27th of March 2004

Wincing as he felt the shriek actually shake the chip in his head, the disgruntled blonde sneered at the thought of the ex-demon finding out she was having girls.

"Just what the Wanky Gang needs, more girls to get them thoroughly pussy whipped!"

He managed to step out of the way in time for Cordelia to clunk her way from the front desk as fast as her new red Oscar shoes would let her, still shrieking the news for all to hear. Head shaken, Spike thought that with just one more of the high pitched squeals, either his brain would explode due to a malfunctioning chip or bats would take up residence in the front lobby of the former hotel.

"Squeals-like-pig would probably think they were some of Noncy's relatives, stupid chit"

Hearing the clunk's that signalled the beaming secretary's return his way, the vampire literally ran up the stairs so that he could avoid an encounter with the girl he was sure was related to a phirana. With teeth like hers, there had to be one in there somewhere, he thought. Room reached and door kicked open like usual, he stepped through the the clutter of cd's on the floor that were arranged tastefully around old beer cans and dirty shirts.

"Looks like Sadie needs a kick up his arse, hasn't been cleaned in weeks, useless Ponce!"

A few shrugs later, Spike decided to just move into a different room again rather than actually touch any of the mess. He knew from past experiences that his Sire would eventually give up trying to pretend that he was wearing a different shirt each day when it became obvious that he had been wearing the same one for two weeks running. After a few arguments between the two, Angelman would be all noncy and horrified to see what the room looked like after deciding that only *he* could find a clean shirt for the younger vampire to wear. An imagined heart attack later followed by a few threats of bodily violence and Spike would have a clean room and clothes again.

He didn't really like wearing a shirt for 2 weeks running but if it got him out of cleaning, then he was all prepared to do the right thing and ignore the held noses and boxes of washing powder thrust at him by Wankerman's team of do-gooders. Throwing bundles of clothing around as he looked for his favourite cd, he came across one of the pieces of underwear he had stolen from the effeminate watcher who resided only a few doors down from his Sire. Held to his nose, Spike inhaled the sweet virgin smell that anointed the denim blue boxers. He still didn't know how Angel hadn't punched his cherry as of yet, he himself, was actually having a hard time keeping his hands off the taller man.

"Dipshit does everything but bend over naked for the great Fairy and does he notice? Nooo, that would be actually doing something other than brooding and we can't have that now can we?" snapped the frustrated blonde as he sat on the messy bed, back cushioned by a few pillows. One hand on his tenting pants, he rubbed himself through his tight jeans as he thought of how nice it would be to just push the thin man over and with lots of blushing and stuttering on Wesley 's part, basically relieve the other man of his virginity. Shirt and t-shirt pulled off and a cock now rock hard and straining at the zipper, Spike undid it slowly, taking care not to trap his foreskin in the metal teeth. Teeth clenched, he gently thumbed at the glistening precum that adorned his head.

Letting go for a minute, he lifted himself and slid down his jeans so that they were sitting around his upper thighs, metal teeth well away from his sensitive foreskin. A good hard grip on his penis and a head full of the younger man sucking him off, he was pretty much guaranteed a nice wank. Wank he did even as he heard the footsteps coming towards him, sniffing the air, he was delighted to find that the object of his current lust was coming towards his room.

Not bothering to stop, he continued to slide his fist up and down his cock. With Wesley almost at his doorway, the blonde shifted himself so that the other man would cop a great view of what he had so frequently turned the offer down of.

"Ah, Spike can I..um..what are you, oh my god..ah" stuttered the embarrassed man, standing stock still in the white doorway while staring at the vampire leisurely stroking an organ of considerable size. Wesley had been approached by Spike on numerous occasions since the vampire had moved into the hotel with an offer to help with his 'problem'. Unable to stop looking at the stroking that was getting faster, he knew he was blushing at the moans of pleasure the other man was making. Now seeing what had been offered so many times, he could feel himself getting hard.

"Come on Wes, I won't bite. You can touch me if you like?" smirked the vampire, taking in the shy man's tenting pants and wave of lust rolling through the room. Spike was getting pretty close due to the intoxicating smell coming off the still staring man.

"Umm, no. No! I bloody well don't think so, you..you..PRICK!" yelled the aroused man, stomping off, horrified that he had been thinking of going over and helping finish him off before the vampire had even opened his mouth. Down the stairs he went, walking as fast as he could to his own room, ignoring the blondes parting comment in an effort not to just come in his pants before he could have a wank himself.

"Prick is the appropriate word, Virginboy!" called out the blonde as he saw the other man gasp like a fish, yell at him and then run off from view. Hearing the man thunder down the stairs, he tightened his fist and jerked twice more, groaning as he came over his chest. As he caught his unneeded breathe, he wiped himself off with a shirt grabbed from the floor. He was curious as to what the other man had wanted, no one ever came up to his floor except his Sire and that was when his room needed cleaning. Woosley was still pretty nervous around him even after having to sit together in the same office as Spike made hand written copies of the books that the watcher had wanted to buy but had only managed to borrow for a while.

It had been boring so the blonde had tried to make the time pass quicker by starting to harass the other male with questions as to why he was still a virgin and did he want some help with getting plucked. After a while they had ceased to make Woos squirm in discomfort and he had moved onto the big guns of how did he want Angel to take his arse and could he watch when it happened. It was after those questions that his Sire had decided that Spike had finished his punishment for stealing Wesley's credit card. He had, however, still been confined to his room.

In whingeing and complaining, he had gotten himself only confined to the hotel premises which had left him clear to start harassing Angels employees again and bribing Doyle into getting him alcohol, not that the half breed had needed to be bribed much. He had continued to offer Wes assistance with getting a leg over because every time they went near each other, he could smell a slight hint of arousal on the quiet man.

Thoughts pondered for a while, he made the decision to see what the watcher had wanted to speak to him about. A quick rummage through his clothes produced a somewhat less dirty shirt than the rest and after putting it on with the thought that it was good humans didn't have vamp's smell capacity, he headed off down the stairs to find Wesley.

Following the smell of arousal the other man had left trailing after him like neon beacons, Spike was disappointed to find the door locked and the scent of recent cum tainting the air. With an inward leer, he was pleased that he had been the one to start it even if he had not been there to see it. A couple of loud bangs on the door later, saw it opened to reveal a flushed male grappling to put his glasses back on.

Pushing past the protesting man, Spike barely looked around the book filled room wondering why the stupid sod just didn't use another room as a library after all it was a hotel and there were still heaps of unfilled ones.

"Mmmm, smells great Wes. What are you wearing? Is that the new Eau De Wanke?" sniggered the blonde as the rogue demon hunters face turned the red up a notch.

Plonked on the bed, the smaller man watched as Wesley tried to think of an answer to the question.

"No..um, er. Just shut up!" commanded the embarrassed male. "What do you want and can you please leave?"

"Came to ask you what *you* wanted before, must be important for you to come up and see me?" replied the vampire as he suggestively rubbed his upper thigh much to the horror of Wesley who was trying not to look.

Wesley's brow furrowed in thought of how he could put the question to the blonde currently stretching himself out on his bed. Deciding that the direct approach was probably the only way to go, he went for it.

"Did you lie when you said you smelt Xander at the brothel earlier this year?" demanded the Watcher.

"Oi! I haven't said anything about that for ages and if this is a ploy for you to get the Poof to bash me, well, I don't bloody like it!" snapped Spike, annoyed that one of the few occasions he had actually been telling the truth and disbelieved, was being brought up again. "What do you ask that for again?"

Wesley found himself being eyed suspiciously, glad that the vampire hadn't actually left yet. Explaining that he had found a new bookstore with a limited supply of reading material dedicated to the occult and various things he researched, he told the bored male that he had read of a truth spell and wanted to do it on Spike before offering it's services to any of Angel's up and coming missions.

"So, you want to see if it's a dud or not,is that right? said Spike still eyeing the watcher warily from his position of being sprawled onto the bed. "What do I get out of it?"

"Giles didn't think that you lied, Angel told him that it was without a doubt that you did and he believed Angel. I just want to see if it works or not."

"Yeah, that's bloody great because like *I* said from the start, the whelp is a poof and likes his boys young. What do I get out of it though?" monotoned the vampire with bored expression on his face. He knew full well that he had told the truth but it was a shock to find out the the older watcher had believed him. It was so like his Sire to not see anything bar what he wanted to whether it was correct or not.

After telling the blonde that he would get the satisfaction of seeing Angel in a major "woe is me" tantrum and having the younger vampire roll around on the bed in laughter, he got the necessary ingredients ready for the spell.

*****
Part 12:

Sometime in 2001

On shaky legs, Xander turned away from Randall and positioned his upper body on the cool mattress, feet wide apart on the concrete floor, arse in easy access for the older man. After what seemed like day's of a steadily dwindling supply of water that wasn't even enough to begin with, he couldn't believe that it had come to this. That he would voluntarily offer himself for a full glass of water but here he was, legs spread and arse in the air waiting for Randall to violate him again.

He had been offered the choice of either never having water again or letting this happen. He was deeply ashamed that it had taken him less than five minutes to make up his mind. The descion had been made after his last plastic cup had held not even a mouthful. Xander felt like he was on fire, his body was so dry. His skin was scaly and flaking from the lack of moisture, tongue swollen again. Once shiny locks of hair now limp and greasy. Every time he moved, his mind spun with the effort. It hadn't really been a choice.

Eyes screwed shut when he felt soft touches along his back and buttocks, he hoped that it wouldn't hurt as badly as it had before. A deep voice was murmuring something and he tried to concentrate on what was being said but it was hard. Cool liquid was swirled around his hot opening, gentle fingers rubbed it around and just inside of him.

"Good boy Scott, relax and it won't hurt, ok?"

A dry grunt made itself known in the small room in response to the question. The brunette was anxious to have it over and done with in return for his promised reward, three cups of water.

"It's alright, you don't have to answer. Just think of the water. Mmmm, sounds like heaven, three cups all for you."

Small whimper and he felt a finger being inserted into him, it stung but with the wet stuff surrounding the digit, it wasn't too bad. Another finger and Xander started to tense up again, prompting Randall to stroke along his spine in long smooth motions. In and out the fingers went, occasionally twisting from side to side in an effort to stretch him.

"Your doing so well Scott, I'm proud of you. I can see you getting a room with a shower really soon, maybe in the next few days if you keep up with this attitude towards work."

Three fingers inside of him now and he had his hands twisted in the thin blanket in response to the increase of discomfort radiating from his backside. Randall was being gentle with him and taking his time to prepare him, he knew that but he couldn't care less at the moment, he had only one thing on his mind and that was the ever present thought of water. Any minute now, the pain would hit when the digits were replace with something a lot bigger.

"If you're this good for me tomorrow, after we have finished, I'll see about that new room for you. Would you like that Scott?"

Nod and a grunt that turned into a moan as the fingers were pulled out with a slick slurp, Xander knew that he was about to hurt again. Unable to stop himself tensing up again, he started to dry heave as the older man pushed into him with his blunt head. Teeth gritted as he was filled with an organ much bigger and wider than the three fingers, he rolled his head from side to side in an effort to clear the stars from his watering eyes.

"It's alright, sshhh, sshh. Come on Scott, don't get upset. Breathe, that's it! Just breath and it won't hurt as much."

Xander felt like vomiting, he could feel himself getting filled with each thrust from the older man while being patted along his spine in an attempt to get him calmed down. It was hurting so much, he couldn't understand why people did this for fun. Thrusts speeding up and he was unable to stop the dry grunts from coming out. God, he just wanted it over with, why was it taking so long?

"Almost done, just about there Scott. Such a good boy. I really like you, so glad that I got you and no-one else did."

Rubbing his face into the mattress in an effort to stop the salty tears from stinging his dry face, the youth was unable to unclench his hands from around the thin covering. One, two, three and four more solid thrusts against his flesh and he felt his muscles tighten around the spasming cock in his arse. Warmth shooting up into him as Randall loudly announced that he had finished. Breathless as the heavier man collapsed onto his hot back, Xander wondered if the extra weight would suffocate him before he got his reward for being so good.

Not daring to move in case Randall changed his mind about the water, the dry younger man waited. He felt so dirty and humiliated that he had allowed this to happen to him again. None of the others would have let this happen to them, of that, he was sure. A loud whimper dragged out of him as he felt the flaccid penis slide out of his tender hole. Xander wasn't sure that he could move without collapsing onto the floor but he wanted that water so badly.

"Wait there Scott, I'll clean you up in a minute alright, then you can have some water" stated the white haired man, sliding out of the exhausted youth and reaching into a coat pocket for an ever present packet of baby wipes. He was pleased at how well the new boy was responding to training. Scott was taking a little longer than normal due to his smart mouth and tendency to kick at the door once he had enough fluids in him to get him energised, but he had decided not to completely take the smartness out of him. It was one of the traits that had been so attractive when viewing the video of recent stock that had been acquired for sale.

Randall wiped at his blood coated penis, cleaning the remanents of cum from his length while looking fondly at his latest possession. He liked all his boys but this one was special, he had been Hellmouth born and raised which made him all the more special. Sure, he was older than the usual demand but in a few weeks, it wouldn't be a problem anymore as his last 3 purchases had found out.

Walking over to the still boy lying half on the mattress, he gently stroked the limp hair from the forehead, disappointed to find that the youth had passed out. With a shrug, he lifted Scotts legs fully onto the bunk and covered him with the blanket after managing to untangle the tight hands. Finger run along one of the bracelets, he was once again thankful for finding the strange metal. He had no idea how it worked but somehow it stopped the ageing process on some of his boys.

A few soft knocks on the solid door and he was let out of the room by one of his trusted employees. After telling Walter to organise three cups of water, new toilet roll and a bowl of porridge, he set off down the white hallway. Passing the three other learning cells that doubled for confinement rooms, he thought back to when one of his best clients had gifted a favourite boy with two bracelets and a matching necklace made from an odd silver like metal. Randall had only been in the business of providing pleasure via others for a few years and normally discouraged those sort of things. He wanted his boys loyal to him not the customers.

Jeremy had been one of his favourites as well and had given in after a long pouting session by the boy. It had been years until they had noticed that Jeremy wasn't developing like a 23 year old should have been. At first they had thought that it was just good bloodlines on both parents sides but when his still looked like a 16 year old at 25, they had put their heads together but had been unable to come up with anything. After Jeremy had been accidently killed by a client who was "chastised", he had given the jewellery to another boy who had aged normally as did the ones who followed until 13 years ago, he had given it to a boy who still hadn't aged beyond his 18 years.

Excited but confused, he finally put it down to the jewellery and had questioned the client closely about the mysterious jewellery. He had sit there astounded by tales of a "mouth of hell" that was situated in a small town in California. If the ageing client hadn't been such a good customer, he would have told him not to come back. In all, it was told that the boy was probably from around the area and that the metal was just reacting to the residual magic that was lying dormant in his cells.

Sitting in his chair while absently fingering colour schemes for Scotts new room, Randall let his mind drift back to the day he had finally accepted that there were such things as demons and other sorts of things walking around as normal looking human beings. A map produced and pins stuck in where the boys who had each worn the jewellery were born, there were only two pins standing right in the middle of the supposed Hellmouth, Jeremy and the current wearer of the jewellery. Astounded, the brothel owner was beside himself with thoughts of a whole stable of never aging boys.

Desperate he had asked for some more jewellery from the client and had offered to pay huge amounts of money when he had been stopped by the question of how he would find such willing boys to wear it. He hadn't thought of an answer right away and had thought about it all night those five long years ago. Randall had come to the conclusion that it was business and in the end, it was sink or swim and swim was what he decided to do. He had begged the client to provide him with some more when finally after giving in, the other man had revealed himself to be a regular at a bar where Randall could get some help in what he wanted.

So to the bar he had gone and spend weeks and lots of money before anyone would talk to him. He had been approached by a green scaly creature asking what he wanted with livestock from the Hellmouth. Not going into details, he had explained that he wanted unique boys to work at his place of business. He had been relieved when told that there was already a small ring who stole boys around the area. Apparently it had only been started up a few years ago due to the increase of demons who wanted to have humans for a night without the bother of killing and disposing of the body the next morning.

To avoid suspicion, the ring only took as many as 10 boys a year from the Hellmouth. Asked why, the demon had explained that although the general population had decided to ignore the local creatures, it had been found that the ones from Sunnydale didn't freak out as much when confronted with various demons, therefore they were more valuable in the trade and less likely to die of fright during an act. Randall had expressed his interest in buying at least two boys a year if the price was right. Aghast when told that the starting price was usually 45 grand for used goods not from the Hellmouth, he had sat for a few minutes before agreeing when he contemplated how much he could make from them in the future.

Excited, he had rushed home and worked at setting up a brothel just housing the boys from Sunnydale and after months of work and many compromises, he had opened Eternal. A normal male brothel to anyone else but with two sets of workers, normal prostitutes that ranged in age from the legal 18 to 45 and another set that never got seen except by a few regulars that paid through the nose and his new demon clientele. He couldn't afford to stock entirely from Sunnydale for the demons so he also bought cheap used goods from his new contacts and polished them up with a few lessons in manners and various body treatments before reselling them to a video company that made speciality tapes once they had gone round the block a few times on the demon side.

Finally Randall picked a soft warm pumpkin with lighter tones to co ordinate Scotts room. He wanted his special boys to be as comfortable as possible during their stay at Eternal. Startled out of his thoughts when the phone rang, he was relieved to find out that Scott had drunk the water and had finished the porridge in full. Thanking Walter for the upgrade in the new boys situation, he hung up and quickly dialled out of the office to make preparations for the decorating to begin. Only using a couple of Ertqug demons to do it as they could be relied upon to do the job with out telling everybody, Randall felt himself get hard when his mind shifted to the thought of taking Scott again the next day.

*****
Part 13:

22 April 2004

Buffy was frustrated. All the time that Angel and the L.A. team had put into watching Eternal and still nothing. They still hadn't tried the direct route of just going up with a photo of Xander and asking if he paid for sex with other men.

She had been sure that the blonde vampire was lying but after Wesley had personally driven down with Spike in tow and had performed the spell once again with everyone around, Buffy had been forced to admit that for once, the vampire was telling the truth.

Everyone had been shocked at the thought of Xander being gay. They couldn't understand why he had chosen to just disappear instead of coming out. Anya had taken the news really badly, crying that he had probably been scared of how she would have reacted. Gunn had had to eventually take her home and later to the hospital with false labour pains.

Of course, it was sneers and "I told you so" all round from the bleached blonde. This time it was Tara who almost staked him with a chopstick clutched tightly in a fist, being held back by a snarling Gunn.

It had been decided to just watch the brothel to see if he bounded up the stairs to rent a service. Angel, Wesley, Doyle and even Cordelia had been watching the entrance round the clock since the truth spell had first been performed in L.A. almost a month ago and nothing had happened.

Hair pushed back into a ponytail, the petite blonde fixed the collar on her new cream shirt. She was going down to help take over the watching for a while along with Willow and Tara. Riley was too busy helping Gunn decorate the nursery for the any day birth of the twins. She shuddered at the names that the couple were arguing over. Gunn wanted African American names which were semi alright but Anya wanted traditional demon names that were virtually unpronounceable.

Smoothing down the dark blue jacket and matching slacks, Buffy admired her reflection in the full length mirror in the master bedroom. Riley had finally persuaded her to move in with him only a few months ago along with one of his old Initative friends, Graham who rented out the spare bedroom. They weren't entirely by themselves but it would do for the moment as they sorted out the quirks of living together. She was looking forward to seeing Cordy and the others again especially Angel.

She just wished that it was under better circumstances. It was funny how just one thing like a friend disappearing turned everything on it's ear. Apart from Xander still being missing, everything was perfect. Anya and Gunn were great together, she and Riley were settling down and enjoying a new step in their relation ship. Cordy was getting married in a few months to a half demon, someone that wouldn't have rated a look when she had lived in Sunnydale which just proved how much everyone had matured since high school. Even Angel had finally started to make ever so subtle moves on Wesley.

Buffy fully admitted that she was shocked that the lanky ex-watcher had been the one on her old boyfriends mind but after Angel had explained it to her, she could see the attraction. Wesley himself, was no longer the stuck up prim and proper man who had tried to throw his weight around so long ago in Sunnydale. Angel was a nurturer at heart and even though Wes had more confidence with himself, he still needed to be taken care of as far as the protective vampire was concerned.

Giggling to herself as she recalled her weekly phone calls to Cordelia, she wondered when the tall brunette would finally stop dancing around and just ask his employee out. According to the wannabe actress, the two men were throwing out attraction signals at almost every opportunity but they were both two shy and insecure to do anything about it. The only one who was getting any pleasure from the painful dance was Spike, who delighted in making suggestions to Wesley and then rubbing Angels nose in it.

A loud honk from downstairs told her that Willow and Tara were waiting for her in the driveway. Bag grabbed along with the new flyers featuring a touched up image of Xander, she bounded down the stairs making sure that she grabbed her keys from the door and didn't lock everybody out like she had last time.

Broad smiles all round and the blonde threw her bag into the backseat, clambering after it. Willow, squealing in excitement, pulled out of the driveway and started off down the street. Watching the houses go by as the red head babbled about something while Tara just nodded along, Buffy wondered where her old friend was and thought about the massive stack of road trip snacks he would have brought along. She missed him and his unique sense of humour that always guaranteed a laugh no matter how bad the joke was. She couldn't believe how the time was flying, over three years he had been missing now. Didn't matter though, they would find him one day, of that she was sure.

Turning her attention back to the excitement that was brimming over from the front seats, she joined in on the conversation of just how they should use the time to get Angel and Wesley together permantley.

*****
Part 14:

Sometime in 2001

"You want me to what?" questioned an astounded brunette.

"Suck me off" replied a calm Randall. He stood naked in front of Scott who was on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back. Randall could see the boy fighting with himself. Scott was offering himself pretty much voluntarily just for water and it was time to introduce new aspects to the pretty lad. He already had customers expressing their interest even with the youth being only half trained. He had flashed around a video of Scott during Speciality Night and had been pleased at the response he had gotten from some of the regulars.

Randall was amused, he had thought that now Scott was getting used to how things worked, he would just open up and say ahhh. Apparently not. As much as the brothel owner liked the attitude on the boy, it wasn't going to be easy to get him to do this. Maybe half trained was being a bit optimistic, might just have to reduce the water from one cup to smaller quantities again.

"Don't make it hard on yourself Scott, you do this and I'll have you moved into a room so that you can have a shower, ok?" gently prompted the older man, looking down as Xander kneeled with jaws clenched together tightly and shaking his head. "Fine, have it the hard way then. Stay there like that until you ask to do it"

Xander knelt where he was, in shock as Randall slowly put his clothes own and with one last glance back, strode out of the small room. Door slammed shut and the brunette was left alone once more with his thoughts. He really didn't want to put his mouth anywhere near another mans penis especially one that had been inside of him. Hell, he didn't even want to have anything up him but he was frightened that he wouldn't get his water anymore if he didn't go through with it.

With tears rolling down his face, the brunette knew that it was only a matter of time until he asked to blow the older man. After all, it wasn't that much more than bending over was it? It just seemed like it was so much more personal than what he was already doing. So far, he had lay there and tried to think of other things while Randall went through him but with this, he would actually have keep his mind on it.

He was in desperate need of a shower and a room with one provided was sounding really great, almost right up there with the water promise, another 3 cups if he sucked on Randall's cock. His water had been reduced again to only one cup a day and it was the promise of if he kept bending over, he would continue to get liquids. Shoulders shaking as the sobs wracked his tired body, Xander was humiliated to catch himself thinking that it might not be so bad, after all Anya really liked giving it at times.

Xander hadn't expected to be handcuffed again. When Randall had told him to kneel facing away from the door, he had done it with out thinking. He had started screaming when he felt two pairs of hands grab at him only seconds before a bag was placed over his head again. Hands forced behind him and strapped together with wide cuffs, he had been left with the bag on for only a few minutes until Randall had come into the room. Trying to soothe him, the older man had taken the hood off and stroked at his shoulders and neck until the screams had died down into a whimper. That was when he had been asked to suck the naked man off.

Head hung in defeat, Xander just wanted the inevitable over with. Hiccups bouncing off the solid walls, he tried to gather his breathe until he was calm enough to call back the older man. It surely couldn't be that bad, could it? He had already gone all the way with Randall, what was a bit of added extras for his rapist? Bitter laugh echoing around the room, he licked his dry lips and gathered his courage.

"Randall, I'll do it" whispered a tired brunette. He really hoped that no-one from Sunnydale found out about it. Only he, Xander Lavelle Harris could get into a situation like this. It was to a point where he would welcome Spike with open arms if he came through the door. He just couldn't understand why he had been taken and was being made to do these humiliating things.

Voice raised a bit, he informed the four walls that he would do it. Jumping at the sound of Randall 's voice filling the small room, he waited on sore knees.

"Well done Scott, I knew that you were smart and would do the right thing soon enough"

Tears streaming again, Xander listened as the door opened and his captor cast a light shadow on the wall as he stepped through the door way. He flinched at the soft touch on his lank hair, Randall coming around to stand in front of him, crotch directly in his face.

"It's alright, don't cry Scott. It's pretty easy to do, not hard at all. You'll like it soon enough anyway" came the soothing voice as a zipper was slowly undone before a youths wide eyes.

Yeah, right I will! thought the brunette, feeling his stomach starting to heave. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this! Lips licked, he stared at the hard length only inches away from his face. What do I do, just open up? Xander dry retched as the leaking tip was brushed against his lips, twisting his head away from Randall 's steadying hand.

"Don't do that! You will do this and that is final, whether I have to get someone in to help you do it, remains to be seen!" snapped the older man, slowly pumping his erect penis. Damn, the sooner Scott did this, the sooner the boy could be clean again. He was really starting to get on his nose. One hand placed on the dark head again, fingers twisted through the hair just tight enough to give a hint, he placed his cock just before the sobbing boys mouth.

More humiliated at the thought of someone else other than Randall seeing him do this, Xander opened his mouth slightly as the hard length approached. Trying not to gag as it entered his mouth, he hesitantly closed his lips over the hot head. With just the head in his mouth, the brunette wiggled his tongue underneath the penis just like Anya used to. Valiantly trying to ignore the soft swear words and grunts coming from the man standing infront of him, he allowed more of the length to fill him as it was pushed forward, choking when it hit the back of his throat.

"Ok, sorry. We'll do that later. Just make me cum this time, fancy stuff can come later." panted the older man as the heaving male moved his mouth backwards and forwards over his throbbing penis.

Ignoring his stinging cheeks as his tears made their way down them, the horrified youth started to suck at the horrible tasting essence leaking from the twitching head. Xander was really hoping that Randall pulled out before it reached that stage, he was pretty sure that he would vomit his last meal if he had to swallow cum. His hair grasped tighter, he tried not to dry retch too much as the length was shoved in and out of his open mouth. After what seemed like a good five minutes, his mouth already sore from being stretched open for so long, Xander felt the his hair grasped so tightly he was sure some was being pulled out.

Randall had two fist fulls of the lank hair as he increased his thrusts into the hot mouth below him, he was almost ready to cum. He had no intention of getting Scott to swallow just yet but he was excited by the thought. Pulling out of the gagging youths mouth, he pumped twice, emptying himself onto the brunettes face, neck and heaving chest. With the one hand still wrapped in the dark hair, he rubbed his cock into the struggling boys face, spreading the thick cum so that it covered every inch of the exposed skin.

"Good boy! I'm so proud of you Scott, I told you it was easy didn't I?" beamed Randall, leaving the boy to collapse sideways onto the concrete as he retched his breakfast up. "Come on, don't be silly. You'll choke it you do that" Mildly annoyed, he dragged the brunette across towards the toilet and held the still vomiting boy's head over the bowl. After the heaves dried up, he ordered Scott to stay where he was. Wiping himself off and doing up his zipper, he opened the door and gestured for the employee waiting outside to hand him back the black bag.

Smell ignored, the older man walked back over to the distressed youth and with one swift movement, shoved the bag back over his head. Screams of panic dismissed, Randall got the waiting employees to take one side each and get the boy to his feet in readiness to be moved to the room he had just earnt for himself.

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