Forced to His Knees 7
**** Warning, refrences to child sex ****
Not a plesant subject but this aint fluff people, be warned.
Eternal. 6 months after Scotts arrival? 2001
BANG BANG BANG
"Come on Scott, wakey, wakies."
Xander rolled over, groaning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It was time to get up for another night of providing service. After a few minutes of staring up at the ceiling, he threw his legs over the side of the bed and proceeded to strip off the bed covers and pillowcase. All rolled into a bundle in his arms, he padded his way across the dimly lit room towards his still locked door and waited for either Adam or Fletcher to open it up.
The sound of a key turning the lock in his door and Xander presented a dark haired Fletcher with his bundle, only turning away to get his used clothing and towels from the day before. Once done, he turned off the night light that kept away the nightmares of Jonathan, turning on the main light in the small room, waiting for his clean linen. Directly across the hallway was Patrick, another boy who was around his age. Giving a sleepy red head a quick nod, he was surprised to see the youth was in his natural image that day. Red heads were not usually in demand from the clients. Xander, himself rarely got more than his eye or hair colour changed. Patrick was almost always getting the whole hair, eyes, skin colour and height deal done. His last service the night before must have wanted him natural.
Shuddering, he remembered just how uncomfortable it had been when a client had requested him to be shorter than he actually was for the first time, his bones had creaked and groaned throughout the whole change. His skin had burned before snapping itself taught across his new bone structure. The pain had only lasted a few minutes but he had been thankful when Randall had changed him back again after a few days of being short. It had been just weird to find that he was clumsier around things as his senses tried to adjust to the height difference.
Fresh laundry shoved at him, he remade his bed and placed his folded towels on the shelves provided next to his clean white pants and boxers he wore to sleep in. Standing in the open doorway again, he waited for his breakfast. He could hear his stomach growling at the smell of the buttered toast. Fletcher presented him with a tray that held the toast as well as a fruit platter, bowl of porridge, glass of pink juice and a jug of water. Tray placed on the ground, Xander sat cross legged in the doorway as did each boy and ate what was provided.
Once finished, he handed the tray back to the slim Asian man, keeping the glass and jug of water set aside in one corner of the room. The brunette stripped off his boxers and placed them in the dirty lined basket. Water turned on, toothbrush and paste grabbed, he had a quick rinse while brushing his teeth. He checked his fingernails for dirt before hopping out and drying himself off. Towel slung over the divider wall, he proceeded to smother himself from head to toe with the moisturising cream provided.
On the bed again once the cream had soaked into his body a little, he picked up a copy of ´The Rowan´ by Anne McCaffrey and turned to the place he had left off from the day before. The book had been a reward from Randall for resisting a human clients attempt to get him to have sex with out a condom. Apart from Christopher, the other five boys rarely serviced humans, usually only when Christopher was already busy. For almost an hour, Xander read slowly as The Rowan explored her mental talents, only stopping the once to use the toilet, until the light above his door flashed twice to indicate that there was a waiting client.
Setting the book down, the brunette got up and grabbed a pair of white pants, checking once again if he was suitable before quickly putting them on. Out the door he went and joined the others in the hallway before the warning buzzer could go off. As each room echoed with the warning buzzer, five boys trooped down the hallway and walked down the flight of stairs that led to the service room level. Wooden staircase passed, they continued down the hall and through the door at the end of the passage way. At the bottom of the steps they waited for Clark to come and get them.
The door at the bottom of the stairs opened, admitting a perpetually suit clad man. Clark gave them all a once over to make sure that they were presentable. The client hadn´t requested anything special so there was no need to make any alterations. Just to be on the safe side, he stopped in front of Jonathan and with a few quiet words, he enhanced the boys natural milk coffee colouring into a much darker brown. Mathew and Xander only had their constant tans renewed. Andrew and Patrick had their light skin left alone for the time being.
Xander felt a sudden burn envelope his body as his skin heated from the inside, lasting for a few seconds. He was pretty much used to it now. The first time, he had panicked, thinking that he was experiencing a spontaneous combustion. The only thing he couldn´t get used to was how he was sometimes aged to clients requests once he was chosen. A few of the clients had wanted him aged to around 30 and Clark had complied, Xander hadn´t really felt anything as it was taking place. When he had dared himself to look in the mirror, he was shocked to see a combination of his father and uncle looking back at him. After that he never looked again, not even when he was changed to a 10 year old for a regular client, going through the whole height change as well as hair colour.
He just couldn´t bring himself to look. It would be admitting that the demon was a child molester and it was something he tried to forget each time. He knew that Christopher was almost always in a child form and was rarely requested to be older than 15. As a result, the blond green eyed man was a bit mental. Xander didn´t blame him either, what he was going through each day was horrible but to be a 18 year old male and to spend 90% of your time trapped in a little boys body while servicing adult human males, was just beyond words. It could always be worse, he liked to remind himself when smiling was hard, he could be like Christopher or die like David/Jonathan had.
Once Clark was happy with the way they looked with the enhancements, they were led through the narrow door and left to line up infront of the couch. Xander immediately clasped his hands behind his back with his head held straight and eyes trained to the heavy rug on the floor. It was just an automatic reaction now, he didn´t even have to think about it. He waited patiently as the large grey scaled demon huffed and snorted while making up his mind. The brunette had serviced this particular one a few times before and apart from its tendency to dribble on his back and face while pounding into him, it really wasn´t a bad way to start a day.
Feeling a warm dry hand clamp down on his shoulder, Xander knew he had just started his service. Wide smile gracing his face, he took the demons clawed hand in his own and turned to face the wooden stairs while the others disappeared back through the door they had appeared from earlier. He started climbing the stairs slowly as the male followed him to the top and continued to follow till they reached Xander´s room. With the door opened, they both stepped through, the brunette shutting it firmly after them. Walking to the bed, he stood with hands clasped behind his back and eyes on the floor, he spoke for the first time that night.
"Hello Sir, how would you like to do this tonight?"
Head tilted up by a large digit, he smiled as the demon licked its cow like face with a long tongue. The scaly demon looked rather like the mythical Minotaur but without the horns. A small push sent him sprawling across the bed, a hand raised in a stop signal ensured that he stayed where he was. Listening as the demon clattered around the small bathroom, Xander thanked his good luck that this was one of the few demons who actually took the time to allow him to prepare himself. Usually it was either a two second rimming or a few spit covered digits shoved up him. Sometimes it was nothing and he was bent over the nearest thing, pants ripped off and just rammed straight into.
If he didn´t relax himself immediately, he sometimes had to have help from Adam or Fletcher in returning to his room. The only consolation being that he was usually let off for a few hours, depending on how bad his arse was. The demon who inflicted the injuries, almost always agreed to be more careful after being threatened with being barred from Eternal if they did it again.
A big smile at the demon as he waved a lube tube at the brunette, Xander slid off his pants and threw them on the floor. On his back, he parted his legs, drawing his knees up. He shivered briefly as the cold lube touched his puckered entrance, the demon smothering the gel over him. That was about all the help with the preparation this demon could provide, having once accidently ripped the tender flesh inside of Andrew´s anus with one of his claws. After a few apologies, he had promised never to do it again. Randall still hadn´t been happy as Andrew had had to have 2 days off while he recovered.
He had his legs held up and apart by the demon while Xander used a few fingers to rub the gel over and inside of him. Once the demon was satisfied that Xander was ready for him, the brunette was turned over onto his front, dragged by his ankles to the edge of the large bed and raised to his hands and knees. The much taller grey creature shed his black pants, dropping them on the floor next to the blue shirt he had been wearing.
Xander waited for the demon to enter him. He felt dry hands grip each hip and willed himself to relax. A hot head was rubbed against him a few times and then the pushing began. Teeth clenched together, he groaned a little as inch by inch, the length was slowly pushed into him. He was thankful that most demon penises were pretty much like humans, just skin covered. He really didn´t want to know what it would be like to have something covered in scales up him. The brunette was able to take most sizes after servicing for a while now but it was still uncomfortable. Given a few seconds to adjust while his muscles clenched around the hot shaft, he started to moan as the slow thrusting began.
He was still humiliated when he was able to take a cock into him with out crying in pain but the brunette was relieved overall to find that it wasn´t always bad. Xander had been shocked and upset the first time he had orgasmed during servicing a client. The demon had kept brushing against something inside of him and as much as he hated that he had a penis inside of him, he hadn´t been able to deny that he had experienced some sort of enjoyment during it. After a few days of deep shame and embarrassment, he had talked with Patrick about it, only to discover that the others also had similar experiences at times. Patrick had advised him to enjoy it when he could and that 99% of the clients didn´t care if he came or not. He wasn´t there for his own enjoyment.
It was the left over 1% that either went mental or actually hired the boys in a effort to provide the prostitutes with pleasure. Xander had been unable to believe that a demon would hire a human so that they could give a human a ´happy´ as Patrick had put it. So far he hadn´t had a client like that.
Groaning as the thrusting got harder and faster, Xander concentrated on keeping his balance on the shaking bed. He mentally gagged as the first droplets of demon spit fell against his back, ignoring the snuffling and increased pressure of the thrusting. >From past experiences with this particular demon, he knew that the wetter his back became, the sooner the fuck was over. To help the demon along, he started to push back in time with the thrusts into him, the saliva flowing like a small river down his back. Gasping when his prostrate was brushed against, he panted as he lost his balance and was rammed into twice more before he felt a flood of semen gush up inside of him.
Only wincing slightly when the cock was removed, he was given a few shoves back onto the bed and had a hand indicate that he should stay there for the time being. Each time with this demon it was the same. First a screw on the bed with him doggy style, then a blow job in the shower, a rimming with that long tongue and finally a another screw with him in a missionary position with a towel covering his face. He had at first wondered about the towel but with the creatures dribbling habit, he was glad that it didn´t actually touch his face. It was bad enough just knowing that it was being stopped by white cloth.
Then it would be back to his room for a shower, a drink of water, a piece of fruit or chocolate and then wait for the next client.
The end of Scotts shift.
Xander was tired, it had been a hard night, like nearly every night was. After the dribble demon, he had serviced a large blue horned thing that had gotten him to blow it for almost half an hour before it finally came, a screw in the spa and then the brunette had rimmed the client. That had been followed by a vampire that had been pretty rough with him, making him cry at the treatment. He had been slapped around and thrown across the furniture, pretty usual for a vampire but when he had had his head held under the water in the spa, Adam and Randall had been forced warn the vampire against such treatment. The dark skinned vampire had sullenly agreed to tone it down and had just gotten him to deep throat until Xander had almost passed out from the lack of air. The youth had been fucked dry 4 times during the two hour session and entry had hurt like hell each time until he had managed to relax and just take it.
He was sure that his scalp was bruised from his hair being pulled so hard and the rug burn wasn´t pleasant either. Clark had been forced to use the enhancement to cover the blooming bruises that adorned his upper body in readiness for the next client. It had just wanted to pet and stroke at him while sitting in the spa. The creature had been basically humanoid in an odd cat like way, certainly the eyes reminded him of a cat as did the fine hair covering the entire body. It had chirped and mewled at him for the entire session. Xander had been clueless as to what it had wanted so he had just sat in the bubbling water with a big smile on his face.
The whole time, it had petted at his face and hair. Running its hands over his upper body and played with his nipples. He hadn´t minded that, it meant that he really hadn´t had to do anything although by the time the session had been up, he had started to wish he was deaf. The creature hadn´t let up once with the small noises and it had eventually gotten on his nerves. Every time he had reached for it´s penis in an effort to provide it with some sort of pleasure, his hands had been knocked away and the petting had concentrated on his head for a few minutes. So he had been good and had sat with a smile, just letting the creature do what ever it wanted all the time filled with fear that he was doing something wrong. Neither Randall or Adam talked to him so he had been relieved to find that he hadn´t done anything wrong.
Now finally he could have some dinner and get some sleep, he felt like a wrinkled old man and was sure that he looked like one as well. His stomach was rumbling, he was so used to just snacking during the night that his hunger only announced itself as soon as he knew the last session was over for the night. Making his way down the concrete corridor to his room, he tried to avoid staring at Christopher as he lay howling on his bed. Obviously a nasty night for someone. He was still in child form and Xander wondered if he should try to calm him down before Adam came to sedate him.
The six males weren´t encouraged to talk to each other but Randall didn´t mind too much. As long as it didn´t interfere with servicing and they didn´t argue, he was happy to let them talk to each other. Fletcher usually just ignored them all and did his job of cleaning the rooms and providing them with their meals and fresh laundry, Adam however was a different story. If he caught them talking with each other with less width than the corridor between them, he confiscated their books for a week and locked the offenders in their rooms between each session so that there was no chance to talk. Xander had had his taken a few times and after the periods of pure boredom that ensued, he made sure to stay in his doorway when talking to any of the other boys.
It was an unspoken rule not to talk about what their lives had been like before ending up at Eternal. Not only did it make them all upset, it sent Christopher off on a screaming fit until Adam was able to sedate him. The conversations were usually about what book someone was currently reading or what documentaries they had watched in the tv/library room during their 3 days off. Xander had never read so much in his life, he was sure that he was reading more than he had while helping research back in Sunnydale, he was liking it as well. So far science fiction was his favourite.
His room reached, he sat down on the floor inbetween the door frame and waited with the others for their dinner to arrive while trying to ignore the howls echoing from the first door on the left. While waiting, the usual discussion erupted into life. The five youths each described their weirdo of the night, with Xander throwing in his last client as a contender. Andrews description of a cross eyed vampire masturbating while the youth had read a book that the vampire had provided, hadn´t been weird until he had pointed out that it had been written in German.
The resulting laughter had died off when Adam had stormed through the door at the end of the hallway and straight into Christopher´s room. After a few minutes, the howling had quietened and after telling them all to shut up for the night, he had held the door open for Fletcher before going through. A wave of growling was heard through the corridor as everybody´s stomach snarled at the waft of food.
Xander was ravenous, he didn´t care what was on the tray, he just wanted something. The food he was now receiving each night was fantastic, he had been started off on soup and then the more clients he had serviced, the better his food had become. Eagerly grasping for the tray held out to him, he was pleased to see a glass of coke and downed that before he touched anything else. They didn´t get fizzy drinks often, it was mostly fruit juices and smoothies.
Taking the plastic wrap off his plate, he attacked the chicken with the plastic knife and fork provided. It was moist, having been baked with some sort of tomato and bacon mixture topping it off. Alternately eating the chicken and the carrot´s, potato, pumpkin and mushrooms surrounding it, Xander finished every last scrap of his meal. He sipped slowly at the glass of water provided while the others finished their meals.
Handing back the empty glasses and plate stacked on the tray along with the cutlery, he reached up again for his dessert, two apples and an orange. The next two hours were classed as free time. They were allowed to read, get a book from the library under Adam or Randall´s supervision or just sit in their doorways and talk until it was time for lock up. Tonight, Xander opted for reading the last few chapters of his book and lay on his bed until the light above his doorway flashed twice. Usually used to indicate a waiting client, after dinner it told the six boys that they had ten minutes to finish up what they were doing.
Xander put the book down, not quite finished yet, he got up and crossed the room. He switched his little night light on. The brunette was too afraid to sleep in the dark now, he knew that Christopher and Mathew also used one but it didn´t make it any less embarrassing. Getting changed into his boxers, he heard the warning buzzer indicate that they had five minutes until lights off. Although they all had switches for the room lights next to their doors, they were unable to be turned on again until they were woken by Fletcher banging on their doors. Xander heard the doors being locked one by one until his was reached and locked as well until the sun went down.
The youth climbed back into bed and rearranged the pillow into a better shape. Blankets pulled around his body, he waited for the room to illuminated by only a soft golden glow of the night light. As the light snapped off, he mouthed the words to the prayer he still recited each night. He was still sure that Buffy and everyone would find him but he was uncertain as to when.
