Slay me, Save me. Chapter 5: Down to Gehenna...
Title: Slay me, Save me
Chapter 5: Down to Gehenna...
Pairing: Spike, humans
Rating: NC17
Summary: Almost pure vampire porn as Spike, newly ensouled, plunges deeper into LA's dark side in his insatiable serarch for sustinance.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters etc..
Feedback: Always welcome.
Type your cut contents here.
Chapter 5: Down to Gehenna…
Spike was up, washed and dressed as soon as the sun went down. He’d shaved his chest and stomach in the shower and was smooth and sleek, trimming his pubic hair with nail scissors whilst he sat on the bog. He’d found a metal cock ring he had played with somewhere in his past and slipped it around his balls, gripping his foreskin and pulling his cock through, grimacing at the tight fit. He’d painted his nails and applied black eye liner; brushed his hair forward and lifted the bangs at the front to stand in stiff peaks. Ready for action, he stood in front of the full-length mirror, posing as if he could actually see his reflection, and patted the snug bulge of his crotch, accentuated by the cock ring. He scoffed the rest of the bread, knocking back the milk he’d nicked yesterday, and strutted out into the cool night. His demon didn’t allow any conscious thought, sitting on his shoulder like a little devil, teasing the angel that was his soul on the other. The soul cried out to be heard, but the imp laughed and worked the vampire to its own agenda.
It was cooler and there were less people, men, around. Spike spotted a likely pair cruising, sizing each other up: a big guy and a shorter, stockier one, both waiting for the other to cross the boundary and make the first move. The vampire approached them and got down on his knees between the pair. He watched with keen vampire vision as both rubbed their crotches, stocky guy moving forward to present his bulge to the cocksucker. Spike groped the bloke’s crotch and ripped open the buttons, shoving a hand inside underpants to pull out a hard cock. He gave it several quick tugs and licked from bollocks to clipped head, running a tongue around the ridge and slurping over the glans, before swallowing the shaft. Shy guy came closer, but didn’t join in, keeping just out of reach. He stood watching, rubbing the front of his jeans, inching forward until Spike reached out and stroked his thigh, encouraging participation. Near enough now, Spike grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. The helpful Hannah unbuckled his belt and Spike unzipped the bloke’s flies, bringing out a stiff, coke bottle of a prick. He wanked the thick, clipped dick as he sucked on the other, swapping over to plunge his mouth over monster cock, alternating between the two; the vampire dick dog desperate to satisfy the insistent blood demon, feeling another cock poking his ear and nose. Soon he had a cock in each hand and King Kong dong in his mouth, tossing or sucking each in turn.
Shy guy came first, bending down to kiss Spike’s head as he whispered, “I’m cuming,” just as he let loose a torrent of spunk down the cocksucker’s throat. The greedy vampire devoured the precious stuff, releasing the shaft to squeeze the glans and coax out the last drips. Shy guy shuddered his completion and Spike pushed him away and got down to the business of making the other two spurt; the randy bastards thrusting into the dog boy’s mouth, one holding the blond head steady as they rammed in and out of the wet orifice. Spike allowed the gob rape, aware more humans had gathered nearby. One sidled up and the dirty demon tore open the buttons of the guy’s 501’s and pulled out the semi hard dick, working it to full erection. He sucked and masturbated all three, as another bloke barged in; cock poking out of denim cut offs; rock hard and curved upward. The dick desperado serviced them all.
The vampire sex pig felt arms snake around his waist and sensed it was shy guy with the coke bottle cock returning for more. The bloke kissed the back of Spike’s neck and ran his hands under his T-shirt, playing with his nipples, stroking his chest and stomach. He pressed into the cocksucker’s back, whispering encouragement and nibbling an ear. “You’re on fire, man, suck those cocks, you sexy beast. Love your tits and those abs are to die for.” He groped Spike’s crotch, playing with the bulge, and the vampire felt the familiar twitch as his own dick itched to be touched. “You want me to get you out? Want me to make you cum right here while you’re sucking cock? Want me to suck you off?” Spike moaned as he chewed and wanked the gang of pricks and didn’t complain when the bloke unbuckled his belt and ripped open the buttons of his jeans, getting his leaking cock out. “Mmm,” shy guy moaned as he pinched the loose skin at the tip, “beautiful and uncut; thick as well. Where’ve you been all my life?” He played with the generous overhang, rolling the soft flesh between finger and thumb, moving the hood back and forth over the swollen glans, settling into a steady rhythm, working Spike’s length, bringing the foreskin up and over the head and far back down the shaft. His pinkie toyed with the metal ring and he laughed, “Bad boy’s got a cock ring on. Nice.”
Spurred on, Spike brought all cocks off and relished the offerings, though the life saving elixir was never, could never be, as satisfying as blood. Shy guy behind him continued working the vampire’s knob, his other hand cupping smooth balls as he slavered over his nape. He marveled at the hard, sleek body in his grasp and wanted the fat cock in his hand up his ass as soon as the handsome blond finished his dirty work and told him so. As the last bloke rushed off, shy guy pulled Spike backwards and turned his face to kiss spunky lips, urging him to cum. He ran a palm over the hard chest and tweaked nipples as he worked Spike’s cock in his fist. “Cum for me, blondie, show me what ya got; then I want you to fuck me with your beautiful uncut cock.”
Spike lay back against the human, allowing him to kiss and paw his body, as long as he continued doing what he was doing, watching as his cock was worked. The tight ring around his crown jewels kept his dick bloated with blood and the veins looked like they were about to pop. His penis throbbed almost painfully and Spike thought it would explode, his glans turning a deep red as copious amounts of dick slime spewed out. Panting and then emitting an unholy howl, Spike ejaculated; fierce jets of spunk erupting from his dick, streaking his torso and flying over his head to splatter the wanker behind. The vampire shuddered as eight or nine powerful spurts reduced his body to a quivering wreck and he slumped back into the human’s arms, still twitching as the guy slowed his manipulation. Groaning, Spike stayed shy guy’s hand as his tingling cockhead protested, and the human drew up the loose foreskin, covering the glans completely, sealing the tip shut and rolling the soft flesh between finger and thumb. He slid a finger up and down the underside of Spike’s thick length, cupping the balls, kissing a wet cheek.
“Jeez, when you cum, you really cum,” shy guy chuckled, wrapping Spike in his arms. He placed soft kisses over the face of the vampire now lying in his lap and wiped his spunky cheeks with the sleeve of his leather jacket, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. He ran a hand through his own spunk-covered hair, laughing.
“I gotta go,” Spike said. “Thanks for the um…wank and all that, but I need a smoke.”
Shy guy rummaged in his pocket and took out two cigarettes from a pack, lighting both and placing one in the vampire’s mouth. “There you are, now you don’t have to go anywhere.” He wiped the lines of spunk from Spike’s pale torso and pulled his T-shirt down.
Spike sucked hungrily on the ciggy, realising he hadn’t had a fag in ages. He laughed, “Well, I’ve more than made up for that now.”
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothin’ and everything,” Spike answered, jerking up to sitting. “What a carry on, eh? Never figured on turning into a dick desperado. Who’d a thunk I was once the Big Bad? Had everything and lost it all. Lost my love and lost my family; ain’t got nothin’ left. Can’t hunt, can’t bite, can’t drink; can’t do fuck all.”
The human didn’t understand what the strange guy was saying, but didn’t want to spook him, so just said, “You’re English, right? What ya doing here? Working or on vacation?” He rubbed the back of the guy’s neck, hoping he would stay.
Spike stood up and stashed his semi-stiffy back in his jeans, buttoning up and flicking the cigarette stub away. “See ya,” he said casually. The human leapt up and joined the vampire, walking with him without saying a word. After a few minutes he dropped an arm over the smaller guy’s shoulder, Spike shrugging it off as if burned. “Whaddya think this is? I suck your cock and you toss me off and now we’re best mates? I don’t know what bizzaro world you live in, but a blow job and a thank wank was all that was. You thought it was more? Get real, love.”
“I just…I thought…”
Enraged, Spike slammed the human against a tree and got in his face, snarling; the gold of vampire eyes glinting and the first of his demon ridges forming. “Well, you thought wrong, pal. What happened here, finished here and I ain’t the type to want smoochies, ovaltine and hush puppies just because some cunt tossed me off. Yeah, you were part of the ‘Fill Bill’ show tonight, but definitely in a supporting role; you ain’t Go Go Yubari, an’ I’m still Uma Thurman; I get to walk away. I’m grateful, an’ all, sure I am, but that’s it.” He grabbed the confused guy’s throat to drive the point home, a slight jolt in his head warning him to take care. “Get it?” Attempting to prise fingers from his throat, the human nodded and Spike eased off a little, but still held the death grip, aware a hard bulge pressed against his thigh. Whaddya know; the bloke likes a bit of rough.
“If you wanna,” the human stuttered, “you can fuck me here; now, or anywhere you want, just don’t go…please.”
Spike looked into the pleading eyes. He was a very good-looking guy and if he was free and single…wait a minute, he was free and single, wasn’t he? He searched his head, but came up with nothing and nothing wasn’t a reason not to give the bastard a dry rogering up the jacksee. Maybe if he was that into rough, he’d let him have a little snack of his blood. His new soul scratched inside his chest and he sighed as he knew it wouldn’t allow him to do even that and released the bloke.
Rubbing his throat, shy guy choked out, “My name’s Jake.”
“Yeah, well I’m Edna, what of it?” Spike sneered.
“D’ya want to go for a drink, then, if you don’t want to…”
“Nah, mate, I told you, I gotta go.”
Jake tried again; taking Spike’s hand and turning it palm up to plant a kiss there. “I meant what I said; anyway you want it; anyhow you want it, just tell me what you want. Don’t just walk away.”
“What I want is to rip your throat out and drain you dry” Spike said, grinning maniacally. “I wanna split you open and wallow in your entrails, gorging on your blood. How’s that for starters? Oh, and then fuck you up the arse ‘till you bleed.”
Jake laughed nervously and Spike saw how young he really was, no matter how big and tall. He thumbed along a furry sideburn and lifted up Jake’s T-shirt, running a hand over the gym worked chest, peaked nipples brushing his palm. The vampire placed a gentle kiss on human lips. “You’re sweet,” Spike said, and pushed him, taking off before the boy could get up off the ground.
***
The rest of the evening was quiet, too cold for cruisers and Spike fished the cards and scraps of paper from his back pocket. He discarded the scrawled ‘phone numbers, one or two that simply said, ‘for a damn good fuck, call…’ and headed into town. He liked the card displaying a big, rusty nail, dripping blood. On the reverse were details of a club called, ‘The Spike,’ admission with this card only.’ And that was the start of the vampire’s foray into LA’s dark underbelly of sadomasochism and private sex parties. It was easy money, him being fresh meat, an’ all, and the good looking blond was made very welcome. That and the fact he was a bloody good gobbler.
Spike didn’t mind whatever indignities were inflicted on him; they didn’t hurt, couldn’t really. He was stripped, tied up, chained up; sometimes flogged. Call that a flogging? Angelus had done far worse and he’d done it himself way better. He was strapped into slings, legs spread, while grunters in all manner of outrageous gear pawed him, nibbled on him, clamped him; pissed over him. As long as they allowed him a mouthful of sperm, he didn’t give a toss. And the sling was an easy gig: lying back, legs akimbo; slurping dicks as they were presented, sliding a tongue along the underside as they came at him from either side, as well as one humping from behind. Saved on bruised knees, no mistake, and he could fling his head back to allow a cock to face fuck him, shooting directly into his gullet. All he had to do was turn from side to side or bend back and there the knob was, up and ready, didn’t need much effort from him, the randy sods did all the work. There were even guys at his hole, licking away like good ‘uns. And of course, they were pretty good at chewing on his prick. Kept him going anyway. Good job he didn’t suffer from motion sickness; swaying around like a midshipman getting rogered in a hammock.
The vampire was lovingly dressed in leather chaps, harnesses, peaked caps; cock rings and straps, ball breakers, thigh length boots, the lot. He was the main attraction; the headliner of the evening and he made the most of it. Once he was on his knees in the middle of around thirty geezers in various states of dress, or undress, and serviced every one of the bastards; slavering over every cock, milking the good, the bad and the just plain bloody ugly, to ejaculation and swallowing their mess with ravenous delight, savouring the taste of warm spunk, filling his insistent demon. And they fed him, nourished him; shoving coke and poppers up his nose to keep the sex pig ever ready, like an insatiable cock sucking machine. Occasionally, they would want more, but the big bad could still make scary enough noises to frighten the bastards into leaving his bumhole alone. So they never went there, except to give a good rimming; he didn’t mind that. And that was what the spunk bucket wanted, and it was enough to ease the thirst, though never fully quenching the demands of his demon. He received invitations to parties galore, so expert was the cocksucker; some to become an old gits’ houseboy or exclusive property. He declined those, not much reward there.
At the end of one very busy evening, Spike found himself kneeling in the corner of a mock dungeon. He’d sucked and wanked countless pricks, swallowed their life-giving essence, been stripped, dressed then undressed and stripped again, urged on, called dirty names, pissed on. Yeah, a real busy evening. He was naked and shivering from the aftermath of some concoction he’d snorted and felt like shit. Time to go home and sleep. A shadow moved toward him and he raised his head wearily, one for the road or what have you. He grabbed the bloke’s belt to bring him closer, but the guy eased the hand away gently, bending to lift the vampire to unsteady feet. His arms were helped into a coat and Spike didn’t have the strength to protest as his jeans were pulled on, feet placed inside boots. He tried to see who was doing all of this, but his vision was blurred. He remembered being led out of the dungeon, up stairs, into the night and then lying, still shivering, in the back of a car, the movement of the ride causing him to drift off to sleep.
***
Chapter 5: Down to Gehenna...
Pairing: Spike, humans
Rating: NC17
Summary: Almost pure vampire porn as Spike, newly ensouled, plunges deeper into LA's dark side in his insatiable serarch for sustinance.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters etc..
Feedback: Always welcome.
Type your cut contents here.
Chapter 5: Down to Gehenna…
Spike was up, washed and dressed as soon as the sun went down. He’d shaved his chest and stomach in the shower and was smooth and sleek, trimming his pubic hair with nail scissors whilst he sat on the bog. He’d found a metal cock ring he had played with somewhere in his past and slipped it around his balls, gripping his foreskin and pulling his cock through, grimacing at the tight fit. He’d painted his nails and applied black eye liner; brushed his hair forward and lifted the bangs at the front to stand in stiff peaks. Ready for action, he stood in front of the full-length mirror, posing as if he could actually see his reflection, and patted the snug bulge of his crotch, accentuated by the cock ring. He scoffed the rest of the bread, knocking back the milk he’d nicked yesterday, and strutted out into the cool night. His demon didn’t allow any conscious thought, sitting on his shoulder like a little devil, teasing the angel that was his soul on the other. The soul cried out to be heard, but the imp laughed and worked the vampire to its own agenda.
It was cooler and there were less people, men, around. Spike spotted a likely pair cruising, sizing each other up: a big guy and a shorter, stockier one, both waiting for the other to cross the boundary and make the first move. The vampire approached them and got down on his knees between the pair. He watched with keen vampire vision as both rubbed their crotches, stocky guy moving forward to present his bulge to the cocksucker. Spike groped the bloke’s crotch and ripped open the buttons, shoving a hand inside underpants to pull out a hard cock. He gave it several quick tugs and licked from bollocks to clipped head, running a tongue around the ridge and slurping over the glans, before swallowing the shaft. Shy guy came closer, but didn’t join in, keeping just out of reach. He stood watching, rubbing the front of his jeans, inching forward until Spike reached out and stroked his thigh, encouraging participation. Near enough now, Spike grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. The helpful Hannah unbuckled his belt and Spike unzipped the bloke’s flies, bringing out a stiff, coke bottle of a prick. He wanked the thick, clipped dick as he sucked on the other, swapping over to plunge his mouth over monster cock, alternating between the two; the vampire dick dog desperate to satisfy the insistent blood demon, feeling another cock poking his ear and nose. Soon he had a cock in each hand and King Kong dong in his mouth, tossing or sucking each in turn.
Shy guy came first, bending down to kiss Spike’s head as he whispered, “I’m cuming,” just as he let loose a torrent of spunk down the cocksucker’s throat. The greedy vampire devoured the precious stuff, releasing the shaft to squeeze the glans and coax out the last drips. Shy guy shuddered his completion and Spike pushed him away and got down to the business of making the other two spurt; the randy bastards thrusting into the dog boy’s mouth, one holding the blond head steady as they rammed in and out of the wet orifice. Spike allowed the gob rape, aware more humans had gathered nearby. One sidled up and the dirty demon tore open the buttons of the guy’s 501’s and pulled out the semi hard dick, working it to full erection. He sucked and masturbated all three, as another bloke barged in; cock poking out of denim cut offs; rock hard and curved upward. The dick desperado serviced them all.
The vampire sex pig felt arms snake around his waist and sensed it was shy guy with the coke bottle cock returning for more. The bloke kissed the back of Spike’s neck and ran his hands under his T-shirt, playing with his nipples, stroking his chest and stomach. He pressed into the cocksucker’s back, whispering encouragement and nibbling an ear. “You’re on fire, man, suck those cocks, you sexy beast. Love your tits and those abs are to die for.” He groped Spike’s crotch, playing with the bulge, and the vampire felt the familiar twitch as his own dick itched to be touched. “You want me to get you out? Want me to make you cum right here while you’re sucking cock? Want me to suck you off?” Spike moaned as he chewed and wanked the gang of pricks and didn’t complain when the bloke unbuckled his belt and ripped open the buttons of his jeans, getting his leaking cock out. “Mmm,” shy guy moaned as he pinched the loose skin at the tip, “beautiful and uncut; thick as well. Where’ve you been all my life?” He played with the generous overhang, rolling the soft flesh between finger and thumb, moving the hood back and forth over the swollen glans, settling into a steady rhythm, working Spike’s length, bringing the foreskin up and over the head and far back down the shaft. His pinkie toyed with the metal ring and he laughed, “Bad boy’s got a cock ring on. Nice.”
Spurred on, Spike brought all cocks off and relished the offerings, though the life saving elixir was never, could never be, as satisfying as blood. Shy guy behind him continued working the vampire’s knob, his other hand cupping smooth balls as he slavered over his nape. He marveled at the hard, sleek body in his grasp and wanted the fat cock in his hand up his ass as soon as the handsome blond finished his dirty work and told him so. As the last bloke rushed off, shy guy pulled Spike backwards and turned his face to kiss spunky lips, urging him to cum. He ran a palm over the hard chest and tweaked nipples as he worked Spike’s cock in his fist. “Cum for me, blondie, show me what ya got; then I want you to fuck me with your beautiful uncut cock.”
Spike lay back against the human, allowing him to kiss and paw his body, as long as he continued doing what he was doing, watching as his cock was worked. The tight ring around his crown jewels kept his dick bloated with blood and the veins looked like they were about to pop. His penis throbbed almost painfully and Spike thought it would explode, his glans turning a deep red as copious amounts of dick slime spewed out. Panting and then emitting an unholy howl, Spike ejaculated; fierce jets of spunk erupting from his dick, streaking his torso and flying over his head to splatter the wanker behind. The vampire shuddered as eight or nine powerful spurts reduced his body to a quivering wreck and he slumped back into the human’s arms, still twitching as the guy slowed his manipulation. Groaning, Spike stayed shy guy’s hand as his tingling cockhead protested, and the human drew up the loose foreskin, covering the glans completely, sealing the tip shut and rolling the soft flesh between finger and thumb. He slid a finger up and down the underside of Spike’s thick length, cupping the balls, kissing a wet cheek.
“Jeez, when you cum, you really cum,” shy guy chuckled, wrapping Spike in his arms. He placed soft kisses over the face of the vampire now lying in his lap and wiped his spunky cheeks with the sleeve of his leather jacket, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. He ran a hand through his own spunk-covered hair, laughing.
“I gotta go,” Spike said. “Thanks for the um…wank and all that, but I need a smoke.”
Shy guy rummaged in his pocket and took out two cigarettes from a pack, lighting both and placing one in the vampire’s mouth. “There you are, now you don’t have to go anywhere.” He wiped the lines of spunk from Spike’s pale torso and pulled his T-shirt down.
Spike sucked hungrily on the ciggy, realising he hadn’t had a fag in ages. He laughed, “Well, I’ve more than made up for that now.”
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothin’ and everything,” Spike answered, jerking up to sitting. “What a carry on, eh? Never figured on turning into a dick desperado. Who’d a thunk I was once the Big Bad? Had everything and lost it all. Lost my love and lost my family; ain’t got nothin’ left. Can’t hunt, can’t bite, can’t drink; can’t do fuck all.”
The human didn’t understand what the strange guy was saying, but didn’t want to spook him, so just said, “You’re English, right? What ya doing here? Working or on vacation?” He rubbed the back of the guy’s neck, hoping he would stay.
Spike stood up and stashed his semi-stiffy back in his jeans, buttoning up and flicking the cigarette stub away. “See ya,” he said casually. The human leapt up and joined the vampire, walking with him without saying a word. After a few minutes he dropped an arm over the smaller guy’s shoulder, Spike shrugging it off as if burned. “Whaddya think this is? I suck your cock and you toss me off and now we’re best mates? I don’t know what bizzaro world you live in, but a blow job and a thank wank was all that was. You thought it was more? Get real, love.”
“I just…I thought…”
Enraged, Spike slammed the human against a tree and got in his face, snarling; the gold of vampire eyes glinting and the first of his demon ridges forming. “Well, you thought wrong, pal. What happened here, finished here and I ain’t the type to want smoochies, ovaltine and hush puppies just because some cunt tossed me off. Yeah, you were part of the ‘Fill Bill’ show tonight, but definitely in a supporting role; you ain’t Go Go Yubari, an’ I’m still Uma Thurman; I get to walk away. I’m grateful, an’ all, sure I am, but that’s it.” He grabbed the confused guy’s throat to drive the point home, a slight jolt in his head warning him to take care. “Get it?” Attempting to prise fingers from his throat, the human nodded and Spike eased off a little, but still held the death grip, aware a hard bulge pressed against his thigh. Whaddya know; the bloke likes a bit of rough.
“If you wanna,” the human stuttered, “you can fuck me here; now, or anywhere you want, just don’t go…please.”
Spike looked into the pleading eyes. He was a very good-looking guy and if he was free and single…wait a minute, he was free and single, wasn’t he? He searched his head, but came up with nothing and nothing wasn’t a reason not to give the bastard a dry rogering up the jacksee. Maybe if he was that into rough, he’d let him have a little snack of his blood. His new soul scratched inside his chest and he sighed as he knew it wouldn’t allow him to do even that and released the bloke.
Rubbing his throat, shy guy choked out, “My name’s Jake.”
“Yeah, well I’m Edna, what of it?” Spike sneered.
“D’ya want to go for a drink, then, if you don’t want to…”
“Nah, mate, I told you, I gotta go.”
Jake tried again; taking Spike’s hand and turning it palm up to plant a kiss there. “I meant what I said; anyway you want it; anyhow you want it, just tell me what you want. Don’t just walk away.”
“What I want is to rip your throat out and drain you dry” Spike said, grinning maniacally. “I wanna split you open and wallow in your entrails, gorging on your blood. How’s that for starters? Oh, and then fuck you up the arse ‘till you bleed.”
Jake laughed nervously and Spike saw how young he really was, no matter how big and tall. He thumbed along a furry sideburn and lifted up Jake’s T-shirt, running a hand over the gym worked chest, peaked nipples brushing his palm. The vampire placed a gentle kiss on human lips. “You’re sweet,” Spike said, and pushed him, taking off before the boy could get up off the ground.
***
The rest of the evening was quiet, too cold for cruisers and Spike fished the cards and scraps of paper from his back pocket. He discarded the scrawled ‘phone numbers, one or two that simply said, ‘for a damn good fuck, call…’ and headed into town. He liked the card displaying a big, rusty nail, dripping blood. On the reverse were details of a club called, ‘The Spike,’ admission with this card only.’ And that was the start of the vampire’s foray into LA’s dark underbelly of sadomasochism and private sex parties. It was easy money, him being fresh meat, an’ all, and the good looking blond was made very welcome. That and the fact he was a bloody good gobbler.
Spike didn’t mind whatever indignities were inflicted on him; they didn’t hurt, couldn’t really. He was stripped, tied up, chained up; sometimes flogged. Call that a flogging? Angelus had done far worse and he’d done it himself way better. He was strapped into slings, legs spread, while grunters in all manner of outrageous gear pawed him, nibbled on him, clamped him; pissed over him. As long as they allowed him a mouthful of sperm, he didn’t give a toss. And the sling was an easy gig: lying back, legs akimbo; slurping dicks as they were presented, sliding a tongue along the underside as they came at him from either side, as well as one humping from behind. Saved on bruised knees, no mistake, and he could fling his head back to allow a cock to face fuck him, shooting directly into his gullet. All he had to do was turn from side to side or bend back and there the knob was, up and ready, didn’t need much effort from him, the randy sods did all the work. There were even guys at his hole, licking away like good ‘uns. And of course, they were pretty good at chewing on his prick. Kept him going anyway. Good job he didn’t suffer from motion sickness; swaying around like a midshipman getting rogered in a hammock.
The vampire was lovingly dressed in leather chaps, harnesses, peaked caps; cock rings and straps, ball breakers, thigh length boots, the lot. He was the main attraction; the headliner of the evening and he made the most of it. Once he was on his knees in the middle of around thirty geezers in various states of dress, or undress, and serviced every one of the bastards; slavering over every cock, milking the good, the bad and the just plain bloody ugly, to ejaculation and swallowing their mess with ravenous delight, savouring the taste of warm spunk, filling his insistent demon. And they fed him, nourished him; shoving coke and poppers up his nose to keep the sex pig ever ready, like an insatiable cock sucking machine. Occasionally, they would want more, but the big bad could still make scary enough noises to frighten the bastards into leaving his bumhole alone. So they never went there, except to give a good rimming; he didn’t mind that. And that was what the spunk bucket wanted, and it was enough to ease the thirst, though never fully quenching the demands of his demon. He received invitations to parties galore, so expert was the cocksucker; some to become an old gits’ houseboy or exclusive property. He declined those, not much reward there.
At the end of one very busy evening, Spike found himself kneeling in the corner of a mock dungeon. He’d sucked and wanked countless pricks, swallowed their life-giving essence, been stripped, dressed then undressed and stripped again, urged on, called dirty names, pissed on. Yeah, a real busy evening. He was naked and shivering from the aftermath of some concoction he’d snorted and felt like shit. Time to go home and sleep. A shadow moved toward him and he raised his head wearily, one for the road or what have you. He grabbed the bloke’s belt to bring him closer, but the guy eased the hand away gently, bending to lift the vampire to unsteady feet. His arms were helped into a coat and Spike didn’t have the strength to protest as his jeans were pulled on, feet placed inside boots. He tried to see who was doing all of this, but his vision was blurred. He remembered being led out of the dungeon, up stairs, into the night and then lying, still shivering, in the back of a car, the movement of the ride causing him to drift off to sleep.
***