Nexus Chapter 14
Xander stood away from the vampire, shaking his head broadly from side to side.
Angelus laughed, one sharp bark of disbelief. “Are you actually saying no to me?” The vampire´s tone was incredulous.
It took all of Xander´s courage, but he met the vampire´s eyes and nodded his head resolutely.
“You dirty little whore.” The vampire´s voice was a silky whisper. Xander closed his eyes in pain. Of all the torments that Angelus had begun to inflict on him, it was the words that hurt the most. Xander felt his spirit crumbling every hour, dying away inside him.
Now he stood motionless, head bowed as he heard the demon pour another measure of brandy. He felt, rather than saw Angelus studying him as he drank deeply. He set down the glass and walked back to Xander, and dealt him a hard, open–handed blow across the face, followed by a backhand. Xander fell to the floor, stunned, a cut under his eye bleeding, his mouth awash with blood behind the gag.
Defeated, he stayed on the floor. After a few minutes, Xander felt a cool hand combing tenderly through his hair. It was like a drink of cool water; Xander could have wept with gratitude. He raised hopeful eyes to the vampire´s face, only to sink at the vicious smirk he saw there.
In an instant, the hand in his hair tightened painfully, and Xander cried out around the gag as he was dragged across the room and flung painfully over the table. He was naked, of course; he always was, now, when he was alone with Angelus. He grabbed the edge of the table and held on, eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the strap, or the rape, or both.
He heard the vampire cross the room again to pour himself more brandy. He was drinking very heavily, and Xander felt sick with dread. Invariably, the more Angelus drank, the worse it was for Xander. It was already bad; his right eye was swelling shut, and his mouth was still bleeding around the gag.
“Hey, y´know what, Xan?” Xander lay still, wary. “It really would be rude to make you get fucked if you don´t want to, wouldn´t it? Tell y´ what. We´ll play a game instead. We can break out some of my toys! It´ll be fun!” The vampire had bent over to look Xander in the eye, grinning crazily. Xander shuddered. This was gonna be bad….
With a lighthearted whoop, Angelus flung Xander onto the bed then swaggered over to the chest in the bottom of the wardrobe. He flung it open and rummaged, whistling tunelessly. A gleeful “Aha!” and he emerged with his arms loaded down with chains. “Let´s play with these first, whadya say, Xan?”
Xander lay paralyzed with dread as the vampire happily sorted through his chains and restraints, drinking steadily.
“Right, then. Ready to play?” With an efficiency that spoke of a great deal of experience, Angelus quickly buckled leather cuffs around Xander´s wrists, linking them together with attached hardware. Positioning Xander in the middle of the bed, he stretched the boy´s arms above his head and chained the cuffs to the headboard.
He picked up another set of chains, then set them down to return to the chest. “Almost forgot something. You´re gonna LOVE these, Xan.” He returned with something small in his hand. “Been saving these for a special occasion.” One hand concealing what he held, the other reached for Xander, pinching and twisting his sore left nipple to make it fully erect. Xander watched with horrified fascination as the vampire attached an alligator clip to the swollen flesh, gasping against the sharp, burning pain as the demon repeated the treatment on the other nipple.
“Great, huh, Xannie–boy. Isn´t this fun?” He rattled the chains mockingly. These had cuffs, too, but bigger. Angelus buckled these snuggly around Xander´s legs, just below his knees. When he had attached the chains to the outsides of the headboard, Xander was bent double, immobilized with his feet in the air, his knees almost at his ears. Angelus shoved a pillow under his hips to further elevate the boy´s exposed ass, then stood back like an artist to admire his work. He had abandoned his glass in favor of drinking directly from the bottle.
“That is one pretty sight, that slutty little pussy all spread out and open like that.” He sighed exaggeratedly. “Damn shame you didn´t want to get fucked again, Xan. Doesn´t seem right to let that go to waste. Guess Spike was a hard act to follow, huh?” He flashed briefly in and out of gameface, then stood tapping his fingers against his chin with feigned calm. “I know just the thing.” He went back to the chest and emerged with his prize.
Xander´s eyes rounded in fear. Angelus had introduced butt plugs into their play before, and Xander had enjoyed them, liking the naughty feeling of having one inside him while he sucked Angelus, or of wearing one while he waited for his vampire to return, ready to replace it with something even better.
But that had been in better days, and the toy that Angelus now held was easily twice the size of any Angelus had used on him before. Egg shaped, flaring into a wide base, it was quite a bit thicker at its widest point than Angelus´ erect cock. Xander shook his head franticly, and Angelus rolled his eyes. “Come on, it´s not like you´re a tight little virgin anymore, Xannie.” Angelus taunted, then sighed. “I suppose you´ll want lube with that?” He produced a tube and lubed the giant plug liberally, then squirted a generous amount on Xander´s exposed hole.
One big finger thrust into him, spreading some of the lube inside. With that meager preparation, the huge toy was pressing against his hole, and Xander was writhing and whimpering as the vampire worked the thing into his body. “See? I knew a little whore like you could take it all.”
Xander squeezed his eyes shut while his body adjusted itself to the huge intruder. When the pain died down to a burning, stretching discomfort, he opened his eyes to see Angelus standing at the end of the bed, drinking and watching Xander´s anus spasm around the toy.
“You like this game, then, Xan?” Xander had no idea which answer would get him in more trouble, so he opted for the truth, rolling his head tiredly from side to side on the pillow.
The vampire affected a look of dismay. “You DON´T? I was sure you would. It sure looks like you do.”
Xander followed his gaze, flushing in shame at the sight of his own angry red erection.
“Still, you wouldn´t lie, would you. Don´t worry, I´ll just make it more interesting for you.” Another trip to the chest, and the demon returned with a black leather implement, a cross between a flexible paddle and a short strap. Grinning wildly at Xander, Angelus caressed the leather lovingly. “One of my favorites. You´re going to love it.” He positioned himself and stood for a time, patting the leather against his hand, letting the tension build.
When he moved, he moved fast.
*CRACK* Xander jerked, crying out around the gag as the leather laid a strip of fire across his exposed buttocks. “Like the game better, now, Xan?” *CRACK*
*CRACK* “Still think this is better than getting fucked?” *CRACK*
“You like this, Xan?” *CRACK*
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
“ANSWER ME! Do you like this?” *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
Tears streaming down into his hair, Xander shook his head “no.”
“Is that so?” *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
Xander strained against his bonds, trying to escape the pain. Angelus wielded the paddle with skill, covering his buttocks and upper thighs with welts but never catching the boy´s exposed genitals. Spread open as Xander was, though, the thing frequently struck the base of the monstrous toy, jarring it each time. Much as that hurt, Xander was grateful that the wide base at least covered and protected his sensitive anus from the strap.
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
“You tell me you don´t like this game, but I keep playing it anyway. Why do you think that is, Xan?”
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
“Don´t know the answer to that one?”
*CRACK**CRACK**CRACK**CRACK**CRACK*
The vampire laid the paddle on the table and stood, his eyes unreadable, fists braced on hips.
“You know, you look like you´re about to come, and I don´t think that´s fair.” Yet another trip to the wardrobe and the vampire returned with a long strip of leather, which he bound tightly around Xander´s swollen genitals. “After all, if one of us isn´t getting any, why should the other, right?”
Angelus took up his bottle and strolled to the door and opened it before turning back to the boy on the bed. He smiled evilly at the panic in the boy´s eyes. “Gonna leave you here to think the matter over for a while, Xan.” He tipped up the bottle and drank deeply.
“Don´t worry. If I decide not to come back, I´ll send three of four of the minions up to help you out. If you´ve lost your interest in me, maybe you´ll like one of them.”
Miserable in body and soul, Xander drifted with no idea of time. The skin of his ass felt like acid had been thrown on it, his bound cock throbbed like a toothache, and his rectum ached more and more with every minute. His nipples felt like they were on fire, and his contorted muscles screamed with pain.
It could have been fifteen minutes, or an hour, but eventually, the door opened, and Angelus entered the room, unsteady on his feet. “You´re still here!” He cackled insanely then sat companionably beside the boy. “So Xan, remember the question I asked you to think about?” At the boy´s blank look, Angelus rolled his eyes.
“Jesus! I´m the one that´s supposed to be drunk. I asked you why you thought I was hitting you even though you didn´t like it.” He spoke slowly, as to a child, unbuckling the gag and removing it. It took Xander a minute to get his mouth closed, the hinges feeling rusty. He whimpered painfully. The vampire spotted the blood on his mouth and swooped in for a mauling kiss, greedily worrying the cuts on the inside and outside of his lips to make them bleed more.
“So, what´s your answer?”
Xander could barely force words out of his dry throat. “B–b–because you can?”
Angelus made a buzzer sound. “Wrong answer!” Bounding off the bed, he retrieved the leather paddle.
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
“PLEASE!!”
*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*
“Please what, Xannie?”
*CRACK* *CRACK*
“I don´t know what you want me to say! I´m sorry…Please….” He drifted off, sobbing.
“How´s this for an answer. I own your ass. I own your ass because you consented to it.”
He rubbed the warmed leather of the paddle against the side of Xander´s face. His voice was soft, sibilant. “Now, let me ask you this. Would you rather keep playing this game, or would you like me to fuck you?”
Xander swallowed hard. “Fuck me.” He whispered brokenly.
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*
“Manners, boy!”
“I´M SORRY! Master, PLEASE, I´m sorry….P–p–please fuck me, Master.”
Angelus rolled his eyes theatrically. “Suppose I will. I wish you´d make up your mind, though.” He reached down and tugged the plug out of Xander´s sore body.
Xander braced himself for what he was sure would be a rough penetration, but Angelus plainly wasn´t quite finished playing. Still dressed, he lay on top of Xander, resting his weight cruelly on Xander´s already stressed thighs. Winking playfully at the tormented boy, he bent his head and caught one of the alligator clips in his teeth, tugging it painfully before jerking it off the nipple. He spit the clamp over the side of the bed as Xander cried out brokenly. The vampire sucked hard on the tortured flesh; Xander whimpered, but Angelus could feel the boy´s swollen cock twitching against his belly. Grinning, he repeated the process on the other nipple. His lips brushing against the bruised nub, Angelus asked, “Who does this belong to, Xan?”
“You, master.” A faint whisper, barely there. The reminder of a better time fed Xander´s mental anguish.
“Just so.” Abruptly, the vampire sank his fangs sharply in around the rosy flesh, nursing blood off of Xander´s nipple for long minutes, growling with pleasure.
Abruptly withdrawing from Xander´s breast, he scooted down to kiss Xander´s right buttock, in close to his anus. “And who does this belong too?”
“You, master.” A soft cry as the teeth sank in.
“This?” The inside of his left thigh.
“Yours, master.” A hard bite.
His side, over the ribs. His neck. The inside of one arm, close to the armpit, where the skin is tender. His vulnerable belly. The sole of his foot. All acknowledged as Angelus´. All painfully branded with Angelus´ mark.
Angelus took more blood from Xander than he usually did, but he couldn´t resist. The combination of Xander´s intoxicating blood and the brandy was heady, and Angelus was soaring.
Finally, Angelus reached down, opened his pants and took out his cock. “Want it, slut?”
“Yes, master.” Xander whimpered. With a snarl, the vampire entered him to the hilt with a single vicious thrust, and set up a hard pounding rhythm, hips snapping brutally. Mercifully, the vampire came soon. Then he unchained Xander´s legs, standing watching as Xander struggled painfully to straighten them out. Xander closed his eyes, exhausted.
“Don´t fall asleep yet.” Xander opened his eyes with difficulty, and sick despair washed over him as he saw that the vampire was standing tapping a crop against his leg. “This lesson´s gonna stick, slut.”
He´s going to kill me. He´s going to torture me until I´m dead. Xander couldn´t look away from the manic, vicious glint in Angelus´ eye. He´s totally gone insane.
Xander´s wrists were still chained together to the headboard; Angelus turned him over onto his front.
Then he beat him. The vampire was beyond drunk, so his strokes were uneven. Starting at the shoulders and moving down Xander´s back, some of the blows weren´t too bad, but a few, Xander thought, broke his skin. Then, the crop started on his already worked–over ass, and Xander screamed. And fainted.
He came to as he was being turned over again. “Hey, Xan,” the vampire slurred. “Wanna suck my cock?”
There weren´t many things that Xander less wanted to do, but he was afraid that this might be his only chance of survival. He wasn‘t sure he wanted to live anymore, but he somehow felt it was terribly important not to die at Angelus´ hands. “Y–y–yes, master.”
The vampire climbed up and straddled him clumsily, supporting himself against the headboard with one hand, feeding his cock into Xander´s open mouth with the other. Xander didn´t know how he was going to give any kind of blow job with his mouth as sore as it was, but it turned out not to matter. The vampire fucked his face roughly while Xander gagged and fought for air. Just when Xander was thinking he wasn´t going to live to the end of it, the vampire jetted once into his mouth, then yanked out to shoot the rest of his load on Xander´s grimacing face.
“Here endeth the lesson, you cunt.” Angelus climbed off and collapsed beside Xander, on the verge of passing out.
“Oh, yeah, here.” The inevitable dollar bill fluttered down onto Xander´s chest. “And feel free to finish yourself off.” With one hand, he fumbled at the leather binding Xander´s cock, finally getting it loose. As soon as it was off, Xander´s erection wilted. “Nancy” opined the vampire, with idle contempt.
Nothing but sheer desperation would make Xander speak at that moment, but he thought he´d rather die than go any longer with the thirst he felt. “Please, master, may I have some water?”
The vampire sighed “What am I, the butler? Oh, yeah, I forgot.” He reached up and freed Xander´s arms. “Get it yourself.” He was snoring by the time he subsided back to the mattress.
He was so thirsty. But the bathroom was so far away. Xander struggled to his feet, his whole body screaming with pain. He held on to the bedpost, light headed, then tried to walk. He couldn´t, but he could crawl, which he did, painfully, to the door. He opened it and crawled out. Chip sprang to attention, then, seeing only Xander, bent to come to his aid, his face sad, but unshocked by Xander‘s condition. Of course. He would have heard everything. It hardly mattered. Little did, at that moment.
“Chip, I need to get to the bathroom. No, wait…” He didn´t need to piss; he was too dehydrated. He just needed… “Water. I just need water. Bring me some, okay?” Instantly, the minion hurried off, returning with a large tumbler full. When he knelt to hand it over, Xander saw the sorrow on his behalf in the minion´s hollow eyes, and the spark of sympathy made him want to cry.
Xander drank voraciously, then asked for more. Part way into the second glass, his empty stomach rebelled, roiling ominously, and he put the glass on the hallway floor. “You´re going to have to help me to bed.”
Xander could see the flash of fear in Chip´s face, but he was quick to respond to the boy´s request, half supporting, half carrying Xander back into the bedroom. They both watched the sleeping master warily as they tiptoed to the bed and Xander eased into it carefully. Chip exited the room quickly as Xander passed out.
Xander soon woke as, inevitably, the vampire rolled over to embrace his warmth. The pressure of Angelus´ arms on his ruined skin was excruciating, the vampire´s proximity now terrifying. So he lay wide awake, mortally afraid, his body rigid with pain. In the dim light of the lamp, he could see the exposed beams in the ceiling. He contemplated them, and the desk chair, and rubbed the fabric of the sheet between his fingers and wondered idly how you tied a noose.
