Fic: Professional Interest, part 1
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girlpirewell, i managed to make myself stop at about 20,000 words. a bit longish for a pwp, but hey, at least there's a lot of dialogue. makes it read faster, i think. also, angel talking dirty = hotness.
Title: Professional Interest
Author: girlpire
Rating: NC17 (or FRAO)
Pairings: Angel/OMC, brief Harmony/OMC and Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: This story is based on the "Angel" series, with which I am not affiliated in any way. Joss Whedon is my master, etc.
Distribution: Please do not archive this story anywhere.
Summary: When an employee fails to follow Wolfram and Hart safety protocols, Angel decides to punish him personally.
Warnings: Slash, dubcon, humiliation, homophobia, orgasm denial, CBT (including POT). Also: No use looking here for any sort of deep meaning, plot, or character insight. It’s straight-up perverted self-indulgence. PWP like whoa.
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Professional Interest
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“Come in,” Angel said. “Shut the door.”
The boy quietly pulled the door closed behind himself. He was dark-haired, not quite as tall as Angel, and had a very young face, though he was probably in his late twenties. He swallowed and looked around the spacious office before reaching up to loosen his tie.
Angel stood and walked around in front of his desk. He leaned back against it, watching the boy. He could hear the boy’s heart thudding, smell his nervousness. He couldn’t remember the boy’s name... something with an S. Smith or Simpkins or Strickland. Wesley had gone on about him for so long that he’d tuned him out. “You’re nervous,” Angel said.
The boy’s hands hovered at his neck for a moment before dropping down helplessly. “I’m sorry.”
Angel beckoned the boy forward with his hand. He came quickly enough, though he moved in an awkward fashion, like he wasn’t quite sure where to put his hands or feet. He stopped in front of Angel and clenched his fists at his sides. Still leaning casually against the desk, Angel reached up and finished undoing the boy’s tie. He let it hang open from the boy’s collar and moved his hands to begin unbuttoning the boy’s shirt. “It’s okay to be nervous,” he said, feeling the boy’s body trembling beneath his fingertips. “It just means you understand why you’re here.” His hands slipped down, undoing each button carefully. “You do understand why you’re here, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, sir,” said the boy.
“Good,” said Angel. “Tell me.”
“I...” The boy paused, swallowing hard as Angel gently tugged the tails of his shirt out of his pants and finished unbuttoning it. “I-I’m here because... because I messed up, sir.”
Angel nodded. “That’s right.” He pushed the pale blue shirt back off the boy’s shoulders, the tie going with it. “Tell me how you messed up.” He gave the left sleeve a tug, freeing the boy’s arm, and then did the same to the right. Angel folded the shirt in half once and then laid it neatly across his desk.
The boy stood before the vampire in his thin white undershirt and gray slacks, too frightened to look Angel in the eyes. “I ruined one of the artifacts in security vault five, sir.”
“Arms up,” said Angel. As the boy raised his arms, Angel pulled the t-shirt up over his head and off. The shirt ruffled the boy’s soft brown hair. “Yes, you did,” said Angel. “Your department head is very upset with you.”
“I’m sorry!” the boy blurted. “I was just – it was on fire, and I thought—”
“Shh,” said Angel. “I’m talking now.”
The boy went silent, biting his lower lip. Goosebumps began to spring up along his bare arms.
Angel folded the undershirt and laid it on top of the button-up on his desk. “You know what you’re supposed to do when mystical artifacts catch fire,” he said. “Don’t you?” He looked at the boy’s face, waiting.
“Yes, sir,” the boy muttered. His right palm moved up over his left arm and down again quickly, either from nervousness or cold. Maybe both.
Angel crossed his arms. “What are you supposed to do?”
“I’m supposed to call Mr. Wyndham-Price.”
“That’s right,” said Angel. “He knows how to deal with every problem that could possibly arise inside of security vault five. You never need to try to handle it yourself. Do you understand?”
The boy nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Angel studied the boy’s young face for a moment, the dark blue eyes, pink mouth. He had long eyelashes and the barest hint of stubble along his jaw. His skin had a light, creamy tan. He looked more like he should be on a beach somewhere with his frat buddies than working in an office building. With a sigh, Angel reached for the boy’s belt buckle, noting how the boy flinched. He ignored it. “Now, tell me why you should have known to call your department head before you tried to put out the fire yourself.”
“I... I um,” the boy started, his hands clenching and releasing by his sides as Angel undid his belt. “I should have known because... it was in the handbook.”
Angel nodded, slipping the leather belt out of the belt loops. “And what else?”
“There’s a—a sign on the wall,” the boy added.
Angel rolled the belt into a coil in his hands and then set it on the desk. “What else?”
“He – Mr. Wyndham-Price – told us, sir.”
“And?” Angel popped open the button on the boy’s trousers.
The boy’s breath caught for a moment. “And you told us, sir.”
“When?” He tugged the zipper down. The boy’s pulse picked up even quicker, and Angel smelled a new wave of fear wafting from the smooth, tan skin. The scent was flavored with shame.
“At the – at the orientation, sir.” The boy was wearing white boxer-briefs. Angel could see them peeking out of the open flap at the front of his pants.
“Take your shoes off,” said Angel. He watched the boy comply, toeing off his shoes and leaving them together beside his socked feet. “Do you remember what else we told you at orientation?” he asked. When the boy hesitated, Angel added, “About what would happen if you didn’t follow the security vault rules.”
“You said that it was occasion for...” The boy blushed as Angel took hold of the waistband of his pants.
Angel paused. “Occasion for what?”
“Er—punishment, sir,” the boy said.
“That’s right,” said Angel. He pulled down the boy’s gray slacks, revealing the white cotton underwear. Still holding the waistband, Angel said, “Step out.”
The boy put a tentative hand on Angel’s shoulder for balance. He picked up one foot and then the other, allowing the vampire to remove his trousers. When they were off, he said, “Can I ask a question, sir?”
Angel tilted his head while folding the trousers to add to the pile on his desk.
“I thought – I mean, isn’t Mr. Wyndham-Price supposed to be the one who...?”
“Like I said, your department head is very upset with you.” Angel crossed his arms again, regarding the boy frankly. “The book you destroyed was over a thousand years old.”
“But it was burning anyway,” the boy said. “Even if I hadn’t—”
“It does that sometimes,” Angel told him. “You do realize what department you work in?”
The boy sighed heavily, his eyes falling closed. He had the look of a condemned man. “I’m really sorry, sir,” he said.
“That’s good to know,” Angel said. “Now, I offered to punish you myself, because Mr. Wyndham-Price was concerned that his temper might affect your punishment. Trust me, I’ve seen the man get angry. He could scare off a Crull demon. I actually felt sorry for you.” Angel watched the boy’s reaction. He seemed to relax a bit at the revelation that Angel was being sympathetic. That wouldn’t do. “But just because I’m taking pity on you doesn’t mean you’re going to get off easy,” he added. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said the boy.
“Good. Go sit over there.” Angel gestured toward the large leather couch at the side of his office. The boy, seeming confused at first, turned and walked toward it. Angel watched his butt move beneath the material of his underwear. It was small and round and swayed like a bell. Angel took a few moments to consider exactly what kind of punishment he ought to give the boy, then stood and went around his desk to look in the drawers. He rummaged for a while, reflecting on their conversation. The boy had been obviously embarrassed to be stripped, though Angel wasn’t sure whether that was because he was naturally modest, because he was in public, because he was being treated as a child, or because he was being stripped by another male. At any rate, it made him uncomfortable, so that was something Angel would capitalize on. He thought about simply beating him, maybe even with the boy’s own belt, but discarded the idea. Traditional punishments didn’t always work, and though pain was a powerful motivator, it wasn’t as powerful as humiliation. And the vault rules were incredibly important. Most of the items in those vaults either had been or would be used to influence the outcome of the apocalypse. He couldn’t have these naïve kids running around pouring holy water on everything.
His mind made up, Angel grabbed a couple of items from the bottom right drawer and pocketed them, then walked over to the couch. The boy sat there nervously in his underwear, hands on his knees. He swallowed as Angel approached.
“You remember what your contract says about punishment,” Angel said, standing in front of the boy, “right?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy said.
“Tell me.”
“I, uh. Well, if I do something wrong, then you can... do whatever you think is necessary. To me. As a penalty.”
“Or what?”
“Or I can find other employment,” the boy finished.
Angel nodded. “You signed this contract before you started working here, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So you understand that you have the option to leave before we start.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you want to leave?” Angel gave the boy a long look. “Your clothes are over there if you’d prefer to take them and go clean out your desk.”
The boy hesitated. For a moment, Angel thought he would bolt, but instead he asked, “Sir, before I decide, will you tell me what you’re going to do to me?”
“No,” said Angel.
The boy started at the blunt answer. “Well, am I... will I have to go to the hospital afterwards, or...?” One hand went timidly up to the side of the boy’s neck.
The gesture amused Angel. “No,” he said.
“I don’t think I can find another job, sir,” said the boy, dropping his hand.
Angel nodded. “Then you’re staying?”
“I-I guess I am.”
“Good,” said Angel. “Stand up.”
The boy stood, arms akimbo, and waited. His small nipples had drawn up in the cool of the air, and Angel gazed thoughtfully at his body, deciding how to begin. The boy cleared his throat and looked away. Angel eventually spoke.
“You’re a handsome guy,” he said conversationally. “How old are you?”
“I’m 26, sir.”
“Just a kid, really,” Angel mused. “And you’re gay, right?”
“What?” The boy’s eyebrows shot up. “No, I’m not.”
Angel squinted at him. “You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure,” the boy said, frowning.
“All right.” Angel gestured at the office door. “They were just saying... well, it doesn’t matter.”
“What? People were saying I’m gay?” The boy seemed genuinely concerned. Angel had pegged him right, which would make this punishment a lot more effective.
“Just some of the secretaries,” Angel said, waving it away. “Don’t worry; we don’t discriminate here. It doesn’t matter to me if you like sucking cock.”
The boy’s mouth dropped open. “I don’t!”
“Like I said, either way is fine. Now take those off.” Angel indicated the boy’s boxer-briefs.
“Oh,” said the boy, looking down.
“I don’t have all day, kid.” Without waiting for a response, Angel stepped forward and tucked his fingertips into the waistband of the boy’s underwear. He tugged downward, pulling the white garment to the boy’s knees. The boy was clearly surprised, and he quickly cupped his hands in front of his crotch, the scent of embarrassment rolling off of him into the cool air. “No need to be modest,” said Angel. “Hands by your sides.” As the boy looked away and slowly moved his hands, fists clenching, Angel tsked. “Well, I can see why you’re embarrassed now,” he said.
The boy looked mortified. “Excuse me?”
Angel shook his head. “It’s not really a big deal. Literally.” He smirked, then added, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’re a grower.” In actuality, the boy’s soft penis was at least average-sized, but, being male, Angel knew exactly where an insecurity lay. And he could always offer his own as a basis for comparison, which would surely embarrass the kid further. “In fact, why don’t you go ahead and get it hard? The sooner we start, the sooner it’ll be over.”
“I... what? What?” the boy stammered. His hands moved forward and back, like he wanted to cover himself, but remembered not to at the last second. He looked even younger standing there with his underwear around his knees.
“What?” said Angel.
“Are you going to...” the boy swallowed. “Fuck me?” His voice came out high and as soft as a whisper.
“Don’t be stupid,” Angel said. “This is supposed to be a punishment. Now get it hard.”
“I’m not sure I...” The boy’s hands hovered around his dick. It was circumcised, the tip plump and pink. “You want me to just...?”
Angel raised an eyebow. “You seriously need me to tell you how to make your own cock hard?”
Confused and embarrassed, the boy took hold of his penis and began rubbing it while Angel watched. He couldn’t meet the vampire’s eyes, so he looked down, practically vibrating with the shame of doing this in front of his boss.
“Look at me,” Angel said.
The boy looked up, his hand pausing.
“Don’t stop playing with your dick,” Angel said. “Just look at me while you do it.”
The boy’s hand resumed its motion while he looked into Angel’s eyes, blushing furiously. Angel reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube of lubricant.
“Give me your hand,” he said. When the boy did, he squirted some lube on his palm. “Use that. No, keep looking at me. That’s right. Good boy.” Angel tilted his head, watching the boy’s face. He only broke eye contact to look down at the motion of the boy’s hand for a while, then looked back at the boy’s eyes. “You’re starting to get hard,” he said. “Looking at a man and jerking your cock. You’re positive you’re not gay?”
“Yes, sir. I'm positive,” the boy insisted.
“Fair enough,” said Angel. “Remind me what your name is.”
“Simons, sir. Evan Simons.”
“Tell me how you feel right now, Evan.”
The boy swallowed. He seemed to do that a lot when he was nervous. But his hand kept sliding over his stiffening penis, as ordered. “Sir?”
“Tell me what it feels like to jerk off in front of another man. Do you like it?”
“No, sir,” said Evan. His cheeks were bright pink.
“Then why is it making you hard?” asked Angel.
“Because I... It just does, sir.”
“Tell me why, Evan.”
“Because it feels good?” the boy guessed. His blush was creeping down over his neck.
“That’s what I thought,” said Angel. “Have you ever masturbated in front of someone else before?” He kept any feeling out of his voice, just speaking in a calm and direct tone. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
“No, sir,” said the boy.
“Why not?”
“Um. Because I...” He seemed at a loss.
“Is it embarrassing, Evan? Keep moving your hand.”
The boy’s hand picked up a little speed, the lube making a sticky sound. He had a full erection by now. “Yes, sir. It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s private, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m witnessing one of your most private moments right now,” Angel said, looking intently at the boy’s eyes. “I’m watching how you touch yourself when nobody can see you. The face you make. Do you always blush this hard, or is it because I’m standing here watching you play with yourself?”
“It’s, uh, because you’re watching me, sir.” The blush had spread down the boy’s chest, pinkening his lightly tanned skin, and he was putting off a lot of heat. Angel was standing about three feet away from him and could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“I’m trying to imagine what this must be like for you,” Angel said. “Being told to jerk yourself off in front of another man who has complete control over your body. No, don’t stop. Play with your balls, too. Use your other hand. Good. I mean, you’re not even gay, so you can’t really enjoy performing for me like this, and yet here you are in the middle of my office, naked and hard, rubbing your cock just because I said to. Tell me what you think of that, Evan.” Angel watched with professional interest as he waited for the boy to respond. This punishment session would be an amusing distraction from his workload, although having to maintain an air of cool composure - while not especially difficult for a vampire his age - took some of the fun out of it.
The boy shuddered as he slowly fisted his cock and squeezed his balls. He looked pretty ridiculous, standing there in his socks with his underwear around his knees, but then, that was the point. “Um, I don’t like it, sir,” he mumbled.
“You’re doing it to keep your job,” said Angel. “I’m basically paying you right now to rub your dick while I watch. What does that make you, Evan?” He waited for the boy to answer, then added, “Who gets paid for sex, boy? What do we call those people?”
“Um,” said the boy. “Whores, sir?”
“That’s right. So what does that make you right now? Say it.”
“I... I’m a whore, sir.” As soon as the words left Evan’s mouth, Angel sensed a spike in the boy’s level of shame. Good. This was getting them somewhere.
“Tell me why you’re my whore today, Evan,” said Angel. “Tell me what you did.”
The boy looked down, his shoulders slumping. “I broke the rules, sir.”
“Look at me,” Angel reminded him. When the boy looked up, Angel said, “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy whispered.
“Yes, sir... what?”
“Yes, sir, I... I deserve to be punished, sir.”
Angel nodded, satisfied. He walked to the couch and sat down in the center of it, the soft leather sinking slightly. “Come here,” he said, reaching toward the boy.
The boy looked at him, unsure of what to do. He stopped jerking his cock and just stood there. “Sir?”
“Come here,” Angel repeated. He indicated his lap. “You’re going to sit on my lap.”
“I...” The boy looked horrified at the prospect.
“If I have to say it again, you’ll wish Mr. Wyndham-Price was here to rescue you,” Angel said.
The boy took a step toward the couch, stll looking uncertain. Then he turned and lowered his naked ass tentatively onto Angel’s thigh.
“I’ve been watching you masturbate, Evan. There’s really no need to be shy.” Angel dragged the boy’s overheated body back against his chest, hearing as well as feeling the boy’s pulse race. Evan’s underwear had fallen down all the way and now hung on one ankle as Angel situated the boy on his lap. He placed the boy’s legs on either side of his own so that they remained spread, then wrapped his left arm around the boy’s stomach, his right hand resting on the boy’s thigh, close to his erection. He trailed his fingertips up and down the soft thigh while the boy remained tense in his lap. “Lean back,” he said. “Yeah, right against my chest. There. Nice and cozy, aren’t we?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy gritted out, sounding anything but pleased at this new humiliation.
Angel looked down over the boy’s shoulder, watching him inhale and exhale. Angel’s left arm around the boy’s stomach traveled up and down as the boy breathed, the dark red of his shirt a stark contrast to the boy’s creamy skin. The boy’s erection pointed up, glistening with lube, the piss slit practically pouting at him. Hard, the boy’s penis was about six inches long, perfectly formed, thick and pink, the thin ridge of his scar neatly circling the shaft a couple of inches below the head.
“That’s kind of pretty,” Angel murmured in the boy’s ear. “Anyone ever tell you what a pretty dick you have, Evan?”
“No, sir,” the boy said. He swallowed uncomfortably.
Angel supposed that the boy was glad he didn’t have to look him in the eye anymore, but that was a fair compromise for the embarrassing position. He let his fingers play up and down the boy’s thigh, nearing but not touching his genitals. “We’re just going to have a nice little conversation,” Angel said. “I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer them as honestly as you can. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said the boy.
“Good. When was the last time you had sex?” Angel felt the boy jerk slightly in his arms.
“Uh,” he said. “I don’t – I don’t –”
“Of course you know,” said Angel. “You’re a guy. We keep track.”
The boy cleared his throat. “I guess it was... three months ago?”
“Huh, that’s a long time for a whore,” Angel said, and he felt the slight flinch again. “You don’t have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?”
“She, uh. Left. I mean, we broke up. About three months ago.”
“I see. And what have you been doing to get off since then?”
“I um. I guess I, you know, masturbate, sir.”
“You guess you masturbate?”
“I masturbate, sir.” The boy shifted in Angel’s lap. His cock swayed.
Angel went on gently tickling the boy’s upper thigh with his fingertips as he talked. “And how often do you do that? Don’t say you don’t know.”
“I... every day, sir.”
“How many times a day?” Angel could smell the boy’s guilty conscience.
“Just once or twice, sir.”
“Is that all?”
“Sometimes three times,” the boy muttered.
“I see. Well, with a pretty little cock like that, I almost don’t blame you.” Angel looked down the boy’s slender body at the erection sticking up from the neat patch of brown hair at his groin. “A dick like that wants touching, doesn’t it?” he said. “It’s practically begging for it. In fact, it’s asking so nicely, maybe I should go ahead and give it what it wants. What do you think, Evan?”
The boy didn’t answer, but Angel could smell the fresh wave of shame at the idea of another man touching his erect penis.
Angel slid his hand up the boy’s thigh. “You’re scared you’ll enjoy it, aren’t you?” he said. “How about this: I’ll just use one finger.” Angel placed the tip of his index finger at the base of the boy’s cock and then drew it lightly up the length of the slick underside, pausing just beneath the head to make tiny circles. He felt the boy’s whole body shudder in his lap, the boy’s dick giving a little twitch. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Angel asked.
“No, sir,” the boy whispered, his voice sounding tormented.
“I think you liked it,” Angel murmured near his ear. “Here, I’ll do it again.” Angel’s fingertip traced a vein teasingly up the boy’s shaft, then dragged over his piss slit. The boy practically jumped out of his skin. “Oh yeah, you definitely liked that,” Angel observed.
The boy said nothing. He was almost glowing with shame and heat.
“Have you ever had another man touch you like that?” Angel asked.
“No, sir.”
“You think it’s wrong, don’t you?”
The boy hesitated, then said, “Yes, sir.”
“You think it’s dirty to get turned on by a man touching your cock.”
“Yes, sir.”
Angel played his fingertips very lightly around the ridge of the boy’s cockhead, feeling the boy tense in his arms, his rushing blood loud to Angel’s sensitive ears. “So what does that make you, Evan?” he asked softly.
The boy swallowed. He obviously knew what he was expected to say, but seemed to find it difficult. “Dirty, sir.”
“That’s right, boy. A dirty what?”
“A dirty... whore, sir.”
“You’re catching on, Evan. That’s good.” Angel continued to stroke the head of the boy’s cock very softly with his fingertips, just barely teasing it. It strained upward toward his hand. “This is what will happen to you every time you mess up the way you did today,” Angel explained quietly in the boy’s ear. The boy was breathing irregularly, tense, obviously trying not to flinch away from Angel’s caressing fingers. “I’ll turn you into a dirty whore, Evan. I’ll make you do things that you hate, things that you’ll remember forever and be ashamed of whenever you think of them. Because how else are you going to learn how important it is to follow the rules?”
“You could... ah...” The boy’s thighs tightened and relaxed. Angel could feel his muscles clench. “You could whip me instead, sir.”
“That’s what you were expecting me to do, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“It’s what you would prefer.”
“Yes, sir.” A tiny droplet of moisture began to form in the boy’s slit as Angel played idly with the flared ridge around his cockhead.
“Do you understand why that makes this a better punishment for you?” Angel asked, dipping one fingertip into the wetness and rubbing it up and down the piss slit a few times.
The boy’s body vibrated in his lap. “Ah, y-y-yes, s-s-sir,” he choked out, every muscle twitching.
Angel smiled. “That was a good one,” he mused. “Let’s try that again.” He dragged his fingertip across the slit again quickly, pressing in just a little. The boy gasped and jerked in his arms. “How does that feel, Evan?”
“It’s, uh... It’s intense, sir.” The heat of the boy’s flushed body was soaking through Angel’s clothes.
“You’re pretty sensitive there, right?” Angel tapped the tip of the boy’s dick.
“Yes, sir.”
“But you like being touched like that. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
The boy hesitated, clearly not wanting to admit it. “Yes, sir,” he finally said.
Angel went on trailing his fingers gently up and down the boy’s erection, feeling the heat of it. “So you’re a dirty whore who’s actually enjoying sitting in a man’s lap and getting his cock played with. Did you ever imagine you would end up like this?”
The boy swallowed. “No, sir.”
“What did you want to be when you grew up, Evan?”
“I wanted to be a lawyer,” he said quietly.
“Yeah? Not a nasty pervert who lets men feel him up and likes it?” Even without his vampire senses, Angel would have been able to tell the boy was humiliated.
“No, sir,” the boy gritted out.
“But you’re so good at this,” said Angel. “Just sitting here on my lap while I do anything I want to you.” He fully wrapped his fingers around the boy’s erection and gave it a squeeze. It was hot in his hand, full and tight. “Your cock loves this, boy. Why does your cock love this so much if you keep saying you don’t want it?”
“I don’t... I don’t know...” The boy shook his head, as though trying to deny how hard he was.
Angel gave the boy’s dick some long, full strokes while watching over his shoulder. The boy’s chest rose and fell over and over with his hard breathing. Angel noticed that the boy was also looking down at his penis disappearing and reappearing in the vampire’s fist. “It turns you on to see your cock getting worked like this, doesn’t it, Evan?” Angel asked him. “To just sit there and let someone else jerk you off.”
The boy didn’t answer right away, so Angel went on, “It’s too bad I’m a guy, isn’t it? See, if I were a woman, it would make sense for you to be enjoying this so much. It wouldn’t be so disgusting for you to come this way if you were getting played with by soft, small hands with painted pink nails. Right? But look at my hands, Evan. Look who’s holding your dick. Look who’s making you feel good.”
Angel kept stroking the boy’s cock firmly with his right hand. His other hand slipped down the boy’s body and cupped the fuzzy balls hanging just below. He tugged them down a bit and the boy made a sound with his mouth, a sound that sounded half turned-on and half upset.
“I can’t help wondering what your parents would think if they saw you right now, Evan,” Angel murmured, shading his voice with a hint of disapproval. “I mean, it’s clear how much you’re enjoying this.” He gave the boy’s cockhead a generous squeeze as his hand slid upward, and the boy jerked in his lap and gasped. “What would they think if they saw how much you liked for your boss to play with your body at work? They’d never know you were being punished. They might even think this is what your job is, that I pay you to stay naked in my office and sit on my lap and be my boy-whore.”
The boy made another small sound, almost a whimper as Angel continued the slow, steady pumping of his erection, squeezing the head on each stroke. A dribble of precum rolled out and Angel paused, holding the boy’s cock around the base as the wetness slid down.
“Look at that,” said Angel, still using his disapproving tone. “What just came out of your cock, son? What is that stuff?”
The boy’s voice was quiet, higher than usual. “It’s, um... It’s precum, sir.” He was blushing down to his bones.
“I see,” said Angel, resuming the stroking, now wetter than before. “So you must really like this, huh?”
The boy almost sounded near tears. “No, sir,” he whispered. Another dribble of precum slipped down the boy’s dick, rolling over Angel’s knuckles and dripping onto the boy’s balls. The boy’s body shivered in Angel’s arms.
“No? Really?” Angel asked. “Then why’s it doing that? How come you’re leaking out dogwater all over your balls?”
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” the boy tried.
“I don’t care if you’re sorry. I asked you a question, Evan. Why’s this stuff coming out if you don’t like it?” Angel’s hand sped fractionally, still giving those long, tight strokes to the boy’s flushed cock.
“Because it—it feels good, sir,” the boy admitted, disgrace evident in his voice. His whole body was tensing, his breath short and sharp.
“Even though it’s a man doing this to you?”
The boy nodded his head, not taking his eyes off Angel’s hands.
“If I keep doing this,” Angel said, “you’re going to come, aren’t you? You’re going to shoot off right here, sitting in my lap like a little boy.”
The boy shifted his hips, a slight rocking motion. “Yes, sir,” he whispered, breathing heavily.
“Yes, sir... what?”
“Yes, sir, I’m... it’s going to make me...” The boy put one hand forward as though he wanted to take over the stroking, then dropped his hand again, clenching his fists.
“But what you really want,” Angel said, “is for me to stop. Isn’t that right? You don’t want me to make you come. Because that would be wrong, wouldn’t it?”
“I...” The boy paused, confused, his breath still going hard. “I...”
Angel could feel that the boy was almost at the point of no return. The dick in his hand was rigid and ready, the balls begining to draw up. The boy’s neck was sweating. “Unless you really are gay,” Angel added.
“No,” whispered the boy.
“No?” Angel switched from long strokes to concentrating his motions just beneath the head of the boy’s cock, and the next sound the boy made was almost a moan as all the muscles in his body tensed. “All right,” Angel said. “I understand.” Then he let go.
The boy made a quiet anguished sound at the sudden loss of contact. His erection quivered in the air, releasing another clear dribble but no actual cum as Angel went back to lightly playing his fingertips up and down the boy’s thigh. The boy made a motion as if to reach for his own dick, then stopped, his breath shuddering. He let his arm go limp again.
“Wow, look at that,” Angel whispered to the boy. “Look how hard your cock is. It’s still dripping, Evan. I think it really wanted to come just now.”
The boy swallowed as he stared down at the shiny pink erection standing up from his body.
“What do you think, Evan?” Angel asked him. “Were you ready to come with another man’s hand on your pretty little cock?”
The boy’s panting was slowing a little, but he was still breathing hard. “Yes, sir,” he admitted softly, the shame of it tinting his scent.
“Oh, you should have said so,” Angel said, feigning surprise. “I probably would have let you. To tell the truth, I was starting to forget this was supposed to be a punishment.” He slid his hand up the boy’s thigh and cupped his balls, giving them a tug. When he let go, the boy’s hard cock bobbed in the air. Angel wrapped his fingers around it again and gave it a squeeze, hearing the soft whimper at the back of the boy’s throat. “We should probably get this thing to go down,” he mused. “What do you think would be the best way to do that, Evan? Hmm?”
“I, uh...” The boy’s voice dropped away as Angel slowly but firmly started stroking his cock again. They both watched the wet, distinctly-shaped head disappear into Angel’s fist and then emerge over and over. The boy let out a long, shuddery breath.
“Answer me, boy,” Angel murmured in the kid’s ear. “What’s the best way to get you soft again?” He let his fist pause at the top of the boy’s shaft and just moved his thumb across the tip and back down a few times, the wetness of the lube combined with precum making a squelching sound with the motion.
“Ah-ah,” the boy grunted helplessly, his hips rocking forward. “You could—you could make me come, sir.”
“Yeah?” said Angel, continuing the teasing thumb movement. It basically amounted to a tight, wet handjob on just the head of the boy’s cock. “You think you could come from me just doing this? This right here?”
The boy squirmed uncomfortably, one hand squeezing the leather cushion beside Angel’s hip. “Y-yes, sir. I think. I think I could.” He swallowed.
“And then you would go soft?” Angel clarified, still rubbing. “You promise? Because I really don’t think you should have your cock all hard like this during your punishment, Evan. You’re not actually supposed to be enjoying yourself.”
“I-I promise, sir,” the boy gasped, getting out of breath again. “It’ll go soft after. After I come. If you’ll just give me. A minute.” He was starting to writhe now, slowly, as though hoping Angel wouldn’t notice his gyrations. His head fell a little to the side as his heart pounded faster and his muscles clenched and relaxed. It took less time for him to approach orgasm this time because it hadn’t been long since he’d been at the edge already.
“Although,” Angel thought aloud, “if I did let you come, you’d like it. And that wouldn’t be a punishment at all, really. Would it, Evan?”
The boy panted quietly, not answering.
“I asked you a question, boy,” Angel said, stimulating the cockhead mercilessly. “It wouldn’t be a punishment if I let you come, would it? Answer me.”
“N-no, no, sir,” the boy whimpered.
“You’re right,” said Angel. “I really should stop.”
Just as the boy hit the hard edge of coming for the second time, Angel let go of his dick. It was so engorged that it actually thumped against the boy’s stomach when Angel released it, a stream of clear liquid smearing on the boy’s skin. The boy gasped and hunched forward such that Angel actually had to tighten his grip on the kid so he wouldn’t fall. He was trembling all over, frustration evident in his posture and the scent of his sweat.
“It’s okay, kid,” Angel said, softly stroking the boy’s thigh again, mere inches from the angry erection. “We’ll think of some other way to get your dick soft.”
“Yes. Sir,” the boy gritted through clenched teeth.
Angel tugged the boy’s balls again and watched his hard cock wobble in the air. After a moment, he placed two fingertips on the underside of it and drew them up the shaft slowly, considering. He rubbed lightly at that magic spot just under the head. Another tiny bubble of precum welled up from the slit as the boy sighed. “Still leaking,” Angel observed. “But you’ll probably lose your hard-on if I hurt you a little bit.”
The boy gulped. Angel could tell by the shift in his body that the boy was realizing how close Angel’s mouth was to his neck. That was sort of cute. “Hurt me?” the boy asked. His body was damp with light perspiration at his neck and chest and behind his knees, and at the small of his back. His significant body heat had even warmed the vampire through his clothes.
“Just a little,” said Angel, bouncing the boy’s cock gently against his fingers. It bumped Angel’s hand repeatedly with a quiet, slick sound. “Like I said, you’re not really supposed to like this so much.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the boy said.
“Oh, I don’t blame you,” Angel said. “I’m just surprised that a straight boy like you likes the feel of a man’s hand on his dick, that’s all. I mean, just because everyone already thinks you like sucking cock and taking it up the ass doesn’t mean you have to just roll over for it, you know?” Angel had, of course, lived too long to subscribe to any kind of prejudice when it came to sexuality, but focusing on the boy’s own narrow-mindedness was a fairly easy way to torment him. Although there were those Angel suspected would enjoy being at his mercy this way, it was obvious how humiliated the boy felt. “Here, this will probably help,” Angel added.
Instead of the gentle tapping Angel had been applying to the underside of the boy’s cock to make it bounce, he suddenly smacked it hard, the sound sharp and loud in the huge office. “Ah!” the boy cried, hunching over. His hands came forward to protect his groin, but Angel took both the boy’s hands and pulled them behind the boy’s back.
“No touching,” Angel said. He wrapped his left arm around the boy’s waist again, trapping the boy against him so that his hands stayed stuck between their bodies. He used his right hand to carelessly bounce the boy’s erection again. “Did that hurt?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” the boy said. He was still cringing.
“Good,” said Angel. He slapped the bottom of the kid’s cock a second time.
“Fuck!” the boy shouted. His legs tried to pull closed, but Angel’s own legs kept them spread.
“Evan, stop trying to get away,” Angel said calmly. He let two fingers just rub up and down the boy’s dick, and it flexed toward his hand for more comfort. Before the sting could be smoothed away, he smacked it again.
“Uhn!” the boy grunted, followed by a high-pitched whimper in the back of his throat. The boy wasn’t crying – not yet – but his eyes were about to start watering.
“Don’t tell me you weren’t expecting this,” Angel said. “You knew when you came into my office that I was going to beat you. Didn’t you?” His fingers were back to the light stroking again.
“Yes, sir,” the boy whispered. “I-I thought you would.”
“Not like this, though?”
The boy shook his head slowly. “No.”
Angel slapped the side of the boy’s erection instead of the bottom. The boy let out a gasp of air from his lungs, his whole body jerking, as his hard dick bobbed to the side and back again. He moaned so quietly that even Angel almost didn’t hear it. It was a sound of pain and dread that the pain would come again soon. Angel started gently bouncing the boy’s cock against his hand again.
“You ever had your dick spanked like this before, Evan?”
“No, sir.” The boy had squeezed a couple of tears from his eyes. He wasn’t crying freely, but there were two shiny tracks on his face.
“Stings like a son of a bitch, doesn’t it? Especially if your cock’s really sensitive from trying to come and not being able to. I’ve seen men on the edge come just from getting their dicks slapped, Evan. Did you even know that could happen?”
The boy shook his head again. “No, sir.”
“It’s overstimulation,” Angel went on, giving the dark pink cockhead a little pinch. The boy gasped softly. “Sensory overload. But it’s one of the most painful, least satisfying orgasms you could have.” He traced the boy’s damp piss slit with one fingertip. “You still want to come, Evan?”
“No, sir,” the boy said, sounding terrified.
Angel actually smiled at that, though the boy couldn’t see his expression. “Well, we’ll just hope it doesn’t get to that point.” He lifted his hand to slap the boy’s erection again, but before he could, the boy flinched, his whole body tensing for impact. “Relax,” Angel said. “Clenching like that isn’t going to help.” As soon as the boy had forced his body to relax a little, Angel followed through with a powerful smack.
“FUCK!” the boy shouted, his dick swinging. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”
“Breathe,” Angel whispered to him, stroking his thigh. “Breathe through it, Evan. It’s not that bad.” Truthfully, Angel knew that it must be terribly painful, not just because of how sensitive the boy’s penis already was, but also because the force behind Angel’s hand was much greater than a human’s. He was carefully measuring out how much strength to use so that the boy wouldn’t be damaged too badly. It was more consideration than he’d given anyone he was deliberately hurting in a long time.
The boy was panting, beads of sweat springing up at his temples. Angel gave him just a moment, then quickly slapped his cock twice, hard, with no pause. The boy screamed. His scream ended with a choked-off sob, his whole body shaking.
“Shhh, shhh, you’re okay,” Angel said. “Remember to breathe. You can take it.”
The boy shook his head emphatically, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Please, sir. No more. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” Angel said. He ran his fingers up and down the boy’s sore cock gently. “I’m not going to hurt you more than you can handle.”
“But it already—”
“Shhh,” Angel said, and slapped him again.
The boy choked on whatever else he was going to say, the words becoming garbled into an abrupt expression of intense pain. He hunched into himself as much as he could while being restrained on Angel’s lap, panting fast and shallow for a few seconds before forcing himself to take deeper, longer breaths.
“Good,” Angel said, rubbing the boy’s thigh. “You’re taking this really well, Evan. We’ll just do a few more, and then switch to something else.”
“Oh, god,” the boy moaned.
“Or we can stick with this,” Angel offered. He hit the boy again, waited a few seconds for the boy to control himself, and then beat him twice, one slap from the right side, followed by a backhanded slap from the left. These were harder than before.
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!” the boy screamed. “Ah! Nngh! Fuck! Fuck!” He was covered in sweat by now and began to sob, “Please! Please, sir, stop!”
“Two more,” said Angel.
“Please, I can’t... I can’t!”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Evan. Of course you can.” To prove his point, Angel delivered one hard slap immediately. The sharp clap of it seemed to echo around his office, followed by the agonized sounds the boy was making. “See?” Angel said. “Not so bad.” He ran his fingers up and down the boy’s shaft, noting the color. It was dark, angry looking – nearly purple. It would darken further from bruising, but that would take a little while. The boy was shaking and crying. “Breathe, son. In and out. Good.”
When the boy’s sniffling had quietened down somewhat, Angel slapped his cock one more time. The boy howled and jerked, trying involuntarily to pull his legs closed, but what Angel found most interesting about his reaction was the clear shot of precum that slung out of his dick when Angel smacked it. The liquid flew sideways and landed on the couch with a soft patter. The boy collapsed back against the vampire’s chest, exhausted, and cried softly with his head on Angel’s shoulder and his eyes closed.
“Shhhh,” Angel soothed, petting the boy’s thigh with his stinging palm. “All done with that. We’ll give that pretty little cock a rest for now.” He let his left arm slacken around the boy’s waist, and when it was clear the boy wasn’t going to try to run, Angel let both hands slide up the boy’s smooth, tan stomach. Angel admired the warmth of the sweat-dampened body beneath his fingers, the perfect proportions of his torso and limbs, the cute little circles of chest hair around the boy’s small pink nipples, the thin line of hair that led down from the boy’s navel to his short patch of pubes. He wasn’t too hairy or too smooth, too average or too beautiful. He was attractive without being distracting. The word Angel kept coming back to in his mind as he stroked his hands over the boy’s flesh was... cute. In fact, he was exactly the kind of boy Angel would have bitten, maybe even turned, back before he had a soul. Not that he still thought in those terms.
He skimmed his palms down the boy’s body and over his thighs, petting him. He let one hand wander toward the boy’s groin and slide around his balls. The boy tensed uncomfortably as Angel cupped and gently manipulated his testicles. The boy’s dick was still hard, sticking right up as though volunteering for more pain. Angel pondered, not for the first time, what it was about some people that made their suffering more beautiful than other people’s suffering.
The boy whimpered softly as Angel tugged his sack, making his erection wave. “You stayed hard,” Angel murmured to him. “The whole time I was beating your cock, it stayed stiff. You even leaked while I was doing it. Why do you suppose that is?”
Humiliation had been flavoring the boy’s scent since his punishment started, but it spiked once more at the question. “I don’t know, sir,” the boy answered quietly. His face was still flushed from exertion, but his ears seemed to pinken with a freshly embarrassed blush.
“You didn’t like having your dick spanked, did you, Evan?” Angel asked, trailing his fingers softly over the swollen cockhead.
“No, sir,” the boy said sincerely.
“Well, I don’t know how you expect me to believe that,” Angel said. He gave the boy’s tender erection a firm stroke from root to tip. “Look at this thing.”
The boy’s ass nearly came up from Angel’s lap. “Aaaaaaaaaaah,” he gasped, his eyes widening comically.
“What?”
“Sir, it. It hurts,” the boy said.
“It hurts? You mean when I do this?” Angel slid the boy’s dick through his tight fist again.
“Oh, god!” the boy groaned, sounding agonized. “Sir, please!”
“But look at that precum just dripping out, Evan,” Angel said, squeezing the plump, sore cockhead. A tiny dribble of liquid escaped. “Your cock likes this.”
“No, no,” the boy said. He shook his head emphatically, squirming.
“Oh, yes it does. That’s pretty sick, Evan, getting off on pain like that. Would you say you’re a masochist?” Angel gave the tortured erection a twist.
“No!” the boy cried out, his whole body wincing. “Please! Sir, it’ll fall off!” He actually sounded like he believed that was true.
“Hush, now,” Angel murmured, going back to very gentle touches with his fingertips along the boy’s shaft. The boy was still shaking in his arms. “I did say we’d give your cock a rest, didn’t I? Even though it clearly doesn’t want one.” The boy let out a long, slow breath but didn’t otherwise respond. “So, I’ll give you a choice,” Angel continued. “I can either punish your balls,” and here he slid his hand around the boy’s warm, vulnerable testicles, feeling him immediately tense all over, “or I can punish your ass. You decide.”
The boy seemed frozen for a long moment.
“I know it’s a tough decision. You’re not going to like what I’ll do to you either way,” Angel told him. “And you’re already going to be walking funny for a couple of days. But these are the things we have to endure when we break the rules. Isn’t that right, Evan?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy said quietly.
“So choose. Balls or ass. Or I can choose for you.”
“I...” the boy hesitated. “Um. I guess my... ass. Sir.”
Angel nodded. “I figured you’d say that.” He let his hand slip away from the boy’s balls. “Stand up,” he said, popping the boy on the thigh with his palm. “Let me get a look at you.”
Angel had to help the boy slide off his lap onto rubbery legs. Angel’s clothes were damp from the boy’s sweat. The boy took a couple of steps and turned slightly, not sure whether to face Angel or not, keeping his eyes cast down. His dick had flushed even darker by now.
“Look at the door,” Angel directed, and the boy turned away from him. “Now bend over.” The boy bowed slightly. “More than that, son. Stick out your ass. Show me what I’m dealing with here.” As the boy tried to comply, Angel pulled the lube and the other small item from his pocket and set them on the couch. “Use your hands to spread your cheeks open for me,” he said.
The boy quickly straightened and turned to face Angel, giving him a scandalized look. “Sir?” he asked.
“You heard me,” said Angel. He twirled his finger in the air, indicating for the boy to turn back around. The boy did so, albeit quite slowly. “Now bend forward and show me your asshole, Evan. Don’t act like you’ve never done this before.”
“I haven’t,” the boy muttered, his ears flaming pink again. He bent forward a little and put his hands on his ass, just barely parting the cheeks.
“You can do better than that,” Angel said. The boy bent about an inch lower. With a sigh, Angel stood. “Like this,” he said. He put one hand flat between the boy’s shoulder blades and the other beneath his ass and pushed. The boy’s upper body immediately lowered while his ass came up, nearly forcing the boy onto his toes.
“Gah!” the boy grunted.
“That’s better,” said Angel. “Now open up that ass.” He stood behind the boy and placed both hands on top of the boy’s hands, spreading them further apart. “Hold it like that,” he said, noting for the first time that the boy’s blush extended down his back as well as his front. It was rather charming. “Good,” said Angel. “That isn’t so difficult, is it?”
“No, sir,” the boy mumbled, practically reeking of humiliation. This was definitely the most embarrassed he had been since he entered Angel’s office. Angel supposed it was because fewer people had probably seen the boy’s asshole than had seen and touched his dick.
“Tell me, Evan,” said Angel, taking his hands off the boy, “what has been inside this ass? I want a list.”
“Nothing, sir,” said the boy softly. He was trembling, not from any sort of physical difficulty, but because he was so ashamed to be in this position, holding himself open in front of Angel.
“Nothing? I find that hard to believe,” said Angel, though he didn’t really. The boy was obviously quite innocent, despite working at a formerly evil law firm. But the shadow of his hole surrounded by a fine dusting of short, brown hairs seemed so inviting. Angel couldn’t imagine a person not wanting to put something in it. “Not even fingers?” he asked.
“No, sir,” said the boy.
“There’s never been a finger in your asshole,” Angel pressed. “No adventurous lovers? Or a doctor?”
“Well, a doctor, once, sir,” the boy admitted. “I had to have a... a physical to play soccer in college.” His voice wavered, like he was embarrassed to confess even this small thing.
“I see,” said Angel. “Was the doctor male or female?”
A fresh wave of shame rolled off of the boy, nearly startling Angel. The question had seemed innocuous enough. “Male, sir,” the boy whispered.
Angel had to exert a lot of control not to smile at this information, once he realized why it embarrassed the boy so much. He turned and picked up the tube of lubricant from the couch and uncapped it, squirting a small amount on his fingers. Then he dropped the tube back to the couch and turned toward the heat of the boy’s flushed body. Placing one hand flat on the boy’s hot back, Angel very slowly reached forward and touched the tip of one lube-slicked finger to the boy’s asshole and traced around it. The boy shuddered.
“It turned you on, didn’t it?” Angel said. “To have that doctor’s finger in your ass.” The boy didn’t say anything at first, trembling as Angel’s finger slid gently over his puckered hole. “It gave you a hard-on,” Angel said. “Didn’t it?”
“That’s normal,” the kid finally said. He swallowed. “It happens to a lot of guys.”
“Sure,” said Angel, adding another finger and just stroking them wetly over the boy’s anus, giving it a tender massage. “Gay men love having their assholes fingered.”
“I’m not gay,” the boy insisted quietly, though it sounded more desperate than before.
“So you’ve said,” Angel conceded, still rubbing his fingers up and down the boy’s entrance. He let his fingers slide down the boy’s perineum to his balls, and then back up to the top of his crack before concentrating on his anus again. He could smell that the boy was still aroused, that this motion was adding to it. “You’re standing here spreading your cheeks for me while I slide my fingers all around your little boy-hole. But that’s not gay at all.”
The boy hung his head shamefully but didn’t say anything. His quickened breathing said enough.
“I know you want me to push my fingers in,” Angel went on. “I don’t blame you for that, Evan. I could make you come that way if I wanted, and we wouldn’t even have to touch your poor bruised cock anymore. But I’m not going to do that. There’s something else that’s going in here.”
The boy almost sounded like he would hyperventilate. “Sir, you said... you said you weren’t going to fuck me.”
“I’m not,” said Angel. “I have something else in mind for you. You aren’t going to like this little toy, Evan. Well... you might like part of it. But it’s going to be very uncomfortable for you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy whimpered.
Just after he said this, there was a knock on the office door. The boy’s body tried to jerk up in surprise, but Angel’s hand on his back held him down. “Did I say you could move?” Angel admonished. “Keep holding your ass open.” Then he called, “Yes?” His fingers continued rubbing over the boy’s slick hole.
“Hey, bossy,” Harmony called through the closed door. “I have some things for you to sign. You busy?”
Angel considered. “Are they important?” he asked. His fingers never stopped moving against the boy’s anus, pressing and releasing, like pushing a slick, fleshy button. The boy’s breathing was ragged and shallow.
“Um, one of them looks pretty important,” said Harmony. “And one is, you know, melting.”
To the boy, Angel said, “Have you ever met my assistant? Pretty blonde vampire who sits at the desk outside my office?”
“Sh-she’s the one who sent me in.”
“Right,” said Angel. “So I guess she knows you’re here already.” He called out, “Come in, Harmony.”
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Continued [here].
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Title: Professional Interest
Author: girlpire
Rating: NC17 (or FRAO)
Pairings: Angel/OMC, brief Harmony/OMC and Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: This story is based on the "Angel" series, with which I am not affiliated in any way. Joss Whedon is my master, etc.
Distribution: Please do not archive this story anywhere.
Summary: When an employee fails to follow Wolfram and Hart safety protocols, Angel decides to punish him personally.
Warnings: Slash, dubcon, humiliation, homophobia, orgasm denial, CBT (including POT). Also: No use looking here for any sort of deep meaning, plot, or character insight. It’s straight-up perverted self-indulgence. PWP like whoa.
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Professional Interest
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“Come in,” Angel said. “Shut the door.”
The boy quietly pulled the door closed behind himself. He was dark-haired, not quite as tall as Angel, and had a very young face, though he was probably in his late twenties. He swallowed and looked around the spacious office before reaching up to loosen his tie.
Angel stood and walked around in front of his desk. He leaned back against it, watching the boy. He could hear the boy’s heart thudding, smell his nervousness. He couldn’t remember the boy’s name... something with an S. Smith or Simpkins or Strickland. Wesley had gone on about him for so long that he’d tuned him out. “You’re nervous,” Angel said.
The boy’s hands hovered at his neck for a moment before dropping down helplessly. “I’m sorry.”
Angel beckoned the boy forward with his hand. He came quickly enough, though he moved in an awkward fashion, like he wasn’t quite sure where to put his hands or feet. He stopped in front of Angel and clenched his fists at his sides. Still leaning casually against the desk, Angel reached up and finished undoing the boy’s tie. He let it hang open from the boy’s collar and moved his hands to begin unbuttoning the boy’s shirt. “It’s okay to be nervous,” he said, feeling the boy’s body trembling beneath his fingertips. “It just means you understand why you’re here.” His hands slipped down, undoing each button carefully. “You do understand why you’re here, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, sir,” said the boy.
“Good,” said Angel. “Tell me.”
“I...” The boy paused, swallowing hard as Angel gently tugged the tails of his shirt out of his pants and finished unbuttoning it. “I-I’m here because... because I messed up, sir.”
Angel nodded. “That’s right.” He pushed the pale blue shirt back off the boy’s shoulders, the tie going with it. “Tell me how you messed up.” He gave the left sleeve a tug, freeing the boy’s arm, and then did the same to the right. Angel folded the shirt in half once and then laid it neatly across his desk.
The boy stood before the vampire in his thin white undershirt and gray slacks, too frightened to look Angel in the eyes. “I ruined one of the artifacts in security vault five, sir.”
“Arms up,” said Angel. As the boy raised his arms, Angel pulled the t-shirt up over his head and off. The shirt ruffled the boy’s soft brown hair. “Yes, you did,” said Angel. “Your department head is very upset with you.”
“I’m sorry!” the boy blurted. “I was just – it was on fire, and I thought—”
“Shh,” said Angel. “I’m talking now.”
The boy went silent, biting his lower lip. Goosebumps began to spring up along his bare arms.
Angel folded the undershirt and laid it on top of the button-up on his desk. “You know what you’re supposed to do when mystical artifacts catch fire,” he said. “Don’t you?” He looked at the boy’s face, waiting.
“Yes, sir,” the boy muttered. His right palm moved up over his left arm and down again quickly, either from nervousness or cold. Maybe both.
Angel crossed his arms. “What are you supposed to do?”
“I’m supposed to call Mr. Wyndham-Price.”
“That’s right,” said Angel. “He knows how to deal with every problem that could possibly arise inside of security vault five. You never need to try to handle it yourself. Do you understand?”
The boy nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Angel studied the boy’s young face for a moment, the dark blue eyes, pink mouth. He had long eyelashes and the barest hint of stubble along his jaw. His skin had a light, creamy tan. He looked more like he should be on a beach somewhere with his frat buddies than working in an office building. With a sigh, Angel reached for the boy’s belt buckle, noting how the boy flinched. He ignored it. “Now, tell me why you should have known to call your department head before you tried to put out the fire yourself.”
“I... I um,” the boy started, his hands clenching and releasing by his sides as Angel undid his belt. “I should have known because... it was in the handbook.”
Angel nodded, slipping the leather belt out of the belt loops. “And what else?”
“There’s a—a sign on the wall,” the boy added.
Angel rolled the belt into a coil in his hands and then set it on the desk. “What else?”
“He – Mr. Wyndham-Price – told us, sir.”
“And?” Angel popped open the button on the boy’s trousers.
The boy’s breath caught for a moment. “And you told us, sir.”
“When?” He tugged the zipper down. The boy’s pulse picked up even quicker, and Angel smelled a new wave of fear wafting from the smooth, tan skin. The scent was flavored with shame.
“At the – at the orientation, sir.” The boy was wearing white boxer-briefs. Angel could see them peeking out of the open flap at the front of his pants.
“Take your shoes off,” said Angel. He watched the boy comply, toeing off his shoes and leaving them together beside his socked feet. “Do you remember what else we told you at orientation?” he asked. When the boy hesitated, Angel added, “About what would happen if you didn’t follow the security vault rules.”
“You said that it was occasion for...” The boy blushed as Angel took hold of the waistband of his pants.
Angel paused. “Occasion for what?”
“Er—punishment, sir,” the boy said.
“That’s right,” said Angel. He pulled down the boy’s gray slacks, revealing the white cotton underwear. Still holding the waistband, Angel said, “Step out.”
The boy put a tentative hand on Angel’s shoulder for balance. He picked up one foot and then the other, allowing the vampire to remove his trousers. When they were off, he said, “Can I ask a question, sir?”
Angel tilted his head while folding the trousers to add to the pile on his desk.
“I thought – I mean, isn’t Mr. Wyndham-Price supposed to be the one who...?”
“Like I said, your department head is very upset with you.” Angel crossed his arms again, regarding the boy frankly. “The book you destroyed was over a thousand years old.”
“But it was burning anyway,” the boy said. “Even if I hadn’t—”
“It does that sometimes,” Angel told him. “You do realize what department you work in?”
The boy sighed heavily, his eyes falling closed. He had the look of a condemned man. “I’m really sorry, sir,” he said.
“That’s good to know,” Angel said. “Now, I offered to punish you myself, because Mr. Wyndham-Price was concerned that his temper might affect your punishment. Trust me, I’ve seen the man get angry. He could scare off a Crull demon. I actually felt sorry for you.” Angel watched the boy’s reaction. He seemed to relax a bit at the revelation that Angel was being sympathetic. That wouldn’t do. “But just because I’m taking pity on you doesn’t mean you’re going to get off easy,” he added. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said the boy.
“Good. Go sit over there.” Angel gestured toward the large leather couch at the side of his office. The boy, seeming confused at first, turned and walked toward it. Angel watched his butt move beneath the material of his underwear. It was small and round and swayed like a bell. Angel took a few moments to consider exactly what kind of punishment he ought to give the boy, then stood and went around his desk to look in the drawers. He rummaged for a while, reflecting on their conversation. The boy had been obviously embarrassed to be stripped, though Angel wasn’t sure whether that was because he was naturally modest, because he was in public, because he was being treated as a child, or because he was being stripped by another male. At any rate, it made him uncomfortable, so that was something Angel would capitalize on. He thought about simply beating him, maybe even with the boy’s own belt, but discarded the idea. Traditional punishments didn’t always work, and though pain was a powerful motivator, it wasn’t as powerful as humiliation. And the vault rules were incredibly important. Most of the items in those vaults either had been or would be used to influence the outcome of the apocalypse. He couldn’t have these naïve kids running around pouring holy water on everything.
His mind made up, Angel grabbed a couple of items from the bottom right drawer and pocketed them, then walked over to the couch. The boy sat there nervously in his underwear, hands on his knees. He swallowed as Angel approached.
“You remember what your contract says about punishment,” Angel said, standing in front of the boy, “right?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy said.
“Tell me.”
“I, uh. Well, if I do something wrong, then you can... do whatever you think is necessary. To me. As a penalty.”
“Or what?”
“Or I can find other employment,” the boy finished.
Angel nodded. “You signed this contract before you started working here, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So you understand that you have the option to leave before we start.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you want to leave?” Angel gave the boy a long look. “Your clothes are over there if you’d prefer to take them and go clean out your desk.”
The boy hesitated. For a moment, Angel thought he would bolt, but instead he asked, “Sir, before I decide, will you tell me what you’re going to do to me?”
“No,” said Angel.
The boy started at the blunt answer. “Well, am I... will I have to go to the hospital afterwards, or...?” One hand went timidly up to the side of the boy’s neck.
The gesture amused Angel. “No,” he said.
“I don’t think I can find another job, sir,” said the boy, dropping his hand.
Angel nodded. “Then you’re staying?”
“I-I guess I am.”
“Good,” said Angel. “Stand up.”
The boy stood, arms akimbo, and waited. His small nipples had drawn up in the cool of the air, and Angel gazed thoughtfully at his body, deciding how to begin. The boy cleared his throat and looked away. Angel eventually spoke.
“You’re a handsome guy,” he said conversationally. “How old are you?”
“I’m 26, sir.”
“Just a kid, really,” Angel mused. “And you’re gay, right?”
“What?” The boy’s eyebrows shot up. “No, I’m not.”
Angel squinted at him. “You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure,” the boy said, frowning.
“All right.” Angel gestured at the office door. “They were just saying... well, it doesn’t matter.”
“What? People were saying I’m gay?” The boy seemed genuinely concerned. Angel had pegged him right, which would make this punishment a lot more effective.
“Just some of the secretaries,” Angel said, waving it away. “Don’t worry; we don’t discriminate here. It doesn’t matter to me if you like sucking cock.”
The boy’s mouth dropped open. “I don’t!”
“Like I said, either way is fine. Now take those off.” Angel indicated the boy’s boxer-briefs.
“Oh,” said the boy, looking down.
“I don’t have all day, kid.” Without waiting for a response, Angel stepped forward and tucked his fingertips into the waistband of the boy’s underwear. He tugged downward, pulling the white garment to the boy’s knees. The boy was clearly surprised, and he quickly cupped his hands in front of his crotch, the scent of embarrassment rolling off of him into the cool air. “No need to be modest,” said Angel. “Hands by your sides.” As the boy looked away and slowly moved his hands, fists clenching, Angel tsked. “Well, I can see why you’re embarrassed now,” he said.
The boy looked mortified. “Excuse me?”
Angel shook his head. “It’s not really a big deal. Literally.” He smirked, then added, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’re a grower.” In actuality, the boy’s soft penis was at least average-sized, but, being male, Angel knew exactly where an insecurity lay. And he could always offer his own as a basis for comparison, which would surely embarrass the kid further. “In fact, why don’t you go ahead and get it hard? The sooner we start, the sooner it’ll be over.”
“I... what? What?” the boy stammered. His hands moved forward and back, like he wanted to cover himself, but remembered not to at the last second. He looked even younger standing there with his underwear around his knees.
“What?” said Angel.
“Are you going to...” the boy swallowed. “Fuck me?” His voice came out high and as soft as a whisper.
“Don’t be stupid,” Angel said. “This is supposed to be a punishment. Now get it hard.”
“I’m not sure I...” The boy’s hands hovered around his dick. It was circumcised, the tip plump and pink. “You want me to just...?”
Angel raised an eyebow. “You seriously need me to tell you how to make your own cock hard?”
Confused and embarrassed, the boy took hold of his penis and began rubbing it while Angel watched. He couldn’t meet the vampire’s eyes, so he looked down, practically vibrating with the shame of doing this in front of his boss.
“Look at me,” Angel said.
The boy looked up, his hand pausing.
“Don’t stop playing with your dick,” Angel said. “Just look at me while you do it.”
The boy’s hand resumed its motion while he looked into Angel’s eyes, blushing furiously. Angel reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tube of lubricant.
“Give me your hand,” he said. When the boy did, he squirted some lube on his palm. “Use that. No, keep looking at me. That’s right. Good boy.” Angel tilted his head, watching the boy’s face. He only broke eye contact to look down at the motion of the boy’s hand for a while, then looked back at the boy’s eyes. “You’re starting to get hard,” he said. “Looking at a man and jerking your cock. You’re positive you’re not gay?”
“Yes, sir. I'm positive,” the boy insisted.
“Fair enough,” said Angel. “Remind me what your name is.”
“Simons, sir. Evan Simons.”
“Tell me how you feel right now, Evan.”
The boy swallowed. He seemed to do that a lot when he was nervous. But his hand kept sliding over his stiffening penis, as ordered. “Sir?”
“Tell me what it feels like to jerk off in front of another man. Do you like it?”
“No, sir,” said Evan. His cheeks were bright pink.
“Then why is it making you hard?” asked Angel.
“Because I... It just does, sir.”
“Tell me why, Evan.”
“Because it feels good?” the boy guessed. His blush was creeping down over his neck.
“That’s what I thought,” said Angel. “Have you ever masturbated in front of someone else before?” He kept any feeling out of his voice, just speaking in a calm and direct tone. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
“No, sir,” said the boy.
“Why not?”
“Um. Because I...” He seemed at a loss.
“Is it embarrassing, Evan? Keep moving your hand.”
The boy’s hand picked up a little speed, the lube making a sticky sound. He had a full erection by now. “Yes, sir. It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s private, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m witnessing one of your most private moments right now,” Angel said, looking intently at the boy’s eyes. “I’m watching how you touch yourself when nobody can see you. The face you make. Do you always blush this hard, or is it because I’m standing here watching you play with yourself?”
“It’s, uh, because you’re watching me, sir.” The blush had spread down the boy’s chest, pinkening his lightly tanned skin, and he was putting off a lot of heat. Angel was standing about three feet away from him and could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“I’m trying to imagine what this must be like for you,” Angel said. “Being told to jerk yourself off in front of another man who has complete control over your body. No, don’t stop. Play with your balls, too. Use your other hand. Good. I mean, you’re not even gay, so you can’t really enjoy performing for me like this, and yet here you are in the middle of my office, naked and hard, rubbing your cock just because I said to. Tell me what you think of that, Evan.” Angel watched with professional interest as he waited for the boy to respond. This punishment session would be an amusing distraction from his workload, although having to maintain an air of cool composure - while not especially difficult for a vampire his age - took some of the fun out of it.
The boy shuddered as he slowly fisted his cock and squeezed his balls. He looked pretty ridiculous, standing there in his socks with his underwear around his knees, but then, that was the point. “Um, I don’t like it, sir,” he mumbled.
“You’re doing it to keep your job,” said Angel. “I’m basically paying you right now to rub your dick while I watch. What does that make you, Evan?” He waited for the boy to answer, then added, “Who gets paid for sex, boy? What do we call those people?”
“Um,” said the boy. “Whores, sir?”
“That’s right. So what does that make you right now? Say it.”
“I... I’m a whore, sir.” As soon as the words left Evan’s mouth, Angel sensed a spike in the boy’s level of shame. Good. This was getting them somewhere.
“Tell me why you’re my whore today, Evan,” said Angel. “Tell me what you did.”
The boy looked down, his shoulders slumping. “I broke the rules, sir.”
“Look at me,” Angel reminded him. When the boy looked up, Angel said, “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy whispered.
“Yes, sir... what?”
“Yes, sir, I... I deserve to be punished, sir.”
Angel nodded, satisfied. He walked to the couch and sat down in the center of it, the soft leather sinking slightly. “Come here,” he said, reaching toward the boy.
The boy looked at him, unsure of what to do. He stopped jerking his cock and just stood there. “Sir?”
“Come here,” Angel repeated. He indicated his lap. “You’re going to sit on my lap.”
“I...” The boy looked horrified at the prospect.
“If I have to say it again, you’ll wish Mr. Wyndham-Price was here to rescue you,” Angel said.
The boy took a step toward the couch, stll looking uncertain. Then he turned and lowered his naked ass tentatively onto Angel’s thigh.
“I’ve been watching you masturbate, Evan. There’s really no need to be shy.” Angel dragged the boy’s overheated body back against his chest, hearing as well as feeling the boy’s pulse race. Evan’s underwear had fallen down all the way and now hung on one ankle as Angel situated the boy on his lap. He placed the boy’s legs on either side of his own so that they remained spread, then wrapped his left arm around the boy’s stomach, his right hand resting on the boy’s thigh, close to his erection. He trailed his fingertips up and down the soft thigh while the boy remained tense in his lap. “Lean back,” he said. “Yeah, right against my chest. There. Nice and cozy, aren’t we?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy gritted out, sounding anything but pleased at this new humiliation.
Angel looked down over the boy’s shoulder, watching him inhale and exhale. Angel’s left arm around the boy’s stomach traveled up and down as the boy breathed, the dark red of his shirt a stark contrast to the boy’s creamy skin. The boy’s erection pointed up, glistening with lube, the piss slit practically pouting at him. Hard, the boy’s penis was about six inches long, perfectly formed, thick and pink, the thin ridge of his scar neatly circling the shaft a couple of inches below the head.
“That’s kind of pretty,” Angel murmured in the boy’s ear. “Anyone ever tell you what a pretty dick you have, Evan?”
“No, sir,” the boy said. He swallowed uncomfortably.
Angel supposed that the boy was glad he didn’t have to look him in the eye anymore, but that was a fair compromise for the embarrassing position. He let his fingers play up and down the boy’s thigh, nearing but not touching his genitals. “We’re just going to have a nice little conversation,” Angel said. “I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer them as honestly as you can. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said the boy.
“Good. When was the last time you had sex?” Angel felt the boy jerk slightly in his arms.
“Uh,” he said. “I don’t – I don’t –”
“Of course you know,” said Angel. “You’re a guy. We keep track.”
The boy cleared his throat. “I guess it was... three months ago?”
“Huh, that’s a long time for a whore,” Angel said, and he felt the slight flinch again. “You don’t have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?”
“She, uh. Left. I mean, we broke up. About three months ago.”
“I see. And what have you been doing to get off since then?”
“I um. I guess I, you know, masturbate, sir.”
“You guess you masturbate?”
“I masturbate, sir.” The boy shifted in Angel’s lap. His cock swayed.
Angel went on gently tickling the boy’s upper thigh with his fingertips as he talked. “And how often do you do that? Don’t say you don’t know.”
“I... every day, sir.”
“How many times a day?” Angel could smell the boy’s guilty conscience.
“Just once or twice, sir.”
“Is that all?”
“Sometimes three times,” the boy muttered.
“I see. Well, with a pretty little cock like that, I almost don’t blame you.” Angel looked down the boy’s slender body at the erection sticking up from the neat patch of brown hair at his groin. “A dick like that wants touching, doesn’t it?” he said. “It’s practically begging for it. In fact, it’s asking so nicely, maybe I should go ahead and give it what it wants. What do you think, Evan?”
The boy didn’t answer, but Angel could smell the fresh wave of shame at the idea of another man touching his erect penis.
Angel slid his hand up the boy’s thigh. “You’re scared you’ll enjoy it, aren’t you?” he said. “How about this: I’ll just use one finger.” Angel placed the tip of his index finger at the base of the boy’s cock and then drew it lightly up the length of the slick underside, pausing just beneath the head to make tiny circles. He felt the boy’s whole body shudder in his lap, the boy’s dick giving a little twitch. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Angel asked.
“No, sir,” the boy whispered, his voice sounding tormented.
“I think you liked it,” Angel murmured near his ear. “Here, I’ll do it again.” Angel’s fingertip traced a vein teasingly up the boy’s shaft, then dragged over his piss slit. The boy practically jumped out of his skin. “Oh yeah, you definitely liked that,” Angel observed.
The boy said nothing. He was almost glowing with shame and heat.
“Have you ever had another man touch you like that?” Angel asked.
“No, sir.”
“You think it’s wrong, don’t you?”
The boy hesitated, then said, “Yes, sir.”
“You think it’s dirty to get turned on by a man touching your cock.”
“Yes, sir.”
Angel played his fingertips very lightly around the ridge of the boy’s cockhead, feeling the boy tense in his arms, his rushing blood loud to Angel’s sensitive ears. “So what does that make you, Evan?” he asked softly.
The boy swallowed. He obviously knew what he was expected to say, but seemed to find it difficult. “Dirty, sir.”
“That’s right, boy. A dirty what?”
“A dirty... whore, sir.”
“You’re catching on, Evan. That’s good.” Angel continued to stroke the head of the boy’s cock very softly with his fingertips, just barely teasing it. It strained upward toward his hand. “This is what will happen to you every time you mess up the way you did today,” Angel explained quietly in the boy’s ear. The boy was breathing irregularly, tense, obviously trying not to flinch away from Angel’s caressing fingers. “I’ll turn you into a dirty whore, Evan. I’ll make you do things that you hate, things that you’ll remember forever and be ashamed of whenever you think of them. Because how else are you going to learn how important it is to follow the rules?”
“You could... ah...” The boy’s thighs tightened and relaxed. Angel could feel his muscles clench. “You could whip me instead, sir.”
“That’s what you were expecting me to do, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“It’s what you would prefer.”
“Yes, sir.” A tiny droplet of moisture began to form in the boy’s slit as Angel played idly with the flared ridge around his cockhead.
“Do you understand why that makes this a better punishment for you?” Angel asked, dipping one fingertip into the wetness and rubbing it up and down the piss slit a few times.
The boy’s body vibrated in his lap. “Ah, y-y-yes, s-s-sir,” he choked out, every muscle twitching.
Angel smiled. “That was a good one,” he mused. “Let’s try that again.” He dragged his fingertip across the slit again quickly, pressing in just a little. The boy gasped and jerked in his arms. “How does that feel, Evan?”
“It’s, uh... It’s intense, sir.” The heat of the boy’s flushed body was soaking through Angel’s clothes.
“You’re pretty sensitive there, right?” Angel tapped the tip of the boy’s dick.
“Yes, sir.”
“But you like being touched like that. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
The boy hesitated, clearly not wanting to admit it. “Yes, sir,” he finally said.
Angel went on trailing his fingers gently up and down the boy’s erection, feeling the heat of it. “So you’re a dirty whore who’s actually enjoying sitting in a man’s lap and getting his cock played with. Did you ever imagine you would end up like this?”
The boy swallowed. “No, sir.”
“What did you want to be when you grew up, Evan?”
“I wanted to be a lawyer,” he said quietly.
“Yeah? Not a nasty pervert who lets men feel him up and likes it?” Even without his vampire senses, Angel would have been able to tell the boy was humiliated.
“No, sir,” the boy gritted out.
“But you’re so good at this,” said Angel. “Just sitting here on my lap while I do anything I want to you.” He fully wrapped his fingers around the boy’s erection and gave it a squeeze. It was hot in his hand, full and tight. “Your cock loves this, boy. Why does your cock love this so much if you keep saying you don’t want it?”
“I don’t... I don’t know...” The boy shook his head, as though trying to deny how hard he was.
Angel gave the boy’s dick some long, full strokes while watching over his shoulder. The boy’s chest rose and fell over and over with his hard breathing. Angel noticed that the boy was also looking down at his penis disappearing and reappearing in the vampire’s fist. “It turns you on to see your cock getting worked like this, doesn’t it, Evan?” Angel asked him. “To just sit there and let someone else jerk you off.”
The boy didn’t answer right away, so Angel went on, “It’s too bad I’m a guy, isn’t it? See, if I were a woman, it would make sense for you to be enjoying this so much. It wouldn’t be so disgusting for you to come this way if you were getting played with by soft, small hands with painted pink nails. Right? But look at my hands, Evan. Look who’s holding your dick. Look who’s making you feel good.”
Angel kept stroking the boy’s cock firmly with his right hand. His other hand slipped down the boy’s body and cupped the fuzzy balls hanging just below. He tugged them down a bit and the boy made a sound with his mouth, a sound that sounded half turned-on and half upset.
“I can’t help wondering what your parents would think if they saw you right now, Evan,” Angel murmured, shading his voice with a hint of disapproval. “I mean, it’s clear how much you’re enjoying this.” He gave the boy’s cockhead a generous squeeze as his hand slid upward, and the boy jerked in his lap and gasped. “What would they think if they saw how much you liked for your boss to play with your body at work? They’d never know you were being punished. They might even think this is what your job is, that I pay you to stay naked in my office and sit on my lap and be my boy-whore.”
The boy made another small sound, almost a whimper as Angel continued the slow, steady pumping of his erection, squeezing the head on each stroke. A dribble of precum rolled out and Angel paused, holding the boy’s cock around the base as the wetness slid down.
“Look at that,” said Angel, still using his disapproving tone. “What just came out of your cock, son? What is that stuff?”
The boy’s voice was quiet, higher than usual. “It’s, um... It’s precum, sir.” He was blushing down to his bones.
“I see,” said Angel, resuming the stroking, now wetter than before. “So you must really like this, huh?”
The boy almost sounded near tears. “No, sir,” he whispered. Another dribble of precum slipped down the boy’s dick, rolling over Angel’s knuckles and dripping onto the boy’s balls. The boy’s body shivered in Angel’s arms.
“No? Really?” Angel asked. “Then why’s it doing that? How come you’re leaking out dogwater all over your balls?”
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” the boy tried.
“I don’t care if you’re sorry. I asked you a question, Evan. Why’s this stuff coming out if you don’t like it?” Angel’s hand sped fractionally, still giving those long, tight strokes to the boy’s flushed cock.
“Because it—it feels good, sir,” the boy admitted, disgrace evident in his voice. His whole body was tensing, his breath short and sharp.
“Even though it’s a man doing this to you?”
The boy nodded his head, not taking his eyes off Angel’s hands.
“If I keep doing this,” Angel said, “you’re going to come, aren’t you? You’re going to shoot off right here, sitting in my lap like a little boy.”
The boy shifted his hips, a slight rocking motion. “Yes, sir,” he whispered, breathing heavily.
“Yes, sir... what?”
“Yes, sir, I’m... it’s going to make me...” The boy put one hand forward as though he wanted to take over the stroking, then dropped his hand again, clenching his fists.
“But what you really want,” Angel said, “is for me to stop. Isn’t that right? You don’t want me to make you come. Because that would be wrong, wouldn’t it?”
“I...” The boy paused, confused, his breath still going hard. “I...”
Angel could feel that the boy was almost at the point of no return. The dick in his hand was rigid and ready, the balls begining to draw up. The boy’s neck was sweating. “Unless you really are gay,” Angel added.
“No,” whispered the boy.
“No?” Angel switched from long strokes to concentrating his motions just beneath the head of the boy’s cock, and the next sound the boy made was almost a moan as all the muscles in his body tensed. “All right,” Angel said. “I understand.” Then he let go.
The boy made a quiet anguished sound at the sudden loss of contact. His erection quivered in the air, releasing another clear dribble but no actual cum as Angel went back to lightly playing his fingertips up and down the boy’s thigh. The boy made a motion as if to reach for his own dick, then stopped, his breath shuddering. He let his arm go limp again.
“Wow, look at that,” Angel whispered to the boy. “Look how hard your cock is. It’s still dripping, Evan. I think it really wanted to come just now.”
The boy swallowed as he stared down at the shiny pink erection standing up from his body.
“What do you think, Evan?” Angel asked him. “Were you ready to come with another man’s hand on your pretty little cock?”
The boy’s panting was slowing a little, but he was still breathing hard. “Yes, sir,” he admitted softly, the shame of it tinting his scent.
“Oh, you should have said so,” Angel said, feigning surprise. “I probably would have let you. To tell the truth, I was starting to forget this was supposed to be a punishment.” He slid his hand up the boy’s thigh and cupped his balls, giving them a tug. When he let go, the boy’s hard cock bobbed in the air. Angel wrapped his fingers around it again and gave it a squeeze, hearing the soft whimper at the back of the boy’s throat. “We should probably get this thing to go down,” he mused. “What do you think would be the best way to do that, Evan? Hmm?”
“I, uh...” The boy’s voice dropped away as Angel slowly but firmly started stroking his cock again. They both watched the wet, distinctly-shaped head disappear into Angel’s fist and then emerge over and over. The boy let out a long, shuddery breath.
“Answer me, boy,” Angel murmured in the kid’s ear. “What’s the best way to get you soft again?” He let his fist pause at the top of the boy’s shaft and just moved his thumb across the tip and back down a few times, the wetness of the lube combined with precum making a squelching sound with the motion.
“Ah-ah,” the boy grunted helplessly, his hips rocking forward. “You could—you could make me come, sir.”
“Yeah?” said Angel, continuing the teasing thumb movement. It basically amounted to a tight, wet handjob on just the head of the boy’s cock. “You think you could come from me just doing this? This right here?”
The boy squirmed uncomfortably, one hand squeezing the leather cushion beside Angel’s hip. “Y-yes, sir. I think. I think I could.” He swallowed.
“And then you would go soft?” Angel clarified, still rubbing. “You promise? Because I really don’t think you should have your cock all hard like this during your punishment, Evan. You’re not actually supposed to be enjoying yourself.”
“I-I promise, sir,” the boy gasped, getting out of breath again. “It’ll go soft after. After I come. If you’ll just give me. A minute.” He was starting to writhe now, slowly, as though hoping Angel wouldn’t notice his gyrations. His head fell a little to the side as his heart pounded faster and his muscles clenched and relaxed. It took less time for him to approach orgasm this time because it hadn’t been long since he’d been at the edge already.
“Although,” Angel thought aloud, “if I did let you come, you’d like it. And that wouldn’t be a punishment at all, really. Would it, Evan?”
The boy panted quietly, not answering.
“I asked you a question, boy,” Angel said, stimulating the cockhead mercilessly. “It wouldn’t be a punishment if I let you come, would it? Answer me.”
“N-no, no, sir,” the boy whimpered.
“You’re right,” said Angel. “I really should stop.”
Just as the boy hit the hard edge of coming for the second time, Angel let go of his dick. It was so engorged that it actually thumped against the boy’s stomach when Angel released it, a stream of clear liquid smearing on the boy’s skin. The boy gasped and hunched forward such that Angel actually had to tighten his grip on the kid so he wouldn’t fall. He was trembling all over, frustration evident in his posture and the scent of his sweat.
“It’s okay, kid,” Angel said, softly stroking the boy’s thigh again, mere inches from the angry erection. “We’ll think of some other way to get your dick soft.”
“Yes. Sir,” the boy gritted through clenched teeth.
Angel tugged the boy’s balls again and watched his hard cock wobble in the air. After a moment, he placed two fingertips on the underside of it and drew them up the shaft slowly, considering. He rubbed lightly at that magic spot just under the head. Another tiny bubble of precum welled up from the slit as the boy sighed. “Still leaking,” Angel observed. “But you’ll probably lose your hard-on if I hurt you a little bit.”
The boy gulped. Angel could tell by the shift in his body that the boy was realizing how close Angel’s mouth was to his neck. That was sort of cute. “Hurt me?” the boy asked. His body was damp with light perspiration at his neck and chest and behind his knees, and at the small of his back. His significant body heat had even warmed the vampire through his clothes.
“Just a little,” said Angel, bouncing the boy’s cock gently against his fingers. It bumped Angel’s hand repeatedly with a quiet, slick sound. “Like I said, you’re not really supposed to like this so much.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the boy said.
“Oh, I don’t blame you,” Angel said. “I’m just surprised that a straight boy like you likes the feel of a man’s hand on his dick, that’s all. I mean, just because everyone already thinks you like sucking cock and taking it up the ass doesn’t mean you have to just roll over for it, you know?” Angel had, of course, lived too long to subscribe to any kind of prejudice when it came to sexuality, but focusing on the boy’s own narrow-mindedness was a fairly easy way to torment him. Although there were those Angel suspected would enjoy being at his mercy this way, it was obvious how humiliated the boy felt. “Here, this will probably help,” Angel added.
Instead of the gentle tapping Angel had been applying to the underside of the boy’s cock to make it bounce, he suddenly smacked it hard, the sound sharp and loud in the huge office. “Ah!” the boy cried, hunching over. His hands came forward to protect his groin, but Angel took both the boy’s hands and pulled them behind the boy’s back.
“No touching,” Angel said. He wrapped his left arm around the boy’s waist again, trapping the boy against him so that his hands stayed stuck between their bodies. He used his right hand to carelessly bounce the boy’s erection again. “Did that hurt?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” the boy said. He was still cringing.
“Good,” said Angel. He slapped the bottom of the kid’s cock a second time.
“Fuck!” the boy shouted. His legs tried to pull closed, but Angel’s own legs kept them spread.
“Evan, stop trying to get away,” Angel said calmly. He let two fingers just rub up and down the boy’s dick, and it flexed toward his hand for more comfort. Before the sting could be smoothed away, he smacked it again.
“Uhn!” the boy grunted, followed by a high-pitched whimper in the back of his throat. The boy wasn’t crying – not yet – but his eyes were about to start watering.
“Don’t tell me you weren’t expecting this,” Angel said. “You knew when you came into my office that I was going to beat you. Didn’t you?” His fingers were back to the light stroking again.
“Yes, sir,” the boy whispered. “I-I thought you would.”
“Not like this, though?”
The boy shook his head slowly. “No.”
Angel slapped the side of the boy’s erection instead of the bottom. The boy let out a gasp of air from his lungs, his whole body jerking, as his hard dick bobbed to the side and back again. He moaned so quietly that even Angel almost didn’t hear it. It was a sound of pain and dread that the pain would come again soon. Angel started gently bouncing the boy’s cock against his hand again.
“You ever had your dick spanked like this before, Evan?”
“No, sir.” The boy had squeezed a couple of tears from his eyes. He wasn’t crying freely, but there were two shiny tracks on his face.
“Stings like a son of a bitch, doesn’t it? Especially if your cock’s really sensitive from trying to come and not being able to. I’ve seen men on the edge come just from getting their dicks slapped, Evan. Did you even know that could happen?”
The boy shook his head again. “No, sir.”
“It’s overstimulation,” Angel went on, giving the dark pink cockhead a little pinch. The boy gasped softly. “Sensory overload. But it’s one of the most painful, least satisfying orgasms you could have.” He traced the boy’s damp piss slit with one fingertip. “You still want to come, Evan?”
“No, sir,” the boy said, sounding terrified.
Angel actually smiled at that, though the boy couldn’t see his expression. “Well, we’ll just hope it doesn’t get to that point.” He lifted his hand to slap the boy’s erection again, but before he could, the boy flinched, his whole body tensing for impact. “Relax,” Angel said. “Clenching like that isn’t going to help.” As soon as the boy had forced his body to relax a little, Angel followed through with a powerful smack.
“FUCK!” the boy shouted, his dick swinging. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”
“Breathe,” Angel whispered to him, stroking his thigh. “Breathe through it, Evan. It’s not that bad.” Truthfully, Angel knew that it must be terribly painful, not just because of how sensitive the boy’s penis already was, but also because the force behind Angel’s hand was much greater than a human’s. He was carefully measuring out how much strength to use so that the boy wouldn’t be damaged too badly. It was more consideration than he’d given anyone he was deliberately hurting in a long time.
The boy was panting, beads of sweat springing up at his temples. Angel gave him just a moment, then quickly slapped his cock twice, hard, with no pause. The boy screamed. His scream ended with a choked-off sob, his whole body shaking.
“Shhh, shhh, you’re okay,” Angel said. “Remember to breathe. You can take it.”
The boy shook his head emphatically, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Please, sir. No more. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” Angel said. He ran his fingers up and down the boy’s sore cock gently. “I’m not going to hurt you more than you can handle.”
“But it already—”
“Shhh,” Angel said, and slapped him again.
The boy choked on whatever else he was going to say, the words becoming garbled into an abrupt expression of intense pain. He hunched into himself as much as he could while being restrained on Angel’s lap, panting fast and shallow for a few seconds before forcing himself to take deeper, longer breaths.
“Good,” Angel said, rubbing the boy’s thigh. “You’re taking this really well, Evan. We’ll just do a few more, and then switch to something else.”
“Oh, god,” the boy moaned.
“Or we can stick with this,” Angel offered. He hit the boy again, waited a few seconds for the boy to control himself, and then beat him twice, one slap from the right side, followed by a backhanded slap from the left. These were harder than before.
“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!” the boy screamed. “Ah! Nngh! Fuck! Fuck!” He was covered in sweat by now and began to sob, “Please! Please, sir, stop!”
“Two more,” said Angel.
“Please, I can’t... I can’t!”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Evan. Of course you can.” To prove his point, Angel delivered one hard slap immediately. The sharp clap of it seemed to echo around his office, followed by the agonized sounds the boy was making. “See?” Angel said. “Not so bad.” He ran his fingers up and down the boy’s shaft, noting the color. It was dark, angry looking – nearly purple. It would darken further from bruising, but that would take a little while. The boy was shaking and crying. “Breathe, son. In and out. Good.”
When the boy’s sniffling had quietened down somewhat, Angel slapped his cock one more time. The boy howled and jerked, trying involuntarily to pull his legs closed, but what Angel found most interesting about his reaction was the clear shot of precum that slung out of his dick when Angel smacked it. The liquid flew sideways and landed on the couch with a soft patter. The boy collapsed back against the vampire’s chest, exhausted, and cried softly with his head on Angel’s shoulder and his eyes closed.
“Shhhh,” Angel soothed, petting the boy’s thigh with his stinging palm. “All done with that. We’ll give that pretty little cock a rest for now.” He let his left arm slacken around the boy’s waist, and when it was clear the boy wasn’t going to try to run, Angel let both hands slide up the boy’s smooth, tan stomach. Angel admired the warmth of the sweat-dampened body beneath his fingers, the perfect proportions of his torso and limbs, the cute little circles of chest hair around the boy’s small pink nipples, the thin line of hair that led down from the boy’s navel to his short patch of pubes. He wasn’t too hairy or too smooth, too average or too beautiful. He was attractive without being distracting. The word Angel kept coming back to in his mind as he stroked his hands over the boy’s flesh was... cute. In fact, he was exactly the kind of boy Angel would have bitten, maybe even turned, back before he had a soul. Not that he still thought in those terms.
He skimmed his palms down the boy’s body and over his thighs, petting him. He let one hand wander toward the boy’s groin and slide around his balls. The boy tensed uncomfortably as Angel cupped and gently manipulated his testicles. The boy’s dick was still hard, sticking right up as though volunteering for more pain. Angel pondered, not for the first time, what it was about some people that made their suffering more beautiful than other people’s suffering.
The boy whimpered softly as Angel tugged his sack, making his erection wave. “You stayed hard,” Angel murmured to him. “The whole time I was beating your cock, it stayed stiff. You even leaked while I was doing it. Why do you suppose that is?”
Humiliation had been flavoring the boy’s scent since his punishment started, but it spiked once more at the question. “I don’t know, sir,” the boy answered quietly. His face was still flushed from exertion, but his ears seemed to pinken with a freshly embarrassed blush.
“You didn’t like having your dick spanked, did you, Evan?” Angel asked, trailing his fingers softly over the swollen cockhead.
“No, sir,” the boy said sincerely.
“Well, I don’t know how you expect me to believe that,” Angel said. He gave the boy’s tender erection a firm stroke from root to tip. “Look at this thing.”
The boy’s ass nearly came up from Angel’s lap. “Aaaaaaaaaaah,” he gasped, his eyes widening comically.
“What?”
“Sir, it. It hurts,” the boy said.
“It hurts? You mean when I do this?” Angel slid the boy’s dick through his tight fist again.
“Oh, god!” the boy groaned, sounding agonized. “Sir, please!”
“But look at that precum just dripping out, Evan,” Angel said, squeezing the plump, sore cockhead. A tiny dribble of liquid escaped. “Your cock likes this.”
“No, no,” the boy said. He shook his head emphatically, squirming.
“Oh, yes it does. That’s pretty sick, Evan, getting off on pain like that. Would you say you’re a masochist?” Angel gave the tortured erection a twist.
“No!” the boy cried out, his whole body wincing. “Please! Sir, it’ll fall off!” He actually sounded like he believed that was true.
“Hush, now,” Angel murmured, going back to very gentle touches with his fingertips along the boy’s shaft. The boy was still shaking in his arms. “I did say we’d give your cock a rest, didn’t I? Even though it clearly doesn’t want one.” The boy let out a long, slow breath but didn’t otherwise respond. “So, I’ll give you a choice,” Angel continued. “I can either punish your balls,” and here he slid his hand around the boy’s warm, vulnerable testicles, feeling him immediately tense all over, “or I can punish your ass. You decide.”
The boy seemed frozen for a long moment.
“I know it’s a tough decision. You’re not going to like what I’ll do to you either way,” Angel told him. “And you’re already going to be walking funny for a couple of days. But these are the things we have to endure when we break the rules. Isn’t that right, Evan?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy said quietly.
“So choose. Balls or ass. Or I can choose for you.”
“I...” the boy hesitated. “Um. I guess my... ass. Sir.”
Angel nodded. “I figured you’d say that.” He let his hand slip away from the boy’s balls. “Stand up,” he said, popping the boy on the thigh with his palm. “Let me get a look at you.”
Angel had to help the boy slide off his lap onto rubbery legs. Angel’s clothes were damp from the boy’s sweat. The boy took a couple of steps and turned slightly, not sure whether to face Angel or not, keeping his eyes cast down. His dick had flushed even darker by now.
“Look at the door,” Angel directed, and the boy turned away from him. “Now bend over.” The boy bowed slightly. “More than that, son. Stick out your ass. Show me what I’m dealing with here.” As the boy tried to comply, Angel pulled the lube and the other small item from his pocket and set them on the couch. “Use your hands to spread your cheeks open for me,” he said.
The boy quickly straightened and turned to face Angel, giving him a scandalized look. “Sir?” he asked.
“You heard me,” said Angel. He twirled his finger in the air, indicating for the boy to turn back around. The boy did so, albeit quite slowly. “Now bend forward and show me your asshole, Evan. Don’t act like you’ve never done this before.”
“I haven’t,” the boy muttered, his ears flaming pink again. He bent forward a little and put his hands on his ass, just barely parting the cheeks.
“You can do better than that,” Angel said. The boy bent about an inch lower. With a sigh, Angel stood. “Like this,” he said. He put one hand flat between the boy’s shoulder blades and the other beneath his ass and pushed. The boy’s upper body immediately lowered while his ass came up, nearly forcing the boy onto his toes.
“Gah!” the boy grunted.
“That’s better,” said Angel. “Now open up that ass.” He stood behind the boy and placed both hands on top of the boy’s hands, spreading them further apart. “Hold it like that,” he said, noting for the first time that the boy’s blush extended down his back as well as his front. It was rather charming. “Good,” said Angel. “That isn’t so difficult, is it?”
“No, sir,” the boy mumbled, practically reeking of humiliation. This was definitely the most embarrassed he had been since he entered Angel’s office. Angel supposed it was because fewer people had probably seen the boy’s asshole than had seen and touched his dick.
“Tell me, Evan,” said Angel, taking his hands off the boy, “what has been inside this ass? I want a list.”
“Nothing, sir,” said the boy softly. He was trembling, not from any sort of physical difficulty, but because he was so ashamed to be in this position, holding himself open in front of Angel.
“Nothing? I find that hard to believe,” said Angel, though he didn’t really. The boy was obviously quite innocent, despite working at a formerly evil law firm. But the shadow of his hole surrounded by a fine dusting of short, brown hairs seemed so inviting. Angel couldn’t imagine a person not wanting to put something in it. “Not even fingers?” he asked.
“No, sir,” said the boy.
“There’s never been a finger in your asshole,” Angel pressed. “No adventurous lovers? Or a doctor?”
“Well, a doctor, once, sir,” the boy admitted. “I had to have a... a physical to play soccer in college.” His voice wavered, like he was embarrassed to confess even this small thing.
“I see,” said Angel. “Was the doctor male or female?”
A fresh wave of shame rolled off of the boy, nearly startling Angel. The question had seemed innocuous enough. “Male, sir,” the boy whispered.
Angel had to exert a lot of control not to smile at this information, once he realized why it embarrassed the boy so much. He turned and picked up the tube of lubricant from the couch and uncapped it, squirting a small amount on his fingers. Then he dropped the tube back to the couch and turned toward the heat of the boy’s flushed body. Placing one hand flat on the boy’s hot back, Angel very slowly reached forward and touched the tip of one lube-slicked finger to the boy’s asshole and traced around it. The boy shuddered.
“It turned you on, didn’t it?” Angel said. “To have that doctor’s finger in your ass.” The boy didn’t say anything at first, trembling as Angel’s finger slid gently over his puckered hole. “It gave you a hard-on,” Angel said. “Didn’t it?”
“That’s normal,” the kid finally said. He swallowed. “It happens to a lot of guys.”
“Sure,” said Angel, adding another finger and just stroking them wetly over the boy’s anus, giving it a tender massage. “Gay men love having their assholes fingered.”
“I’m not gay,” the boy insisted quietly, though it sounded more desperate than before.
“So you’ve said,” Angel conceded, still rubbing his fingers up and down the boy’s entrance. He let his fingers slide down the boy’s perineum to his balls, and then back up to the top of his crack before concentrating on his anus again. He could smell that the boy was still aroused, that this motion was adding to it. “You’re standing here spreading your cheeks for me while I slide my fingers all around your little boy-hole. But that’s not gay at all.”
The boy hung his head shamefully but didn’t say anything. His quickened breathing said enough.
“I know you want me to push my fingers in,” Angel went on. “I don’t blame you for that, Evan. I could make you come that way if I wanted, and we wouldn’t even have to touch your poor bruised cock anymore. But I’m not going to do that. There’s something else that’s going in here.”
The boy almost sounded like he would hyperventilate. “Sir, you said... you said you weren’t going to fuck me.”
“I’m not,” said Angel. “I have something else in mind for you. You aren’t going to like this little toy, Evan. Well... you might like part of it. But it’s going to be very uncomfortable for you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” the boy whimpered.
Just after he said this, there was a knock on the office door. The boy’s body tried to jerk up in surprise, but Angel’s hand on his back held him down. “Did I say you could move?” Angel admonished. “Keep holding your ass open.” Then he called, “Yes?” His fingers continued rubbing over the boy’s slick hole.
“Hey, bossy,” Harmony called through the closed door. “I have some things for you to sign. You busy?”
Angel considered. “Are they important?” he asked. His fingers never stopped moving against the boy’s anus, pressing and releasing, like pushing a slick, fleshy button. The boy’s breathing was ragged and shallow.
“Um, one of them looks pretty important,” said Harmony. “And one is, you know, melting.”
To the boy, Angel said, “Have you ever met my assistant? Pretty blonde vampire who sits at the desk outside my office?”
“Sh-she’s the one who sent me in.”
“Right,” said Angel. “So I guess she knows you’re here already.” He called out, “Come in, Harmony.”
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Continued [here].
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Date: 2011-07-22 07:44 pm (UTC)What a delicious and smutty scene! DAYUM. Angel's being so lickably bad!
heeee!
GUH. Definitely has made my Friday more enjoyable. On to part two! Love your writing! *clap clap clap*
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Date: 2011-07-23 10:36 pm (UTC)bad!angel is my boyfriend times a thousand.
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Date: 2011-07-22 08:21 pm (UTC)Saw this at work and it was soo hard to get away from it and wait till I'm at home.
Runs to second part.
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Date: 2011-07-23 10:38 pm (UTC)There are some things that really only you can do.
haha, yeah, it's because no one else is willing or perverted enough to spend 20,000 words describing how to humiliate and torture a straight guy. good thing i'm here to pick up the slack! :)
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Date: 2011-07-25 01:45 am (UTC)Loved the appearance of Harmony. :P
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Date: 2011-07-26 05:19 am (UTC)