Forced to His Knees 2
Sometime in 2001
He had waited for something to happen after he had finished shoving the porridge down his throat and dressed in the clothes provided by whomever had him or in his luck, whatever. Being the demon magnet he was, it could be any number of species. Sure enough, he hadn´t had to wait long for it to happen. It, being the nice floaty feeling his head was currently experiencing along with the returned heavy limb sensation that had him sprawled across the mattress again on his back.
Giggling to himself, Xander was highly amused that his mouth wouldn´t form the correct words that he wanted. He was trying to tell himself off for being so stupid as to have eaten the food provided, after all Buffy would find him soon enough. The Scooby Gang was probably already at the door anyway. He could hear the key in the lock, obviously Giles as the Buffster would just kick it down. Unable to roll himself from the position he had collapsed in, the laughing boy waited for his heroes to appear in the dim light.
What he got however was the appearance of two men, one of whom was holding a black doctors bag. A slurred hello from Xander had them both enter the room fully. A touch, from the one who had put down the bag on the floor, on one of the stones next to the metal toilet and the room was flooded with light. Not as harsh on Xanders eyes as before but still enough for him to gasp at the sudden appearance. Squinting as he tried to move his hand up to his eyes and shield them somewhat, he made small wet sounds of protest as he was turned onto his back fully by the blonde man in beige and his limbs arranged so that he was laying with both of his arms by his side and legs straight out.
A finger shoved into his mouth soon stopped his giggling as he felt his jaw being lowered. Head grasped in both hands by the blonde, he was angled around gently as a small torch was shone into his open mouth as the finger firmly poked and prodded its way around his teeth. Tongue grasped in between a forefinger and thumb, it was pulled out and stretched as far as it would go until Xander made a small yelp in protest, choking a little in the process of trying to continue the sounds of humour. The piece of flesh once fully examined was put back into his mouth and was given a few sips of water from the flask produced by the red haired man who continued to poke and prod at his body. Armpits checked, ears, eyes all given the once over. His arms and legs were all fully felt over as was his torso, particular attention having been paid to his feet and hands, especially his fingers.
Xander sputtered, halting the snigger´s that had emerged as his nipples were rubbed into hardened nubs, when he felt a warm hand on his crotch, he couldn´t remember getting naked again, but obviously he was. Head still being held by a kneeling man behind him, he attempted in vain to knock the hands away from fondling his penis. After a few false starts, he was able to tell the men admist the laughing, that what was between his legs only belonged to his girlfriend Anya and that he wasn´t a poofter. He was able to get those words out, producing a few quiet snorts from the man stroking him into a hard on, but he was unable to move his legs or arms. A few more strokes from the experienced hand and he wasn´t sure that he wanted to move it away anymore.
Once fully erect and almost ready to come, he moaned in disappointment when the hand left his throbbing cock. Redhair took up his pen again and made a few notes into the book he had with him. A few more sips of water and Xander was giggling once more like a teenage girl who had just been kissed by her idol. He continued to snigger to himself even when he was turned over by both men so that he lay on his front, squashing his hard on into the thin mattress. Head held again by the blonde, he laughed into the lap of the man as he felt hands stroke themselves over his buttocks,
"Ooohhh!" he uttered as sarcastically as possible admist the continuing chuckling as he felt his buttocks being separated, only to yelp in sudden pain as a blunt finger was jabbed at his hole. A few strokes of the digit against the relaxed muscles, saw him moaning again into the mans lap that his head was resting on. Something wet against his opening made him gasp in shock at the coldness of it. The finger continued to stroke through the slippery stuff and he again felt it trying to force it´s way into him, this time succeeding in getting halfway until another yelp halted it´s progress. Slurring for it to stop and that he wasn´t gay, Xander told the man as coherently as possible that they would be in trouble when Buffy found out.
Finger removed to a little slurping sound, he soon found him self being rubbed all over by the two men with some sort of lotion. He felt great, it was really nice and hoped that the others would wait until he had been given the full body treatment. More giggling found himself once again on his back, head resting on the pillow, as his front got the same treatment as his back had received. The finger all forgotten as he wondered if he could get Anya to give him the same lotion treatment one day. Both arms and legs were covered in lotion as was his face and neck. His whole body, not one inch less, had been completely covered in it.
Tub of lotion put back in the black bag, Redhair pulled out a needle and small vial into which the syringe was quickly plunged into and filled with clear fluid. Fascinated by it, Xander stared while trying to move his non cooperating body to have a closer look, not even flinching when the needle as inserted into a vein in the crook of his elbow. The men left him laying there as he totally allowed the upcoming blackness rush towards and envelope him.
20 January 2004
Finally being able to walk further than the bathroom with out having his Sire come up the stairs in full game face and yet again beat the shit out of him, Spike poked his head out of the doorway as a horrendous scream tore through the empty hallways of the hotel.
"Well, well! Looks like Poofley just got his bank statement" gasped the blonde with tears rolling down his face, stomach clutched in laughter. He really didn´t know why he was finding the continued wailing funny, he *knew* without a doubt that once the ex–watcher calmed down enough to tell his employer why he was having a nervous breakdown, he would, no doubt receive another of Angel´s "little talks" about respecting other peoples belongings. Thank Christ the kid had been worth all $1800 charged to Wesleys mastercard.
"Serves him right for lusting after my hands, not cancelling the card straightaway as any normal person would" he groaned as he recognised the heavy feet of his Sire pounding their way up the stairs towards his chosen room, or rather the room that he had been thrown into as he was being disciplined by the older vampire. A large snort of the anger rolling off the aforementioned brunette that reached his room well before the other man did, Spike leaned calmly against the doorway and waited for the inevitable explosion.
"What´s the matter, boy a bit pissy that you turned down the offer of popping his cherry?" sneered the blonde as he both ducked and stepped back further into the large room away from the large hands lunging towards him. "You should go for it you know, If you don´t I will..eerk, ugh mmffm"
Angel stood with both hands wrapped around his Childes throat for what seemed the hundreth time since the younger vampire had been swapped for his well trusted Gunn, only five months ago. The little bastard had really out done himself this time, not only had he stolen a wallet that didn´t belong to him, he had used almost the entire limit of a credit card that belonged to one of his employers in a brothel. Not just any one, but one of the most expensive in the area. Giving the still smirking smaller man a vicious shaking, he growled and snapped in pure anger, throwing him across the bed.
"Do not speak...no, I mean it, don´t even try to pull that Xander crap on us again!" snarled Angel as he stalked over the panting male on the floor whom by some small miracle, had the smirk still firmly plastered across his face. He was mostly upset, not by the way the card had been used, but how the blonde kept on insisting that he had smelt Xander in a couple of the rooms. Cordelia had overheard the argument between the vampires when the youngest had come back after the little fuck episode and had spent the last few days either in tears and on the phone to Sunnydale, just in tears or in tears and hounding Angel to kill his Childe.
He was furious that his beloved secretary was so upset, it took a lot to upset the former Sunnydale cheerleader but it had taken only one mention of a missing former boyfriend and the whole "I was conceived a bitch" routine was shot to pieces. God only knew how Doyle was coping living with the snappy girl. He knew that the other man was just trying to get out of a severe beating, he used to make up stories that had sucked in the former Scourge of Europe until he had been barely able to remember just why he was beating on the smaller demon and usually it worked a treat. But this was different and went beyond sick, it was just wrong.
"You little prick, if you ever do this again, I will fucking sell your arse to the goddamned whore house, better yet, I should just do it anyway so that Wes can get his money back by coming up your hole" came the almost spat threat as the blonde had his black tshirt ripped from his upper body. A few minutes full punches, kicking and bared teeth by each party, they stood a couple of feet away from each other in shredded clothing, panting with unneeded breathe.
"Fine Peaches, won´t mention the whelp again. Real sorry that I did in the first place anyway" snarled Spike as he wiped away blood that was dripping from his broken nose. Didn´t know why he had tried so hard to tell his Sire about the boy, it wasn´t his problem the wanker was a poofter. He had been bloody glad when the annoying sod had gone missing, it had meant one less Scooby git to kill when he got the chip out. Laughed himself stupid over all the tears and effort the others had put into finding the boy. Even his bloody Sire had put in a few appearances at the meetings they still held about the brunette, probably trying to get back into the Slayers pants again.
"Sick fuck, that´s what you are! Should just stake you and present your ashes to Cordelia in a vase. Tomorrow, you will make yourself useful to Wesley for as long as it takes for you to work off that debt on his card." replied Angel, hoping that the fang that felt chipped really wasn´t. "Sit there and don´t fucking move, understand?"
"Sir, yes Sir!" sneered the sitting blonde, earning a head stinging slap from a meaty hand. "Demon mate, that´s what I am. Same as you, don´t have a poofy soul to make me a ballerina though. That little gift is all yours"
Two more punches into his already sore right shoulder resulted in another brief tussle that eventuated in Spike being pinned on his front, arms being held behind his back by the larger man straddling his hips.
"That´s right Spike, it is all mine, you have a chip that prevents you from being a "real" demon, so what does that make you?" snapped the older vampire as he restrained the howling squirming figure beneath him.
After banging the blondes head into the floor a few times, Angel got up and left the cigarette scented room. Slowly walking back down the stairs, he passed a teary eyed Cordelia and groaned inwardly at the sight of the sniffing girl. Both hands held up in a placating manner, he told the would be actress that his Childe would no longer mention anything about the still missing young man. After being haughtily told that she should have know that it was all lies, he watched as she flounced off to find her fiance.
Angel was still furious at the lies told to them all about Xander. True, he really hadn´t liked the boy when he had been in Sunnydale but after hearing Cordelia regale the office with the weird and odd tales that were associated with the brunette, he had come to feel that the boy would have made a good friend once they had both gotten over their differences. He still went to the meetings Giles held to try and come up with different tactics to find him, if he could spare the time. He felt that he owed it to Xander to help find him after putting the other man through the whole Angelus experience back in Sunnydale. Angel hadn´t really hurt him but the knowledge that when he had lost his soul, he had wanted to kill him very slowly and painfully, gave him enough guilt to pitch in with the rest of the Scooby gang.
Ignoring the startled look on Wesley´s face as he strode into his office and slammed the door to avoid any questions the former watcher might have about his bloodied and tattered appearance, Angel sat heavily in his swivel chair. While prodding gently at his hurting tooth, he admitted that he was still puzzled over the sudden disappearance of Xander Harris now over 3 years ago.
Sometime in 2001
According to the Voice that randomly blared its way around his small room, he had been wherever he was in for only 6 days/nights. Xander wasn´t able to tell when it was day or night, nor how many hours passed in between each session of total darkness and being fed that lead to him being drugged again and felt up by Redhair while Blonde held his head.
He had woken up from the first drugged episode with another thumping headache that paled in comparison to the horror he felt when he realised that he had actually been felt up by another man. The irate brunette had threatened the Voice with extreme bodily harm when he got rescued by Buffy and the rest of the Gang. Never in a million years did he think that he would be placed in such a situation. But here he was, with a thirst that was driving him mad after coping another half finished hand job from the red haired man while he was reduced to giggling like a fucking schoolgirl.
Yet again in the total darkness, Xander was glad that apart from the first episode, he hadn´t had a finger shoved up him again, not that the frustration of being unrelieved wasn´t getting to him. It was an emerging pattern that started with total darkness, being ordered to face away from the brilliant light while his food was placed next to the door, him eating and drinking the drugged offerings while sitting on his mattress in a dim light, getting light headed and giggly while he was felt up all over then lotioned from head to toe including a hand job, being stuck with a needle that snapped him out in seconds and then waking up with a thumping headache to total darkness again with the Voice congratulating him on doing so well and telling him how many days he had been there so far all the while suffering from a horrible thirst.
Xander huffed to himself as he shook his groggy head at the thought of what these people were doing to him. It was getting to the point that he would line up for the hand job voluntarily if it got him some relief for his dry throat and swollen tongue. Always the same questions from the Voice, was he thirsty? Was he hungry? And that really annoying name of "Little Girl". Another few minutes and he could start his tirade of threats against both men and whomever the Voice belonged to, man or woman, he was still unable to tell. He was pretty sure that whoever it was, was able to see in the darkness that surrounded him. They had to be able to, for them to ask the questions when he thought that he would collapse from the thirst. Xander knew that he shouldn´t eat or drink from the obviously drugged things provided for him, but he was unable to stop himself as soon as he saw the water, and once that was gone, he might as well eat the food anyway.
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
A little jump from the startled brunette. Christ, here we go again, what will this be? Round number 8? Quickly quelling that thought, he was wary of the change in routine, so far the Voice had let him steam off before starting the questions. This time, how ever, it looked like questions first, steam later.
"Little Girl" replied Xander, running his tongue over his dry lips.
THAT IS NOW INCORRECT. YOU WILL CHOOSE ANOTHER ONE, CHOOSE ONE THAT IS FAMILIAR AND EASY TO REMEMBER. IT WILL BE YOURS FOR AS LONG AS YOU ARE WITH US.
YOU WILL CHOOSE ONE STARTING WITH "S". YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES. DO NOT DISAPPOINT US.
"What the fuck?" screamed the stunned youth as much as his raw throat would let him. The letter ´S´, why that letter?
CHOOSE OR YOU WILL NOT RECEIVE YOU SUSTINANCE FOR 24 HOURS.
"You forgot to mention the hand job!" Xander muttered under his breathe as he scanned his memory for a name beginning with the required letter. All he could think of was Sylvester Stallone, and that was not going to be an option as far as he was concerned. Sly, Scott, Sam, Samson, Steven?
HAVE YOU CHOSEN?
Shit, what the hell do I say? wondered the parched young man. Scott? Yeah that will do, not going to be here for much longer anyway. Buffy will get me soon enough, won´t have to worry about ´ol Mister Pokey Finger then.
"Scott, if that is all right?" came the answer bouncing off all walls. He didn´t even know how high up the roof was, spending almost 99% of his time drugged on the mattress or taking the occasional change of scenery on the toilet provided.
IT IS SUFFICIENT. YOU WILL ANSWER ONLY TO THIS NAME AND SPEAK ONLY WHEN SPOKEN TO. IS THIS UNDERSTOOD, SCOTT?
"Uuhh, sure. Speak when spoken to and only answer to Scott. What could be simpler?" snorted the annoyed male. He just wanted a drink, drugged or not. The thought of a whole litre of ice cold water at his disposal sent shudders down his body.
GOOD. SCOTT, YOU WILL KNEEL FACING THE WALL. YOU WILL NOT SPEAK. YOU WILL NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU. IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY WITH THIS REQUEST, YOU WILL NOT HAVE SUSTENANCE AGAIN. IS THIS UNDERSTOOD SCOTT?
Fuck! This is now creeping me out more than I thought possible. I thought that I was all icked out already! Were the thoughts racing around his mind as he replied a yes to the question. He didn´t want to die before being found, he was already worried about Anya and the others. If he was dead when they found him, he didn´t know what would happen.
SCOTT, YOU WILL KNEEL AS REQUESTED WITH HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK.
A big sigh and Xander got into the now familiar position of facing the wall opposite the iron door while kneeling on the mattress, waiting for the inevitable painful light to illuminate the small room. He wondered if he was going to get a sponge bath again like he had every alternate feel up time. Crossing his arms behind his back, he heard the lock jiggle, crying out in pain as the brightness hit his sensitive eyes leaving him temporarily blind like always.
However, when he felt his hands grabbed by stronger ones and a bag placed over his head, cutting out the light totally, he allowed himself to give in to the panic that had been building inside of him since waking up naked the first time. Hands let go now that they were cuffed behind him with what felt like wide straps, Xander started screaming for help so loudly, he could feel something in his throat threatening to burst.
SCOTT, YOU WILL STOP ALL UNNECESSARY NOISE AT ONCE. IF YOU DO NOT, YOU WILL BE LEFT WITHOUT ANY FURTHER SUSTENANCE. EVER.
Still on his knees, facing the wall as far as he could tell, the terrified brunette let his screams for help die into a quiet whimper, tears rolling down his face for the first time. He was more terrified of what the Voice was promising than what was going to happen next. Something that he had no idea about. It he hadn´t been so dry, he would have pissed himself already. Xander jerked his head from side to side when he felt rough fingers shove something into each ear, muffling the sound of movement behind him to an almost non– existent murmur of noise.
Chest heaving from the effort not to start screaming again, he choked as a rag was forced into his hiccupping mouth and secured around the back of his head. Head shaking increased, he felt his head grabbed firmly. Held still for a moment, Xander snorted in disgust as the smell of Vicks assaulted his nostrils. Feeling the heat from it being spread just under his nose, the brunette wondered if now was a good time to start praying. Gag being moaned into, he felt hands under each armpit gently lift him from his knees and into a standing position.
He couldn´t hear much going on around him due to the ear plugs, but he thought that he could detect the low murmur of voices as he was led slowly forward. Xander had been somewhat relieved when he realised that his captors were most likely human, now however he was fully terrified of what was going to happen to him. Barefeet slapping against the stone floor in unsteady steps, he was progressively walked forward for what seemed a good ten minutes. More minutes of twists and turns with the occasional feel of carpet and wooden boards under his feet, he could only assume that he was in a huge house. Hope rising when he thought that it might be the mansion, they were dashed when he couldn´t remember it ever having floorboards.
Screaming again into the gag, he felt himself being lifted by the two people guiding him and carried up a few flights of stairs. Still being carried, all action stopped suddenly and with heart pounding, he realised that they were just standing still. A gasp and he was carried forward again. Deposited onto what felt like a bed, Xander wondered what the hell was going to happen now.
Sometime in 2001
Bedroom?
Starting to hyperventilate, Xander struggled to get his wrists free so that he could remove whatever was in his mouth so that he could breath easier. He couldn´t hear anything going on around him due to the earplugs, didn´t know if there was anyone near him. The Vicks shielded any other smell that would give him a hint of where he was and he sure as hell couldn´t see what was going on either. He could however feel the soft material underneath what skin was not covered by the soft clothing he had been dressed in after his last touch up session.
A touch on his head saw him flinch away in shock. Still making grunting noises at whoever had touched him, Xander tried to convey the fact that he needed to breath more air than the gag was letting him have. After struggling on his front, hands tied behind his back, for what seemed like forever, he collapsed heavily on his front due to exhaustion, thirst and lack of air. He screamed into the gag when in a sudden movement, the bag that had been covering his head was ripped off. Head arcing wildly in all directions, he saw that he was lying on his front on a large four poster bed in a medium sized room. It was a plain white four walled room and from what he could see the bed was the main feature of it.
Continuing to pant and struggle now that he could finally see, he froze as he sensed movement behind him. A few kicks from his unfettered white clothed legs and he gasped when he felt hands grab each ankle and spread his legs as wide as they would go until he grunted in pain. What felt like wide cuffs were wound around each one and his ankles hoisted high into the air so that his back was arced painfully, his lower body just rising from the bed. In this position, Xander quickly realized that he couldn´t really move much unless he wanted to snap his spine.
Able to move his head from side to side, he continued to do it in the hopes of seeing something that would eventually get him out, he knew that his captors wouldn´t be able to keep him tied like he was if they wanted to keep him in a good way. All the body lotion proved to him that they wanted him kept in one piece, unless they were going to sacrifice him to a kinky demon, which being Sunnydale, was only all too possible.
A hand coming towards his right side caught his attention, turning his head, Xander recognised the red haired man from his lotion sessions. Skin crawling, he tried to wriggle away from the laughing male as much as the pain in his back would allow him. He could´nt really hear what the other man was mouthing at him except for a continual murmur, and judging from the highly amused expression, Xander doubted that he really wanted to. Finger digging into his right ear and all of a sudden he could hear a rush of sound coming towards him. The same finger stuck into his left ear as the redhead leaned over his body and everything became noise filled.
Xander couldn´t angle his body around to see behind him but the words being tossed around as he lay on the bed still trying to get his hands free had him almost screaming into the gag. He could hear what sounded like 4 separate voices discussing Scotts skin tone and hair colour. Wasn´t it nice that Scott was so fiesty unlike some of the other new ones from the Hellmouth. If they all had such lovely eyes and and thick hair like Scott. Thankfull that all the latest crop were virgins and that they shouldn´t lose out too much money over the fact that they were a bit older than the usual demand.
Gorge rising, Xander really did start screaming into the restrictive gag as he heard the last sentence. Why the hell did being from the Hellmouth have to do anything with being a virgin? Ideas and scenarios running through his mind were making him sick. Someone must have noticed the increase in the noise coming from the bed as they started to stroke along his spine in what they thought was a calming manner, Xander however just wanted them to fuck off, get a glass of water and to get the hell out of there and pretty much in that order.
The conversation continued behind him as he listened to what was being said about him, he knew it was him as they were talking about Scott and he had chosen the name after being requested by the Voice. He now knew the reason why the redhead had stuck a finger into him, he had been tested as to if he was a virgin, Xander didn´t know if he should start crying or not.
"Isn´t he great, he´s going to prove such a challenge for the person who gets to break him in" came the quiet voice of what sounded like an older man.
"Scott´s eyes are beautiful, if I had the money, I would put a bid on for him myself" replied someone else.
He was almost beside himself with worry now, he had some idea of what was happening but that sort of thing only happened to idiots trapped in foreign countries not innocent guys just walking home from a New Year´s Party? Who were the other´s they were talking about? Flinching when he felt a hand rest itself on his back side, he wished he could wriggle enough to indicate to the person to remove the offending body part.
´Ok, lets get the show on the road shall we? Show the bidder´s up and let them see him first" said a voice as it got further away from the bed.
Oh my god, how the hell are they going to find me if I get moved from here? Xander renewed his struggle, ignoring the hand that was still resting on his buttocks. He heard the clatter of feet coming towards him and a round of ooh´s and aah´s dircted at him. No one really got into his direct line of vision so all he saw was dark suits and what looked like on one figure, a red skirt. He was humiliated that a woman would be seeing him like this, feeling his face go red as he felt numerous hand´s run themselves over him, pinching and squeezing him here and there.
As he choked into the gag, he heard his shirt ripped from his upper body and cut away from his arms and wrists, finally pulled out from underneath his body. Shaking motions on his leg cuffs and they were montarily released along with spasms of pain shooting down his thighs and buttocks. Flipped over onto his back so that he rested on his bound hands, Xander was horrified to see that all the people in the room were human and paying his obvious distress no regard as his nipples were pinched and rubbed into hardened nubs by the red haired man. He wasn´t really paying much attention to what was being said by the 6 men and 1 woman crowding around the bed as his legs were once again opened wide and bound to the bed posts, preventing him from wriggleing around too much. His back side was lifted into the air by the blonde and red head while a pillow was placed underneath his lower back easing some of the pain radiating out of his spine.
Just wishing the earth would swallow him, he tried not to cry as various people peered at his face and especially his eyes, touching his hair and stroking the skin on his face and chest. Panicking when he saw a pair of scissors appear in the blondes hands, Xander was humiliated when his thin trousers were cut from his body, exposing him fully to the hard stares.
"Right! You have seen Scott in full. The bidding starts above the usual base price as he is still a virgin and as a bonus is Hellmouth born and raised"
A round of suprised looks greeted this statement. The woman snorting a reply of Scott being too old for companionship.
"You know what Hellmouth born and raised means, do I hear 50?" asked the blonde haired man to the small gathering.
Xander tuned out, all he wanted was a drink and if he had to voluntarily walk over and smile as he recieved a hand job in front of everybody, he would. He was now officially that desperate for fluids. With a start, he was back in the world of reality as he saw the gathering leave except for the red haired man and an older white haired man. Straining to hear the quiet conversation that obviously concerned him, he was suddenly frightened when the red head left the older man alone with him.
"Well Scott, I own you now and until you die or I get sick of you and pass you along. Bet you have no idea of just how special you are do you?"
All this was being said as the older man was undressing and neatly folding his clothes, placing on a chair that Xander had been unable to see before due to the people standing infront of it. Fear was coursing through the brunette as he thought that whatever was going to happen next was not going to be good.
"My name is Randall and you will adress me as such, all other will be adressed as either Sir, Madam or Miss. I´m not going to lie and tell you that your job is going to be easy, but you will get used to it and even come to like it."
Randall was now fully naked and stroking his thick penis erect as he walked over to the bed on which Xander lay struggling as much as his tied legs would let him. He finally couldn´t deny what he knew was going to happen next. He tried to relax his body as he stopped struggling and lay quietly as Randall stood before him touching his limp penis, fondling his lightly haired ball sac. In a conversation with Larry that he really hadn´t wanted to have with the footballer, Larry had described the sudden discomfort of being penetrated for the first time, something that had made Xander shudder. He knew that if he tensed up, it would be more painful for him and if it was going to happen, the less pain the better.
"Be a good boy Scott and I´ll be easy on you. Same as things back in the house, you do the right thing and don´t give me any trouble and I won´t have to discipline you ok?"
At Xander´s hesitant nod, Randall smiled and ran his finger along the brunettes raised enterance hole, producing sounds of denial and scowling. Spitting on his hand, the white haired man coated a finger with his saliva and pushed the digit into Xander´s clenching muscles as the boy yelped into the gag at the sudden pain.
"Jesus, you are a tight one aren´t you? It´ll hurt a bit, just don´t squirm around too much" panted the heavy set older man as he moved the finger around in a tensing male. More spit on his finger and another digit was added to the one already inside of the younger man. Xander was in pain, his whole resolve to relax and get it over with, was shot down in a bundle of flames. He did not like this at all and was trying hard not to cry at the humiliation and the pain of having two fingers jabbing and poking around in him.
Sigh in relief when the rough fingers were removed, he started crying heavily when he heard the other man spit into his hand again. A large blunter head was placed at his spasming entrance. Randall patted at his tears, smiling as he grasped his penis in one hand while steadying himself with the other on Xander´s outstretched left thigh. Hole rubbed a few times with the hot head, Randall pushed and leaned down over the crying brunette at the same time.
Xander felt himself being stretched wider than he thought was possible. Larry was wrong, it wasn´t discomfort, it was agony. Hot, burning, painful agony. Not even trying to stop himself, he screamed into the gag as he was forcibly entered. Feeling the progress halt as something in his body halted the progress, Xander sobbed as Randall continued to push harder into him. His gaze full of dancing black dot´s, he screamed louder when he felt something give way that let the rest of the thick cock to enter his body fully.
Eyes screwed shut tightly, the young man tried to shut out the sounds of the older male grunting and moaning as he started to thrust in and out of the clenching hole. The pain was horrible, he wasn´t designed for this sort of thing. Flesh slapping together sped up as the white haired man pumped in and out of the barely concious male beneath him.
Xander could feel wetness on his thighs and hoped that it wasn´t blood, groaning in agony each time Randall pulled out fully and slammed back into him. There wasn´t enough moisture left in his throat to scream anymore. Thrust´s speeding up with the heavier man now fully on top of him, he didn´t even bother to move his head away as he was licked and sloppily kissed by the grunting man. Suddenly he could feel twitching from the cock inside of him and hotness spurt up into him as Randall held his position of lying ontop of the shaking younger man.
Great loud coughing noises from the man above him and Xander assumed that it was all over. He had´nt however counted upon the pain of the cock being withdrawn, sending his arse muscles into a spasm frenzy that renewed the flood of tears.
"Good boy Scott, you´ll be well liked in the house."
came the laughing commentary of the older man as he wiped his blood coated cock on a towel taken from a packet of baby wipes from his coat pocket. The distressed youth lay on the bed as he was tied with blood and cum coating his thighs and wondered what hell was meant by that statement. He just wanted to die and didn´t want any of his friends to see him like this, he was too ashamed.
