I seemed to fall into a period of darkness and when I awoke I found that I had been stripped of my costume and boots. I had been laid across the top of the crypt which I assumed held the coffin of one of these vampires. There was an icy cold smooth hand caressing my cock, which was standing at full attention. The hand belonged to the blond Vampire who seemed to have shed the rest of his clothes. In my mind I knew that this blond Adonis was nothing but dead meat, but oh what beautiful meat it was.
Though Anne Rice had hinted that there was an erotic nature to vampires, she never really had them get down to the nitty gritty. I sensed now, from the engorged state of the blonde’s member, that he was after more than just blood. I felt compelled to see for myself just what this vampire's balls felt like against my own skin. He looked down at me with those clear blue eyes, his fangs exposed in his broad smile of satisfaction as I cupped his huge balls in my hand. At first his huge heavy sack was hard as ice but as I caressed them they seemed to soften until I could feel each fold and wrinkle of his scrotum.
Suddenly I was pulled out of this revelry by the caress of the master vampire's hand against my own. He had not yet removed his clothing or his cloak but the message received from his eyes said that he soon would. I seemed to be in the power of both vampires and they were playing me like a yo-yo.
