Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

Munich Train Station

A week later, having settled the baron's estate as best as I could—with the understanding that a cousin of his, Ludwig, would take over the title and assets, I was sitting in a first-class carriage of a train leaving Munich en route to Berlin. I had not been connected to Varick's activities that had caused him to escape Berlin, I had ascertained. So, it was clear for me to return to the city.

I turned toward the door into the carriage to see that there was a young man, a beautiful blond young man standing there.

"Excuse me," he said. "I was told I should come to this compartment. But if—"

"No, that's quite all right," I said. "Please come in. And perhaps lower the shades to the corridor. We'll have more privacy that way." He was delectable. He also was smiling at me in the way that I understood indicated a special interest. I was ready for a cleansing of the palate, a new beginning, a making my own way.

"How far are you going?" I asked.

"To Heidelberg," he said. "My name is Alfred. I am a student at the university there. Forgive me for saying it, but you are a strikingly handsome man. You remind me of one of my professors. My professor and I are very close. Very." He was smiling the special smile at me from the seat across from me. This compartment was narrower than the one on the train had been coming here. Our knees were touching. He used his to spread my thighs a bit. One of his hands dropped to his crotch. All of these were signs I well recognized.

"Excuse me, but I don't actually have a ticket for the train—and I don't have the money for the fare. Perhaps—"

"I am happy to cover the cost," I answered, "in exchange for the companionship."

"I feel that this is going to be a very interesting trip," he said.

I readily agreed with him. His eyes were on my crotch. They had gone large as he realization of how big I was built.

I was crouched over him in his seat, with the carriage rocking gently back and forth in its movement on the tracks, helping to set the rhythm of the fuck. His bare knees were hooked on my hips, his trousers and underdrawers puddled on the floor between the seats, and his hands were cupping my buttocks, as, under my black cape covering our bodies, I fucked him. At first, he was panting hard and moaning deeply, fighting to accommodate my expanding cock, but once my fangs had sliced into his throat, he slowly quieted down and his channel went soft and slack, yielding to my thickening and lengthening. The slight sucking noise of my cock working inside him coincided with the sound of me gently feeding at his throat. He was sighing in the deep pleasure I was bringing him.

I had just set into coordinating the rhythm of the suck and fuck when the door to the corridor, which I was sure I had locked, slid open and there, standing in the doorway was . . . Varick.

"I believe it will be a very interesting trip indeed," he said, as he entered the compartment, slid the door closed behind him, and shot home the lock again. "May I join you two? My name is Ludwig—now—Baron von Richthoven. I met Alfred here on the platform. He said he would lay under you and me on the trip to Heidelberg for twenty marks apiece. I see you have settled in ahead of me. No problem. Use him gently. I will be the finisher."

He turned and looked at me. But of course I was speechless. His smile showed that he had distended his fangs.

"But first perhaps we should talk about the burning of my hunting lodge."

He settled in behind and on top of me, gently coaxed my head over to the side, and sank his fangs into my throat. I felt him push my cape up my back and, with a sigh of resignation, I raised my pelvis to accord his cock entry into my channel.