened into a grin.
“Ah yes, your lover.”
“Yes. What have you done with him?”
Jasper walked a circle around him, eyeing him up and down. He cupped a hand over the rounded mound of Karl’s hairy butt cheek.
“He’s all right for the moment,” he replied. “I shouldn’t worry too much. You’ll be with him presently. Now remove your clothing.”
Karl moved his mouth to speak but his vocal cords let him down.
“Yes, now. Do it now. Take them off. All of them.”
Jasper stepped back and folded his arms.
Karl looked over his shoulder at Vadim, at his dark eyes which were shadowed by the heavy brow common to both vampires. He swallowed. What choice did he have? Even the others in the room were looking at him now, all waiting to see what he’d do.
He began with his shoes and socks, flicking first one shoe off and then the other before peeling his damp, sweaty socks off. He removed his jacket and let it drop onto the flagstones, and then did the same with his shirt.
He noticed a look of approval flicker on Jasper’s face and saw how the vampire’s fat cock was growing larger inside the fabric of his breeches.
His fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt but it was soon undone, the zipper pulled down and his blue jeans removed. He looked again at Jasper, hoping the vampire would indicate that he had gone far enough, but there was no such signal. After a deep breath he hooked his thumbs into the elastic band of his underpants and pulled them down to his ankles before stepping out of them and kicking them away. When he’d finished he stood with his arms stretched out to the sides.
“Here you are,” he said, letting his arms drop. “Take a good look!”
Jasper stepped towards him and reached out, taking Karl’s cock in his hand.
“I had hoped for something larger, but I guess it will do.”
Karl felt his cheeks burn red.
“Take him away,” Jasper said, turning his back on Karl and returning up the stairs.
Karl glared at the departing vampire as Vadim prodded and pushed him towards a door at the side of the great stairway. He didn’t protest. He knew he was theirs, at least for the time being, but more importantly he didn’t want to jeopardise any chance he had of finding Daniel. Only then would he consider his plans for escape. And revenge.