Forced to His Knees 6
Eternal, sometime in 2001
"Damn it! I can´t get it off me" sobbed Xander as he tried to scrub the mans sweat off him. He had finally crumbled and had agreed, much to his shame, to have sex with another man other than Randall after 2 days of no water and this time, no food.
Once he had agreed, he had been rewarded with a jug of water and a decent sized bowl of soup with a few slices of buttered bread. Allowed to have a shower and presented with soap, shampoo, conditioner and a large tub of sorbelene and glycerin cream as well as a hair brush and comb, he would have enjoyed his first shower in days if it weren´t for the humiliation that refused to go away.
That had been yesterday. This morning he had been woken up with a demand for his dirty linen and clothes. Handed fresh bed linen, 3 towels and clothes, he had remade his bed and dressed after a quick shower. He hadn´t wanted to do what Randall wanted but he feared the repercussions if he didn´t. Once dressed and fed, he had been guided from his room by a chatting Randall and a new man, Adam. Gripped tightly around his right upper arm by the huge black male, he had been led down a short corridor that featured five more doors other than his own.
Randall had proudly informed him about the five other boys from the Hellmouth who were his work colleagues. Xander refrained from spitting at the older man, pretty sure that he would get into trouble. Listening to the non stop babble, he had been led to another door at the end of the hallway. A solid push by Randall and it swung open, the older man telling him that a button unlocked it from the control room and if Xander wasn´t allowed to go through it, then it wouldn´t open for him. Asking a question about the control room, he had been told to stay silent until he was asked to speak.
The door lead to a few sets of steps that went up to another level, following the grey haired brothel owner, he had climbed the stairs all the while being clutched by the grim faced Adam. Once at the top of the stairs, another push opened the door that greeted them and they passed through and into a wood panelled hallway. Directly to his left was a small wooden staircase, 3 doors on each side of the cream and gold corridor and a plain white door set into the wall at the other end of the corridor. A quick glance back and he had discovered that the door blended in perfectly with the wall it was set into, virtually invisible.
Tugging Xander along behind him, Adam strode after Randall who stopped in the middle of the floorboards and pointed to the last doorway to the right, telling him that it was his working room. The brunette was startled to realise that it was directly above his room on the lower level. Face flushed at the thought of actually being assigned a working room, he was humiliated to be led through the heavy wood door.
He barely noticed the things that Randall pointed at, just wanting the earth to swallow him. Dully, he took in the huge four poster bed and the spa in one corner, only briefly glancing at the three seater sofa and thick blue rug covering the floorboards. After a few minutes of the older man telling him how to work the spa, it was pointed out to him that there were cameras in the small bathroom and larger bedroom, the same type that were in every corridor and the introduction room including his own room. A nod from him and they left the room. Xander had felt himself crumble a little more at the knowledge that other people would be watching his every act with a client.
Stopped at the white door, it had been explained that once he had been requested, he would go from his room, up the stairs and down this corridor and use the white door to go down to the introduction room. He was to wait just outside the doorway until Clark came to collect him, he was never to just walk through without Clark. Scott must never use the client stairs to go down into the introduction room. It was only for him to bring the clients up to the service rooms. Xander had nodded, trying not to cry whenever the word client came into the older mans speech.
Through the white door they had gone and down the short flight of steps that were just beyond it, coming out into the tastefully decorated room that Randall had described as the introduction room. Xander had already discovered a hatred of the word client and as soon as he saw the cream and gold room, he added introduction to the list. Led towards the closed french doors only a few feet from the staircase, Xander had been released and told to sit on the velvet couch for a minute. A dark haired suit clad man opened the solid wood doors and after telling Xander that he was Clark, had made small talk with Randall and Adam while the door were left open.
Xander had sit there trying not to just run straight through them, impatiently waiting until it looked like all three older men were engrossed in conversation. After a few minutes, he hadn´t been able to wait any longer and had run as fast as he could towards the open doors. And run he had until he had hit what felt like a solid brick wall. On the ground in shock at having been stopped so suddenly, he had been speechless as he watched Clark go through the doors with no problems at all. Xander had leant forward, tapping at the solidness in front of him and bursting into tears when Adam walked through a few times without hesitation. There had been nothing to see, just an invisible wall.
He had flinched away from Randall as the older man stroked his bare shoulders and back. Xander had tried to ignore the soothing words that the other man directed at him as he was hauled up from the floor by a smiling Adam and led up the wooden staircase that dominated one corner of the room. The brunette hadn´t taken much notice of where he had been led, too shocked at having realised that there wasn´t a way out. Barely recognising the room that had been set aside for him, he had allowed Adam to shut the door after they were both inside.
Shoved towards the bed, he had been told to stand with his hands behind his back and eyes looking to the floor. Startled, Xander had glanced up at the large man who was undressing, causing his stomach to knot up in dread. Told again to assume the position, he had complied when it was explained that this was how he was to stand until the client informed him of what was going to happen during the session. With tears running down his face, he had listened to Adam as he described the various positions and gave tips on how to improve a blow job.
Shower turned off, Xander grabbed at a towel, limping as he walked out from behind the concrete wall. Adam hadn´t been too gentle with him while getting him to do it in different positions and it hurt to walk. He had been torn inside, the blood spotting the face washer only agreeing with the pain radiating out of him. Xander desperately wanted to brush his teeth, the taste of semen still coating his tongue even after rinsing repeatedly in the shower, but so far he hadn´t been provided with a toothbrush or paste.
Clearing his sore throat, he slowly made his way over to the door. Carefully he bent over, groaning at the throbbing in his anus, and grabbed the water that had been left for him. Water finished, he brushed at the drying tears and smiled bitterly around the room. He hadn´t even tried to struggle with Adam, knowing that it would be no good, so he had placed himself as ordered each time. He now knew how to have sex with a cock up his arse in four different positions, he also knew how to provide a crude handjob and assumed that one day cum would be easy to swallow on request.
It had hurt, every thrust into him. Xander had given up trying to hold back his cries of agony after his begging for it to stop met with no reply. Adam had used him twice before much to his horror, he had been replaced with Randall who had continued in showing him what to do in a hand job and after getting fucked again by Adam in a sideways position then manouvered around into a missionary for the finish, had attempted his first cum swallow.
With much gagging, dry retching and finally a round of vomiting, he had admist, the tears and pain come through it all. The only thing Randall had said during the whole time apart from a few words of supposed encouragement was that next time he should try to smile a bit more. Apparently sobbing tends to turn some clients off.
Too tired to cry anymore, Xander shuffled over to his bed and tried to climb into it without hurting himself too much. Pillow rearranged a bit, he pulled up the two blankets and stared at the concrete shower divider. He shuddered at the thought that his first paying client wouldn´t be too far off now.
10 May 2004
Seated in the lobby of the Hyperion, the Scooby gang and Angel Investigations team argued about the best way to rescue Xander. Buffy, Gunn, Anya, Cordelia, Doyle, Riley and surprisingly Willow were all in favour of just busting in, beating everyone they could lay their hands on and taking the boys away as fast as possible.
Wesley, Tara, Angel, Giles and even Spike were advising more caution due to the glamour placed on the six males, they didn´t know what would happen to the boys once they were off the brothels grounds. Joyce was torn between the two actions, putting in her opinion with no matter what they did, they were going to have six severely traumatised people on their hands.
This was the second full day of discussion, as soon as the two vampires had returned to the hotel, everyone in Sunnydale had been contacted and asked to come to L.A. Everyone had been allocated a room each by the time sunrise came around, Anya and Gunn bringing their twins and Joyce with them. Originally Joyce had come to help take care of the babies but had ended up joining in with the debate about Xander. Giles had been the last to arrive, bringing arm loads of books from his house that contained anything to do with glamour and physical alterations.
In a strong agreement between the vampires, surprisingly Angel hadn´t had to argue with his Childe who stated that he was only doing it to save himself from getting staked by an irate Slayer, never was it going to be mentioned that they had actually had sex with Xander, just telling the gathered friends that they had been able to talk with him and he had managed to provide them with some information. There had been tears and high emotions filling the lobby when the tale was finally told, no–one had really thought that the brunette had been working as a prostitute and that it had been some kind of mistake. To find out that he was a virtual slave was upsetting to say the least.
Giles had reverted back to his Ripper mentality and had proceeded to kick and swear his way around the hotel, closely followed by a pissed off Slayer and ex–vengeance demon. Willow and Tara shed numerous tears before grabbing a spell book each and looking up the most painful ones they could find, Cordelia seeking comfort in Doyles arms who was having a few stiff drinks himself. Joyce had run into the kitchen and had produced a few plates of odd sandwiches much to the amusement of Spike who had sat with Angel, Riley, Wesley and Gunn as they opened a new bottle of malt whiskey, drinking it neat.
Everyone had continued to deal with the shock in their own way until Joyce had pointed out that it was not getting them any closer to Xander coming home. With that it had been decided that both Cordelia and Willow would look up Eternal ´s floor plans on the internet, while the ex–watchers looked through their books for something to remove the glamours and possible side effects of having it applied. Doyle and Gunn hit the streets to find out anything more about the brothel, Doyle on the demon side and Gunn on the human side.
The friends still weren´t sure if the human side was connected or separate to what was happening with the six boys. Spike, Riley and Angel went through the weapons as soon as Buffy announced that she would patrol a three block radius to relieve some of the energy she had. Joyce, reassured by a breast feeding Anya and Tara who was engrossed by the spell books, that her daughter would be fine had at first fluttered around offering drinks and food eventually finding herself with one of Giles´ large books in her lap while cradling a baby.
They had all worked well into the next day, the only people leaving the hotel had been Cordelia and Willow, after finding out that there was a complete set of floor plans in the city´s public room. Setting off in bad need of some sleep, they had gone to the plans office and photocopied the plans after paying the fee of $5.00 for the privlige. Excited, they had shopped for some more food and diapers and driven back to the Hyperion. Handing over the plans to a waiting Angel, the two girls followed everyone elses lead and had gone upstairs to get some sleep, leaving a brooding vampire alone in the lobby.
After all the friends had gotten up at last and had eaten the left over sandwiches and whatever else they could find, they had gathered again in the hotel lobby. Many possibilities were thrown around, some good plans were made only to be scrapped when it was realised that the main hurdle was the glamour, they just didn´t know how it would react on the boys bodies. Wesley and Giles had found that they were many types of glamour. Most were used to just change an eye colour or hair from straight to curly, just simple cosmetic changes that didn´t leave any problems. The ones that Spike and Angel had described were more intricate, whole face and bone structure had been changed. These types of changes were more likely to deform or even kill the affected if fiddled around with too much.
In all, they needed to find out just how severe the changes were before attempting any type of magic around the boys. The two ex–watchers were uncertain if the glamour was linked to the brothel premises or to some sort of personal item. Usually an object was needed to store the original appearance in before changes could be made.
Angel quickly mentioned the silver bracelets and necklace that Xander had been wearing, apologising for not thinking them significant enough to bring up before. When asked if all the boys he had seen were wearing the same sets, he sheepishly nodded before slipping into a brood.
It was finally decided that Giles, Wesley, Angel and Spike would visit Eternal in the hopes of finding out if it was only the jewellery holding the boys original images. If they went in and dragged the six males from the brothel without clarifying it, they ran a very big risk of not only losing their images and having the boys stuck in the ones they were wearing at the time of rescue, but also killing them by ripping apart the link that bound the glamour to them.
Needless to say that no body was pleased at delaying the rescue for more time than was necessary. The only other good news apart from the floor plans was the confirmation that the human side of the brothel had nothing to do with the demon side and that they only had to take care of the one side.
Eternal, Four weeks after Scott´s arrival? 2001
He hadn´t smiled enough. Thats what Adam had told him before he had been told to go to his service room and to sit on the chair provided for him in the tiled bathroom. With heart beating almost out of control, he had climbed the stairs to the first level of the brothel from the basement level he was situated on. Trying not to get upset at the muted screams and grunting coming from the rooms he passed on the way to his, he entered the last door on the right.
No–one else was in the room so he did as he had been asked and went into the small white bathroom and sat in the wooden school chair provided, facing the door way. He had sat quietly for what seemed like ages until he heard footsteps echoing off the floorboards. Adam popped his head around the doorway, smiling when he saw that he was obeying the request. Xander heard him leave the room again. only to return a few minutes later with a tv and video set up on a rolling trolley that was placed just outside the bathroom doorway and plugged into the sockets provided on the wall.
He had been told to wait again while Adam disappeared once more out of his sight. Xander had no bad feeling about what was about to happen, he wondered just what type of video he was going to watch. He had just assumed that it was going to be some gay porn movies in an attempt to get him used to the type of sex he was having. Not smiling during the acts he was having to perform was the only rebellion left open to him, not smiling was so easy to do as well, he just couldn´t bring himself to even remotely enjoy another males cock up him no matter how many times Randall kept telling him that one day he would. How the hell he was supposed to smile while getting fucked by both older men and then getting his body twisted and rearranged in the bondage positions he was currently learning was beyond him.
Ordered to uncross his arms and let them hang by his sides, he had complied, only letting himself start worrying when his wrists were cuffed to the back of the chair by a still smiling Adam. Ankles given the same treatment and he had been officially panicked. He had tried to ask what was going on, only to be reminded that he hadn´t been asked to speak and to be quiet. If he had known what he had been about to watch, he would have cheerfully smiled and laughed for all he was worth.
He had stayed silent as requested while the tv and video were turned on. The grey fuzz of the screen was soon replaced by a boys face around his own age. Sound turned up by Adam who was leaning against the doorway, Xander could hear what the boy had been saying.
That he was sorry for not smiling, that he was sorry for biting and kicking at the client and that it wouldn´t happen again. Please, could he just go back to his room. He was sorry for ripping his clothes apart, that he would wear anything they wanted him to.
Xander watched in stunned silence as the boy on the tv screen sobbed hysterically into the video lens. He saw the dark haired male get dragged along a warehouse interior by Adam and another man he hadn´t met yet all the while he could hear Randall in the background stating that David had used up his all his chances and that he was going to service one last paying customer. Randall was sorry that it had come to this, saying although he had spent a lot of money on him, he just wasn´t worth the time and effort anymore.
Looking away from the tv had earned him an order from Adam to keep watching or his head would be held so that he would facing the screen. Not wanting that to happen, Xander had kept watching as the video was shaken around until steadying when it became obvious it had been placed on a tripod. Turned so that it was taping the boy being shoved into a kneeling position on what looked like a tarp on the ground in between two benches, he could make out Randall excusing himself and his staff to someone just beyond the camera´s view.
That was when the growling had started and he saw the slender demon come into direct view. He hadn´t been too sure what type of demon it was, it just looked a mottled brown in a vague snake like way and pissed off. The snapping teeth and flicked tongue had been a dead give away. Xander had felt his jaw drop when he heard the next lot of words from the cringing boy on the floor.
From what he could make out from the screaming and crying, this was the client that David had bitten. He listened in horror as the youth had begged with all his might for the demon to forgive him, that he would do anything to make it up. The repeated pleas of mercy and forgiveness had gone on for ages all the while the demon had removed his simple pants and baggy shirt covering his upper body, oblivious to the sobbing boy. Xander had chosen that moment to make the connection between the demon and the words ´paying client´ and had started protesting that he wouldn´t be screwing demons no matter what they did to him, yelling at Adam to turn it off.
Ignored by the large man, he had been unable to stop himself watching in sick fascination as David was literally thrown around the tarp in some weird foreplay before the horned creature had just thumped the boy onto his back and rammed straight into him without any preparation at all. Watching David scream as his legs were bent with his knees touching the floor next to his ears, Xander started pulling at his cuffs in an effort to get up, he really didn´t want to see this and hadn´t expected it. He had thought at first he was going to see some hard core gang bang or S/M thing when David had been left on the tarp, not a demon porno.
All his own pleading with Adam for him to turn it off had gotten him nowhere. He had told the other man that he would smile from now on if that was what was wanted only to start gagging when the creature bit off one of the youths fingers after finishing with David. More begging for it to be turned off and Adam had left the room for a minute, returning with a bucket and face washers. Xander had had such a bad feeling when the bucket was placed in his lap. The question of what it was for earned him the answer of he would soon find out and to keep watching.
He had found out what the bucket was for, throwing his heart up as the angry creature systematically bit off every digit from the beyond hysterical youth. True to his word, Adam had held his head straight after numerous attempts to not look at the screen showing David being raped again in a pool of his own blood. More vomiting and a quick face clean with a wet face washer and he was instructed to keep his eyes open.
So he had been unable to tear his gaze from the screen even if he had wanted to as David had his ribs broken when squeezed hard, saw him have chunks of hair ripped out from being flung around like a rag doll. Xander hadn´t thought that such a slim fragile looking demon could possess the strength to just rip the ears straight off a screaming human but it had just looked so easy.
He had stopped asking for it to be turned off, he couldn´t talk anymore, too horrified at what was happening on the screen in front of him. Another face clean after seeing the youth forced to eat a toe on the promise that he would die quickly if he did. For over two hours he had watched David get skinned from knees to ankles, raped again, have his hands cut off and see them tossed into a corner like rubbish.
Stomach constantly heaving even though he had thrown up all he could, he was just staring at the boy who was beyond screaming and just whimpering as he was rolled around on the blood and gore soaked tarp. It hadn´t been the ripping off of the testicles and penis that had made him piss himself. It had been when finally just when it looked like David was dead, certainly there was no sound coming from him, the demon had made two little slits under the gaping holes where the ears used to be. With both hands gripping the boys bottom jaw while sitting on David´s chest, he had twisted and tugged at the jaw until the whole thing had separated from the boy.
David had jerked and screamed as best as he could with out a bottom jaw and tongue, blood spraying over the happy looking demon who ws holding the jaw tightly in one clawed hand like a trophy. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the jerking had stopped and the boy had finally died. Never in his whole life had Xander thanked god that someone had died, he had been mentally praying for the boy to die quickly after he had the skin ripped from his lower legs.
Xander was still sitting in the bathroom wearing his urine soaked clothing, he hadn´t even felt himself do it. He knew without a doubt that he would be smiling every time and he would be happy to take a demons cock up his arse. There was no way that he wanted to die like Jonathan had. Randall may have called the youth David but Xander recognised an old school mate when he saw one. He also hadn´t missed the silver jewellery Jonathan had been wearing, exactly like his own.
He hadn´t even known Jonathan was missing. He had never really been a friend and now he would never get the chance to find out if they could have been.
Jonathan, David.
Xander, Scott.
There was nothing left to decide now.
8 May 2004
"I can´t believe, you of all people, would stoop so low as to take advantage of someone in Xander´s position" steamed a Ripperish Giles´ standing over Angel who was rubbing at the jaw that just had a fist connect with it, sprawled on the floor.
The sound of clapping came from the chair seating a laughing blonde. Spike was absolutely loving this side of the usually gentle ex–librarian, if only he had been this much fun to live with when he had been first chipped. His Sire ignored for the moment, he turned his head to look at Woosley who was just sitting there glaring at the broody vampire.
"And don´t even get me started on you, you little Fuck!"
Beer splurting from his nose, the blonde laughed even harder when both the Poofs and his bangboy´s jaws dropped at the language coming from an irate shop owner as he stomped his way from corner to corner in Angels office. The air was literally blue with profanity and Spike was hoping that Giles would hit the brunette vampire a few more times before calming down.
"Wes, Giles. Please understand, we really didn´t have a choice. Xander would have been punished if it looked like he was disappointing a client."
Angel pleaded with the two humans to use their brains and to think of the possible consequences if they hadn´t put on a show for the cameras. He explained about the fear that had poured off the youth when they had tried to just talk with him. He pointed at Spike who was nodding at what his Sire´s words. The older vampire told the men about the selection process, the layout of the introduction room and the rooms above it. Angel kept trying to make eye contact with Wesley who was steadfastly refusing to look at him now that he was done with the glaring. Having no luck, he got up from the floor and sat back behind his desk.
"I don´t like what you have done but I can understand why you did it. Lets just hope that Xander will." stated a calm Wesley, still refusing to look at Angel. He threw his bottle of beer at the blonde vampire when he sniggered a reply that the whelp had been all for it.
"Oi! That wasn´t very nice now erk..no..gaahhkkk!" Spike´s reply was cut off as Angel wrapped his hands around the white neck and squeezed as hard as he could while shaking the slender vampire. Kicks aimed at his knees ignored, Angel very politely asked his Childe to shut up for as long as he was in the office. Blonde dropped on the floor with a thud, Angel turned his back and sat next to Wesley on the well worn couch.
"How do we go about this then?" demanded a still irate Giles. He knew that if Spike made just one more comment about anything, even the colour of the couch, there would be one less vampire in the office. It would just be a matter of who got to him first. Trying not to just thump the pouting blonde anyway, Giles seated himself on the desk and waited for an idea to be tossed up.
"I think that the only possible way of pulling this off will be if we pair up, Angel and I with Spike and Giles going together."
Nodding at Wesley´s suggestion, Angel went on to add that because Xander´s side of the brothel only catered for demon clients, it might be best for the men to play along with being the vampires consorts. Giles agreed with the logic, warning Spike that he didn´t care if he couldn´t fight back, he could expect a thumping if he gave the shop keeper any trouble.
Snort and two fingered salute ignored for the time being, as was the quiet mimicking of the various accents, Spike finished the rest of his beer and tried to decide whether it was worth the risk of being strangled again for another one. He listened as it was decided to ring Eternal and try to book Xander and another boy for around 8.30 that night. A suggestion of Patrick earned him glares all round especially when he pointed out that Wesley had already paid for him once.
"As much as it disgusts me, I have to agree with Spike. Both Xander and the other boy have been officially altered according to you both." sighed a weary Giles. Now that the anger had finally flowed out of him, he was seeing things a little more clearly and had to agree with what Spike and Angel had done in the brothel. As much as it upset him, they had only done enough to ensure that Xander didn´t get into trouble. He was pretty sure that he was going to have to do something as well and he didn´t know how Whyndham –Pryce was going to take what he had to say next. " We really don´t know if the other boys have been altered or not. I mean, its entirely possible they haven´t been."
Which brought Giles to the next subject only to curse when Spike beat him to it.
"You know the boys are going to get shagged for the cameras don´t you?" smirked the blonde, taking in the warning frown of his Sire and the shocked expression of the man sitting next to him. Only Giles had the grace not to look too annoyed with the younger watchers naievity.
Angel groaned. He had hoped to let Wes in on that course of action as gently as possible. As much as he desired him, there were times when the other mans innocence stood out like a beacon and for it shine now was not going to be a good thing. His attempt to talk with Wesley was interrupted when his Childe chose that moment to inform the room that Angel hadn´t been able to get it up to shag Xander.
No–one said anything, all choosing to pretend that they hadn´t heard a thing. Wes just gently patting at Angels forearm a few times before letting his hand rest upon the black clad limb. A loud mutter of what a bunch of dick heads came from a corner housing a yet again pouting blonde. Silence descended upon the room for a few minute while the men took in the thought of possibly having sex with the two boys.
"You know, we don´t have to have sex with them. We could just watch while they shagged each other"
With that, Giles could hold back no longer and let his fists fly into the protesting blonde much to the appreciation of the other two men on the couch. Another solid punch and the ex–watcher stood back, grabbed the phone and demanded that the whining demon call Eternal and book Xander and Patrick unless he wanted his fangs removed with a blunt fork.
"Blunt teaspoon. More digging." added an annoyed younger human. The three males sat quietly as Spike, calling himself Wesley, called the brothel and arranged with Clark to have the boys saved for 8.30 that night. Angel shuddered as he listened to Spike laugh and explain that he wanted to give his consort a treat, telling the lobby jockey that his friend from the other night would be accompanying him with his consort as well. Phone hung up, the blonde snapped a question of if there was anything else he could provide.
At the growl of his Sire, he backed out of the room, ready to leave the men to a collective brood before getting ready to go to Eternal. Unable to help himself, he gave the men a parting gem of wisdom.
"You know, Wankly is believable as the Poofs arse boy but no–one is going to belive that the Wrinkled Prune over there is mine"
With that, he ran as fast as he could before a trio of angry males managed to make their way out of the office once they untangled themselves.
