My Beloved Pet

Giles received a violent blow to the back of his neck and fell to his knees, moaning with pain and seeing stars. He suddenly felt an ice cold hand closing around his neck and fingers of steel squeezing tightly. He began to choke, and sucked up the cold air attempting to breathe. His face was turning purple as he fought for breath. He was suffocating, dying. Still he was not ready to give up, to die like this. With a last burst of anger-fuelled determination, he kicked the vampire, who immediately increased the pressure on his throat. The Watcher was beginning to pass out, when the hand choking him loosened. Through a grey veil of oxygen deprivation and corneal pressure, he vaguely saw Xander hitting the vampire who had tried to strangle him, punching him hard in his game face. The boy was roaring: "No one hurts my Giles!"

"My Giles..." the Englishman whispered, smiling; so very happy, so very content and so very fulfilled to be Xander´s lover, to be HIS completely; body, mind and soul.

Giles suddenly cried out in surprise when another vampire lunged at him, grabbing him around the throat again. He tried to react, but the undead was just too fast and too strong for him. He felt his air passage being cut off and swung at the vampire. The vampire responded immediately, driving an upper cut punch into the human´s stomach. Giles doubled over in pain and slumped to the ground, allowing his assailant to hold him on his knees. The evil creature showed his fangs and sank them into Giles´ neck. He gave a violent start and let out a cry of pain as the evil creature started to drain him. Giles´ vision was greying, blurring, but he refused to give up the fight. He swung at the vampire, catching him right across the jaw. The yellow–eyed demon growled in rage and punched Giles in the head with both fists, then lifted him into the air and threw him to the ground. Giles howled in pain as his head smashed into a tree behind him. He collapsed heavily in the mud, unconscious.

Xander looked around and saw Giles lying on his back near a tree. He looked deathly white in the moonlight, and he wasn´t moving. Xander rushed towards the man he loved, sank to his knees beside his prone form and pressed his fingers to the side of his neck that the fangs had pierced. A little blood had stained the collar of his shirt. He found the pulse, which was strong and regular, and sighed in relief.

Giles slowly regained consciousness some minutes later; the first thing he became aware of was his pounding headache, and then the hardness of the ground under him. He wanted to stand up but couldn´t. He felt completely drained. Xander knelt down next to him, his face worried, and smiled weakly at him.

"I´m... all right. I just have another concussion, a big bump on my poor head, and two holes in my neck. Vampires?"

"Dusted. I´m pretty good with a stake now."

"Buffy?"

"She´s kicking more vampire ass somewhere in the cemetery. I told her I would bring you back home and take care of you... can you get up and walk, Giles?"

"I don´t know."

Once upright, everything began spinning around him. He was assailed by a wave of dizziness and nausea so intense that his legs began to buckle and he started to fall. The blood was pounding in his head. He felt his body flush and he broke out into a cold sweat that drenched his clothes in seconds. Xander caught him before he could hit the ground.

"I believe that I´m going to carry you, Watchermine," he said to Giles, before the older man lost consciousness again.

Giles´ place, later, in the bathroom.

Xander placed a bandage on the two holes left by the vampire´s fangs in Giles neck, then examined a bump the size of an egg which Giles had on his temple. It was already a mottled red and purple.

"Nasty bump you´ve got there, slave," he said, worried.

"Don´t worry, Master. I´m quite accustomed to being hit on the head. It´s nothing, really."

"You´re sure?"

"Yes I am, my Master."

The boy put a little anti–inflammatory cream on it with his finger, making the Watcher grimace with pain.

"Shhh... it´s almost done. There... now be a good boy and strip of your clothes and get into the bathtub. You´re covered with mud and need to be cleaned up."

Giles complied gladly, desperately trying to forget his very painful headache and awful nausea. Once he was in the bathtub, Xander turned on the shower and started to wash Giles gently, sponging him down from head to toe, taking special care with his genitals. Then Xander pulled him out of the shower and told him to stand still while he towelled him dry. Giles nodded and let his Master dry his hair with the towel. He usually enjoyed letting himself be showered, just like a child, but this time he was in no fit state to enjoy it. His headache had become unbearable. He felt so very weak. Suddenly he fell to his knees.

"No, pet, get up," said Xander smiling fondly, thinking the other man was on his knees to thank him for taking care of him. "You don´t need to thank me this time. You are my beloved pet; I have to take care of you."

Giles got up painfully then rushed towards the toilet and vomited in it until his stomach was empty and his eyes watered. When he stood up, his head was spinning. He could feel the blood pounding at his temples and his heart thumping against his ribs as if he had just run a marathon, and lost. His legs buckled under him. He dropped to the floor in a boneless heap.

"Oh God! Giles!"

Xander knelt beside Giles and gently turned him onto his back. For the second time that night he checked the Watcher´s vital signs. His airway was open; his breathing shallow and rapid, his pulse was weak and also rapid. His skin was clammy and greyish. Xander took his lover´s hand in his and called his name, but Giles didn´t move.

"I´ll be right back!" the boy said before getting up. He then rushed into the living room to call 911.

Sunnydale General Hospital, later.

Dr. Peterson entered the crowded waiting room, his face grave. He glanced at the tall, well–built, dark–haired young man there who was pacing nervously near the front door.

"Mr. Harris?"

Xander abruptly stopped walking and then ran towards the physician. He immediately asked: "How is he, doctor? Is he going to be OK?"

"Are you related to Mr. Giles?"

Xander paled and shivered. "No, I´m his... friend. Why? What is happening, doctor? Is it serious? Is Giles... ?"

Paul Peterson shook his head. "He´s not dead, yet."

"Yet?" Xander croaked, horrified.

"Mr. Harris, you must know that your friend has had numerous concussions and even severe head traumas in the last two years. They weakened his skull and his brain. The blow he received to his head earlier has had serious consequences, I´m afraid. Mr. Giles is in a coma. He is totally non–responsive to stimuli, his pupils are dilated and non–responsive to light, and his EEG readings are flat. In other words, he has massive brain damage."

"But he´s still alive? "

"Yes, but barely. You should warn your friend´s family of what has happened to him, and as soon as possible. I am really sorry, but he´s dying."

Xander nodded, dumb, unable to think or feel. "Giles´ parents are dead and he has no family left except an uncle living in Australia. May I see Giles, please?

"Not yet, he´s still in ICU. Later."

Dr. Peterson walked away. Xander slumped in a chair and buried his face in his trembling hands. He sobbed, finally realizing Giles was dying, that he was going to lose him.

Giles´ room, the next morning.

Buffy pulled a chair up near the hospital bed on which Giles was lying; white, cold and unmoving, as though he was already dead. That impression was reinforced by the fact that, even after a few hours, her Watcher´s face already looked sunken and older than it should. Wires and tubes connected him to different machines, which buzzed and flashed. To help him to breathe a plastic tube had been pushed in his mouth and down his throat. Buffy turned to Xander, who was sitting in an armchair near the window. He was pale and tense. His eyes were red, puffy and wet. He had been crying.

"I love him, Buffy," the boy said, with a voice hoarse with sorrow.

Buffy nodded. "Yes I know. I love him too."

Xander shook his head. "You have a daughter´s love for Giles, but I don´t love him like a surrogate father."

The Slayer blinked at him, then gaped at Xander, more than astonished.

"Xander... you´re in love with Giles?"

"Yes, and he´s in love with me, too. We have been lovers for two weeks now, Buffy." Tears rolled down his cheeks again and he muffled a sob. "I love him so much. I don´t want to lose him..."

"You won´t lose him, Xander," Buffy said decidedly. "He´s going to stay alive and he´ll feel fine shortly."

The boy shook his head in distress. "That´s not possible, Buffy. He´s dying."

Buffy smiled soothingly. "He´ll pull through, Xander. I just know he will. And I know how."

Rollo´s bar, downtown Sunnydale, later.

Buffy knew that Ethan Rayne liked going for a beer in the seedy bars of Sunnydale mostly frequented by the demons and vampires who had managed to escape her. She discovered him in the sixth bar she visited. She spotted the sorcerer leaning on the bar, a glass of beer in his hand, and headed towards him.

Ethan Rayne sipped at his beer, wiping the foam from his lower lip with the back of his hand, then raised his eyes towards the big mirror placed just in front of him, on the other side of the bar. It reflected an image of the smoke filled seedy bar room, crammed with customers. Most of them were vampires and demons, call girls and the down on their luck. Some of the human patrons who weren´t drunk were dead, drained. Two vampires had tried to bite him when he arrived, but the magical force field which protected him had dusted them. Nobody had approached him since, except the barman.

Taking another mouthful of beer, Ethan frowned. Almost all of the customers were suddenly hurling themselves towards the back door, frightened and panicked. Then he saw Buffy´s reflection in the mirror and whispered:

"Uh! Oh! Trouble."

Intending to run, he was caught by Buffy who moved faster than he could see and grabbed him by the arm. She sent him slamming against the closest wall. Breathlessly, Ethan collapsed, moaning with pain. Buffy was on him before he had time to make even the slightest gesture. She closed her hand around his neck and began to choke him. Ethan tried to get free by punching Buffy in the stomach. The Slayer grunted and increased the pressure on the sorcerer´s throat.

"Calm down Ethan! I´m not here to beat you to a bloody pulp, well not yet. I need your help."

When Ethan began to suffocate, Buffy loosened her grip on him. He immediately collapsed onto the floor, his face purple, panting. The slayer grabbed the sorcerer by his hair and dragged him to his feet.

"Giles is in a deep coma and he´s dying. I want you to use your magic to save him. Can you do that?"

Ethan nodded.

Buffy grinned. "Good! Do it and I promise to let you go after that, intact. Let´s go!"

Ethan´s ´treatment´ was working: Xander, Buffy and Willow saw Giles take a deep, shuddering breath, his head tilting back as he inhaled. The sorcerer glanced at the monitors. Now his old mate´s pulse was strong and steady, his breathing was deeper, and colour was returning to his skin. Giles moaned, opened and screwed up his eyes. The light hurt them, but he succeeded in keeping them opened.

"Hello, old chap," Ethan said, quite happy to see Giles was conscious. "How are you feeling?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "You don´t have a question a little more intelligent than that one, Ethan?"

Giles looked around the room, confusion clearly visible on his face, "What? Where? Oh! Hospital!"

Xander moved over to the bed in which his lover lay and crushed his lips on his. Buffy and Willow, embarrassed, looked down at their feet and Ethan stared at the two men in utter surprise. Then flames of jealousy burnt in his eyes as the Watcher kissed the boy back, moaning and wrapping his arms around him. Ripper was HIS. He rushed towards the couple, grabbed Xander by his shoulder and shoved him away from Giles.

"Stay away from him! He´s mine! Always will be!" Ethan told the boy menacingly, tightening his fists, bluish magical energy glowing around them. "He belongs to no one but me!"

Giles glared at Ethan and groaned. "I don´t belong to you anymore, Ethan! I belong to Xander now. I´m HIS, not yours. I don´t love you anymore, but I love him deeply, madly. Understand? Now get out of here and leave Sunnydale before Buffy kicks your ass and breaks all your bones."

Ethan bent over Giles, murmured something in Latin and took his face in his hands, then pulled him forward into a kiss. Xander wanted to hurl the sorcerer out of the room and then pummel him, but froze when he saw his lover´s fingers slide up into the wavy hair at the nape of Ethan´s neck, holding his head still while he attacked his mouth, moaning.

"Giles... but..." he croaked, aghast.

Ethan moved back from Giles and gave a victorious grin. "See? He´s mine." He stroked the Watcher´s jaw then placed a finger on his lips. Giles licked it then sucked on it, making playful wet noises to arouse Ethan. "See? Ripper wants me."

Xander frowned. "You´re a sorcerer! You have used magic to "bewitch" him! He doesn´t love you! You heard him! "

The sorcerer giggled. "Yes, I have ‘bewitched’ him... when kissing him. Now he´s mine again. Go play with boys your own age and forget Ripper. The man is MINE."

Xander sent a distressed look to Buffy and Willow, wanting them to help him somehow, but the two young women didn´t look at him. They were watching Giles licking Ethan´s palm like a dog would lick his Master´s hand to show his affection. Both felt `eeewed´.

"Buffy, do something to help me, please," Xander asked his best friend. "Giles is mine."

"Not any more, Xander," Buffy told her friend. "But we´ll find a way to break Ethan´s spell, won´t we, Willow?"

Willow nodded. "Sure, we will!"

Ethan giggled. "You can try...but there´s no way to break this spell."

Willow was the first to leave the room. Buffy took Xander´s hand and pulled him behind her while heading to the door.

When the teenagers were in the corridor, Ethan kissed Giles on his forehead this time. "Mine, " he said, feeling so very happy.

Giles´ place, three days later.

Ethan opened the chest placed at the end of the bed on which his pet sat, naked, waiting impatiently for his orders. It was time to play with his Ripper. From it he took four silk scarves, and a cock ring with a velcro fastening.

"On your back, Ripper!"

Giles complied with pleasure, shivering with anticipation. Slowly and gently Ethan tied first his pet´s wrists, then his ankles. When his slave was bound he stepped back and with a mischievous smile parted his legs and began to pump his own penis, never taking his eyes off Giles. The Watcher was now fully erect and bucking his hips helplessly.

"Yes, slave?" Ethan asked, with a mischievous smile. "Do you want to ask me something?"

"Master, please..."

"Beg for what you want, slave. That´s a good boy," Ethan said mockingly, his right hand stroking his cock while his left hand played with his balls.

"Please fuck me, my Master!"

Ethan chuckled. "You´re a slut, Ripper! Are you sure you want my dick in your ass?"

Giles nodded. "Yes please, my Master..."

"Greedy boy!"

Ethan was approaching the bed when he noticed Ripper´s ex–lover heading towards him, his right fist raised. The boy hauled back and hit him hard, square in the jaw, with everything he had. Everything went black. The sorcerer collapsed on the floor like deadweight, KOed. Xander then sat on the bed next to Giles, surveying him with possessive eyes.

"I love you, Giles! I love you so much! And you´re mine! * mine *," the young man said, "You´re mine and not his. And now the spell." He cast a rapid spell in Latin and then kissed Giles on his lips... and moaned in pleasure and satisfaction (Giles was his lover again) when their tongues lapped gently at each other. He moved back slightly, untied Giles and asked him: "How do you feel?"

Giles sat on the bed and glanced at Ethan sprawled on the rug, out cold. "I´m fine. What happened?"

Xander was very surprised. "You don´t remember? Ethan used his magic to make you his lover again at the hospital. Well, rather his pet, obviously... you were his pet twenty years ago, right?"

Giles nodded. "Yes, I loved to be dominated then, too. I was his `wild beast´ he had tamed and trained."

Xander smiled, amused. "His wild beast, huh? Did you have a collar and a leash?"

"Yes. And a cage."

"Whoa! Did you love Ethan?"

"Yes, I did. But I don´t love him any more... Xander you have obviously used magic too to... regain me. Willow helped you?"

The boy nodded. "Yes. She tried for days to find a way to break what Ethan did to you... He had `bewitched´ you with a spell and a kiss and she didn´t find anything until this morning. She found the spell Ethan cast on you in one of your books and I chanted it before kissing you... now you and I are reunited, Giles."

Giles nodded. "Yes, we are." He looked down at Ethan´s prone figure again. "He needs to be punished... and I know how..."

"How?"

"Do you remember Dazan? He lives near the docks and has a harem of male galaazed demons. He helped us twice to locate a group of vampires Buffy and I dusted. He told me once he would love to have a human in his harem to play with him... and I think I´ve someone to offer to him..."

Ethan regained consciousness to find himself chained, spread–eagled, to a wall in a basement. He was immediately overwhelmed by pain. There was a butt plug in his ass, a pair of tight and heavy clamps on his nipples, and he could feel the snug pressure of a cock ring around the base of his penis and testicles. He pulled on the cuffs that held him prisoner in an attempt to free himself, but didn´t succeed. He jumped when the door opened, and he looked up to see a man in a white suit coming down the stairs... he gasped, realizing the man had purple skin, and was in fact a demon. He shivered in fear when he noticed he held a whip.

Dazan surveyed Ethan with possessive eyes. "You look lovely like this, you know?" He went close to the sorcerer and licked his lips. "You taste very good, human!"

"Fuck you!" Ethan growled, glaring at his tormentor to be.

"No, you won´t, but I will, soon. But before that it´s time for your preparations, my lovely human."

"Preparations? What preparations?"

"You will be shaved entirely and cleaned, inside and out. After that I´ll start to train you as a sex slave..."

Ethan paled. "No, please..." he breathed, terrified.

Dazan grasped the sorcerer´s penis, started to stroke it and grinned. "I´m sure that you´ll make an excellent sex slave."

"Nooooo!"

Giles´ place, later.

Xander looked down at the man kneeling at his feet, his head bowed in respect for his Master, waiting for his orders, and felt a rush of power. Giles was HIS. The older man´s hands were cuffed behind his back and his ankles restrained by shackles, he had a cock ring around the base of his penis and testicles and there was a heavy chain hanging from his leather collar.

Xander took the end of it and lifted Giles´ chin up. "Rule number one. You´re not permitted to speak until spoken to or given the right to speak."

"Yes, my Master."

"Rule number two. You´re my property, my possession, and I can take you any way I want. Understood, slave?"

"Yes, my Master."

"Good! Rule number three. You will address me as `Master´ or `Sir´, never Xander."

"Yes, my Master."

"Good! Rule number four. You have no name other than ‘slave’ or ‘sex slave’ or ‘pet’."

"Yes, my Master."

"Good! Rule number five. From now on, if you have something to ask me you will prostrate yourself in front of me like a humble servant. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Stand up, slave!"

Giles stood up and lowered his eyes respectfully. Xander gently stroked his cheek. He kissed the other man on his lips then moved back a little. "And, finally... let me tell you that I love you, I love you so very much, I love you more than anything in the world."

Giles beamed. "I love you too, Xander... as much as you love me."

Xander nodded. "I know. Well... you have called me Xander, slave. You have broken rule number three. You´re going to be punished for that. On the bed, on your elbows and knees!"

Giles obeyed happily and shivered in anticipated pleasure as his Master locked his chain to the headboard with a padlock. Xander slid one hand down to cup his lover´s ass possessively. A finger circled around the older man´s tight opening suggestively. Giles shivered, moaned into the pillow and shifted his knees wider. Xander took the lubricant from the bedside table and oiled two fingers. He then eased a finger inside his lover, making him gasp. He added a second finger and began thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm, gently stretching the puckered entrance. He eventually added a third just as Giles was moaning his name, over and over again, shaking in desire. Finally, Xander knew that his slave was ready.

"You want me inside you, don´t you, slave?" Xander asked, retrieving a plug from the drawer in the bedside table.

Giles nodded. "Yes, my Master. Please."

Xander shook his head. "As you have broken the third rule, you´re going to have a plug inside you, not me. And you´re going to stay in that position while I go shopping. Understood?"

Giles nodded again. "Yes, Sir." And he gasped as Xander gently eased the plug into him. Although it was painful, he managed not to tense up, instead forcing himself to relax further. "Please forgive me, my Master. I won´t break that rule anymore. I promise."

Xander stood up and slid his fingers from Giles lower back to his butt and inside the crack. "I know, slave. Now I have to go. Stay in that position and wait for me. I won´t be long."

"Yes, my Master."

Much later.

Xander groaned in appreciation when he came back into the bedroom. Giles hadn´t moved an inch since he´d been gone. [Good boy,] he thought. He pulled the latex organ out of Giles´ ass and heard the older man moan at the sensation of loss. He then rolled his lover on his side and freed him of the cock ring, which had maintained him painfully erect for hours. The Watcher mumbled a `thank you, Master´ and gasped when Xander started to stroke his rock hard shaft.

"Come for me, slave!"

Giles thrashed as best he could with his wrists and ankles restrained, his neck locked to the headboard, pushing up his aching penis against his Master´s fingers. He pumped up and down, hard and fast, helplessly as his desire begged to be relieved. Each stroke brought him closer to a climax and he moaned and panted as he climbed higher and higher.

"God! You´re so beautiful, Giles," Xander said, finding the vision of his lover ramming his cock into his fist to be one very intoxicating sight. "You´re so damn beautiful!"

Giles continued his thrusting, increasing the tempo; he knew it wouldn´t be long now. He shouted at the top of his voice when he climaxed. The semen shot out to land on Xander´s hand and shirt. The boy then grabbed on to his slave, spent and shaking from his powerful climax, and held him until he calmed down. For long minutes, Giles couldn´t speak. Just panted.

"Are you all right, pet?" Xander asked the older man as Giles continued to try to control his breathing.

The Watcher regarded him through half–lowered lids. A tired smile surfaced and he whispered: "Yes, my Master."

Xander brushed a dark brown curl, sprinkled with silver, off Giles´ forehead and then lightly touched the sweat dampened forehead with his lips. "I love you." His tongue probed Giles´ mouth until the swollen lips parted, allowing his tongue to hungrily invade. He captured his lover´s head between his hands, his fingers becoming entwined in the damp hair. After a time Xander broke the kiss and said again: "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Giles hissed as the boy licked the tip of his softening penis and sucked the juice beaded in the slit.

"Mmmmm... you´re delicious, my pet. And I want you," Xander said before removing his lover´s restraints. He kissed the bruised wrists and ankles then gently rolled Giles on his stomach. "I´ll be gentle, I promise. You have suffered enough for today."

"Thank you very much, my Master, you´re very kind," Giles murmured, slowly falling asleep.

Xander shook Giles´ shoulder. "Don´t fall asleep! I want you to participate! Be a good boy and I´ll let you sleep after."

"Yes, Sir."

Xander took his pants and briefs off then moved onto the bed until he was kneeling behind Giles, and pushed the older man´s legs apart. He gently raised the Watcher´s stomach off the bed and placed a pillow beneath him, raising his ass slightly. He then leaned down and began to lick it, nibbling here and there from time to time, causing his pet to writhe under his touch.

"Aaaah!... My Master!..."

"Don´t talk, slave!" Xander ordered. "You can sigh, whimper, moan, groan, grunt, and cry out, shout, scream, but I don´t want to hear a single word, understood? Otherwise you will be punished, and you don´t want to be punished again, do you?"

Giles shook his head.

"Good!"

Xander parted Giles´ buttocks to reveal the puckered entrance to his body and in one lick, drew his tongue from the anus to the hot testicles. He repeated this several times, running his tongue up and down until Giles began thrusting his hips into the mattress, groaning. Xander then turned his attention to the tight orifice. He swirled his tongue around and around it, loosening the tight channel in readiness for more, and then slid the tip of his tongue inside. He started to thrust in and out. After a while Xander pulled his tongue out and replaced it with the tube of lubricant. He squeezed it and used two fingers to spread the oily substance inside his lover, enjoying his low moans and groans of pleasure. Then the boy reached for the small foil package on the bedside table. He carefully tore it open and removed the condom, rolling it onto his throbbing penis. Then taking the lube again he smoothed it slowly and carefully over the condom. He then tossed the tube aside, and with a hand resting on Giles´ lower back, he guided himself towards his wanton anus.

Xander pushed gently but firmly inside, groaning at the tight heat clamping down on him as he entered the rectum. Once he was completely embedded he stilled for a moment, giving his pet time to adjust to his considerable size, as Giles´ tight passage clenched around him. Soon he moved back, then angled his hips to rub his cock against Giles´ prostate. A howl of pleasure was his reward as the Watcher squirmed on the bed then pushed mindlessly against him, welcoming his hard length as he rode his cock. Xander went with it and drove in and out, harder, faster, pumping in a mindless frenzy. Giles rocked with him, panting, moaning aloud, and screaming, on the verge of unconsciousness. Reaching around Xander grasped his pet´s rock hard penis and stroked it in time to their coupling. Giles´ hand joined his in holding it, and they pumped together. The Watcher was out of breath, could see stars in front of his eyes; he had reached bliss.

Xander suddenly withdrew, rolled Giles onto his back and shuddered at the sight of his lover, sweat pouring from his brow, face contorted in need and ecstasy. Grunting, the young man pulled his slave´s legs up, placed them on his shoulders and positioned himself at his entrance again. He plunged inside the older man and carried on thrusting, hitting Giles´ prostate harder each time, before finally explode with a feral cry deep inside his lover and falling forward, his face against his neck. He felt Giles arch up on the mattress underneath him and then moisture against his belly. His slave had climaxed too. He pulled back from the older man, who had passed out in ecstasy and, pulling Giles along with him, he laid down on his side, tossing the bedspread over the both of them as he did. He hugged his lover close and murmured:

"I love you."

Hours later Xander woke to find Giles half lying on top of him, still sound asleep. He rolled Giles onto his back, waking him, then moved to the end of the bed to take a brown paper bag he had placed there the day before. From inside he took a black leather harness and black leather shorts with an opening in the front for the penis and testicles and one at the back on the level of the anus and showed them to a still sleepy Giles.

He grinned and said: "I bought these for you yesterday, my pet. I´m sure you´re going to love them."

Giles nodded, thrilled to wear these accessories. He prostrated himself in front of his Master.

"May I wear them, my Master? Please? * Please * ?"

Xander shook his head. "Not yet, my beloved pet. First you need to have a shower and breakfast. After that you can wear your harness and shorts."

Giles beamed. "Thank you, my Master."

Giles was heading to the kitchen when someone knocked at the door. He opened it and discovered Ethan Rayne in front of him; he was naked and his body was covered with bruises and welts. Dried and fresh blood stained his white skin here and there. He was shaking uncontrollably and his look was haunted. He was weak and terrified.

"Ripper, help me, please! Please! I escaped! He´s after me! He tortured me! Please help me! Save me!"

The sorcerer moaned in pain as his legs gave out. Giles caught him in his arms before he dropped like a deadweight and hoisted him on his shoulder. He carried Ethan to the couch and laid him gently on the cushions. He then ran to look for the first aid kit in the bathroom.

Dazan knocked at the door ten minutes later and Giles spoke him. He told him he had Ethan under his protection, told him that the sorcerer was no longer his, and that he had made a mistake offering him to Dazan because he was still in love with him (it was a lie but Dazan believed it) and that Ethan was HIS. Dazan accepted losing Ethan, but in exchange he asked Giles to find him another slave. The Watcher accepted. The demon then went away.

Later.

Ethan regained consciousness when Giles cleaned his wounds with cotton soaked in alcohol. The pain was atrocious and he cried out. He almost passed out again.

"Dazan did this to you, Ethan?" the Watcher asked.

The sorcerer nodded. "Yes, he raped me! He tortured me!" he glared at Giles and suddenly punched him on the nose. The Watcher cried out in pain and fell to the floor. "You bloody bastard! You gave me to him! It´s entirely your fault! I´m going to kill you!"

He was pulling his fist back to punch Giles again when Xander grasped his neck and pinned him to the couch.

"Don´t hurt my Giles!" the young man growled, his dark eyes flashing with anger.

"Master, please, don´t hurt him," Giles asked Xander, having prostrated himself at his feet.

The boy looked down at his slave, surprised. "Why do you care for him, pet? He´s a worthless piece of s...!"

Giles shifted to Watcher–teacher mode, glared at Xander and roared: "Xander, language!"

The young man blinked, very surprised by the sudden change of attitude of his slave then nodded, understanding that his lover wasn´t playing any more. He was `Giles´.

"I´m sorry," he said lamely.

Giles nodded and shifted to his `his Master´s slave´ role again. "Yes, he´s a nuisance, my Master, but I gave him to Dazan, I´m responsible for what has happened to him. He has every right to be angry with me, to hit me. What I did to him was horrible, unforgivable. I was angry with him at the time, I–I didn´t realize the consequences of my actions." He looked up at Ethan, tears of misery in his eyes. "Please, beat me to a bloody pulp if you wish, Ethan."

Xander let Ethan stand up, grabbing Giles by his hair. He yanked his head backwards, leaned down and crushed his lips on the Watcher´s.

"I won´t beat you up, Ripper, but as reparation for what you did to me, you´ll be my slave for two weeks. Don´t worry, I´ll treat you well, as I did more than twenty years ago." He glanced up at Xander who had opened his mouth to protest. "He´s mine for two weeks! After that period he´ll be yours again, my boy."

Giles nodded. "I accept. That´s a... fair reparation, and a logical one. I´m yours, Ethan."

"NO! I don´t accept! Never!" Xander growled.

"Please, my Master, accept this," Giles pleaded. "I need to make amends for what I did to Ethan."

Xander quivered when he saw shame, guilt, remorse and pain in his lover´s wet eyes. He nodded.

"All right."

Ethan groaned in victory. "Good!" he turned towards Xander. "See you in two weeks!"

Xander left ten minutes later, and Ethan grabbed Giles´ collar and pulled the man behind him towards the bathroom. He turned on the shower then turned around and took a good look at the athlete that was the Watcher. Giles was a superb man, tall and broad of chest and shoulder. His body ran in straight lines from the sides of his solid torso down past his hips to the muscular thighs and long legs. Ethan focused his attention on the long penis nestled under the pubis in a mass of dark curling hair. He grabbed the limp shaft in a possessive gesture and asked his slave:

"What are you?"

"I am a sex slave."

"What is your job?"

"To do as my master commands of me and to please my master."

Ethan laughed then said: "Your previous Master trained you well, slave. Are you a good sex slave?"

"Yes, my Master."

The sorcerer stepped into the bathtub. He grunted in pain as the hot water hit his numerous bruises and welts, and then gritted his teeth. Once he was accustomed to the pain, he ordered his slave to join him and gave him the shower gel and the washcloth.

"Clean me, slave!"

"Yes, my Master." Giles said, guilt squeezing his heart. But he was also disgusted, revolted and humiliated to be Ethan´s slave. He chose to shut down his brain to avoid the suffering and shifted into autopilot mode.

Giles took the shower gel in one hand and the washcloth in the other and started to wash Ethan. He cleaned the sorcerer´s white, red and blue skin with caution, slowly and very gently, not wanting to hurt him. He took special care with his testicles and penis that the heat of the water had started to swell, wanting to please his new Master. And it did. Ethan started to purr and closed his eyes in pleasure.

"Suck me, slave!" Ethan commanded. "Please me."

Giles sank to his knees in the bathtub and said docilely: "Yes, my Master. I´m going to suck you to please you."

Ethan chuckled. "You really are a * slut * Ripper!"

"Yes, my Master."

Ethan tangled his fingers in his pet´s wet hair. "Now suck me and keep your hands behind your back."

"Yes, my Master."

Giles placed his hands behind him and then lapped at the fluid leaking from the head of Ethan´s cock, then nipped gently at the tip. Ethan moaned. The Watcher then licked and sucked the penis bobbing rigidly above his nose. He ran the tip of his tongue around the edge of the head, and then sucked on the tight sac, pulling the testicles into his mouth to caress them. The Watcher then carefully took Ethan into his mouth. He managed to deep throat him without gagging and spent a couple of minutes licking and sucking on him. Then Giles withdrew and ran his tongue over the head and gently pushed the tip of his tongue inside the slit. Ethan hissed and felt his legs become jelly.

"Ooooh! Ripper! You´re still so very good at giving blowjobs! Continue! Make me come."

Billowing his cheeks, Giles sucked hard on the fat tip and then slid down as far as he could go and sucked again. Sliding his mouth up and down, he changed the pressure at whim eliciting moans, groans and grunts of pure pleasure from his new Master who was moving against him now, thrusting into his mouth and throat.

Ethan´s thrusts grew harder and faster, and Giles relaxed his throat to be able to take the full length of the sorcerer´s throbbing shaft. Sensing Ethan was on the edge, needing only a slight push, the Watcher slid a teasing index finger into the tight anus. Predictably Ethan screamed and exploded, pouring into Giles mouth and throat. Giles swallowed the warm rush of bitter fluid that flooded his mouth. Ethan then pulled his softening penis out of the other man´s mouth and Giles cleaned it off.

"Oh, Jesus, slave. That was so good, so damn good."

"Thank you, my Master."

Ethan looked down and saw Giles´ painful erection throbbing and twitching in need of release.

"Get up!"

Giles did as he was told. Ethan reached down with his right hand, running his index finger up the length of the Watcher´s cock. Giles gasped and doubled over at the touch.

"I forbid you to come, slave!" the older Englishman commanded before running his fingers across Giles´ testicles, tickling and teasing, rolling them between his fingers before moving further back along the other man´s perineum. Giles gasped, gritting his teeth, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. "Don´t come Ripper!"

"I can´t... I have to... please Eth... Master! * Please! *" Giles croaked, perspiring abundantly.

"Do you have toys, slave?"

"Yes... my Master."

"In the bedside table?"

"Yes... s."

Ethan smirked. "Don´t move, slave! I´ll be right back! Place your hands on your head and * don´t move * !"

Giles obeyed. The sorcerer left the room leaving Giles on the verge of passing out. When he came back a minute later, he held a black ebony dildo.

"I was sure you still had it, Ripper. It was your favourite toy twenty years ago, and still is, I suppose. Finish yourself with the dildo in your ass! I want to see you fucking yourself!"

"I need the lube, my Master!" Giles whispered, his face contorted in pain. "It´s going to hurt."

Ethan gave him a cruel smile. "I know." He shook his head. "No lube, slave, for you! I think you´re enough wet that it should slide easily inside you! Go on!"

As Giles started to insert the black wooden toy, Ethan sat on the tiled floor so that no detail would escape him. The Watcher´s mouth opened as he slid the head of the fake penis into himself, slowly. He cried out at how large the dildo was. The toy was ripping him in two. The pressure was unbearable and he pulled it back out. Tears rolled down Giles´ livid and hollow cheeks. A second later he pushed it back in again, forcing his anal walls to stretch uncomfortably. Ethan laughed in amusement at Ripper´s pain; his eyes were riveted to the scene.

"Go on Ripper! Push!"

Giles pushed the big artificial shaft deep inside him and squirmed wildly as the head grazed his prostate. He then started a slow thrusting in and out, in and out. Ethan stared with delight as his slave´s eyes rolled up in his head, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream of torturous pleasure; he was incredibly aroused by what was happening in front of his eyes. He got up and stroked all too briefly along the length of his throbbing shaft, then squeezed at the base to prevent himself from coming too soon.

Giles suddenly convulsed, stiffened, and finally ejaculated, hard, spilling hot fluid across the edge of the bathtub. His head spun and his vision faded. He collapsed to his knees on the floor, panting hard.

Ethan grabbed Giles´ head, holding it in place as he plunged his rigid member in the man´s opened mouth. He thrust hard and deep twice before climaxing with a deep groan of pleasure. His whole body was shaken with spasms, his legs turning to jelly as he came down that warm throat. The Watcher gurgled slightly as he swallowed, his eyes closing and squeezing out several of the tears which had pooled there. He tried to swallow Ethan´s semen, but there was too much and some of it ran down his chin.

"Mine, you´re mine!" Ethan whispered possessively, pulling his spent cock out of his slave´s mouth. He sagged back against the wall, his legs trembling from the explosion of his orgasm. "Now be a good slave and clean me up with your tongue."

Giles said "yes, my Master" then licked the sorcerer´s cock clean, looking like a cat licking a bowl full of cream.

"Oh! That was soooo good! Now slave, bring me your butt plug! The larger one, at once."

Giles withdrew the dildo from his aching rectum, managed to get up on shaky legs and then managed to walk, gritting his teeth in pain, and complied. When he came back to the bathroom Ethan ordered him to bend over the bathtub. He did it, still dumb, and waited impassively. His body reacted, he arched and his erection grew, when Ethan plunged the latex penis–shaped toy inside him, but he managed to keep his mind still blank, unable to feel. He was like a living male inflatable doll.

"Good! The plug is going to keep you stretched, open and ready for me." Ethan said, smiling, satisfied. "But breakfast first, hard fuck later. Go prepare breakfast, Ripper."

Giles nodded absently. "Yes, my Master."

Two weeks later

Xander shivered, horror–struck when he saw Giles´ naked body slumped against the cushions beside the headboard. He was shaken by cramps, which tensed and relaxed his muscles and he was breathing heavily. The boy looked into his lover–slave´s eyes but there was nothing there. Giles was looking straight through him, as if he was invisible; his eyes were fixed and almost devoid of life. He was absent. Xander turned towards the sorcerer standing near the bedside table and glared at him.

"What did you do to him?"

"He´s fine, don´t worry. He´s just "out" for the moment. It´s the side effect of the love potion. He´s going to fall asleep in a moment. And tomorrow he´ll be in great shape."

Xander paled. "Love potion? What love potion?"

"Ripper wasn´t very, err... let´s say * responsive * and * enthusiastic * the first days he was my slave. I could have fucked a robot and it would have been the same! So I decided to prepare a love potion and give him a little of it each morning. As expected this potion transformed him into a sex beast! His only thoughts were to please me in any way he could and he eagerly accepted being sucked, rimmed, and fucked. I was even obliged to restrain him with handcuffs and shackles so that I could eat and sleep in peace," he smirked. "I have still a little of this love potion, do you want it, my boy?"

Xander shook his head. "It´s not necessary. Giles loves me; he doesn´t need to be drugged to get pleasure from making love to me. Your two weeks are over, leave now!"

Ethan nodded. "Ripper has paid his debt to me in full. I can leave now. Be seeing you."

Xander watched with pleasure as the man left the room, then sat next to his lover. Giles closed his eyes and fell asleep. Xander quickly undressed then wrapped his arms around the older man and waited for his lover´s breath to steady. He waited to feel Giles´ body relax into sleep, and then snuggled in to join him.

Xander woke up the following morning in Giles´ arms. His lover was half lying on him. He immediately felt something hard and warm pressing against the juncture of his thighs. The boy moved back a little from the Watcher and gently stroked his cheek then kissed him on his forehead and then on his lips. Giles moaned and his eyelids fluttered.

"I love you, Giles."

"Love... you... too," Giles whispered in a sleepy voice. "Need... sleep. Tired. Sleep."

"Sleep, yes. Good idea."

Xander yawned. He needed more sleep too. He snuggled closer to the body next to him and placed a little kiss on Giles´ slightly parted lips. With a little happy sigh he closed his eyes, snuggled even closer to his lover and fell asleep, dreaming of making love to him.

Giles woke up again hours later feeling wonderful. Xander was curled up to him spoon fashion, his arm wrapped possessively around his waist. He rolled over to face his lover and ran his hands over his face, fingertips tracing his jaw line and the curve of his mouth, then he gently trailed kisses across Xander´s collarbone, swirling his fingers through the hair on his chest, pulling at the pink nipples nestled beneath the hair, caressing and fondling them gently, each in their turn, smiling as he heard the moans this elicited from the young man. His mouth worked its way down. He explored the nipples with his lips and tongue this time, one after another and Xander woke up uttering low, contented purrs. He then groaned deep in his throat as Giles suckled him gently, and he arched his back, wanting more. The Watcher understood and moved to his other nipple and gave it equal attention, pleased to please his Master.

Xander rolled on his back and spread his legs granting his slave permission to continue his ministrations. Giles positioned himself between them. He slid his hands down his flat stomach, and down his groin. Xander uttered a small gasp when he brushed the head of his half erect penis. He then groaned when his slave licked his way up to his navel, which he probed with the tip of his tongue. Giles slipped a finger between his lips, and slowly drew it out smiling at the view of his Master shivering with anticipation. He bent over, leaned forward and placed a reverent kiss on the boy´s already glistening cock head. Giles then cupped the now fully erect member, tenderly stroking it. He adored Xander´s cock. It was long and large and he loved looking at it, holding it, tasting it, and having it inside him. Xander let out a strangled scream as the Watcher´s hot mouth drove down on his throbbing cock and arched into it as though he had been stabbed in the back. It felt so good! Giles drew back and closed his fingers around the eager erection bobbing under his nose, swiping his tongue up the underside a couple of times with hard strokes. Xander `aaaaahed´ as his pet took the entire length of him in his mouth again. Giles moved slowly, languorously, from tip to base, his tongue and lips covering Xander´s rigid shaft. Xander was so lost in this sensation, he didn´t notice at first the feel of Giles´ wet finger gently circling his ring of muscle and started to writhe on the bed. He felt his slave´s finger slip inside and he sucked in a hissing breath between his teeth.

"Oh yes! Yes! Oh yesssss, Giles!" he cried out as the finger moved further inside him.

Giles continued to lick and suck his Master´s penis as he moved his finger slowly in and out, relaxing the opening.

"Oh Geez! Take me! Take me!" Xander ordered his slave, pulling his burning cock out of Giles´ mouth, watching the semen and saliva drool from the older man lips.

Giles nodded. "Yes, my Master."

Giles coated his fingers with a thick layer of gel and began to gently probe the entrance to Xander´s body. He slid one finger in and watched the young man squirm with pleasure. He moved his finger carefully inside his lover until he found the prostate, causing Xander to cry out, arch and writhe on the mattress. Giles inserted a second then a third finger into his young lover to stretch his tight ring of muscle. Xander, more than ready, began to thrust against Giles´ fingers. Judging that his lover was ready, Giles removed his fingers then reached for the small foil package on the bedside table. He carefully tore it open and removed the condom, rolling it down over his throbbing penis. Then taking the lube he spread a large amount of the oiled substance carefully over the condom. He then tossed the tube aside.

Giles lifted Xander´s legs so that they lay over his shoulders and then taking his rock hard cock in his hands, he pushed the head inside his Master´s opening. He continued to enter Xander slowly, giving his Master time to adjust to his size, until he was buried completely within his body. He groaned as he felt his member being squeezed inside of Xander as the ring of muscle tightened and then began to relax under the invasion.

"Fuck me, slave," Xander ordered, tightening his legs around Giles´ back, holding him prisoner.

"Yes, my Master."

Giles slowly pulled out, ready to re–enter Xander. He then started to thrust, slowly, gently, savoring the feel of his pulsing flesh sliding back and forth inside the man and hearing his Master`s moans of pleasure, but quickly he accelerated his pace and started a strong rhythm, slamming into Xander with hard and rapid thrusts mercilessly, over and over again. He increased his speed even more, feeling the boy´s orgasm welling up in him, his muscles clenching about his penis in rapture, feeling his own climax rushing upon him, crashing through him. Xander let out a hoarse cry and came, splashing his pet´s stomach and chest. Giles continued to pump in and out of Xander and soon he exploded in his turn with a feral cry, his features contorted in pure bliss. He collapsed on top of Xander, breathing hard, utterly exhausted but sated and contented. Xander´s chest was heaving, and his body trembling, so powerful was his climax. For long minutes the two men couldn´t speak, just panted hard. The boy was the first to recover. He eased himself off Giles´ now softened member. Rolling the older man onto his side, he kissed him softly then, holding the condom, pulled out, tied a knot in the end of it and dropped it in the wastebasket next to the bed. He then flopped on his back, looking at Giles, still lying on his side with a dazed expression on his face.

"Whoa! Whoa! That was incredible," Xander said, wrapping his arms around Giles. He looked into the green, sex–sated eyes, heavy lidded from pleasure. "I love you, Giles. Forever."

"I love you, Xander. Always have. Always will."

Xander held Giles tightly, grinning from ear to ear. "I think you deserve new toys as a reward for such a performance, my beloved pet."

The End

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