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The Tiger
by
C. Woodhaven
1 The Test
Xander was kneeling. He felt like he spent his life kneeling. You would think demons would have something better for him to do besides kneel, but no. At least the floor was on the more comfortable side. Concrete and metal were the worst. Or pretty much anything with ridges.
After being offloaded from the transport, he and Tara had been taken by the SevenGen to a processing center and cleaning facility. The scale of the place was enormous. Their collars had been scanned and they were checked into the councils slave database. He couldn’t imagine how many slaves they must have hanging around if they required a database to track them all.
Since he couldn’t talk, he spent the entire time watching everyone around him. Once they got to the bathing facility, he was surprised to find that all of the attendants were human. Xander noted that they all seemed healthy and well cared for.
His owners, former owners, had to spend a week feeding he and Tara extra rations, and forcing them to drink foul tasting healing potions so they would be presentable for sale. By the looks of these slaves, they were well fed on a regular basis. All of them had a healthy glow about them. Xander also noticed that none of the attendants seemed to have any bite marks. Not a single one appeared to have been fed upon. It didn’t mesh with what he had heard being owned by vampires was like.
He picked up small bits of whispered conversation. He and Tara seemed to be the latest gossip. Their new owner, Spike (and wasn’t that a pleasant name), was new on the council and they were his first two acquisitions. That explained the vampire’s irregular behavior.
The SevenGen stood off in the corner complaining loudly about pretty much everything, from the steam mucking up her processing, to the speed in which the attendants were cleaning them.
He longed to ask the others questions about their life here, to try and get as much information as possible before they were evaluated by their new Master. Instead, he reveled in being cleaned and groomed. It was a luxury, and he appreciated it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that one of the girls was using a wand to clean Tara’s insides. He was happy to note that the water pouring out of her was clean, that tentacled freak hadn’t deposited anything.
They were handed new clothes to wear, tunics you could see straight through. Xander wondered why they bothered as he slipped his on. Oh joy, a see-through man dress, look at the new slave.
He and Tara were led to their own evaluation room, and told to kneel. He wasn’t even able to nod or look at Tara before he heard the door lock engage.
He was bored and nervous, a combination that even he admitted was dangerous. He spent the first eighth of a second examining the room from his position on the floor. Black floor, chair and him. Beyond that, there was zero to keep his interest until his Master came to evaluate him. He was sure there was some sort of camera nearby. They’d gone through a control room to get here, so he was guessing that the vampire was watching them from there.
As if on cue, he heard the door being keyed open behind him. The vampire moved the chair in front of Xander and sat down. He’d changed into some kind of lounging robe and baggy pants. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his feet were bare. Xander kept his gaze down looking at the vampire’s naked feet. Somehow they made him incredibly uncomfortable.
“Look at me,” his Master ordered.
Xander looked up. The vampire had an unreadable expression on his face.
“Name’s Spike,” Spike said. “You’re Alexander, yeah?”
It was on the tip of Xander’s tongue to correct the vampire, but he tightened his jaw and nodded.
“Go by something else, don’t you?” Spike asked. “You gonna tell me what it is or continue to piss me off?”
Xander had no idea why not correcting his Master could possibly piss off the vampire. Great, his Master was insane. Xander answered him though, “Xander, Master.”
Another irritated look crossed the vampire's face, but Xander had no clue as to what it meant.
“You mind telling me, Xander, why a group of greedy Phelon let their overseer do their dirty work selling two slaves, risking the chance of low profits?”
Xander was speechless for the first time in his life. He had no idea what to say. It was the last question he’d expected the vampire to ask. “I…It’ s not my place to question…” he began.
Spike shook his head, and Xander prepared himself for a blow. It never came. Spike leaned down so his face was directly in front of Xander’s. Their noses were nearly touching. “Listen to me, boy, you are dangerously close to trying my limited patience. I asked you a question and I expect the correct answer.”
Xander noticed his Master’s intense blue eyes for the first time. Right now they were glowing with cold fury. He’d tried following protocol, and obviously doing so was putting him in jeopardy, so he threw caution to the wind. If his Master really was insane, honesty likely wouldn’t get him more killed. “I killed a demon,” he replied simply.
Spike didn’t move, just tilted his head slightly. “What kind?”
“Vampire,” Xander said, keeping his voice steady.
Spike nodded thoughtfully and then leaned back in his chair. “Why?”
“He was my friend. It was an unsanctioned turning.” Xander swallowed thickly at the memory. “I destroyed the thing that took him over.”
Spike braced his arms on the sides of the chair, tenting his fingers, thinking. Finally he asked, “You know the penalty for killing a demon?”
Xander nodded. “Abattoir.”
Another long pause. “Would you do it again?”
“Yes.” The answer slipped out before Xander could stop it.
Spike nodded. “Thought so.”
Spike dropped his fingers, and relaxed back in the chair. “I’ll offer you a deal, Xander; you will agree to become my pleasure slave. In exchange, your sister will be given work where you’ll see her often. If I think that you even for a nanosecond consider trying to kill me, she’ll be sent to Abattoir in your stead. I will personally hand out her judgment and you will be forced to watch. Understood?”
The thought of Tara being butchered instead of him almost made him puke on the spot. He really didn’t have a choice. “O-ok,” he replied, unable to keep the waver out of his voice.
Spike grinned. “Oh, no pet, you can’t simply just agree. You have to convince me that you won’t shame me as your sponsor. Consider it a … test of your skills.”
Xander had known deep down it would come to this, had known from the second Spike walked through the door in his casual attire. What he hadn’t expected was Spike’s offer to sponsor him. The pleasure houses were infamous, demon brothels where the highest bidder could purchase a slave who would willingly do anything to please their clients. At least that’s what the rumors said. He wanted to shudder at the thought of being trained for that purpose, but kept himself still. Barely.
As far as the test went, Xander figured that the vamp just wanted a blowjob. After all, he was a guy, or was one once. So Xander shuffled forward on his knees so he was between the vamp's legs, and leaned forward nuzzling at the vampire’s crotch.
He was unsurprised to find the vampire's cock was already hard. At least this would likely go quickly then. Xander pulled back and brought his hands up, attempting to pull down Spike's pants. He was surprised when Spike pushed him away.
“Pretty eager to get to the main event,” Spike said sounding disappointed.
“You think this is the first time I’ve done this?” Xander asked incredulous. He sat back on his heels, unsure of what to do.
Spike nudged Xander’s soft sex with his bare foot. “Don’t look like you have.”
“I’m not really into guys,” Xander replied, much more harshly than he had intended. That wasn’t even close to the truth. It was safer to be with other men in the stables, rather than with the women, no risk of breeding. Xander had several partners and enjoyed his time with them; he just wasn’t into being forced.
“Want me to force you?” Spike asked, unconsciously echoing Xander’s thoughts.
“Isn’t that what you want?” Xander asked, confused and beginning to get angry.
“I own you pet, better get that through your pretty head,” Spike said harshly.
Xander took a deep breath and attempted to calm himself. Spike was right. He did need to get that tidbit of information through his head if he wanted to protect Tara.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Xander said, in the most calm and respectful voice he could muster, “How may I serve you?”
Spike nodded, looking more pleased than he had only a few moments ago. “Better, but I don’t want a robot. Stand up and take that stupid thing off,” Spike ordered.
Xander did as he was told, slipping the admittedly stupid transparent tunic over his head and tossing it aside. He internally mused at the irony of the vampire insisting he didn’t want a robot, and then immediately ordering him to stand and undress. He was getting used to his owner not making much sense.
Spike stood up and walked around Xander, looking him over from head to toe. Occasionally he would stroke or palm a bit of flesh that he was particularly interested in. Xander held still for the examination, keeping even his thoughts in check. Spike seemed to be able to smell hostility a mile off. Xander was now firmly keeping Tara’s safety in mind, so if his Master wanted to touch and stroke him as if he was a pricey piece of furniture, it was fine with Xander.
~*~*~*~*~
Spike watched the boy get himself under control. He was surprised that Xander managed to sound sincere, when Spike knew he would rather eat glass than submit willingly.
He was so pretty standing there, trying to follow orders. He’d be a fun one to break, all passion and fire. Spike supposed he could crush his will, as Angelus did with so many of his slaves, but that really didn’t interest him.
As it was, he was already frustrated with the boy’s insistence on calling him Master. He reluctantly would accept it now, because Xander needed that structure to obey him. Soon enough, Spike would hear the ‘Master’ in every single word Xander uttered and the boy could drop the pretense.
Spike walked around his new toy, stroking a responsive nipple, cupping one of his firm ass cheeks, running a finger along his shoulder blade. He avoided touching the boy’s still soft sex.
Spike finished his slow perusal, and stood directly in front of Xander. “Do you know what I want from you, Xander?” he murmured.
“You want proof that I won’t shame you, Master,” Xander replied sincerely, looking Spike in the eye.
Spike nodded, “Show me.”
Xander paused briefly, and Spike could see the wheels turning. He figured that the boy would kneel down and go after his cock again. Predictable, but at least Xander had the proper attitude now. Still, it’d be nice to be surprised.
Xander seemed to decide what he was going to do, and took a tentative step forward. He stood there for a moment gazing into Spike's eyes, before he brought his hand up and cupped the back of Spike's head.
The tension between the two of them was growing like a living thing as the sharp tang of Xander’s fear and nervousness faded, to be replaced by the growing sweet scent of arousal. Xander’s expressive brown eyes flicked down, stopping on Spikes lips briefly before moving back up to his eyes again.
Xander’s pretty pink tongue slowly peeked out from between his lips, sliding across the parched skin and then back into its warm cavern. Slowly, Xander tilted his head, and pulled Spike forward so their lips met gently.
Xander gently coaxed Spike's mouth open, before opening his own mouth slightly, tongue slipping in to touch Spike's before he pulled it back and closed his mouth. Over and over the simple gesture was repeated. Not the kiss of a pet or a slave, but the kiss of a lover.
Xander moaned, and slid his other hand around Spike's waist underneath his robe, pulling him closer. Their hips met, and they rocked together, even as their kiss became more heated.
Spike slid his arms around Xander caressing the skin of his lower back.
~*~*~*~*~
It was difficult for Xander to decide what he should do to impress his Master. His original attempt to suck the vampire off had failed miserably, so he was reluctant to try that again. He thought about stepping back and playing with his own cock, giving Spike a show, but honestly, he wasn’t aroused at all and didn’t want to draw any more attention to that fact.
It came to him that he had only one thing he could offer as proof. Xander stepped forward and really looked at his Master. Spike. Xander realized that he was attractive. His eyes were the most interesting shade of blue that Xander had ever seen and very pretty when they weren’t flashing with anger. His skin was an unnatural white, accentuated by sharp cheekbones, and his lips were a pale pink. Xander felt his heart rate speed up with something besides fear as the thought struck him the creature that owned him was beautiful.
Xander leaned forward and kissed Spike gently. He rarely kissed his lovers, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but it was safer not to get quite so personal with another slave. Deception and betrayal were so common it wasn’t safe to open your heart; it was so much easier to simply share your body. Xander found himself enjoying the soft touching of their lips and tongues, and when the touches became not so soft, he found himself enjoying that as well.
Heat seemed to be blooming between them, and he felt himself begin to get hard. Xander slid his free hand around Spike to pull him closer, teasing the soft skin of his back. Xander’s hips moved forward seemingly of their own volition and met Spike's. He felt a spark travel down his spine when their cocks came into contact, and rocked forward again chasing the sensation.
Xander lost himself in the moment, the feeling that not only was there want, passion and desire between them but something else. He was beginning to think that maybe being with Spike wasn’t the end of the world, and the place in his heart locked tight against everyone but Tara began to open an infinitesimal bit. When Xander finally pulled back, he was panting. Spike seemed to be equally affected, his eyes dazed and hungry.
~*~*~*~*~
Feelings that Spike was certain he’d left behind when Dru turned him, now seemed to be just under the surface. Xander looked as dazed, confused and needy as Spike felt. This wouldn’t do at all, the boy was his pet. The only thing Xander was doing was trying to save his sister, anything else that Spike read in his gaze was hopeful romantic nonsense and had no place in his current existence. It was more probable that the boy was just a good actor, hoping to manipulate Spike. Spike would have sworn the boy didn’t have it in him, but he’d put a stop to it.
Spike’s gaze hardened. “Looks like you do have an interest in men after all,” Spike smirked, reaching down and stroking Xander’s now fully hard sex.
Xander nearly recoiled, tightening his jaw. Spike saw a brief flash of hurt, humiliation and anger in his eyes, before the boy got himself under control and nodded.
“Should punish you for not getting me off,” Spike said lightly, happy now that Xander seemed to have lost that sweet hopeful look and was back to his reluctant obedience.
To Spikes pleasure and surprise, Xander dropped gracefully to his knees, looking up with his big doe eyes. Looked like the boy truly did learn his lesson.
“As pretty as you look there, pet, a deal’s a deal,” Spike said, reaching down to pet the boy’s shaggy head. “I keep my word. ‘Sides, you’ll be on your knees again for me soon enough.”
“And Tara?” Xander asked quietly, biting his lower lip and making Spike seriously reconsider not having the boy open his pretty mouth and suck his cock.
“Safe,” Spike agreed, tempering his lust. “You did what I asked. I’m pleased.”
“Thank you, Master,” Xander said, and lowered his eyes.
2 Grooming
Xander rose to follow Spike. He was seething inside. His whole life he’d grown up knowing he couldn’t trust demons. For a few minutes while they'd kissed, he’d actually thought this one might be different. He was an idiot. They were all the same, cold and unfeeling. He would not be making that mistake again.
Any desire he’d felt moments before had dissipated, replaced by a burning rage in his belly. He tried very hard to keep his emotions in check. His hard-on had already wilted to almost nothing, and even though he’d made a deal with Spike, he was no longer certain Spike would keep it if Xander became even the least bit disrespectful.
Spike stopped just before he reached the door, and turned to face Xander. Xander was forced to stop short so he didn’t run into his Master.
“You do have such a pretty cock, Xander.” Spike said, reaching down to stroke it. “Tell you what, you get hard and keep it that way while we’re on our little walk, and I’ll make sure your sister gets trained as a healer. She’d like that, yeah?”
“Yes, Master,” Xander replied unable to keep the resentment out of his voice. Tara would like that, and Spike knew it. Xander’s cock rose as the cool fingers stroked it, until it was fully hard once again. He hated that his body responded to Spike’s touch, that some small and obviously sick part of him enjoyed the vampire’s ministrations.
Spike released him with a smug smile and turned to walk out without another word.
As they walked, Xander didn’t have a fucking clue how he was going to keep himself this aroused. He’d do it though, somehow he had to.
~*~*~*~*~
Xander followed Spike through the corridors, hard cock bobbing wildly with every step, He burned with rage and humiliation as they walked past god knew how many vampires. Xander caught the amused glances and heard quite a few snickers. Spike hadn’t even afforded him the courtesy of placing a leash on him, forcing him to freely follow behind and putting his subservience on display even more.
When they reached the check-in for the training center, Spike was led away immediately to wherever sponsors went and Xander was passed off to a squat purple demon with red eyes who introduced herself as Risa.
Risa’s fiery gaze flicked over him hungrily before she clipped a leash to his collar and tugged him along. She was erratic in her movements, stopping and starting suddenly, forcing Xander to stop short or run into her. Then she would start again moving quickly so the leash would pull taut and Xander would have to move quickly or lose his balance. She would chuff happily to herself each time he nearly lost his footing.
She brought him to a fairly sterile room, with few fixtures, and using a control panel lowered a ring from the ceiling and clipped Xander’s leash to it. She bound his hands behind him tightly and circled around him. A thickly clawed finger traced his erection.
“Could help wit’ dat,” she said, hungry gleam in her eye.
Xander was at a loss, as a slave he had no right to refuse a demon, but he had no idea what Spike would do if another demon touched him. Not to mention he was completely revolted by her.
“Gee, I’d like that, but Master Spike ordered me to stay hard,” he babbled, in what he hoped was an apologetic tone.
She withdrew her hand and frowned. “Suit yourself,” she said angrily. She stormed out of sight.
“Stay ‘dere,” she chuffed with mean-spirited laughter, and the ring in the ceiling retracted until he was barely able to balance on his toes. She was still laughing as she left the room.
It couldn’t have been too much later when two other demons came in and released him, his vision was starting to go black around the edges, but he hadn’t passed out. He knew they were talking, but their voices seemed tinny and far away.
They freed his wrists and pushed him immediately into a chair that he didn’t remember being there before. His collar was removed and he winced as they poked and prodded his tender neck before they rubbed some kind of cream on it and the pain went away.
They strapped him into the chair, then flipped a switch so it flattened it into a table. He clenched his jaw and stared at the ceiling as they started to work.
~*~*~*~*~
Xander didn’t know what was worse, the intense burning pain in his wrist, or the humiliation he felt that Spike had ordered him to be tattooed. And apparently pierced. The creepy demons working on him hadn’t mentioned where he was going to be pierced, he really hoped that it wasn’t anywhere remotely south of the border. Demons weren’t known for their gentleness.
Anger flared in his chest. He wanted to scream and fight being treated like he didn’t exist, but in their eyes he didn’t. He was the property of Spike, to be treated as Spike saw fit. Xander no longer had a say in anything.
So he lay there on their weird folding table, hands strapped down and held above his head. Mechanical device strapped to his right wrist, inking Spike's mark in. The two demons, identical except for their outfits, he’d named Déjà (the one in green) and Vu (the one in blue.) Vu removed almost all of his body hair. He was left with a trail snaking down his belly and a neatly trimmed thatch around his cock. Everything else was gone.
Xander turned his head when the device on his wrist beeped and fell silent. The burning pain stopped immediately. His wrist felt strangely hot, like a mild sunburn, but otherwise was fine. Vu, the demon in blue removed the box, and wiped away the blood coating his wrist. From his angle, he couldn’t see the mark well, only that it was black and about two inches long.
He turned his head back so he was facing the ceiling and closed his eyes so the demons wouldn’t see the extra moisture there. He was marked. He felt sick and empty inside. Even if he were to ever get free from this awful place, he’d always have this reminder, this stamp of ownership. And like everything on Abbadon, he knew things could be worse, but he couldn’t find comfort in that. Not today.
Apathy stole over Xander and he found himself unsurprised when his head was strapped in place. Two quick stings later and his ears were pierced. He held his breath and waited for additional stings, but none were forthcoming. As he exhaled, and began to think that this was the last thing he would need to endure, he felt the cold nozzle of a hypo-spray pressed against his left shoulder. A hiss and the brief sting of an injection.
Immediately he felt as if ants were crawling all over his body, inside and out. He recognized the sensation as a spell and said a thankful prayer that he was the one Spike had chosen. If the spell was powerful enough for him to sense it, Tara would have been driven nearly insane. She was incredibly sensitive to magic; the Phelon used to have her inspect acquired merchandise for hidden spells.
Once his skin stopped feeling like it was going to crawl off his body, lethargy set in.
“Come this way,” Vu said.
He found that his folding table had become a chair again, and he was no longer restrained anywhere. He stood up and followed behind her, feeling off, but unable to determine exactly what was wrong with him.
She led him into some kind of cleaning facility.
“Kneel here,” she pointed to a large basin on the floor.
Xander walked over to the low basin, and kneeled down. He was disturbed to realize that his limbs seemed to be moving of their own volition, as if they were on strings or something.
Normally he would have luxuriated in being cleaned for a second time today, but his unhesitatingly responsive state was starting to worry him.
It had to be related to the spell. He wondered if this was going to be his entire existence now. Mind locked in a body that did whatever a demon commanded. He would have shuddered but his body was no longer his.
~*~*~*~*~
She spent forever messing with his hair, clipping and styling and doing god knew what else. Once she’d finished with his hair, she started to apply makeup to his eyes, and finished by dusting something all over his body. It was disturbing that Spike had wanted him to be all dolled up like a girl.
Xander was placed in front of a mirror, presumably so he could see what humiliating things they’d done to him. He was surprised that he didn’t look girly at all. His eyes had been outlined in black; drawing attention to them and making them look huge. And his hair was still shaggy, but it looked polished or something. Like every casual wave had been done on purpose. And they’d added different colors to it, so it was several dark shades of brown now, instead of his regular color.
His skin shimmered all over from the sparkly powder she’d dusted on him, and he had a silver ring in each ear. They hadn’t turned his wrist out, so he still couldn’t see the tattoo. Overall it wasn’t as bad as he’d feared. The only thing that looked strange was that he had no collar. He couldn’t remember a time in his life that he’d not had a collar on. His neck felt strangely cool and long. He resented the part of himself that felt uncomfortable with this change.
He didn’t have to be uncomfortable for long. Vu place a new and shiny collar around his neck. It was silver with a huge white stone set in the center flanked by decorative rings. Once a pet, always a pet, he thought bitterly. When he realized the collar clasped magically, the bitterness increased. He had no idea if it was even possible to remove now.
She looked at his flaccid cock and frowned, “You must be hard for your evaluation.”
Xander was humiliated to find that his cock started to rise even before she finished her statement. She seemed to be indifferent to his discomfort and once he was fully hard, she snapped some sort of ring tightly around his cock and balls.
“Your Sponsor also requested that you be fully prepared. Please remain motionless.” She held a slim wand in her hand. His humiliation was now joined by a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Xander remained still as the wand slid inside him, depositing some sort of lubricant. And while he’d half expected this, being penetrated so casually by an impersonal demon made him sick. At least he was being prepared. Being taken dry sucked--even with healing spells for after, Xander would rather not go through that.
The wand was at least small, and the demon knew what she was doing because it was quick and pain-free. He doubted the size corresponded to Spike's dick, likely the vampire considered himself generous for even providing this comfort to his slave. He'd be right, so Xander counted his tiny blessing.
~*~*~*~*~
“What’d you do to him?” Spike asked angrily.
Vu had led him to what he guessed was an evaluation room and ordered him to kneel. Surprise, surprise, he’d mindlessly followed that order. Bending like their puppet.
“Sir?” And it looked like Déjà was back, resplendent in green. She was poking at her compu-tablet. “He’s been placed under a compulsion and truth spell. Evaluation goes so much more smoothly that way.”
Spike was furious. Instead of the angry boy he expected to evaluate, this docile cow was led into the room. He smelled of humiliation and anger, so his boy was in there somewhere. They’d just buried him under their stupid spells.
“Get out,” he ordered.
“Sir, we must assist you in the evaluation,” Déjà insisted, indignant. Her purple eyes bristled, and her pointed ears seemed to stand up straighter.
Spike tore the compu-tablet out of her hand. “You’ve already fucked up the evaluation. He’s my pet, but because of your spell, he’s …"
Déjà cut him off, “Xander, do you enjoy performing oral sex upon men?”
“Yes,” the answer slipped out. Spike could tell Xander burned with embarrassment.
“What the...?” Spike asked, halting his rant. He watched the two of them.
“Have you taken another man inside yourself?” she asked clinically.
“Yes.” More humiliation. Spike tilted his head, looking at the boy. Maybe the spells weren’t such a bad thing after all.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.” Shame now added a lovely dimension to the boy’s scent.
“Ok, I get the point.” Spike interjected.
Déjà nodded, and reached for her tablet. “We have several more pages of questions we must work through before we begin the physical evaluation.”
Spike shook his head. “Think I can take it from here. Go on, scurry on home, curl up with your incubator or whatever.”
“Sir, I must insist,” Déjà asserted.
Spikes face shifted, and his fangs descended. “Get out.”
“Of course,” Déjà said stiffly. She walked briskly to the door and left without another word. The other demon, Vu, followed.
Spike shifted back to human form and tossed the compu-tablet aside. He walked over to Xander and combed his fingers through the boy's hair, relishing the silky texture.
“Just you and me, pet. Whatever shall we discuss?”
3 Evaluation
“So, what was the worst thing they did to you?” Spike asked, interested in what part of the grooming Xander resented the most. The boy looked completely fuckable though. Best part was that he’d be getting to sample that very soon.
“Tattoo,” Xander replied curtly. His tone was neutral, but under the surface the boy was seething with rage.
Spike smiled. That had been a particularly sweet thing to order. “Let’s see it.”
Xander held out his right arm, wrist side up. He could finally see what he’d been marked with. Spike ran a finger across the mark, a small railroad spike about two inches long, with the letter ‘S’ in relief at its thickest point. He’d made sure that they’d angled it so the boy could read it clearly, rather than pointing outward for display.
Spike slid his hand underneath the boy’s wrist and bent down. He licked the mark, tasting fresh blood and ink. “Love that you bled for me, Xander. Doesn’t mean much to you now, but you’ll find out how important that is for vampires.”
Xander couldn’t even glare, but Spike could still smell his anger. “You think I can order you to have a conversation with me?”
“Don’t have a clue,” Xander replied, and this time Spike could hear the bitterness that crept into his voice.
Spike chuckled, “Looks like it worked. Don’t expect you to believe me, Xander, but I didn’t ask them to take away your will. ‘S not what I wanted.”
“So you wanted to make me your bitch without the spells?” Xander replied angrily.
“Something like that. Stand up, Xander,” Spike ordered.
Xander rose gracefully. Spike stood directly in front of him.
“You’ll be trained to respond to me, but you’ll like it.” Spike reached down and fondled Xander’s bound cock. “That’s what training’s for.”
“I’ll never like it,” Xander replied.
“Sure you will. It’s what they do here. Don’t want you broken, pet, just bent a bit. By the end you’ll want my touch,” Spike said confidently. He ran his fingertips over the now smooth skin of Xander’s chest.
Xander’s heart rate picked up, but he said with stubborn honesty, “I don’t want to be like that.”
“I know.” Spike leaned forward and kissed the boy’s fragrant neck, “It’ll happen just the same though. Part of you already likes my touch, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” Xander replied in an unhappy whisper. Spike smiled into the crook of Xander’s neck before pulling away.
“Undress me, pet,” Spike ordered gently, “Like you would one of your lovers.”
~*~*~*~*~
Xander wanted to glare at Spike, but the free speaking directive seemed to prohibit that. He knew that this day would end with Spike using him for sex; he’d made as much peace with that information as he could. He fucking hated that Spike was making him be an active participant in this. He’d be much happier if Spike had just ordered him to bend over and take it like a man.
Now he had to undress Spike like one of his lovers. Xander wanted to be sick, because the spell seemed to know the difference between intent rather than what was spoken. Most of Xander’s lovers came to bed nude or nearly nude. Their encounters were pleasant but quick.
As Xander walked behind Spike, and slid his open shirt off his shoulders, he gently kissed the pale skin as it was bared inch by inch. He’d only done this once before, but apparently this was the memory that the spell latched on to. Once the shirt was removed, Xander wrapped his arms around Spike’s waist. Stroking the vampire's toned stomach, Xander leaned in and kissed Spike’s neck.
Spike hissed at the contact. “Yesss, that’s it, pet.”
One of Xander’s hands slipped down and he cupped the vampire’s clothed hardness. Without removing the hand, Xander slipped around Spike, and faced the vampire. Thankfully, he didn’t seem required to look Spike in the face. He seethed with rage that one of his few good memories was being hijacked by the spell, by Spike.
His traitorous body was on auto pilot as Xander continued to stroke Spikes erect cock through his pants, and his lips were kissing Spikes pale chest and neck. He wanted to strangle the vampire and bludgeon the part of himself that got a little thrill when Spike would make a sound of pleasure.
Xander moved his hands to the drawstring of Spike’s pants and tugged gently. Once they were untied, Xander slipped gracefully to his knees, and nuzzled Spikes crotch breathing hot air over the vampire’s hard length. He reached up and tugged Spikes pants down, lifting the vampire’s feet in turn to take them all the way off. Because of the spell, Xander folded them neatly and placed them on the floor as he had in the past, rather than balling them up and throwing them across the room like he wanted to do now. He leaned forward and slowly licked Spike’s cock from root to tip, swirling his tongue around the flushed and weeping crown before rising to his feet, task finally accomplished.
Xander kept his gaze down, unwilling to see the smug look on Spikes face. His heart rate sped up, however, when Spike stroked his lower lip with his thumb.
“That was lovely, pet. Come with me.”
Spike led them to the only real piece of furniture in the room. Set in one corner up against the wall, there was a low platform that Xander wouldn’t even call a bed. It had a thick black padded cushion on top covered in shiny black micro-leather. Where the platform met the wall along one edge there was a black square shaped headrest made of the same material.
Spike lay down on the platform, and rested his head on the pad. He motioned for Xander to join him, and as soon as he’d done so, Spike maneuvered Xander so he was straddling Spike’s midsection. Xander was instructed to rest his hands on the wall a couple of feet above the pad, leaving him with cock hovering inches from the vampire’s mouth, and his legs spread wide apart. He thankfully faced the wall, instead of being forced to crane his head down to watch whatever Spike had planned for him.
Spike ran his hands over Xander’s body, and said appreciatively, “Look so pretty like that, Xander. Now stay very still.”
Xander groaned when Spike began to suckle on the head of his cock and slid a single finger into Xander’s lubricated anus at the same time. One finger became two and then three, and Xander would have been shaking with the effort of remaining still, if he hadn’t been ordered to remain motionless. As it was, he felt like he was a prisoner in his own body, and wallowing in pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
Spike worked the fingers stretching his ass achingly slowly, in and out. On the in stroke, Spike would pause and press hard on the sensitive nub inside him before slowly withdrawing again. He sucked at Xander’s cock in the same agonizingly slow manner. Spike creating an almost unbearable suction around the sensitive and swollen head, and then slowly flicking his tongue over the slit before withdrawing it. Xander never thought sex would be able to drive someone insane, but Spike was a master of the technique.
Xander was ashamed to find he was begging Spike for relief. Sweat was pouring off his skin, and while he didn’t notice himself, he wouldn’t have been surprised at the tears rolling silently down his cheeks.
Spike released Xander’s cock, and leaned his head back on the headrest, looking up at Xander’s still form. He stilled the fingers inside Xander as well, and said, “Time to make a choice, Xander. You want to come on my fingers or my cock?”
Xander’s mind didn’t even take the time to process the statement before the words, “Your cock,” slipped out. Xander’s face burned in embarrassment.
Spike slipped his fingers out of Xander’s now well stretched anus, and said, “Slide yourself down onto my cock, pet.”
The words were barely out of Spike's mouth before Xander shuffled backwards, reached behind him and positioned Spike’s cock at his hole. Xander immediately started to press down on the thick head. Whatever the other demons had lubricated him with worked wonders and Spike’s cock slipped in without needing any additional slick. The vampire placed his hands on Xander’s hips, guiding him down until he had taken every single inch inside him. Spike told him to remain still for a moment once Xander’s ass rested flush against the cradle of Spike’s hips.
Finally, Spike ordered thickly, “Don’t come,” and unsnapped the cock ring. Xander screamed when even more blood poured into his already swollen cock. He was so focused on this that he didn’t even hear Spike’s groan of pleasure as Xander unconsciously clenched his muscles tightly around Spikes thick shaft.
Xander didn’t come though, and he both thanked and cursed the spell. He wondered sickly if his heart would stop if Spike ordered it.
Xander didn’t have long to contemplate that terrifying thought before Spike issued his next order. “Ride me, pet. Want to watch you work yourself on my cock.”
Xander began a slow rhythm, resenting the fact that it felt so good to be filled. He wanted so badly to give up and give into the wonderful sensation of pleasing Spike because it felt good, instead of because he was ordered to, but he couldn’t. Instead, he relaxed into the spell, and allowed it to do its job. His movements quickly picked up speed and his pleasure increased, but he never completely lost the part of himself that felt empty and used.
~*~*~*~*~
The boy was beautiful, working himself on Spike’s cock with wild abandon. The purpled head of Xander’s cock was leaking fluid steadily onto Spikes belly, but Xander showed no signs of coming. God, Spike loved this spell. He could smell the lust, anger and revulsion pouring off Xander, and grinned as the lust slowly began to overpower everything else.
When his boy smelled almost entirely of lust, Spike gripped his hips and flipped them, keeping them connected. He gripped Xander’s legs at the knees and spread the boy open wide and began to fuck him in earnest.
“Come for me, Xander,” Spike shouted as he pounded into him, close to his own release.
Xander screamed and shuddered as hot seed pulsed out of his cock in thick gouts, coating both his and Spike’s belly with ribbons of warm fluid. Xander’s muscles clenched around Spikes cock like a vice, sending the vampire over the edge as well, bathing the boys insides with his cool spend.
~*~*~*~*~
“Got something to say to me, pet?” Spike asked lazily. He was on his side, looking over his beautiful pet, occasionally stroking or kissing a pretty bit of flesh. Now that the boy had come, the anger and resentment kicked back up to their previous state.
“Why isn’t it enough for you that I perform?” Xander asked, his tone resentful.
“You’re so pretty when you give in, Xander,” Spike replied kissing his shoulder. The spell apparently hadn’t worn off yet, because even as Spike said this, Xander’s demeanor didn’t change, but humiliation began to waft from the boy’s already fragrant skin. Spike wanted to bask in the boy’s lovely scents, provoking different emotions until he determined the combination he liked the best. Unfortunately, he had to send Xander on his way.
“Time for you to get moving, they’ll be expecting you.” Spike pointed to a door set into the back wall of the room. “Go through the door. There’s a passage way beyond. It’ll take you where you need to go.”
Xander sat up and slid off the platform, walking towards the door Spike indicated. It whooshed open as he approached, and just before Xander stepped through, Spike couldn’t resist calling out, “’sides 's not like you didn’t play the same game with me. You actually had me going with that kiss, thought you really meant it for a second.”
Spike barely caught the bitterly whispered, “I did,” as the door closed behind Xander.
Interlude ~ Examination
Tara stumbled and tried to keep up.
“Come on!” the SevenGen hissed and tugged her leash harder.
The agonizing trek ended at the door of an office. The android keyed it open and pulled her inside. It barely closed behind them when it whooshed open again, startling Tara.
The SevenGen lost her scowl at once, nodding formally to the vampire who entered. “Master Angelus.”
An uneasy knot grew in her belly at the cold smile that Master Angelus gave her.
“I can see why you called me, Gen,” he leered. “Bring her here.”
The SevenGen tugged her into place and Angleus made a show of looking her up and down lasciviously.
“She’s Phelon,” the SevenGen confided.
“Really.” He fingered the sheer fabric of her tunic. “So you’ve worked the tents?”
Tara nodded briefly. “Y-yes, sir.”
He tugged at her tunic. “Take this off.”
Tara’s stomach lurched, but she did as she was told. What choice did she have?
As soon as she was naked, he threw the garment in the trash and ordered her to stand facing the desk.
Tara clenched her jaw as he examined her. It was the third time today she’d been assaulted between her legs; she was tender and raw, but was thankfully able to stifle her hiss of pain.
“Phelon really know how to train a slave. Spike won’t have a fucking clue what to do with you. ” He probed her roughly for a few more moments before he withdrew his fingers, obviously enjoying the discomfort he was causing her. “Least they healed you up before you were sold. The last girl I bought had to spend a week in the infirmary before I could do anything with her.”
“Master Spike didn’t even check her pedigree before he bought her,” The SevenGen replied disdainfully. “I don’t think he bargained for either one of them.”
“I’m not surprised.” Angelus glanced over at the chronometer set into the wall. “I’ve got to run. Let me know if he decides to sell this one. I can always use a slave this well trained.”
“Of course.”
“I’m sure I’ll see you later.” The vampire caressed her backside possessively and Tara tried not to shudder.
Angelus left and the SevenGen tugged her over to the pet chair, affixing her leash to the bolt in the wall. “Get dressed, Master Spike will be here soon.”
The android didn’t even wait to see if Tara complied; she simply turned and left the office without another word.
There was a bundle of clothes folded neatly on the cushion; Tara crouched down, wincing at the sting of pain between her legs. She picked up the bundle with shaking hands, praying that she was able to get dressed before her new Master returned; he obviously wanted her presentable.
Awkwardly Tara stepped into the clothes trying to pull them on properly in a manner that was definitely not intended. She nearly choked herself more than once as she reached the end of her tether. When she finally finished, Tara sat in the chair, folding her hands in her lap and keeping her gaze downcast, nervously awaiting her new Master and trying not to think about how he might be just as bad, or worse, than Master Angelus.
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