Hunters and Hunted Squires' Communion By Evan Andrews 2022
This is a fan fiction.
"Squires' Communion" is the sixth part of a larger cycle of stories, The Hunters and Hunted series, and comes after "Vampire Made".
Despite similarities in names and relationships the story is set in neither the Supernatural-verse nor the True Blood-verse nor the Buffy-verse nor the Sabrina-verse nor of any supernatural-story-verse. Those faces were just the ones I had in mind as I wrote. The thralls are based on real people, or my fantasies of them. This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of any of the actors or the characters they play.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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"Okay, Oz," Dean said, "What the fuck's going on?"
The squires had reported to the Club as ordered, but they came without the thralls that were on the roster for the night. For some reason, Eric wanted them and nobody else tonight.
The room, which was usually done up like a festive and comfortable gentlemen's club (or bordello, take your pick) was tonight bare—not only of ostentation, but also of furniture. Only four candelabras lit the room, and all they had to illuminate was a railing like you find in churches, set just off-center across the room.
"I thought we were overdue," Pike said, but the statement clearly confused Dean.
"Dean," his brother Sam said, "Don't you remember? `Adsum?'"
All of a sudden a memory slid out of the shadows of the gruff former hunter's mind. This place! He did know this place. This was the sanctuary of the vampires' communion, the taking of which had led him and his brother down the silken slalom into the vampires' service.
"Fuck," Dean said.
Oz was nodding.
"Yeah," he said, "Tonight we receive the masters' Blessing by mouth and ass and rededicate ourselves to their service."
"Speaking of which," Dean said, "Where are they?"
"It's the ritual, Dean," Sam whispered. "They won't appear until we begin the ritual."
"Ritual?" Dean asked.
"Ritual," Oz confirmed, and he began to shed his clothes.
Sam followed almost immediately, with Pike only a heartbeat behind them both.
"Oh," Dean said, pulling his shirt over his head, "That ritual."
The now naked Oz stepped up to the railing, spread his hands wide and said, "Adsum, domine."
Sam stepped up and said, "Adsum."
"Adsum," Pike breathed from his place alongside Oz.
Dean kicked aside his Deadpool boxers and, stepping up to the railing, said, "Adsum."
And they waited-- but not for long.
Out of the dark, Eric, the master vampire, stepped, followed closely by the two elder vampires, Garrett and James, and the relative youngster and Eric's protégé, Jason.
Like an echo of the past, Eric demanded, "You are come to beg our favor?"
"Yes, master," the squires said as a body, their eyes turned submissively towards the ground, "Though we are not worthy."
"And yet, trusting in our mercy, you present yourselves," Eric continued--a statement, not a question. Ritual. They all knew the answer.
"Yes, lord," Sam said, speaking for all of them.
"As always, that trust is well placed," Garrett said, "For we shall surely justify our loyal servants. And I do mean all our loyal servants. Behold."
A door in the dark opened and shut, and Damon stepped out into the light, leading by the arm a rather wild-looking man with long copper hair and beard and a paint-stained peasant shirt.
"Ah, Jesse," Eric said. "We're glad you could join us tonight."
Wordlessly, but with adoration in his eyes, Jesse (whoever he was) tore off his clothes and joined the squires. Then, while they waited, the vampires slowly doffed their own clothes. They were all hard, and the squires couldn't tear their eyes away from those undead erections.
"Kneel," Eric said, "Kneel, and taste of thy redemption."
The five mortals fell to their knees, and Dean leaned forward to kiss the head of James' cock when it was presented to him. Five tongues lapped at vampires' piss-slits and came away with the bitter salty taste of their masters' juices. Dean knew what came next.
Though Dean had never seen Oz or Pike suck dick (Squires' sex lives tended to be restricted to priming men for Enthrallment) he was interested to see the oral technique they had achieved after decades of practice-- and to learn from it. The older squires were comfortably at home having cock filling their mouths, but it was the strange man, Jesse, that really surprised Dean. The former hunter had no idea how long Jesse had been a squire (as he obviously was, just a special sort of squire), but the wild-eyed man was not only comfortable with sucking vampire dick; he also gave every appearance of being a vampire cock addict. Like an opium eater or an absinthe drinker, the long-haired freak groaned in delight as he worshipped Damon's shaft.
But it was right that they should worship the masters. Right that they give what pleasure they could. Dean was so in-tune with his sucking that he nearly sobbed when Eric said, "Take, drink, and through our seed find eternal life."
Five vampire shafts flexed, and five human mouths filled with the sperm of their undead masters. The regular squires kissed and licked the cock in from of them clean, but Jesse swallowed Damon once again and desperately skull-fucked himself on the master's shaft, desperate to earn a second mouthful of cum.
Damon caught the man's head and said, "That's enough, Jesse. It's time for the actus secundus."
The vampires stepped back and migrated to the squires' side of the railing. Without needing to be told, the five squires came to their feet, leaned over, and put their hands on the wooden bar, offering up their asses for fucking. Only Jesse watched over his shoulder, eagerly, as the vampires chose communicants. Dean felt rather than saw Garrett standing behind him.
"Brothers, are we mete?" Eric asked the vampires.
"We are mete," they replied.
Together, they all chanted, "Fiat, fiat, fiat voluntas mea."
With no further preamble five vampires sank their slimy still-rigid fuck-meat into the assholes of the men they had reduced to abject servitude.
Where Dean had been comfortable sucking cock, he realized that taking it up the ass was where the magic of the communion really came into play. While Dean and his brother squires (and brother—as in flesh and blood brother-- squire) grooved on the hot vamp dicks drilling submission into them, Jesse turned into a wild man.
"Fuck me, master!" he screamed at Eric, thrusting back and fucking the vampire master as much as Eric was fucking him, "Wash away what's left of my soul that I may be cleansed of my impure state!"
"Ugh. Ugh. Ugh," Dean grunted as Garrett plumbed his guts. "Fuck me, Master! Please!"
Garrett's fucking was mechanical, even distracted. Dean had noted this before in the Club and had wondered about it. But he had never asked Oz or Pike what was up with the vampire. Maybe... but Eric was talking again.
"Take our seed!" the master vampire intoned, "Be strong! Be loyal! Be our slaves in body and soul!"
That said, the vampires simultaneously flooded the squires' guts with their immortal sperm. Baptizing the mortals at both ends.
"Consumatum est!" the vampires cried as a chorus.
Dean felt his guts warm as they were flooded, and he felt the warmth become a heat, searing him from the inside, purifying him. All five squires screamed as they blew their own wads. It was a fulfillment they had never felt in their former lives, not even during their previous communions, nor their Binding, nor any Enthrallment they had been called on to perform at. They'd been great, of course, but nothing like this.
Damn,' Dean thought, Do the thralls feel like this when they blow? No wonder they're happy to get fucked every damned night.'
The throbbing undead dicks delivered their final dribbles of cum, and the vampires stepped back. The squires stood up as well, and Dean looked around, wondering what (if anything) happened next. In Dean's memories, this was the point the vampires had always stepped back into the darkness leaving him and Sam to recover in their own time. But that was clearly not how the ritual worked here in the Manor.
"Please," Jesse, still bent over the rail wagging his ass, begged, "More, master! I need more fucking! More cum! I'm still human!"
Garret moved to take Jesse in his arms and, lifting him, carried him reverently to one of the wingback chairs that had appeared out of the darkness while the squires had been being fucked. Other naked vampires occupied the chairs now, all the other vampires currently in residence: Hannibal, Dallas, Cash, Caliban, and a recent arrival named Jonathan. These new participants each chose a squire, pointing and motioning the young man to come and kneel before him. Hannibal pointed at Oz; Cash at Sam; Jonathan at Pike; and Caliban at Jesse. That left...
Dean fell to his knees between wild Dallas' spread legs.
"Suck me," Dallas told the scruffy ex-hunter, "You're the tough guy, so I expect a fucking hot blowjob from you. And I want to feel teeth!"
"Teeth, sure. Can do, master," Dean agreed, and he swallowed Dallas' dick.