Spike's Gift #5

[jasonsnene]

 Title:  Spike's Gift
Author:  Jasonsnene
Rating:  NC17
Characters:  Spike, Angel, Riley, Graham
Warnings:  M/M, Tort, BDSM, N/C, probably others.
Disclaimer:  I don't own the characters associated with this story and don't make any money from it.
Summary:  Angel decides to get revenge against the Initiative for their treatment of Spike
Feedback:  Keeps me encouraged to add more

This fic has not been betad.  

A/N:  Please read the warnings and let me know if I've left something out.  For the next few chapters, this will be a lot of "PWP".  Just letting you know in advance that there's not a lot of plot movement coming up for  a while...

Previous parts here

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Part 5:

Evening fell and the vampires awoke to find the humans sleeping fitfully beside them. Their cocks were still bound and were purple and leaking. Graham whimpered in pain when Angel ran his finger down the stiff length. Spike licked the wet drops from Riley’s tip before moving from the bed. 

 

Both vampires showered and Angel fed Spike more of his blood while they were out of the room. Refreshed and feeling stronger they returned to the bedroom and found the humans awake and watching. 

 

Moving together, Angel and Spike approached their pets and began stroking their erections. They watched each other over the bed and ignored the whimpers from the humans below them. When both men were writhing and bucking they removed the cock rings and stroked them to completion. 

 

They leaned down and licked the cum before moving to the end of the bed and kissing, tasting each of the humans on their mouths. Spike moved to Riley and untied him again. He gestured towards Graham and Riley moved to lick the man clean without being told. Spike beamed in pleasure. Maybe his Sire was right, this one may not be so hard to train after all. 

 

When Graham was nearly clean, Riley came up swinging, catching Angel across the jaw and he jerked at the ropes holding his feet. Spike growled and flung him backwards so hard that he bounced several times on the mattress. Spike grabbed his neck, squeezed and threatened the human, “If you ever lay a hand on my Sire again, I will remove it from your body.” Then Spike gripped Riley’s hand and twisted the smallest finger until it snapped.

 

Riley screamed and Graham started jerking and straining to try to get to him. He heard a growl and turned to find Angel standing over him, watching him with yellowed eyes. Graham stilled. 

 

Angel moved again to his chest and returned with more items which he handed to Spike. Forcing Riley’s mouth open, Spike shoved a ball gag into him and fastened it quickly. It muffled his whimpers and stretched his jaw painfully tight. Spike removed the restraints from his legs and pulled Riley to his feet. 

 

He moved the struggling and still whimpering man back to the foot of the bed and pulled his arms up. Angel stepped onto the mattress and pulled Riley’s arms up further, stretching him until he was on his toes and tying securing him to the post. Angel stood back and admired the view as Spike moved away from Riley. Angel was never more appreciative of his large four-poster than he was right now. It was a beautiful sight, the whimpering and terrified human, tied there like an offering.

 

Spike left Riley hanging and went back to lie on the bed. Angel lay down between Spike and Graham and they watched the show Riley put on for them. He writhed and moaned as the pain from his stretched arms and broken finger became more and more unbearable. Graham lay beside Angel and wept silently for his friend. He knew the vampires weren’t through with Riley and worried over how bad the punishment would be for striking Angel.

 

The vampires just stared at Riley for a long time before Angel moved to Graham and untied him. Once his arms and legs were freed, Angel lifted him up and took him into the bathroom. They stepped into the shower and Angel washed his pet, making sure he was completely clean before tugging the human to him. “Graham, you need to understand that you belong to me now. If you try to escape or try to hurt me or Spike, you will be punished. You’ll need to see what happens to Riley but know that I don’t want to do that to you. But I will.”

 

Graham nodded his understanding. He knew he wasn’t strong enough to beat two vampires. Riley should have known that as well. Angel turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around Graham and toweled him dry. Graham whispered to Angel, “May I, um, I have to go.” Angel gestured to the toilet and moved away to let Graham relieve himself. When he was finished, Angel led his pet back into the bedroom. Angel sat in a chair in the corner and pulled Graham onto his lap. 

 

“Now, I don’t want to hear anything from you while Riley gets his punishment. He shouldn’t have hit me and you both need to learn your places.” Angel waited until Graham nodded and settled him back against his body.

 

Riley was watching Spike, who was sitting on the bed, unmoved since Angel and Graham left the room. He was still there, watching and Riley was starting to worry. He didn’t hear Angel’s whispered words to Graham and didn’t know that he was about to be punished further for his actions. He assumed that the broken finger was punishment enough.

 

Suddenly, Spike moved from the bed. He was so fast that Riley could barely see him. But he felt the body move up behind his. “Pet, you’ve embarrassed me in front of my Sire, striking him that way. Now, I know this is your first day and all so I’m going to go lightly on you. Start counting.” The ball gag was removed from his mouth, and before Riley could ask “counting what” he felt the lash of leather against his flesh and cried out in pain. When he didn’t count, Spike reached up and grabbed his head, pulling his neck back and arching his back painfully. “I said count.”

 

“One.” Riley whispered the words and then felt the sting of the leather again. “Two.” His back was on fire. “Three.” And Spike was pausing just enough between each strike to let the pain spread out before swinging again. “Four.” The strokes came faster and Riley gasped out the numbers. “Five, Six, Seven, Eight.”

 

Spike whipped his back, his ass, his upper thighs and listened to make sure his pet counted every stroke. When he reached thirty seven, Riley went lax in the bindings and passed out.

 

Spike looked over at Angel. “Huh. Thought he would make it to fifty.” Spike climbed onto the bed and untied Riley’s arms before moving him onto the mattress. He laid Riley out on the bed on his stomach and admired the marks striping the flesh below him. Spike moved to the bathroom and returned with a cool cloth, bathing the skin. He had been gentle and not broken the skin, so there wasn’t any blood on the marks that he could taste. 

 

Deciding to take a risk, Spike didn’t tie Riley up again. He figured the man’s arms needed a break. He wanted to keep him for a while after all and couldn’t do permanent damage. Yet.

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