The Tiger – Grooming
Xander rose to follow Spike. He was seething inside. His whole life he´d grown up knowing he couldn´t trust demons. For a few minutes while they´d kissed, he´d actually thought this one might be different. He was an idiot. They were all the same, cold and unfeeling. He would not be making that mistake again.
Any desire he´d felt moments before had dissipated, replaced by a burning rage in his belly. He tried very hard to keep his emotions in check. His hard-on had already wilted to almost nothing, and even though he´d made a deal with Spike, he was no longer certain Spike would keep it if Xander became even the least bit disrespectful.
Spike stopped just before he reached the door, and turned to face Xander. Xander was forced to stop short so he didn´t run into his Master.
"You do have such a pretty cock, Xander." Spike said, reaching down to stroke it. "Tell you what, you get hard and keep it that way while we´re on our little walk, and I´ll make sure your sister gets trained as a healer. She´d like that, yeah?"
"Yes, Master," Xander replied unable to keep the resentment out of his voice. Tara would like that, and Spike knew it. Xander´s cock rose as the cool fingers stroked it, until it was fully hard once again. He hated that his body responded to Spike´s touch, that some small and obviously sick part of him enjoyed the vampire´s ministrations.
Spike released him with a smug smile and turned to walk out without another word.
As they walked, Xander didn´t have a fucking clue how he was going to keep himself this aroused. He´d do it though, somehow he had to.
Xander followed Spike through the corridors, hard cock bobbing wildly with every step, He burned with rage and humiliation as they walked past god knew how many vampires. Xander caught the amused glances and heard quite a few snickers. Spike hadn´t even afforded him the courtesy of placing a leash on him, forcing him to freely follow behind and putting his subservience on display even more.
When they reached the check-in for the training center, Spike was led away immediately to wherever sponsors went and Xander was passed off to a squat purple demon with red eyes who was introduced herself as Risa.
Risa´s fiery gaze flicked over him hungrily before she clipped a leash to his collar and tugged him along. She was erratic in her movements, stopping and starting suddenly, forcing Xander to stop short or run into her. Then she would start again moving quickly so the leash would pull taut and Xander would have to move quickly or lose his balance. She would chuff happily to herself each time he nearly lost his footing.
She brought him to a fairly sterile room, with few fixtures, and using a control panel lowered a ring from the ceiling and clipped Xander´s leash to it. She bound his hands behind him tightly and circled around him. A thickly clawed finger traced his erection.
"Could help wit´ dat," she said, hungry gleam in her eye.
Xander was at a loss, as a slave he had no right to refuse a demon, but he had no idea what Spike would do if another demon touched him. Not to mention he was completely revolted by her.
"Gee, I´d like that, but Master Spike ordered me to stay hard," he babbled, in what he hoped was an apologetic tone.
She withdrew her hand and frowned. "Suit yourself," she said angrily. She stormed out of sight.
"Stay ´dere," she chuffed with mean-spirited laughter, and the ring in the ceiling retracted until he was barely able to balance on his toes. She was still laughing as she left the room.
It couldn´t have been too much later when two other demons came in and released him, his vision was starting to go black around the edges, but he hadn´t passed out. He knew they were talking, but their voices seemed tinny and far away.
They freed his wrists and pushed him immediately into a chair that he didn´t remember being there before. His collar was removed and he winced as they poked and prodded his tender neck before they rubbed some kind of cream on it and the pain went away.
They strapped him into the chair, then flipped a switch so it flattened it into a table. He clenched his jaw and stared at the ceiling as they started to work.
Xander didn´t know what was worse, the intense burning pain in his wrist, or the humiliation he felt that Spike had ordered him to be tattooed. And apparently pierced. The creepy demons working on him hadn´t mentioned where he was going to be pierced, he really hoped that it wasn´t anywhere remotely south of the border. Demons weren´t known for their gentleness.
Anger flared in his chest. He wanted to scream and fight being treated like he didn´t exist, but in their eyes he didn´t. He was the property of Spike, to be treated as Spike saw fit. Xander no longer had a say in anything.
So he lay there on their weird folding table, hands strapped down and held above his head. Mechanical device strapped to his right wrist, inking Spikes mark in. The two demons, identical except for their outfits, he´d named Déjá (the one in green) and Vu (the one in blue.) Vu removed almost all of his body hair. He was left with a trail snaking down his belly and a neatly trimmed thatch around his cock. Everything else was gone.
Xander turned his head when the device on his wrist beeped and fell silent. The burning pain stopped immediately. His wrist felt strangely hot, like a mild sunburn, but otherwise was fine. Vu, the demon in blue removed the box, and wiped away the blood coating his wrist. From his angle, he couldn´t see the mark well, only that it was black and about 2 inches long.
He turned his head back so he was facing the ceiling and closed his eyes so the demons wouldn´t see the extra moisture there. He was marked. He felt sick and empty inside. Even if he were to ever get free from this awful place, he´d always have this reminder, this stamp of ownership. And like everything on Abbadon, he knew things could be worse, but he couldn´t find comfort in that. Not today.
Apathy stole over Xander and he found himself unsurprised when his head was strapped in place. Two quick stings later and his ears were pierced. He held his breath and waited for additional stings, but none were forthcoming. As he exhaled, and began to think that this was the last thing he would need to endure, he felt the cold nozzle of a hypo-spray pressed against his left shoulder. A hiss and the brief sting if an injection.
Immediately he felt as if ants were crawling all over his body, inside and out. He recognized the sensation as a spell and said a thankful prayer that he was the one Spike had chosen. If the spell was powerful enough for him to sense it, Tara would have been driven nearly insane. She incredibly sensitive to magic; the Phelon used to have her inspect acquired merchandise for hidden spells.
Once his skin stopped feeling like it was going to crawl off his body, lethargy set in.
"Come this way," Vu said.
He found that his folding table had become a chair again, and he was no longer restrained anywhere. He stood up and followed behind her, feeling off, but unable to determine exactly what was wrong with him.
She led him into some kind of cleaning facility.
"Kneel here," she pointed to a large basin on the floor.
Xander walked over to the low basin, and kneeled down. He was disturbed to realize that his limbs seemed to be moving of their own volition, as if they were on strings or something.
Normally he would have luxuriated in being cleaned for a second time today, but his unhesitatingly responsive state was starting to worry him.
It had to be related to the spell. He wondered if this was going to be his entire existence now. Mind locked in a body that did whatever a demon commanded. He would have shuddered but his body was no longer his.
She spent forever messing with his hair, clipping and styling and doing god knew what else. Once she´d finished with his hair, she started to apply makeup to his eyes, and finished by dusting something all over his body. It was disturbing that Spike had wanted him to be all dolled up like a girl.
Xander was placed in front of a mirror, presumably so he could see what humiliating things they´d done to him. He was surprised that he didn´t look girly at all. His eyes had been outlined in black; drawing attention to them and making them look huge. And his hair was still shaggy, but it looked polished or something. Like every casual wave had been done on purpose. And they´d added different colors to it, so it was several dark shades of brown now, instead of his regular color.
His skin shimmered all over from the sparkly powder she´d dusted on him, and he had a silver ring in each ear. They hadn´t turned his wrist out, so he still couldn´t see the tattoo. Overall it wasn´t as bad as he´d feared. The only thing that looked strange was that he had no collar. He couldn´t remember a time in his life that he´d not had a collar on. His neck felt strangely cool and long. He resented the part of himself that felt uncomfortable with this change.
He didn´t have to be uncomfortable for long. Vu place a new and shiny collar around his neck. It was silver with a huge white stone set in the center flanked by decorative rings. Once a pet, always a pet, he thought bitterly. When he realized the collar clasped magically, the bitterness increased. He had no idea if it was even possible to remove now.
She looked at his flaccid cock and frowned, "You must be hard for your evaluation."
Xander was humiliated to find that his cock started to rise even before she finished her statement. She seemed to be indifferent to his discomfort and once he was fully hard, she snapped some sort of ring tightly around his cock and balls.
"Your Sponsor also requested that you be fully prepared. Please remain motionless." She held a slim wand in her hand. His humiliation was now joined by a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Xander remained still as the wand slid inside him, depositing some sort of lubricant. And while he´d half expected this, being penetrated so casually by an impersonal demon made him sick. At least he was being prepared. Being taken dry sucked--even with healing spells for after, Xander would rather not go through that.
The wand was at least small, and the demon knew what she was doing because it was quick and pain-free. He doubted the size corresponded to Spike´s dick, likely the vampire considered himself generous for even providing this comfort to his slave. He´d be right, so Xander counted his tiny blessing.
"What´d you do to him?" Spike asked angrily.
Vu had led him to what he guessed was an evaluation room and ordered him to kneel. Surprise, surprise, he´d mindlessly followed that order. Bending like their puppet.
"Sir?" And it looked like Déjá was back, resplendent in green. She was poking at her compu-tablet. "He´s been placed under a compulsion and truth spell. Evaluation goes so much more smoothly that way."
Spike was furious. Instead of the angry boy he expected to evaluate, this docile cow was led into the room. He smelled of humiliation and anger, so his boy was in there somewhere. They´d just buried him under their stupid spells.
"Get out," he ordered.
"Sir, we must assist you in the evaluation," Déjá insisted, indignant. Her purple eyes bristled, and her pointed ears seemed to stand up straighter.
Spike tore the compu-tablet out of her hand. "You´ve already fucked up the evaluation. He´s my pet, but because of your spell, he´s ..."
Déjá cut him off, "Xander, do you enjoy performing oral sex upon men?"
"Yes," the answer slipped out. Spike could tell Xander burned with embarrassment.
"What the...?" Spike asked, halting his rant. He watched the two of them.
"Have you taken another man inside yourself?" she asked clinically.
"Yes." More humiliation. Spike tilted his head, looking at the boy. Maybe the spells weren´t such a bad thing after all.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes." Shame now added a lovely dimension to the boy´s scent.
"Ok, I get the point." Spike interjected.
Déjá nodded, and reached for her tablet. "We have several more pages of questions we must work through before we begin the physical evaluation."
Spike shook his head. "Think I can take it from here. Go on, scurry on home, curl up with your incubator or whatever."
"Sir, I must insist," Déjá asserted.
Spikes face shifted, and his fangs descended. "Get out."
"Of course," Déjá said stiffly. She walked briskly to the door and left without another word. The other demon, Vu, followed.
Spike shifted back to human form and tossed the compu-tablet aside. He walked over to Xander and combed his fingers through the boy´s hair, relishing the silky texture.
"Just you and me, pet. Whatever shall we discuss?"
