*****

The scene unfolded like a picture on screen. The blonde vamp sauntered up to the Anointed one, and spoke full of vigor and self-importance. "I hear you got a slayer problem?" He spoke in a cocky tone. "You know what I find works best with slayers? Killing them." Full game face, teeth bared, the blonde vamp gave a cocky grin. A movement to the left caught his attention as a young vamp came forward, obviously Childer, as he had a human mask firmly in place.

"You think you got what it takes to kill the slayer?" The young man spoke harshly to the blonde vamp. Puffed up on his own self importance, but still his stance was that of casual disregard. "Many have tried, and more than that are sucked up in dust busters when she's through." The dark haired vamp grinned. Turning his back on the blonde vamp he turned to the Anointed one. "You know, that the only course of action should be to keep her busy, until the feast of Saint Vigeous has come and gone, then there will be nothing she can do."

The blonde vamp stealthily made his way up behind the dark haired vamp, catching him unawares; he bowled him over, pressing his face to the floor. "Sod off mate, I don't believe I was done talking to the bloke." He growled out between his tightly clenched fangs, keeping the struggling man pressed to the ground. "Little bit of a whelp like you shouldn't interrupt you're elders." Glancing up at the anointed one, the blonde vamp stated smugly. "Killed two slayers before I have. I don't like to brag. oh who am I kidding. I love to brag, killed them I did, and their blood flows in my veins now." Keeping one hand firmly secured around the younger's throat, keeping him bent to the ground, he finally introduced himself. "Spikes the name, and I can take care of that little slayer problem you've got. You can smell me if you like mate, you can tell the masters blood runs in my veins. What more proof do you need that I can handle it? Bloodline papers of pedigree?" Spike growled out. The struggling vamp beneath his hand had the audacity to speak again.

"She killed the master, what does that say for you." His words suddenly cut off as the toe of a scuffed dock martin slammed into his mouth.

"Enough whelp. Either I help or I don't, don't make much difference to me." Spike trailed of as he looked at the anointed one, letting his sentence hang in the air. Waiting for a reply.

"Kill the slayer and you shall have anything you desire." The anointed one spoke slowly. "Fail. and you will burn." Having given his decree the anointed one slowly went to leave the main hall. "In a gesture of good faith. you may take the one you hold, he is yours, favored childe of Willow, daughter of The Master. He is childer, but insolent, see you teach him manners." With that the anointed one left the chamber.

Spike kept his hand wrapped around the whelp's throat. "Well what do you think of that mate? Mine huh? Manners." Spike trailed off at the last words left his mouth. "I don't have any. but I do believe a proper slave should." Spike grinned as he let go of the vamp at his feet, standing upright; he stared down at the dark head bent towards his feet. "Well whelp. you got a name?" Spike growled low.

"Xander. The names Xander not Whelp." Xander spoke between clenched teeth keeping his eyes properly down, although tension radiated through his back and shoulders.

"Well Whelp. show me to the sleeping quarters. I think its time we had that lesson in. manners."

*****
Part 2:

Xander fell to his knees just past the doorway of his room. Thrown there by Spike. Xander felt a growl emanate from deep in his throat, rumbling upwards, as he finally raised his face to glare at the older Vampire. "I am favored. you have no right." Spikes Doc Marten kicking him harshly in the mouth cut off Xander's voice.

"Lesson one whelp, do not speak unless I tell you to." Spike spoke low, no trace of inflection in his voice, the words softened by his north London accent. Xander just continued to glare. Spike shook his head and turned to the minion standing in the doorway. "Wrist and ankle cuffs, a dog whip, and the whip the master used to favor, the one with the leather thongs attached." Spike broke out curtly, issuing the order like he had every right. His arrogance and strong tone, earned him immediate obedience. Turning back to Xander, Spike smirked down at the still kneeling Vampire. "Well, Whelp, looks like you're gonna learn the rules. my rules. Obey them or, suffer the consequences." Spike's voice still remained soft, impassive, no trace of any emotion in it, more like he was performing a chore, than training a new slave. Shrugging his shoulders he took of his duster and tossed it over a chair.

He wore a shoulder hugging black t-shirt and black jeans that rode low on his hips. Xander's eyes traveled down his thin, solid frame, taking in the raw sexuality the older vamp radiated, even while standing perfectly still. Xander's eyes began to glow hotly, as he became aroused, lowering his eyes, in pretended subservience, Xander plotted, endlessly, in his mind, on how to get the upper hand. How to get the older Vamp struggling and moaning beneath him, beneath his body, his hands, his aching cock. at that thought the appendage in question began to throb loudly, painfully on borrowed blood, making its presence known and felt. Smelling his own arousal, Xander glanced up fearfully to meet the twinkle in Spikes eyes.

"Soo. whelp, looking at me gives you a happy does it? Good, I expect you to stay that way from now on. That's rule number one pet, stayin hard at all times. Rule number two, no cumming, at all. without permission first." Spike grinned outright at this statement, thinking back to all the times he'd messed up on that one, the many nights. Spike cut that thought off abruptly letting it hang.

"Enough talk whelp. We're gonna get right to the lessons, and fuck the talk. You'll learn as you go and if you don't." Spike let his words trail off as the minion scurried back into the room with all the things Spike had asked for. Spike pushed the minion towards the door, and the minion scurried just as hurriedly out, closing the door softly behind him. "Hands and knees whelp!" Spike thundered unexpectedly. Xander looked up startled, but did not move; in point of fact he didn't move a muscle. Spike marched over to Xander and placing his hand on the back of Xander's neck he shoved him roughly forward, so the younger vamp had no course but to catch himself on his hands or fall on his face.

"Spread you're legs a little further!" Spike barked again, but once again Xander did not move to comply, although he did not struggle to stand. Spike used his booted heal to spread Xander's knees apart, which in turn caused Xander's back to arch slightly, his ass sticking out in the air. "This is hands and knees position. Do not get up, on you're feet without permission. My permission." Spike waited a second or two for a response and upon receiving none, he barked again, "Get up whelp! Undress! I want to see the. gift I've been given. Inspect the goods if you will." Spike smirked as the smell of arousal off the younger vamp became overpoweringly strong. Xander, not moving quickly enough to suit Spike, received a sharp kick to the underside of his ribs. "MOVE!" Spike thundered, and then sat in the chair, as Xander finally stood slowly and began to obey.

*****
Part 3:

Xander began slowly removing his black silk shirt unbuttoning each button quickly. Stopping when Spikes voice broke in.

"Slowly. do it slowly." Spike leaned back into the chair, removing a cig from his duster pocket. Lighting it up he inhaled the fragrant smoke and exhaled slowly.

Xander stared for a moment, then continued on, unbuttoning the shirt slower, exposing one bare inch of skin at a time. Just as slowly he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders letting it slide down his arms to fall in a heap on the floor. Moving his hands down to the button of his fly, he undid it and the zipper with a loud his, turning around he leaned forward sliding the pants down his legs, and stepping out of them. He was nude. No underwear. Turning back around, he faced Spike with a defiant look, his engorged cock standing proud against his muscled abdomen.

Spike stood letting the cig dangle from his lips. Walking over to Xander, Spike circled the younger vampire, letting his hands poke and prod certain places, the softening of weight at his hips, the flab on his thighs, the start of a double chin. "You need work whelp. Being immortal isn't any reason to let yourself go to pot. A week with me and we'll have you. fit for a master." Spike grinned as he inhaled once again on his cig, blowing the smoke directly into Xander's face. The grin disappeared from Spikes face when Xander failed to react. "Knees!" Spike barked, going over to the chair to retrieve the black handled whip. Turning he saw that Xander still stood, glaring defiantly at him. Stalking back, Spike moved as if to push Xander down again, but in an expert move, he swept the boys legs out from underneath him, Xander fell flat on his back. Spike brought the whip down on his Chest, leaving red welts. "When I give an order, BOY, you better damn well obey!" Spike growled, bringing the whip down again, this time drawing blood. The smell permeated the air, filling Spike with an overwhelming blood lust. Arousal and blood mixed in the air in a heady aroma. "Now knees boy. Don't make me tell you again." Watching with satisfaction as Xander slowly righted himself, and took the position on his knees. Spike brought the whip down on Xander's back. "Hands behind you're head, arch that pretty back boy!" Without giving Xander a chance to reply Spike brought the whip down again. Xander shoved his arms up behind his head, his arms bulging with the effort not to attack, not to defend.

Spike brought the whip down, lashing Xander's back with raised red wheels, setting into a steady rhythm soon, blood began to wash slowly down Xander's back, but he had not made a single sound. Spike continued, opening up the skin, until there wasn't a single inch of unshredded skin. Finally after a goodly length of time, Xander finally hissed out in pain, moving into the whip strokes, pushing himself against them, seeking them.

"That's it whelp, learn to love the whip, that's lesson number one." Spike broke off as Xander suddenly launched himself forward onto his hands and knees, away from the kiss of the whip. "I didn't say you could move boy!" Spike growled out, swiftly kicking Xander in the same tender spot on his ribs.

"No more. That's enough, you've shredded me, dead boy!" Xander barked right back, his arms trembling to hold his weight, weakened by the loss of blood. "How do you expect me to submit to you, fanged wonder, if I pass out from blood loss?" Xander quipped harshly. Grunting when Spikes boot caught him in the ribs again, the force knocking him off his hands and knees and onto his side on the floor.

"It's not you're place to question me boy. Since this is our first time together," Spike smirked at his own words, "I'll explain it. You're gonna learn to love my whip. You're gonna learn to ask for it. You're gonna learn to ask for anything that I do to you, and you're gonna miss it when I don't. You'll crave everything from me, and soon, you'll need me for everything. That is the lesson I'm gonna teach you."

Xander looked up Spike a look of pure hatred flying across his face. "My sire won't let you." Xander spoke confidently.

"A sires job is to see that their Childer are trained as they should be, and Childer should always be subservient until they have become masters themselves. She should have taught you this, and if the git didn't. then she's not a good enough Sire. Not for an insolent lazy bloke, such as yourself. You need a firm hand boy. One I just happen to have." Spike stared down at Xander his determination glowing in his crystalline blue eyes. "Learn your lessons well boy, and someday, you may be master of your own clan. Don't. and you'll be dust afore long." Spike walked to the bed and lay down. Crossing his arms over his chest, and closing his eyes.

Xander was baffled. Laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, trembling and weak, he moved to the side of the bed, and peered at the restful vamp. Xander sighed, "May I get up on the bed to?" Xander ground the words out. Hating to ask.

"What are you to call me?" Spike spoke but did not open his eyes.

"May I get up on the bed to master?" Xander ground out after a moment's hesitation. The blood loss and weariness compelling him to sleep, to feed. Sleep first. Feed later.

"You may. Lay at my feet. Slaves should always be lower than their masters." Spike still had not opened his eyes. Speaking softly and low, barely moving his lips, Spike waited to see if Xander would comply. Feeling the bed give with Xander's weight, Spike felt Xander's cold form settle against his feet. Waiting a moment or two for Xander to get comfortable, Spike finally allowed himself to sleep.

Xander lay there for a while fuming. The dried blood on his skin, was itchy and uncomfortable, and the gnawing hunger in the pit of his stomach was making his eyes water. Finally after tossing and turning for awhile, Xander fell asleep with the thought, that Willow would rescue him later, then he could return to her arms, and the pain she knew how to inflict.

*****
Part 4:

Xander went to roll over in his sleep, to get closer to the cool length pressing upon him, but found himself unable to move. Slowly opening his eyes, he drew an unneeded breath into his lungs at the face looming above him. Quickly morphing into vamp face, Xander bared his fangs and struggled to rise.

"Easy now pet. I've brought you breakfast in bed. Want you to heal. all pretty like." Spike trailed his finger down Xander's face leaving a trail of blood as he went, having sliced him with the sharp edge of a fingernail. Leaning in Spike licked the dripping blood away. "MMMM. you taste. almost virginal." Spike smirked as Xander began to struggle harder. Smirking even more so, when Xander realized he was chained to the bed. Spike looked down at the trapped Xander, as the boys human mask slipped quickly into place. "You'll learn you're place soon enough whelp." Spike threw the young girl down on the helpless vamp. The girl offered up her neck, so Xander could see the previous bite marks placed there.

Xander sniffed, and smelled Spike all over the girl. "You've eaten first! I won't eat your leftovers!" Xander exclaimed loudly, but still the girl did not move. She remained prostrated, submissive even in the face of Xander's wrath.

"You will eat!" Spike stalked back to the bed on an angry growl. "Whatever I give you. you will eat, or you will starve!" Spike growled menacingly. Spike shoved the girls pulsing artery against Xander's mouth. Watching until Xander's Vamp face slid slowly into place, and Xander took a tentative bite. Taking slow sips of the willing girl pressed against him. Xander's eyes met Spikes over the girls shoulder, and held them as he obeyed.

"You're finally learning you're place whelp. Maybe there's hope for you yet." Spike smirked down at the feeding Xander, keeping eye contact as the whelp drank. "Do not drain her. she's a steady source of food meant to be cherished." Spike drew the girl away from Xander's questing mouth and back against his solid form. Watching the trail of blood course down Xander's chin. Keeping the girl firmly pressed against him, Spike leaned forward and licked the trail of blood away. "She tastes good on you." Spike broke off on a growl, at the yellow eyes peering up into his own. "You know her taste don't you boy?" Spike smirked at Xander, pressing the girl firmly against his side. "She's one from you're past." Spike grinned at the girl. "Run along Cordelia, Willow will want you back soon." Spike gave the girl a firm pat on the butt to send her on her way. Looking back at the angry Xander, an idea came into Spikes head. "You haven't fought me yet whelp, you're acting very submissive, yet I see the fire burning in your eyes. You want to fight, but what do you wait for? You're sire to come and save you?" Spike smirked before reaching for his cigs on the side table, lighting one quickly, and blowing a stream of smoke into the dank air. "She's not gonna you know. I've spoken to her, and you. she says you're a liability to her. You don't know you're place whelp, and with me, you'll learn." Spike smiled cruelly down at the now struggling Xander. "Fight all you want whelp. It'll make the taking so much more sweet."

Spike leaned forward and nuzzled his mouth against the crook of Xander's neck. Slowly sucking on the jugular. Using his blunt teeth, Spike scraped lightly across the tender skin. "You'll be fit for the strongest of masters when I'm done with you whelp. You'll be a master trained." Spike spoke lowly against Xander's skin.

Xander continued to struggle wildly against the Vamp pressed against him, but now fighting against the tide of desire building up inside him as well. Xander's eyes closed as he felt Spikes hands trail down his chest, caressing his cold flesh, with just the tips of his fingers. Xander struggled wildly against himself, but never one to deny himself for long, he slowly ceased to struggle, and began to press himself upwards against Spikes hands, seeking a stronger touch. His un-needed breath hitched in his throat, on a strangled gasp, when Spikes fingers trailed into the dark curls at the apex of his thighs. Xander's manhood stood strong and proud, evidence of his raging desire. Spike drew back from Xander's body, trailing his mouth along the younger vamps jaw line, finally settling his mouth on Xander's for a briefly passionate kiss. Finally drawing back fully, Spike stepped away.

"Today you learn to walk the ways of Childer, whelp. I have learned them and mastered them, and so shall you." Spike unlocked each of the manacles, helping the boy to sit. "Stay hard, whelp, no matter what I do to you, you better damn well stay hard." Spike glanced down at the boys erection pressing painfully against his abdomen, it flamed an angry red. "By the time we're done here, it'll be twice as painful, I'm sure, and twice as colored." Spike smirked again. "Now knees!" Spike barked. Watching as Xander stayed on the bed. Spike grabbed him firmly by the back of the neck, forcing him to the floor.

Xander finally fought back, quickly using Spikes own downward thrust, Xander moved his head to the side, letting Spikes momentum carry him to the floor, Xander was on him in an instant, his game face firmly fixed, as he pressed Spike against the floor. "I am not yours, I am not your whelp. You will not dominate me. no one dominates me!" Xander spoke harshly through clenched teeth. Moving in closer, Xander went to bite Spikes vulnerable neck, but as he moved closer for the bite, Spike bucked up onto his knees, knocking Xander back onto the floor. Spike stood and towered over the younger vamp.

Grinning evilly, Spike spoke in low tones, "I've been waiting for this moment Xander. That's the fire I wanted to see." Spike broke off as Xander once more came to his feet and straight at Spike. Spike swiftly sidestepped the charging boy, and sent his boot flying into his naked ass, sending him hurtling to the floor. Spike leapt on the prone vamp, turning him swiftly onto his back, Spikes game face peering down into Xander's own yellow eyes. Spike held Xander's hands above his head, keeping his legs firmly pressed to the ground with his own. "Time to taste that fire my boy." Spike slid his fangs into Xander's tender throat, piercing lightly at first, then baring down, until the sweet warmth of borrowed blood filled his mouth. Spike suckled until Xander ceased to struggle against him. Moving away, licking at the twin wounds, Spike lapped at the trickle of blood moving down Xander's throat. "Mine." Spike growled.

*****
Part 5:

Xander woke slowly, trying to move to alleviate the aching in his shoulders, finding himself unable to do so. Slowly opening his eyes, he raised them to stare at his manacled wrists closing his eyes once again he heaved a heavy sigh.

"Wot luv? Not comfy?" Spike quirked an eyebrow smirking down at the helpless vamp, "Don't really care pet. Seems to me, I've had you all of a day, and you're still not behaving the way I'd like you to whelp. If you knew your place, should be enough that I want you to behave that way, but you fight your nature. You fight who you are. Fight everything within yourself while, at the same time, reveling in it. Can't have it both ways pet, don't work that way." Spike grinned down at the now scowling vamp.

"So what? You're telling me you, of all people are gonna give ME a lesson in manners?" Xander snickered.

"Gonna give you more than a lesson in manners whelp," Spike growled, "Gonna give you the hardest lesson of all. A lesson in domination, and learning to like everything your master tells you to like, being eager to accept the whip." Spike grinned, thinking about Xander's bum red hot and squirming for his touch.

"May be a vamp fangboy, doesn't mean I'm gonna want YOU." Xander spat out between clenched teeth struggling with his bonds.

"Gonna see about that pet." Spikes voice had gone dangerously soft.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, and leaning over, Spike pulled a small wooden trunk from under the bed. Opening the metal catch he inspected the contents of the trunk. An evil grin spread over his face. all was in readiness for the next lesson in domination. Kill 'em with pleasure. Spike turned to look down at the struggling vamp beside him. "Whelp, you know I'll give you one more chance to back out and give in." Spike smirked knowing that Xander wouldn't budge. Hoping he wouldn't budge, what he had in mind was much too enjoyable to be delayed simply because the whelp chose to obey.

"Fuck you bleachboy!" Xander screamed in frustration, struggling wildly once more.

"I do believe I'm gonna fuck you before long whelp." Setting the trunk once more upon the floor, Spike rolled up his shirtsleeves, and dug into the stash of toys, pulling out a soft rubber butt plug.

Quickly Spike plunged his hand between Xander's legs, prying apart the clenched muscles, tearing and ripping at the soft ring of skin, until the blood began to flow freely, coating Xander's thighs and the bed beneath him. Spike didn't give Xander any time to find pleasure in the painful onslaught, quickly inserting the plug up to the hilt, shoving brutally until it was buried deep within the cold cavity of Xander's ass.

Xander threw his head back and moaned at the mix of pleasure and pain spreading through him, arching his hips, driving the jellied plug deeper within him, almost touching that sweet spot. Xander began to pant in soft unneeded breaths, his hips endlessly gyrating trying to soothe the ache.

Spike watched Xander's cock harden, using his own hand to hurry things along, pleased when Xander arched his aching dick into Spikes large palm, pumping against the slightly calloused skin there. Finally deciding that Xander was hard enough, Spike slipped a leather cock harness around Xander's cock and balls, drawing his balls up tight against his swollen member. Quickly lacing the thong up the shaft, until Xander's marble shaft was encased from bulbous head to aching sack in black leather. "There now pet, that should keep you from ending all my fun," Spike grinned down at the groaning Xander. "You gonna be a good boy if I undo the cuffs?"

Xander glared up at Spike defiantly, having trouble concentrating on anything but his aching dick. "Suck me off, then we'll talk bleachboy," Xander spat in Spikes face, grinning when he saw Spike's face lose all expression. Xander arched his hips trying to still the ache in his ass, his cock throbbing along painfully, his aching body setting up a grueling rhythm, he wasn't sure he could follow.

"Well, whelp, looks like you made your own bed, now lie in it." Spike grinned before standing to leave the room, firmly shutting the door behind him, ignoring Xander's indignant yell. "Bloody whelps gonna learn one way or another." Spike spoke with grim determination.

*****

Xander had been chained to the bed for what had seemed like days. His ass ached, throbbed around the phallus buried deep inside, and every time he moved to ease the aching, the damn cock twitched deep inside him, barely brushing his prostate, which immediately sent sparks up his aching cock, the pain was so intense he could no longer slip back into his human guise, his game face firmly in place, which only served to heighten all of his senses. He screamed he growled, he begged, and still he was left alone.

He had finally slipped into a fitful sleep, only to be awoken mere hours later, by a soft hand on his aching shaft. Arching quickly off the bed, and into the icy cold hand, his eyes flew open to meet intense cerulean blue ones. Xander didn't say a word.

"Well pet, you ready to stop suffering and give in?" Spike gave Xander the option, speaking softly into the still room, his voice a husky purr.

Xander didn't answer, staring in abject pain into Spike's blue eyes.

"You will answer me Whelp!" Spike growled his hand tightening on the aching member, causing Xander to gasp then growl.

"You didn't give me permission to speak!" Xander breathed out, flinching at the satisfaction in Spike's eyes.

"I still didn't give you permission Whelp!" Spike growled back, slapping Xander's aching cock quickly with a loud thwap. Xander groaned and growled, his teeth flashing and snapping in the darkness, blood quickly pooling on his lower lip as he broke skin.

Spike growled low, diving in to claim Xander's lips with his own, thrusting deep inside the icy cavern of Xander's mouth, drinking the blood, lapping at it, obliterating any trace of the tangy substance.

Spike slowly reached up, unlocking Xander's hands, before pulling away from the Whelp's mouth. Leaning down to unlock his feet Spike tensed and readied for the inevitable explosion. When none came, Spike drew Xander from the bed.

"Hands and knees Whelp. we'll see how well you learned your lesson." Picking up a large wooden paddle, Spike waited while Xander assumed the position. Taking aim, Spike slammed the paddle down onto the protruding plug. Listening as Xander tried to hold in his whimper's of pain but not quite succeeding, Spike brought the paddle down a second time with more force. Xander screamed.

"That's it Whelp. You don't need permission to scream for me. I want to hear you scream; I want to hear you beg. Beg for me Whelp." Spike panted as he brought the paddle down again and again, turning Xander's icy buttocks into a smoldering flame.

"P.please. Please make me cum. Spank me till I cum so hard, I forget everything but you. P. please." Xander gasped as the paddle hit the plug again, breaking his concentration as that magick place inside him was stimulated. "MASTER!" Xander screamed, still unable to cum, due to the leather encasing his cock.

Spike threw the paddle across the room, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his achingly hard cock. Tearing the butt plug out of Xander's flaming bottom, Spike thrust deep and hard, listening to Xander scream.

"Scream for me! You like being the bitch don't you, Little Whelp? You're gonna be my proper trained bitch for a long while, you and that tight ass of yours!" Spike ground out between clenched fangs, his control slipping as he pounded into the icy tightness of Xander's ass, blood coating his cock, and slowly trickling down Xander's legs, adding to the two vampire's lust.

"P.please Master, I need to. you need to." Xander was unable to finish his sentences, completely overwhelmed as Spike pounded into him, hitting his prostrate with every upward thrust.

Spike felt his peak approaching, reaching around the front of Xander, he commanded, "Push back against me, keep fucking your ass on my cock Whelp." Groaning as Xander thrust his hips backwards hard and fast, taking Spike deeper and deeper, his sphincter muscles contracting around Spike's shaft.

"That's it Whelp." Spike gasped out, as he reached for the leather thong securing the harness, strapped around the Whelp's hard length. Undoing the laces slowly, Xander felt all the blood rush to his aching cock. His orgasm soon followed, pulling deep from within him, painfully shattering his concentration. Knowing more punishment would come if Spike didn't get off at the same time, Xander squeezed Spike's cock with all his might. Milking the hard length buried inside him, he felt Spike stiffen, staying achingly still behind him. Xander still cumming felt Spike shoot his load deep inside his ass. Sighing in relief as he continued to cum, his arms giving out beneath him, as they fell into a heap on the floor.

"Well trained Whelp." Spike gasped out. "You'll be a bloody fucking star pet." Spike growled nipping at Xander's shoulder, but licking away the blood. "A bloody fucking star."

*****
Part 6:

Xander awoke to the kiss of the whip. Gracefully he arched his back into the blows, gasping for unneeded air, as the pain washed over him. The scent of blood quickly filling the air eliciting moans of pleasure in between the gasps of pain.

Spike stood behind Xander wielding the whip with deadly accuracy, never saying a word, absorbed in the task of bringing pleasure and pain.

"Beautiful Whelp!" Spike finally spoke, bringing the bloodied whip to rest against his thigh. "Bloody beautiful. You're skin comes up to meet the whip, kissing it, loving it, greeting it like a long lost lover." Spike sighed as he approached Xander's bloodied, torn back. Running his finger over one long bloodied gash, then licking his finger clean. "Just need to learn you some manner's whelp and you'll be ready to present to your Sire, and the Annoying one." Spike smirked as he felt Xander start. "Thought I was going to keep you all to myself pet?" Spike tensed his whole body; ready to leap when the explosion came.

"You are not showing me off." Xander ground out between clenched teeth. "I may submit to you, but I have no choice. I will not be humiliated in front of my SIRE!" Xander slowly tried to rise from the bed, pushing his hands beneath himself to push up.

"You will bloody well do as I say Whelp." Spike spoke quietly. "You're right when you say you have no choice but to submit to me. You will submit in all I desire, and if I want to parade you around in a leash and collar in front of all the minions I will do so." Spike's eyes flashed gold as he slammed Xander back down on the bed, pinning him down. "You need to learn some real manners Whelp."

Spike arose from the bed, going to sit in the chair in the corner. "Come." Spike spoke just as quietly, but his tone brooked no arguments. Xander slowly rose from the bed, walking over to Spike and kneeling between his legs.

As Xander's knees hit the floor, he immediately reached for the top button on Spike's jeans, flipping it quickly open, and sliding the zipper down, pulling out Spike's hardening length he took it into his mouth, and swallowed it down.

Spike gripped the back of Xander's head, holding him forcefully on the length of his cock. "Listen and listen well Whelp. You do not need to breath, so having me buried down your throat won't kill you, but it will get highly uncomfortable and painful after awhile, keeping you're jaw from clenching, and I swear if you bite, me I'll pull you're fangs." Still gripping Xander's head, Spike leaned back in the chair, pulling the hapless vamp with him.

Spike waited a moment to see if Xander would react, before turning his head toward the door, and yelling. "Get you're ass in here Peachus, told you he'd rebel." Spike smirked, as he felt the vamp around his cock begin to struggle. "Hold still pet, it's just my Sire, come to show you a few lessons I learned at his knee." Spike stroked Xander's head with one hand, while keeping him firmly in place with the other.

A tall dark and handsome man entered the room, dressed in black leather pants, and a red silk shirt. The man moved stealthily, like a panther on the hunt, sleek and deadly. Approaching the two figures intertwined on the chair, undoing his pants as he walked, pulling out his thick, hard cock, before grabbing Xander around the hips with one hand pulling him up and impaling him on the impossibly large shaft.

Xander tried to open his mouth wider to scream, but the vibrations from his tortured throat just drove Spike deeper down, and Xander convulsively swallowed.

"Ah Fuck pet. That's it, swallow me whole Whelp, and take it all from my Daddy. We're gonna give you some ma." Spike gasped as he felt Xander's fangs slide down, into his cock. "SIRE!" Spike gasped.

Angelus growled, pulling Xander back against his cock, before beginning to thrust viciously, ripping and tearing, the blood running down Xander's legs, splashing onto the carpet, staining it to the color of cheep wine. Without saying a word, Angelus pulled Xander's hips, up farther, lifting the young vamps feet off the ground, watching as Xander brought his hands up to brace himself.

Xander was now firmly suspended on the two cocks, one down his throat and one pounding deep into his firmly clenched ass.

"Teeth Whelp, I warned you." Spike let the threat hang, waiting until the fangs retracted from his aching cock. The moaning and keening vibrations coming from Xander's throat was driving Spike close to the edge, just a little short of mad. Gripping Xander's head, he began to thrust up into the cold icy mouth.

Angelus continued to fuck Xander from behind before staring into his Childe's blue eyes. Knowing that Spike was coming closer to the edge, Angelus, still gripping Xander around the middle with one hand, used his other hand, to bring his Childe's mouth down towards Xander's back. Spike sank his fangs deeply into Xander's quivering buttocks. Angelus quickly leaned forward, and burying his fangs deep into Xander's neck. Angelus stiffened quickly finding release as Xander's blood hit his tongue. Old blood, master's blood, strong and powerful, and a little wild.

Spike quickly followed suite cumming deep down Xander's throat, shooting load after load, into the gagging vamp. The two vamps continued to drink. Angelus pulling his softening cock out of Xander's ass, setting the Whelp's feet back on the floor.

Spike pulled his fangs out of Xander's ass setting the boy up right, then buried himself once again, into the sweet hollow of Xander's neck, drinking languorously, drawing deep upon the magick blood.

Xander struggled slightly within the tight grasps of the two men, draining him away, draining him to the point of unconsciousness. Soon his struggles grew weaker before they finally ceased.

Spike pushed Angelus away from Xander. "Thank you Sire." Spike spoke softly. "I need to break this one." Spike looked away from Xander's prone form, before letting the young fall to the floor.

"I'll help in any way I can young, William." Angelus began to chuckle. "It's been a long time Childe, but this was quite the welcome back to my life." Angelus grinned at Spike.

"Right o Sire. Only the best for you." Spike grinned back at his Sire, before stepping forward, and kissing Angelus softly on the lips. "That's why you made me luv." Spike winked as Angelus groaned at his Childe's antics.

"I'll help with that one any way I can. he's got a virgins ass." Angelus grinned feraly, before waggling his eyebrows up and down.

Silence reigned in the room, the still form on the floor, and the two madly grinning vamps.

*****
Part 7:

Spike sat in the chair watching his pet vampire. Slowly raising the cigarette to his lips, and inhaling deeply. Spike held the fragrant smoke in his lungs for far to long, releasing it in a steady stream, never taking his eyes of Xander.

The Whelp had been bloody marvelous. He rebelled true. but not truly. He never attacked, fists and fangs drawn, fighting for dominance. It was obvious to Spike his Whelp didn't want to be dominant. He did it solely because his own Sire was unable to do so.

Spike turned his mind to more pleasant things. Thinking of all the games he could play with his pet, his Whelp, all the nasty little things he could do to him, all the nasty little games they could play. Spike began grinning as an idea formed in his mind.

Watching Xander sleep upon the floor. well okay he was more like unconscious. Xander lying upon the floor gave Spike a few ideas. Standing he set about getting the room ready.

Consciousness returned slowly to Xander, coming in Stages. The first thing he noticed was the incredibly hot mouth wrapped around his hot hard cock, taking him deep, swallowing him whole, before sliding back to the tip, and almost out of that hot mouth. Every couple of up strokes the mouth would leave him completely and then it would be back, warm and wet sliding down the length of his erection.

Next he noticed the feel of a firm smooth head nudging at his lips, seeking entrance into his mouth, parting his lips slightly, the hard cock shoved brutally burying itself deep within his throat.

Finally the cock buried deep in his ass, not moving, holding impossibly still, he wouldn't have even known it was there except for the incredible fullness he felt, the pressure.

"See yer back with us luv?" Spike spoke quietly into the stillness of the room, and all three bodies began to move in unison. The mouth on his cock swallowing him whole as his mouth and ass were filled to overflowing, before all three points of stimulation were taken away. Xander gasped as all three moved in tandem once again.

Pleasure suffused his body, as his eyes rolled back in his head. He knew Spike was there but he had no idea who the other two were, the warm mouth had to be a human. but who? All coherent thought was lost as they began to fuck his body brutally, beginning an alternating rhythm, each taking turns pleasuring his body, so at no point was he without stimulation.

Xander felt his balls tighten, knew he was on the verge of cumming, when they stopped. Xander's back arched in need, and desperation, as all three left him and he was finally able to open his eyes. The site that greeted him was more than a shock.

Spike, Angelus and his Sire, Willow, were standing before him, each grinning down with amusement on their faces.

"Need to cum luv?" Spike spoke quietly, staring Xander straight in the eye.

"Please." Xander whimpered out, so far gone now, he didn't care if his Sire heard him begging.

"No Whelp. We talked about manner's earlier, and I'm thinking, that you're gonna be rather difficult to teach. I've decided to let my Sire and your Sire, join in the fun." Spike grinned menacingly, "but I do believe for now we have to pull you're teeth?" Spike chuckled at the look of abject terror on Xander's face. "They'll grow back in a day or two love. but it'll keep you from biting now won't it?" Spike tsked like he was scolding a naughty child.

"Will's get me the pliers." Spike stared down at Xander not even bothering to see if Willow followed his command. Pinning Xander down to the floor, as surely as the bonds holding him there. "Might hurt a bit pet." Spike grinned, down at the frozen Xander. "But I think you'll like it." Spike rubbed Xander's cheek, chuckling as Xander tried to nuzzle Spikes palm.

"Not talking me outa it Whelp." Spike stood, grabbing the pliers as Willow handed them to him. Bracing his feet on either side of Xander's head, he turned to Angelus.

"Hold him down please Sire." Spike grinned as Angelus gripped Xander's head holding him steady and still.

"Hold his legs Will's. sit on 'im if you have to." Spike ordered the short read headed vamp, who quickly followed his directions.

Spike smacked Xander across the face several times, before he got the desired reaction, a growling game faced Xander. Placing the pliers between Xander's lips. Spike gripped one elongated Canine, and pulled with all his strength, satisfied with the loud tearing pop sound that echoed through the room. Spike quickly moved to the other canine and giving it the same treatment.

Blood quickly ran down Xander's chin, and all three Vamps present began to growl. Spike leaned in and quickly licked the blood from Xander's chin.

"You'll know who you belong to before long Whelp."

*****
Part 8:

Spike stood over the unmoving body, staring down at the burgundy crusty mess of the ruined face, the flakey dried cum, inhaling deeply, he gagged on the repugnant stench. "Cor, you stink pet." Spike wrinkled his nose down at Xander. "Get you cleaned up in a jiff luv." Walking to the door and opening it quickly, Spike hollered for the nearest minion. Giving his orders quickly, he shut the door in the startled minions face.

Xander lay bound hand and foot to the four poster bed that had been his prison for days barely daring to blink, for fear of displeasing Spike. Unmarked days had passed since he'd been given over to Spike, days filled with endless pleasure, and un-paralleled pain. His teeth had grown back in a day or two, but this had become Spike's favorite way of punishing his slave, when Xander misbehaved Spike would pull the two canines, cutting Xander off from his food source. Although the last time Spike had pulled Xander's teeth, Spike had taken great pleasure in spoon feeding Xander from a cup full of cold stale blood, forcing Xander to consume to rank concoction, forcing him to swallow, until there was nothing left in the cup. Xander had sworn he wouldn't disobey again.

Spike lit a fag, staring down at Xander's prone form consideringly. The poor boy had been afraid to so much as move today, simply staring up at Spike, waiting his commands, waiting there patiently to be taken. probably not patiently. more like than not it was fear. Fear held him steady. Spike raised his eyebrow, before inhaling deeply. It was time for another test. Grinning madly to himself Spike slunk closer to the bed, running a pale finger up the muscled expanse of Xander's thigh.

"Well pet. you've done so well today. Not a single thing I can punish you for. other than the abominable stench wafting up to my delicate nostrils from your arrogant self. Such a sad state for a slave to be in pet. don't you want to please me? Don't you want to make me proud?" Spike's voice sunk lowly into a silky purr.

Xander's eyes froze in fear. "M.. master?" He trembled out, fear darkening his eyes, his arms straining in his bonds. "I want to make you proud Master, want to please you." Xander husked out, through his trembling lips.

"Well then pet. why are you so filthy?" Spike asked, knowing Xander's only excuse was being bound to the bed for days on end.

"I'm sorry Master, I'm a disgrace. if it pleases you Master. may I bathe myself?" Xander trembled, worried on his lower lip, not daring to meet Spike's eyes.

"Very well luv, you may bathe yourself, the minions are bringing the bathing supplies, you will put on a show for me. won't you pet?" Spikes eyes glinted with wicked humor. His pet might shape up into something worthy of a Master Vampire yet.

"Anything to please you Master." Xander's trembling had stopped with the confirmation that he had answered the question properly.

"But first." Spike's voice trailed off as he bent over Xander, his tongue washing along the blood encrusted throat, before his fangs slid down, slowly sinking into silky cold skin, pressing past muscle and sinew, piercing the jugular beneath, letting the powerful blood wash over his tongue, savoring it before swallowing. "You're a vintage any Master could be proud of pet." Spike rasped out against Xander's throat.

Xander moaned low in his throat, turning his head to give Spike better access for a deeper bite. "M. master." Trembling words, forced from a tense throat.

Never removing his teeth from Xander's throat, Spike reached down undoing his fly, letting the buttons pop open, allowing his straining erection pop free. Sliding his fangs free of Xander's neck, Spike drew himself up and straddled Xander's prone body.

"Make it nice luv." Spike growled, feeling Xander's mouth close around his erection. "Remember. no fang." Spike ground out before pumping into the wetness of the mouth before him. Pumping his hips, fucking Xander's mouth with abandon, barely noticing as Xander gagged on each deep thrust in. "Tongue. use your tongue!" Spike snapped, reaching behind him to viciously yank on Xander's balls. "Cor whelp. what do I have to do? Tell you every single time to use that damn tongue of yours." Spike broke off as Xander began furiously tonguing the underside of Spike's cock. Gasping for unneeded breath Spike groaned out, "Swallow me whole bitch. swallow me whole." Xander took Spike deep in his throat still tonguing the sensitive vein on the underside, before swallowing convulsively around Spike's cock, letting his throat muscles do all the work.

Spike shot his load deep into Xander's throat, watching as Xander savored every last drop of cum. "You like that don't you pet?" Spike stroked his hand down Xander's face. "You take your bath then. maybe when you're done giving me the show I want. I'll give you you're reward for being such a good vamp lately." Spike grinned down into Xander's shocked face, before turning to greet the minions bringing the tub, water, and bathing supplies into the room.

"Set it up in the corner, under the light." Spike turned back to Xander, dismissing the minions without a backward glance. "Time for the show eh pet?"

*****
Part 9:

Xander stood in the bathing tub, naked and trembling in the icy cold water, his erection standing up, red and swollen against his lightly haired abdomen. Slowly raising his hands above his head, he poured the small pitcher of water over his hair, rinsing the soap away, letting the water sluice down his golden skin, before dropping the pitcher into the water, rubbing his hands over his scalp, freeing his hair of the excess.

Fingers slowly traveled down over the corded tendons in his neck, softly tracing the lines of muscle and sinew, tracing every curve as he made his way down his broad chest, down his abdomen. He carefully avoided touching his livid cock, moving his hands down his thighs.

"Turn around pet." Spike sat in the chair watching him, his cock hard and firm in his hand as he stroked himself. Watching Xander turn around and present him with the firm sculptured globes of his ass. "Wash yourself luv." Spike's voice was low and guttural, thickened by lust, gravelly with suppressed desire.

Xander's fingers slid over the smooth skin, pulling, and pinching the cheeks apart, to expose his small pucker. Slowly trailing his fingers down the crack he teased the entrance to his body with a fingernail, scraping over it gently.

"Prepare yourself pet." Spike's voice trailed off on a soft gasp of breath as Xander's index finger breached the void, disappearing into the darkness of his own body.

Xander's second finger soon joined the first, stretching, scissoring, preparing himself as best he could for the coming invasion, his un-needed breath coming in soft pants as he visualized his Master behind him, watching, stroking himself, needing him. Anticipation had his cock dripping pearly drops of pre-cum into the bathwater, the cock itself livid and purple in his need.

"Tell me. pet. what you want?" Spikes voice ground out as he watched a third finger disappear into the abyss, the only sounds in the quiet room, Xander's soft pants.

"You, Master. Only you." Xander groaned out at the images filling his mind. Him bent over the bed, his Master behind him, pounding away into his flesh, wanting him, claiming him, pressing his throbbing erection into the bedspread, sapping his control, and the punishment to come when he orgasmed without permission.

"Present yourself luv, over the bed." Spike's husky voice broke through Xander's thoughts. Spike's deep throated chuckle rolling across the room as Xander scurried to obey. "Who do you belong to pet?" Spike asked as he positioned himself at the entrance to Xander's body.

"You. Only you Master." Xander gasped out, as Spike thrust harshly into his body, Xander's cock trapped between his skin, and the rough coverlet, over stimulated, sensitive and raw, stained the bedspread beneath him with the opaque essence of his desire.

Spike ploughed into Xander's pliant body, angling to hit Xander's prostate with each powerful thrust. The smell of blood filling the air as Xander's body tore under the unmerciful assault. Spike's face shifted into that of his demon, as he roared his pleasure, gripping Xander's shoulders to pull him back into each thrust, grinding deeper within the trembling body beneath him.

"You. want that reward pet?" Spike choked out as he felt his climax approaching.

"Ple. ase. Master, whatever you desire of me Master. please," Xander gasped into each thrust, his hips jerking back against Spike, pulling him deeper.

Spike leaned forward, settling his chin on Xander's shoulder, before he whispered, "Cum," into Xander's ear, pounding harder into the spasming ass clenching around him, reaching his own climax, as Xander wailed his pleasure into the still air. Spike collapsed heavily onto Xander's back, panting with pleasure.

"Told you, you'd be a fucking star pet." Spike mocked into the skin on Xander's back.

"Yes, Master." Xander preened under Spike's praise, trying to focus his eyes once more.

"Tomorrow night pet, we're gonna have a little party. You're gonna be the main attraction." Spike spoke quietly, waiting for the inevitable blow up.

"If it pleases you Master," Xander spoke plainly, finally losing the fight to unconsciousness.

*****
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