Forced to His Knees 5
Somewhere in 2001
Laying on his new bed, Xander read the list that had been left for him. If it wasn´t so upsetting, he would have laughed at what was written on the white sheets of paper. This was the third time that he had read the demeaning words and he still couldn´t get his head around what they said.
Welcome Scott,
As I said to you earlier, your job won´t always be easy but given time, you will find it enjoyable.
You are in the room that will be yours for as long as you stay with us. This is yours alone and no–one else will allowed to enter it except myself and other employees. No clients will be tolerated at all. The following are just a few rules to help you integrate fully into the position.
1. Your name is Scott and this is the only name that you will answer to.
2. You will speak only when spoken to unless the client specifies otherwise.
3. What the client wants, the client gets unless it is on the no–no list. If the client insists on doing it, leave the room and wait outside the door until Fletcher, Adam or myself comes to get you. We always know what goes on in a room, we will come to get you. If it is not possible, stall for time until one of us comes to get you.
4. All clients are to be addressed as Sir unless otherwise specified in the beginning. You will not raise your voice, scream or yell unless asked to do so. You will not kick, bite, punch or struggle unless asked to do so. Any attempt on your behalf to harm a client or fellow employee is strictly forbidden. Failure to meet these standards will result in water deprivation.
5. After each session, you will return to your room immediately. Once in your room, you will shower then apply the lotion provided if necessary and wait until you are requested once more.
6. The light above your door will flash twice to indicate that you make your way down to the introduction room. Five minutes after the initial flashing, there will be reminder buzzer. You have ten minutes in total to present yourself, do not make us come and collect you. The failure to present yourself will result in water deprivation. On the possibility of not being chosen, you will not linger around, you will return immediately to your room and wait.
7. You will treat all clients with the proper respect that they are entitled to. Once you have proved that you can be trusted, you will be rewarded.
8. You will NEVER allow a client to bareback. You will always use the condoms provided. Once again, if the client insists on trying, wait outside in the hallway for someone to collect you.
9. Every morning you will be provided with fresh towels, make sure you put the used ones in the bin provided. This also goes for your clothing, especially your undergarments. Fresh clothing will be provided every day.
10. Every second day you will place your sheets and pillow cases in the bin provided and each morning you will give said bin to either Fletcher or Adam as asked. You will then remake your bed using the fresh bed linen provided.
11. The only sections of the house that you will be allowed to occupy are your personal room, the introduction room, client rooms and when you have proven trustworthy, the library/tv room. Reading is encouraged at all times. If you are by some chance found to be outside of the specified areas, you will be persuaded not to stray again.
12. Each month you will be provided with three day´s off and how you spend the time is up to you but once again, you will not leave the designated areas. These days are yours unless a regular requests you. Every measure will be made to ensure that this will not occur but unfortunately these things happen.
Meals will be provided three times a day on the day´s that you are not working. The days that you are, they will be provided an hour before you go on shift and again as soon as you are finished. This is to ensure that you are clean. Small snacks will be allowed if needed, ask before indulging.
Provided you do the right thing, you will find that this is a pleasurable business. Remember, I do own you and if you do not follow these instructions, there are numerous ways of helping you to abide by them.
Once you have read these and understand them, knock on the door and you will be provided with a meal, the water to your shower will also be turned on and you will recieve a set of clean clothes.
Randall.
Mind spinning at what the words indicated, Xander knew that if Angelus, in all his arsehole glory, stepped through the doorway, he would wouldn´t even think twice in going with the prick of a vampire. He was horrified at what Randall was going to get him to do. It was one thing to bend over for the older man, but to do it for ´clients´ was another thing totally and one that he was determined never to do.
He had already kicked and screamed his way around the orange room and been told to keep quiet, so he had sat himself on the bed and read the list, hoping that he had just read it wrong. Unfortunately, he had obviously read it just right and that was really freaking him out.
What was he in, Youth Camp from Hell? He already thought that Randall was nutty but this just proved how much. If the older man owned a whore house, why didn´t he just hire prostitutes? What was the deal with him being born and raised on the Hellmouth? God, when was someone coming to get him, he wasn´t sure how much more he could take.
Tears pricking at his eyes in what felt like the hundreth time since waking up in the total darkness the first time, Xander let them flow down his dirty cheeks. What the hell had he done ever to get this kind of Karma rebounding onto him? He was filled with disgust that he had already let someone fuck him, the thought of other men doing the same was beyond revolting.
"I want to go home!" the brunette shrieked, holding his head between his hands. "Please, I just want to go home!" Huge sobs racking his body, Xander was determined never to do what Randall planned for him. Trying to ignore the whispering voice that was telling him that he would anyway, he sat crying until he fell asleep.
8 May 2004
The lobby to Eternal was decorated in that subtle way that just couldn´t help but scream that whatever you laid a finger on cost more than your total weeks wage. Cream and gold made up most of the colour scheme with splashes of russet, ocean blue and light wood panelling to match the floor boards that most likely ran throughout the whole brothel. Very tastefully done was the thought running through the older vampires mind as he waited in the sitting room on the red velvet couch provided while Spike strolled around the similarly decorated room.
Angel hoped that the simpering man who had greeted both himself and Spike didn´t come too close next time, he just wanted to pound into the greasy little twerp. With Wesley´s mastercard clutched in Spikes hand and himself right beside the blonde, they had made their way up the stairs of Eternal on the pretence of the blonde treating the taller man to a night at the brothel. All explained with smiles and briefly flashed game faces, they had been asked what they preffered for the night and with Spike handing over the card, they had requested a brunette over 20 if possible.
Laughing, Angel had explained that he found the older ones a bit more accepting of what he and his friend wanted to do. The Armani clad man, simpering and rubbing his hands together in agreement over what they had requested, had shown them into the sitting room that was off to the one side. Explaining that because they were a little ´different´, they were not to go making faces at anyone until they were in the designated room, Clark asked them to wait while he saw what was available for them.
Waiting for about a minute after the smaller man had left the room, closing the door, Angel smelled his way around the cream and gold room. The smell was there, it was a little off, but it was undoubtedly Xander´s scent. He reached across to the right and smacked the younger upside of the head, ignoring the protesting yelp that halted the snickers.
"Sodding Poof, what did you do that for?" whinged the blonde, rubbing his head that stung from his Sire´s heavy hand. "Not my fault this is funny!"
Sitting quickly at the quiet growl coming from beside him, Spike wished he had a camera to take at least one photo of Angels face when confronted with a Xanderwhore. Hell, he wanted one of the whelp as well. How stupid can you get he thought. Why would you leave a horny ex–demon like the Anya bint to go and work in a brothel? It was the explanation to that little question that had finally convinced him to accompany his Sire to Eternal. He really didn´t give a shit if the moron was a pillow biter or not.
Angel could feel himself getting increasingly annoyed with the Childe sitting beside him, if the blonde hadn´t already set himself up as a customer in Wesley´s name, he would have come in alone to scope things out. It had been decided by the four men to use Spikes earlier criminal activity to an advantage, Wesley only having a minor heart attack at what the credit company would be thinking of him. The brunette vampire had to smile at the image of the ex–watcher huffing and puffing around the office before agreeing to let his card get used again. It had been a really nice sight.
After the idea of Xander working as a prostitute had been laughed at and finally tossed around the group of friends, the front entrance had stopped being watched, concentrating on the small back entrance in the alley beside the building. It was there that it was discovered that it dealt with not only vampires and humans but numerous other humanoid demons. All coming and going via the back entrance so as not to alarm the regular clients. Very rarely did a demon who passed for human go through the main doors, and they were usually vampires.
A few ´clients´ carefully cornered by Angel after a few more weeks of watching, were more than happy to recommend the services of Eternal, stating that the establishment had boys trained especially for the separate demon clientele. That single statement rang the alarm bells deep within Angels head, discussing it with his employees back at work in between Doyle´s visions and other paid hire, all had agreed that it was worrying. Xander still hadn´t been seen around the back entrance but Angel knew that he worked in the brothel, he had smelt the man on one of the demons he had talked to.
Everyone except a smirking Spike had been horrified at the thought of Xander not only working in a brothel but one that catered for demons as well. It was one thing for the missing Scooby member to be gay and in the long run, be working in a brothel but they had all agreed and surprisingly Spike as well, that there was no way that he would voluntarily work as a prostitute for demons, not after experiencing the Hellmouth. Angel was adamant that he had smelt the boy on one of the demons. Buffy and the gang from Sunnydale had been upset at not being able to get away from the commitments that held them in place and had left the decision of what to do squarely with the L.A. friends.
After a lot more discussion by everybody, it had been decided to just go and try to rent Xander for a session to at least find out what the hell was going on which had led the two vampires to where they were now. They were going to talk with the boy until it was proved that he needed rescuing. After all, everybody could be wrong and Xander really was voluntarily working as a demon whore. That thought was doing nothing to silence the warning bells that continued to ring in Angels mind.
The blonde was impatient for the fun and angst to begin, Poof had been pretty miserable when he had found out that it hadn´t been a lie but as far as Spike was concerned, the more angst for the older vampire meant more fun that he could have poking fun at him.
Both vampires turned as one to face the door set into one corner, the multiple footsteps halting as the door was pushed open. Four brunettes stepped out of the corridor and lined up in front of the waiting men. All were wearing white pants,leaving their chests bare. Hands clasped behind their backs, they stood patiently as Clark listed their names and talents.
Spike and Angel shot each other a confused look, Xander was in the room but the only one who looked anything like him was someone who was just bordering on the age of 18, had clear green eyes and was a good head shorter than what the other brunette should be. Xander would be around 23 or 24 at least and had dark brown eyes, defiantly not green or blue as two of the other males had. The blonde got up from the couch and circled each one closely, sniffing discreetly. Stopping beside the boy with the green eyes, he asked Clark what the name was again.
Scott.
With a motion for his Sire to join him at the boy´s side, he made a few faces at Angel. He was stumped. Scott smelled pretty much like Xander, the scent was just a bit off, and had the looks almost down pat but something was obviously not right. Shrugging, he watched as Angel ran a finger down Scott´s arm in the hopes of producing an emotion that would do something to the scent coming from the boy. No fear, no flinch at his Sires cool finger and certainly no accelerated heartbeat. Pretty much like the one he had rented earlier that year. He was sure that he could smell the other boy in the room as well but none of the others looked anything like Patrick not even the ones with blue eyes.
Waving Clark off as he explained that all his boys were trained to different types of clients, the taller vampire informed the lobby jockey that Scott would be the one for them that night. Once the other prostitutes were led back to the side door again and sent through, Scott shyly grasped Angels hand and started to lead them towards a small staircase, separate to the larger one in the main foyer.
Spike was honestly curious as to how someone other than Xander could have so much of the boys original scent on him. It wasn´t a shagging scent, it just was Xander´s scent. Following closely behind an equally curious Angel, he wondered if he would get a screw from the boy anyway, after all they had paid for two hours. Stopping in front of a solid wood door, one of six in the small corridor, the blonde recognised it as the one he had used before and wondered if this was Scott´s regular room to conduct business in.
Door open and all trooping through, Scott closed the door and went to stand at the side of the bed. Hands behind his back, eyes looking to the floor, he waited.
"Xander?"
"I´m sorry Sir, my name is Scott. Is there any particular way you would like to do this tonight?"
"Oi, Whelp. Don´t stuff around, what are you doing here?" snapped Spike. He had no idea what was going on but had finally come to the conclusion that the male standing before him was Xander, just a different Xander that he was used to.
"I don´t understand Sir, what would you like me to do first?" came the quiet reply as Scott continued to stand by the bed.
Taking a few steps forward, Angel stood chest to chest with the shorter male. Noting that finally a flicker of emotion passed over Scott´s face, he wrapped his arms around the startled boys upper body, mouth placed alongside his ear. Positioning his upper arm so that it hid his mouth, he asked if there was anyone watching them. Feeling hesitant arms go around his own waist, he waited for an answer from the lad.
"I don´t understand Sir, it can be arranged if you would like at only a small charge but at the moment only your blonde friend is watching."
Ignoring the snort of disgust from behind him, the vampire tried again with a question of if anyone was listening to them. Groaning in frustration when the answer was that only his blonde friend was listening to them and yet again for a small charge, someone else could be brought in to listen to them. The smell was slightly off and the male didn´t look exactly the same or anywhere near as old as Xander should and the height was a worry but he knew this was Xander. Arms unwrapped from the quiet boy, he instructed Scott to stay where he was and dragged Spike over to the couch, sitting them both down.
"It´s him isn´t it? What the hell is going on?" whispered the blonde, one eye on the submissive male. Seeing his Sire nod and then shrug, he quietly told the other man about his time with Patrick and how he was sure that he could smell the boy in the room even with the others looking nothing like him, the scent radiating off of the brown eyed boy.
"This is more than a simple glamour cast over him, it´s a whole bone structure change. I mean, just look at the height, Xander is definitely taller than that."
With that, Angel got up from the couch and grasped Scott arm, leading the quiet boy over back towards Spike and the couch. Settling the younger brunette on the floor, he went into full game face, instructing the blonde to do so as well. Both vampires were confused, even if Xander was voluntarily working in a male brothel, his first instinct should still have been to either try and stake them or at least run for his life. However, nothing was said nor did the boy flinch from having Spike shove his game face completely into his own. Somehow all the patrolling instincts had been removed completely, something that should have been nearly impossible to do. Obviously the training that Clark had mentioned.
Maybe they were wrong and this wasn´t Xander? Looking at each other, Angel was shocked to see the same expression of disbelief on his Childe´s face. Both were jerked out of their thoughts by a quiet voice coming from the floor.
"Please Sirs, if you don´t want me to do anything, then would you care to have a discussion about any topic in particular?"
"Um..er ok Scott, just let me talk to Wes here and we´ll do something in a minute" flustered the brunette vampire.
"Hey pet, why don´t you fire up the spa and get it ready for us" prompted the blonde, gently pushing the boy towards the large tub taking up a full corner of wood panelled room. Both men watched as Scott shot them a grin and literally prowled over to run the hot water and start the noisy jets.
"Don´t even think about it Spike, something is seriously wrong here" Angel growled as he noticed his Childe getting aroused at the sight of brunette sitting on the edge of the spa, swinging his legs all the while shooting them little smiles as the water heated up. ´Ok, he´s been altered but that could just be his working image. Maybe this is why we haven´t been able to spot him coming or going.´
Nodding while admiring the view, Spike made a comment of wasn´t it funny that four brunettes had been found from the boys reserved only for demons. They had already been informed that there were only about 6 males working that side of the brothel.
"Glamoured to order, just choose hair and eye colour and even the age?"
Another nod at Angels comment produced a soft swear from the older vampire, the blonde replying that they hadn´t specified an eye colour. Maybe the eye colour and height were left over from the previous client they could smell on him. The boy had obviously showered after the last session but the sensitive noses of the vampires could still detect the last few clients. Something that was making Angel feel a little sick.
"Sirs, the water is hot enough now, would you like me to undress you both?" came the soft enquiry. Scott got up from sitting on the spa edge and slowly walked towards the leering blonde and stunned brunette. Crossing the thick rug, he stood in front of a flustered older vampire. Giving his silver bracelets a lengthy rub, Scott suddenly swung his legs over Angel, seating himself firmly in the older mans lap.
Spike laughed hard at his Sires face, Angel was trying to hard to hide his growing erection from Scott but was having no luck as the boy shifted himself so that he was straddling the firm thighs, a leg on each side of the vampire. Rubbing a finger over the raised game face ridges the older vampire had sprouted, Scott asked a very simple question in a barely audible whisper, lips not even moving.
"Would you like to go first or is your Childe allowed to go before his Sire?"
"What the bloody fuck did you just say?" demanded a suddenly serious blonde.
They could both smell the rising fear from the boy as he continued to lightly run his fingers along Angels face. At Spikes whispered question, the scent only grew stronger. The older vampire gently grasped at the youths hands, as much as he was actually enjoying the touching, he wanted the boy´s full attention. The fear wasn´t directed at them and he wanted to know why.
Throat cleared, Angel quietly asked what Scott was afraid of, sighing when the reply was for him not to be so silly and did he want Scott to touch him anywhere else. They had already been in the room for half an hour and so far no progress from the boy who was determined to provide Angel with some sort of sexual gratification. As soon as the brunette vampire knocked the youths hands away from his belt buckle, the fear increased a few more notches.
"Not used to taking it so slow Pet? drawled the wary younger vampire. "Someone get a bit angsty beside the great Poof here, do they?" Ignoring the glare from his Sire, Spike wrapped his arms around Scott, half dragging and lifting the youth off the brunettes lap and onto his own.
"I´ve got bit of a nickname, you can give the great Broody beast a handjob if you can guess it, ok?" smirked the smaller man, turning only to briefy hiss a warning at the protest that formed on the others lips. He was pretty sure that there were video cameras in the room and if it looked like Scott was doing a bad job with a client, there would be consequences for the lad. The boy was already afraid that he was doing a bad job, obviously used to just being fucked pretty much as soon as the door was closed.
"Come on, don´t be shy." prompted Spike, running a finger along the tanned skin covering the ribcage, eliciting a few giggles from the smiling boy. He was hiding the fear as much as possible, if the blonde hadn´t been a vampire, there was no way he would have known the lad was afraid. How the hell Xander got to be so shy, was one of the questions leading to the million dollars. The scooby he had known back in Sunnydale might have been a total dickhead in his opinion but he had never been this submissive even when pinned under the ex–demons thumb.
Glancing back at Angel who was watching with a worried expression but so far leaving it in Spikes hands, he gestured for the other male to get undressed. Snapping a face full of fang at his Sire´s protests, he shifted the boy off his lap and told him to stay put, ignoring the increased waft of fear. One hand grabbing Angel, he walked them both over to the spa. Once Spike was certain that their words would be hidden by the noisy spa jets, he proceeded to inform his Sire what he thought was going on with the boy.
"Pretty much what I was thinking as well, I´m not having sex with him though and neither are you. Thats Xander sitting there, not some faceless whore no matter how addled his mind is at the moment."
"Don´t have a choice Peaches, gonna get the whelp into trouble if something doesn´t happen that looks good for the cameras"
"Um, strip and get into the spa then, that will be good enough for the moment while we decide what to do, its not just Xander. Those other boys have to be under the same sort of threats."
Suprised to see his Childe agree with him for once, he went on to state his theroy of Xander letting them know subtly with the previous question of Sire and Childe, that he wanted to get out. The scent of fear just proving that he was being forced into the role, if he was there voluntarily, there would be no need to be afraid. Calling Scott over to them, he was disturbed by how the boys face lit up when he saw the vampires taking off their clothes. He just needed Xander to relax a bit so that he would open up and they could get some answers from him.
"Is your nickname the Bleached Wonder?" ventured the youth as he shed his white pants. Leaving them by the side of the spa, Scott climbed into the bubbling water completely naked, smiling softly as Angel reached up to help him in. Shooting a look at his Sire as they could smell the fear starting to dissapate, Spike shook his head stating that it was actually Stake.
"I would have thought that Spike suits you better" commented a serious looking brunette youth. Beaming once again as he saw the vampires nod encouragingly at him, Scott moved over to the blonde and straddled his lap with a leg on either side of the grinning male. Fingers run over his face, he lowered his head and brushed his lips lightly over a startled vampires cool ones.
"I´m frightened you´re not real, are you real or are you a trick?" he whispered almost silently in the males ear, one hand disappearing into the water and grasping a cool length.
"Real Whelp" answered Spike, enjoying the brunettes hand rubbing his hard cock underneath the bubbles. He knew his Sire could smell what was going on but he decided to let Scott continue his handjob until the great Poof got all angsty and broke it up. Which only took about one minute for Angel to start growling and then move closer to the youth. Hand grasped firmly around the pulsing organ, he started to pump faster, encouraged by the blondes moaning.
"Hello Deadboy, would you like one next?" Scott asked as quietly as possible, green eyes boring into dark brown ones, silently begging the older vampire to say yes. The planned objections to what Scott was doing to his Childe died on his lips as Angel took in the brief glimmer of despair and pain that radiated from Scott/Xanders eyes. He was sickened when the boy automatically covered the pain with a well practised smile. Just what the hell had this place done to him.
Unable to speak, he nodded at the younger brunette, watching as Scott pumped Spike faster all the while sucking and nibbling on the blondes nipples. Angel couldn´t help himself from getting hard again, the smell of arousal pouring off the other vamp mixed with the groans and gaspy breaths was a heady concoction that was impossible to resist. His own hand strayed down underneath the warm water to stroke his length as his Childe came with a roar, pulling Scotts head in close for a punishing kiss.
Scott, giving the blonde a quick peck on the cheek once he was allowed up for much needed air, got up from his comfortable seat and gestured for Angel to sitin the place where Spike was currently occupying. Shoving a protesting vampire out of the way, the older vampire settled in the indicated spot wondering why this particular position. It was answered when Scott straddled him again and whispered that the camera would be facing his back and the control room wouldn´t be able to see him talking.
"Talk to me Scott, tell me all you can and we *will* get you out, ok?" asked Angel, grunting in both pleasure and shock when Xander/Scott took his hard length in one hand, lifted himself and with a swift movement, impaled himself fully onto his cock. Gasping as the youth started to ride him, he was horrified at how loose the boy was. Sharing a look with his staring Childe, he tried to concentrate fully on what was being whispered in his ear as Scott leaned close to him. The name of who owned him, how many other males like him there were, the six rooms below this corridor where they lived, everything he could.
"Are you really going to take me home?"
Angels heart almost broke when he opened his eyes and saw the hope shining in the clear green orbs, even with his cock buried deep inside of the boy, he felt himself lose his erection. Stuttering his apologies, he embarrassedly shoved Scott off him and went to get out of the spa, stopping when he felt a cool hand on his arm. Seeing Spikes scowl, he looked back towards the visibly upset boy still facing away from the camera. The almost invisible rocking of the body and the whispered words of "You get used to it" drove Angel to sit down and place him back onto his lap, the blonde kneeling behind the younger brunette.
One hand one his Sire´s knee, Spike with a long look between himself and Angel, wrapped the other hand around a limp penis. Gently thumbing the head, he slowly stroked the organ into hardness. Smirking as the older vampire started to rub at the boys nipples, he took his hand off the knee and placed a finger at the puckered enterance of Scott/Xander. The smirk turned into frown when he realised just what had helped to turn his Sire off, the boy was obviously well used, there was virtually no resistance left. Still continuing to fist the hard flesh between his fingers, he didn´t think that the youth even realised that there was a finger up him. Inserting another, he gently probed for the prostrate.
Angel was saddened that this small gesture was the only thing that they could do for Scott until they could come back and get both himself and the other boys without ensuring the death of them all. Rubbing at the hardened nubs beneath his fingers, he rested his forehead against Scotts as the youth moaned in pleasure at what Spike was doing. Quiet words of reassurance were directed towards him, promises that he would go home very soon.
Scott was panting as the digits inside of him continuily found their mark, shuddering as he came without a sound against Angels stomach. Angel wanted to do nothing but wrap the boy in a soft towel and take him straight back home, looking at the warning glance shot at him by an unusually quiet blonde, he got out of the water and started to dry himself with one of the towels left by the side of the spa. Spike pulled his fingers out and let go of the now limp again penis. Standing up, he told Scott to wait in the tub while he got dried.
Both men wrinkled their noses at the brief flash of fear. The blonde, barely dry, went around to his Sires side. Telling Angel that they only had about 20 minutes left, he threw a towel at Scott, ignoring the glare he received from the older male.
"Treat him like the whore he is for the moment, what do you want them to do? Their already probably suspicious of the soft way we´ve treated him." snapped Spike, reminding the other man that they were vampires and that the boy should be all screamed out by now. "He could be sold tonight if he poses even a hint of trouble"
"I know, I know. What do you want me to do, rape him?" snarled an angry brunette. Dropping his voice, he told the blonde that he wouldn´t be able to get it up again to do it.
Rolling his eyes, the younger vampire ordered Scott out of the tub and onto the floor as soon as he was dry. Telling Angel to sit himself on the couch and to think of something featuring Wesley in a dress to wank to, he roughly told a waiting Scott to get down onto all fours. Kneeling behind him, he grasped the thick hair with one hand and twisted the boys head back as hard as he could without setting off the chip. Leaning over towards his ear, Spike told Scott to scream as if he was being hurt.
"Yes Sir"
Those magic words getting the blonde hard again in an instant, held a few fingers up to Scotts mouth only to be pleasantly suprised when he found his digits in Angels cool mouth. Yellow eyes looking at him, he allowed his Sire to suck leisurly at his slim fingers. Feeling his own game face slip into place, he withdrew his fingers after a minute and started to wet around Scotts hole. He watched his Sire move around so that Scotts face was in direct line with his crotch.
Stroking himself hard, Angel pretended that the hot breathe he felt on his cock was Wesleys and not the poor bastard they had found. He was ashamed to have to do this to Scott/Xander but his Childe was right, if ordinary vamps had hired the boy, he would have been beaten and fucked repeatedly by now. Hopefully what they were about to do would go a small way in helping to avoid getting Scott into trouble.
A grunt alerted the older vampire that Spike had entered the boy, soft slapping confirming it. Groans that started out soft steadily rose in volume until they were harsh grunts. Eyes closed, Angel pumped his length in time to the sound of flesh meeting flesh. The emerging screams almost made the older brunette lose his concentration and he had to quickley rummage up another image of Wesley before he went soft again.
Spike was speeding up his thrusts, trying to make it look like he was actually hurting the now screaming Scott. Snapping and snarling as he pumped in and out of the boy, he was watching his Sire wank infront of him. He had seen the older man almost lose it when the screaming had started and was determined to finish before the Poof really lost it next time, it just wouldn´t look good to those watching. Feeling his balls tingle, he gave a few more hard thrusts, filling the boys bowels with his cool seed.
He tightened his hand around his cock as he smelt Spike cum into Scott. Imagining that he was being given head by the ex–watcher, he ran his thumb over his leaking tip until he felt himself explode. Angel knew exactly where his cum would land, on Scotts face. Hoping that the youth would one day forgive him, he ordered the brunette to clean him off.
As Scott licked his Sire clean, Spike knew that the other man was just about to shut down into a major angst and this time he really couldn´t blame him. Not bothering to clean himself up, he gathered the clothes from around the spa and started to get dressed as Scott and Angel finished up. Ignoring the boy totally, they could smell fear once again taint the room. It wasn´t the earlier acrid fear of not doing a good job but a heavier scent, the fear of them never coming back for him. Pants thrown at a cum covered whore, the blonde waited for the older vampire to get fully dressed before opening the door and entering the corridor.
Angel joining his Childe in the wood pannelled hallway, watching as a dressed Scott walked past them and passed through another door that was almost invisible when closed, blending totally into the wall. With nothing to say to each other, they went down the small flight of stairs, passing Clark who asked them if everything had gone alright. Spike answering that Scott had been better than expected, guided his souled Sire back into the street still unable to start picking on him due to the now official brood.
