Oh, this is not betaed and I still am not a native English speaker.

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He shivered and the minute movements of his body caused the chains to rattle slightly. It hurt, everywhere it hurt. His Master had decided to gift him with a permanent mark of his ownership. He whimpered as he tried to curl into a position where the wound of the branding iron didn't hurt so much. He shifted his head and the dogtag clinked against the massive collar he wore. His Master would be here soon, would coo at him before he... he didn't want to think about it. When did all go so drastically wrong? His eyes glazed over and he remembered.

*** flashback ***

It had been a fruitful night. Taunting the little useless wimp that had been guarding the slayer's door had been only the finishing touch. Soon all the pieces would come together and he would be able to open a portal to hell, Dru has said as much and her visions might be confusing, but they were always true. So to say that Angelus was in a happy mood would be an understatement. A mood that rapidly changed as he heard a familiar heartbeat behind him. He spun around and there he stood, pathetic useless Xander. "Lost your way, looser boy?" He couldn't help but sneer. Something about Xander always put him into a foul mood. "No, believe it or not, I'm actually here on purpose." "What kind of purpose could you have... except the one of being a snack, hmmm?" "I was sent to tell you that whatever you expect when you try to open a portal to hell, it won't happen. Oh, and that you won't like the result." For a moment Angelus was stunned, how did the boy knew... but wait, he said he was sent. A grin settled on Angelus features. The boy was a messenger and what did one do with messengers of bad news? His hand shoot out and he heard the very satisfying sound of cracking rips and a stunned gasp, as his hand closed around the mortals pulsing heart. Oh, and it felt so good to squish it into a bloody pulp. Xander was starring at him, with wide, doelike eyes. "Mistake." he gasped, as he slid from his gory arm.

*** end flashback ***

"Who's a good little dog-whore?" The decivingly mild voice of his Master asked as he returned to the present. He whimpered and ducked his head as his Master entered his cage. Master was in a good mood, maybe today wouldn't hurt so much as... "On your back!" Obeying he rolled on his back, presenting a vulnerable belly and his bound and tortured genitals to his Master's gaze. Master smiled and touched the design he had branded around his belly button earlier. He released a louder moan of pain and Master casually smacked his face. No noise, nothing louder than a soft whimper was allowed to him. He had learned that lesson fast and painfully. At least Master had decided to leave him his tongue, he was good with his tongue so Master had said... others hadn't been this lucky. Master was stroking his face now, locking eyes with him. He couldn't escape this eyes, his Masters' eyes, completely black, they were portals to endless agony and pain, gateways to hell. Once they had been gentle... brown and with a genuine twinkle inside... the eyes of a souled being. Before. "Come, it is time for a little walk." A leash was attached to his collar. "Oh and pet... you are allowed to walk." A tug. A bit unsteady he stood up, following his Master with tiny steps, his ankles hobbled together.

*** flashback ***

Angelus watched emotionless as the dying teen slid to the ground. It would be over soon. Not the end he had planned for the annoying twit, but it would do. Then he watched startled as white mist started to come out of the eyes of the corpse and somewhere someone was laughing loudly. A laugh devoid any emotions, so cold and devious it made his skin crawl uncomfortably.

*** end flashback ***

He watched his slave shuffling after him as fast as he could. Every step caused the tiny bells at his pet's nippleclamps to ring a sweet contrapoint to the soft whimpers. He frowned a little as his eyes swept down to pet's purplish colored cock. Maybe he should allow pet to cum at least. After all pet was such a good little whore and he really should reward him. Maybe... maybe not. He opened the door to his bedroom and waited until pet had made it to his normal place next to the bed. Like he had done it so often before, he padlocked pet's leash to the bedpost and then closed the door. Nobody would dare to disturb him now. Without a command pet started to undress him, careful removing every article of clothing, folding it and putting it away. It wasn't necessary, but he liked to prolong pet's mental torture. Pet did know what would come when he was completely naked and pet feared it. His bulging erection was giving pet a hard time to remove his briefs, but finally it was done. "Pet..." Pet looked up, not quietly meeting his eyes. "You've been a good little doggy," he stroked pet's face and pet didn't flinch from his clawed hand, "so when I take you tonight I'll going to take off your harness." Pet looked up at that, surprised. In all this time he had never allowed pet to cum when he had taken him. Sure there had been times when he had allowed pet to cum while pet had been raped by other creatures, but never while taken by him. "But first...," he looked down and pet sunk to his knees, already knowing what he wanted.

And Alexander, prince regent and sole heir of hell, smiled in victory as Angelus started to suck his cock.

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