Toys Detour: Dalton's Pet: Part One
Toys Detour: Dalton's Pet
Universe: Toys
Rated: Adult
Kink Bingo: Roleplay/au Prostitute
Warnings: Rape, abuse, drug use
This is part of the Toys universe, but it's not Spander. Nope, before Spike found Riley, Riley had to make some pretty bad choices to end up where he was. This backtracks a bit of Riley's history and follows our soldier on his own path to becoming a vampire toy.
Feb 2001
The female vamp settled between Riley's legs, her teeth buried in his arm, and Riley arched his back in pleasure. Nothing else in his life felt this pure. Maybe pure was the wrong word... maybe intense was a better description. Since he'd left the Initiative, he wasn't a soldier. After getting enthralled by Dracula, he wasn't even sure the man he saw in the mirror was a good man. He couldn't protect Buffy. When Joyce died, he couldn't even get close to her. She turned to Willow or Giles, and he was just the pathetic sycophant who didn't know when to go away. Sometimes he thought of going home to Iowa, but this... this moment of the vamp slowly drawing blood from his veins until the heat made his cock hard... this was worth staying.
After the fight with Buffy, he would have to go home and masturbate, but that was okay too. "Harder," he gasped as the vamp eased off. She obliged by driving her teeth deep into his arm so he hissed his pleasure and threw his head back. Her hands gripped his waist hard enough to leave bruises. Another time he might worry, but his odds of getting Buffy in bed soon were not good. She could leave all the bruises she wanted.
She sucked hard enough that Riley felt his brain fuzz out as he fisted the back of her head. Oh yes. Yes, this was... this was perfect. However, some soldier part of his brain never fully stood down, so the shuffle in the corner brought his eyes open. Two vampires were coming in the door.
Riley shoved at the vamp between his legs, straining to sit up, but her hands grabbed for him as she smiled at him with a mouth stained with his blood. Damn it. She was in on it. Riley liked the bite, but he wasn't an idiot. He pulled out the stake he kept hidden in his pant leg and shoved it deep into her back before she could do more than widen her eyes in surprise.
She exploded into dust and Riley struggled to get up, but between coughing up dust and the light-headed feeling from blood-loss, he was badly off balance. The first vamp through the door tackled him, and Riley drove the stake deep into his back, but missed the heart altogether.
The second grabbed Riley's foot and dragged him across the dirty floor, and Riley aimed a kick at the vamp's face. His boot contacted with a satisfying crunch, but the vamp didn't let go. Riley twisted around to focus on the first vamp, but the monster had already pulled the stake from his chest and tossed it across the room. Riley reached for his knife, and the vampire was on him with a growl, landing on Riley's back and forcing him to the ground. Clinging to the knife, Riley tried to roll, but a knee in his neck stopped him and a strong hand grabbed his wrist.
"Listen human, I can break your fingers or you can let go," the vamp hissed at Riley. He looked young, 19 or 20, but his leather jacket and slicked-back hair whispered late seventies or early eighties, so Riley was estimating the vampires age at something closer to 40. Riley considered his options. He hated surrendering his weapon, but a broken hand would reduce his ability to fight back later and he couldn't realistically bring his weapon to bear on the vamp. Reluctantly, Riley uncurled his fingers and let the knife drop.
"Good boy," the vamp said as he put even more weight onto Riley's neck. This was it. This was how he was going to die. After months of hiring vampire whores and letting them drink his blood, he wasn't surprised; this ending had been waiting in the shadows for him all this whole time. He came armed, but a human was no match for a vampire, not like a slayer. If he was going to be honest with himself, he knew the whole time that the law of consequences would catch up with him eventually.
"He broke my nose. That fucker broke my nose," the other vamp complained. Riley hadn't seen him well enough to do more than catch a glimpse of greasy blond hair.
"Your own fucking fault."
"It's his fucking fault."
Riley curled his hands into fists and closed his eyes as the dirt from the floor and the drifting ash from the whole made them sting. He was going to die, and it wasn't going to be some vamp he paid or Dracula. He wasn't going to die covering Buffy's back. Then again, he didn't trust himself at Buffy's back, not anymore.
Hands clawed at him, and Riley prepared himself to die. It took a few seconds to realize that the hands were pulling on his waistband. Riley exploded into motion, struggling and flailing as he tried to stop the hands from pulling his clothes free. The knee crushed his neck to the floor and hands grabbed at his arms, but Riley fought madly.
"Give him the shot."
"No way. I want him awake and suffering through this one."
"Fuck that. We're going to kill him and he's not worth anything dead."
"Yeah, but it'll feel good killing him. He dusted Rita."
"Just get the fucking shot in or I'll dust you."
Riley kicked, trying to force the other vamp to kill him, but a heavy weight fell across his legs and he was left squirming as air drifted over his now-bare ass. A sharp pinch made him gasp, and he coughed as dust and ash went down his throat. Almost immediately, Riley felt like vomiting. The world spun, colors streaking through his vision as life became a bubble that stretched as it filled with air, and Riley was part of that bubble, stretching and stretching until he thought he might snap.
"Good boy," a voice warbled, and Riley blinked in confusion. Heat filled him.
"Good boy my ass," another voice answered. "He thinks vamps are nothing but prostitutes, whores for him to hire. Well, he's about to figure out who the real whore is. How much do you think we can charge for him?"
"If you don't kill him first, a slayer's minion should go for some nice money. Him being Initiative will be worth even more."
"Hear that whore? You're going to bring in some nice money."
The bubble he was on stretched more, and Riley closed his eyes as he body elongated to match the curve of the world. Air brushed over him, little armies of air marching, marching across his naked back. The fire ripped his ass open, and Riley screamed.
Kink Bingo: Glory holes
Warnings: Rape, abuse, drug use
July 2001
"Be a nice boy, and you can have it," the vamp smiled as he waved the syringe in front of Riley's face. Riley blinked, struggled to focus, and then gave up as he sagged back down onto the dirty mattress that was his home. Home. That word should mean something else. Riley's thoughts skittered down that path for a little while, but like always, they just ran away leaving him running his fingers over the texture of the mattress.
"Fuck, he's still too stoned. Let's try the dark one."
"We could have a minion do it."
"They pay for a warm mouth. I think they'd notice if a vampire was blowing them."
"Some of them might not."
Riley heard the words. They were purple blobs falling out onto the world with splatters of red. He reached out and touched one, but it felt just like the wood floor that his mattress was on. He reached down to scratch. His leg itched. His leg always itched, but he liked it. He scratched and fireworks went off behind his closed eyelids. Blue and yellow and pink flared to life as he dragged his broken fingernails over the skin. Bringing his hand up to his nose, he sniffed and frowned as the musky smell reminded him of something. Then his memory skittered away like a scared mouse, and Riley just sank into happiness again.
The world slowly faded from purple to pink to the pale blues that Riley didn't like. The blue came before the pain, and he didn't like the pain. The pain came when the world started to deflate and his skin got all pinched as the rubber contracted against him. He didn't like that. Riley made an unhappy mew and hoped that someone came to get him. He didn't want the pain. He'd been good. He hadn't even tried to be bad in so long. Riley tried to remember what bad was, but his brain brought up memories of fire eating his back, and that just made the blue press in harder. He cried out for help.
"Finally. Someone has to feed this one more or he's going to be too stoned or too weak to work."
Riley squirmed and struggled forward toward the voice, but something heavy around his ankle pulled at him. Struggling to move toward that voice, Riley frowned at the blue shadows that invaded his blue world. A vamp squatted down in front of him, and Riley reached out to touch his boot.
"You want this?" the vamp asked, waving the syringe in front of Riley. Riley frowned at it in confusion. Did he want it? "This will make the world feel better."
Riley breathed faster at that promise. He wanted the world to feel better. He wanted the blue to go away. "Yes," he said weakly. A strong hand caught him under the chin and forced his head up. Riley blinked sluggishly.
"Hose him down and put him on the first floor. Now, human, listen here. You be a good little whore and suck whatever you're given, and I'll give you a nice shot that will make the world go pretty."
Riley nodded happily. He wanted the pretty.
"Good boy," a hand patted him. Riley chuckled and made a little woofing sound. "If he's good about sucking the cocks, give him the shot and throw him in with the other Rapture whores. Oh, and if Oliver shows up, tell him that two dead humans is one too many. He's not welcome here. If he wants a hit of Rapture, he can fucking well run his own humans."
"But-"
"No buts." The hand let go of Riley and he flopped back down to the floor. Other hands came and lifted him so that Riley slid along on the bubble, the blue streaks scaring him so that he flinched away, but they kept right on stabbing at him anyway. His skin was starting to turn to lead, and that hurt too.
"Hurt," Riley whispered to the hands that made him slide around on the bubble.
"Suck first, and then I'll make you feel better," the voice promised, but it lied because there was nothing to suck, only cold water pounding at him, flooding the room with blue so that Riley cried at the pain and the jagged edges that poked him and his lead skin. He was lifted again, this time dropped onto clouds, and Riley looked around desperately for something to suck. If he sucked, the world would turn pretty, the voice promised.
"Here." Hands took his head and pulled him toward a wall. Riley knelt up, his mouth open and ready to suck, but it still took him a little while to find his target. Something cool was poking through a hole, and Riley happily sucked it into his mouth, working it eagerly as he waited for the pretty. It was too big for him, and he poked it with his tongue and it only got bigger, but Riley was afraid to pull back because he wanted the pretty, and sometimes when he was here, a fire monster was lurking in the shadow. If he looked away, the fire monster might eat his back again. Rather than risk seeing the blue fire monster, Riley closed his eyes and sucked happily. The sucking made little pops of pink burst behind his eyes, and he liked that.
But then he did something wrong because the thing in his mouth tried to choke him. Liquid went up his nose, and his eyes watered, and Riley pulled back, crying out in fear of the fire monster and afraid that if he didn't suck, the world wouldn't ever be pretty again, and he wanted the world pretty. His skin wrinkled and throbbed as the world shrank and turned ugly blue. But then a new something came through the hole and it was just the right size to suck.
Riley went back to work, humming and sucking as he waited for the blessed pinch in his arm that would make the world go swirling pink again.
Kink Bingo: Drugs
Warnings: Rape, abuse, drug use
Oct 2001
"Be a good boy, and you can have it," a voice sing-songed, but Riley was too tired to pay it much attention. He missed the pink and purple world he used to live in. Now the world was pretty much gray.
Something pressed against his mouth, and Riley sucked at it. Sometimes if he sucked enough, he could find the pink world he missed so much. Instead he just got something thick that slid down his throat and made him choke. No pink. Sometimes the pink brought fragments of a memory. A pink shirt and a girl with pink lips who laughed in the sun. Riley liked that memory. He wasn't sure it was real, but he liked it anyway. Her shoes were pink. Riley was pretty sure that was real.
"Just give it to him or he's not going to be worth anything."
"He's not worth much more than anything now."
"This new Rapture is supposed to be really good."
"I hope so. We're using up more humans than I really want to deal with. This one has already outlasted a half dozen others. There's a limited market for human meat that's been tainted with Rapture, and I do not want a bunch of bodies around stinking the place up. Humans make enough stink on their own."
"No kidding. He's fucking disgusting. Do you have to feed him so much? If you didn't feed him as much, maybe he wouldn't make so much shit."
"If I feed him any less, he'll die. If vampires could just take Rapture straight from the needle, we wouldn't have to put up with any of this. The chemist who makes a direct to vampire Rapture is going to be Master of the whole fucking West Coast."
"Right now, let's just see how this new version does." Fire burned in Riley's arm, and he mewed his displeasure. The bright flare of white interrupted his nice, calm, boring, sad gray.
"Let's get him clean." Riley's head flopped back as he was picked up. It didn't matter. Sometimes he dreamed that his head would just flop off, but it never did. Riley didn't know if that was good or bad. A flare of green made him jerk, and they he flew off the world, his body lighter than air until he somehow still crashed into the ground.
"Fuck."
"If he's broken, you have to find another."
"He's fine. He barely bruised." Riley jerked again when a streak of yellow almost collided with him.
"That new mix has some kick to it. I haven't seen him that lively in a while."
Water ran over Riley in blue rivers, and he crab-walked away, hitting the edge of the universe and then shaking his head as he tried to figure out where his was. Hot. He was hot. Riley tried to rip his clothes off, but his hands found only naked skin, his fingernails scoring hot trails across his chest.
A face was there, but it was all wrong. It loomed in front of him for a second before it started licking up his chest. Riley tried to grab the head, but his hands were too big.
"Yummy," the face announced when it lifted itself from his body. And then Riley was flying again. Red. The world was red. Red like blood and need and the hearts you cut out of construction paper and gave to people in your class when you sat in a building with a window out onto a world that was green and filled with light. Riley jerked away from the memory of light, but that didn't stop it from chasing him down until the light surrounded him, swallowed him whole. He closed his eyes tightly, but the red invaded his eyes too.
Something pressed inside of him, and that was a familiar feeling, but the intruder breeched his defenses, the red came flooding into his body, and Riley groaned. His hands reached for his cock, feeling the flesh harden, and that was a strange sensation.
His face felt strange, like his skull was stretching and the skin might burst off any second, but Riley didn't care because he was stroking his hand up and down a part of his anatomy that he could only remember in a vague way. He used to lay on white sheets and do this oh so quietly. He remembered the smell of eggs. Riley pumped faster, the red turning all the world pretty as he gasped for air. Something sharped ripped into his elbow, and Riley cried out in pain, but then the pain became pleasure... the sort of twisted pleasure you got from slowly pulling back a scab to find soft, pink flesh beneath. Riley screamed as his whole body convulsed and he lost himself in pleasure so intense nothing else in the universe existed.
"Fuck, that's some good shit. Fuck, yeah," a voice said as a hand pressed on his back. Riley had to agree. That was good shit. It made the whole world pretty. Riley sank into sleep with the red still coloring his world.
Kink Bingo: Gangbang
Warnings: dub-con, manipulation
Apr 2002
"Right then, you ready to prove your obedience?" Spike asked as he leaned against the door to the room that had been Riley's prison for at least a couple of months. The pain of getting off the Rapture had distorted his sense of time so he didn't know if it had been two months or a year since Spike had first dragged him into this room and dumped him on the bed.
Riley shivered in dread as he pushed away the images of how Spike might make him prove obedience, but what he really hated was the fact that it didn't matter. He wanted the bite that much. "Yes, Master," he forced past his lips. If he were being honest with himself, he wanted the Rapture even more, but that level of honesty was more than he could face at this exact moment. Spike cocked his head to the side and walked slowly to Riley.
Without the drugs, Riley couldn't pretend this wasn't happening. He couldn't pretend he wasn't on his knees or escape the memory of what he had done. He should have just let Hostile 17 kill him, but-God help him-he still wanted the bite. Spike reached down and ran a thumb over the sensitive skin of Riley's neck, and the shivers were back.
"Show that you can submit even when you soddin' well don't want to, and I'll give you a bed up in the stable."
"And if I can't?" Riley found the strength to ask. Spike just cocked an eyebrow at him. The threat to send him back to the suckhouses loomed over him, he already knew that. Xander was right about one thing... he'd put himself in that position. Actually, Xander was right about two things... he put himself in that position and he'd helped vampires get stoned before going out and feasting on the people of L.A. Riley hated himself to such a degree that his feelings for Spike were warm and fuzzy in comparison.
"Come on, then," Spike said as he turned and walked out. Riley rose and followed after Spike. In basic training, they'd spent a week naked to acclimate to the sensation in case an enemy ever tried to use it as a weapon of humiliation. Riley didn't bother trying to cover himself as he followed Spike down a long hall and then down a set of stairs. The echoes of Spike's boot told him they were going into a large area, so Riley wasn't surprised when the stairs ended in a garage. A half dozen cars and two vans sat waiting.
"Minions live down here," Spike commented, and Riley went stiff. Minions. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the test of obedience would be. Riley ached for a shot of Rapture. He could feel the need crawling through his veins like a hungry rat trying to eat him from the inside.
"So, I figure you have a choice mate," Spike commented as he leaned against the closest car and pulled out a cigarette. Riley stood at parade rest, not sure what the rules were. From the way Xander acted, there were rules for being a human in Spike's court, but he'd never been privy to any vampire etiquette. He'd been shot up with drugs and left to lie in his own waste. Until someone ordered him to do otherwise, he'd stay on his feet, even if his feet were still a little unsteady. "You can either submit, or I can turn you out that door."
For a half second, Riley was blinded by the idea of freedom, of going back to what he had been and proving that he was more than this drug-addicted mess he'd turned into. Almost immediately, though, his mind turned to Rapture, to the suckhouse where this had all started-they had Rapture. The memory of the simple beauty of the world when he was stoned clashed against his memories of the degradations and pain he endured. His back was still a map of pain left over from the time before the drugs had completely eroded his will.
Riley swallowed as he looked at the open door where Spike had gestured. Death was better than either option, but Spike wasn't offering that.
"Well?" Spike asked.
Riley closed his eyes and clenched his jaw for a moment. Xander talked about choice, about admitting that he had made a choice, but as far as he was concerned, this was little more than psychological terrorism. Spike knew there was no real choice here. If Riley walked out that door, he'd go straight to the suckhouse. The need for Rapture and for the bite was too great.
"You've made your point, sir," Riley finally managed from between clenched teeth. With his eyes closed, he had no warning before a hand stroked his neck, and he jerked back. The hand tightened, and when Riley looked into Spike's yellow eyes, he had to order himself to stand down and allow Hostile 17 to do whatever he wanted. Riley had made this bed and he would learn to lay in it.
"So, you're choosin' to stay then?"
"Yes, Master," Riley managed to sound mostly respectful. It was the best he could do under the circumstances.
"That means you choose to give your body to whatever demon I want to give it to," Spike pointed out.
Riley swallowed. "Yes, Master."
Spike nodded and gave him a pleased smile, but then the vampire had everything to be pleased about. "Name one thing you'd never do, not even if I ordered you to, not even if the consequence would be going back to that soddin' suckhouse."
Even knowing that the vampire would use the truth against him, Riley found himself telling the truth. "I wouldn't ever kill an innocent human being."
Spike brought his cigarette up and took a long drag before letting go of Riley's neck and turning his back. Riley wasn't sure if it was meant as an insult or a test, but he remained at parade rest. Spike blew out a cloud of smoke before turning back.
"My boy doesn't get to set limits, but he does remind me that if I ask him to do certain things, like hurting people or even making him watch them be hurt, he's very likely to have a bloody breakdown and end up nuttier than Dru," he said with his lips pursed together, and Riley was surprised. Xander had been so complaisant, so different from the young man Buffy and Willow described and who Riley had met a half dozen times, that he had assumed Xander had been broken. The idea of Xander negotiating with his master this way wasn't what Riley had expected to hear. Then something occurred to Riley.
"Permission to speak freely, sir?" he asked. Military code seemed about as useful as anything else since he didn't really know how to handle this situation.
Spike waved a hand at him, and Riley took that as permission.
"Is that why Xander isn't here right now, sir?"
Spike's expression grew thoughtful. "Drugs didn't kill off too many brain cells, did they? And don't bloody call me sir. I’m your Master, boy."
"Yes, Master," Riley agreed as he tried to just shut down all his emotions. He knew the torture would come eventually. Hostile 17 might talk about how Riley wasn't worth torturing, but that had been in front of Xander. Obviously he cared what Xander thought of him.
"This might hurt, especially if ya fight," Spike shrugged. "But I won't bloody have you around if you aren't ready to remember your place. When the minions come in tonight, I promised 'em that you were going to be waiting."
Riley's skin went cold. He'd been gang-raped more times than he could count, but he'd never been forced to endure it sober.
"You can still walk out. There are clothes over there, and the minions won't touch ya unless you're waiting for 'em on your knees," Spike commented as he again gestured toward the open door. Riley twitched. If he left, he knew he'd end up in the suckhouses again. The need was too great for any other outcome, but at least on the Rapture he wouldn't truly understand what was happening. He was weak for wanting that oblivion, but he did.
"If ya stay and play nice with the minions, I give you my word on two things," Spike commented without emotion before he took a deep drag on his cigarette. Riley was temporarily distracted by the sight of a minion coming in that door. The man was big and dressed in a biker's jacket and he had a bottle of something in his hand that he was taking a drink out of. The moment he spotted Spike, he stopped and tilted his head in Spike's direction.
"Master Spike," he said respectfully. Spike didn't bother to answer, and the minion retreated to the far wall. A second minion came in, and the first one grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back into the shadows.
"First," Spike said to Riley as if the minions hadn't just interrupted. Riley had to force his eyes back to Spike. "I promise the minions won't kill you or cause any permanent disability. I don't like my toys broken." Spike said that last part loud enough for the two minions in the far shadows to hear. A third minion coming in the door froze as he spotted Spike and heard the warning. "Second, you won't ever have to hurt an innocent human or see one hurt." Spike smiled. "Of course, that rule doesn't apply to human hunters or even vampires or demons from outside the court who try to hunt in my territory. If I tell you to bloody hunt something down and kill it, you bloody well will." Spike poked his cigarette at Riley.
"Master?" Riley asked in shock.
"Wot? Ya think I make Xander stay in such good shape just to have sex with me?" Spike frowned. "Actually, I would make him stay in shape for that reason, but it's a fucking treat to see him take down some minion who's stepped over the line. When the master's pet turns ya to dust because the master can't be bloody bothered to take care of you himself, now that's a lesson," Spike said with a wide grin. Riley's brain stalled out as he tried to understand Spike's words. He might have a chance to hunt vampires again? But that's only if he trusted Spike's word. But if he believed Xander, Dawn and Tara both trusted Spike. Dawn wasn't exactly reliable, but Tara wouldn't trust him without good reason. But then he only had Xander's word that Tara did trust Spike. Riley just didn't have enough information to make the right call with any degree of certainty.
"Your choice, mate," Spike said as he waved a hand toward the door before turning and heading back for the stairs.
The minions stared at him, and for a second, Riley expected them to jump him. It would be familiar, hands clawing at him, cocks pressing into him. But instead, they just watched. A fourth minion showed up at the door and smiled widely at Riley. It wasn't a nice smile.
"He's not ours unless he kneels for us, moron," one of the vampires in the shadows growled.
The new guy looked at Riley. "Well, kneel then," he snarled as he started walking toward Riley. Riley backed up quickly, fear overriding all other thoughts, but a Hispanic-looking vampire darted out and drove a stake into the other vampire's back so that he exploded into dust. Riley was left staring at the vampire in shock.
"The master said you have a choice, so you do," the vampire told him, hissing the words through his fangs. Then he backed up, heading for the shadows where the other two waited. Vampire number four was obviously out of the picture since dust couldn't really participate in a gang rape. Edging toward the door, Riley stopped at a shelf and fingered the clothes neatly folded up. He was starting to believe that Spike had told the truth, that he could get dressed and walk out. He could walk out and find a Rapture house. Riley could feel that need pull at him like a string in his guts urging him out into the pre-dawn air. He could get high again. The only thing stopping him was the knowledge that the drugs were a weakness, and he was weak for wanting them. But his only other option was staying. He knew he couldn't walk out that door and not go to the suckhouse.
Then again, maybe he could call Graham. Graham would handcuff him to a radiator to keep him away from the suckhouses. Graham was a good enough friend to do that. Riley closed his eyes and found himself wishing for a world where that was possible, but Graham had been headed to South America last Riley knew. He'd never find Graham in time for Graham to stop him. How would his life have been different if he'd taken Graham up on that offer to go along?
Another minion came through the door, a woman who was slightly overweight, but attractive in a plain sort of way, the sort of woman Riley might expect to see in an apron back in Iowa. She looked around, narrowing her eyes at the three in the shadows.
"Pierce?" she asked.
"He tried to grab the human," the Hispanic one said, his eyes firmly on the floor. Ah, so this was one of Spike's commanders. The line from Animal Farm suddenly crossed Riley's mind. 'All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.' Clearly, she was more equal.
She looked at him curiously. "Master Spike has made it clear that this is your choice. I can even call a cab for you, pay for you to go anywhere within Sunnydale," she suggested calmly. The suggestion turned Riley's stomach to ice because he knew where he wanted to go. He knew what his body demanded even now. He didn't care if he laid in his own filth until someone beat him to death if it meant getting Rapture, but if he did that, people would die. People would die because vampires were stoned and had their version of the munchies.
"You could just kill me," Riley whispered as he looked at the woman desperately. He should have refused to kneel for Spike. He should have died that day, but seeing Xander's ecstasy as Spike bit him, it had made him weak. It made him want one more taste of something he never should have allowed himself to have. After Dracula, he should have killed himself before walking into a suckhouse.
The woman studied him. "Not without Master Spike's permission," she answered without a hint of mercy. Riley's legs were shaking. He looked at the door. The first weak streaks of light were staining the sky. The suckhouse would be quiet, vamps sated on freely given blood fucking and settling in for a day's sleep. He almost sobbed as he forced himself to look away from the door and toward the shadows. Now, with the weak light penetrating the darkness, Riley could see beds. Large mattresses on the floor created two massive beds covered in nests of blankets and pillows.
Every step was painful as he walked toward the closest one. In the dark, yellow eyes watched him, and Riley shivered and his skin crawled. When he reached the closest bed, he slowly went to his knees.
He no more than touched the ground when strong hands lifted him, and with a growl, he was pushed face down onto the nest of bedding. He didn't fight as hands pushed his legs apart and something cold and slick was quickly shoved up his ass. Lube was more than he had been expecting. As quick as Riley had that thought, the something was gone, and the familiar feeling of a cock up his ass replaced it. Riley grunted with each thrust as he was pushed into the bedding.
"Hurry up. I want my turn," someone complained and the pace of the thrusts picked up a little. Riley fisted the blankets. The third vamp came forward, pulling his pants off. "Hey, I'm next in line."
The vamp in front of Riley was the Hispanic one. "A human has two holes you idiot," he pointed out as he knelt in front of Riley, fisting his hair. "Are you going to be good or do I have to teach you some manners?" he demanded.
"Victor," the woman snapped. He immediately let go of Riley's hair.
"I just don't want to get bitten by a human," Victor complained with a sulk.
"He won't bite," the woman said as she came up behind Victor and looked down at him. "If he bites, I might be too annoyed to bother biting him, and since I'm the only one with permission to bite him, he very much wants to please me." She slowly bent down and pressed her thumb into the sore spot where Spike had pierced his neck. Riley felt desire for the first time since Spike had bitten him. "Be a good boy," the woman told him.
"I will, ma'am," Riley promised, the heat from his bite already warming his cock. But then she let go and retreated, watching as Victor arranged himself on the bed and pulled Riley into his lap, the other vampire still pounding away on his ass.
With the realization that he had brought himself to this and that this was the only option that didn't lead to innocent deaths on his hands, Riley closed his lips around Victor's cock and started to suck. The vampire behind him roared as he came in Riley's ass, and Riley didn't even pause in his task as the third vampire took the first one's place and shoved his cock deep in Riley with no warning. Closing his eyes, Riley did what he had to do. That's what he'd been trained for.
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Universe: Toys
Rated: Adult
Kink Bingo: Roleplay/au Prostitute
Warnings: Rape, abuse, drug use
This is part of the Toys universe, but it's not Spander. Nope, before Spike found Riley, Riley had to make some pretty bad choices to end up where he was. This backtracks a bit of Riley's history and follows our soldier on his own path to becoming a vampire toy.
Feb 2001
The female vamp settled between Riley's legs, her teeth buried in his arm, and Riley arched his back in pleasure. Nothing else in his life felt this pure. Maybe pure was the wrong word... maybe intense was a better description. Since he'd left the Initiative, he wasn't a soldier. After getting enthralled by Dracula, he wasn't even sure the man he saw in the mirror was a good man. He couldn't protect Buffy. When Joyce died, he couldn't even get close to her. She turned to Willow or Giles, and he was just the pathetic sycophant who didn't know when to go away. Sometimes he thought of going home to Iowa, but this... this moment of the vamp slowly drawing blood from his veins until the heat made his cock hard... this was worth staying.
After the fight with Buffy, he would have to go home and masturbate, but that was okay too. "Harder," he gasped as the vamp eased off. She obliged by driving her teeth deep into his arm so he hissed his pleasure and threw his head back. Her hands gripped his waist hard enough to leave bruises. Another time he might worry, but his odds of getting Buffy in bed soon were not good. She could leave all the bruises she wanted.
She sucked hard enough that Riley felt his brain fuzz out as he fisted the back of her head. Oh yes. Yes, this was... this was perfect. However, some soldier part of his brain never fully stood down, so the shuffle in the corner brought his eyes open. Two vampires were coming in the door.
Riley shoved at the vamp between his legs, straining to sit up, but her hands grabbed for him as she smiled at him with a mouth stained with his blood. Damn it. She was in on it. Riley liked the bite, but he wasn't an idiot. He pulled out the stake he kept hidden in his pant leg and shoved it deep into her back before she could do more than widen her eyes in surprise.
She exploded into dust and Riley struggled to get up, but between coughing up dust and the light-headed feeling from blood-loss, he was badly off balance. The first vamp through the door tackled him, and Riley drove the stake deep into his back, but missed the heart altogether.
The second grabbed Riley's foot and dragged him across the dirty floor, and Riley aimed a kick at the vamp's face. His boot contacted with a satisfying crunch, but the vamp didn't let go. Riley twisted around to focus on the first vamp, but the monster had already pulled the stake from his chest and tossed it across the room. Riley reached for his knife, and the vampire was on him with a growl, landing on Riley's back and forcing him to the ground. Clinging to the knife, Riley tried to roll, but a knee in his neck stopped him and a strong hand grabbed his wrist.
"Listen human, I can break your fingers or you can let go," the vamp hissed at Riley. He looked young, 19 or 20, but his leather jacket and slicked-back hair whispered late seventies or early eighties, so Riley was estimating the vampires age at something closer to 40. Riley considered his options. He hated surrendering his weapon, but a broken hand would reduce his ability to fight back later and he couldn't realistically bring his weapon to bear on the vamp. Reluctantly, Riley uncurled his fingers and let the knife drop.
"Good boy," the vamp said as he put even more weight onto Riley's neck. This was it. This was how he was going to die. After months of hiring vampire whores and letting them drink his blood, he wasn't surprised; this ending had been waiting in the shadows for him all this whole time. He came armed, but a human was no match for a vampire, not like a slayer. If he was going to be honest with himself, he knew the whole time that the law of consequences would catch up with him eventually.
"He broke my nose. That fucker broke my nose," the other vamp complained. Riley hadn't seen him well enough to do more than catch a glimpse of greasy blond hair.
"Your own fucking fault."
"It's his fucking fault."
Riley curled his hands into fists and closed his eyes as the dirt from the floor and the drifting ash from the whole made them sting. He was going to die, and it wasn't going to be some vamp he paid or Dracula. He wasn't going to die covering Buffy's back. Then again, he didn't trust himself at Buffy's back, not anymore.
Hands clawed at him, and Riley prepared himself to die. It took a few seconds to realize that the hands were pulling on his waistband. Riley exploded into motion, struggling and flailing as he tried to stop the hands from pulling his clothes free. The knee crushed his neck to the floor and hands grabbed at his arms, but Riley fought madly.
"Give him the shot."
"No way. I want him awake and suffering through this one."
"Fuck that. We're going to kill him and he's not worth anything dead."
"Yeah, but it'll feel good killing him. He dusted Rita."
"Just get the fucking shot in or I'll dust you."
Riley kicked, trying to force the other vamp to kill him, but a heavy weight fell across his legs and he was left squirming as air drifted over his now-bare ass. A sharp pinch made him gasp, and he coughed as dust and ash went down his throat. Almost immediately, Riley felt like vomiting. The world spun, colors streaking through his vision as life became a bubble that stretched as it filled with air, and Riley was part of that bubble, stretching and stretching until he thought he might snap.
"Good boy," a voice warbled, and Riley blinked in confusion. Heat filled him.
"Good boy my ass," another voice answered. "He thinks vamps are nothing but prostitutes, whores for him to hire. Well, he's about to figure out who the real whore is. How much do you think we can charge for him?"
"If you don't kill him first, a slayer's minion should go for some nice money. Him being Initiative will be worth even more."
"Hear that whore? You're going to bring in some nice money."
The bubble he was on stretched more, and Riley closed his eyes as he body elongated to match the curve of the world. Air brushed over him, little armies of air marching, marching across his naked back. The fire ripped his ass open, and Riley screamed.
Kink Bingo: Glory holes
Warnings: Rape, abuse, drug use
July 2001
"Be a nice boy, and you can have it," the vamp smiled as he waved the syringe in front of Riley's face. Riley blinked, struggled to focus, and then gave up as he sagged back down onto the dirty mattress that was his home. Home. That word should mean something else. Riley's thoughts skittered down that path for a little while, but like always, they just ran away leaving him running his fingers over the texture of the mattress.
"Fuck, he's still too stoned. Let's try the dark one."
"We could have a minion do it."
"They pay for a warm mouth. I think they'd notice if a vampire was blowing them."
"Some of them might not."
Riley heard the words. They were purple blobs falling out onto the world with splatters of red. He reached out and touched one, but it felt just like the wood floor that his mattress was on. He reached down to scratch. His leg itched. His leg always itched, but he liked it. He scratched and fireworks went off behind his closed eyelids. Blue and yellow and pink flared to life as he dragged his broken fingernails over the skin. Bringing his hand up to his nose, he sniffed and frowned as the musky smell reminded him of something. Then his memory skittered away like a scared mouse, and Riley just sank into happiness again.
The world slowly faded from purple to pink to the pale blues that Riley didn't like. The blue came before the pain, and he didn't like the pain. The pain came when the world started to deflate and his skin got all pinched as the rubber contracted against him. He didn't like that. Riley made an unhappy mew and hoped that someone came to get him. He didn't want the pain. He'd been good. He hadn't even tried to be bad in so long. Riley tried to remember what bad was, but his brain brought up memories of fire eating his back, and that just made the blue press in harder. He cried out for help.
"Finally. Someone has to feed this one more or he's going to be too stoned or too weak to work."
Riley squirmed and struggled forward toward the voice, but something heavy around his ankle pulled at him. Struggling to move toward that voice, Riley frowned at the blue shadows that invaded his blue world. A vamp squatted down in front of him, and Riley reached out to touch his boot.
"You want this?" the vamp asked, waving the syringe in front of Riley. Riley frowned at it in confusion. Did he want it? "This will make the world feel better."
Riley breathed faster at that promise. He wanted the world to feel better. He wanted the blue to go away. "Yes," he said weakly. A strong hand caught him under the chin and forced his head up. Riley blinked sluggishly.
"Hose him down and put him on the first floor. Now, human, listen here. You be a good little whore and suck whatever you're given, and I'll give you a nice shot that will make the world go pretty."
Riley nodded happily. He wanted the pretty.
"Good boy," a hand patted him. Riley chuckled and made a little woofing sound. "If he's good about sucking the cocks, give him the shot and throw him in with the other Rapture whores. Oh, and if Oliver shows up, tell him that two dead humans is one too many. He's not welcome here. If he wants a hit of Rapture, he can fucking well run his own humans."
"But-"
"No buts." The hand let go of Riley and he flopped back down to the floor. Other hands came and lifted him so that Riley slid along on the bubble, the blue streaks scaring him so that he flinched away, but they kept right on stabbing at him anyway. His skin was starting to turn to lead, and that hurt too.
"Hurt," Riley whispered to the hands that made him slide around on the bubble.
"Suck first, and then I'll make you feel better," the voice promised, but it lied because there was nothing to suck, only cold water pounding at him, flooding the room with blue so that Riley cried at the pain and the jagged edges that poked him and his lead skin. He was lifted again, this time dropped onto clouds, and Riley looked around desperately for something to suck. If he sucked, the world would turn pretty, the voice promised.
"Here." Hands took his head and pulled him toward a wall. Riley knelt up, his mouth open and ready to suck, but it still took him a little while to find his target. Something cool was poking through a hole, and Riley happily sucked it into his mouth, working it eagerly as he waited for the pretty. It was too big for him, and he poked it with his tongue and it only got bigger, but Riley was afraid to pull back because he wanted the pretty, and sometimes when he was here, a fire monster was lurking in the shadow. If he looked away, the fire monster might eat his back again. Rather than risk seeing the blue fire monster, Riley closed his eyes and sucked happily. The sucking made little pops of pink burst behind his eyes, and he liked that.
But then he did something wrong because the thing in his mouth tried to choke him. Liquid went up his nose, and his eyes watered, and Riley pulled back, crying out in fear of the fire monster and afraid that if he didn't suck, the world wouldn't ever be pretty again, and he wanted the world pretty. His skin wrinkled and throbbed as the world shrank and turned ugly blue. But then a new something came through the hole and it was just the right size to suck.
Riley went back to work, humming and sucking as he waited for the blessed pinch in his arm that would make the world go swirling pink again.
Kink Bingo: Drugs
Warnings: Rape, abuse, drug use
Oct 2001
"Be a good boy, and you can have it," a voice sing-songed, but Riley was too tired to pay it much attention. He missed the pink and purple world he used to live in. Now the world was pretty much gray.
Something pressed against his mouth, and Riley sucked at it. Sometimes if he sucked enough, he could find the pink world he missed so much. Instead he just got something thick that slid down his throat and made him choke. No pink. Sometimes the pink brought fragments of a memory. A pink shirt and a girl with pink lips who laughed in the sun. Riley liked that memory. He wasn't sure it was real, but he liked it anyway. Her shoes were pink. Riley was pretty sure that was real.
"Just give it to him or he's not going to be worth anything."
"He's not worth much more than anything now."
"This new Rapture is supposed to be really good."
"I hope so. We're using up more humans than I really want to deal with. This one has already outlasted a half dozen others. There's a limited market for human meat that's been tainted with Rapture, and I do not want a bunch of bodies around stinking the place up. Humans make enough stink on their own."
"No kidding. He's fucking disgusting. Do you have to feed him so much? If you didn't feed him as much, maybe he wouldn't make so much shit."
"If I feed him any less, he'll die. If vampires could just take Rapture straight from the needle, we wouldn't have to put up with any of this. The chemist who makes a direct to vampire Rapture is going to be Master of the whole fucking West Coast."
"Right now, let's just see how this new version does." Fire burned in Riley's arm, and he mewed his displeasure. The bright flare of white interrupted his nice, calm, boring, sad gray.
"Let's get him clean." Riley's head flopped back as he was picked up. It didn't matter. Sometimes he dreamed that his head would just flop off, but it never did. Riley didn't know if that was good or bad. A flare of green made him jerk, and they he flew off the world, his body lighter than air until he somehow still crashed into the ground.
"Fuck."
"If he's broken, you have to find another."
"He's fine. He barely bruised." Riley jerked again when a streak of yellow almost collided with him.
"That new mix has some kick to it. I haven't seen him that lively in a while."
Water ran over Riley in blue rivers, and he crab-walked away, hitting the edge of the universe and then shaking his head as he tried to figure out where his was. Hot. He was hot. Riley tried to rip his clothes off, but his hands found only naked skin, his fingernails scoring hot trails across his chest.
A face was there, but it was all wrong. It loomed in front of him for a second before it started licking up his chest. Riley tried to grab the head, but his hands were too big.
"Yummy," the face announced when it lifted itself from his body. And then Riley was flying again. Red. The world was red. Red like blood and need and the hearts you cut out of construction paper and gave to people in your class when you sat in a building with a window out onto a world that was green and filled with light. Riley jerked away from the memory of light, but that didn't stop it from chasing him down until the light surrounded him, swallowed him whole. He closed his eyes tightly, but the red invaded his eyes too.
Something pressed inside of him, and that was a familiar feeling, but the intruder breeched his defenses, the red came flooding into his body, and Riley groaned. His hands reached for his cock, feeling the flesh harden, and that was a strange sensation.
His face felt strange, like his skull was stretching and the skin might burst off any second, but Riley didn't care because he was stroking his hand up and down a part of his anatomy that he could only remember in a vague way. He used to lay on white sheets and do this oh so quietly. He remembered the smell of eggs. Riley pumped faster, the red turning all the world pretty as he gasped for air. Something sharped ripped into his elbow, and Riley cried out in pain, but then the pain became pleasure... the sort of twisted pleasure you got from slowly pulling back a scab to find soft, pink flesh beneath. Riley screamed as his whole body convulsed and he lost himself in pleasure so intense nothing else in the universe existed.
"Fuck, that's some good shit. Fuck, yeah," a voice said as a hand pressed on his back. Riley had to agree. That was good shit. It made the whole world pretty. Riley sank into sleep with the red still coloring his world.
Kink Bingo: Gangbang
Warnings: dub-con, manipulation
Apr 2002
"Right then, you ready to prove your obedience?" Spike asked as he leaned against the door to the room that had been Riley's prison for at least a couple of months. The pain of getting off the Rapture had distorted his sense of time so he didn't know if it had been two months or a year since Spike had first dragged him into this room and dumped him on the bed.
Riley shivered in dread as he pushed away the images of how Spike might make him prove obedience, but what he really hated was the fact that it didn't matter. He wanted the bite that much. "Yes, Master," he forced past his lips. If he were being honest with himself, he wanted the Rapture even more, but that level of honesty was more than he could face at this exact moment. Spike cocked his head to the side and walked slowly to Riley.
Without the drugs, Riley couldn't pretend this wasn't happening. He couldn't pretend he wasn't on his knees or escape the memory of what he had done. He should have just let Hostile 17 kill him, but-God help him-he still wanted the bite. Spike reached down and ran a thumb over the sensitive skin of Riley's neck, and the shivers were back.
"Show that you can submit even when you soddin' well don't want to, and I'll give you a bed up in the stable."
"And if I can't?" Riley found the strength to ask. Spike just cocked an eyebrow at him. The threat to send him back to the suckhouses loomed over him, he already knew that. Xander was right about one thing... he'd put himself in that position. Actually, Xander was right about two things... he put himself in that position and he'd helped vampires get stoned before going out and feasting on the people of L.A. Riley hated himself to such a degree that his feelings for Spike were warm and fuzzy in comparison.
"Come on, then," Spike said as he turned and walked out. Riley rose and followed after Spike. In basic training, they'd spent a week naked to acclimate to the sensation in case an enemy ever tried to use it as a weapon of humiliation. Riley didn't bother trying to cover himself as he followed Spike down a long hall and then down a set of stairs. The echoes of Spike's boot told him they were going into a large area, so Riley wasn't surprised when the stairs ended in a garage. A half dozen cars and two vans sat waiting.
"Minions live down here," Spike commented, and Riley went stiff. Minions. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the test of obedience would be. Riley ached for a shot of Rapture. He could feel the need crawling through his veins like a hungry rat trying to eat him from the inside.
"So, I figure you have a choice mate," Spike commented as he leaned against the closest car and pulled out a cigarette. Riley stood at parade rest, not sure what the rules were. From the way Xander acted, there were rules for being a human in Spike's court, but he'd never been privy to any vampire etiquette. He'd been shot up with drugs and left to lie in his own waste. Until someone ordered him to do otherwise, he'd stay on his feet, even if his feet were still a little unsteady. "You can either submit, or I can turn you out that door."
For a half second, Riley was blinded by the idea of freedom, of going back to what he had been and proving that he was more than this drug-addicted mess he'd turned into. Almost immediately, though, his mind turned to Rapture, to the suckhouse where this had all started-they had Rapture. The memory of the simple beauty of the world when he was stoned clashed against his memories of the degradations and pain he endured. His back was still a map of pain left over from the time before the drugs had completely eroded his will.
Riley swallowed as he looked at the open door where Spike had gestured. Death was better than either option, but Spike wasn't offering that.
"Well?" Spike asked.
Riley closed his eyes and clenched his jaw for a moment. Xander talked about choice, about admitting that he had made a choice, but as far as he was concerned, this was little more than psychological terrorism. Spike knew there was no real choice here. If Riley walked out that door, he'd go straight to the suckhouse. The need for Rapture and for the bite was too great.
"You've made your point, sir," Riley finally managed from between clenched teeth. With his eyes closed, he had no warning before a hand stroked his neck, and he jerked back. The hand tightened, and when Riley looked into Spike's yellow eyes, he had to order himself to stand down and allow Hostile 17 to do whatever he wanted. Riley had made this bed and he would learn to lay in it.
"So, you're choosin' to stay then?"
"Yes, Master," Riley managed to sound mostly respectful. It was the best he could do under the circumstances.
"That means you choose to give your body to whatever demon I want to give it to," Spike pointed out.
Riley swallowed. "Yes, Master."
Spike nodded and gave him a pleased smile, but then the vampire had everything to be pleased about. "Name one thing you'd never do, not even if I ordered you to, not even if the consequence would be going back to that soddin' suckhouse."
Even knowing that the vampire would use the truth against him, Riley found himself telling the truth. "I wouldn't ever kill an innocent human being."
Spike brought his cigarette up and took a long drag before letting go of Riley's neck and turning his back. Riley wasn't sure if it was meant as an insult or a test, but he remained at parade rest. Spike blew out a cloud of smoke before turning back.
"My boy doesn't get to set limits, but he does remind me that if I ask him to do certain things, like hurting people or even making him watch them be hurt, he's very likely to have a bloody breakdown and end up nuttier than Dru," he said with his lips pursed together, and Riley was surprised. Xander had been so complaisant, so different from the young man Buffy and Willow described and who Riley had met a half dozen times, that he had assumed Xander had been broken. The idea of Xander negotiating with his master this way wasn't what Riley had expected to hear. Then something occurred to Riley.
"Permission to speak freely, sir?" he asked. Military code seemed about as useful as anything else since he didn't really know how to handle this situation.
Spike waved a hand at him, and Riley took that as permission.
"Is that why Xander isn't here right now, sir?"
Spike's expression grew thoughtful. "Drugs didn't kill off too many brain cells, did they? And don't bloody call me sir. I’m your Master, boy."
"Yes, Master," Riley agreed as he tried to just shut down all his emotions. He knew the torture would come eventually. Hostile 17 might talk about how Riley wasn't worth torturing, but that had been in front of Xander. Obviously he cared what Xander thought of him.
"This might hurt, especially if ya fight," Spike shrugged. "But I won't bloody have you around if you aren't ready to remember your place. When the minions come in tonight, I promised 'em that you were going to be waiting."
Riley's skin went cold. He'd been gang-raped more times than he could count, but he'd never been forced to endure it sober.
"You can still walk out. There are clothes over there, and the minions won't touch ya unless you're waiting for 'em on your knees," Spike commented as he again gestured toward the open door. Riley twitched. If he left, he knew he'd end up in the suckhouses again. The need was too great for any other outcome, but at least on the Rapture he wouldn't truly understand what was happening. He was weak for wanting that oblivion, but he did.
"If ya stay and play nice with the minions, I give you my word on two things," Spike commented without emotion before he took a deep drag on his cigarette. Riley was temporarily distracted by the sight of a minion coming in that door. The man was big and dressed in a biker's jacket and he had a bottle of something in his hand that he was taking a drink out of. The moment he spotted Spike, he stopped and tilted his head in Spike's direction.
"Master Spike," he said respectfully. Spike didn't bother to answer, and the minion retreated to the far wall. A second minion came in, and the first one grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back into the shadows.
"First," Spike said to Riley as if the minions hadn't just interrupted. Riley had to force his eyes back to Spike. "I promise the minions won't kill you or cause any permanent disability. I don't like my toys broken." Spike said that last part loud enough for the two minions in the far shadows to hear. A third minion coming in the door froze as he spotted Spike and heard the warning. "Second, you won't ever have to hurt an innocent human or see one hurt." Spike smiled. "Of course, that rule doesn't apply to human hunters or even vampires or demons from outside the court who try to hunt in my territory. If I tell you to bloody hunt something down and kill it, you bloody well will." Spike poked his cigarette at Riley.
"Master?" Riley asked in shock.
"Wot? Ya think I make Xander stay in such good shape just to have sex with me?" Spike frowned. "Actually, I would make him stay in shape for that reason, but it's a fucking treat to see him take down some minion who's stepped over the line. When the master's pet turns ya to dust because the master can't be bloody bothered to take care of you himself, now that's a lesson," Spike said with a wide grin. Riley's brain stalled out as he tried to understand Spike's words. He might have a chance to hunt vampires again? But that's only if he trusted Spike's word. But if he believed Xander, Dawn and Tara both trusted Spike. Dawn wasn't exactly reliable, but Tara wouldn't trust him without good reason. But then he only had Xander's word that Tara did trust Spike. Riley just didn't have enough information to make the right call with any degree of certainty.
"Your choice, mate," Spike said as he waved a hand toward the door before turning and heading back for the stairs.
The minions stared at him, and for a second, Riley expected them to jump him. It would be familiar, hands clawing at him, cocks pressing into him. But instead, they just watched. A fourth minion showed up at the door and smiled widely at Riley. It wasn't a nice smile.
"He's not ours unless he kneels for us, moron," one of the vampires in the shadows growled.
The new guy looked at Riley. "Well, kneel then," he snarled as he started walking toward Riley. Riley backed up quickly, fear overriding all other thoughts, but a Hispanic-looking vampire darted out and drove a stake into the other vampire's back so that he exploded into dust. Riley was left staring at the vampire in shock.
"The master said you have a choice, so you do," the vampire told him, hissing the words through his fangs. Then he backed up, heading for the shadows where the other two waited. Vampire number four was obviously out of the picture since dust couldn't really participate in a gang rape. Edging toward the door, Riley stopped at a shelf and fingered the clothes neatly folded up. He was starting to believe that Spike had told the truth, that he could get dressed and walk out. He could walk out and find a Rapture house. Riley could feel that need pull at him like a string in his guts urging him out into the pre-dawn air. He could get high again. The only thing stopping him was the knowledge that the drugs were a weakness, and he was weak for wanting them. But his only other option was staying. He knew he couldn't walk out that door and not go to the suckhouse.
Then again, maybe he could call Graham. Graham would handcuff him to a radiator to keep him away from the suckhouses. Graham was a good enough friend to do that. Riley closed his eyes and found himself wishing for a world where that was possible, but Graham had been headed to South America last Riley knew. He'd never find Graham in time for Graham to stop him. How would his life have been different if he'd taken Graham up on that offer to go along?
Another minion came through the door, a woman who was slightly overweight, but attractive in a plain sort of way, the sort of woman Riley might expect to see in an apron back in Iowa. She looked around, narrowing her eyes at the three in the shadows.
"Pierce?" she asked.
"He tried to grab the human," the Hispanic one said, his eyes firmly on the floor. Ah, so this was one of Spike's commanders. The line from Animal Farm suddenly crossed Riley's mind. 'All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.' Clearly, she was more equal.
She looked at him curiously. "Master Spike has made it clear that this is your choice. I can even call a cab for you, pay for you to go anywhere within Sunnydale," she suggested calmly. The suggestion turned Riley's stomach to ice because he knew where he wanted to go. He knew what his body demanded even now. He didn't care if he laid in his own filth until someone beat him to death if it meant getting Rapture, but if he did that, people would die. People would die because vampires were stoned and had their version of the munchies.
"You could just kill me," Riley whispered as he looked at the woman desperately. He should have refused to kneel for Spike. He should have died that day, but seeing Xander's ecstasy as Spike bit him, it had made him weak. It made him want one more taste of something he never should have allowed himself to have. After Dracula, he should have killed himself before walking into a suckhouse.
The woman studied him. "Not without Master Spike's permission," she answered without a hint of mercy. Riley's legs were shaking. He looked at the door. The first weak streaks of light were staining the sky. The suckhouse would be quiet, vamps sated on freely given blood fucking and settling in for a day's sleep. He almost sobbed as he forced himself to look away from the door and toward the shadows. Now, with the weak light penetrating the darkness, Riley could see beds. Large mattresses on the floor created two massive beds covered in nests of blankets and pillows.
Every step was painful as he walked toward the closest one. In the dark, yellow eyes watched him, and Riley shivered and his skin crawled. When he reached the closest bed, he slowly went to his knees.
He no more than touched the ground when strong hands lifted him, and with a growl, he was pushed face down onto the nest of bedding. He didn't fight as hands pushed his legs apart and something cold and slick was quickly shoved up his ass. Lube was more than he had been expecting. As quick as Riley had that thought, the something was gone, and the familiar feeling of a cock up his ass replaced it. Riley grunted with each thrust as he was pushed into the bedding.
"Hurry up. I want my turn," someone complained and the pace of the thrusts picked up a little. Riley fisted the blankets. The third vamp came forward, pulling his pants off. "Hey, I'm next in line."
The vamp in front of Riley was the Hispanic one. "A human has two holes you idiot," he pointed out as he knelt in front of Riley, fisting his hair. "Are you going to be good or do I have to teach you some manners?" he demanded.
"Victor," the woman snapped. He immediately let go of Riley's hair.
"I just don't want to get bitten by a human," Victor complained with a sulk.
"He won't bite," the woman said as she came up behind Victor and looked down at him. "If he bites, I might be too annoyed to bother biting him, and since I'm the only one with permission to bite him, he very much wants to please me." She slowly bent down and pressed her thumb into the sore spot where Spike had pierced his neck. Riley felt desire for the first time since Spike had bitten him. "Be a good boy," the woman told him.
"I will, ma'am," Riley promised, the heat from his bite already warming his cock. But then she let go and retreated, watching as Victor arranged himself on the bed and pulled Riley into his lap, the other vampire still pounding away on his ass.
With the realization that he had brought himself to this and that this was the only option that didn't lead to innocent deaths on his hands, Riley closed his lips around Victor's cock and started to suck. The vampire behind him roared as he came in Riley's ass, and Riley didn't even pause in his task as the third vampire took the first one's place and shoved his cock deep in Riley with no warning. Closing his eyes, Riley did what he had to do. That's what he'd been trained for.
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