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Count Dracula’s Toy

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Count Dracula’s Toy*Writer’s note: This short story is a “gay adaptation” of Dracula’s Guest by Bram Stoker, I hope the fans of the genre will enjoy ;)It was the winter of 1897. I was going to visit a country I’d never heard before before for a business trip. After a long ship and a train ride, I finally reached Transylvania, a mountainous region covered with snow. In order to rest and eat something, I went to a small inn in a nearby forest village close to the castle that I needed to arrive in the afternoon. I was not a religious person, yet I never thought that I could meet such conservative people in that small village. There were wooden crosses and icons hanging on the walls and a door as if the silver crosses were not enough to hang from everyone’s neck. I wasn’t sure if I was in an inn or a chapel. I also had the eyes of all these weird ones on me, as if they were not happy about me being there. My client was a noble gentleman thus I wanted to come out with a suitable attire for my visit. With my fashionable clothing of the day, me suddenly appearing in that village might have been quite strange. Ignoring the onlookers, I just sat at a table and ordered food and drink.The owner of the inn, who brought my order and left it on my table asked me, “May I ask your purpose of visit, sir?” It seemed a little presumptuous to me. Since my client wanted to have everything done in secrecy, I had to make up something: “I’m a historian, I’m interested in the historical castles in your country. I’m here to visit them and draw their pictures.” I’ thought it would be good for him to assume my briefcase for commercial paperwork was a picture file. But a fearful expression shadowed his face: “Which castle are you talking about? …”, he asked. “Um, I heard there was one nearby. Can you find a coachman who can take me there? “, I asked as silence fell all over the inn. The owner of the inn said, “Look, sir,” the area you are talking about is a very dangerous place, and it is almost evening. You will not find anyone who can take you there at this hour. It is better for you not to wander around after sunset for sure. ” I asked him curiously why he said that. After a little babbling the man said: “Tonight is a religious night for believers, it is said that on this holy night all kinds of evil arise and no one outside is safe. We stay in our house and pray to the saints all night to deliver us from evil … “When I told him that I didn’t believe in such superstitions, the owner of the inn said: “No, sir, no, these are not superstitions, they are facts. Don’t take this off your neck”, he took out a silver cross out of his pocket and tried to put around my neck too. I did not want to refuse the man and to provoke the crowd with my disbelief, so I thanked him and agreed to do as he advised. However I was annoyed that there was no one to take me to the castle. Because I wanted to finish my wrok and go back to London to my fiancé as soon as possible. I got up from my seat and spoke loudly without fear, “If there is a coachman who will take me to the nearby castle tonight, I am ready to pay him a good price”, but the silence wasn’t broken. The owner of the inn, “Sir, come stay here tonight, tomorrow you will travel in the light of day. And the road you will take is a dangerous mountain road full of cliffs, we do not want you to have any accidents in darkness,” and he convinced me to stay at the inn that night. After dinner, the man who showed me to my room, wished me good night, before he left the room, he checked the windows and hung a wooden cross by the handle of the window. As soon as the innkeeper walked out the door, I took the wooden cross off the handle with anger and opened my window to fill some fresh mountain air into the room. The darkness was about to fall. I took off my shoes, my socks and my clothes to avoid wrinkles and lied on the bed with my underclothes. The bed was quite comfortable. I fell asleep feeling as all that weariness of my long journey suddenly collapsed on me. As my eyes were closing, I realized a tall shadow appearing in one corner of the room and approaching my bed, but I was too weak and sleepy to lift an arm. The shadow crouched by my feet, and I felt a huge warm tongue in between my toes. The shadow crawled up on me by sucking and licking my toes, caressing my legs, genitals, belly and breasts. I couldn’t move any of my limbs, but I also seem to like feeling this weight on top of me. We hadn’t had any sexual intercourse with my fiancé because we weren’t yet married, so I just had few knowledge of sex that I heard from here and there. When the shadow reached up to my neck, he suddenly hissed like a vicious cat and disappeared just as quickly as he came. I woke up with the sound of the window slamming. The candle in the room was also extinguished. The weather must have turned bad out there.I got up and closed the window, and I heard a click on the door as I was about to go back to bed. “Sir, can we talk?”, a man was saying. Frankly, I thought this person, who came to my door at a rather late hour, might have been a thief who came to my cut my throat and steal the good money I promised. But when the man said, “I can take you near where you want,” I opened the door, thinking it was an opportunity for me. “Right now?” I asked. “Yeah, we have to go before nobody wakes up or they won’t let either of us go.” I dressed quietly and went downstairs. I had this small carriage pulled by two horses waiting for me. “Sir, can I get the fee first?” the man said, “I’ll give you half of it first, and you get the other half when we arrive there.” Soon we were riding along a snowy forest road surrounded by big old trees.When I looked out of the window of carriage, I had the feeling that we were falling into a vast darkness. At first it was extremely quiet, and then I began to hear wolves howling. Soon the driver stopped the carriage abruptly and said, “Sir, you must continue the road on foot from here”, handing over an oil lamp to me. When I stepped out of the carriage, I saw that I was actually in the middle of big empty, with only trees and snow around. I asked, “Which way am I going to walk?” The man stretched out his hand towards the pitch darkness, “Over there”, he said with fear. When I said, “I don’t see a castle there, what if you’re fooling me?”, Wolf howls were getting even closer. I thought that I saw a taller figure that looked a bit like human from afar but when I blinked my eyes, he wasn’t there anymore. The coachman suddenly said with a white face, “I don’t want your money, go that istanbul escort way I showed you, saints may bless you!” and he drove his carriage back in the direction we came, I was on my own now.After a walk that seemed to me to last for hours, a castle-like structure began to catch my eye, as it was rising in the distance between the trees and the fog that settled in. As I approached, I would realize that this was an abandoned, ruined historical relic. All of a sudden, the snow began to fall in big flakes, the black storm clouds appearing in the sky seemed to herald disaster. Afraid of getting lost in the woods with the worsening of sight as the snow increased, I took refuge in a small grove of cypress and yew trees. Suddenly, the clouds opened up like a magical hand seperated them, and a huge full moon rising in the middle illuminated my little grove. Then I realized I was standing amongst the gravestones. Each one was stuck in with an iron pole. A big sepulchre of marble stood right in front of me. Behind the iron gate of the sepulchre there were three tombs with marble covers on the dark ground. At the entrance to the sepulchre wrote: “The dead travel fast” in Romanian. At that moment I began to feel the cold I hadn’t felt before. I was angry with myself because I had to take shelter at the entrance of that dark sepulchre in such an eerie place all by myself only because of the hard-falling snow .When the lightning flashed all over the sky, the sepulchre door opened wide with a creak. That sound was already enough to fill my heart with fear, but there was more to come. The marble covers on the floor of the sepulchre slowly opened and three beautiful and fully naked women crawled out. All three were so beautiful and sexy in comparison to my fiancée that I hadn’t yet had the honor of seeing underneath the fashionable clothes she wore in layers. Their plump breasts were upright, their hips were round and lips were blood-red. Their skin was milky white and shining in the moonlight as if they were sprinkled with crystal dust. I was frozen like ice, I just couldn’t move. As the storm escalated outside, the women called me by my name and licked their lips passionately. That’s when I noticed their sharp teeth. They snuck up to me and started caressing my whole body. Suddenly I felt like the ground had been pulled from under my feet, I found myself lying on the floor of the sepulchre. All three women came down on me.The red-haired one sucked and licked the index finger of my right hand. The blonde, who took my hand between her crotch, was rubbing it on the lips of her genitals. Meanwhile, the brunette reached out between my legs and unbuttoned my pants. I was caressing the other two women’s breasts while she was licking my penis. My penis hardened like a statue, I tasted a pleasure that I had never felt before. The head of my penis disappeared in between the crimson plump lips of the dark-haired woman, as the other women unbuttoned my shirt and starting sucking and biting my nipples. I was hurt, but compared to the pleasure I had, it was nothing. When I looked at the blonde next to me, I saw that the pupils of her eyes were reflecting me like a mirror, and they were empty inside. Meanwhile, the brunette sucked the head of my penis hard while others were sharing my bollocks. I was about to ejaculate with the pleasure I took from three mouths moving all over my penis.At this moment, a clamor broke out as if it moved the earth and the sky. All three women on me were drifted away shrieking as if they were caught in a storm wind. When I could raise my head, there stood before me that tall figure I saw in the forest, a dark haired man with a beard and a moustache. With long-nailed fingers resembling claws, this man also had sharp teeth in his mouth. “How dare you touch what is mine !!!”, he roared. Women were whinmpering with fear as they were cornered like a****ls, their bodies twisted and turned in such inhuman forms, getting further away from me. The brunette spoke with tiny bit of courage: “Do you know what love is? You have never loved…”. “BEGONE!!!”, their master shouted, “If I ever see any of you three again, I will tear you apart!”. The women entered their open graves and covered the marble lids.The numbness in my body seemed to pass, when I was fully recovering and intending to dress up, I felt a warmth that spread from my belly to my chest and from there to my neck. It was a huge, moist and warm tongue, just like the one I felt lying on my bed at the inn. I knew that it belonged to the man who was standing in front of me, aside from the disgust I felt, I was terribly enjoying it. That hot wetness went down again from my neck to my groin. I closed my eyes out of fear, but I felt this terrible man grabbing my stiff penis by his fingers with pointy nails. When I slightly opened my eyelids, I saw a giant wolf with eyes like droplets of blood, sucking and biting into my penis. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I started to ejaculate intensely. I passed out while the wolf was licking and swallowing my semen with its tongue.When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a high-ceiling room lit by a three-arm candlestick. It was still dark outside. There were very old moth-eaten curtains hung on the window, and there were tattered tapestries on the walls. The cover of the old bed I slept on was also full of holes and covered with dust. I got out of bed and took my briefcase in one hand and the candlestick in my other hand and left the room. I was almost sure that I was only having a dream. I tried to open the doors one by one by going down the stone stairs, but none of the doors I tried to open were moving. I went down a few floors on the stairs on the way, as if there was something deep down calling me. At the end of the stairs there was a narrow corridor and a large hall leading to it. That’s when I noticed the shadows swinging on the wall. There was a shadow of a giant wolf reflected on the wall. The wolf began to walk and its shadow gradually began to look like a human being, but I still couldn’t see anything around me, even though I turned my head to and fro.I decided to ignite the torches on the wall with the candlestick in my hand and illuminate the place I was standing. Just as I ignited a few torches, a lush, heavily accented voice echoed in the dark: “All this light shall be enough, more of it disturbs my eyes”. In the meantime, as my eyes might have become more accustomed to the darkness, I noticed the shadow standing at the head avcılar escort of a long wooden table. “I’m Count Vlad the Third, Dracula. You must be Mr. Jonathan Harker. I’m really sorry to exhaust you to come this far in such bad weather,” he said, “but I hope I made you feel comfortable and safe.” “Thank you, my Count”, I said feeling almost certain that I was seeing all but a twisted dream. “If you would like to examine the papers and sign them …”. “Not yet,” he said, holding his hand up. “Let me offer you something first.”When he took the candlestick from my hand and put it on the table, I realized that it was the most beautifully set table than I had ever seen. “Eat and gather your strength first,” he said, “You come from a long way, you must be hungry.” Obviously, the table was decorated with delicious food incomparable to what I ate at the inn, “Please sit down and start eating”. I filled my plate with the food I liked and started eating. The wolves continued to howl outside. “The c***dren of the night, singing their songs, Mr. Harker,” the Count said, “You’re lucky you’re not afraid of them. You couldn’t have gotten this far if they had smelled your fear.” At the time, I thought of the coachman whose face had turned white in fear, but I didn’t have any chance to know if he had been able to return to the village. “I wish you had let me know when you arrived to the village, I would have sent you my servants to bring you here. When I found you, you were about to die, not because of the wolves, but because of the freezing cold”.I told him I remembered that I took refuge in a cemetery. “Do you remember anything else?”, The Count asked behind me, placing his long nailed hands on my shoulders. I could swear I could feel that the wolf in my dream, was again licking my neck. When I suddenly turned around, the Count was not there, but on the other end of the wooden table. I remembered the writing in the cemetery: “The dead travel fast.” “No,” I said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t remember anything else.” “Are you certain?”, the Count asked again. I said, “Yes, I’m absolutely certain.” “It’s time to retreat to our beds,” Count said, adding, “Mr. Harker, my castle is full of friendship, affection and hospitality for my guests, as well as old and insidious dangers. Don’t you try getting out of your room and walk around alone until I come to fetch you … you can get lost”. After the peculiarities I had witnessed at the inn, the Count’s request did not surprise me. Perhaps this was one of Transylvanian traditions.He took me back to my room, after he said, “Good rest”, I heard him walk out the door and lock the door on me. I was lying on my bed thinking that he probably did it for me to be safe or maybe not to mess around. I ran to the window hearing a rustling noise coming from outside. When I looked down the window, at first I saw an endless valley before me where a river was flowing in curls in the middle. When I looked down to see how high I was, I was terrified. Count Dracula was crawling upside down into the cellar like an old spider on the stone walls of the castle. Soon he disappeared through a dark window. I knew then that what I went through was not a dream at all. I wanted to get out of this horrible place as soon as possible, but it there was no way to open the door of my room.I waited for the Count to return in silence and fear until the sun came up and down. Time went by so slow. I had to make a plan and find a way out of the castle when the Count returned. I couldn’t let him lock me in this room again … I heard a rattling at the door after the darkness fell in the evening. I straightened up from my seat and waited for the Count to enter, but no one came in. When I opened the door, I couldn’t see anyone in the hall. I followed the path from the other night and reached the hall where I first saw the Count. The Count had found London on a world map hanging on the wall, he was circling his long nails over my city. I told him that I wanted to leave immediately as soon as we finished the transactions, and my fiancée was anxiously waiting for me. “Sit down, Mr. Harker”, he said, “I will sign your papers, but I have one condition.But first of all, rest assured, I sent a letter to your fiancé and told her that you would be my guest for a while”. Frankly, I was a little angry about this but I didn’t want to make the Count angry too and make things go wrong. I said, “May I ask what your condition is my Count?” “It’s hard to tell”, Kont Count started, “I don’t expect someone from a very different culture like you to understand our ways and routines, but I’m going to explain it anyway. As you may have observed by now that I am leading a very secluded life here, yet just like anybody else I require a friend to share everything.I told him that I could comprehend. “I’m glad for that, however sharing everything in between men in my culture may not be similar to how it is between men in your culture “, Dracula said. I asked, “For example?” “Sexual pleasures are also a part of this sharing”, he said, looking into my eyes.At that moment, I opened my mouth as I wanted to react to this, albeit moderately, but I realized that I wasn’t able to make a sound.”I definitely don’t like my words being interrupted, Mr. Harker”, Dracula said, “Besides I’ve also seen closely that you’re not unfamiliar with these kind of pleasures, and if I have to say it more clearly, I have been delighted to taste your fountain of youth”. I was turning red in embarrasment as I felt the Count’s claw-like hands on my neck. “I suppose, I don’t need to remind you as the only remaining member of a noble and honorable family, that this could only remain between two men. And that’s my only condition for you to let that happen…”, he lowered his claws from my chest down to my lap. He unbuttoned my pants. Immediately I found myself naked on the dining table, lying down on my back and with my legs spread apart. The Count’s tongue finally reached my anus while licking my balls. He was gently crushing my nipples between his fingers as he pushed his big tongue in and out of my hole. The pleasure I felt was incredible. He had full control of my body. The Count then sucked my bollocks one by one in his mouth and sucked me and his big tongue began to lick me by snaking around the shaft of my penis which stiffened and raised his head. His long nails were scratching and bleeding my chest and belly, but these were minor scratches. Count occasionally took his fingers to his mouth, licking my blood from his nails and then şirinevler escort kept on sucking on my penis. I could feel Dracula’s mouth and hands all over my body, and I could hear his b**stly grunting sounds like a big predator as I trembled with pleasure. In the meantime, I could feel that he took my penis all the way down to his throat and also caressed my balls with his long tongue. It was impossible for me to endure this amount of pleasure any longer. Suddenly, I started squirting my sperm once again. I was just hearing a keen sucking sound that was accelerating, and I didn’t have the chance to raise my head and see what was going on down there. I passed out because of the pleasure.When I woke up, I was lying naked on a giant bed. My arms and feet were tied to the four pillars on each corner. I couldn’t see how big the room was because only a few candles were lit. The bedstead and the candlesticks around it seemed floating in the middle of an endless void. When I lifted my head, I noticed a huge-sized bat sleeping upside down just above me. It was impossible to describe my fear. Once an unbeliever, I was begging God to be saved while the bat opened its giant wings and perched by the bedside with an agile movement. He was no longer a bat hanging above my head, but a brunette man with a very hairy, muscular body and a big penis. Dracula’s penis slid through my open mouth when he lied upside down on me. As I sucked his penis, he moved his buttocks and began to go back and forth in my mouth. His penis was not stiffening, but it was quite large even without getting hard.I don’t remember how many times I discharged my seeds for that night, but the Count didn’t get bored of trying different positions every night I spent at the Count’s castle. He was biting me everywhere, and every time I ejaculated, he gobbled up my sperm until the last drop. When the Count retired for his secret room in the cellar before sunrise, the ropes that tied me were untied, and the doors reaching up to my room were opening by themselves and leading me. I found food waiting for me in my room, but my stomach never felt full, no matter how much I ate. I was getting weaker by each day. When the Count came back from his cellar at night, I had to go back to the room where he was having sex with me. Weeks, perhaps months, had passed in this vicious circle. I was about to run out of hope for returning to my fiancée. I had become Count Dracula’s toy.When a new sun was rising again, I returned to my room feeling exhausted, yet I wanted to try to escape. By ripping all the fabrics in my room into shreads, I managed to weave myself a makeshift rope and hung from the window. This rope could only reach down the high walls of the castle to the dark window in which the Count glided through. I tied the rope to the foot of the wooden bed where I was sleeping, but I didn’t know if this piece of worn-out wood could lift my weight. Luckily, my body, which had become skin and bones, was not as heavy as before. I started going down the rope. I was about to reach the window when the rope suddenly broke. However by the last minute, my hands grabbed the window sill. I tried to pull myself up to get support from the castle’s stone walls, but my feet on mossy stones were sliding all the time. After struggling for a long time, I finally threw myself in through the window.There was a narrow staircase that went down inside, and I began to descend into the dark depths of the castle. My eyes were getting used to the darkness. When I held a torch that I saw on the wall, it spontaneously ignited, almost everything in the castle was such magical objects. When I reached the end of the stairs, I entered a long, wide and arched hall. In the light of the torch, I saw countless corpses that had been put into long stakes in the holes in the ground along the hall and were now only skeletons. At the end of the hall there was a large door. When I looked through this door, I could see a light coming from far away. I thought this was supposed to be some kind of exit. I was about to walk right into the light so that a spectacular coffin caught my eye in the middle of the hall. It was written on it in Latin alphabet: “Vlad Tepes III Dracula”. I was scared, but I was also curious. I hung my torch on the wall and slid the lid of the coffin to one side, I saw Count Dracula, who lied there motionless, staring at the ceiling with his wide-opened scary eyes.I was almost frozen like ice by fear, but after the panic I felt had passed, I realized that the Count was lying there in a very vulnerable condition. I decided that I had to kill the Count, no matter what. Because the darkness would fall soon as I escaped from the castle trying to reach the village, perhaps the Count would fall on my shoulders in the shape of a giant bat, even when I wasn’t even halfway. I was sure that he wouldn’t spare my life this time. Then the sight that I saw in the cemetery at midnight came to my mind . There were iron stakes all over the graves, except the ones behind the locked iron gate of the sepulchre. So that should be the only way to destroy these monsters I thought. Unfortunately, the stakes hanging over the skeletons around me were all wooden, I couldn’t use them. Believing that it was my only chance to escape without wasting any more time, I realized that the torch was made of iron when I took it off the wall.With all the courage I could gather, I leaned over the Count’s coffin and brought the torch up and then down to his chest swiftly. A scary and a****listic scream emanating from the Count’s mouth echoed on the stone walls of the hall, as the blood gushed from where I plunged the torch and painted all around. The Count’s eyes became dull like the flame of candles that gradually faded, and his whole body became dry and shriveled, like skeletons hanging from the stakes. I climbed up the stairs and opened the door, seeing an actual exit at the end of a tunnel-like corridor. Without wasting any more time, I left the castle, I had no idea where the village was, but I was sure that if I followed the river I would find it. So I went as far away as possible by following the river bed as fast as I could. But since I walked for hours without stopping for a rest, I was no longer able to keep on walking due to hunger and fatigue. I passed out there and then. They say a shepherd who broght his a****ls to the water found me, and when I woke up, my fiancé was sitting right next to me. When she couldn’t hear from me for a long time, she had come after me and started looking for me. Fortunately I was able to escape before she came to the castle too. We hurried back to London leaving behind all of what had happened and continued our merry life from where we left off. However up to this day the Count still haunts me in my dreams at night from time to time and I pray to God to keep him dead forever.The End

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