The Baron

The Baron (c) By Lee Mariner

MAY 2003

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Chapter #1

Early September in the Black Forest can be a particularly beautiful time even with Germany caught in the grip of uncertainty and political turmoil in 1939. The air is crisper and the dark green of pine trees needles and the prickly leaves of the red berried holly bushes seem to be even richer as the days and nights became cooler.

A light snow had fallen during the night covering the gray slate roof of the Manor. Klaus, the Baron's manservant & chauffeur, pulled his thick sweater closer around his shoulders after looking out the window. He smiled to himself musing over the events of the preceding day.

An SS-Waffen Corporal had arrived on a motorcycle with an invitation asking the Baron to present himself at the office of Brigadier-General Hans Reinhardt the SS-Oberfuhrer of Bavaria. When I opened the door the young courier clicked his heels together and snapped to attention. With exaggerated self-importance he thrust an envelope at me.

"A message for Herr Baron Richthofen. I am to wait for his reply." He said stiffly, leaving little room for any protest.

It was comically amusing but it was obvious the corporal was frozen stiff from riding his motorcycle. Even with that, he didn't twitch a muscle as he stood at attention. I could see he was still in his teen years, healthy young and virile. His great coat did not hide the width of his shoulders or the thickness of his neck.

"The Baron is resting Corporal but if you will come in you can warm yourself in the kitchens until he rises. I'm sure we can find something for you to eat while you wait."

"When do you think the Baron will rise Sir? It is getting late and I would like to return too Stuttgart before nightfall."

"Corporal, the Baron rises when the Baron wishes but I am sure it won't be very long. Now why don't you remove that great coat and come with me into the kitchens where it is warmer?" Klaus said over his shoulder, beckoning for the young soldier to follow.

A cold wintry sun had slipped behind dark clouds that threatened another evening and night of snow. The corridors marble floors were covered with carpets but the clump of the soldier's heavy boots was still clearly audible as he followed Klaus in the semi-gloom. He seemed slightly nervous, looking to his left and right at the huge portraits of long dead men hanging on the walls and the unlit chandeliers hanging from the depths of the overhead darkness with heavy furniture sitting against granite walls.

"The Baron's home does not have electricity?" He asked.

"It does Corporal but the Manor is constructed of granite and the installation is not complete in all of the rooms. The kitchen, most of the bedchambers with appropriate water closets and the Baron's bedchamber were finished first. With the threat of war, it is difficult getting construction materials and craftsmen." Klaus said opening the doors leading into a warm brightly lit kitchen. "I think you will find this a little more comfortable.. . . . . What is your name, I can't keep calling you corporal?"

"Dieter Sir. Corporal Dieter Raiche of the 103rd SS-Waffen Grenadiers garrisoned in Stuttgart."

"Well Dieter, it is nice meeting you. Let me have your coat and take a seat at the table. I'll hang this up and then we will see what we can find to eat. I'm sure you must be hungry after your ride from Stuttgart in this cold."

"Yes sir, I was dispatched before eating and it started snowing on the way. I didn't know the snows came so early in this part of Germany. The weather starts changing at this time of year in my home but not the snows until later in October. Usually after the October Fest harvest."

"Where would your home be Dieter?" I asked letting my eyes scan his broad uniformed frame.

I could see the boy was heavily muscled from the way his uniform stretched. He had light brown almost blond hair, a strong chiseled jaw with the hint of whiskers and deep blue eyes.

"In Leipzig sir. My father is a professor in the university there." He said a little wistful, removing his steel helmet.

His heavy steel helmet had flattened his hair and he ran his fingers through it so it wouldn't lay so flat.

"These damn helmets get heavy after awhile but the don't let us wear our barracks caps when on duty." He said grinning up at Klaus.

"I can see how the helmets would be heavy. We have some hot potato soup and bratwurst with bread. Will that be alright?"

"Of course sir, thank you sir. Did you serve in the Army sir?"

"Yes I did." Klaus said remembering, briefly, the Franco-Prussian war of 1870-71 that he and the Baron had fought in and the several young strong, well-muscled, French and German boys they had met. "I served in the Baron's regiment and was with him at Verdun on the River Meuse but that was long before you were born."

"I was born in June 1920 sir, not so long after the First War. We studied about the Battles of Verdun in school and the Fuhrer has promised that Germany will be strong again." Dieter said sitting stiffly on the bench, proudly puffing his strong chest out his eyes flashing.

"Perhaps Dieter but right now some hot food will be better then the rise of Germany. Don't you think?" I said sitting hot food in front of Dieter and glancing downward at the large bulge in his crotch.

"Yes sir, I didn't realize how hungry I was." Dieter said noticing the direction Klaus was looking and he felt a twinge in his loins.

Riding his motorcycle always made him horny and his cock stayed uncomfortably hard from the vibrations and the way it was stuffed in his pants even though he had discontinued wearing underpants except for the undershirt he wore beneath his heavy woolen tunic. He casually let his hand fall on the inner side of his thigh and looking innocently at Klaus he smiled, running his hand over his swelling cock resting on his muscled thigh, licking his lips teasingly.

"The soup and sausage with the bread will be good mien Herr?" He said suggestively spreading his legs and smiling up at Klaus standing over him.

I looked intently into the depths of Dieter's eyes and probing his mind with mine I saw a smoldering fire of passion and desire. This young stallion was horny and hot. I telepathically implanted a suggestion before answering his comments. "You are hot sweaty and tired after your long ride Dieter. Ask permission and then stand up and remove your tunic."

Placing his meal on the table before him, I watched his reactions intently, the hunger within me intensifying.

"I'm sure you will enjoy your meal Dieter. We have plenty more if you would like it but don't hurry and please, you may call me Klaus if you would like instead of "sir" all the time. Would you like a beer with your supper?" I said softly.

"Yes sirrrrrrr, Klaus, a beer would be fine. If it's all right I'd like to take this heavy tunic off, it's awfully warm in here."

"Go right ahead Dieter, make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back with your beer." I said, opening the door that led down into the spirits and wine cellar.

When I returned from the cellar with two large steins of beer, Dieter had his back to me folding his tunic. He was wearing a tight white undershirt and the thick muscles of his broad back rippled when he moved. His waist was so small it looked as if the fingers of both of my hands could encircle his waist and the thumbs and fingers would touch. Placing the tunic on the bench he stretched and clasped his fingers behind his head twisting and turning at the waist his muscles rippling beneath his undershirt. He heard the door close behind me as I entered and still twisting he turned, grinning, exposing a long thick bulge running down the left leg of his trousers.

"It always feels good getting out of that heavy uniform tunic Klaus. I only wish I had something I could put on and get out of these pants as well. They are as heavy as the top and I get all sweaty in the crotch." He said seductively running his hands over the thick hard cut muscles of his chest and stomach. His breathing was heavier, his nostrils flaring slightly and his eyes sparkled as he inhaled expanding his thick muscled chest. He exhaled with an almost audible sigh as he exhaled, sliding his tongue of his lips.

I felt a strong surging movement in my groin as my cock hardened slowly sliding down the leg of my trousers. Dieter ran his tongue over his soft succulent lips his eyes focused on my groin and I sensed his passions rising. His need was quickly becoming obvious the quickening of his breathing. With a few innuendos suggested by his own youthful sexual exuberance and me, Dieter was straining like a big beautifully muscled buck in rut.

"Not just yet my young beauty." I thought to myself. The Baron has not yet risen."

As a disciple of the Baron, his was the right at first fulfillment even though Dieter had first come under the influence of my limited telepathic ability. Rarely did he exercise his right but still, it was wise to await his pleasure even though I felt the strong need to enjoy bedding Dieter. There had been others in the Baron's service that had, much to their eternal regret, violated this unspoken but understood code.

I had accepted creation as one of the Baron Frederich von Richthofen disciples during the reign of Emperor Maximillian II. It was a warm and sultry night when we met in the shadow of Maximillian's castle on the Danube. He was standing in the shadow of a large oak tree, as I rode past, holding the reins of an almost unseen black stallion. I had heard of the Baron Richthofen and the many famous exploits he was credited with. I nodded in recognition and for a moment considered address him when I felt rather then heard his summons, I turned my head looking, looking down from the back of my mount in his direction with my hand on the hilt of my saber.

In those times, one only approached a stranger with total caution until you knew to whom they paid their allegiance. Deep in the recesses of my mind a soft voice whispered, saying, "there is nothing to fear" and a feeling of complete calm surrounded me. I turned my mount entering the darkness that surrounded The Baron and I dismounted almost into his arms. His soft lips touched mine his tongue a hot rapier in mortal combat with mine. His body was like hard steel pressing against me and I felt myself slipping into a thick euphoric fog, an overwhelming desire for him to take me burning in the depths of my bowels.

We moved deeper into the forest, our mounts following us until we found a thick grove of birch trees. We gathered sweet smelling fern and he spread his crimson and gold cloak over the fern making our bed. I watched in awe, completely mesmerized by his slowly revealed beauty as he disrobed.

His hair was like molten flowing gold and his deep indigo blue eyes blazed with a fierce intensity. I didn't hear his words directing me to disrobe as he did I felt them. His eyes glowed, sparkled and blazed following my hands as each piece of my clothing dropped from my fingers. I watched him, completely paralyzed except for the wild beating of my heart and my lungs expanding and deflating as I breathed. I had never felt such total ecstasy and desire permeating every cell of my being as I watched, my lust filled eyes devouring his magnificently muscled beauty. Every muscle and sinew in my body ached crying out to hold him and I could feel the pre-seminal fluid flowing from my throbbing steel hard cock.

He stood gazing at me, his body a gleaming golden bronze statue. Hard smooth lean muscles merged smoothly over his chest, arms and abdomen. Hard ripped abdominal muscles directed a golden trail of soft silky hair that flowed downward covering his hard flat pelvis and surrounding the thick pendulum length of his smooth hooded cock in a soft golden nest. His thighs were thickly muscled with an almost imperceptible sheen of silky golden hair that also covered his hard muscled calves. His thick magnificent cock stirred in its golden nest, hardening and slowly lifting its blood-engorged crown. His almost hairless balls moved gently as his cock lengthened and pre-seminal fluid flowed from the urethral slit in the velvety smooth crown of his cock.

He stood with his hands on his hips his cock swaying slowly, invitingly; throbbing like a living entity and a soft nurturing voice in my mind whispered "take me between your lips deep in your throat and draw the sweet nectar from my loins".

As if in a trance I dropped to my knees and engulfed his thick golden shaft with my wet mouth opening my throat caressing his hard thickness with my throat muscles. His hips were a powerful engine driving his cock with piston force deep into my throat. He held my head arching his back, his cock swelling and filling my throat and mouth with the sweet hot nectar of his loins. I greedily swallowed every drop as it shot with explosive force from his pulsing cock and I tasted the sweetness of his seed as it flowed down my throat. I held his hard buttocks with both hands not wanting to let him go as his cock slowly softened slipping from my lips. He stroked my hair gently, my head and cheek lying against his warm slick cock. I was breathing heavily, gasping when I felt him lift me effortlessly with his hands in my armpits where shoulder and bicep join.

His lips were soft and he sucked the remnants of his sperm from my mouth. Slipping one strong muscled arm around my waist and with his other hand on my back he held me close the beat of his heart matching mine and he lowered me onto the soft crimson velvet of his cloak. He lay beside me stroking my chest and abdomen twisting his fingers in the pubic hair covering my pelvis. His fingers felt like butterfly wings caressing me his eyes glowing softly and he smiled his teeth flashing. Sitting up and twisting around he lowered his head and I felt his lips touch the head of my cock sending a shudder through me. I gasped at the intense sensation of feeling my cock sliding down into the depths of his satiny soft throat. The muscles of his throat massaged the length of my throbbing cock sending waves of intense excitement flowing over me. My muscles tightening from the intensity of his sucking mouth drawing my seed from the depths of my loins exploding with the force of a volcanic eruption filling his mouth and throat with. He held my cock deep in his throat and without warning he thrust a finger deep into my anus touching my over sensitive prostrate gland and I drove my gushing cock deeper, groaning and thrashing feeling waves of blinding heat cover me. I must have passed out from the ecstatic body wracking sensation of the total draining of the life giving fluids from my balls. When I floated down from the heights of one of the most climactic experiences of my sexual life, his face was over mine, his eyes gleaming. I knew deep within me that I would give him my life, without question, if he asked me.

Laying his hand over my heart and an arm under my head he spoke. His voice was soft and almost melodious but very clear and distinct.

"Would you like to serve me Klaus and enjoy the euphoric ecstasy of eternal youth? I have watched you fight in many battles with dedication and compassion and I have wanted you as my lover, my companion. If you wish you may serve me in my realm of immortality." He said gently and leaning down brushed my lips with his.

"Serve you in a realm of immortality?" I asked, feeling my heart quicken.

I had heard the legends and stories told and re-told over the ages of those that lived in the shadows and had the power of immortality. There were stories of creatures that sucked the blood of the living leaving them to die while they disappeared into the night but no one had ever told of seeing one of these creatures. What this magnificent being that held me in his arms offered was mind numbing yet I had the overwhelming desire to be by his side always.

He hovered over me, his soft blue eyes holding mine. I returned his gaze inhaling deeply before answering when he spoke softly almost whispering.

"Only if you wish Klaus, I cannot force you. Refuse and you will only remember this as having been a pleasant sexual interlude, nothing else. Your acceptance must be of your free will and without reservation."

"Then, I wish to be with you forever my Baron." I said with an unabashed adoration, no feeling of apprehension or nervousness.

The deep blue of his eyes blazed and for a few brief moments it was as if he grew in stature and was suspended over me, a golden aura surrounding us. Words were not spoken and I had only the feeling of absolute bliss and contentment. He exerted a light upward pressure on the back of my neck with his hand and as I closed my eyes I glimpsed his lips parting, exposing needle sharp fangs slowly lowering to my throat. I felt no pain, only a light pressure and then an intense tightening of my muscles followed by a sense of warmth spreading through my body consuming me and then he and I were floating together in a golden vortex, my body pressed to his. I slowly slipped into a deep soothing sleep, my Barons arms around me.

When I woke I felt only the sereneness of being, no fatigue. I was naked but dressed in a full-length black robe and resting on a black marble catafalque. The Baron stood over me dressed as I was except he wore a robe of crimson. We were in a chamber flooded with the soft golden light shed by flaming faggots held in wall sconces. His golden hair reflected the light forming a halo like glow around his head and his eyes sparkled like blue diamonds.

"Welcome Klaus, welcome too my kingdom." He said softly almost reverently.

"Where am I, how long have I slept?" I asked sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the catafalque, the pangs of hunger stabbing in my stomach like a knife.

"So many questions Klaus. All will be answered in due course. For now though, I can see you are hungry. Rise and stand before me."

I stood as he ordered and he moved closer pulling me to him. His hard muscled body felt warm and comforting but there was no sexual urge within me, only an intense feeling of hunger. The Baron's eyes blazed and I leaned my head back exposing my throat to the soft kiss of his lips and again no pain as his needle sharp fangs sank deep in my jugular. A feeling of complete ecstasy spread over and through me as he drank momentarily and then withdrew.

"Now." He said. "Do as I did but stop when I tell you and no longer."

He held me tight and leaned his head back as I had, exposing the softness of his throat. I felt a fire burning in my breast along with a deep hunger and lowering my head I kissed his throat sinking my fangs into his jugular tasting the warmth of his life's blood flowing into me. I felt a power coursing through my veins as I drank the elixir of life until the Barons soft voice spoke in my head and I withdrew, heeding his warning.

At the same time as I drank from the Baron I felt his cock growing swelling between us and I responded, hot blood filling my cock.

When I withdrew from his throat he looked at me his eyes gleaming softly and stepping away he slipped the sash holding his robe shut revealing his magnificent body and his thick hooded cock thrusting forward from its nest of golden pubic hair. Without hesitating I disrobed, my eyes feeding on his beauty and I reached out to him whispering in my mind. "Take me my lord, accept all that I am and make me one with you forever." He slipped into the circle of my arms, wrapping his around my body, and our lips met with a passion as if we had been long absent one from the other.

Gently breaking the kiss he lifted me in his powerful arms and briefly gazed into my eyes. He laid me again on the velvet-covered catafalque his eyes holding mine and I felt a sensation of oneness with him, my body quivering with the desire to belong to him. He seemed to float over me and then lifting my legs onto his shoulders he leaned into me pressing my legs against my heaving chest. His eyes gleamed and I felt the head of his pre-seminal fluid slick cock pressing against the entrance too my rectal passage. I relaxed my muscles allowing his huge cock entry and he slipped deeper and the ecstasy of being impaled on his thick cock flowed over me and I moaned.

"Yesssssss my baron. I am yours, take me."

The Baron was gentle and moved with longs slow strokes until we both climaxed together. I felt his cock swelling growing harder and then with a loud moan from deep within his chest he thrust his cock deep filling me with his sperm as my aching cock exploded with the force of a volcano covering my chest and stomach with the hot sperm from my loins. We lay together for some minutes feeling the completeness of being one with each other and I had the feeling that our relationship had been consecrated in both the physical and metaphysical spheres of life.

Over the years I learned from his example and we enjoyed each other physically but we never sustained our metaphysical needs after that first time. We went on several forays together meeting and making love with handsome strong young men and thereafter, many visited the Manor. I learned from the Baron how I should drink my fill of their youth but they only would know that we had enjoyed a wonderful sexual evening together.

My Baron has kept his promise and I have served him as he had asked. Over the years our relationship has grown the stronger for it.

Others that had preceded me forgot their station and suffered the consequences.

"Dieter, why don't you finish eating and while you are doing that, I'll see if I can find you a robe and I'll prepare one of the bedchambers. From the looks of the weather you will be staying in the Manor tonight."

"Has it gotten that bad outside Klaus?" Dieter said turning and looking out the huge kitchen windows. "My superiors are waiting for the Barons reply." He said almost as an afterthought.

The thickness of the falling snow being driven by an increasing wind blocked the already meager light from coming through the windows. I didn't detect a note of real concern in Dieter's voice and probing his mind telepathically confirmed it. He had secretly been hoping he would not have to return tonight and I planted the thoughts of having a warm bed to sleep in.

"Yes, I don't think much traveling will be done until tomorrow. Finish you meal, I'll be back in a few minutes with a change for you." I said.

"Thanks Klaus, do you think the Baron will mind? A warm bed would be nice on a night like this even alone." He said glancing at me, a twinkle in his eye, his hand squeezing the head of his cock.

"I don't think you need worry about the Baron's displeasure Dieter. I've never known him to refuse accommodations to anyone." I said looking at him and watching the movement of his hand, licking my lips not knowing the Baron had entered the room until he spoke, the dulcet tone of his voice filling the room.

"Be sure and make your young guest comfortable Klaus, it is very nasty outside."

Klaus turned quickly and Dieter snapped to attention almost falling over the bench he had been sitting on. His stature was magnificent, his thick chest muscles straining as he stood at attention but he looked almost comical with his thick cock stretched down his thigh a very obvious wet spot where the crown would be.

"My Baron, I did not know you had risen!!" I said softly "This is Corporal Raiche. He is from the Headquarters of Oberfuhrer Reinhardt in Stuttgart and he has a message for you."

"Herr Baron." Dieter almost shouted snapping his thickly muscled arm up in the Nazi salute. "I have been ord. . . . . ."

"Yes, yes Dieter, I know why you are here. Please relax, there's no need for salutes, we don't stand on ceremony." Baron Frederich said cutting him off with a wave of his arm.

Dieter started to protest but he stopped when he saw the Baron's eyes flash briefly and I interceded.

"May I be of service Baron? Some food perhaps?"

"No food Klaus. But I would like some wine brought to my chambers, two glasses please."

Before I could answer, his voice filled my mind.

"I have a guest Klaus. After you bring the wine, I won't need you. Enjoy your young stallion, I envy you that pleasure."

"Thank you my Baron."

His eyes were sparkling as he looked at Dieter, the tip of his crimson tongue running over his lips. I knew he was enjoying himself

"Will there be anything else Baron?"

"Not tonight Klaus." He said and then called out, "Dieter."

"Yes Baron." Dieter almost shouted snapping to attention.

"Klaus will take care of your needs tonight. Tomorrow we will leave for Stuttgart and you may act as an escort. I will explain your absence to General Reinhardt. Relax and let Klaus take care of you, I am sure you will enjoy your visit." He said turning and leaving, the folds of his long crimson robe swirling around him.

Dieter stood dumfounded his mouth gaping as if he had seen an apparition and not the Baron von Richthofen. His initial surprise brought a smile to my face; the Baron had that influence on people.

"Dieter, finish your meal and I will show you to your bedchamber when I return from taking care of the Baron's needs." I said, amused by his needlessly subservient demeanor.

He sat down in a semi-state of shock and for a moment I wondered if he had been pre-conditioned by a probe from the Baron. His will power and telepathic abilities were daunting but it was unlike him to interfere without warning. When Dieter picked up his spoon and started eating his soup I felt better and set about selecting the wine the Baron had requested.

Knowing there was a guest in the Baron's bedchamber, I selected a bottle of Dom Perignon 1811 Champagne from the cellar. Cleaning the bottle thoroughly and preparing it for opening, I placed it with two crystal champagne goblets etched with the Richthofen crest on a silver tray.

I used the private stairway to reach the Baron's bedchamber and on entering I saw he was physically occupied, a strikingly handsome young man in his arms. I noiselessly moved across the chamber and placed the tray on the table beneath the Neckar River tapestry noticing the black uniform of an SS Major lying across one of the chairs and two highly polished boots on the floor.

I left silently, returning the same way I had entered. Dieter waited in the kitchen and my heart was racing in anticipation of fulfilling his needs and mine.

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