Merely a Possession
by
T J Goldstein
Part 2
Forced To His Knees 2
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.
**** 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.
8 May 2004
Eternal, 8.30 pm
"But I don't like redheads!" whined a pouting Wesley,
with one hand raised, playing with the brunette
vampires ear. Sitting on Angel's lap, he stunned the
others with his portrayal of a spoilt consort. Spike
at first stared then began to snicker at his Sires
attempts to stop laughing himself, turning the
starting smile into a muttered 'spoiled brat'.
The younger vampire had almost had a fit when the
older human had appeared in the lobby of the Hyperion
decked out in full tweed armour right down to the
pocket watch on a chain. Angel was dressed in his
rarely used leather pants and blood red shirt while a
nervous virgin had been attired in full disco slut
wear, black leather pants, motorbike boots and a tight
silver mesh top that left nothing to the imagination.
Wesley had even broken out the contact lenses for the
occasion.
Spike had just dressed as he normally did, tight black
jeans, red shirt over a black t-shirt, boots and
duster. After much complaining on his behalf, he had
grudgingly admitted that the contrast between himself
and Giles was appropriate. Young punk with the older
conservative. Even Angel and Wesley looked good
together, a tall and dark brooding man with his
flighty bright plaything.
Once Graham had arrived from Sunnydale especially with
Giles' requested clothing, Buffy and the rest of the
girls had gone shopping for more food and to get
Wesley his slut wear. It had been the women who had
come up with the idea of complete opposites for them
all to play. Wesley however, had drawn the line
regarding an ear piercing, stating that it just wasn't
him. Spike had laughed, knowing from the
disappointment rolling off his Sire, that the younger
man would end up getting one anyway if Angel had
anything to say about it.
Gunn, Riley and Doyle had spent the rest of the
afternoon filling in the ex-army man, thinking that
while he was in L.A., he might as well help. Once
filled in, Graham had agreed, sickened at the thought
of anyone being forced against their will. Until it
had been time to get ready, there really hadn't been
much to do. Anya, Willow and Tara had made up six
rooms for the boys to stay in while they figured out
what to to do with them. Joyce and Cordelia had kept
pretty much to the kitchen in an effort to make dinner
for them all, entertaining Iesha and Gonturan while
their parents had a break from them.
Wesley and Giles had spent the rest of the afternoon
memorising glamour detection spells for both people
and buildings. Once the words were recited, any
person in a room with a hint of glamour would shine
brightly for a few seconds as would the holding object
for the original images. The two men also memorised a
spell that would light up anything remotely touched by
magic, making the said object bright red for a second
or two, not just to pick up glamour but even little
things like a stain removal or a cloaking spell.
Buffy had been short on temper and full of energy
until Giles had pleaded with her to just do something,
leading to a sparring session with Angel while Spike
shouted insults of how fat and slow they were at them
both. 7.30 had come and the four men had stopped what
they were doing and had gone to their rooms to get
ready, although the blonde vampire had just grabbed a
beer and waited for the others to come back down
stairs. Once the three men had finished dressing and
had joined the others back down in the lobby, they had
gone through the floor plan of the brothel a last
time.
Angel's eyes had almost shot out of his head when he
had seen a shy demure Wesley replaced with a pouting,
spoilt brat, come prowling down the stairs, only to
lose the look when he had blushed at the round of wolf
whistles that had been directed at him. He had hardly
been able to look at the blue prints, not wanting to
tear his eyes off the younger human and had certainly
taken no notice of his Childes objections to being
paired with Old Stuffy.
Admist the calls of good luck and be carefuls, they
had set off in Angel's car to Eternal, parking a few
streets away. They had used the alley entrance for
the first time, wanting to check it out before they
rescued the six males. The door had been set in the
wall about halfway down the short alley, a man hole
just in front of it. One plan was to gather the
prostitutes and take them back to the hotel via the
sewers, hopefully avoiding anything that was sent out
after them.
The corridor leading from the alley entrance to the
sitting room inside of Eternal had only showed some
sort of barrier placed at either end, the whole
corridor had been flooded with bright light shining
from the red walls that had appeared in front of the
two doors when Wesley had mouthed the required words.
All four males hoped that there hadn't been a camera
to catch the abrupt flare of red. After the red had
died down, they had trooped through the wooden door at
the far end of the corridor, pushing aside the curtain
that was used to cover the doorway. As each of the
men had passed through, a buzzer had sounded through
out the sitting room.
Clark had coming towards them from through the solid
french doors on the other side of the gold and cream
room, wringing his hands and smiling at the four men.
Angel had sat down straight away, pulling Wesley down
onto his lap in an attempt to stop himself lashing out
at the greasy man. The younger ex-watcher had
snuggled into the brunettes arms, stroking at Angels
human face and glancing around the comfy room. Giles
had planted himself firmly behind a shorter blond
vampire, making sure that Clark would notice him
rubbing against Spike, not even changing his
expression when the blond had pushed himself back into
the older humans crotch.
After asking if they had any preference for the night,
the simpering man had gone to get Patrick and Scott as
requested after the answer had been no, that they
wanted the boys natural for the session. Wesley had
continued to pat and stroke at Angel, who was nipping
at his silver tipped fingers, for a few minutes after
Clark had left the room. Spike had left off grinding
his backside into the shop owner and sat down next to
his Sire on the couch. Both vampires had heard a low
muttering from Giles and they hoped that the spell
would work.
Just before leaving, Willow and Tara had raced up to
them, all excited by a spell they had found. One of
the books that had been copied by Spike during his
punishment had featured spells and incantations for
the modern day. Amongst them had been a spell that
disrupted all electricity for brief periods. The
spell didn't state how long or how wide the area would
be that was disrupted, but they had been sure that it
would be useful for the cameras.
Once Giles had finished the incantation, the men had
shrugged their shoulders as the lights remained on
until suddenly they had just flicked straight off as
Wesley had made a move to get up from Angels lap.
With the brunette vampires arms holding him still,
both Wesley and the other older human had recited the
magic sensing spell, watching as the french doors lit
the room in a bright red. Apart from the glow coming
from underneath the russet curtain hiding the door to
the corridor, nothing else was seen to be glowing red.
The men had made sure that it was the only glowing
object before the light could wane, only seconds
after it had started, the room had been plunged back
into total darkness. Wesley had taken the opportunity
to finally kiss the vampire, slowly sucking the
brunettes tongue before pulling away and sitting
quietly in the cool lap, waiting for the lights to
flick on again. Spike and Giles had stayed where they
were, only to suddenly rub their eyes as the light
shone brightly again. The whole time between the
light going out until it had shone again was only
around three minutes, very little time indeed.
An apologising Clark had appeared from out of the
doorway in one corner of the room, behind him had
trailed a brunette and a red head. The blonde vampire
had gotten up from the couch and had stood beside the
ex-watcher that was pretending to be his consort,
Spike had smelt the tension and anger on the serious
male and had known that this would not be a good time
for it to explode. With one hand on the older humans
upper arm, he had made a show of running his other
hand over the tweed clad chest, back facing Clark and
the two boys. At one glance, he had seen that the
other man was almost as white as he was.
Wesley had seen the look on Giles face and had
delivered his line as an attempt to pull Clark's
attention away from the blond and the tweed clad
consort. Sitting on Angels lap, he could feel the
vampire beneath him trying not to laugh as the silver
clad man went on and on about Patrick's hair colour.
It really wasn't a funny situation but Angel just
couldn't help himself, they still had no idea of how
they were going to get the six boys out of there.
Taking his eyes off the man wriggling in his lap for a
moment, he looked properly at the two prostitutes that
were standing quietly with eyes down and hands behind
their backs. Something was wrong, Xander still didn't
look old enough, he would have to ask the boy why
later on in the room. One hand placed over Wesley's
complaing mouth, Angel snarled a demand for Patrick to
be made a dark blond. Clark nodding and once again
apologising for the blaming the temporary blackout on
a power surge in that room only, had complied,
allowing the four men to see how the glamour worked
first hand.
The small suit clad man just laid one hand on the
taller boys red hair and muttered a few words, the
hair underneath his hand shimmered and slowly grew
twisted into individual locks of curly dark blonde
hair. Spike threw the mastercard at Clark, snapping
that he should hurry up. Telling Scott and Patrick to
start, the simpering man left via the french doors to
charge Wesley's card again. Shy smiles graced the
boys faces as they finally looked at who had rented
them for the next two hours.
The blond vampire felt his hand being grasped and
turned to see Scott smiling at him. Not glancing at
Giles, he gently tugged at Spike in an effort to get
him upstairs. With a sigh, the blond grabbed the
larger hand of the ex-librarian and pulled him along
up the stairs and down to Scott's room only to be
suprised when Patrick led Angel and Wesley into the
same room.
Door shut behind them all, Scott and Patrick went to
stand beside the bed, eyes down and hands behind the
back again.
Giles snapped out of his stupor as Spike shoved him
down on the couch in front of an empty fireplace. He
just couldn't believe it, even after the two vampires
had confirmed it, he hadn't been able to grasp that it
was real. Even now a big part of him was hoping that
it was all an illusion. Head held between his hands,
he sat for the moment while trying to gather his
courage as he felt all the anger flood out of him only
to be replaced with sorrow. He had thought that
Wesley was going to be a problem not himself.
Wesley continued to cling to Angel, mainly because he
wanted to and just a little for the cameras. He was
worried at how the older human was doing, he hadn't
been able to miss the look of anguish that had passed
over his face as he had stepped into the room. The
younger ex-watcher had been barely able to suppress a
shudder himself when the two youths had been led out.
The only good things so far had been the kiss, now
knowing that the electrical disruption was limited to
the room the spell caster was in and being able to see
how the glamour was performed. So far it looked like
just external colouring.
Spike snorted at the whole room and everybody in it,
he traded a look at his Sire as the two boys asked if
they had a preference of how it was going to go that
night. This time Angel took the iniative and ordered
the boys to start the spa and to wait there until it
got hot enough, Spike adding for them to put on a show
while they waited. Scott and Patrick held hands as
they walked over to the waiting tub that filled one
corner of the room. Scott quickly set the thing
firing, running the water until it filled the large
tub. It would hold four people comfortably but six
people would be out of the question. He joined the
now blond Patrick, sitting on the edge of the spa,
running their hands over each other.
Angel's cock hardened as he watched the two boys
lightly paw at each other, thinking that maybe Spikes
idea of getting them to put on a show wasn't entirely
a bad idea. He didn't think that Giles would be able
to cope, the older human was still sitting on the
couch. Sniffing the air, he turned his attention to
his Childe, smelling the arousal as the blond absently
tugged at the front of his black jeans while watching
the show. God, Spike was nothing but a constant
erection at times. With Wesley almost inside of him,
he was that close, he guided the other two men towards
the couch and Giles.
Wesley was getting horny. He knew that he shouldn't
be but he couldn't help it, the show of light petting
and barely brushed kissing from the two sitting on the
spa edge was getting to him. The younger human could
tell that Spike was already just about to pull himself
out and start wanking, the vampire wouldn't care who
watched. Standing as Angel seated himself on the
couch next to a distressed older man who was refusing
to look towards the spa, he settled himself on Angels
broad lap while Spike sat on the arm of the couch just
looking at the show.
Quietly, Angel asked if the older ex-watcher was
alright, hissing when he got a shaken head. Shit,
this hadn't been expected. For Wesley to stuff up,
yes, but not for Giles to have gone weak on them.
Getting his Childes attention was hard, he was already
stroking himself. It was only after Wesley leant over
and kissed the bleached vampire, lightly biting
through the duster, did he look back at his growling
Sire and lapful of rogue demon hunter. With a gesture
at the lightly sobbing Giles, he indicated for the
blond to do something, Angel was at a loss as what to
do. Spike leered at the playful human before hissing
himself when he saw the older man caught in a
breakdown.
"For fucks sake, pull yourself together you wanker"
snarled the irritated blond vampire. "You're not helping
anyone,least of all Xander"
The whole room was shocked into stillness as the tweed
clad man leapt to his feet declaring that Spike no
longer loved him. Tears running down his face, the
older human stomped off into the wood panelled
bathroom, slamming the door after him. The blond and
brunette vampires looked at each other before Wesley
got up from Angel's lap and crossed over to the closed
door, tapping at it. With no answer coming from the
bathroom, he slowly opened the door and walked in.
Spike glanced over at the motionless boys by the spa,
snarling at them to continue. Patrick resumed licking
Scott's nipples, he had serviced mixed couples before
but never had he experienced a lovers tiff. Scott
closed his eyes again, not wanting to look over at the
couch as he played with Patrick's penis through the
white pants.
The brunette vampire looked back at the bathroom for a
moment before tugging at his own tenting pants,
eliciting a snort from the bleached blond who was
pumping slowly at his hard length already.
Wesley and Giles came back out of the bathroom as
Angel undid his own pants. The younger watcher eyed
him sternly before declaring that it was his job as a
consort to be doing that type of thing. Straddling
the cool thighs, the black and silver clad male leant
against the broad chest and whispered that Giles would
be fine as long as he didn't have to touch Xander,
apparently the boy had thought of the older man as a
father figure and Giles had likened any touching to be
as bad as incest. With a grimace, the brunette
agreed.
Spike had heard what the younger human had said and
pulling the tweed clad male around so that his back
was towards the spa, he loudly stated that he loved
the older human and that tonight was just a bit of
fun.
"You always wanted to have two blonds in your bed,
didn't you?" leered the younger vampire as the
ex-watcher slowly nodded. Giles was relieved that the
bleached blond wasn't going to make a fuss, he was
upset enough by the fact that he had been momentarily
so weak. Looking down, he groaned as the vampire
continued to masturbate while smirking up at the older
human. Hand rubbed across his eyes, Giles started to
undress much to everyones surprise including the
bleached blond. Wesley, getting the hint, ground
himself down into a game faced Angel before standing
and slowly unbuttoning his silver mesh top much to the
appreciation of Angel.
Clothes thrown on the floor, Giles stood naked in
front of Spike. With a barely heard statement of
'this is all you get', the ex-watcher kneeled down in
front of a staring vampire and grasped at the thick
white shaft waving at him. A small squeaked 'ok' and
the blond stared at the two boys licking and rubbing
at each other while his cock was slowly pumped by a
warm hand.
Wesley ripped his attention away from his former
mentor giving a chipped vampire a hand job when he
heard the brunette in front of him growl because he
had stopped stripping. Giles and Spike, it was
something that he had never thought to see but he had
to admit that it was pretty good, but the continuing
show at the spa was even better. Resuming his clothes
removal as the groaning from the edge of the couch got
louder, he let his top fall to the floor. With a move
that saw him standing in between the vampires wide
spread legs, he lifted a boot clad foot up to the
older brunette. Angel almost ripped the boot off,
doing the same to the other one to the amusement of
the younger human. Leather pants snapped, the lean
man stepped out of them, displaying his lack of
underwear to the amazed viewer.
Giles had no intention of giving the bleached blond a
blow job no matter how much he was whining for it in
between the groans and little pants. He had only ever
been with one man and that had been Ethan, he really
didn't want to sully the memories. Hand jerking
faster and harder, he aimed the penis away from him at
Spikes quick nod. Nose wrinkled in disgust as the
thick liquid barely missed him, he was surprised when
the vampire swooped down and kissed him hard and hot.
Managing to break free for some air, he just about
punched the smirking blonde when Spike commented that
Giles would make a great consort one day. Still on
his knees, he looked around an undressing blond to see
Wesley on his knees giving a stunned Angel a blow job.
"Ooohh, turn you on does it?" teased Spike, as he ran
his fingers along the older humans hairy chest.
Fingers slapped away, he got up from the couch and
walked over to the spa. Ignoring the boys for the
moment, he stuck his hand in the heating water,
noticing that it was almost ready. Attention turned
back to the snogging whores, he sniffed at them,
shocked that they were both a little aroused. Scott
had his hand down Patrick's pants and was lightly
stroking the semi hard shaft as the dark blond was
pinching and nipping at Scott's nipples.
All three heads turned towards the couch as Angel
roared his orgasm, Wesley sitting back and wiping at
his mouth. Wesley knew that he had just shocked the
socks off his employer, he may be a virgin but he
still had plenty of practice at other things. Angel
just sat there, recovering from one of his best
fantasies come true and stunned that it had actually
been so good. He let Wesley unbutton his shirt and
toss it to the floor, not worried about how wrinkled
it would be when putting it on later. He felt his
boots taken off, his socks following. Standing at
Wesley's urging, his pants soon puddled on the floor.
Giles had been unable to stop himself masturbating at
the sight, he had often wondered if the other watcher
had been as inexperienced as he made out. Virgin of
course but quite obviously not as clumsy at some
things. Coming a few seconds after Angels loud
bellow, he felt himself relax, most of the tension
flowing out of his body. With a quick glance at the
blond by the spa, he deliberately grabbed the red
shirt from the floor and cleaned his chest off, daring
the blond to argue. He was still upset over Xander
but he was feeling that he could now at least start to
deal with the situation. He had put on a show for the
cameras, played his bit at being a consort to the
younger vampire, now he hopefully didn't have to do
anything else.
"Excuse me Sirs, the water is ready now"
With that, the spa jets kicked into life, filling the
room with the sound of bubbling water. Spike hopped
straight into the water, patting at his lap in an
indication for Scott to come and join him. With an
order for Patrick to wait by the side of the spa, he
leered as Scott undressed and straddled his warming
thighs.
Scott was almost beside himself, only the years of
practice kept the wide smile on his face. He had been
sure that he would be forgotten about. His nightly
prayers were just a routine now, he really didn't
believe the words he spoke. Leaning into the cool
chest he asked if the vampire was real.
"Real again Whelp" smirked the blond as the the warm
hands rubbed his nipples. "One thing, I don't want you
to touch the old man, alright?" Seeing Scott nod and
reply 'yes sir', he stroked the boys back as he smelt
the fear coursing through the boys whole being, again
it wasn't directed at him. The boy was begining to
remind him a bit of Dru, damaged goods. He very much
doubted that Harris and the other boys would ever be
right in the head again.
Surprised to see Wesley step into the water with out
his Sire, Spike took in the lean but muscular body
that the ex-watcher had. It was rather like his own
but the other man was taller and had a light tan.
Quietly muttering that Giles didn't want to be near
Xander naked, he almost leapt out of the water as a
cool foot embedded itself in his groin once he sat.
With a glare at the younger vampire, he took his first
real close up look at the missing Scooby member.
"Hello Scott, how are you?" he asked quietly,
remembering that the camera would be able to see his
questions. "Would you like to sit on my knee?"
Wesley patted encouragingly at his lap as Scott/Xander
nodded shyly, moving off the vampire after giving the
blond a peck on the cheek. The ex-watcher reminded
himself to be calm when he was kissed by the lad, he
was only doing his job. Shifting so that the boy
could straddle him easier, he pulled the brunette in
close to his chest. He accepted the small kisses that
Scott dotted over his face, taking the opportunity to
look at the silver jewellery that the boys wore.
Unable to find a clasp, he noticed that the brunette
was getting a bit fidgety at him fingering the silver
necklace and bracelet, indicating that the boy was
nervous. It was confirmed when Spike growled at him,
frowning slightly until he stopped touching the
bracelet.
A low growling at the couch told him that the other
two had found the same problem. For once in his
life, he was thankful that Spike was able to pick up
on emotions. The smile on Scott's face hadn't let up
once, the chocolate eyes were making him feel guilty
for not believing Spike first off. Wesley was sure
that the jewellery was what the original image was
being stored in. Gently whispering in Scott's ear for
him not to panic, he coughed twice to let Giles know
that he was ready. A minute later, he heard an
answering sneeze and waited for the lights to go out.
A few minutes later, the room was plunged into
darkness only to have the two boys glow white, their
jewellery almost blinding them all as both the
ex-watchers recited the glamour finding spell.
Everyone ground the heels of their palms into their
eyes in an effort to stem the pain from the bright
light before it died off completely leaving the room
dark again.
Spike could smell the emotion coming off Scott blast
into more fear than even he had created on a person.
Without thinking he grabbed at the boy, dragging him
off the other mans lap, clutching him tightly to his
chest. He had no idea of what was causing the roiling
tidal wave of fear from the boy but the stench of the
emotion was strong. The boy was shivering in his
grasp, clinging tightly around the vampires neck. He
was glad that he didn't breath anymore.
As suddenly as they turned off, the lights switched
back on revealing an outraged ex-watcher staring at a
vampire that was being almost throttled by Scott.
Giles and Angel looked at each other, Angel could
smell the fear from across the room. Patrick was
startled by the turn of events but kept smiling even
though he radiated puzzlement. With a jerk of his
head, Angel indicated for the blond to let go of the
distressed youth. Spike untangled the boys arms from
around his neck, looking at the fear that radiated out
from the chocolate eyes.
With a look back at his Sire, the blond gathered the
boy in his arms and hefted him out of the water,
splashing an objecting Wesley in the process. Not
worrying about the water, he made his way to the
bathroom. The boy was still scared, he looked almost
ready to go into a coma. Shower door opened, he stood
the shivering Scott inside and swiftly turned on the
cold water. After a few seconds, the brunette started
to jump around the shower trying to get away from the
cold water, all fear dissipating as his mind
concentrated on getting away from the icy flow.
Wesley smiled at Angel, who had come to join him after
Spike had left with Scott. Giles was getting Patrick
to massage his shoulders, Patrick was a bit confused
by what had just happened but didn't mind providing
the rubbing motions to the older man sitting on the
floor between his legs. He wondered about Scott and
the bleached vampire and what was going on in the
bathroom but finally decided that as long as it didn't
include him, then he didn't care.
Angel asked Wesley where he had learnt to blow so
well, smiling when he was refused an answer.
Surprising the younger male, he lifted the other man
out of the water and onto the edge of the spa,
kneeling in front of him. Wesley's stomach twisted,
he was really looking forward to what was about to
happen.
With his cock enveloped in a large cool grasp, the
human moaned as a tongue flicked out of the smiling
mouth and ran along the weeping slit. Angel engulfed
the head, wiggling his tongue underneath the sensitive
shaft as he slowly took the whole length into his
mouth. With an ear listening to the small cries and
moans, he made swallowing motions with his throat,
relishing the hands dug deep into his hair. Faster, he
slid the rod in and out of his mouth, hands pressing
Wesley's thighs so that he couldn't thrust up. Angel
kept making a deep throat plunge every now and again,
finally leaving the cock buried deep down his throat,
purring around the shaft as Wesley panted and twisted
his hair. Letting go of one thigh, he suddenly
squeezed the sac holding Wesley's testicles as he
smelt the build up of cum, swallowing the hot essence
that poured down his throat.
"Aaahhh!! Jesus Christ, Buddha and The PTB!"
Rang out in the large room, startling everyone once
more that night. From the bathroom, Spike started
laughing only for it turn into a moan as his cock
drove straight into a waiting Scott. With the water
now at a comfortable warm temperature, he gave the boy
a chance to get used to his shaft, wryly noting that
he really didn't have to. To put it nicely, the boy
was saggy. Nothing short of surgery was going to fix
this one, and that probably went for all of the other
boys as well. A few stitches to tighten him up and no
fucking for a few months and the boy would be right as
rain physically, mentally however was looking more and
more doubtful. Thrusts increasing, he tightened his
grip on Scott's hips as the youth thrusted back at
him.
Spike had always wondered if the boy was as great a
shag as the ex-demon had made out and he decided that
he probably would have been before being so well used.
Speeding up the ramming, the blond licked and nibbled
at the sweet tasting skin on the boys neck wishing he
could bite a the throbbing vein so close to the
surface. The pounding was almost brutal, if he had
known that the whelp would have been able to take this
kind of thrusting, he would have cheerfully provided
it in their earlier screw. Scott was moaning, he
concentrated on trying to thrust back into the
vampire, he just wanted it over with. Pulling out all
the stops, he forced himself to clench around the
shaft inside of him. It wasn't easy anymore, he knew
that Randall was going to sew him up one day in the
near future, Mathew, Andrew and Christopher had
already gone through it after it was discovered that
the enhancement didn't tighten for very long, no
matter how many times it was applied. A visiting
doctor had advised Randall to get it done for
Christopher, after complaining that the boy was loose.
Embarrassed to have a complaint against one of his
staff, he made arrangements for all the boys to be
done three months apart from each other. The last to
arrive, Scott and the others were still waiting his
turn.
The doctor had just operated on the other boys while
they were in their rooms in exchange for free time
with Christopher. Mathew and Andrew had said that it
had hurt a lot at first but after having two weeks
off, only providing non penetration stimulation, they
had found themselves almost virgin tight again. It
was something that Scott really wasn't looking forward
to.
Spike moaned as he felt his cock being gripped by a
ring of muscles, telling Scott to keep doing it as he
found himself ready to cum. A few more solid thrusts
into the warm body and the blond slowly pumped in and
out as he emptied himself into Scott, howling into the
boys shoulder. Cock pulled out, he turned the boy
around, gently shoving him against the shower wall as
he took Scott's penis in his cool hand. Telling the
boy to close his eyes, Spike used one hand to pump the
hardening cock as he played with the lightly haired
testicles. Gently tugging at the sac, he increased the
pressure around Scott's shaft as the boys breathing
turned into panting. The blond vampire was taking in a
face that hadn't changed since the day he had gone
missing, it wasn't right. So intent on looking at the
brunettes face, he didn't notice that the boys hands
were holding his still.
"Please don't"
Stunned, the blond at first didn't think that he had
heard right but the tired ancient look staring back at
him made him stop fully. Hands dropped to his sides,
Scott made a hesitant move forward, cringing in his
effort. The vampire wondered what was going to happen
next until he got the shock of his unlife.
"Can..can you just hold me?"
A step forward, the blond wrapped his arms around the
silent brunette. He could feel the heart racing a
mile a minute, slowly he ran his cool hands up and
down the warm back until he could detect the heart
rate starting to go down. There was no fear directed
at anything, just an overwhelming sadness and the
scent of pure despair. The boy was standing with his
arms held stiffly by his sides, he wanted to be held
but he didn't know how to receive it anymore.
"Put your arms around me, go on Pet" encouraged the
vampire, he had no idea why he was doing this but for
a brief moment he had a flash of Dru and he remembered
how much she had ached for a cuddle some days and how
he had loved to provide them for her. He smiled
bitterly as he thought about where his black princess
was these days. Even though he was standing with a
Scooby member in his arms, he just couldn't bring
himself to push the brunette away, it would be like
draining an already dead human. No sport at all.
Scott slowly put his arms around the cool body, not
quite touching the vampire. At more whispered words,
he finally closed his grasp around the slender frame,
allowing himself to briefly enjoy a non sexual touch.
At the question of 'why', he answered softly, telling
the blond that he wanted to feel home for a moment.
The younger vampire was speechless, he suddenly
realized that Xanders memories of Sunnydale meant that
everybody and everything had been lumped into one
category called home and that apparently included him.
Gently rocking the quiet male, he promised that he
would be home soon and not to worry. All noises from
the main room were ignored by both the males, Spike
even ignored the scent of both Angels and Wesleys cum
to just stand under the hot water with the brunette.
"Please don't leave me, take me with you" softly
pleaded Scott, relaxing enough to rest his head on the
vampires shoulder. "Take us all with you,
Christophers not well"
Shushing noises made, the blond was aghast to find
himself promising to return for them all tomorrow
night. He couldn't believe that he had just said that
but looking into the deep chocolate eyes, he found
that he had an odd little hurt, just like when he
promised Dru something that would later turn out to be
not possible. He knew right then that this Scooby
would never recover from having been enslaved in the
brothel, the absolute agony peering at him was just
too much ever to get repaired in full. He grasped at
the boy in a strong hug, until the boy relaxed his
whole body and continued to hold him till his Sire
told them that time was up.
Letting go of the brunette, Spike stepped back and was
annoyed by the re emergence of the wide smile. Head
shaken, he thought that he had finally gone soft like
his Sire but he admitted to himself that he was upset
at seeing the once chirpy and wise cracking boy be so
unnaturally submissive and quiet. It just wasn't
right, it wasn't Xander and would probably never would
be again. Leaving the boy where he was, he stomped
out of the bathroom to find that everyone else was
dressed and waiting for him. Throwing on his clothes,
he ignored the cum stain on his red shirt, pulling his
duster around him so that it was hidden.
A final glance around the room, they waited for Xander
to come out of the bathroom and to get dressed again.
Once done, the brunette and dark blonde led the way
out of the door, walking past the wooden staircase and
disappearing through the blending door.
Eternal, March 2002
He couldn't believe it. All that time and money
invested and look, it's all gone! Randall was
reviewing his finances after the latest disaster.
Eternal was going just fine on both sides but it was
one of his little ventures that had let him down this
time.
The video place where he got rid of the 'normal'
stock, had been raided by the police. They had
swooped down onto the concrete building late one night
last week during a taping. All four boys that had
been held in the cells were gone and so was his money.
Now he couldn't afford to get rid of Christopher.
Randall groaned as he looked at the first page of the
newspaper. It was screaming about the 'Death Porn
Videos' and how disturbing they were. He had known
what the boys ended up as but he didn't care as long
as he got his money. Walter was nowhere to be seen,
obviously skipping the country with the money from the
sale of the boys. The older man didn't think that his
once trusted employee would have tipped them off but
he already had feelers out for the man.
He would have to pass up on any auctions for a while
until he regained his finances. It wouldn't have been
so bad but he had just paid for the demon service
bathrooms to be wood panelled to match the main
bedrooms and now the cost of tracking Walter down.
Besides, there was nowhere for him to train another
Hellmouth boy now that the old mental hospital was
going to be demolished. He really didn't have the time
and money to put in the effort to look for another
place. Six boys was actually a good number to stop
at.
It looked like he was stuck with Christopher for a bit
longer. As much as he liked the boy, he was
disturbing the other whores too much with his constant
screaming fits. The boy knew better than to pull one
during service hours but as soon as he got back into
his room, the corridor was filled with moaning and
screaming. He was no longer responding to Randall's
attempts to calm him down, eventually Adam would have
to start sedating him as soon as he was clocked off
each night.
It was a shame to see the boy so off the planet. When
he had first started working for Randall, he had been
such a nice lad, always so eager to get on with his
work. That was almost 15 years now, and four of those
at Eternal. Yes, he had made the boy a prisoner in
the brothel but this was business and you couldn't
afford to be soft. Really not even a boy anymore, if
he had aged naturally, he would be around 33 years
old. If the boy was thinking right, he would have
considered himself lucky that he was only working with
the multitude of men that hired him. Yes, nearly all
of the clients were into little boys but it wasn't as
if he really was one.
Pushing the thought of maybe that was why he got so
upset straight out of his mind, the brothel keeper
glanced around the small control room. It was filled
with images of the six boys servicing their clients.
Settling his gaze on one that showed Andrew pounding
into Scott while a group of demons looked on, he
frowned when he thought of just how little the
brunette had retained of his lovely spirit.
The boy was polite, smiled on cue and so far hadn't
given the establishment any trouble apart from a few
episodes in which his books had been confiscated but
he was lacking the qualities that had first attracted
Randall to him. Thinking of the disaster that had
been David, Randall shuddered when he recalled how the
boy had died. He had been so sure that the quiet lad
wouldn't put up much of a fuss, he had been surprised
and disappointed when he had lashed out at his very
first client. David had been disciplined but had
proceeded to rip and tear any clothing that he had
been given and had clawed and bitten at his last three
clients.
It was only the offer of a massive amount of money
from the very last client, that Randall had agreed to
let the demon do whatever he liked, throwing in a
video camera for memories. Amazing how effect it was
for training purposes. He had then bought Andrew and
lastly, Scott just over a year ago. It was almost
time for Scott to have his time off, he would have to
book the manicure and pedicure for the brunette.
Taking out the phone book that was in his top drawer,
Randall made the necessary arrangements for in two
days time, confirming with the demon on the other end
that this was a monthly usual. The greying man
rummaged through an assortment of videos in a box by
the stained desk and selected a dozen that he thought
Scott might like to watch. Most were documentaries on
wildlife and ancient civilisations and a few that he
could find that featured science fiction ideals.
Scott had shown a rising interest in science fiction
books and he was more than happy to indulge the
interest.
The tapes gathered in his arms, he strode through the
little corridor that led from the control room and
down to the equally tiny library/video room, passing
the kitchen on the way. Managing to open the door
with out dropping any tapes, he looked quickly around
the book lined walls and plonked the tapes on top of
the tv that stood in one corner of the room. The only
time that the six boys were left alone, not including
their rooms, was when they spent their 3 days in the
library/tv room. It didn't matter if they did
anything, whoever was watching in the control room
would see it, besides they were locked in until they
buzzed that they needed something.
After a quick check to make sure that Fletcher had
cleaned the room properly, Randall made his way out
and went to check on the progress of the snacks for
the boys. Nodding as Fletcher cut up various
vegetables and fruits into cubes and sticks, he was
glad that he made sure the six prostitutes ate right.
He tried to make everything as comfortable as possible
for the males, there was a good chance that they would
be here even after he was dead. Turning away from the
kitchen, he made his way back down the bare concrete
corridor and climbed the steps that took him from the
basement level and up to the ground floor.
Standing in front of the door, he pushed the buzzer
that rang at the lobby desk. Randall waited for Clark
to push the releasing lock at his end. Loud buzzing
sounding through the stair well, he gave the door a
push and emerged from underneath the main steps of the
brothel. Clark given a smile, he walked across the
empty lobby and into his office opposite the french
doors that lead to the demon side. Whenever he hired
new staff, he always made it clear that the doors were
never to be approached. After a few near disasters,
he had managed to place a spell on them that made them
appear almost unnoticable to humans. People could see
that they were there, they just weren't interested in
them.
The result had been that Christopher's clients had to
use the alley entrance as well as the demons, it
wasn't a problem as most knew about the existence of
other creatures having found out about the
enhancements from demons they associated with.
Leaning back in his chair, Randall put his feet up on
his desk and wondered what he could do to try and
recoup some of his losses. He figured that he had lost
almost one and a half million dollars. Both from the
sale of the four boys and the slice of the profits
from the video tapes. That didn't include the food
and training he had wasted on the boys either.
What to do thought Randall.
9 May 2004. early hours of the morning.
Spike
Spike took a last drag of the dwindling cigarette and
stubbed it out. He gave the little glass ashtray a
push that prevented it falling off the stack of pornos
he had beside his bed. As much as he was trying to
get some sleep, the whole shower incident kept
throwing itself at him. It was banging around the
corridors of his mind, refusing to let up.
He had barely said two words to any of the men as they
drove back to the hotel. Angel and Wesley kept on
insisting that he tell them what happened in the
bathroom. The blond had been too distracted to even
think of a reply. Thinking about it now, he was able
to come up with some great one liners about Wankly
being less of a virgin than he was before. The older
human had cried all the way back to the Hyperion,
finally taking in that his pseudo son was a prostitute
and that he had been virtually useless during the
session.
The vampire still had no idea why he had hugged the
boy. He recalled the terror that had poured off the
boy as soon as the room had descended into a deep
darkness, it had felt just plain wrong for the whelp
to be so terrified. Dousing him in the cold water had
been the only thing he could think of to prevent the
lad going into a daze. After looking into the deep
brown eyes, he now knew the saying of 'old before
their time' was sometimes all too true.
All the others were downstairs thumping out the final
details to the rescue plan. He had been told to go
upstairs by his Sire, he didn't want any annoying
opinions foisted upon them. Spike hadn't bothered to
argue when Buffy had demanded that they do the rescue
later the following night. At least he hadn't had to
tell them what he had promised.
So, here he was. Sitting on his bed, lighting up
another cancer stick and running the shower scene
through his head again. The brats were going to need
lots of attention and some good therapy, that pretty
much went without saying. He wondered, out of them
all, which one was going to put their life on hold
until Harris was able to take care of himself again.
He could see the Sunnydale group all fluttering over
him for the first few months until one by one, they
just had other things to do that couldn't wait and he
would be left muddling around by himself again. The
L.A. crew wouldn't be much different. To put it
simply, they had lives that they had to get on with
and one Xander Harris was only going to halt them for
so long.
It wasn't that he couldn't tie a shoelace or get
himself a drink of water, it was how long was it going
to take the boy before he was able to be in a crowded
room. Go somewhere public without breaking down, how
was he going to cope with the fact that everybody he
knew from Sunnydale had gotten on with their lives
while he had been stuck in hell.
Snorting to himself, Spike took another drag,
listening to the little fibres crackle as they burnt.
How did he know all this? Living with Dru had taught
him a lot about what on going trauma could do to a
persons mind. The whelp wasn't like his favourite
girl in full but the boy was going to be a danger to
himself, pretty much like Dru, probably for the rest
of his life.
With all his natural danger reflex's gone, if any
demon or human male approached him in any way, he was
just going to bend over for them in an instant.
Anybody he lived with, was very likely going to be a
vampire meal, one just knocking on the door, and the
boy letting them in with smiling 'Yes Sir'. He just
wasn't afraid of demons. Spike very much doubted that
the lot downstairs had even thought of that yet, too
busy with plans to get them out. Not necessarily a
bad thing though.
With a snarl, he remembered that the whelp had told
him that one of the other boys wasn't well. He was
going to face the Poofs ire and go downstairs.
Viciously he stubbed out the cigarette, thinking that
he had successfully completed the pre-requisite for
the brooding competition between Angel and himself.
Joyce
As the older woman sat in the comfy armchair, her mind
swirled at the action and flurry of words going on
around her. She had never really seen how much people
depended on her daughter and she was proud to finally
be able to see it. Joyce was worried, not only for
her daughter and her friends safety but at how Xander
was going to react being taken from his home of more
than three years. The place was a prison but as with
all prisons, they were eventually tailored by the
inmates to make them more comfy and home like.
It was all very well for them wanting to get the boys
out, and she wanted it as well, but none of them had
so far really sat down and thought about what they
were going to do once they had them all at the hotel.
If what Mr Giles and the other men had said was true,
how were they even going to react with seeing females.
She was pretty sure that the six males were going to
have on going medical and emotional problems, however
none of the group taking up the lobby of the Hyperion
was in any way suited to help with them.
It had been briefly touched on if they should just
remove all the magic and then take them to the police
station where Angels friend, Kate worked. Should they
get a doctor out to see them all first and then inform
the families of where their sons were and wait for
them to be picked up, gleaming over the details as
politely as possible?
Running a hand through her hair, she got up and asked
if anyone wanted coffees. Raised hands counted, Joyce
made her way into the white kitchen and filled the
kettle, putting it on to boil. Mugs gathered from the
dish drainer, they were put out in a neat row along
the formica surface of the bench. She hoped that her
daughter was going to keep her mouth closed around the
boys for the first few days, as much as she loved
Buffy, she acknowledged that her daughter was low on
tact. Joyce didn't know if it was from her fathers
idiot genes or from being a Slayer. From what she had
overheard from discussions about various adventures,
tact just wasn't in the Slayer package but then again,
her husband had been low on the talent as well.
As the kettle whistled, she wondered how the Harris
boy was going to adapt back into a suburb full of
demons, some who very likely had actually paid to have
sex with him. Mrs Summers thought that it might even
be for the best if the poor boy never went back but
she could see the collective objections already.
Hot water poured into the mugs, she rolled her eyes
when she saw that she had forgotten to put the coffee
in them.
She had originally gone to the 'Find Xander' meetings
to support her daughter but had found herself amazed
by what the friends considered everyday life, she
hoped that because Xander had this knowledge prior to
being taken, it would help him in the long run.
Giles
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The ex-watcher knew shouting at Buffy to concentrate
and to listen properly was getting him nowhere, only a
room full of stares but he just couldn't help it. He
was tired and still upset at seeing Xander in the
brothel. With a glare at Riley, he told the tall blond
to make sure that his girlfriend understood it all,
then to collective dropped jaws, he spun on his heel
and strode into Angels office.
Door slammed behind him, he sat heavily at the
vampires desk as the tears overwhelmed him again. If
only he had insisted that Angel listen to his Childe,
they could have spared Xander a few months of the
degrading work. The older man felt dirty and ashamed
that he had actually taken the time to enjoy himself
for a moment while the brunette had been kissing
Patrick by the spa.
Giles had wanted so much to touch him and make sure
that he was real but he hadn't wanted to give the boy
the impression he wanted sex. He wasn't sure that
Xander would ever be able to handle being touched by
another male again, let alone be able to enjoy and
maintain a normal relationship.
How he was going to react when he found out about Anya
and Gunn, was anybody's guess.
As the first droplets hit the mahogany desk, the man
was overwhelmed with a sense of failure. He had been
useless, just point a prophecy his way, throw him a
spell book and he was all set to help stop the end of
the world but this time he had been unable to function
properly.
The tears in the bathroom had disturbed Wesley as
well, the younger man had pointed out that the very
fact he had let Xander see him, was important. It had
let the boy know that people knew where he was.
Angel's promise had been reinforced.
Shoulders shaking as sobs rang round the four walls,
Giles wondered if he would ever be able to hug the
young man again without it being taken as a come on.
He had been grateful when the bleached vampire had
told Xander not to approach him, he would have just
grabbed at him and not been able to let go.
That was his boy in the brothel, another man might
have conceived and raised him for the first years but
it was Giles who had soothed his fears about the
Master, calmed Xander's worry over the Angelus
incident, been proud at how he had stood up to the mad
vampire in the hospital and listened to the boy babble
on about his life in general. He had never really
told Xander how much he cared but he would. His boy
would be coming home very soon.
With a wipe at the tears on his face, he reached into
his tweed vest pocket and pulled out a tissue. Glasses
quickly cleaned, he mopped at the small puddle marring
the surface of the desk. When he was sure that he
wasn't going to embarrass himself with tears again, he
opened the door to the office quietly and stepped
through.
September 2002, Eternal.
Scott is thinking of the Scooby gang.
They're not coming. No-one is going to come for me
anymore. Maybe it's because I got moved around too
much and they can't find me. Have they forgotten
about me?
I can't cry anymore, all the tears have dried up. I
just plod along each night doing my job. As long as I
get water and food, everything is alright. Smile at
the clients, let them fuck me. Let them cum over me,
inside of me, swallow what pours down my throat.
Get pissed on, used to that now as well. Swallow that
too. Shitting is on the no-no list, pretty glad for
that.
Suck cock while another is up my arse. Smile while
the client is bending my arms and legs into white hot
agonising positions. If they want me to cry, I can do
that. Must never look like it bothers me, might not
get any water for a day. Sit still for the lady who
does my feet and hands. She makes them all soft and
nice. I like that.
Sometimes I don't want them to find me and pray that I
will just die. Finally have a client that will take
it one step too far. Won't happen though, Adam and
Randall will stop it. I can hear Adam yelling at
Christopher to be quiet. They managed to turn him into
a girl tonight. Wonder if they will do it to me in
the future? Take my virginity again, would I be able
to get pregnant. Somewhere, there is a demon who will
pay for that.
I'm too dirty for them to want me back now. Would I
give them a disease if I touched them? Anya won't
want me anymore even if they did manage to find me,
they wont want me to touch anything of theirs because
I'm unclean. They won't find me though. They have
probably stopped looking. They all had so much better
lives than I did.
Christopher is quiet again, Adam must have sedated
him.
The sex doesn't hurt anymore, sometimes when a client
is small, I can barely feel it. I just moan and grunt
until the warmth or coolness floods into me. Smile
and say that I enjoyed it if they ask. Cry, if that
is what they are paying for me to do. I can cry on
cue now, pretty much the only time that I do. Most
clients don't care, if I stopped breathing during a
session, they would still pump away at me.
Even when they belt me around or throw me into the
walls, I don't cry until they request it. Sometimes
it can be really nice, a client will just want to lie
in bed and spoon against me for the whole session.
One of my regulars brings me chocolate, Randall
doesn't like it but it keeps the client coming back.
The demon likes to see me eat it piece by piece while
he jerks off. I have to force myself to eat it, it
reminds me of home too much. Another one just plays
cards with me, he's taught me a few games. He thinks
that he is my friend but he is just a client.
I had sex with Mathew and Andrew a few weeks ago. Not
unusual but it was the first time in front of a video
camera. Randall taped us jerking each other off at
first and then Andrew and I pissed on Mathew. I hope
that it is for his private use but I don't think so.
Next time, they are going to give me a white bath.
Just cum all over me until I'm covered from head to
foot. Had that done before too.
Wonder if they will ever watch that?
I wonder if they really are looking for me.
Did they notice I am missing?
I don't think that they will want me to come back with
them even if they do find me. Wouldn't blame them,
might infect them with something. I can't be who I
was before.
Too dirty.
Too tired.
9 May 2004. Eternal
Opening time.
It had been decided to hit the brothel before any possible clients rented one of the boys out. That meant about five minutes after the sun set fully. Once again the two vampires and the ex-watchers strode through the plain white corridor and into the tastefully decorated sitting room. However this time, they were joined by Gunn and Doyle. Graham and Riley were sitting on the couch just out side the french doors pretending to have an argument over what to rent that night, they were to make sure that no-one entered the doors. Buffy, Tara and Willow were waiting in the alley beside the already opened manhole, ready to help with lowering the boys into the sewers. Buffy was there to help any demons change their mind about renting for the night.
The Eternal wasn't that far to walk through the maze of tunnels, as long as they didn't get lost or killed by any creature loitering around, it was only going to take them all around 40 minutes. They hadn't wanted to hire a minibus to transport the boys in, for fear of being caught in a traffic jam, stressing the boys out more than was necessary. Anya and Joyce were waiting back at the hotel with medical supplies and the strongest sedatives that could be brought without a prescription, pretty sure that some of the boys were going to be hysterical. Cordelia was waiting for a phone call from Angel before she was to call Kate at the police station. Kate was ready to start a full premises search, citing a rumour of it being an amphetamine factory. Angel had told her about the six boys and Kate had sworn to find something that would stick to the owner, Randall Hargraves.
The plan was to deactivate all barrier spells on the doors while Clark was getting the six males. Once they were down stairs, each man would just grab a boy and run to the sewers as soon as the lights went out. As submissive as the youths were, there was no way they were going to argue with someone who was pretending to be a client. Unbeknown to the smarmy lobby jockey, he was going to come along for the ride as well. The four magic users were chomping at the bit to question him heavily about the silver jewellery. The lights were going to go off 20 minutes after they arrived thanks to Willow hacking into the power plants computer and managing to organise for the power to go out on the whole block that Eternal was sited on. No-one had been brave enough to ask what else she could do on a laptop.
Angel glanced at his watch, only five minutes to go and Clark still hadn't returned with the boys. Spike was standing in full game face, only inches from the french doors. If the two ex-marines couldn't keep someone from coming through the doors, then hopefully they were going to take one look at a pissed off vampire and run in the opposite direction. Gunn and Doyle had their arms wrapped around the two spell casters, hiding their moving lips and busy fingers from any cameras. The young street fighter had been less than impressed with the idea and had asked why Angel didn't do it with Wesley instead. Angel didn't want to give the greasy man, Clark, one chance at escaping. As it was, the brunette vampire was hoping that he didn't kill the arsehole before getting him back to the Hyperion.
Shit, only a couple of minutes more. Wesley and Giles were sweating with the concentration and effort of taking the walls down. The older shop keeper had likened it to taking down a brick wall, brick by brick. Hard work, made harder this time by them having to de construct three of the magic walls at once. The men had come to the conclusion that the three walls were meant to keep the six boys in. Angel could smell the effort and tiredness getting stronger. A glance at his Childe and he knew that the blond could smell it as well. Hearing footsteps, he hoped that all six boys would be coming out. Clark had tried to argue about Christopher only servicing humans and Angel had snarled a reply stating that Gunn was only going to use him.
After much dithering by the lobby jockey, Clark had agreed to bring them all out for selection on the condition of no 'faces' until they were all in their rooms. The brunette vampire had already told the suit clad man that he agreed, Spike nodding behind his Sire and had demanded the boys in whatever form they were already in. Changes could be made later. The white door in the corner opened and the boys started to troop through, following a beaming Armani clad man.
Angel felt his jaw drop as he saw what was included in the line up. Five youths and a boy around 10. Forcing himself to sneer, he hoped that the others weren't staring. With an ear towards the watchers, he found that he couldn't hear any more of the low muttering. He let Clark fuss around the boys, thankfully the man hadn't taken any notice of the blond standing by the french doors. A cough beside him and he noticed that the four men were standing next to and around him. A glance at Doyle and a nod at the young boy, he could see the others horrified expressions. The stakes had just been upped.
One minute to go. Calling Spike back over from the door, he more or less had each man lined up before a boy. Spike before Xander, Doyle and the little boy, Gunn before the tallest one beside Xander. Wesley was going to grab the shortest one while Giles would herd out the last two before handing one over to the two witches. Nodding at Clark, he agreed agreed that they looked good. A glance at his watch and he saw that there were only 10 seconds to go. He couldn't wait any longer. Angel punched the slimey little man as hard as he could with out killing him and draped him over one broad shoulder.
Just as the six whores looked up for the first time, the lights shut out, blanketing the room in darkness. The two vampires almost choked on the instant terror that was coming off three of the boys, the rest were smelling of confusion. Spike grabbed Xander and hauled him towards the little corridor that led to the alleyway, trying to ignore the terror coming from the male. Holding back the heavy curtain in one hand, he held tightly to the quiet boy with the other while everyone managed to make their way down the dark corridor. The concrete hallway was filled with quiet words of encouragement. The last ones to go through, Spike heard a fight break out from the other side of the double doors and hoped that the marines were capable of dealing with it themselves. Giving the brunette a little push, they made their way down the corridor.
Buffy was too busy helping everybody down the manhole to notice if Xander had already gone through. She wasn't going to risk anybodys safety by demanding to see him right away. Hearing pounding feet go by the entrance of the alleyway and a chorus of 'yeah haa's', she was relieved that both Graham and Riley had made it out alright. She reached up for the next boy only to stop in shock when she saw the child's face. Speechless, she gently helped the boy down the last few rungs and onto the sewer floor. He was quickly followed by Doyle who immediately grasped the child's hand, speaking softly in the lilting accent. The petite blonde had expected battered young men but not a child and it was taking all her effort to not just rush up the steps and kill whatever demon she could lay her hands on.
Once the man hole lid was put back into place by Buffy, the two witches reached into their backpacks and handed the rescuing men a large torch each. Willow looked around the gathering of men, she was afraid to look for Xander, not really wanting to find him amongst the smiling boys. She couldn't believe that they were all smiling. Doyle was holding a child in his arms, tightly cradling him to his chest and whispering soft words of reassurance. The others were also telling the boys that they would be alright. Angel gave them a minute more and then, shifting the weight of the still unconscious man to his other shoulder, started off down the main sewer tunnel.
Tara quickly walked over to the tired older man and started to relieve him of one of the smiling but bewildered youths. She was forced to pull back from the boy as he started to cringe back into Giles, almost causing the other two to lose their balance. Looking back at Willow and Buffy, she shook her head and instead took his heavy torch in her hand and pointed it forwards. They all stopped momentarily when Doyle swore loudly, hurriedly covering it up with a few laughs and more reassuring words. Spike frowned as the smell of ammonia came drifting over from the half demon, he took Xander's larger hand in his and gently tugged the dazed lad forward.
Wesley tiredly glanced at the slender youth walking beside him. One hand clasped around the thin arm, he kept the torch pointed forward, hoping that they would reach the Hyperion sooner than they thought. He felt like he had pulled each wall down by hand and he knew that Giles felt the same. Almost stumbling, he looked down at what it could have been and to his shock, he realized that all the boys were barefoot. They hadn't been too worried by the bare chests as it was relatively warm outside but they had all forgotten about them being with out shoes. It was too late to bring it up now but he called out to Angel anyway, mentioning the lack of footwear and suggesting a faster pace.
A flurry of swearing came from all directions as everyones speed picked up. Buffy was bringing up the rear, worried about what might come out after them. So far it had been 15 minutes and nothing but that didn't mean a thing, something could still ambush them.
Everyone kept walking for a further ten minutes until Angel came to a large intersection. He placed the lobby jockey on the cleanest patch of ground he could find. Once done, he climbed one of the iron ladder to the top, half hanging off the top rung as he contacted Cordelia. A few short sentences and the mobile phone was tucked back into his pocket, climbing down from the ladder. He punched Clark again even though the man was still out cold and swung him back over his shoulder. Ignoring the quiet muttering behind him, Angel set off back down the sewer.
Spike was quietly telling Xander that they would be home soon, worried over the smell of fear and the lack of response from the boy. The only one who had really responded, was Doyles and that had only been to pee on the Irishman. The blond found that he couldn't even laugh at that. It was now beyond a joke. He was a vampire and he loved to create mayhem, death and destruction but his loathing of anyone hurting young kids went back from before he was turned. Dru had liked youngsters but she had always drained them fast, they almost never noticed that they were dying and she never hurt them in any other way. It was when people deliberately set out to abuse kids that got his back up. With a sideways glance at the young brunette, he sighed as the shivering continued.
The group walked as fast as they could, grips tight on the six males. Each member of the Scooby gang and L.A. team was thoroughly worried at the lack of questions or even little noises from them. Finally they reached the man hole that would take them to just outside the Hyperion's back entrance. Buffy climbed up first so she could move the hole cover, the witches torches showing the way. Scraping metal echoed through the sewers as the cover was removed. One by one, they all climbed the iron rungs up into the balmy night air.
Gunn led the shivering male through the kitchen, frowning as the youth started to take an interest as to where he was. Small moaning noises came from deep within the dark boys chest. Trying to soothe the teenager, Gunn guided him through the lobby and up the main stairs until the boy suddenly decided to sit down.
Ok, he thought, I can deal with this. And he did until the lad started to wail loudly for a Randall to come and get him. Charles looked frantically around for someone to help him as the wailing set the other boys off as they came through the kitchen and into the lobby. The lobby was filled with the name Randall, each boy calling for him. Occassionaly an Adam or Fletcher was thrown into the mix. Angel dumped Clark on the kitchen floor, curtly telling Buffy to look after him and went to find out what the noise was about.
The rescuers each tried to calm the hysterical boys down, Doyle's taking the opportunity to urinate on him again. Angel and the other men had no idea of what to do, they were all trying to get them up the stairs to their made up rooms but each one had taken the first boys idea and sat down, refusing to move. From out of his office, Angel saw Cordelia, Joyce and Anya came towards them in an effort to help. It was a bad idea from the start as the wails turned into high pitched screaming, forcing the women back into the office. Giles realised that the boys had obviously been too shocked to take much notice of the three girls in the sewers, the newness of the situation had overridden the one boys recognition of a female in an instant.
Doyle was yelling for someone to get the sedatives, all the while trying to ignore the the smell of urine that coated him. He was more worried about stopping the little boy from hurting himself on the stairs as he continued to bang his head against them. Taking the chance of that it couldn't get any worse, the three women ran out of the office, passing the distressed youths, continuing to ask for Randall and into the kitchen. Buffy and the two witches were crying as they shook out handfuls of the herbal sedatives for the men to administer, freezing in shock as a loud voice shouted for the noise to stop.
As if a switch had been thrown, the wailing and screaming stopped completely at Spikes request. The boys lay sprawled over the steps, shivering and shaking but quiet. The blond vampire stared at the other men, disgusted that the six males were obviously used to such orders. With a nod, the younger vampire indicated that the men take a hold of boys and try to get them up the stairs again.
With firm grips around the prostitutes, the older men guided the submissive males up the stairs to the fourth floor. Spike had been put out that his floor was going to host them all but he was now glad that the Scooby member was going to be close. Doyle instructed the men to show the boys where their bathrooms were before placing them in bed. Treat them like new pets or little kids was the advice, much to everyones disgust. As horrible as it was, the six males would probably not look for the bathroom themselves once they needed to go, too frightened to move from where they were going to be placed.
A snarl at Gunn for attempting to put his boy in the room Spike had picked out for Xander, he ignored the parting comment as the big dark man took his charge to another room. He switched on the main light, guiding the brunette to the bathroom that was through the white door in the middle of the far wall. Like all the bathrooms the rooms were provided with, it was a small compact one with a shower over a bath, toilet, small basin and medicine cabinet.
Spike turned the boy around in the small white bathroom a few times, he could see that Xander really wasn't taking it in but what was he to do. He slowly walked the brunette back to the single bed, all the time pointing out the features of the room. The chest of drawers with lamp on top of it, two cupboards on either side of the bathroom door just like each of the rooms. The blond turned Xanders head towards the armchair in the corner across the room from his single bed. Looking in the youths eyes, he saw that the boy was virtually comatose, the exact opposite from the scene downstairs. With a vile swear, he knew that the other boys would be the same, or not as it soon turned out.
A loud wail erupted from down the hall, the vampire wondered which one it was this time. On and on the thin voice rang through the entire level, carrying down the stairs and into the lobby. Tuning his ear to the noise a bit more, Spike snarled when he found it to be the little boys. He didn't care how much his chip was going to hurt him, he was going to find as many customers as he could and slowly torture each one. Going a kid just wasn't on, not even good sport for the average vampire.
Trying to ignore it, he sat the brunette down on the single bed, getting the boy to sit down for minute. With a backwards glance, he went into the bathroom and got a face washer. Once it was wet, he proceeded to give the filthy feet a through clean. The white pants were damp and splashed with sewer muck, a sniff telling him that they were disgusting. He quickly debated whether he should take them off or not. Still deciding, he spun around at a knock on the door and saw Riley with a glass of whiskey and a handful of pills.
Spike got up from his knees, scowling at the former Initiatve soldier and snatched the drink out of the blonds hands, pills following soon after. Vamping out in an effort to make the other man go away, he made not one comment about the sigh and rolled eyes as the taller man left the doorway. Gently he pushed the pills into the boys mouth, noting that Xander probably didn't need them and that the small boy should be taking the whole bottle himself. Tipping the drink into the mouth was a little harder, he tried not to let it dribble too much. He was pleased to see the natural swallowing reflexes were working as the brunette at first choked a little then managed to swallow the whisky and pills straight down.
Probably not the wisest mix, he thought to himself, but it was going to get them all off to sleep really fast. With a swift motion, he gathered the long legs up and swung them on top of the bed and under the thick blankets. He wondered just how much his Sire had hit David Nabbit up for this time. As much as he disliked the nerdy human, he was able to tolerate him only because of his total lack of snobbiness. The man was almost a billionaire but completely unaffected by that fact. Once he was sure that Xander was tucked in, he walked over to the lamp and switched it on, making a note to tell Doyle and Giles that their boys were scared of the dark as well. He had finally pinpointed the fear smells as coming from Xander, the small boy and one of the others that Giles had taken.
Quietly walking out of the room, he switched off the main light as he downed some of the whisky. The vampire winced as the screaming continued from down the hallway. He strolled down to the group of men standing around shrugging their shoulders collectively, noting that each one looked as tired as he felt. Spike almost choked on his whisky when he caught a glimpse of the watchers, they were almost an advertisement for zombies. Grey and staggering down the staircase.
Spike peeked into the screaming boys room, only to see Doyle rocking the tiny lad while whispering nursery rhymes into the small ear. He was pleased to see that the old lamp had already been turned on. The vampire vaguely remembered that the half demon had once been a primary school teacher before being vision struck, he had obviously been a good one too. The blond moved up and down the corridor, checking that the lamps were on in each room. All the boys were still awake but were deathly quiet, just laying there in bed.
The younger vampire followed the four remaining men down the stairs until they all stopped at the bottom few that led to the fourth floor. Angel wanted them to be checked on every hour, whether they were asleep or not. Telling them all to get some sleep, he was grateful when Graham volunteered to take the first few hours. All of a sudden the screaming stopped and everyone sighed a breathe of relief. They were all horrified by the small blond boy but the noise had been awful. Graham left to check on Doyle, walking past the two other youths in their rooms. As he got closer to the room that housed the child, he made out the soft moaning noises. Peering around the door, he saw that the half demon was still rocking the lad and that instead of screaming, he was now moaning. He nodded at the Irishman's statement of that it was going to be a long night.
He left the two alone again and went back down the stairs and listened as Angel was telling the group that Wesley and Giles weren't to be disturbed until they voluntarily came out of their rooms. The spells had taken more out of them than they were willing to admit, Angel adding a quip of stubborn Englishmen. Graham told the males of what was going on with Doyle and his charge, shaking his head along with everyone else. The ex-soldier sat down heavily on the stairs and waved for the others to go away and get some rest.
Spike, Angel, Gunn and Riley slowly descended the rest of the stair and headed straight for open whiskey bottle sitting on the mahogany desk that stood proudly in Angels office. Glasses grabbed, he poured out five drinks. Gunn declined, saying that Anya would have his balls. The other men all nodded, knowing that it was all too true, watching as the bald man went to be with his family. The blond vampire grabbed three and immediately headed off up the stair again much to the amusement of the Riley and Angel, shrugging the other vampire off, the two men slowly sipped the sharp liquid. Once finished, Riley and Angel both walked to the kitchen and relieved Buffy of her duty to watch Clark. After a few words and tears, Buffy and Riley followed everyone else's idea and left to go to bed while Angel hogtied and gagged a still unconscious lobby jockey. He dragged the man up the stairs much to Grahams puzzlement and told the ex-soldier to hit him if he wakes up and to keep doing it until he no longer was awake. He couldn't even be bothered thinking that it had all been too easy anymore.
A quick glance at the two whiskys and Angel was told one was for Doyle when he finally came out from the boys room. With that, the brunette vampire staggered to his own room and fell asleep almost immediately. Spike sat in his room, door open so that he could see directly into Xander's room without moving from his bed. He slowly finished his whiskey noting that tomorrow, the six boys would start the long road to recovery.
Randall watched the news broadcast flabbergastered.
He was seeing police swarm over his pride and joy
Eternal. A blonde police woman, Kate something or
other was telling the reporter that she couldn't
answer any more questions about the video tapes found
on the premises.
The brothel owner felt goose bumps rise all over his
body. There was only one place to call. Wolfram and
Hart. After all, they had been so handy in setting up
his license for business and they had taken the
trouble to help find Walter. Maybe they could help
again with this little mess.
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