Bronson awoke to find Sarge sucking on his nipple and Woody licking his morning/evening post-sleep hard-on. His hips thrust up as his body reacted to the moist mouth on his dick.
“What the hell…” he moaned as Sarge bit sharply on the abused nipple.
Sarge chuckled, his mouth never letting go.
Woody also chuckled, the vibration eliciting yet another groan from Bronson.
“But—” Bronson was cut off when Sarge covered his mouth with his, plunging his fat wet tongue into his mouth.
Woody let Bronson’s dick slip from his mouth and began to lick, then suck his balls in and out of his mouth, grinding his chin into the tender spot just beneath, causing Bronson to shudder in pleasure.
He reached up and embraced Sarge, pulling him tighter as his hips thrust up, trying to get some friction against his straining dick. Growling in frustration, he pulled his legs up, his feet flat on the bed as he thrust again, this time rubbing his hardness against Sarge’s back.
Woody took this opportunity to zero in on Bronson’s pucker, pushing the point of his tongue into him. Surprised, Bronson let his hips drop, raising his legs high so that Woody would have more access.
“Oh…holy fuck…” Bronson grunted, breaking the kiss.
Woody pushed his legs back and went to town, eating Bronson’s ass.
“Like that, do you?” Sarge smirked as he looked down into his eyes.
Bronson only grunted in response.
Sarge then straddled Bronson, pushing his dick towards his mouth, which he readily took. He swirled his tongue around the swollen glans, noticing the coolness of the member. Sarge hooked his elbows under Bronson’s knees, giving Woody even more access to his butt. Woody pushed his tongue even further into his ass, making Bronson hum around Sarge’s hard cock.
Sarge started thrusting his dick in and out of Bronson’s mouth, getting more and more excited. He spat into his hand, and then reached around to slick up Bronson’s dick. In one swift movement, Sarge removed his dick from the warm confines of Bronson’s mouth, and sat down on Bronson’s dick, taking all of it down to the root, crushing the pubic hair beneath him.
Bronson yelled, his head arching back, the muscles, tendons and thick vein straining in his neck. Sarge snarled, his breathing quickened and his vampire fangs extended.
Before Bronson had the chance to recover from the sensory overload his dick was receiving, his ass was stretched wide as Woody pushed the mushroom-shaped head of his hard cock, foreskin pulled back, into Bronson’s ass. Bronson yelled again as a sharp, scorching pain shot up his ass and then eased off.
Sarge pinned Bronson’s arms above his head and scraped his fangs along the extended neck. He seemed barely able to contain himself. Sarge’s dick was trapped between his belly and Bronson’s, as he pounded his ass up and down, skewering himself again and again.
Slowly, Woody pushed himself all the way into Bronson. Bronson’s eyes widened when he caught sight of Woody, his fangs extended. The sounds emitting from all three men filled the room.
Bronson was on the verge of coming, his breath labored, the muscles of his abdomen constricting rapidly. Sarge gazed down at him, his eyes blazing. When Bronson shot his load into Sarge’s ass, Sarge sank his vampire teeth into the side of Bronson’s stretched throat.
Woody also pierced the thick vein that ran along the inside of Bronson’s hairy calf, and Bronson felt Woody’s hot seed fill him.
Bronson’s mouth opened in a silent scream, his eyes wide open as he experienced the second most intense orgasm of his life. Convoluted images scrolled across his mind’s eye, images of war in both Iraq and revolutionary times. He saw images of each vampire’s family, one of Woody’s sister’s wedding and one of Sarge holding an infant. His balls felt as if they were being pulled through the head of his dick as he unloaded their contents into Sarge’s convulsing, hairy ass. Then the visions were gone.
He opened his eyes slowly, his vision slightly out of focus at first, and then it sharpened in the dim room. Woody lay on one side of him, Sarge on the other. Each was stroking and kissing him, either on his chest or face.
“That was the most intense orgasm of my life, I think,” Bronson croaked, his mouth and throat dry.
“Would you like some water?” Sarge asked.
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Bronson smiled weakly.
Sarge left the bed and went into the kitchen to fetch the water.
“How do you feel, my young friend?” Woody stroked the side of his face, a look of such tenderness on his face that Bronson almost cried.
“I feel totally drained. Very tired,” he answered softly.
“We need to get him something to eat.” Sarge entered the room with a tall glass of cold water.
“Did you both…um…did you both bite me?”
In unison, both vampires said, “Yes.”
“Wow.” Bronson drained half the glass. “I saw things. It was like I was watching a movie of your lives.” He paused and finished the water. “It was bizarre.” He looked at Woody. “I saw your sister’s wedding. It was like I was there, but I knew who it was.” Turning, he looked at Sarge. “I saw you holding your son the day he was born. I have never felt such love. You love your son more than anything.”
Both vampires looked at each other, and then back to Bronson. “Were you able to see a lot of details?” Woody asked.
“Yes, it was as clear as if I were there myself.” Bronson wrinkled his brow. “I could almost smell the flowers.”
“That is indeed unusual.” Woody looked thoughtful. “That does not normally happen unless you have been fed upon several times and have an emotional connection to the vampire. For you to have such clear visions from both of us is highly uncommon.”
“I never knew that.” Surprise was clearly written on Sarge’s face.
“How could you unless you have a regular…, um… donor, like I do with Marcus?”
“I’ve never had that type of set-up,” Sarge admitted.
“So, let me get this straight.” Bronson let his head fall back and looked toward the ceiling. “If you both feed from me on a regular basis and/or I have an emotional connection to you, I will see parts of your previous lives?”
“More than that,” Woody continued to explain. “You will soon see our human and non-human lives.”
“Wow, that’s pretty cool.” Bronson looked from one man to another.
Woody howled with laughter. “Not many humans would have that sentiment.” Then he laughed even harder.
Soon Sarge started laughing too as he kissed Bronson’s face.
When the two vampires had calmed somewhat, Woody again mentioned getting Bronson something to eat. “What would our young friend like, to nourish himself?”
“I’m craving red meat, which is a little different since I just had a steak dinner yesterday.”
“Then that is what you shall have.” Woody got up from the bed. “First we shall need to clean ourselves. We all smell of sex.”
“Can’t imagine how that happened.” Bronson snickered.
The vampires pulled Bronson into the bathroom. Sarge turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, then pushed Bronson in after Woody. They each took turns washing him, Sarge taking over the job of the front side, while Woody the back. Each would caress and kiss the places they washed. Before long, Bronson had another erection from the erotic bathing he was receiving.
Sarge knelt in front of Bronson, washing his furry legs. Without warning he went down on the hard dick slapping him in the face. Bronson leaned back into the arms of Woody as he lost himself in Sarge’s now warm mouth.
Obviously not one to miss an opportunity, Woody edged his own stiff dick into the warm confines of Bronson’s still-stretched hole. Bronson pushed back, welcoming the entrance, appreciating the fullness.
Looking down briefly, Bronson saw Sarge jacking his own overly large erection in time to Woody’s thrusting, which also matched the same rhythm of the blowjob he was getting. The sight was so hot that Bronson started to buck, pushing his dick in and out of Sarge’s mouth while fucking himself on Woody’s huge dick.
Soon Sarge was rewarded with another load of Bronson’s hot seed. Bronson’s ass clenched, triggering Woody’s orgasm, adding more of his cum to that already resting inside Bronson as a result of their recent fucking. Sarge moaned around the mouth full of cum as he also shot a load into the bottom of the shower, which swirled around the drain before disappearing.
The three males became still as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. Had it not been for Woody holding Bronson, he was sure he would have collapsed on top of the Master Sergeant, who was still on his knees.
Bronson finally spoke. “Fuck, you guys have totally worn me out.”
Woody flexed his erect dick that was still lodged inside of Bronson. “Are you saying that you are not ready for another round?” He laughed.
“Ummm, that would be a big fat no,” Bronson replied with a laugh. “Feed me first and then we’ll talk.”
Sarge finally stood up, enveloping both men in his large arms. “I can live with that.” He joined in the laughter.
They finished up their shower. The vampires dried Bronson with the thick white towels, then themselves, taking their time.
“This really is incredible,” Bronson said as he reached for his toothbrush. “I have never been so pampered before. Better be careful, you two or I might become spoiled.”
Sarge wrapped his muscle-bound arms around Bronson and looked at him in the mirror. “I think I could handle that,” he said sincerely. “There is nothing I could think of that would make me happier.”
Bronson smiled around the toothbrush, the white foam of the toothpaste making him look like a rabid dog. That isn’t quite true, he thought to himself. Holding his son in his arms would make him happier. But he had no doubt that Sarge, the ruggedly handsome Marine, was sincere in his comment.
* * * * *
Steve had fallen onto the floor where he flopped around like a fish out of water, the pain clearly acute. He looked at Léonide. “Please…help me.” His voice was racked with pain.
“It will all soon be over, my sweet,” Léonide said sympathetically.
“Why?” Tears streamed down Steve’s face.
“Because I need you, Steve,” replied the still-naked Léonide.
“Leo, why do you not go and shower and get dressed? I will keep an eye on our friend here,” Fidencia suggested.
“No.” He leaned over and wiped a tear from Steve’s face. “I will stay with him until he is finished.” Léonide looked at his longtime friend seriously. “I am going to do this right this time, Fidencia, not like before. I am not going to use the street refuse as I did then. No, this time it will be different. This time I am going to use gay men, men who take care of themselves and who have a will to live and are not addicts or thugs.”
“Only gay men?” Fidencia asked, surprised.
“Why not? Last time I was in too big of a hurry. This time I am going to pick the best that I can find and train them as well, not just set them loose on a city. No, this time I’m going to be smarter about it.”
“I thought we were supposed to make this quick,” she said, both questioningly and as a statement.
“Ahhh, that is where I was also mistaken the first time, Fidencia.” Léonide stood up and then walked to the window. He looked out onto the early evening hours in San Francisco. “I was only there one night, when I picked those whom I thought would not be missed. I chose those who were either homeless or the drop-outs of society, and that is where things went awry.”
Steve had stopped rolling around and was now sitting up, looking around the room as if he had never seen it before.
“I believe our new friend here is about to finish his transition. Fidencia, would you be a love and order room service? We shall get him started the right way.”
“Certainly.” Fidencia smiled as she picked up the hotel phone and asked for a pot of coffee, enough for three.
“Steve, you are about to enter a new and exciting life,” Léonide told the man as he helped him to his feet, whereupon he embraced him.
“Everything seems so much brighter,” Steve said, glancing around.
“That is only the beginning, my beauty.” Léonide smiled and then kissed him. “From now on, you will never grow old. You will never be sick, and the world is your oyster.”
“Really?” Steve’s eyes shone brightly.
“Yes, Steve, really.” Léonide kissed him again. “First though, you will need to learn how to feed and take care of yourself.”
“I already know how to feed myself, Leo.” Steve was clearly a little insulted.
“Not for your new life, my friend.” Léonide soothed the man, rubbing the back of his hand on the handsome blond’s face.
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Fidencia allowed the young Hispanic room service attendant in with a tray of coffee. He saw Steve but said nothing.
Léonide approached the young, dark-skinned attendant and looked at his name tag. “Good evening, Luis.”
“Good evening, sir.” Luis smiled and then his face went blank.
Léonide turned to Steve, who was still standing naked. He motioned the handsome blond to come to him. “This will be your first lesson, Steve. Let me explain what I have done. Your co-worker here is now under my control. To do this, all you need to do is look directly into his eyes and push your thoughts toward him. Make your thoughts his thoughts. Understand?”
“Ummm, no.” Steve was clearly confused.
“We have the ability to control the minds of humans,” Léonide tried to clarify.
Steve still looked skeptical.
“Here, look into Luis’s eyes.” Léonide placed Steve face-to-face with Luis. “Now look deeply into his eyes and tell him something you would like for him to do.”
Steve looked from Luis to Léonide and then to Fidencia, who was standing off to the side, still fully dressed, and smiling at the spectacle unfolding before her.
“Okay, I’ll try,” Steve said disbelievingly. “Luis, take off all your clothes,” he commanded.
Nothing happened.
“You must look directly into his eyes, lose yourself in his, become part of him,” Léonide instructed.
Steve huffed a bit, still skeptical. Putting more effort into it this time, he repeated his command. “Luis, take off all your clothes.”
His face still looking blank, Luis began to undress. Steve stood there, mouth open in disbelief. Once Luis was standing there, his clothing lying on the floor, completely naked, Steve looked at Léonide, astonished.
Léonide chuckled. “You see, you can do this. Now you must feed. The first lesson is control. I want you to lean into his neck and smell him. Tell me what you feel.”
Steve leaned over his shorter friend and smelled his neck. He jerked back quickly.
“Well?”
“I can smell his…blood.” Steve looked alarmed. “I can hear it pulsing in his neck!”
Léonide stepped behind Steve, holding his shoulders. “Calm down, my love. That is quite normal. Now lean in again, close your eyes and just feel.”
Steve did as he was told. In less than a minute the physical change began. Vampire fangs grew, his eyes burned red, and blood vessels became apparent on his forehead.
Fidencia laughed out loud, having a better view than that of Léonide.
“Steve, remember control,” Léonide urged. “Gently tilt his head to the side.”
Steve looked at Fidencia, who nodded. He tentatively tilted Luis’s head to one side.
“Now, smell him again.”
Again, Steve leaned down, smelling his friend with the same reaction.
“Steve, hone in on the carotid artery,” Léonide said, continuing his tutoring. “When you have it, quickly pierce the skin with your new teeth, but gently.”
Steve hesitated, but his need obviously outweighed his reluctance. As Léonide expected, he quickly became aggressive once the warm blood flooded his mouth.
“Easy, Steve, easy.” Léonide gently stroked the new vampire’s hair. “You do not want to kill your friend.”
Steve eased up but still drank deeply. When Léonide saw that Luis had given as much as he could, he urged Steve to stop. The blond vampire reluctantly pulled away, a rivulet of blood escaping his mouth.
Léonide quickly licked it off the handsome vampire’s face. “Yum, spicy,” he commented. “Steve, with the tip of your tongue, lick the wounds you have left.”
Again, Steve leaned down and did as he was told. When he pulled away, a look of amazement stole across his face as the two puncture holes closed, leaving only minute red spots that were barely visible. Again, he bent forward, licking the trickle of blood that had escaped from the wounds.
“Wow, that was incredible,” Steve said with an air of wonder.
Fidencia applauded, smiling broadly. “Excellent.”
Léonide rotated the newly turned vampire to face him and hugged him enthusiastically. “You have done well, my sweet, very well indeed. To feed, you need not kill your prey, but soon you will learn when that is appropriate and when it is not.”
“Kill.” Steve sounded alarmed.
“Yes, kill,” Léonide confirmed. “There are times when it will be necessary.”
Steve started to shake his head in disagreement.
“Yes, and you will learn this too,” Léonide soothed. “Now, as much fun as it would be to have a little fun with your friend Luis, we haven’t the time tonight. We must bid him a good night, and be on our way.”
‘You may get dressed now, Luis,’ Léonide pushed his thoughts onto the man without speaking.
Luis began dressing. When he finished, Léonide looked intently at him, and as if waking from a deep sleep, Luis shook his head slightly and smiled. “Here, my handsome friend.” Léonide smiled as he handed the young, handsome Hispanic man a substantial tip. “Thank you for the café.”
Luis grinned. “Yes, sir, you are welcome.” He caught side of Fidencia and blushed.
Léonide watched the young waiter leave the room with a wink at Steve. Clearly he thought his co-worker had gotten very lucky tonight.