Seen, Not Heard
Part 3 - same warnings as before. Previous chapters in memories (violence fic).
Spike woke with a start, cold and with something crushing his cock.
“Not much of a vampire, are you?” Angel sneered at him. “I could have been anyone. Could have had a stake on me. You’d have been dust by now.”
His hand tightened on Spike’s limp cock.
“Would have saved me the trouble.” Spike said, trying to free himself from Angel’s grip.
Angel laughed.
“Wanting out are you? Suicidal vampire? What a fucked up piece of shit you really are.”
Spike looked at Angel’s other hand, unzipping his trousers.
“Not again Angel, please.”
He winced when Angel twisted his cock.
Angel’s cock bounced free.
“You’re mine to do with as I please. And right now, I want to ram this into your tiny hole and watch you bleed.”
Spike sighed with relief when Angel released his cock. Then his face fell when Angel pointed to the floor.
“Where you belong boy.”
Spike slid to the floor, on his hands and knees.
He bit into his lip when the hard cock brushed against him, then rammed in.
“What a sight that is! To see my cock being swallowed by your tiny hole. I know you love this Spike, I know you’re greedy for my cock. You want this, you always want it. You just take it like the slut you really are.”
Spike tried to block out Angel’s voice. He tried to pretend that the cock inside him was warm and that he was appreciated and wanted.
He felt a cold hand on his limp cock. He wished it were a warm one, accompanied by soft gentle words.
“Not hard for me boy? Must be something wrong with you. Impotent vampire!”
Angel thumped into the unresponsive vampire until his orgasm rushed out.
Then he pulled out quickly and shoved Spike face down on the floor.
“You’d better put on a better show than that - I want a pocketful of cash again tonight.”
Spike stood up and started to walk to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.”
Angel punched Spike on the side of the head, causing him to stagger and fall against the wall.
“You’ll show me the proper respect in future. You don’t speak or move without my say so. Understood?”
Spike nodded, the pain in his head clouding his vision.
“Wash yourself bitch. You’re wanted in twenty minutes.”
Spike stood in the shower yet again. He was beginning to think he should just stay in the shower forever. He seemed to be always washing away something belonging to Angel.
He leant against the shower wall. It was him who belonged to Angel. It wouldn’t be so bad if Angel would just be nicer to him. He could accept the hard emotionless fucks if he knew Angel actually wanted him and wasn’t just using him as a receptacle for his lifeless spunk.
An angry voice pulled him out of his miserable thoughts.
“Hurry the fuck up. If you lose me money tonight, you’ll pay for it dearly.”
Spike stumbled out of the shower, coming face to face with Angel.
Angel glared at him.
Then he grinned.
“Very good, I think you’re learning when to shut that pretty mouth of yours. Dry yourself off and put those on.”
He pointed to Spike’s clothes on the floor.
Spike nodded and picked up a towel. He dried himself off, always under the leering eyes of his sire.
“Ah, Mr Angel, Spike! I was beginning to wonder whether you were showing up tonight.”
Angel smiled at the owner of the whorehouse.
“That’s my fault, I got him a little dirty and he needed to get cleaned up.”
The owner winked at Angel.
“I can’t blame you - if he was mine, he’d never be clean!”
Spike stared at the floor.
“Mr Angel, again, if you’d like to have a drink while I take Spike through to his client.”
Angel nodded and walked off, leaving Spike alone with the owner.
“This way please Spike.”
He followed the man to a door. The door was opened and Spike walked in. He turned back to the owner.
“Who will it be? Will it be like last night?”
The owner looked down briefly.
“No. Robert’s one of our more…careful clients.”
He closed the door.
The door behind Spike was wrenched open and a tall man, heavily built, dressed in leather trousers and a jacket covered in chains stomped towards Spike.
“You’re late!” he bellowed. “Get in there NOW!”
He grabbed Spike by the neck and shoved him into the room.
He slammed the door and pulled Spike’s duster off.
“Get those clothes off now.”
Spike started to pull his t-shirt off but was punched in the stomach.
“Not quick enough, hurry up.”
As Spike threw his t-shirt to the floor, he was punched in the face.
“Too slow!” the man screamed.
“If you stop hitting me, I’ll be quicker.” Spike said, trying to stay calm.
He was hit in the face once more, this time knocking him down.
Before he could move, a boot appeared on his face.
“Get those jeans off before I crush your head.”
Spike fumbled in panic for his jeans. He couldn’t fight back. Couldn’t even defend himself. This guy was worse than Angel.
He managed to pull off his boots and jeans, despite the man holding him down.
When he was finally naked, the man lifted his boot off.
“Get on the bed.”
Spike leapt up and jumped on the bed, desperate for the man not to hit him again for being too slow.
“Lay down.”
Spike lay back wondering what on earth the guy wanted to do with him.
The man climbed on the bed and lay on top of Spike.
He started to lick Spike’s face.
The smell of the man’s breath revolted Spike and he couldn’t hide this fact.
“Kiss me you little fuck.”
Spike was too disgusted to even think about opening his mouth.
The man sat up on top of Spike and punched him repeatedly in the head.
As a last resort, Spike tried to throw a punch back.
The pain in his head made him scream.
The man crashed back down on him and shoved his tongue into Spike’s open mouth.
Spike gagged, the human reflex never quite having left him.
Suddenly, the man pulled away from Spike and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Spike snarled in pain as the man pulled him off the bed and to the floor.
He was dragged to the wall and the man shoved his head against the wall and pressed his leather covered crotch to Spike’s face.
The man smelt dirty through the leather. So many smells, different humans, demons and just pure filth.
Spike scrunched his eyes closed as the man’s hard cock strained to be free of its leather confines and crushed his face.
“Get it out!” the man demanded.
He pulled far enough back for Spike to be able to undo his zipper.
Spike’s hands dropped back down after the filthy human’s cock was freed.
He tried to move away when the cock was aimed towards his mouth.
“Stay still bitch!” the man screamed.
He punched Spike in the mouth several times.
Spike’s lips split and he was sure he was going to lose his teeth at any moment.
The foul cock shoved its way into his blood filled mouth.
Spike wanted to be sick. Better still, he wanted to bite the human’s cock off and shove it up his arse. He couldn’t though. All he could do was sit here bleeding and have his mouth fucked.
The man pulled Spike’s hair again to make him cry out then shoved himself further into the widened mouth.
“Suck it!” he roared.
Spike closed his mouth around the rancid organ, trying not to choke.
His face was slapped after a minute.
“Stop now. Get up and spread yourself against that wall.”
Spike gratefully let the disgusting human cock slip from his mouth. He staggered to his feet and turned to face the wall.
He grimaced as the man ran his hands over his buttocks. He tried to clench his buttocks together but the man slid a hand under and squeezed Spike’s balls.
“Let me in or you lose these.”
Spike tried to relax and ignored the fingers touching his hole.
The man shoved a thumb inside, his fingers spread out over Spike’s buttock.
He laughed then shoved his other thumb in, pulling Spike’s hole apart.
Spike screamed into the wall as his body desperately tried to force out the digits.
Blood oozed out of his hole and onto the man’s hands.
He cried with relief when the thumbs slid back out.
Then the man pushed his rotten cock between Spike’s buttocks and sighed as he rubbed it against the bleeding hole.
Pain. More pain.
The man pistoned into Spike laughing every time he howled or begged for the man to stop.
Spike opened his eyes. He was now lying on the floor, his arse so filled with pain, he didn’t dare move.
The man stood next to Spike.
“Fucking pussy. Can’t even stand a little pain. But still, fucking that ripped up ass of yours was pretty damn good.”
Spike heard the man’s zipper and thinking he was done and about to go, he sighed with relief.
“I pay extra for this.” The man grunted as he pissed over Spike.
Totally humiliated, Spike shut his eyes and wished for stake in the heart. Anything.
The man had gone. Spike was alone in the room.
The door was opened again. The owner approached him slowly.
“Here kid.” He said, not looking at Spike.
Spike took the small towel he was offered and rubbed it over his body where the man had urinated on him.
“You should dress. Mr Angel has returned.”
Spike looked up.
“He left me here?”
The owner shrugged.
“He had things to do. He’s here now.”
Spike staggered to his feet as the owner left. He picked up his discarded clothes and dragged them on, cursing the pain.
Angel was waiting for him close to the door that led to the bar. He looked away as Spike slowly walked towards him.
When they got to the car, Angel opened the trunk.
“You stink. Get in here.”
“You can’t make me…”
“Get in the trunk! You stink and you’re making my car stink too!”
Spike climbed into the trunk and shut his eyes as he was shut in.
He hoped that the trunk would be opened by someone on a nice sunny day.
Unfortunately it was Angel who opened the trunk ten minutes later.
Spike climbed out, every movement causing him pain.
He didn’t look at Angel but knew his sire wasn’t looking at him either.
He wondered if Angel was feeling guilty or simply repulsed by him.
He followed Angel into the apartment and fell to his knees in the relative safety of what he called his home.
He held his head in his hands and sobbed.
“Spike.” Angel said firmly.
Spike looked up through tear filled eyes.
“Shower.”
It wasn’t an order, it was a request. Spoken softly, not snarled.
Stumbling back to his feet, Spike made his way to the bathroom and fell in front of the toilet.
He vomited.
He felt his duster being pulled off and he flinched.
“Please - not again!” he cried.
Angel threw the duster to the corner of the bathroom and pulled Spike’s t-shirt off.
Spike sat uselessly on the floor not daring to fight away his sire.
Angel moved to Spike’s boots and untied them. He pulled them off and put them in the pile with the duster and t-shirt. Then he removed the jeans, ignoring the whimpers of pain and distress from his childe.
Angel stood up and undressed, his clothes going into a separate pile from Spike’s.
Spike looked up, unable to hold back the wails of panic.
He saw his sire’s cock hanging limply.
He looked up in confusion.
Angel stepped past him to the shower and switched it on.
Then he turned and picked Spike up, carrying him into the shower.
He lowered Spike until he was standing and picked up the shampoo.
“Turn away from me childe.”
Spike nodded, understanding that his sire did not wish to see his face.
Shampoo covered hands ran through his hair, rubbing at his scalp.
The touches were relaxing, soothing.
“Thankyou sire.” He whispered.
Angel remained silent, his focus purely on getting Spike clean of the vile human.
He finished with Spike’s hair and picked up the shower gel, washing his body down.
He’d cleaned everywhere but one place. Spike was silent, waiting to be told what to do.
Angel poured shower gel onto his hand and slid it between Spike’s buttocks.
Spike tried to relax, knowing this was going to happen at some point tonight and it might as well be in the shower. It would save him washing yet again.
He panted in pain when Angel’s fingers touched his damaged hole.
“Shhh.”
Angel hushed him and gently pushed a gel covered finger inside.
He twisted his finger, trying to coat Spike’s insides with the gel.
Spike looked down as his cock hardened.
“Sire?” he moaned, distressed.
Angel’s finger carefully withdrew.
“Turn around.”
Spike turned, standing erect before his sire.
Angel leant closer.
“You can enjoy this if you want.”
Spike glanced down at Angel’s equally hard cock.
He nodded.
Angel smiled.
“Good. Now, spread your legs a bit.”
Spike did as he was told and braced himself against the shower walls.
Angel watched him, pouring more gel over his hand.
He stroked down Spike’s cock slowly then slid his hand over his balls and down to his hole.
This time he pushed two fingers inside.
“Need to be clean.” Angel grunted as he swirled his fingers around.
Spike moaned.
“Like that do you?”
“Yes sire.”
Angel slid his fingers until they were almost free then he pushed them back in, with a third.
“Sire!”
“That’s it, fuck my fingers.”
Spike pushed down against the fingers then pulled up.
Angel’s thumb rubbed against Spike’s balls.
Angel pushed Spike until his back was against the wall and still with his fingers inside, he moved closer so that their cocks touched then crushed them between their bodies.
He moved his fingers faster, Spike crying out in pain.
He humped against Spike’s cock, the hard column rubbing against his.
“Gonna come all over you bitch.” Angel snarled as he approached his climax.
The words meant nothing to Spike. He was beyond hurting at this moment in time. He just wanted to take what little comfort he could.
Spike came first with a cry of “sire”. His muscles clenched around Angel’s fingers.
“Tight little whore.” Angel sneered.
Spike felt Angel ejaculate on him then was crushed as Angel leant on him to recover.
He winced as the fingers were pulled from him and Angel stepped back.
“Let’s get you to bed. You need to recover ready for tomorrow night.”
Spike turned the shower off then stepped out.
“Dry me.” Angel demanded.
When Spike had finished drying Angel he was surprised to be wrapped in a towel by his sire.
“Wait here.”
Spike stood in the bathroom while Angel left.
He returned a moment later with a towelling robe.
“I thought this was better than sleeping in towels all the time.”
“Thankyou sire.” Spike whispered as the towel was pulled from him and the robe wrapped around his body.
Angel dressed while Spike waited in the middle of the bathroom.
When he was done, he led Spike by the arm to his bed.
He lifted the covers and pulled them back once Spike was in bed.
He stepped back and pulled something from his pocket. He held it up for Spike to see.
“Tonight’s payment.” He said then tucked it under the bed with the other money.
He picked up a bag that Spike hadn’t noticed and pulled out two blood bags.
“You’ve earned this.” He said, throwing it onto the bed.
“And this,” said Angel taking a small battery operated radio from the bag, “I thought would be better than the broken tv.”
He put it on the bed.
Spike reached for the radio.
“Thankyou.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Angel left the room, collected the Spike’s clothes from the bathroom and left Spike alone once more.
Spike woke with a start, cold and with something crushing his cock.
“Not much of a vampire, are you?” Angel sneered at him. “I could have been anyone. Could have had a stake on me. You’d have been dust by now.”
His hand tightened on Spike’s limp cock.
“Would have saved me the trouble.” Spike said, trying to free himself from Angel’s grip.
Angel laughed.
“Wanting out are you? Suicidal vampire? What a fucked up piece of shit you really are.”
Spike looked at Angel’s other hand, unzipping his trousers.
“Not again Angel, please.”
He winced when Angel twisted his cock.
Angel’s cock bounced free.
“You’re mine to do with as I please. And right now, I want to ram this into your tiny hole and watch you bleed.”
Spike sighed with relief when Angel released his cock. Then his face fell when Angel pointed to the floor.
“Where you belong boy.”
Spike slid to the floor, on his hands and knees.
He bit into his lip when the hard cock brushed against him, then rammed in.
“What a sight that is! To see my cock being swallowed by your tiny hole. I know you love this Spike, I know you’re greedy for my cock. You want this, you always want it. You just take it like the slut you really are.”
Spike tried to block out Angel’s voice. He tried to pretend that the cock inside him was warm and that he was appreciated and wanted.
He felt a cold hand on his limp cock. He wished it were a warm one, accompanied by soft gentle words.
“Not hard for me boy? Must be something wrong with you. Impotent vampire!”
Angel thumped into the unresponsive vampire until his orgasm rushed out.
Then he pulled out quickly and shoved Spike face down on the floor.
“You’d better put on a better show than that - I want a pocketful of cash again tonight.”
Spike stood up and started to walk to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.”
Angel punched Spike on the side of the head, causing him to stagger and fall against the wall.
“You’ll show me the proper respect in future. You don’t speak or move without my say so. Understood?”
Spike nodded, the pain in his head clouding his vision.
“Wash yourself bitch. You’re wanted in twenty minutes.”
Spike stood in the shower yet again. He was beginning to think he should just stay in the shower forever. He seemed to be always washing away something belonging to Angel.
He leant against the shower wall. It was him who belonged to Angel. It wouldn’t be so bad if Angel would just be nicer to him. He could accept the hard emotionless fucks if he knew Angel actually wanted him and wasn’t just using him as a receptacle for his lifeless spunk.
An angry voice pulled him out of his miserable thoughts.
“Hurry the fuck up. If you lose me money tonight, you’ll pay for it dearly.”
Spike stumbled out of the shower, coming face to face with Angel.
Angel glared at him.
Then he grinned.
“Very good, I think you’re learning when to shut that pretty mouth of yours. Dry yourself off and put those on.”
He pointed to Spike’s clothes on the floor.
Spike nodded and picked up a towel. He dried himself off, always under the leering eyes of his sire.
“Ah, Mr Angel, Spike! I was beginning to wonder whether you were showing up tonight.”
Angel smiled at the owner of the whorehouse.
“That’s my fault, I got him a little dirty and he needed to get cleaned up.”
The owner winked at Angel.
“I can’t blame you - if he was mine, he’d never be clean!”
Spike stared at the floor.
“Mr Angel, again, if you’d like to have a drink while I take Spike through to his client.”
Angel nodded and walked off, leaving Spike alone with the owner.
“This way please Spike.”
He followed the man to a door. The door was opened and Spike walked in. He turned back to the owner.
“Who will it be? Will it be like last night?”
The owner looked down briefly.
“No. Robert’s one of our more…careful clients.”
He closed the door.
The door behind Spike was wrenched open and a tall man, heavily built, dressed in leather trousers and a jacket covered in chains stomped towards Spike.
“You’re late!” he bellowed. “Get in there NOW!”
He grabbed Spike by the neck and shoved him into the room.
He slammed the door and pulled Spike’s duster off.
“Get those clothes off now.”
Spike started to pull his t-shirt off but was punched in the stomach.
“Not quick enough, hurry up.”
As Spike threw his t-shirt to the floor, he was punched in the face.
“Too slow!” the man screamed.
“If you stop hitting me, I’ll be quicker.” Spike said, trying to stay calm.
He was hit in the face once more, this time knocking him down.
Before he could move, a boot appeared on his face.
“Get those jeans off before I crush your head.”
Spike fumbled in panic for his jeans. He couldn’t fight back. Couldn’t even defend himself. This guy was worse than Angel.
He managed to pull off his boots and jeans, despite the man holding him down.
When he was finally naked, the man lifted his boot off.
“Get on the bed.”
Spike leapt up and jumped on the bed, desperate for the man not to hit him again for being too slow.
“Lay down.”
Spike lay back wondering what on earth the guy wanted to do with him.
The man climbed on the bed and lay on top of Spike.
He started to lick Spike’s face.
The smell of the man’s breath revolted Spike and he couldn’t hide this fact.
“Kiss me you little fuck.”
Spike was too disgusted to even think about opening his mouth.
The man sat up on top of Spike and punched him repeatedly in the head.
As a last resort, Spike tried to throw a punch back.
The pain in his head made him scream.
The man crashed back down on him and shoved his tongue into Spike’s open mouth.
Spike gagged, the human reflex never quite having left him.
Suddenly, the man pulled away from Spike and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Spike snarled in pain as the man pulled him off the bed and to the floor.
He was dragged to the wall and the man shoved his head against the wall and pressed his leather covered crotch to Spike’s face.
The man smelt dirty through the leather. So many smells, different humans, demons and just pure filth.
Spike scrunched his eyes closed as the man’s hard cock strained to be free of its leather confines and crushed his face.
“Get it out!” the man demanded.
He pulled far enough back for Spike to be able to undo his zipper.
Spike’s hands dropped back down after the filthy human’s cock was freed.
He tried to move away when the cock was aimed towards his mouth.
“Stay still bitch!” the man screamed.
He punched Spike in the mouth several times.
Spike’s lips split and he was sure he was going to lose his teeth at any moment.
The foul cock shoved its way into his blood filled mouth.
Spike wanted to be sick. Better still, he wanted to bite the human’s cock off and shove it up his arse. He couldn’t though. All he could do was sit here bleeding and have his mouth fucked.
The man pulled Spike’s hair again to make him cry out then shoved himself further into the widened mouth.
“Suck it!” he roared.
Spike closed his mouth around the rancid organ, trying not to choke.
His face was slapped after a minute.
“Stop now. Get up and spread yourself against that wall.”
Spike gratefully let the disgusting human cock slip from his mouth. He staggered to his feet and turned to face the wall.
He grimaced as the man ran his hands over his buttocks. He tried to clench his buttocks together but the man slid a hand under and squeezed Spike’s balls.
“Let me in or you lose these.”
Spike tried to relax and ignored the fingers touching his hole.
The man shoved a thumb inside, his fingers spread out over Spike’s buttock.
He laughed then shoved his other thumb in, pulling Spike’s hole apart.
Spike screamed into the wall as his body desperately tried to force out the digits.
Blood oozed out of his hole and onto the man’s hands.
He cried with relief when the thumbs slid back out.
Then the man pushed his rotten cock between Spike’s buttocks and sighed as he rubbed it against the bleeding hole.
Pain. More pain.
The man pistoned into Spike laughing every time he howled or begged for the man to stop.
Spike opened his eyes. He was now lying on the floor, his arse so filled with pain, he didn’t dare move.
The man stood next to Spike.
“Fucking pussy. Can’t even stand a little pain. But still, fucking that ripped up ass of yours was pretty damn good.”
Spike heard the man’s zipper and thinking he was done and about to go, he sighed with relief.
“I pay extra for this.” The man grunted as he pissed over Spike.
Totally humiliated, Spike shut his eyes and wished for stake in the heart. Anything.
The man had gone. Spike was alone in the room.
The door was opened again. The owner approached him slowly.
“Here kid.” He said, not looking at Spike.
Spike took the small towel he was offered and rubbed it over his body where the man had urinated on him.
“You should dress. Mr Angel has returned.”
Spike looked up.
“He left me here?”
The owner shrugged.
“He had things to do. He’s here now.”
Spike staggered to his feet as the owner left. He picked up his discarded clothes and dragged them on, cursing the pain.
Angel was waiting for him close to the door that led to the bar. He looked away as Spike slowly walked towards him.
When they got to the car, Angel opened the trunk.
“You stink. Get in here.”
“You can’t make me…”
“Get in the trunk! You stink and you’re making my car stink too!”
Spike climbed into the trunk and shut his eyes as he was shut in.
He hoped that the trunk would be opened by someone on a nice sunny day.
Unfortunately it was Angel who opened the trunk ten minutes later.
Spike climbed out, every movement causing him pain.
He didn’t look at Angel but knew his sire wasn’t looking at him either.
He wondered if Angel was feeling guilty or simply repulsed by him.
He followed Angel into the apartment and fell to his knees in the relative safety of what he called his home.
He held his head in his hands and sobbed.
“Spike.” Angel said firmly.
Spike looked up through tear filled eyes.
“Shower.”
It wasn’t an order, it was a request. Spoken softly, not snarled.
Stumbling back to his feet, Spike made his way to the bathroom and fell in front of the toilet.
He vomited.
He felt his duster being pulled off and he flinched.
“Please - not again!” he cried.
Angel threw the duster to the corner of the bathroom and pulled Spike’s t-shirt off.
Spike sat uselessly on the floor not daring to fight away his sire.
Angel moved to Spike’s boots and untied them. He pulled them off and put them in the pile with the duster and t-shirt. Then he removed the jeans, ignoring the whimpers of pain and distress from his childe.
Angel stood up and undressed, his clothes going into a separate pile from Spike’s.
Spike looked up, unable to hold back the wails of panic.
He saw his sire’s cock hanging limply.
He looked up in confusion.
Angel stepped past him to the shower and switched it on.
Then he turned and picked Spike up, carrying him into the shower.
He lowered Spike until he was standing and picked up the shampoo.
“Turn away from me childe.”
Spike nodded, understanding that his sire did not wish to see his face.
Shampoo covered hands ran through his hair, rubbing at his scalp.
The touches were relaxing, soothing.
“Thankyou sire.” He whispered.
Angel remained silent, his focus purely on getting Spike clean of the vile human.
He finished with Spike’s hair and picked up the shower gel, washing his body down.
He’d cleaned everywhere but one place. Spike was silent, waiting to be told what to do.
Angel poured shower gel onto his hand and slid it between Spike’s buttocks.
Spike tried to relax, knowing this was going to happen at some point tonight and it might as well be in the shower. It would save him washing yet again.
He panted in pain when Angel’s fingers touched his damaged hole.
“Shhh.”
Angel hushed him and gently pushed a gel covered finger inside.
He twisted his finger, trying to coat Spike’s insides with the gel.
Spike looked down as his cock hardened.
“Sire?” he moaned, distressed.
Angel’s finger carefully withdrew.
“Turn around.”
Spike turned, standing erect before his sire.
Angel leant closer.
“You can enjoy this if you want.”
Spike glanced down at Angel’s equally hard cock.
He nodded.
Angel smiled.
“Good. Now, spread your legs a bit.”
Spike did as he was told and braced himself against the shower walls.
Angel watched him, pouring more gel over his hand.
He stroked down Spike’s cock slowly then slid his hand over his balls and down to his hole.
This time he pushed two fingers inside.
“Need to be clean.” Angel grunted as he swirled his fingers around.
Spike moaned.
“Like that do you?”
“Yes sire.”
Angel slid his fingers until they were almost free then he pushed them back in, with a third.
“Sire!”
“That’s it, fuck my fingers.”
Spike pushed down against the fingers then pulled up.
Angel’s thumb rubbed against Spike’s balls.
Angel pushed Spike until his back was against the wall and still with his fingers inside, he moved closer so that their cocks touched then crushed them between their bodies.
He moved his fingers faster, Spike crying out in pain.
He humped against Spike’s cock, the hard column rubbing against his.
“Gonna come all over you bitch.” Angel snarled as he approached his climax.
The words meant nothing to Spike. He was beyond hurting at this moment in time. He just wanted to take what little comfort he could.
Spike came first with a cry of “sire”. His muscles clenched around Angel’s fingers.
“Tight little whore.” Angel sneered.
Spike felt Angel ejaculate on him then was crushed as Angel leant on him to recover.
He winced as the fingers were pulled from him and Angel stepped back.
“Let’s get you to bed. You need to recover ready for tomorrow night.”
Spike turned the shower off then stepped out.
“Dry me.” Angel demanded.
When Spike had finished drying Angel he was surprised to be wrapped in a towel by his sire.
“Wait here.”
Spike stood in the bathroom while Angel left.
He returned a moment later with a towelling robe.
“I thought this was better than sleeping in towels all the time.”
“Thankyou sire.” Spike whispered as the towel was pulled from him and the robe wrapped around his body.
Angel dressed while Spike waited in the middle of the bathroom.
When he was done, he led Spike by the arm to his bed.
He lifted the covers and pulled them back once Spike was in bed.
He stepped back and pulled something from his pocket. He held it up for Spike to see.
“Tonight’s payment.” He said then tucked it under the bed with the other money.
He picked up a bag that Spike hadn’t noticed and pulled out two blood bags.
“You’ve earned this.” He said, throwing it onto the bed.
“And this,” said Angel taking a small battery operated radio from the bag, “I thought would be better than the broken tv.”
He put it on the bed.
Spike reached for the radio.
“Thankyou.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Angel left the room, collected the Spike’s clothes from the bathroom and left Spike alone once more.