Forced to His Knees 1
1 January 2001
Head pounding, Xander groaned at how heavy his whole body felt. He could feel all four of his limbs as well as the thing mounted firmly atop of his neck that was currently trying to separate itself from his spine, his arms and legs were tingling as if just recovering from a bad dose of "pins and needles".
His eyes were open, he knew they were because he felt his long lashes brush against the one hand he had finally managed to move to his face as he blinked. It was pitch black wherever he was and he was worried because he didn´t really know why he was lying on what felt like a thin camping mattress.
Moving his aching head from the pillow underneath it, the brunette, still tingling all over, tried to sit up as he realized that not only was he in a place that he didn´t recognise, he was in total darkness and quite obviously naked. Shaky hands run up and down his body, checking for any bruises, lumps and other nasties, he swore to himself as he tried to moisten his mouth with a dry furry tongue. He couldn´t feel and bruises or lumps but that didn´t mean a thing as he couldn´t really feel anything but the strange all over body buzzing sensation.
Body slid off the thin mattress, the boy yelped in shock as his bare knees met a hard cold surface. Gingerly feeling around in front of him with hesitant out stretched arms, he slowly crawled his way across the rough floor. More swearing filled the darkness as he banged his fingers into a solid wall that was only, from what he could tell in the darkness, about 5 feet from the furthest edge of the mattress. Desperate for a drink of water to clear the metallic taste and furry residue in his mouth, Xander continued to crawl around the small room.
So far he had estimated that the room in which he was in was small, only being around 5 foot wide and a bit longer, maybe 7 foot long. He hadn´t bothered to keep crawling after he had smacked his already aching head into what felt like a metal object. Reaching both hands up and slowly in front of him, the confused youth cautiously patted at the cool metallic object in front of him. Horrified, he snatched his hands away, after discovering that it felt like a toilet bowl.
"What the hell is this? Hello? Hello, come on, this isn´t funny!"
Dry lips cracked, Xander ran his tongue over them, wincing slightly as his saliva stung the tiny cracks. He was now officially worried and getting shitty. He had no idea where he was. The last thing he remembered was waving goodbye to Anya, Buffy and the rest of the Scooby Gang including Spike who had somehow managed to get invited to Joyce ´s New Years Party. He had left by himself just after the countdown, having made sure that he had given his demanding girlfriend a great hot and heavy pashing session that had made everyone else in the room cough in their general direction. The blonde vampire had just smirked at him and made horribly rude gestures at them that had him embarrassed and Anya nodding back.
After a few eyebrows were raised at him leaving early, he had explained that due to the great pay on public holidays, he had volunteered to work that day starting at 6.30 am and that he was going home to get some rest before heading off.
The thirst reaching out to strangle him, Xander figured that if there was a toilet in the tiny room, there might just be a basin that he could get a drink from. Hands held out again, he felt for the metal bowl and grabbing as tightly as his heavy limbs would allow, he hauled himself up carefully. Almost stumbling backwards, the young man held himself still as his head flopped heavily backwards. Groans fleshed out the oppressing darkness as he forced his overly large feeling head forwards again. Step by step, he carefully navigated his way along the stone walls.
Fingers gently running along the walls as he made his way round the room, Xander jumped in shock as his digits made contact with what felt like a door hinge. Hope blooming in his warm body, he horridly ran both hands across what turned out to be a solid metal door with a hatch about his face height in the middle of it.
Tapping at the door at first, he tried banging and calling for help. After what seemed like hours, the exhausted boy stopped kicking and thumping at the non responsive metal object infront of him when it was clear that no–one was going to come. Tears running down his face, thirst now overwhelming, he slid down the door with his back firmly against it. Knees pressed into his chest, he sat and waited for someone to come and find him.
"I don´t think I´m in Kansas anymore Toto!"
1 January 2004
Willow watched as everyone around her kissed and hugged each other when the countdown was finished. Tara stood by her side with one soft hand placed gently on her bare shoulder, radiating compassion.
"H..He could still s..spring from anywhere tomorrow you know?" stuttered the pale blonde witch to her red haired girlfriend. The short haired girl sighed and nodded in agreement as the tears threatened to overflow once again on what was the third anniversary of her best friend´s disappearance. The last time she had seen Xander, it had been at the party held by Buffy´s mother for New Years 2001. That was three long years ago and the red head thought about him every day and wondered just where he was in the world.
It just didn´t seem right that everybody around her was having the time of their lives while the heart of the Scooby gang was still no where to be found.
"Come on, lets go back to the apartment and ring in the New Years our own way?" smiled the encouraging long haired blonde. Grasping Willow´s hand, she led the quiet girl through the masses of hollering and excited college students in the direction of the front door to the house they were currently in. Once outside, Tara fished out the car keys to the little red hatch back they had brought together and held them with one key poking out between her clenched fist as they had both been taught in self defence class. So far neither of them had had to test the skills they had learnt in the course they had taken while trying to distract themselves from the disappearance.
Driving back to the apartment that was still leased in Xanders name, the worried older girl kept glancing at her silent companion. Willow would more than likely be weepy for a few days until the New Year had passed. She was sad that her girlfriend had lost such great childhood playmate and hated to see the normally vivacious and prattling girl so upset. She knew from her own experiences that just by being around Willow, a person was allowed to enter a full bloom of personality. Tara hadn´t really known Xander very well, due to the fact that her and the redhead had only really started to go out together and Anya had been very jealous of any time that the boy had spend with the two witches.
Ironically Anya had become one of their best friends in time even after she had married one of Angel´s workmates, Gunn and was now pregnant with twins. The tall dark man had become an official member of the Scooby Gang after he had started dating the ex demon when they had met during one of the three monthly meetings Giles still held to update on their search for the young man. Initially Anya had been wary of starting to date again, both out of respect for Xander and the worry that the blossoming friendships with the L.A. team would falter to a halt. It was only after a giant session of crying, remembering and laughing that had included Buffy, the two witches, Cordelia and Joyce, that Anya had been given a firm allowance to even look in Gunns direction.
Car parked in the spot once occupied by Xanders old car before it had been given to Spike for his use, the two girls got out of the car and made their way up to the darkened apartment. Once inisde, Willow went straight to the bedroom and lay down, letting her silent tears finally have the sound she had been struggling to keep hidden. The pale blonde hesitated before slipping onto the double bed still fully clothed. One hand smoothing itself over the short red hair, Tara let her girlfriend cry herself to sleep as she fell into a dream only seconds later.
L.A.
The young man sat on the large bed, waiting for the person that was showering to come and join him. Fingers playing with the thin solid circle of silver that adorned his left wrist, identical to the one on his other wrist, he was impatient for it to just be over with. He hated New Years and wanted to go back to the safety of his room, the New Year reminded him of things that were better left as distant memories, things that could never be had again. A hand with well manicured nails reached up to rub at his tired muscles, the soft skin making contact with a few of the links of silver that made up the solid chain, that matched the bracelets, around his tanned neck.
Water turned off, the youth with blue–black hair and green eyes, heard the shower door slam open with a clatter. Jumping at the sudden sound, he quickly scrambled off the bed and stood with eyes cast down as a white robed figure appeared in the steamy doorway.
Malcolm leaned against the bathroom door and with arms crossed, looked in admiration at the tanned skin on show in front of him, he hadn´t had this one before but Christopher had been recommended by a few of his friends so after the young boy´s current contract had been finished, he had put forth a large sum to lease the male from his owners for a few weeks.
"Knees Christopher!" gulped the older grey haired man as the green eyed teenager obliged with speed that impressed the wealthy man. If only all his short term hires were that well trained. So impressive for one so young and relatively new to the game. The boy would only have to be around 16–17 at the most and very delectable.
Smile growing at the thought of the sweet little mouth on his growing cock, Malcolm strode across the room and gripped the thick black hair in his hands, thrusting his hips upwards in a gesture all too clear for the boy to read.
Sometime in the year 2001
So thirsty. What he wouldn´t give for some water. He didn´t know how long he had been left alone in the darkness, sitting back on the thin mattress again. Xander had gone round and round the small room enough times to make him dizzy by just thinking about it and no where was there a basin to be found. If he could pee, he would probably drink it, he was getting that desperate. His tongue was swollen from the lack of moisture and he could feel his skin getting dry as well. Blinking rapidly to wet his eyes, he whirled his head around in what he thought was the direction of the door. He was sure that he had heard a door opening on the other side.
"Errkk, ughn... H..Hello?" said the brunette with great difficulty due to his dry throat. Tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth, he lifted his hand and prodded at the dry organ wondering if he would be left to dehydrate to death and his tongue would be the first casualty.
ARE YOU THIRSTY LITTLE GIRL?
Uttering a dry scream at the sudden voice that echoed all around the small room, Xander nodded into the darkness. Unable to tell where the voice came from, he made sure that he repeated the action in what he hoped was all four corners. The silence that followed dragged into what he thought was many minutes but could possibly be only be one or two. Stomach rumbling as he moved his stiff legs and faced the direction that hopefully housed the iron door, he tried to keep himself from crying, knowing that it could all be a trick and that he wouldn´t get any thing to drink and that crying would only make his thirst worse.
ARE YOU HUNGRY LITTLE GIRL?
Jumping at the disembodied voice that once again boomed into the oppressing darkness, he eagerly nodded, stomach clenching at the thought of getting some food. He had no idea why he was being called "little girl" but at the moment he didn´t really give a fuck as long as his bodies needs were going to be met.
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
"Xander, can I please get something to eat and drink, please" pleaded the exhausted and confused youth. He wasn´t going to cause a fuss until he had been given something to drink at least.
THAT IS NOT YOUR NAME, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
"What do you mean, my name is Alexander Lavelle Harris. Please, I´m so thirsty" he couldn´t tell if the voice booming around the stone walls was a male or female. He knew what his name was and whoever had his clothes and wallet sure as hell knew it as well.
THAT IS NOT YOUR NAME. YOU HAVE A CHOICE, TELL US YOUR NAME AND YOU CAN DRINK AND EAT. IF NOT, YOU WILL HAVE NOTHING UNTIL WE ASK AGAIN AND THAT WILL BE IN FOUR MORE HOURS.
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
"What the fuck is this, I just told you what it is!" replied Xander, yelling as much as his dry throat would allow, stumbling over the words as his tongue continued it´s fight to stay stuck to the roof of his mouth. Tears welling up into his eyes, stinging the dry skin on his face as they made their way down his face, he suddenly twigged to what the person was trying to get him to do.
"Little girl, my name is Little girl? Am I right?" asked the brunette as he lay on his side hoping with all his being that it was the correct answer, not being sure that in four hours he would be conscious enough to answer the question if it was given again.
The silence was deafening. Choking down the tears past the great lump in his throat, he was relieved and wary at the same time as he heard what sounded like another door being opened but this time almost right outside his little room.
YOU ARE CORRECT IN ANSWERING THE QUESTION. YOU WILL HAVE NOURISHMENT. TURN AROUND AND FACE THE OTHER WALL, YOU WILL KNEEL WITH YOUR HANDS CLASPED TOGETHER BEHIND YOU BACK. YOU WILL NOT SPEAK, YOU WILL NOT MOVE YOUR HEAD FROM LOOKING IN FRONT OF YOU.
IF YOU DO NOT AGREE AND DO THIS, YOU WILL NOT RECEIVE YOUR NOURISHMENT UNTIL WE ASK AGAIN IN EIGHT HOURS.
Slowly Xander raised himself from the matress and knelt as requested. Heart beating fast at the thought of water, he heard a key being turned in the lock of the metal door behind him. Unable to stop his head from turning, he was blinded as a great gust of white light flooded into the room. Head whipped around again in a effort to escape the painful experience, the gasping boy ground the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to stem the pain the sudden light had caused him. As quickly as the light came, it was gone again along with the sound of the door being closed and locked.
YOU LOOKED LITTLE GIRL. WE KNOW IT´S HARD NOT TO. THIS TIME WE WILL BE LENIENT SINCE THIS IS DAY NO. 2 FOR YOU. YOU HAVE DONE WELL SO FAR LITTLE GIRL.
Gradually Xander relieved the pressure on his eyes as he realised that there was now some light illuminating the small room. Black dot´s dancing in front of his eyes from the prolonged pressure, he looked around him, eyes straining to see in the extremely dim light that was coming from holes in the walls far up, almost roof height. Trying to take this new thing in, he let out a sob as what was left of his meagre saliva managed to drool out of the side of his mouth as the aroma of food tickled his nose. Not thinking he could stand, he turned around carefully and crawled towards the items that were placed on the floor near the doorway.
A shaky hand reached out and grasped at the plastic cup holding the water. Gulping it down fast so that it dribbled down his chin, Xander moaned as his tongue literally opened all pores and soaked the moisture up. Not caring that the cool water stung his cracked lips, he finished all that was in the cup and looked for more. Unable to see any, he threw the cup into a corner and reached for what looked like porridge in a disposable bowl. Looking around for a spoon and not finding one, the hungry boy shrugged and scooped some of the thick mixture out with a couple of fingers.
Sniffing at it cautiously before tasting it, Xander prepared himself for a vile taste only to be surprised when he detected what he thought was honey and banana mixed through the chunky sticky mass. Stomach growling at the smell, he threw caution to the wind and hurriedly at all that was in the throw away bowl. Fingers licked clean, he felt better now that much of his thirst was sated and his stomach was full.
The realisation hit him as he continued to look around that there were still items on the floor beside the door. Looking again, he found a roll of toilet paper and a pair of what looked like white cotton pants that did up with a couple of snaps instead of a fly. Pants pulled on and the matching loose long sleeved shirt put on over the his upper body and waited for something to happen.
15 January 2004
Spike grumbled to himself as he was relegated to the top floor of the hotel. The stupid bint on the front desk, Cordelia, had decided that she wanted to move in with Doyle, Irish Potato no.2. No.1 of course being the Sodding Poof himself, Angel. Apparently the ill dressed Irishman had decided to pop the question to his dear heart. She said yes rather loudly, he could still hear the ringing in his ears from the unearthly screech that had erupted from the girls lips. The upshot of it all? He, no–one else, had to move his belongings into another room on another floor.
"Stupid fucking slag, why should *I* move? Oh, that´s right, the ballerina who wants to be Sire will kick the crap out of me!"
An early wedding present from The Prince of Hair Gel was to decorate the entire third floor for the happy newly engaged couple. Spike, however couldn´t give a continental fuck about how happy they were together, he was mourning the loss of a great drinking companion. The half demon, once fired up and that never took long, was a right little firecracker that was soon to be doused by one ex–cheerleader from hell.
"Now all I´ve got to drink with is that useless git, Wankley. Shame to see such a great talent go to waste"
If it hadn´t been for the stupid cow in Sunnydale getting knocked up, he would still be happily living in his little crypt in his favourite cemetery. But nooo, why should he be winging? After all, he had gotten a car shoved at him and told to pack his stuff and move to L.A.
And stupidly enough, he had done it and now look where being nice for once had gotten him? Shoved up onto the rarely cleaned fourth floor that abounded with dust bunnies and old used tissue zombies. He had been swapped like a piece of luggage so that the proud father to be could be with his nice little ex–vengeance demon. She had finally found herself a man that she couldn´t intimidate and the Shiny Headed One had found himself with his hands full of horny blonde and unable to resist, he had duffed her up on the second date, marrying her on the fifth one.
Carrying his stereo up the last three steps of the staircase, he chose a door at random and kicked it open. Eyes stinging at the dust trying to detach his retinas, he plonked the large black disc stacker onto the sagging bed, sighing when after a few squeaks and groans, it collapsed onto the floor surrounded by the timber of the bed frame that was supposed to keep it from the dirty carpet.
"Bloody fuck! Just why do I bother?"
Stereo left nestled securely on the mattress, he peered out into the hall and looked at the closed white doors that lined the hallway. Maybe he should have dragged Harmony up with him, she would have been good for a laugh at least. Spike smirked at the thought of the ditzy blonde asking what dust bunnies ate. She would probably stake herself at the thought of being relegated to what was known as the "unfashionable" floor of the former hotel. At least, she would have been able to keep Pom–Pom off his back. He could just see it now, the two former Sunnydale High bitch queens going hammer and tong at each other over who had the worst loser boyfriend.
"Oi! Stupid chip, never meant to think that. Sooo not bloody true. Fuck, now I sound like the bint as well."
Scowl replacing the smirk that had formed when his thoughts had stripped both girls naked as they fought, he stomped his way across the hallway and proceed to kick the door down. Hearing the roar from downstairs as his Sire finally got an idea of who was causing the noisy racket, he quickly ran down the hallway. Stopping in front of each door, he kicked them off their hinges, not caring that they clattered to the floor, each one louder than the one before. All the better to piss off the Poncy Bastard he thought. Christ, he sooo needs to get laid, like right now.
"Damn it! It´s fucking rubbed off on me, I´ve got Sunndydale Speak Syndrome"
Snarling and snapping in game face as a nervous ex–watcher bounced up the stairs in the hopes of finding out what was causing the noise, Spike clutched at his head as the familiar tingling warmed his scalp up for the inevitable inner brain slap. Thinking that it was really not his day, he spun the blushing taller man around as he patted him on the backside, ignoring the sputtered requests for him to stop. Once he had found what he had been looking for, he sneered at the deep red, aroused male still gasping for breath at the shock of being pawed at by his mortal enemy.
"Not a fucking chance pet! Why don´t you go and offer yourself to the demon git downstairs, every man deserves a virgin once in his life and lets face it, the wannabe–never going to be actress sure as hell isn´t one"
With that, Spike brushed past the embarrassed man who was gulping like a fish as he tried to think of a witty reply that didn´t incriminate any of the afore mentioned. Sneer still plastered to his face, the blonde vampire pocketed the lifted wallet, almost running out of the hotel before the watcher noticed it gone and tattled on him to the Broody Bastard. Something he would deal with later. Right now, he wanted a fuck and judging by the weight of Woosleys wallet, he would be able to afford a high price bar in order to pick up. He wanted something a little different.
A few hours later, he found himself sitting on a red velvet couch in a high class male brothel. Heads had won, Tails, being for girls, had obviously lost the coin toss that night. After running down the street with the angry demands of his Sire to come back following him, he had ended up in a little demon bar in the upper class area that usually served lawyers and business men and women. Sitting at the bar for a few rounds of Jack, he had overheard part of a conversation between two men discussing a certain young male who worked in a well known brothel that provided for "that way" inclined older men.
Curious, he had remained at the bar, with his back turned to them, during their whole conversation. The oldest of them was thanking the other for recommending someone called Christopher. Claiming that the boy had done some things that he had never even heard about, he had actually given his drinking friend a voucher from Eternal to use at his leisure. Spike knew where Eternal was, he had just never been able to afford it before. Normally he would never pay for sex, prefering to charm the pants off some young thing that took his fancy. It wasn´t unknown for him though to pay for it, sometimes having well used was good and just a bit different, you never knew what little parlour tricks one had picked up from somewhere. He knew that even the Great Poof himself paid for it every now and again, something that he took great pains to hide from his still unsuspecting staff.
Quiet snort to himself as he thought of his Sire´s face when he had bumped into him in the middle of a hallway on the second floor of Eros, a demon clientele based brothel, Spike checked how much money he still had left to spend. Happy with the amount tucked into the brown leather wallet, he threw what he owed including a generous tip onto the remarkably dry counter. Flagging down a taxi, he told the driver to take the long route to the place requested. It wasn´t his money, there for the inclination to be generous. Taking in the scenery, the vampire felt his cock harden just at the thought of a warm body again. It had been too long since the last one. 1970–something he thought to himself. All those damn hippies, all you had to do back then was smile and Abracadabra! Legs opened.
Not like these days, now, you have almost hand in your damn resume and bank balance before you can even talk to some hot looking young chit. Feeling the taxi slow down, he thrust a few notes at the driver and got out. Body stretched a few times due to the drive actually taking longer than the usual long route, he bounced up the steps that led to the main entrance of Eternal.
"Ah, Welcome to Eternal. How are you tonight?" simpered the middle aged man coming towards him. A discreet sniff in his general direction told Spike that the other man was wholly human. Scowl showing through his fast flicked game face, he was taken aback at how accepting the other man was of his demon features.
"Bloody fine thanks. Want to see Christopher. He available?" snapped the blonde. He knew the Armani clad man was human so why wasn´t he throwing the boy down at him for free? He usually got what he wanted for free when he did that.
Hands rubbed together in a gesture of apology, the older looking man told Spike that since he was a little "different", he would have to pick someone else as Christopher only worked with the regular clients. Annoyed and starting to growl at the still calm man, the vampire demanded to see what else was on offer. Armani man smiled in what was probably relief, the demon having no care for him, told the other man to sit for a minute.
And now here he was, waiting to be led into another room for a private viewing so that he could choose his bed partner for the next two hours. Another reason why it was so expensive, Eternal only sold in two hour or full night blocks. Just two hours was going to set Wesley back around $450.00 and that included pretty much anything he wanted to do within reason. Having an idea, Spike jumped up after rifling through the wallet again, waving the credit card he had found under Armanis nose demanding to know that if he paid for a full night, would that change Christophers mind.
After replying that nothing changed Christophers mind and would he please step this way, it was added that if he paid in advance for a full night, he could stay in another room for free with provided blood until the following dusk. Knowing just how much was left to spend on Wankleys credit card, he readily agreed to the $1800.00 charge. Paying for it and signing the epeliptic signature that was the watchers, was pleased that the wanker had been too stupid to notice his wallet was gone. Probably still remembering my luscious hands on his arse he thought, sniggering at the memory of the red faced embarrassment it had left.
"Poor bastard´s still a virgin and at his age as well! Should offer to take care of that for him in lieu of the money I´m going to owe him after tonight when the Sodding Poof catches me"
Wondering why his Sire hadn´t yet managed to take advantage of the sweet smelling male that sat almost everyday in the office and lived on the same floor as his employer, he asked Mr Simper to repeat the question he had so obviously been just asked and of course missed. Question repeated of did he have any preferences, the vampire thought for a minute. With the chip in his head, it had been a while since he had been in a position to have a preference. But he did know what he wanted tonight.
"Brunette and something that doesn´t gabble on too much, would be great and a drink of whatever is on the house. O positive, I belive it was?"
Smirked the blonde at the nodding man. Assured that it wasn´t a problem, he indicated that he had a few of what was requested in the boys that were specifically for his kind and various other types. Politely asked once again to wait, the suit clad man left the room to gather the boys in question. A few minutes later, a clatter of footsteps came to a stop just behind the narrow door off the the left corner of the small sitting room. Door opened by Mr Slimey, four dark haired boys walked out and stood in a line in front of the red velvet couch the vampire was sitting on. All were barefoot and dressed in white pants, leaving their upper bodies bare.
"Nice, all very nice. What ages are they and what talents do they have?" inquired Spike, genuinely curious as to how such young looking youths got to be in a legal brothel. They only looked around 16, 17 each and at a push maybe 20 in a harsh light. Nodding his blonde head at his correct guess in the ages of the young males, he next heard the talents listed.
The first one, Jonathan, was well trained in giving head. Andrew was extremely capable in any position due to his lean flexible body, Matthew was apparently great at taking any size and a screamer. The last one, Patrick was a fantastic all rounder with everything.
Dismissing Matthew on the possibility of setting off his chip, he next let go of Jonathan because he had had enough of Harmony giving it to him. He ended up choosing Patrick, the oldest looking one of them all. Shy smile at being introduced, Patrick took Spikes hand and led the smaller man up the stairs towards his allotted room for the night. As he was being led along the red carpeted passageway, he ignored the muted screams and moaning coming from the rooms being passed and concentrated on the odd odour he had caught while waiting downstairs for Slimebag to get back with what was available that night. The smell was familiar to him, it was a human smell and one that he should know but for the unlife of him, he couldn´t place it.
Thought put totally out of his head as he was let into a room containing a massive bed, spa bath and a huge rug infront of an unlit fireplace, a doorway leading off to a wood panelled bathroom that fitted in with the general rustic theme of the room.
"What would you like me to do first Sir? asked the timid taller youth. He stood patiently, dressed in only a pair of white almost see through cotton trousers that were held up by a simple cord. Eyes cast down at the floor, the boy with hands crossed behind his back waited for an answer. Spike was slightly astounded at how passive the teenager was towards him, he usually liked a bit more spirit in his whores. Sensing the boy was starting to tense the longer he waited for an answer, something that was going to make penetration harder, Spike made a suggestion of having a spa together after Patrick had undressed the demon.
"Of course Sir, Is there any particular way you would like it tonight Sir?" questioned the boy who still stood with his eyes cast down at the floor, hands crossed behind his back. With an answer that they would take it easy and that they had all night to do things, Spike took the boys chin in his hand and lifted, looking into the fear filled eyes. It was an emotion that normal humans would confuse with lust, they both made the eyes gleam madly. Being a vampire, he could smell the residual fear and the customers from the previous night still on the boy. Slightly turned off by that fact, he ordered the boy to start undressing him.
His black long sleeved t shirt was gently tugged over his head, belt undone and jeans opened to reveal a white hardening cock. Patrick paused for a moment before kneeling down and taking off the doc martens that enclosed both feet. Once done, he pulled the black jeans down and helped the vampire to step out of them. The blonde was naked, proudly jutting penis leaking precum onto the carpet. With a gesture from the blonde, Patrick undid the cord holding his pants up, letting them slide to the floor, exposing his naked body to the achingly hard demon. Spike took in the view of the boy, his tanned skin was offset by the the bracelets he wore on each wrist and the matching chain link necklace. Patrick had almost shoulder length curly hair, flawless skin covering an almost girlishly fine face that featured lage dark blue eyes that were framed by thick black lashes.
The boy was beautiful and with the amount of money that was demanded by the establishment, he really hadn´t expected anything less. Slapping the boy on the bare buttocks gently so as not to set off the chip, he told the brunette to start the spa and to then spread himself on the rug, on his back. With a "Yes Sir", something that was making the demon harder with each time he heard it, Patrick fired up the spa and then proceeded to walk back slowly and got down on the thick rug, lying on his back with legs slightly spread.
Moaning at the sight spread out in front of him, Spike wished he didn´t have the damn chip so that he could just take the boy right there, dry and hard enough to make the boy scream his head off. Almost running to the bathroom, the blonde picked up the various bottles arranged along the basin in a desperate search for lube. Finally finding a tube in one of the drawers, he strode over to the dark haired beauty arranged, impatiently lubing himself up. Throwing the tube at the boy, he ordered him to spread his legs wider and to prepare himself. He had noticed that although the boy was younger than himself physically, he had larger hands and fingers and by getting Patrick to lube himself, he wasn´t running the risk of setting off the chip.
Settling on the couch to enjoy the show, he took a great whiff of the arousal rolling of both himself and the squirming boy on the rug. Brow furrowed in frown, he recognised a soft scent that was the same as the one he had smelt downstairs before. Who ever the scent belonged to, they had been in this very room only a day or so ago. Head shaken, he slid of the couch and watched closely as Patrick introduced three fingers into his loosening hole. The thrusting motion by the digits was watched for a few minutes until Spike stopped the boys hands. Moving so that he was in between the brunettes legs, he grasped the boys calves and pulled him closer. Long legs thrown over each shoulder, Spike lined himself up and with gritted teeth, thrust into Patrick. Once fully sheathed by the hot body, with no regard to the small gasps and moans coming from the teenager other than to make sure that continuing to thrust wasn´t going to set off the chip, the vampire started to speed up.
Pressure of each thrust increasing, Spike whispered to the moaning boy to scream. He was curious to know if the boy screamed, would it set off the chip even though he was doing the teenager no harm. Patrick, not even missing a beat, started to breath a little faster and harder. Each moan became a little louder until he was screaming as he was being pounded into. The vampire was ecstatic, this was joy at last. Not as good of course as actually causing real physical pain, but at the moment it was a hell of a lot better than what he had been getting even with Harmony who had a tendency to say she was bored after a few screams on her part. Pissed that he had thought of the stupid bind back in Sunnydale, Spike felt his balls tingle as he could hear the harsh screaming reverberate around the room.
Gushing into the boy who was now pretending to whimper, the blonde felt fantastic as he felt months of tension disappear up the whores arse. His stomach was wet from Patrick´s own cum but he really didn´t give a shit, he was already planning on how to steal another credit card for another night with the one who was into gymnastics just for something different. Soft cock pulled out, he got up and walked to the spa. Hand swirled around in the barely warm water, he sat on the edge of the bath and waited for Patrick to crawl on his hands and knees as requested to come and lick him clean while the water heated.
As the warm tongue met his cool penis, Spike moaned at just how lucky Wankley was that he was spending the money that would only go on mouldy books if left in the watchers hands.
The spa was taken as was Patrick again in the hot water. In all, the teenager was used to the vampires limits that night, Spike pushed the chips barrier as much as possible in the ability to inflict some sort of pain on the boy. Barely anything was done in the way of pain as the chip stayed true to its design and shocked the vampire every time a nipple tease turned nasty. The boy had been well trained by the establishment, not even flinching the once after being told to open his eyes during another turn on the rug so that Patrick could see Spikes game face. The vampire was impressed, usually humans felt flashes of fear when presented with a demon face no matter how used to one they were. Patrick however was calm and unflappable.
After the boy had left when his time was up, Spike was moved back down into the little waiting room once again and given a warm glass of his favourite blood type as he waited for the sun to set. Flicking through the various magazines that lay around in the room, he was impatient to get back home and face the wrath of both the Poof and Weasel boy, not to mention a look of disgust from Irish 2 and probably a vile tongue lashing from the Prom Queen. It wasn´t until he was walking home, wishing that he had at least stopped for his car the night before, almost on the door steps and looking at the blank expression that adorned the face of his Sire as he stood on the steps waiting that the knowledge of who the scent belonged to hit him.
"Bloody Hell! The fucking whelp is a poofter who likes young kids...urrrk.um, wait..ahhhhh!"
The blondes words were choked off as two large hands wrapped themselves around his white neck.
