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Alexander Book 01

By: bzarajic



Chapter 1

She made a small audible moan, arched her back and put her right hand onto his chest and mouthed the word please. He looked down at her smiled and withdrew himself so she could roll onto her stomach and when she was ready he re-entered her. She moaned and moved her hand towards her clitoris and began to stroke it with her fingers. He felt the walls of her vagina tighten around his cock so he removed himself slightly, gave her a gentle smack on the left buttock so she would release her grip, and then he began to enter her hard and rhythmically. She began to bounce her hips backwards and forwards to impact with his movement. He took his weight on this left arm and moved his right underneath her. He found her clitoris and began to rub it, along with her finger, she moaned louder. He could feel her tensing and knew she would come soon. He waited till she had come and then rode her harder till he came. Spent she relaxed and put her head into the pillow. 

He removed himself from her body and immediately went to the bathroom. He looked at his face in the mirror and washed his hands in the hand basin before stepping into the shower. He ran the main jet and placed his hands flat against the wall and allowed the warm water to cascade down his lean and muscular body. He felt the condom drop from his cock. One condom today she had wanted to start with oral sex and he had obliged her with his tongue and hands for 55 minutes. 

He reached for the soap and pumped a large amount into his hand and began to clean his body. Working top down and paying particular attention to his cock. He picked up the condom and placed it in the hygienic waste bin, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. His towels were there ready and he dried his body with the bath sheet and used the smaller towel for his hair. He dropped them on the floor and walked back into the bedroom.

She had put on her robe and was lying back against some pillows smoking a Sobranie Black Russian cocktail cigarette. She smiled as he entered and offered him a drag of her cigarette he declined. This was a man who commanded a look, admiration, from men as well as women, when he entered a room whether, dressed or not. He had elegance and grace that she supposed could only come from his confidence, ego, and perhaps good breeding. Every time she heard that song about Jagger she thought of him. He had a passing body resemblance to the singer but less tattoos. He returned her smile with a wink he knew she had been watching him. 

She loved to watch him put his clothes on almost, but not quite, as much as she loved him taking them off. She especially liked to see the rose gold snake tattoo on his left buttock that she would stroke when they were having sex. Except it wasn't a tattoo more 3D like a brand mark. Like the three chain link mark, same rose gold colour, under his right arm. He put on his white jersey boxers, which clung, well to his muscular bottom and accentuated his package, which she was very friendly with. He quickly put on his trousers and began to put on his slim fitting white shirt. He buttoned it, up to, three from the top and the tucked the tails it into his trousers. He turned around to sit on the chair where his clothes had been placed and put on his socks and shoes. She stood up went towards the window and moved the curtain slightly. 

"I am away next week and will not be here Tuesday. I wondered if I could reschedule"

She knew he would only have Thursday, his spare day, free at such short notice. He was removing her from his appointments list on his phone already. He sighed.

"Ok Thursday but it will have to be earlier than normal at 6.30" he answered in that French accent.

"You will leave at 9 that is too early. We will need to meet in my apartment in the city and I hate you leaving before 12. So if we can make it 9 then 3 hours"

"No Camille. I will leave at 9"

She looked out of the window and waved to the driver in the waiting car below.

He put on his jacket, retrieved the watch from his pocket and left the bedroom. Just outside the door he fixed the catch on his Breitling watch and walked along the corridor leading through the open plan living area towards the front entrance. She had an obsession with 18th Century French painters and he paused only briefly by the door to admire the new Louis-Philippe Bretagne she had purchased last week. One look at the 1720 date and he knew it was a fake. He opened the glass front door and stepped out into the drive. The taxi was waiting and he got in.

"It is a little cold tonight Alex? You should have bought your coat"

"How are you Ron? Family Ok?"

"Yes it has been a good week for me. Olivia is having her piano recital Friday. We took your advice and went for the white outfit she looks adorable. You hadn't forgotten you said you would come."

"Of course its is built into my day. Bayfield Dramatic Arts and Music Academy 2.45 for 3pm start"

They continued to chat old friends now. Every evening Ron and his black Mercedes would be outside ready to take Alex to and from his appointments and this had been going on now for 2 years. The journeys with Ron were always a highlight for Alex. As they drew up outside Alex's apartment block Ron extended his offer, as he did ever night, for Alex to join him and his family for a meal. Alex as always thanked him and said no. This time Alex changed Camille's Tuesday appointment telling Ron that it would be Thursday at Camille's apartment for 6.30 and pick up at 9. He said he would call him with the new details for Tuesday night tomorrow. They parted company both heading to the warmth of home. 

Alex took the elevator to the top floor, which housed only one apartment a perk of owning the building. He opened the door, by remote, as it opened the lights came on. He took off his jacket and placed it on the leather sofa in front of him. He walked to the bar and poured himself a drink of vodka and went to the fridge to add the ice and the A positive to create the Bloody Mary. He walked towards the window and watched the hustle of the city, in the distance, as he sipped his supper. Glass empty and no longer hungry he walked to his own bedroom. 

It was an elegant and luxurious room. He had huge French baton bed with sumptuous cream Egyptian cotton sheets, 6 plump pillows and a cream silk duvet. A black faux-fur throw completed the look. The walls were lined with cream silk wallpaper and oil paintings hung at various points. He took of his clothes placing the shirt and underwear into the laundry basket and hung his Armani suit trousers in the wardrobe. He placed his watch on the nightstand. He walked to his own bathroom. He wanted to check that the scratch marks on his back from Camille's ring had begun to heal. They had fully.

He looked in the mirror at himself. The face that looked back at him had been doing so for over 300 years but remained forever 27. The hair was still shiny and the colour of dark bitter chocolate but in the current short spikey style not the long flowing locks he once had. He had a handsome face with slightly turned down brown eyes, eyelashes far too long and curled for a man. He had a proud Roman nose, good high cheekbones, again probably wasted on a man, and plump damask pink lips with a well-defined cupids bow. He had the fashionable designer stubble. A fashion that came and went a least three or four times a century along with goatee. He brushed his teeth still staring at himself in the mirror. 

He put on some white jersey shorts and returned to the living area. It was only then that he removed the manila envelope that Camille had placed in the left inside pocket of his jacket while he was showering. He opened it and took out the money. He checked it $7,500 and a $1,000 bonus. He knew he deserved that. 50 minutes of oral sex and he had to wear the condom of her choice not his. He looked at his schedule. Camille had intruded on one of his days off. Thursdays were for him to enjoy not for business. But Camille was a regular and he could fill her regular spot easily from those on his waiting list. He wondered if he could fit two women into Camille's usual 2 and? hours.



Chapter 2

Prostitution would not seem the natural choice of profession for a vampire. Essentially there were a few rules. He worked alone, his clientele wealthy ladies, never men, who appreciated his discretion, gentleness as well as the pleasure he brought them. Clients passed his details and reported feedback on his professionalism to their circle of friends. He would arrive and depart by car. During the day he arrived and departed by a dark windowed limousine at night by Ron's Mercedes. Because people would notice he did not age he stayed in a location for a maximum of 5 years and returned a minimum of 30 years later. But in a city like LA you could stay 10 years with the population changes, Botox and plastic surgery people didn't watch so closely. Of course he would change his name on every move never going back to a previous one. He always returned to the same home in each location he knew to keep hold of real estate and the value of local knowledge. 

He maintained his body it was after all the precision tool of his trade. Even vampires could put on weight so a healthy mix of yoga, Tai Chi, quality A positive and Kendo kept him in perfect condition. No weight training muscles were needed but not to the extent you looked like the Incredible Hunk. He knew his clientele liked lean, chiselled, muscular men with the emphasis on lean and he kept pace with fashion. He was always impeccably dressed, designer and tailored never cheap of the peg and the look had to perfectly match his client's wishes. If she liked him in suits then it would be suits if she liked a more casual look then so be it. She was after all paying him and paying him $5,000 an hour, except Camille who paid $3,000 because she had introduced him to so many ladies.

As a vampire he could have sex pretty much any time he wanted. He had control of his cock and could become aroused just by thinking about it and could last as long or as often as required. He could climax pretty much on demand again just by thinking of it. So his working day could span 24 hours but he did like to sleep for at least 4 hours a day. However he choose to work around 10 hours a day. He had few objections; no sadomasochism, no males, no vampires, no strong violence, no underage sex, no animals, toys only if asked first and no voyeurs unless it was a spare during a threesome, outside of that he would consider any reasonable request. He was versed in the Karma Sutra and other literature connected to his work. He worked 4 days a week but could work 7 if he ever wanted but he never wanted to. Thursday he used to train but he would work it sometimes and his clients knew this. He practised safe sex, though he knew of no disease that could kill him but he recognised it was important for his clients and used featherlike condoms to ensure they still felt everything. Aids test were required again for clients who would ask for proof. Easily done the doctor who supplied his A positive also did his HIV test.

He would always ensure he drank 30 minutes before his first appointment of the day. Everyone needed breakfast. He never had food with a client; it was a business deal not a social event so no suspicion aroused in that area but he could eat food. He would always have with him a small bottle of A positive blood because clients always offered him a drink before they began their business, usually to relax them, and they liked him to join them. It also allowed him a top up if the previous appointment had been strenuous. So he drank Bloody Mary and brought his own 'tomato juice'. No prostitution as a profession suited Alex. 

His moment of reflection was interrupted by the sound of the intercom. He walked toward the door, pressed the receive/talk button and answered the call.

"Good morning Edward can I help you?"

"Mr Bovary sorry to disturb you at this hour of the morning. I have a gentleman here he wants to come up to see you. His name is Klaus D Java a rack."

"Klaus Djavarak". His sire. He paused for a moment. "Edward please advice Mr Djavarak that I have just returned from a very busy day and that as the hour is late I wish to retire. Tell him I will be very happy to see him tomorrow. That I would love to catch up with him over breakfast so if he returns at 8 am I will be more than happy to see him. Oh and Edward make sure you put the main bolt on the entrance door when he leaves "

"Will do Mr Bovary. Have a great night sir"

Chapter 3

Klaus. He had not heard the name since the 1890's when he was last in Paris. What did he want? Alex always remembered his turning as if it were yesterday. This unwelcome visit jolted him to remember every details of his life with Klaus.

Alex had met Klaus in August 1705. The Spanish War of Succession was raging in Europe as it had been since 1701, and would until 1714, and Klaus always followed a war. War meant battle and troops and easy access to fresh blood. Fresh blood that didn't require a kill and which no one every missed. No one queried how soldiers died in battle and he was putting them down out of the misery of an agonising death from a sabre blade or festering musket ball.

Alex was the third son of the Duc d'Bretagne and his wife Cristobel a distant cousin of Louis XIV, then King of France. His older brother Louis would inherit the family title and fortune and was busy playing the role of playboy in Paris or molesting young maids at home or whores and barmaids in taverns. His brother Philippe, the second son, was currently engaged to a cousin of France's then Queen Maria Theresa and well on his way to securing his fortune. Alexander, at 20, was fated to follow a profession either by joining the church or the army. His recent exploits with the chambermaids, under tutorage of his brothers, and the discovery of his father's illegitimate son Gregoire, two years younger than Alex, saved him from the church. So it was the army. His father had bought Alex a commission as Captain in a unit under the command of Louis Joseph, Duke of Vendome. Alex had arrived to join his unit in Italy on 12th August, after weeks of travel, and the Battle of Cassano was already being planned for a few days time.

He had met Klaus in a tavern on his first night in camp. Klaus claimed to be a young, handsome Hungarian nobleman fleeing from Hapsburg Prussia where his family had been wrongly accused of crimes against the state. He had made himself a regular part of Vendome's brother Philippe's party over the last 6 months and had travelled with them as they moved from battle to battle or meal to meal in his case. 

He immediately took an interest in Alex particularly his body. They spoke about Paris and drank lots of wine. Every night Klaus would find some reason to be in the company of Philippe's new young officer and to touch him. Alex was flattered by the interest but also worried about its nature. It was not natural for a man to observe, or touch another man in such detail.

The battle, designed to subdue Victor Amadeus and his new Austrian allies, took place on the 16th August and Alex found himself not at the side of The Duke of Vendome but with his brother Philippe at the Adda River. The battle was hard and Philippe allowed himself to be surprised by Prince Eugene of Savoy. The line was fiercely attacked. Many soldiers died and Alex though he fought hard and well found his abdomen impaled and twisted by the sword of an Austrian officer. The battle continued around him, it seemed in slow motion, and men fell near and on him. After the battle the local people came to claim whatever they could from the dead and dying. 

Alex was nearing death. He had lain in his own blood for hours when he saw the peasant approach. Alex knew as he was not yet dead, the peasant would probably slit his throat and run off with his sword, gold family seal ring, gold, jacket and boots. He had long since lost any sensation of pain, and cold, so knew his ordeal was about to end naturally so the peasant may forgo the throat cutting. As the peasant approached Alex noticed that he was turning the heads of the fallen, looking at faces as if looking for someone. He would occasionally bend his head down towards the soldier obviously to slit their throats. He did not seem to rummage through pockets and took no valuables. Perhaps he was a priest saying the last rites. He came towards Alex and when he saw the peasants face Alex realised it was a face he knew but could not remember where from. The figure spoke to him and picked him up and began to run towards a coach that Alex saw clearly in the distance. Once inside Alex felt warm liquid being poured into his mouth and then he lost consciousness. 

Alex saw a montage of flashes of light, blurred faces, felt liquid poured in his mouth and this seemed to be coming more often. Eventually he opened his eyes and they stayed open. He was vaguely aware of his surroundings this was not the inside of a coach or the battlefield and it certainly wasn't heaven or was it. There were fine tapestries on the wall and he was lying on a large four-poster bed covered with furs and other bedding. He tried to get up but there was pain in his abdomen and head. A hand reached for him and the figure spoke.

"You must lay still the stitches may burst. Here have some more broth it will help and I will call my master" Alex made out the face of a man holding a vessel of liquid which he lifted to Alex's mouth and motioned that he should drink. He then left the room.

The next time Alex was awake things were different he felt less tired and on movement found he could sit up with ease. He was bandaged around the abdomen but there was no real pain. Sitting in a chair facing the window was ...Klaus.

"Oh you are finally awake. Welcome to my home."

"Klaus... it was you. You found me on the battlefield?"

"Yes. I was looking for you when they returned Major Montray said he had seen you fall. I went to find you. I knew I could help you. We will talk later for the moment I must leave you. My servants will attend to you"

With that he turned and left the room. As he left Alex was sure he bolted the door from outside. 

Alex gingerly got up from his bed and managed to move around the room using furniture to aid him. He was weak, his legs didn't seem to want to do as he asked and there was some pain from his abdomen. He eventually reached the door and it was indeed locked. He banged on the door and shouted for assistance but no one came. He turned toward the window and a shutter covered it now he was sure it had been open. He went to the window and the shutters were locked. He returned to the bed and eventually fell a sleep. He dreamed people entered the room, poured a strange tasting liquid of varying consistency in his mouth and left. 

There was light then darkness and again when he fully awoke Klaus was again in the room. This time Alex noticed his bandaged had been removed, there seemed no sign of a wound or a scar. It was odd he knew he had been severely wounded

"You are awake good a month is long enough to recover from such a wound. No more sleeping you need to move around"

"I don't understand? How can this be my wound healed? I thank you sir, I don't know how you have done this but I am sure my family will provide you with many tributes of their appreciation"

"No your family think you dead. I made sure a body, similar to yours was provided and buried as you at Cassano. It was easy you had only been in camp for a few days your face was not known."

"I don't understand"

"Oh it is simple you belong to me now. I come from a very long line of natural vampires. You are now my property to do with as I wish. I see that you look scared and you think you misunderstood what I said. I will explain. I am a natural vampire I was born a vampire. My family many centuries no a lie a millennium ago discovered that if they took human females, impregnated them and then feed them on their blood the offspring were born vampires. They discovered their children grew and aged as normal and that if they were then 'turned' by their father the ravages of aging stopped. I choose to stay at 25 years of age. I walk in daylight though it strains my eyes a little these days as it would you, I fear no crosses, garlic, the Holy Bible is just a book and Holy water does nothing, it tastes odd, and I can see my face in a looking glass. I drink blood, when required, but can manage a little food to pass as human, love alcohol, which has no effect and drugs that do. Stakes do not kill me, fire doesn't hurt me, it annoys me, but if I lose my head I confess I die. That should answer many of your questions. You."


Alexander Book 01



Alex while Klaus had been speaking noticed the door was open and was able to stand without rousing suspicion, he assumed because he moved towards the wall in fear. He decided to make an escape. Before he reached the door Klaus was there and had shut the door and the bolts were closed from outside. He was now trapped with this monster.

" I am fast, can read your thoughts and do not like to be interrupted" at this point he picked Alex up and threw him across the room and he felt the pain as his back impacted with the wall. "You are not a vampire. My blood has been used to stop you dying and heal your wounds. You owe me your life and your body. You will be human as before but improved in some ways healing being the obvious one. You will need my blood, daily, to stop your wounds re-appearing. Eventually if you serve me well you may be made into a vampire with all the attributes I possess. If you misbehave you will be punished". He was quickly upon Alex who felt the force of his hand hit his face but then no more.

Chapter 4

When Alex awoke he found his surroundings were as before but he found himself striped naked and his arms and legs tied to the posts of the bed. He was gagged. There were five people in the room. He recognised Klaus immediately and one the servant who was writing had been there during his treatment. There were two well-dressed woman who on seeing him awake pointed, smiled and turned towards Klaus. The other person a man walked towards the bed and grabbed Alex's chin and began to rotate his head as if inspecting him. He then moved his hands towards Alex's naked chest and began to feel his body. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to stroke Alex's thigh and moved his right hand towards his cock. Alex began to struggle against the manacles tying him to the bed and most importantly the man's touch but found he had little movement and could not prevent the man's actions. This was not natural or respectable. A man did not do such things to another man especially a well-connected nobleman's son.

Klaus moved towards them and smiled. He bent down towards the ear of the man who held a tight grip on Alex's cock and simply said.

"You can have him first. I will prepare him for you and when you return he is yours for the agreed sum of money for the night. To do with as you will. You will enjoy him"

"Klaus it would be my greatest pleasure to break him in for you though you should present him. I will tell your man servant of my requirements, my toys and do not compel or use opiate on him the struggle I believe will be of so much pleasure." With that he leant forward and ran his tongue from Alex's navel to his neck, kissed his cheek and then stood up and left the room.

The women now approached and sat either side of the bed again he felt them run their hands over his body and move his head from side to side. One looked at Klaus and he nodded his approval. She moved back on the bed a little and ran her hands over his groin, inner thigh and cock. She stood up and then moved her head down and began to lick him. She held his cock in her hands and began to lick the tip of it. He felt it like a sharp pain. She liked his reaction and she placed his cock in her mouth. He could feel her tongue moving around and he felt the unwanted pleasure as she began to move her mouth up and down his shaft. He had had this experience with the maids. She then moved her right hand towards his nipple and began to squeeze and pull. He felt his body convulse to her touch. She continued to work and he felt as if his cock would explode and it did. He came. His seed in her mouth seemed to please her as she licked her lips. He then noticed her eyes were different sort of blazing red. She approached Klaus. She spoke "We will have him together I think. We will want him often and for a whole night. We agree to the price and will provide your servant Marcus with our requirements. This will be fun"

They too left and Klaus approached the bed. He smiled and sat next to Alex. He lent over and removed the gag. He ran his finger over Alex's lips and he kissed them as Alex struggled against him.

"The gag is to stop you talking when I am with clients. It is not necessary at other times, as no one would hear your screams or care if they did. It will be left off but if you bite anyone you will have it returned. I knew as soon as I saw you my clients would love you. You are handsome you have a young, lean and yet muscular body. You have the look of a dark haired Adonis. My servant Marcus" he pointed to the servant who had been writing "will prepare you for your appointment with Jacques. You will do as Marcus says or he will, with my permission, punish you. For now you should rest. You will need your strength. Marcus will return later and bathe and groom you."

Alex felt a heavy hit; he didn't see coming, and then nothing.

Chapter 5

When he awoke Alex found he was still naked but standing up sort of. His arms were above his head and shackled to a bar that was hanging from the ceiling. His legs were separated and also tied to shackles on the floor. This was not the room he had been kept in. This was a dungeon. There were torches around the walls and it was cold. He tried to move but the shackles allowed him little movement and cut into him as he tried. He called for someone to help him escape but no one came. He rattled the chains of the manacles again looking for freedom.

Behind him he heard a door creak open. In came the servant he knew now as Marcus. He was carrying a tray of items, which he put on the table Alex now saw some distance in front of him. Alex begged him to help him leave this place. Marcus approached him and forced open his mouth and poured liquid in it. He tried not to swallow but Marcus held shut his mouth till he did. Marcus returned to the table and came back with a bottle of oil, which he preceded to rub onto Alex's body. Alex could do nothing to stop, but protested loudly, even when he rubbed the oil onto his cock. The door opened and the man from the other day who Klaus had called Jacques entered. 

Marcus immediately left shutting the door behind him and a bolt was drawn outside the door, locking them in. Alex knew he had no way of escaping. Jacques walked around him as if inspecting a prize hunting kill. Alex demanded Jacques to release him. He touched Alex's buttocks and returned to the front. As he faced Alex he put his hands onto Alex's cock and then Jacques dropped to his knees. As soon as he was there he put Alex's cock in his mouth and pushed his arms between Alex's thighs and gripped his buttocks. He was roughly drawing his mouth backwards and forwards along Alex's cock. It hurt and Alex cried out and begged him to stop. It made no difference Jacques's continued. Alex felt his cock in the warmth of Jacques's throat. It was warmer and warmer and he realised he had come into Jacques's mouth. Jacques did not stop and the slight pleasure Alex felt at climax became pain again he demanded Jacques to stop. This was wrong his brothers had taught him all he knew of sex, granted very little, and with a man this was wrong. He moved to try and free himself from Jacques's grip. It stopped him but at a cost. He stood up and slapped Alex hard across the face causing his lip to bleed.

"I have paid for you. You will do whatever I want. If you resist then I will punish you"

"I am not to be bought and paid for sir' Alex spat at him "I am a Alexander d'Bretagne. My father is the Duc d'Bretagne and I have been brought and kept here against my will. If you help me escape and return me to my family my father will pay you handsomely"

Jacques's turned towards the table he wasn't listening but Alex continued to demand his aid. He held something that he placed around his back as he walked around where Alex was tied. He took a step back and raised his arm as he did he flicked his wrist and the whip he held was revealed and it contacted with Alex's back several times Then his buttocks several times. Alex cried out with the pain. He felt further hits on his back. 

"I will kill, as will my father, for what you have done to me. You will not be allowed to get away with this. You are a gentleman and this is not the behaviour of a gentleman. No sir my father he will have you flogged!"

Then, from behind him, something a ball of some kind was placed in his mouth and tied at the back of his head. Jacques whipped him again much harder on the buttocks. Alex could not fight the whip, cry out or defend himself in any way. Jacques's dropped the whip on the floor and faced Alex pulling his head up, by his hair, from his chest where it had fallen during the abuse and he licked him. 

"I do not care who you are you are nothing but a whore to me. You will never speak to me again. I know you are a held against your will and I love it."

Jacques again resumed the oral sex. This happened five or six times each time rougher and rougher and between assault Jacques would whip Alex and find what he called a toy. They were not the normal toys children played with. Each involved some sexual assault on Alex's body. 

The first toy was a silver object a long cylinder or ring, which opened, was placed on to his cock and shut. Jacques began to play with Alex's cock and when it was fully aroused the silver object, bit into his cock and stopped the arousal from ending. Alex's cock remained hard and erect. This remained in place during the rest of the assaults. 

The next toy was a long baton rounded at both ends. It was made of wood, highly polished and oiled. Alex could only bite on the ball and feel the tears run down his cheeks. Pray to his God and wonder what pain this instrument was designed for or what pain it would cause. Jacques's walked behind him, pushed Alex's torso forward a little and forced the instrument into his anus. The pain made his body quiver and this seemed to make Jacques very happy. He began to lick Alex's back, buttocks and where the object was. The oral sex assault began again. Jacques returned to the rod in Alex's anus and began to move this in and out of him. The pain. Again the licking of his back and then a further oral assault. 

A further toy was produced. This was a cord, which was placed around Alex's neck and tightened. The cord began to throttle him and he felt his body relax and Jacques continued to orally assault him until a gentle knock came at the door. At this point Jacques stopped.

Marcus entered the room. He temporarily removed the gag from Alex's mouth and the strange liquid was poured into his mouth, Alex took the liquid without question or fight and the pain, in his entire body, slowly began to ease. The gag was replaced and Marcus walked behind him. 

There was the sound of a table being moved and Alex felt it touch his buttocks and a sound of a chains moving and Alex fell forward as the bar above him lowered. His feet were freed from the leg shackles. Two men, who had followed Marcus into the room, held him and they placed him on his back on the table. His arms still attached to the bar were pulled above his head and tightly towards the end of the table. His legs were separated. Bent at the knees and his feet and ankles shackled to the table. The rod was still in his anus the ring still around his cock. Marcus again brought in a jug of oil and rubbed the oil over his body. He tried to move and struggle but his feet would not move. Marcus put his hand on Alex's chest as if to say stop it is a waste of time. Jacques noted this and quickly yanked the cord still tied around his neck to remind him who was in control. It hurt and he let out an inaudible moan. Marcus left and Alex wondered what else could be afflicted on him. 

Jacques's had been removing his own clothes, as Alex was made ready for him. He now stood at the side of the table naked. Alex did not need to wonder what this meant for long. Jacques's immediately jumped without effort on the table he went on to his knee's his legs either side of Alex's chest. The gag was removed and he felt Jacques force part of his hand into his mouth, which made him feel sick, and then he replaced it with his cock. Now with his cock firmly in Alex's mouth he was moving up and down. Alex could not breathe and began to gag. He struggled against this object that was chaffing inside his mouth, it was disgusting, disrespectful and had not be encouraged or requested. Alex felt the fluid from Jacques cock in his mouth that then it slipped down his throat. This horror began again almost immediately the cock went deeper into his throat and in a blur he felt his mouth close. Jacques withdrew immediately and began to hit Alex hard across his face so hard it cut open his lip wider and made his nose bleed. The gag was returned to Alex's mouth. The cuts in his mouth ached from the gag.

Jacques returned to performing oral sex on Alex's erect cock and removing and ramming the rod back into Alex's anus for what seemed an age. He then pulled Alex's bottom towards the end of the table and removed the rod, grabbed Alex's buttocks and replaced the rod with his cock. He could feel Jacques cock inside of him and the backward and forward movements began at first slow then hard and quicker. He could feel Jacques's balls hitting him. The pain was worse than the rod and he felt as if the skin inside of his rectum was being pulled from his body. Jacques's placed his hands, transferred his weight, on to Alex's chest and he felt a rib break. He found it harder still to breathe; the pain in his rectum was unbearable. Jacques's was able to come and then began again immediately. He moved his hand towards Alex's groin and began to play with the silver object around his cock pulling it and twisting it to cause Alex even more pain. Alex knew he had come again but Jacques's did not stop. 

He then began to play with the pubic hair above Alex's still erect cock. He left Alex's anus and moved to the side of the table fell forward and took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. Alex felt a sharp prick in it. Jacques's finished and as he stepped away he saw Jacques cock covered in blood, which he assumed rightly was from tears in his anus. The rod was replaced and Jacques's put one hand on Alex's cock and moved it up and down while his other hand twisted the rod inside him and then pushed it in and pulled it out. There eventually came a knock on the door the ordeal stopped. Marcus and Klaus entered. Jacques's was now dressing and he thanked Klaus then left. 

Klaus approached Alex and ran his hand up his thigh and towards his groin and cock. The toys were still there and Klaus decided he would have the same pleasure. He also took Alex into his mouth and ran his tongue over his cock and then seemed to bite it. He reared up with blood on his lips. Laughed and left. 

Two other servants joined Marcus and they began to remove the toys and shackles. Alex felt pain throughout his body. His anus, inside his rectum and cock felt on fire. Again he was given liquid to drink and again he drank it and blacked out.

Chapter 6

Alex awoke in a bed. As he sat up he realised he was naked still and his left arm was shackled to the post of the bed. Marcus came in and opened the shutters. A plate of bread and some cold meat were placed on the bed no knife or utensils. Alex felt no pain the injuries had healed. A glass of red liquid sat on a table next to the bed. He ate and drank. 

Klaus entered the room.

"Good morning. I hope you enjoyed your nap and your breakfast. Your friend last night reported he enjoyed himself and will be seeing you regularly for a painful evening. However he did tell me that you spoke to him you will not speak to my clients or you will be permanently gagged. Luckily Jacques found your pleading amusing. Today my whore you will entertain the two ladies. Marcus has the arrangements in order. You will be provided with clothes. My clients are bloodsucking vampires so any attempt to escape and they will prevent you, hurt you, though not kill you. This is your cell you will remain here at all times until you are needed in another cell of the client's choice. Your shackle will be removed and Marcus can provide you with whatever you need to paint. You are a painter I have found out. Your family miss you very much. Your mother particularly feels your loss and weeps still in her bed"

So he had been to see his parents. "You bastard" he shouted and rushed towards Klaus but the shackle pulled him back. Klaus laughed and left the room. He was a prisoner and now a sex slave. He wept. Marcus returned removed the shackle and took him through a door to an adjoining room. He was stood in the middle of the room and servants poured and threw warmed water over his body and Marcus rubbed in scents. He was then dressed and led back into his room. 

When they left Alex lay on the bed and wept again eventually falling asleep. Marcus awoke him. He was escorted out of his room along a corridor and into another room. The two ladies awaited him. Marcus left but two other servants remained. Marcus returned with a tray of items and these were placed on a table then left again. The toys had arrived again.

The ladies approached him smiling and touching him as they circled around him like vultures. Marcus returned to the room and placed food and drink on the same table as the toys. The two servants left with him and the door was closed and bolted behind them. 

They wasted no time removing his clothes and one of them poured oil from one of the flasks on the table over his chest and they watched as it trickled down his body. Over his taught body, across his muscles, down his thighs and groin area. They moaned. At least they were happy. 

The first a blonde women kissed him. Her tongue moved around his mouth. Her hand reached for his cock. She held it tight and the other a brunette pressed against his back touching his buttocks. They stopped. They began to remove their clothes once naked they pulled him forward further into the room. One sat on a soft chair with fur placed on it. She put her legs over the arms of the chair and the other pushed him down on to his knees. His head was pushed into, the blonde twins, pubic hair. He knew what she wanted the chambermaids, and his brothers, had taught him that. He put his tongue on her clitoris and began to move it. She enjoyed this and coaxed him to do more. He moved his hands up and began to use his fingers to enter and explore her vagina. While his tongue searched her clitoris. She enjoyed this and he became more bold and added fingers to his tongue movements. Alex kept thinking if they enjoy this they might help me escape.

The brunette twin dragged him by his hair from her sister turned him round fully, placed her foot on the left arm of the chair and forced his face into her clitoris and he began to work her as he had her sister. The blonde twin pulled his left arm and shoulder round towards her, as far as it would go, and she placed his hand in her crotch. He began to use his fingers to both rub her clitoris and enter her vagina. He was now sandwiched between them. The brunette dropped her head a little and kissed her sister. They separated abruptly. Alex found himself alone. They began to kiss each other passionately. Alex looked around the room but no escape route.

They separated and walked towards the table and beckoned him to join them. They drank what he assumed was blood from glasses and watched him eat. He ate the meats, bread and fruits and drank the strange wine that they kept passing him. The blonde stood up and began perusing the toy tray. The brunette stood up and joined her and then beckoned for Alex to stand. He knew he had no other option but to do as asked. 

The blonde held the silver object Jacques had used on him. The brunette held up a silver collar that she placed around his neck. It tied up at the back of his neck and kept his chin up. Two chains hung from the centre of the collar with barbs on the end. The blonde meanwhile had placed the other object on to his cock and was arousing him by licking the end of his cock. Once erect she stopped. They all knew he would remain hard and erect until this was removed. Before he had time to think the barbs attached to the chains on the collar had been pushed into the flesh of his nipples he screamed with the pain. They took him under his armpits and seemed to glide quickly to the bed at one end of the room which he was dropped onto.




Alexander Book 01



He was now lying on his back on the bed. The brunette quickly sprang onto the bed legs either side of his neck. She thrust her pubic area into his face and he began with his tongue to massage her clitoris. The blonde returned to the table and brought something he could not clearly see back with her. She then sprang on the bed and fell heavily onto his erect cock. His cock was inside her and she was moving up and down. She had reached behind her, between his legs and she began to rub the area between his balls towards his anus. This made him jerk upwards further into her. 

The brunette pulled his arms outwards from his side to shoulder height placed her knees on them and lifted her-self up. His arms were then thrust above his head and she was tying his arms to the posts. She began to kiss him very roughly her tongue down his throat. She got off and retrieved the item her sister had brought over. First he was unsure what it was then he saw it was a leather hood. She placed a ball shape encompassed in the hood into his mouth. The hood went over his head and tied up with leather straps. There were no eye slits but holes near his mouth and nose so he could breathe. His legs were being tied to posts. He could move but his struggle resulted in pain. One of them had pulled on the barb chains in his nipples to stop him. 

The twins both began to run their hands over his body starting at his ankles. One on each side they moved towards his cock and each took turns to suck his cock into their mouths. Alex felt the pleasure but with great guilt. He could not help himself. He came but remained hard because of the silver around his shaft. One of them had climbed onto him and was now straddled across him. His cock was within her and she moved herself up and down on him. A door opened someone unknown to him was in the room. He felt someone sit on his chest then move. He felt weight on his face and movement. It pressed the ball into his mouth more. What he did not know was that the hood had a hard phallic the other side in same position as the ball in his mouth. The blonde was moving her body up and down this object. In effect both were having sex on him. 

The nipple chain was pulled and he reacted by thrusting his body upwards. The twins swapped places. As they did another pair of hands touched his ankles and moved upwards towards his groin. A wet object, a tongue touched his skin and licked the area between his cock and anus. The same object now seemed to lick him more vigorously at his anus. Then he felt something hard, big and cold being forced into his anus. The hands massage his thighs. The girls swapped again the other hands went. This time the blonde faced her sister so Alex felt legs at the side of his head. She leaned forward using his chest to place her hands to steady herself. Her sister did the same with his stomach. They met and they kissed eventually grabbing each other's faces. The object in his rectum became cold and was forced further into him by the hands that had put it into his anus. Alex could not move. He could breathe barely. He felt crushed now as the girls swapped places again and again. 

It stopped. He heard laughter and he was alone the object was removed from his anus. Before he could adjust or move. Hands were on him again massaging his cock and then fingers in his anus. The hood was removed from his head but a ball gag placed into his mouth. He could not move or bring up his head because of the collar around his neck. They laughed. 

The blond on top of him now rode his cock and occasionally pulled the chains to his nipples. This always made him thrust upwards to her pleasure. Tiring of his cock she got up and allowed her sister to ride him while she kissed her passionately and sucked her breasts.

The door opened and all play ceased. The sisters had had their money's worth. They dressed and left. Alex was left for a while alone and then Marcus came to him. With two others he untied Alex, removed all the toys and led him to a room where he was washed, dressed given food and the red liquid but none of them ever spoke to him or made eye contact. He was walked back to his room and laid on the bed. Where he willing collapsed and slept exhausted.

Chapter 7

Alex's life continued in much the same way. Each night he met a client who did with him what they wanted. A pattern developed. Sometimes, rarely, Alex was not required to perform. He heard the sounds as others partied but he was left alone. He had learnt, from a maid who washed him, that others performed as he did but they were not humans, vampires not captives in fact they were willing participants in the acts. They were allowed, restricted by daylight, to come and go as they pleased. Only he was a slave

On these days his paints were bought to his room, the window shutters left opened and he was left alone. Food was provided four times a day. During these rare times he was able to confirm what he already suspected that winter had arrived. In his room a fire was lit every day. His clothes became thicker, the bedding changed to furs and the walls were lined with heavy tapestries. Alex knew he could not stay in this place or with the situation he had to escape, die trying or take his own life. He began to theorise a plan.

He watched from the window and saw during the day there seemed few people around but when he opened, the unlocked, window he saw immediately that armed guards appeared from everywhere. No escape during daylight. But the window was wide enough for him to escape through.

At night there was lots of noise. The shutter to the window was locked. During one night he was alone he inspected the lock. It was a square shaped hole in a piece of circular metal. The key had to be a piece of simple wood or metal with the correct sh shaped tip which when turned opened the lock. He would have to either steal it but it would be noticed or make his own version but how? It came to him one day when he was painting. A brush. He could fashion a key from one of the thicker brushes wooden handle. He was watched more closely since he had opened the window but as a young boy his brother Philippe had taught him some tricks using sleight of hand. He took two brushes in his hand and walked towards the shutter and held up one brush as if measuring something on the distant horizon. As he turned back towards his canvas he let the other brush fall into his jacket sleeve. At the end of the day his painting equipment was removed. He hid the brush in the folds of material in the dusty canopy above his bed. 

After a few days it was obvious that no one had missed the brush. Returning from a particularly violent performance where he had tried to act as a willing party to the act. He asked Marcus if he could have some painting knives for his new picture to paint small distant trees. Marcus, speaking freely for the first time, said he would ask the master. 

The next day was a rare rest day for him. Marcus came with all the normal equipment and with a small box that contained many small blades and knives that could be used for painting. Marcus said the master had agreed as he had begun to behave correctly. A servant watched him again. He went through the content of the box and carefully selected blades to paint with and a blade small enough to hid but robust enough to work the wood of the brush handle. Once selected it was easy to hid it amongst the others and simply drop it into his pocket. 

When able he worked at night on fashioning the key and when he had it perfectly he opened the shutter lock, re-locked it and hid the key and blade back in his hiding place. 

Time went slowly while he waited for the right time to escape. Winter seemed to pass to spring, as the fire was not lit so often his clothes became a little thinner and the extra tapestries removed. Eventually the furs were removed from his bed. He allowed more time until changes in the running of him made him believe it might be summer

He continued to be allowed to paint as he finished each painting he would sign and date them. He had been using the name Louis-Philippe Bretagne. He hoped that someone might see his painting and knowing his family query the signature. He marked each with the year 1705. Until one day he asked the servant watching him for the date. He replied 18th July 1706. Alex had been 21 for four months. He had to escape and soon.

Chapter 8

A few days later he got his chance. The house was in movement all day. Wagons arrived with food, wine, bread, meat and musicians in fact everything required for a party. Alex feared it would mean a performance of some severity. However this was not the case. Marcus arrived with his painting equipment. He told Alex the master would be having a party for the workers of the house and fields. Party, lots of noise a perfect backdrop for his escape. His meal came as usual and the painting equipment removed and the window shutters were locked. 

He waited and the party began there was music, sounds of laughter and eventually no one seemed to be heard entering the house from his side. He quickly got his key and dressed in dark clothes, so he would blend with the night and the peasants he might meet. He also had a small bottle of the red liquid that was left for him to drink during each night. He opened the shutters and window. It was a large wide opening window. He moved a stool to the window and climbed out. He had observed on the only day he opened the window that there was a ledge just a few feet below his window, which stretched along the wall of the house. He easily made it onto the ledge.

As he walked around he watched and no guards appeared. There were no further windows along the wall. He reached the end of the ledge in view but the ledge went around the other side of the house. He was able to see in the moonlight that the drop to the floor was not as high as he thought and that there was a forest on this side of the house. He took a chance and jumped. He landed well with no injury and made off into the forest. He ran as fast as he could. He had no idea where he was, what country he was in? How far was it to the road? Or a friendly village not owned by Klaus? He did not care and just moved on. 

The moon faded and the sun came up. He was tired but could not stop his freedom depending on it. The forest opened into a small clearing. He saw a river the other side of the clearing. This could be the Adda. When he reached the river he stopped to drink and look around him. Ahead were worked fields. To the right the clearing continued. To his left there was a forest and beyond that mountains. Alex knew the Adda rose in the Alps. The mountains he knew well enough as the Alps and France, if this was Italy, would be over the horizon. Home he said to himself. He had seen them many times before on family holidays so he headed towards them. Walking through the woods in front of them he slowed he was tired. He took the bottle of red liquid from his pocket. If he was right this would give him energy because it was he believed wine mixed with Klaus's blood. He drank a little of it. All of it he was sure would make him tired. He was right he felt awake and strong. He put the bottle in his pocket and moved on. His pace was quicker the liquid had done something to him. He ran on throughout the day and night returned. He knew that he would have been missed by now and surely he would be being tracked. He knew he was many miles away from the house and closer to the mountains. To aid him he stopped occasionally and took more red liquid. 

The forest ended at the foot of the mountains he had seen. A small road wound its way up the mountain. This was what he wanted a mountain pass. Nothing seemed to be on the road in either direction. So he began to walk up the mountain road. Night turned to day but he carried on with his escape with the aid of the red liquid he did not tire or need rest. He made it to the top of the mountain and the road meandered down the other side and he saw in the distance a village was this a French village. He walked on. He was free. 

Eventually he reached the village. He saw it consisted of a tavern, a few houses, a brothel, stables, blacksmith and a bakery. Daylight was coming shortly, maybe 4 hours away, so he looked for somewhere to sleep to conserve what little red liquid he had. He found a hidden area in the loft of the stables covered him-self with straw and slept. 

Chapter 9

When he awoke it was indeed morning. Mid morning people were bustling around in the village. He watched from his hiding place. He saw men arrive on horses and recognised the uniforms they wore. He had seen them briefly when he opened the window of his prison that day they worked for Klaus. They looked around the village and came into the stable but he remained undetected. He would have to move on. They rode off and he remained concealed until evening. He took the last of the red liquid, discarded the bottle and left his hiding place. He walked around the back of the buildings in case anyone saw him. As he walked around the back of the brothel he noticed a table covered with food and drink. No one was there and he guessed it was a hospitality area for clients. He approached carefully as he did he noticed a door into the brothel was open. No one was there. He approached the table and quickly took bread, meat and apples and gulped down some wine. He would need food now he had run out of red liquid.

He heard voices and walked on quickly. The voices were French. Was he in France or were these soldiers billeted in Italy or deserters working for Klaus. He stopped some distance away and watched. Should he approach them, explain who he was and what had happened to him? Or simply continue on towards his home. He decided on the later and walked on out of the village. 

By the middle of the next day he realised the liquid had worn off. He had to stop and rest and eat but made good progress. He wondered if Klaus was correct would his wounds re-appear he did not believe they would. Day became night and no wounds but he had to find shelter in bushes and sleep. He woke in the early hours of the morning and began his walk. He heard the sounds of a coach and horses coming towards him. He covered his face and looked towards the ground. He did not recognise the coach. It passed him and did not stop. He was relieved and as he smiled he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, which began to hurt like hell. He had not heard it but a musket ball had hit him. He moved on without looking back then he heard the sound of the second musket ball and again it hit him in the back. He stumbled forward and fell to the floor. A highwayman? He was to die killed by a robber having escaped the hell of Klaus. 

But he was wrong. He heard feet running as people approached him. To his horror he heard a familiar voice. Klaus. He had found him. Alex prayed for death because he knew Klaus could heal him if he wished and then punish him. He was turned over and held down while Klaus forced a heavy red liquid into his mouth. He gaged to try and force the liquid out of his body but instead felt the pain of a knife being rammed into his chest. He was lifted, gagged, his hands tied behind his back and a hood placed on his head. He was thrown into something and he heard the sound of a lid closing. He was in a box. The liquid worked he blacked out.

Chapter 10

He woke to the movement of what he assumed was the coach on the road how long he had been in the box he did not know. He could see nothing. There was noise muffled voices but he could not make out the words or language. He unfortunately was not dead and felt very well. What horror awaited him now he did not know. He slept and woke several times and still he was in the same place. He was not fed or given the red liquid but he did not feel hungry. He slept.

He felt as if the box was being lifted and after a short while dropped. One side picked up and then drag upwards, perhaps stairs, from the scrapping along the bottom. He was obviously being taken back to his room. Dropped again he waited. There was noise about him footsteps, dragging of furniture. Eventually all stopped. The lid was taken up and he was dragged from the box and thrown to the ground. As he tried to stand a foot was placed on his back and he was forced to the floor. 

His hands were untied. The jacket he wore was being removed. The foot moved for the jacket to be taken off completely and then the foot returned to his back. His shirt was literally torn from his body. He was picked up and held up under his armpits. His breeches and boots were taken off. He was naked. He was pushed forward till he hit an object. His head was turned towards the right and he felt something hard against his hooded cheek. His hands were taken up to shoulder height and tied to the object. His legs were separated and tied at the ankle to whatever the object was. The hood was removed and the material gag replaced with a ball gag. 

His eyes adjusted to the light. This was not his room or a room he had been in before. He saw his right hand was tied to a long piece of wood. His face was against wood. He felt a cord being placed around his neck and tied. He felt cord being placed around his waist securing him closely to the wooden object. He could see the walls they were covered in tapestries so this was not a dungeon. He noticed that the object was slightly slanted and was close to a wall. Clearly it was propped up against the wall. He suddenly realised he had seen this before. It was a whipping table. His father owned one and had used it to whip servants. His brother Louis used it to tie maids down so he could rape them.

He heard a door open behind him. "He is ready master. I will get the necessary items I will need and return. Here is your whip". Marcus.

The door opened and closed. Marcus had obviously left the room. Klaus approached he heard his footsteps. He heard swoosh and felt the impact of the whip on his back. His buttocks, his body, his buttocks and then his body the pattern continued for a long time. Alex tried to occupy his mind from the pain by keeping count. He stopped at 67. He did not hear Marcus return but was aware of his presence when he had his gag moved down and liquid was forced into his mouth. A pause oil or liquid was poured on to his back and then the whipping began. This went on and on for an age. Alex knew he was not healing and he felt nauseous. It stopped because Alex blacked out and Marcus protested that to go further would kill him. Klaus threw the whip away.

Marcus had reminded Klaus that the musket balls would remain in Alex's back when his skin healed. Marcus was unsure if vampire blood, though powerful and able to heal wounds and softer internal areas inside the human body, he was unsure it healed bones or fought infections. A musket ball was a serious issue an encourager of infection. Marcus using the medical skills he had felt within the open wounds created by the whip for the two musket balls. He found both but he was right there was infection. He applied the paste he had made from Klaus's blood and herbs



Chapter 11

Marcus entered the room. Alex was still asleep. It had been six hours all injuries were healed and no signs of the infection Marcus had found. Thankfully the master wished to punish and not kill his favourite toy. No one knew how Alex had escaped and thankfully no one was punished or killed as a result of his foolishness. It had been easy to find him. Klaus knew he could only go so far. 

Rodrigo had smelt Alex at the village just inside the French border. Klaus merely took out the coach and smelt for Alex's scent the smell of his blood. 

This house was different to the villa in Italy. It stood in the Carpathians with only one way in or out. Alex's room had no windows the master had insisted. The walls were clad in tapestries and fur it would be cold soon. There was a table and chair, the whipping table and the bed. It was a four-poster with no canopy and it was placed almost in the middle of the room. The bed was very good, very soft and would normally be full of pillows, covers and winter furs. 




Alexander Book 02



Chapter 1

Alex laid in bed his left arm resting across his chest his index finger tracing the shape of the chain link brand on his right side something he only did when he was tense. As he did he kept flashing back to the moment it was put there. The branding iron covered in molten rose gold and the faces of Janus and Klaus as they used it on his skin. He still felt the vivid memory of the excruciating pain as if it had just happened. It had changed since it was put there in 1711. Modern technology had meant what used to literally be a chunk of rose gold stuck to his skin had been reduced to a small lip and made more pliable. It now looked like a 3-D gold tattoo. It no longer gave him any physical pain just painful memories.

He looked at the clock 3.15 he needed to sleep but Klaus's sudden visit made him nervous. Why had he turned up now? When had he last seen him when he was turned in 1711; it was nearly 300 years later. No there was a brief distant glimpse of him at Verdun in March 1916. That's right Klaus getting a free meal from the nearly dead French soldiers. What could he possibly want?

He had to sleep he had clients today even a vampire could get puffy eyes. His looks, his body and face were the tools of his trade. Wednesday was a quiet day designed to slow him down for his day off on Thursday but this week he was having a long weekend no work until Monday. He sighed got up and went to the bathroom. He went straight for the bathroom cabinet and moved a couple of bottles aside and found the herbal sleeping draft he was looking for. He took a good swig of it returned it to the cabinet and went back to the bedroom. 

He made a point of lying of the left side of the bed, scrunching up the pillows so he had them beside him to hug and so he could bury his head in them. He awoke when the alarm went off and without opening his eyes shouted, "Alarm off!" He raised himself on to his elbows looked sleepily at the time 6.30 already. He sighed deeply, lay back for a minute and ran his fingers through his bed hair, got out of bed and thought about his day. Klaus at 8 am then Amarante Donovan 12.30 till 4.30, the new lady Rachel Mc. Mc something, he forgot he would have to look that up, 5.30 till 7.00 then Lola Mane 7.30 till 9.00 then home. 

First he got the laundry bag from the bathroom that contained yesterday's shirts, socks and pants. Being brought up in a French aristocratic family with over 90 indoor servants he had learnt nothing about chores and he had decided long ago he didn't, like or want to learn so the washing went out, when in LA, to Stanton Laundry Services. Alex had been using them on and off since they opened in 1901 but obviously they didn't know that. A good example of location knowledge being invaluable probably the best laundry service in LA. He got the Armani suit from the bedroom wardrobe he wore to Camille's put it in a suit bag and hung it by the door so he wouldn't forget to send it with the other laundry. Stanton dry-cleaned and pressed designer suits properly. 

He went to the bathroom and took of his shorts damned now he had to walk back into the bedroom, open the laundry bag, toss them in, tie it up again and come back. Sleeping naked, as he normally did, was so much easier.

He got into the shower moved the jets around and then adding the big shower-head to the mix he turned the hot water on. He let the water hit him for a few minutes then he reached for the French vanilla shower gel. He always washed his body and hair in this stuff the smell was amazing and it always reminded him of his mother. Finished he turned everything off. Pushing his wet hair off his face he reached for a towel dried his face, rubbed his hair dry and finished his body before throwing the towel in with the other laundry.

As he left the bathroom he turned left and entered the main dressing room to choose his clothes. Amarante liked him in whatever he wore but she had sent him a black milky knit long sleeved top last week. He banned gifts from clients but Amarante wasn't his normal type of client so she was forgiven. He got that from the drawer, it was still packaged, and put it on the island behind him. He thought for a moment then decided to wear the hipster jersey bottoms with the white stripes down the legs. He then got out his boots he could tuck the bottoms into them. All his boots and shoes were boxed with a picture of them attached and each had a one black pair and of colour coordinating pair silk knit socks in them ready to wear. 

Next Rachel M had asked for a professional business suit. He went to the racks that contained his suits. Every suit in a suit bag with a picture and details of the suit stuck to them all in colour order. The charcoal grey Tom Ford he got that out and placed that on the island. Next a shirt the new white Vivien Westwood, he got last week, and a pale plain grey silk tie. Lola she would love the top Amarante bought but she would need smarter trousers the black Voi skinny cords. Shoes well he could use the same for Rachel and Lola classic black Oxford Brogues the staple of any mans wardrobe. He got the shoes everything was now sorted. 

He went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth, floss and mouthwash. He carried toothpaste, mouthwash, floss, deodorant, cologne and breath mints with him in his top up bag that he carried with him all day. He checked his face did he need to shave no just a quick shape up with the mini razor. Hair had to be okay for everyone a little gel to shape it. He had cut his long hair in the late 80's, the 1880s, and had followed fashion since only skipping the long 1970s permed-poodle look. He had to have two hair salons far away from each other because his hair grew quicker than humans. He had it cut every three weeks but each salon had a standard 6-week appointment. 

He went back to the dressing room and got some black CK's from his underwear drawer and put a pair on. He then put on the top Amarante bought wow it was really soft and tight the buttons at the neck designed to be open. Then the jersey pants. He looked at himself from all angles, 360°, in the full-length mirrors. Amarante had taste his top felt like a second skin and his reflected image told him he looked hot. The top barely met the low hung pants. He sat down on the chair put on his socks and the black boots tucking the pant legs into them. Happy he went to a draw and removed a black ceramic watch. Done and it was 7.15. 45 minutes to spare time to sort out breakfast.

He took the bags of clothes and shoes he had sorted for his later appointments and took them to the bedroom door and put them with the other things he needed to take with him. He got his top-up bag, a briefcase and checked the contents were there especially the condoms and added blood vials from the fridge.

Chapter 2

He went into the living area. The apartment was vast and only the bedroom suite had been separated out. The living area consisted of an area for sitting, a formal dining area; a mid room open fire, a reading and computer area and kitchen and breakfast bar. There was a small balcony area outside with a few planters and a table and 2 chairs. No sun lounger but there was a wicker day bed. Vampires didn't really sunbathe even if, like him, they could walk in daylight. The sun warmed him but never changed the colour of his skin and sometimes the UV rays did cause small blisters and a hunger for blood. The apartment had floor to ceiling self-cleaning grey windows across most of the back wall that let in good natural light but kept out preying eyes. The walls of the apartment were filled with pictures an eclectic mix of modern art, photography and some Bretagne paintings.

The kitchen had all the usual appliances, sinks and preparation areas. There was a boiling water tap, which was handy for making instant coffee, a food fridge and a large drink fridge. The blood was kept in there and it looked like dark tomato juice. If humans came there was some real juice in the same style bottles but vampires didn't real entertain humans. Alex liked A positive blood but there was O positive for guest no sharing of the A positive.

Coffee well he loved the smell of it, more than anything, and did drink strong latte. He always ate breakfast he loved croissants and pain au chocolat from the bakery in the street below they reminded him of the ones served at his parent's chateau when he was a child. So he had enough in case Klaus did want to do the breakfast thing. He would be eating either way. He got out a bottle of A positive and drank it down. The coffee was coming through the machine at last. He looked at his phone on the counter and wondered if he should call. No he would leave it and wait till later after he knew what Klaus wanted.

Klaus would be late he knew that to make sure he had upset or unnerved Alex and enjoy a little payback. It was working Alex was unnerved. But Alex was wrong at 7.50 the intercom rang. Alex answered it.

"Good morning Mr Bovary I have a gentleman here who says he has an appointment with you at 8 for breakfast a Mr J-var-ak?"

"Yes, Daniel" the concierges had changed shifts at 6 "Mr Djavarak does have an appointment. I will open the elevator lock and the doors from here. You can send him up"

"Thank you sir. Have a good day"

The elevator could always come to the top floor but if you didn't have the remote or know the pin code you couldn't get out. Alex could open both the elevator and apartment door from where he was. What should he do? How do you greet the monster that took away your innocence and 7 years of your life? He could smell Klaus before he entered the room. Bloodsuckers smelt of decay but natural vampires had no smell normally but Klaus did today for some reason. Klaus tapped on the open door and Alex called him in and walked towards him to greet him. 

He saw before him a different Klaus and the smell made some sense. This one looked older maybe 60 not 25. He had silvering hair. The smell was ageing. He walked with a slight limp and wore clothes that should have been put away in 1959. Klaus was looking about the apartment and seemed a little edgy.

"He's not here. Marcus is away at a medical conference and won't be back till tonight but I guess you knew that or you wouldn't be here"

Klaus nodded "You are right I checked. Though he is going by the name Dr Mark Hamilton and people can change their plans at the last minute. So you're using the name Alex Bovary apt if you choose it from Madame Bovary. A good choice for a whore" 

"So do you want breakfast? Or do you want to carry on insulting me? Or do you want to get straight to the point?" Alex stood hands on hips.

"I deserve your attitude Alex. I did wrong by you. I should not have taken you but I can't change the past ours has already been written but I can influence the future. I do admit that I am curious why you have become a high class prostitute after all you experienced but I respect you will not tell me."

"Why? I am not ashamed of what I do. I am good at it. You taught me virtually everything I know about sex in all its guises. I wanted to earn money. Need a lot to live through eternity. You should know that. I like having sex with wealthy women who pay me pots to do something so easy so basic. Does that answer your question?"

"And it quells the sexual addiction?" Klaus added.

Alex glared but didn't comment, he didn't need too, and gestured for Klaus to sit at the table, where he had put the food, plates, and cutlery, coffee and O positive blood. Klaus sat and took a plate, a pain au chocolat and poured some O positive into a glass. He ate a little. Alex took a coffee, a croissant and a pain au chocolat and waited to see when Klaus would bring himself to the point of his visit. It didn't take too long.

"I have come to put my affairs in order. I am, as you politely did not say, not the vampire I once was. I am ageing, dying; or should I say I am choosing to die. I have spent the last 300 years indulging my vices taking every drug I could, alcohol, fucking every type of person in every way and taking my food from lowlifes. The lowlifes have done for me most had TB, syphilis, hepatitis C, HIV, Aids or all of them and more. My blood has been tainted by them and destroyed by another. A closer person." Alex noted Klaus sigh, "I was wrong there is a combination of diseases that can kill though it doesn't seem to affect bloodsuckers death obviously makes them immune. You and Marcus don't have the problem you are both clean living and upright citizens" Alex raised an eyebrow and Klaus stopped to cough and produced a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his mouth "I am returning to my sole surviving home in Prussia" 

Alex felt his heartbeat faster, because his heart did still beat occasionally, that was the house where he had been branded and turned he flashed back to the memory of that night. His brands felt new again and Alex's body twitched at the thought. Klaus noted the discomfort.

"I have a few servants left. The maid Sophie and her husband Dirk you may remember her she sewed your wounds." Again Alex flashed back. "It is the house where so many atrocities occurred beside yours. I was born there as were my brothers Alexei, Frederick, Raimondi and Marcus himself. It is also where I killed Raimondi and enslaved Marcus. It should go to Marcus, as he is the last of us. My brothers have all chosen to end their lives at some point or other. Eternity is a long time to see people you love die or to face alone because you are a monster." Klaus looked at Alex who was looking down at his coffee cup "I will leave the house and some monies to Sophie but the rest of my estate I want to leave to you. I think of all the humans I have mistreated you were the one I loved, but also hated the most, because I knew I could never own you. I tried to do so. I thought in time you would love me. Well you didn't. I have lately been known as Klaus Tremont and my estate and will use those names. Here are the documents my solicitors in Vienna have drawn up" he took them from inside his jacket and placed them in front of Alex "they are all in the name Alexander Bovary and you will I know have all the papers to prove who you are."

Alex didn't know what to say this was not what he expected. Presently he pushed his plate of food aside, half eaten, and opened the envelope that contained the documents. He saw and scan read the will. He didn't want this.

"I can't take this Klaus I have never found it in me to forgive and forget and I never will. Marcus has not either and he is your heir this is all his"

"I know and I don't expect anything to change after today you will never see me again. But please I want to give you everything I own. Not to put too fine a point on it this is the money I amassed through your hell and years of interest. I can't change what I did but allow me to give something to you. I can't, and won't, ask for your forgiveness, or say I am sorry. It would be pointless. I am not here to buy your forgiveness with this. If you don't want it give it away but please let me try to make my peace with my demons. I relive that night everyday. I am off to the airport now and tonight at midnight your time Dirk will remove my head, place me in a coffin and bury me on top of the creature who condemned me ... Janus." That name hit Alex like a sledgehammer.

Klaus rambled on more about his happier times in Spain but eventually stopped talking. He stood up turned and before Alex could do anything he had gone. Alex sat stunned and he felt his heart racing and his mind overloading.

Chapter 3

Alex was a nervous wreck and he had clients so he had to pull himself together. He tried to call Marcus, several times, but his phone went to voice mail. Alex needed to calm down and his thoughts went to drugs and an old friend laudanum. They had some somewhere he knew but then he simply turned and picked up a glass and threw it at the wall in frustration. Shards of glass went everywhere some even hitting Alex's face. 

He paced backwards and forwards he couldn't take drugs he rationalised he had work. So he looked at the fridge blood Marcus's blood. He went and drank the remaining six bottles straight down. The rush helped and he was able to sit down, collect himself and presently Daniel called to tell him Eric was here with his car. This interruption finally brought Alex to his senses. He asked for Eric to come up and help him down with the laundry and suits etc. The car would be fine for a few minutes. Alex looked around the room, ran his fingers through his hair and down to his shoulders and sighed. He felt a little fucked up.

Work was his focus now and he knew it would do more for him than any drugs. They put the things in the car, Alex owned this car and Eric was his driver. They went to Amarante's house in the hills. Amarante was old money she had inherited two fortunes her families and her husbands. She had been born in Toulouse to wealthy French parents who moved to America after the Second World War. She lived in a very old style Art Deco home too dated, too vast and too expensive for today's LA rich but she had something no money could buy... class. She and Alex shared that je ne sais quoi quality. 

The car drew up and Alex got out. Eric would go off do the laundry drop then return and have lunch with Amarante's staff. He would also bring in Alex's clothes for his next appointment as Alex always changed into them at Amarante's

Amelia answered the door " Hello Mr Bovary she is in the studio preparing for you. Have you eaten? Of course you haven't I will bring you both nibbles and a double vodka" That was Amelia's speech, word perfect, every time he came.

Alex knew his way to the studio through the large rose garden. Amarante was a photographer, painter and sculptor. She was now 73 years old and she did not have Alex for sex. Though she knew he was a prostitute. No she had him for four hours every other Wednesday to model for her artistic projects. Her current project was creating images from Greek mythology. She was setting her paints and checking the light when Alex arrived. She greeted him with an air kiss.

"Darling Alex you look divine I knew that top was you. Twirl for me" she watched as he did "Gorgeous. So how are you today?"

"I am fine Amarante. You?"

"Oh just wonderful. Ah here comes Amelia with our vodka and the caviar and toast"

Amelia brought the tray of refreshments in and placed them on a table close to them. Alex took the vodka but did not put any blood into it. He was still pumped up on the bottles of blood he had swallowed earlier to calm his nerves. He helped himself to the caviar he still loved the taste even though modern caviar was often blended but this was good, pure, Russian Beluga caviar the best.

"So a new painting today. I saw Zeus at Effort Arts. Looked very good and sold well, over estimate, I am told so congratulations my sweet"

"Well I think it is your body Alex rather than my talent that sells the pictures. They have a deep, mysterious and erotic quality that comes from within you. My models before you lacked that quality. Perhaps it comes from being French. But I appreciate your kind words. I thought our new endeavour should be Ares God of War. I see him naked but for sandals, greaves and arm armour, with a sword, wearing a gold helmet, covering his nose with a large plumb of feathers and with a shield. I would place you slightly to one side so we can see the muscles of the legs, the Gluteus Maximus and those amazing abdominals and pyramidalis muscles and your cock of course and as it is Ares perhaps darling an erect cock. I see your head tilted slightly upwards a masculine powerful image but with that hint of you"

"Ares sounds good to me I will undress and where do you want me to stand"

"Well the backdrop is over there. I have Ares standing with a low horizon line, with the remnants of a battle way in the background and one partial tree where he rests his shield" 




Alexander Book 02



Alex looked at the backdrop, she had sketched, and before undressing did a few sample posses for Amarante. Then when she was happy he undressed and she brought in the outfit the arm armour and greaves were beaten bronze with gold details, a golden helmet, which would cover most of his face to keep his anonymity something Amarante and he agreed on. There was a nosepiece and his eyes and mouth would be seen. The shield was heavy so he was glad it was being rested against the tree. It was round shaped and the edges were banded gold but the main part of the shield was bronze. 

She repositioned him a little, decided he should have the sword point dragging on the ground behind him, so the muscles in his arm could be seen and with blood dripping from it, and then when happy she began to sketch the picture. Alex provided her with an erection he used his hands to fake the arousal. Amarante was always quiet when she drew her basic shape but then she spoke. They had had many conversations on France and his life, or what he choose to tell her of it, and of painting.

"Alex when did you stop painting and why? I have been impressed at the sketches you have helped me with. Surely you could do that rather than what you do?"

"Pose naked for you or do you mean the prostitution?"

"Alex! I am a lady. Though when I look at you standing there naked I can see why you are in such demand. Lysippus himself could have sculpted you. But you did paint? I am sure you mentioned it once"

"Yes. I stopped many years ago now"

"Why did you stop?"

"I painted my last picture of my family it ended a bad chapter in my life. I wanted to walk away from it all put it behind me. It reminded me of a period where painting was not really a pleasure but a necessity for my sanity"

"Oh very old words from such a beautiful young man. I see Camille Fordham bought another Bretagne a late one 1720. Hadn't seen any post 1715. Seemed a happy sort of piece not like his dark sadistic ones of the 1706-07 periods. I mention it because I know she is one of your clients and wondered if you chance you had seen it more close up"
"Amarante I can't confirm or deny that she is a client but I have seen that picture I think it's a suspect item. Your right Bretagne doesn't seem to have painted after 1715. The brush strokes seem a little off as if someone had watched him or they had finished an old incomplete one. It's a fake" Alex obviously knew it was a fake as he was the painter Bretagne.

"My thought exactly half the picture seems his the other someone else's and the subject matter seems split one side darker than the other and the figures in differing outfits. But as no one really knows anything about him I guess we will never know"

"Very true but it would be a shame if someone is faking his stuff to line their pockets"

"True. It's one of those mysteries you know there is and was a noble d'Bretagne family in Paris at that time but no one can connect the name to the family. It's a combination of family names but not a family member to their knowledge. Shame I would love to have known what made him paint the way he did. The paintings have such emotion, such sadness and are so dark" Alex knew full well why.

He loved working with Amarante she talked of France, art and books and he knew centuries of information. The four hours passed with such pleasure, and not because he had to keep up the pretence of a normal mans cock, so had an excuse to masturbate, which today was a pleasure and a release. He felt guilty being paid but Amarante would take the painting and easily make $180,000. She could sketch and put in her skin colours and light in one sitting. The week between Alex's visits she painted her background and so could finish a painting in 2 weeks. As ever when the time was coming to an end Amelia rang a bell she was not allowed to come to the studio. Amarante wanted to avoid Amelia seeing Alex naked. Alex would then use one of Amarante's many rooms, close by, to freshen up and dress for his next client.

Amarante saw him off and had a good look at him. She walked forward to kiss him "She's a very lucky girl if I were even 10 years younger I might pay you for more than modelling" and with that she passed him her envelope filled with $20,000.

"Amarante you are never too old for me. It would be a pleasure to perform for you and it would be free"

"Perhaps we will see my dearest" and she kissed his cheek.

He got in the car and Eric drove off. As they drove Alex checked his appointments on his phone for Rachel's surname McCray and quickly looked himself over as best he could for last minute adjustments. He tried to contact Marcus again but it went straight to voicemail.



Chapter 4

Eric drove up outside a smart but small hotel called Belen. It was a new hip and trendy boutique type hotel, whatever that meant, to him it looked like an office building very concrete, glass, metal and clinical. 

He checked his watch 5.15 he was early but this was a new client. He again had a quick check of his clothes, hair and took a breath mint. He left the car, taking a briefcase that his top-up bags, and next set of clothes, were now in with him and Eric left his shift complete. 

He entered the hotel the breath mint dissolved and he went to the front desk. The receptionist met his eyes, and then checked him up and down, and she asked him if she could help him. Perhaps she could when she got off work he thought but instead answered.

"Mr Alexander Bovary I am here to meet Rachel McCray"

"Yes she is already here and she is in conference suite 112. So that's first floor turn left as you leave the elevator last door on the right"

A conference suite, a first, he usually met clients in places where there was a bed. It tended to be useful. He reached the door at 5.20 knocked and a woman opened the door. She was a red head maybe 45; married there was a wedding ring and a diamond rock engagement ring. It didn't bother him most of his clients were married. She was dressed in a black Gucci dress, last years that stopped just below the knee, no stockings she had tanned legs and Louboutin heels. She had an average looking face not beautiful now but probably was 20 years ago. 

"Rachel McCray?" she nodded "I'm Alexander Bovary we are due to meet now"

"Yes of course come in" 

She moved aside so he could enter the room and she looked to see if anyone was in the corridor then shut and locked the door. It looked like she had been working in the room. There was a Mac Book still open on the table, assorted papers, and her Louboutin handbag sat next to a Vuitton briefcase. She was nervous, Alex knew, this was her first time with a prostitute without even invading her thoughts.

"Would you like a drink or some food I could order something?" she asked.

"No food but I will have a drink with you a vodka"

She ordered two vodkas from room service and she sat down. She sighed.

"I am sorry this is the first time. I have never done anything like this and I am not sure what I have to do? Or if I can...you must think me a fool. Why did I hire a prostitute then decide I was nervous...I'm a stupid fool"

"No everyone is tense first time. As to what to do whatever you are happy with nothing if that's what you want. I can drink my vodka leave and no charge or I can stay and we can work together in this"

She blushed and the drink order arrived. She gave him his vodka and he reached into his pocket and poured the 'tomato juice' in. He would need the Bloody Mary. She looked at him as they all did first time. "Sorry I like Bloody Mary and this is a special juice I mix from herbs and tomatoes I have allergies to some of the additives they use" His standard, well rehearsed, cover story.

She was a bit more relaxed and she sat down again. "I have been here today working and I didn't know if I booked a bedroom or you did. I didn't want to assume anything about what would happen. Stupid! I hired a prostitute so its obvious what will happen" she scolded herself, " Sorry. I should explain my husband died 2 years ago and I have been building our business up again and I don't want a complicated relationship and Camille suggested you. I thought it sounded good but it's a strange situation. I can't believe I have hired a prostitute"

Alex finished his drink, stood and he took off his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair he had been sitting on. He looked around the room. One window with strip blinds, closed because of the sun, there was a door to what he assumed would be an executive bathroom. No bed obviously but the carpet looked clean and soft and there was the conference table. He sat back down kicked his shoes off and took off his socks.

"That's fine. You would pick the place normally and this is fine. Beds always make things easier but are not essential and we can work with what we have" he smiled.

He stood and pulled his chair closer to hers and sat down. She was nursing her empty glass so he took it from her; she flushed with nerves, giggled and put her hands into her lap and held the hem of her dress. He needed to take his time. Her thoughts were racing, he heard them jumbled together, she was nervous as hell.

"Why don't you tell me about your day just snippets" he suggested to distract her thoughts from the prostitute label. 

She started to talk he didn't listen he started by undoing and removing his tie then unbuttoning some of the buttons on his shirt so his flesh showed. She started to pay attention to him and moved her hands to the arms of her chair. He moved his hands to touch her knees and she shook. He pushed his hands under her dress and up her thigh not too far. He then leant forward and kissed her. She returned the kiss. So things were going well she liked him especially his accent. Her thoughts betrayed her. 

He stood up and took off his shirt, revealing his chest, and reached for her hands and pulled her to standing position and then he kissed her again. He put his hands around her face and she brought her hands up to his back. She responded well. So he moved his hands to her shoulders and he reached around towards the zipper of her dress.

Suddenly she pulled away "I can't do this I am sorry"

"It's ok your nervous but its ok we go at your pace. I can slow down if that's what you want or stop and leave" He knew she didn't want him to leave.

She looked at him he smiled and then she moved forward put her hands on his chest and leaned in to kiss him so he responded. She let her hands move around his body into a full embrace and they kissed more. Kissing relaxed her and she enjoyed it. As they did he moved his hands to the zipper again and gently without her knowing undid it and as it opened he put one hand inside, onto her back and continued kissing her. She didn't pull away so he knew the green light was on. He pulled back from her and pulled her dress forward and allowed it to slip down her body.

She wore a bra slip combination in black underneath. He unbuttoned his trousers, unzipped the fly and took them off revealing his CKs, the full extent of his muscles, and then he held her again. Her heart was racing; her skin was hot, damp and flushed. He began to kiss her shoulders and neck and walked behind her to kiss her back as he did he put his hands forward to cup her breasts. He was kissing her and also looking for how the bra part of the slip opened. He fondled her breasts and kissed her neck and he felt her relax even more her thoughts on his lips. So he pushed himself closer into her so she could feel all of him especially his cock. She moaned a little she wanted him. So he moved his hands and undid the bra closure and pulled it down just a little and he placed his hands back onto her naked breasts. She allowed him to do it even placing her left hand on his right hand. So he turned her around to face him and pulled the slip down to reveal the matching black thong. She was thinking about sex what he would be like? How he would feel inside her?.

He kissed her breasts and as he did placed his right hand under the strap leading to the back of the thong and began to massage her buttock. She relaxed completely, her thoughts on his cock, and so he moved down bent his knees and kissed the fabric of the thong covering her pubic area and while he did that gently pulled the back of the thong down. He pulled the thong down to her ankles then took off her heels and the thong. She had a Brazilian. So he followed the hairline from pubic bone down the outside of the slit leading to her clit. She looked down at him and began to pull his hair gently so he parted her legs and put his right hand into her now wet area and let his left hand touch her hip, travelling down towards her buttock. 

He very carefully positioned his fingers, she was wet so basically ready, but it was too early the clock had just hit 6 he was booked till 7 and he never cheated a client. So he put his thumb to rub the hood of her clitoris and next two fingers to press against her just below it and the other fingers to enter her. She moved up a little, on to her toes, and her hand went down to try and stop him but he grabbed it with his left hand and began to move the fingers inside her to find her G spot. It wasn't too hard. She tensed her vaginal walls, gasped, so he knew he had it first time. He was kissing the pubic hair. She relaxed her hand so he let it go and he put his left hand so it moved her forward further into his other hand. 

He stood up and took off his CKs then he picked her up and sat her on the edge of the conference table. He kissed her and she kissed him back and put her arms around his neck. He released himself spread open her legs and pulling her slightly forward to balance on the edge of the table he knelt down and put his tongue into her. Her hands went straight to his hair and she flexed her buttocks to move her hips forward a little further pushing her wetness into his mouth. She had a mix of thoughts of him and flashes of another man he assumed her husband doing the same thing. It helped him to see what she wanted what she would enjoy.

He put his left hand up on her pubic hair and his right hand joined his tongue. She moved lay back on the table so he followed her and he began to kiss her body while pleasuring her with his fingers. She was now stretched out, arms out fingers running over the table. He left her for a minute and reached into his jackets inside pocket and took out the condoms. Some dropped to the floor but he held onto one. He looked at her his cock was erect and he put the condom onto it and then returned to her. 

At first he merely inserted the tip of his cock to tease her a little and to see her reaction. It was good so he lifted her legs bent her knees and pushed her further onto the table. He got on and pushed his cock a little further in. She looked up at him and touched his chest, sighed and licked her lower lip so he pushed the full length of his cock into her. She moaned he could see his body in her thoughts but the other man's face. He and Alex were very similar facially. 

He pulled his knees up to give himself more stability and he started a gentle rhythm. He took his weight on his right hand and used his left hand to massage her clitoris while he sped up. She tried to raise her top to try and kiss him but he moved up more and buried his cock deeper into her.

She moved her head back she would come soon and he wanted to make sure he didn't climax at the same time. So when she came and wanted him to stop, or so she thought, he moved forward pinning her hands gently to the table and he rode her hard and fast and then after a few minutes he let himself come and adjusted his position to his elbows and kissed her body. He stayed there, inside her, for a few minutes. He let her feel his erection come down. She liked that no one had done that to her before stayed inside her.

He kissed her breasts still inside her and he felt her muscles move as waves around his cock he had done his job, she had come again, so he moved himself inside her a few times then got off her. 6.45. She stayed where she was for a minute and he went into the bathroom to remove the condom, flush it, and to make sure there was a shower and towels. There were two small towels one each. He called her into the bathroom he was already in the shower under the water and she joined him. He pumped out the shower gel, provided by the hotel, and washed her body and especially between her legs and then he washed himself. They kissed and then both left the shower and dried themselves.

He opened the brief case he brought in with him. He put clean CKs on picked up the packets of condoms that had dropped and took the folded VoiI skinny cords and Amarante's top out of the briefcase. He sprayed his body with cologne and was dressing as Rachel entered the room. She began dressing and then reached for her handbag and removed her matching purse. She turned to the table and counted out the money $7,500. He played with his hair putting his hands through it to put it back to its original position. He bundled the CKs, suit, shirt and tie, he had worn when he arrived, in the briefcase. Took a breath mint, mouthwash and a disposable tooth brush into the bathroom and cleaned his teeth and gargled a little. 

He returned to the room sat down put his socks and shoes on and looked at her. She thanked him and passed him the money and asked if she could see him again at a hotel that had a bed. They both laughed. He said yes and told her to send him a text with some dates and he would let her know. He left ran to the elevator and then out into Ron's Mercedes, which was ready waiting for him and onto Lola. He still had his thoughts on Klaus.

Chapter 5

He got to Lola's on time. It was about six blocks from Belen to her apartment block hence he had been able to fit them both in.

He knocked on her door and Lola opened it and beckoned him in. Lola was as always ready to go. She had a red silk robe on which he could see was covering black undergarments. She had the vodka ready and held the glass out for him. He took it and from his trouser pocket removed his juice bottle. Lola was a little more interested in being in control than most clients. She looked him over.

"Honey they should fine you for looking that good. Did you paint that shirt on? And those trousers?"

Alex laughed "Hi Lola how are you today." He sat down on the couch and put his now empty glass on the side table. He was taking his shoes and socks off as Lola had amazing thick piled white carpets that he loved to scrunch his toes in. 

"The better for seeing you"

Lola was an attractive milky chocolate coloured woman of 55. She was married to a successful and attractive record producer, ten years her junior and gay. The marriage was a scam so he could hide his preferred taste for 18-year-old boys and her bi-sexual tendencies and love of BDSM. 

Ironically they both paid prostitutes for their pleasures. The scam was there because both were to inherit well but both needed a marriage to do it due to constraints in the wills concerned. Their marriage had never been consummated for obvious reasons.

Lola never took her time and she was always a step ahead of him. So she had already removed the robe. She had lovely skin and an amazing body what you would expect a woman 20 years younger than she was to own. She oozed confidence and authority what you would expect from a woman in charge of her own successful media company. Today she was wearing a black leather Basque that did up with laces and had more than a few spikes on the bra area. She had black fishnet stockings attached to the suspenders on the Basque but no panties. Her hair was tied back and she wore little makeup except bright red lipstick. It was obvious Lola wanted to play and Alex welcomed the idea.

Alex had a rule about BDSM no S&M but Lola practiced the B and small d with him they had agreed the limits of her play, and Alex's comfort zone, before their first sexual meeting. They had an unwritten consensual agreement. She had been honest with him from the outset and that was why he had agreed. She wanted him mainly for vanilla sex but sometimes for bondage and a little domination hence B d. They had agreed when she wanted the extra service she would pay an extra $5,000. It would not need to be agreed before hand she would be free to decide on a whim when she wanted to play but she would dress accordingly so Alex would know when he arrived what to expect. The leather spiky Basque was the clue today.




Alexander Book 02



He would allow her to do certain things, he would submit to bondage but there would be no major violence so heavy whipping, flogging, electro-stimulus, beatings or full on CBT. Alex had some experience of CBT and it was a definite no. She admitted that female prostitutes would provide the capital D and SM. Alex had learnt her rules as they had moved into their sexual relations and he knew the females prostitutes took her anger. Her anger that she had part of her that needed sex with women she never wanted to admit she had lesbian tendencies and Alex understood he knew what it was like to be mentally fucked-up.

She moved towards him and grabbed his hair to pull him up the small d in action. He obliged her and she let go of him and started to take his top off. She liked to put a leather collar around his neck an agreed small d action. He allowed her to do it and then she started to unbutton the skinny cords. As she did she shoved her hand into his trousers and put her head forward for a kiss. He was able to flex his cock so she could feel him enjoying her efforts. She took one of his hands and dragged him into her bedroom. 

Once inside she removed his trousers and CKs together in one movement. He took his feet out of them, picked them up and threw them on a chair. She was already at him. 

She had his cock in her mouth and her hands inside his thighs grasping his buttocks. When she did this she liked him to put his hands behind his back; sometimes she tied them, and he had to look at the ceiling. He flexed his cock for her again and she became more animated in her mouth movements, scrapping her teeth along his cock as he tried not to show the slight pain it caused. She pinched his inner thigh so he erected his cock harder in her mouth. She went on till she gave him permission, by slapping his thigh, to come in her mouth and for a short period after. She stood up and went to lie on the bed and she called him over. He walked towards where she was and lay next to her. When told to he began kissing her and his hand moved to her genital area. She liked to be fingered roughly but didn't like oral sex performed on her, well not by a man anyway.

She pointed to the bedside table and he saw a purple bullet vibrator. He took it and started by using the vibrator on her clitoris. She liked that and put her own hands on to herself and helped him out. He then moved it from clitoris down to vagina the point touching her skin as he did it and then he put the vibrator half into her and began to massage her with his fingers as well. She bent her knees put the soles of her feet together and laid her legs flat. She passed him a double-ended vibrator. So he moved himself to a position so his anus was opposite her vagina. He took out the bullet vibrator and threw it on to the floor still on. He put one end of the vibrator into himself then the other into her. He put his legs over hers and pushed downwards. He didn't really know what she liked about this, he hated it, but she moved, came and removed the vibrator from them both. 

She lay on top of him and began to kiss his lips then moved down his body to his nipples, the chain brand she loved to lick then moved to his abdominals. She got up and sat down by him so he could unlace the leather Basque and ping the suspenders. He got off the bed and slid the stockings off her legs and she forced her right foot into his mouth and her left foot into his groin exploring his cock with her toes. She ordered him to stand so he stood up putting his hands behind his back as she had taught him. She produced a cock ring restriction set. 

He disliked bondage for obvious reasons but these days tolerated it, his part was consensual and well paid, and she was the only client who liked bondage. She ordered him to lie on the bed, arms by his side and she put the cock ring onto him. It was a snug fit. From the top of the cock ring ran an O-ring with two chains that were connected to two fleece lined leather wrist cuffs and from the bottom of the ring another O-ring and two chains leading to two ankle cuffs. She buckled him into the restraints. He had to keep his knees bent and legs open and his arms at his sides any movement of his arms or legs would cause some pain, as the cock ring would move. She reached over and got a condom from the bedside drawer she used the same brand and style he did. She lubricated around the cock ring and started to play with his cock and when he became erect she put the condom on. She moved his legs farther apart and she licked him from anus to cock and then moved a tongue around his cock from the apex of his groin to the tip without letting or making him come. The action caused him to move and pull on the restriction set.

She left the room and returned with a bowl of melted chocolate. He was still erect and she took the spoon in the bowl and put the chocolate onto his chest, cock and abdomen. It was still quite hot and caused him to jerk a little. She bent over him and began kissing him and then she licked at the chocolate on his chest, stomach and she lowered herself down his body resting on her elbows, between his legs, to take his cock covered in chocolate into her mouth. She sucked him hard, very hard, and pushed her mouth further onto him so he felt the back of her throat and her gag reflex. While she sucked his cock she placed the still working purple bullet vibrator, she'd picked up when returning with the chocolate, into his anus. Alex was disgusted that she had not cleaned it but said nothing.

She stopped, leaving the vibrator in place, and picked up the spoon and put chocolate into her mouth. Happy she moved up to his lips and she kissed him again. She spooned chocolate into his mouth then pushed her tongue into the chocolate in his mouth. She sucked it out and into her own mouth and swallowed it again Alex felt a little disgusted. 

She pushed his legs down flat, feet together, the cock ring bit into him and he jerked upwards. She removed the vibrator. She straddled him and began to ride his cock this pulled the chains to his legs and in turn caused the cock ring to move. She leaned back to pull herself and his cock down a little so as she rode him it rubbed her G-spot. She went forward supporting her weight on his chest and rode him so his cock rubbed the wall between her vagina and anus. This action caused Alex a little pain as the ankle and wrist cuffs pulled and the chains running across his pyramidalis muscle and his groin from his wrists cut into the skin. She reached for some nipple clamps, attached by a chain, put one to her right nipple and his left nipple. As she moved the nipple clamp pulled on them both. She reached and picked up a small red leather crop she had nearby and she tapped it across his chest a few times causing small red marks. She worked until they both came then she removed the nipple clamp from her and pulled it from his nipple, which hurt him, and she got off him. She used the crop a few times across his thighs and abdomen then used the soft handle of it to move from his balls up to his chin gently trapping him from pubic hair onwards. No CBT allowed.

She removed the restrictor and the used condom. She lay down on the bed beside him and pushed a new condom on him, now free, he moved over as ordered and began to bite her nipples she liked that and so she grabbed at his cock and used it to pull him on top of her. It made Alex a little annoyed so he decided to get his own back with a new move. He lifted her left thigh with his right arm pushed his right knee to steady her thigh twisted 90 degrees and rode her hard and she came. Then he moved to do the same with her other leg. His knees now nearer her bottom he put his hands on her inner thighs pushed his weight on them and rode her hard and deep. She pulled his hair, which hurt a lot. Then she grabbed a small leather grip on the collar around his neck and pulled him down towards her breasts, which again hurt because she was rough. Her hands reached and grabbed his arse and he felt her come again so he moved down deep into her and let himself thrust and came in waves into her. 

Finally she had him lie face down on the bed arms out, she removed the condom and she used the crop to smack his buttocks. She used her hands to part his legs and she pulled at his cock, touching the tip and manipulating the shaft until he came in her hands. He felt the rough entrance of a dildo in his anus she had stopped to put a strap on. She used the crop as a rod across his shoulders to both force him down and to support her weight and that hurt. She pushed the dildo into him hard and he realised that it was obviously a double-ended device when she came.

It was now 8.40. She always liked a post coital cigarette and he left the room to shower. She would join him at the end of his shower, today, and watch him finish cleaning his cock and dry himself. She liked to see him move his foreskin and clean the head of his cock when she was in her B d mode. She hit the shower after him. He went in search of his clothes. 

He put his CKs and skinny cords on as they were taken off together. He used the deodorant she kept for him in the drawer of the bedside table. He went into the living area to retrieve his top and sat down to put his shoes and socks on. She came in with just an untied robe on. She took an envelope out of a bureau and passed it to him beaming with delight. It would contain an extra $5,000 for the B d.

"Thank you for that, the crop I mean. I probably should have asked first about that it wasn't something we agreed to" she smiled "I do so love to play with you. Though I wish you would trust me to go as far as I do with the females."

Alex had suffered more than enough personal violence disguised as sex than she could ever imagine so he wasn't about to receive any more even if he was getting paid. She left and returned with another drink of vodka. He took it ruffled his hair and spoke "Its fine Lola sometimes a surprise adds something to what we do."

Vodka finished he stood up put the money in his back pocket. He left and walked out ready for Ron to take him home. As Ron drove they chatted about Ron's up coming fishing trip to Florida.

Chapter 6

Alex could not wait to get home the event of the day had taken its toll on him mentally. Marcus would be home and he could talk to him about Klaus's visit. A visit still affecting him despite the distractions of his clients, especially Lola B d, he kept thinking he dies at midnight. 

Ron dropped him off and they said goodbye till Friday and the recital. As he rode the elevator he got a text Marcus was not home his plane was delayed due to weather he would be home around 12.30. So he would be on his own watching the Klaus death clock tick down.

Eric as his last piece of work of the day had brought back all the suit bags, shoes boxes and other bits Alex had left in the limo and they were by the apartment door. He entered the apartment lights went on and he saw how he had left the place the broken glass, the food and coffee still on the table. He picked his things up and took them straight into the bedroom. He opened the briefcase and removed his wrinkled shirt, suit and tie. He put the Tom Ford in its bag and put it in the bedroom wardrobe ready to go to Stanton's. The shirt and CKs went into the laundry basket, as did the jersey pants he had worn at Amarante's, the socks from his boots. He took off his watch and put it away.

He went into the living area and cleaned up the mess. Marcus was trying to teach him, still, that dirty things didn't walk to the dishwasher, bin, laundry basket or any other receptacle designed for them to be placed in for cleaning on their own. It had worked with the clothes eventually but not quite with other things. He wrapped the broken glass in paper and put it in the bin.

He made himself a strong espresso and walked to the table sat down and looked at the papers Klaus had left him. They were standard stuff even vampires had to leave a will if they wanted to die. Klaus had left him everything €11 million and had left the house in Prussia and € 2 million to Sophie and Dirk. It mentioned some paintings, and other items, that were held in a bonded warehouse in New York. There was some very small print at the bottom of one of the pages, which he ignored.

The Vienna solicitors Hogarth and Sons, Alex knew they had been in charge of the notes Marcus had when they left Prussia and now provided them both with all the papers they needed whenever they changed identities. They produced the finest fake identities paying humans to live from childhood under names, sit exams, driving tests everything then relinquish them for their vampire clients when needed. But the Hogarth and Son mentioned were now posing as the great something grandsons of their original selves. The family were the same bloodsucker vampires, employed other vampires so nothing changed but had to seem to change for the outside world. All their clients were vampires both bloodsuckers and naturals. They had engaged Bradford Mulling Associates here in LA to deal with everything so Alex need not go to Vienna. A shame he thought to himself might have been nice to see Vienna again. He just needed his passport and birth certificate. 

He still felt uncomfortable about this. Still smacked of Klaus buying him. He still had no good thoughts of Klaus maybe when he died that might change maybe that brief period in Spain would outweigh the rest. He doubted that. Marcus would be difficult he never talked about his life to anyone not even Alex and this was his inheritance, not Alex's, however tainted and he hated Klaus. Alex could not believe that this money was there because of his pain. He had never once thought how much people paid for sex with him or to rape him or to torture him. Perhaps it was cheaper to rape him than torture him. He hoped so. 

Time was going slowly it was still only 10.30 and he felt uneasy as the tension began to mount. He wanted to talk, to tell someone but he knew Marcus should to be the first. He thought of contacting Guido he would be up. He had settled in France with a woman he had met, well she was a maid at Alex's parent's chateau. They had married, Marcus turned her and they lived happily in seclusion in the countryside. Gregory well he went into photography and film and like them flitted about every 5-6 years. He was a fashion photographer in New York now so too early. He would be in bed with someone, or some bodies, by now. Virgil had gone to New Zealand and found a life with a female bloodsucker they simply lived of the vast sum of money Marcus settled on his friends but no phone they live in seclusion.

He decided to take a shower then go and lie down maybe catch some sleep, if he could, till Marcus came home. He stood under the water allowing the water to cascade down his chest, abdomen and finally his cock. He used the vanilla wash that he loved so much. As he washed his body he was reminded of his mother and he found himself remembering his life pre-Klaus. 

His mother, Cristobel, had not been a great beauty, she was seen as plain, and his father, Alexander, had married her, when she was 15, for position and status not love. His father, then 22, had been a social climber or gold digger by modern terms. His family though Noblesse de Extraction, meaning Nobles for at least four generations, had received their title through the Noblesse de Cloche meaning nobility of the bell but had often been scorned for how it was achieved. 

Alex's Great, Great, Great, Great Grandfather had been made the First Duc d'Bretagne in 1547 in recognition his municipal service in Poitiers. In fact the family's nobility, and fortune, wasn't for work in Poitiers but in recognition for the loyalty and support Henri of Bretagne had given Diane de Poitiers in her role as courtesan to King Henri I and his son Henri II. Diane had been a widow of 35 and King Henri II 15 when their affair began in 1534. Henri Bretagne had helped them to find privacy in Poitiers, lie to the young Queen Catherine d'Medici, source the 'drinkable gold' Diane used to preserve her youth and the cloth for her trademark black and white clothes. He was rewarded handsomely with gold coin.

Diane was a very intelligent and astute women and she beguiled the young King Henri as she had his father. So much so he trusted her to write many of his official letters, and even to sign them jointly with the one name HenriDiane. Her confident maturity and loyalty to Henry II made her his most dependable ally in the court and enemy of his young Queen. Her position in the Court of the King was such that when Pope Paul III sent Queen Catherine the "Golden Rose", he did not forget to send the royal mistress a pearl necklace. In a short period of time she wielded considerable power. In 1548 she received the prestigious title of Duchess of Valentinois, then in 1553 was made Duchesse d'Étampes. It was she who had suggested Henri Bretagne should receive a reward for his loyalty to her so her lover made him the first Duc of Bretagne.

Alex's father wanted to improve the quality of his title he was fully aware it was tainted with its connections to Diane who was clearly to many a high-class whore and had been exiled in 1559 when Henri II died. Through his marriage he hoped King Louis XIV would reward him, for taking this unruly, plain cousin as his wife, with high office. This would make him a Noblesse de Chancelleries.

Over time Alex's parents had developed a fond regard, not love, for each other. She had produced the needed heirs. Her pregnancy, with Alex, had been difficult and both mother and child were lucky to survive the birth. A third son was not exactly what his father had wanted. His father had expected a daughter to marry off well and further his status, and would have expected further children from a wife now just 23 but doctors had suggested this would be a danger to the mother. Out of respect for her exemplary conduct as wife and mother and the need for his sons to have their mother, and the connections to the King, his father had stayed away from the marital bed and found pleasures with maids and other lesser noble ladies. His illegitimate son Gregoire, 19 months younger than Alex, had been born to one of his wife's chambermaids and conceived in their former marital bed.

Alex had a wonderful childhood spending days and nights with his mother who adored him as her favourite. He was her kindred spirit they were gentle, musical and very artistic. She nursed him herself rather than use a wet-nurse as was the tradition and when he grew taught him herself forgoing a governess. Alex did not go away to be schooled, the new fashion, and as a consequence had a very sheltered upbringing but he mastered 5 languages, music and art while his brothers mastered the sword, military tactics, duelling, drinking and whoring.

It was with a heavy heart that Alex had left for the war that would change his life and he remembered the tears and smell of his mother...vanilla. During his captivity when being abused he found that remembering her smell took him to a safe place in his head where his abusers and their abuse could not reach him. A locked space in his head where he would see her and talk to her about art and books a place, which stopped him losing his sanity. The same smell that led him away from the light he had seen so clearly when he laying dying in Prussia. He recalled his return to Chatillon, her tears and smell again, which had helped release him from some of the bonds of captivity. How that smell made him feel safe and free after so much pain for that brief moment he felt at peace. Even today his colognes, shower gels and other grooming products all smelt of vanilla and a vanilla plant grew in the kitchen. 

He remembered she still smelt of vanilla when he saw her the last time as she lay dying. How he had told her his true story how he was now a natural vampire and how happy she had been that he would live forever her "beautiful man cub". After so much pain she had told him it was his reward. It was these warm and happy moments that sent him drifting to sleep after his shower but at midnight he awoke with a jolt.