girlpire | Fic: Professional Interest, part 2

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Continued from [here].

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“What?” the boy hissed, trying to straighten again, but again Angel held him in place.

“Don’t. Move,” Angel said to him as the door opened. “Shut the door, Harmony.”

“God, it like, reeks of sex in here,” she said, closing the door behind her. “Oh, hi, Evan.” She walked over to the desk and set a couple of manilla folders down on it beside the boy’s clothes. “The top one has to be returned to Practical Science by four this afternoon, and the melty one needs to be back to the department of Non-Human Resources by... well, the sooner the better. It left this gross yellow puddle on my desk.” She sighed, looking over at Angel and the boy. The boy was absolutely horrified, bent over with his ass in the air, Angel standing next to him massaging his asshole. “So, do you want me to wait, or...?” asked Harmony.

It was one of the few times Angel was actually glad to have the ditzy vampire as his assistant. He could just imagine what the reaction would have been if one of his human employees had come in instead. Just the fact of Harmony’s presence could be a useful tool in the boy’s punishment, and Angel knew that nothing he did to the boy in front of her would bother her in the least.

“I’ll sign them in a minute,” Angel said. “Can you come over here, Harmony? There’s something I need your help with.”

“Sure, what’s up?” she asked, approaching the two of them. She barely bothered to glance at the naked boy. Angel was impressed that she managed to disregard him so easily, especially since the boy’s humiliation was such a potent scent, as though it were five times bigger than a person and standing in the room beside them.

“Well, Evan here doesn’t seem to know how to stay bent over. Think you could hold him down for me?”

“Okay.” Harmony walked over and placed both manicured hands on Evan’s bare back. “Like this?”

“Just like that, thanks,” said Angel, noting with some satisfaction that the boy’s embarrassed trembling had intensified exponentially in the presence of the blonde. He took his hands off the boy’s back and ass, turning to the couch to pick up the thing he’d left there and the lube.

“Wow, you’re sweating a lot,” Harmony said to the boy. “Is there something wrong? It’s not hot in here, is it? I can never tell anymore.”

“The temperature’s fine,” Angel answered for the boy. “He’s just been having a bit of a rough day. Isn’t that right, Evan?” Angel casually squirted more lubricant on his fingers and began applying it to one end of the toy he was holding.

“Yes, sir,” the boy whispered, almost inaudibly. He had closed his eyes, like not seeing the two vampires would somehow make them less there.

“Why don’t you tell Harmony why you’re spending time with me today?” Angel prompted him.

The boy swallowed. “I-I’m being punished.”

“Oh, that sucks,” said Harmony. “What did you do?”

“He poured holy water on a thousand-year-old mystical book of spells and prophecies,” Angel said, “because it was on fire.”

Harmony nodded slowly, though she looked a bit confused. “Why didn’t he just call Wesley?”

“I’m sorry,” the boy protested softly, sounding close to tears again, his ass still in the air.

“That’s the lesson we’re learning today,” Angel informed Harmony. He rested one hand on the boy’s back again. To the boy, he said, “I didn’t tell you to stop spreading, Evan. Hold your ass open.”

Shuddering, the boy parted his cheeks again, allowing both vampires a clear view of his shiny anus.

“What’s that?” Harmony asked, nodding toward the thing Angel was holding. She still had both hands pressed to the boy’s back, keeping him bowed low.

Angel held it up so she could see it better. It looked something like a small metallic barbell. One end was a round ball, about an inch and a half in diameter, and connected to it by a thin metal bar was a smaller ball, this one covered in short points. The smaller ball had a switch on it. “It’s called a cherry bomb,” Angel said. “This end goes in here.” He tapped the smooth ball against the boy’s slick pucker, and the boy shivered. Angel indicated the end with the points. “This end stays on the outside.” He showed her the switch and added, “It vibrates.”

“Cool,” said Harmony. “But won’t it hurt if the pointy end is touching his butthole? That seems like it would hurt.”

“That’s exactly the point,” Angel said. “It probably won’t be so bad if he doesn’t clench his cheeks together, but that’s going to be really hard to do when I spank him.”

The boy whimpered softly. A thread of fear colored his scent.

“Brutal,” Harmony said, grinning.

“Well, that’s the idea,” Angel said, rubbing the smooth, lubed ball against the boy’s hole. “We’ll see how it goes.” He pressed the ball lightly against the tight pucker, which opened a little before squeezing shut again. He did this a few times, the boy’s anus chastely kissing the metal toy but not wanting to open up any further. “You’re going to have to relax if we’re going to get this in without hurting you, Evan,” Angel said. “It’s going in whether you want it or not, so don’t make it worse than it has to be.” To Harmony, he said, “I don’t know why he’s resisting. He likes things in his ass. He just told me.”

Angel heard a tiny sound of protest from the boy, which nearly turned into a sob when Harmony said, “You know, I wondered if he was gay.”

Angel smirked. Noticing how intently Harmony was watching the boy’s ass, he said, “Would you like to do this, Harmony? While I sign those documents?”

“Sure!” she said cheerfully, and Angel felt the boy tense further under his hand.

Angel handed Harmony the toy. “It’s okay if you hurt him a little,” he said. “It’s supposed to be a punishment, after all.”

“No problem, boss,” she said, eagerly positioning the toy over the boy’s asshole.

Angel turned and began walking over to his desk to get a look at the papers. Before he got there, he heard the boy cry out, “Ah!” and Harmony’s distinct giggle. “Wow, that went in really fast,” she said out loud. “He practically sucked it in!”

“Pull it out and push it back in a few times,” Angel suggested, reaching for the first folder. “Just to get him used to it.” Harmony went quiet for a few moments while Angel read, the only sound in the office the sounds the boy was was making with his mouth, breathing and moaning softly. Angel signed the first document and then glanced up at the pair. Harmony seemed to be concentrating on shifting the toy around, and the boy’s face was screwed up into a grimace that could have been either pain or pleasure, his mouth open slightly as he stood bent over, ass sticking out. “Try the vibe,” Angel called before picking up the partially-melted document and squinting at the squiggly writing.

The immediate response was a half squeal from the boy, who had jerked away from the blonde vampire. Harmony snickered and said, “See, if you’d kept your cute little butt spread open, that wouldn’t have hurt.” A few seconds later, the boy cried out again. “Just hold yourself open,” Harmony repeated. “Duh, it won’t hurt if you just stop clenching.” Another couple of seconds, and the boy again squawked.

“Is there a problem over there?” Angel asked, signing the last document. He looked toward his employees.

“Ang-eeel,” Harmony whined, “Evan keeps letting go of his ass. Make him stop.”

“Evan, stop letting go of your ass,” Angel said, stacking the documents neatly on the desk. Then he returned to where the others were standing and gave the boy’s ass a look. The boy was struggling to hold his cheeks open, the ball with tiny spikes nestled against his hole.

“See, he lets go whenever I do this,” said Harmony. She flicked the vibration switch, and the boy’s body seemed to clench automatically, squeezing the pointy ball tight to his asshole. He cried out and tried yanking his cheeks back open with his hands, pushing his ass up further into the air in a misguided attempt to get the discomfort away from his anus. This motion intensified the vibration inside his body, making him want to clench again. The toy was perfectly designed to make his body want to both clench closed because of the vibrations and open up to escape the pain. Every move was a fight against unwanted sensation. Angel let the boy struggle for a few seconds and then flicked the switch off again. The boy’s squirming ceased, but his breath continued fast and shallow, punctuated by a defeated whimper.

“It’s okay,” Angel said to Harmony. “When he does that, he’s only hurting himself.” He stroked his palm up and down the boy’s smooth, sweaty flank. “I signed the documents,” he added. “I’d appreciate it if you’d deliver them now. I can take this from here.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Harmony said. Her voice sounded cheerful as ever, but she seemed reluctant to take her hands off the boy’s body.

Angel gave her a half-smile. “Thanks for your help, Harmony,” he said. “Maybe you can stay for longer the next time I have to punish an employee.”

“That would be great!” Harmony said. She patted the boy’s back, seeming satisfied now, and then turned to get the documents from the desk. Before she left the office, she called, “Bye, Evan!” and waved to him. She closed the door behind her.

“Well, that was a nice little break, wasn’t it?” Angel asked the humiliated boy. “Did you enjoy having someone else play with you for a while?” He carefully took hold of the visible end of the toy and manipulated it in the boy’s ass.

“N-no, sir,” Evan whispered, trembling.

“Really?” said Angel, though he already knew having the pretty blonde participate in the boy’s torment made it worse for him. “Are you saying you’d rather have a man play with your body than a beautiful young woman? Evan, I thought you said you liked women better. Did you lie to me?”

“No, I... I...” the boy stammered as Angel tugged on the toy, the smooth ball inside the boy’s slick pucker beginning to peek out. Angel let go, and it slid fully back inside the boy. Luckily, the points on the outside ball weren’t dangerously sharp. The tips were slightly rounded, but each one was thin enough to cause an uncomfortable pricking sensation when pressed against sensitive skin. Angel could already see a few dots of indentation in the boy’s crack where he’d squeezed the points by accident.

“No, what?” Angel asked, rotating the toy slowly to one side, then the other, and tugging again. He was keeping the points mostly away from the boy’s skin for now, just moving the smooth ball around inside him. “Who would you rather play with your ass, boy? Me or Harmony?”

The boy let out a long, halting breath. “You, sir,” he whispered.

“Why?”

“It’s, ah... because it’s less embarrassing, sir?” the boy offered. His fingers were digging into his ass cheeks, almost white as he tried to hold himself open with sweating hands.

“Why are you embarrassed of this, Evan?” Angel asked, pulling and releasing the toy. His cool hand was resting on the boy’s hot back.

“Because...” The boy’s breath caught as Angel slid his hand down and cupped the boy’s warm hanging balls, giving them a light squeeze. Then Angel went back to moving the toy. “B-because it’s private, sir,” finished the boy.

“Private like jerking off?”

“It’s... worse than that, sir,” the boy said. His shame had grown noticeably just during the course of their conversation.

Angel tilted his head. “Because you feel more vulnerable holding your ass open like this,” he guessed.

The boy hesitated. “Y-yes, sir.”

Angel felt like the boy was holding something back, but it only took him a moment to figure out what it was. “And because you don’t want anyone to know,” Angel said, “that my playing with your little boy-hole is turning you on.”

The boy swallowed audibly. He didn’t say anything.

Angel twisted the toy inside the boy’s ass. “You like this, don’t you, Evan?” he said. “You’re actually getting off on it.”

“No, sir,” the boy whispered, sounding desperate.

“I think you are,” Angel accused. “I think you like the way it feels to stick your ass up in the air and have a man play with it.” Angel flicked the switch on the toy, and the sudden vibration made the boy jump. He immediately clenched his ass against the sensation, driving the points into tender flesh and causing him to cry out. Then he shoved his ass up further and pulled his cheeks apart again, trying to get away from the points while inadvertently making the vibrations feel stronger inside. He whimpered pitifully, squirming while Angel watched. “Tell me what this feels like, Evan,” Angel said.

“It—I don’t—” the boy tried, shaking his head. His hips were moving in tiny circles, like he couldn’t figure out which way to go.

“Is it as good as your doctor’s finger?” Angel asked calmly.

“Please,” the boy managed, sliding his socked feet further apart on the carpet.

“If I touch your cock right now, will it still be hard?”

“Yes...” The boy hung his head shamefully as he squirmed, his voice pleading. “Sir, please...”

Angel turned the vibe off, and the boy stopped his gyrations, shuddering. He readjusted his hands on his ass cheeks, trying to get a better grip to hold them apart as he stood there bent at the waist with his feet spread.

“Stand up straight, Evan,” Angel said, taking his hand off the boy’s sweaty back.

Very slowly, the boy came up from his low bowed position, still attempting to hold his ass open so his cheeks wouldn’t close around the spiked ball. He was grimacing, breathing hard through his nose. Angel walked around in front of him and looked into his dark blue eyes. The boy only held his gaze for a second before looking away, his face flushed a bright pink. His soft brown hair was damp at the temples, his full bottom lip dark and swollen from biting it. It occured to Angel that he hadn’t expected to like the boy very much, but he couldn’t help himself. He liked him much more than the other employees he’d actually taken the time to meet. Probably because he seemed so innocent.

“Put your hands behind your head,” Angel commanded quietly. “Yes, that means let go of your ass.”

Angel watched as the boy gently released one cheek and then the other, wincing. He put his hands up behind his head and locked his fingers together, elbows wide, still not looking Angel in the eyes. He also scooted his feet slightly further apart to try to lessen the pressure of the points against his hole. He looked completely miserable.

“Just try to stay relaxed,” Angel suggested. “Let’s talk for a minute.”

The boy’s bruised cock was still stiff as Angel had predicted, sticking up eagerly from his groin with a distinct dampness at the tip. It was much darker now than the skin of his balls and thighs and stomach. Angel knew that it must hurt – it would continue to hurt for the next few days – but he wrapped his hand around it anyway and gave it a squeeze. The boy drew a sharp breath and groaned.

“I can’t really say I’m surprised about this,” Angel said, looking down at the tortured erection in his hand. “I should’ve known you’d like my toy after the way you stayed so hard while I spanked your cock. Did you know you enjoyed pain so much, Evan?”

“No, sir,” Evan whispered, his blush coming back full-force down his neck and chest while Angel handled his sore penis.

“Look at me,” Angel said, giving the boy’s dick a tug. The boy’s eyes snapped to Angel’s, and he swallowed, looking very frightened. It was... adorable. “Maybe I should have let your department head punish you after all,” Angel went on. “You probably would have liked to have your back whipped bloody, wouldn’t you?”

“N-no, sir,” the boy said.

“So you’re glad we’re doing this instead?” Angel asked. He gave the boy’s dick a firm stroke, watching the boy struggle to stay relaxed so he wouldn’t squeeze the toy against his asshole.

“Y-yes, sir,” the boy stammered through the discomfort.

“I’m not sure you’ll still be saying that when we’re done,” Angel told him, looking frankly down into the boy’s beautiful scared eyes. “Do you remember what I told my assistant I was going to do to you?”

“You said, you said you were going to spank me, sir,” the boy said. His eyebrows looked sad. “With the... thing. Still there.”

“That’s right,” Angel said. “Can you imagine what that’s like, Evan? Even a dirty whore like you who gets off on pain probably wouldn’t be able to enjoy that. And I’m not trying to brag, but I’ve been told I spank much harder than the average person. You wouldn’t be able to sit down comfortably for a very long time. You understand what I’m saying?”

Angel’s words had done a nice job of frightening the boy. “Yes, sir,” the boy said, his voice barely there.

“Now, I’m not going to say you don’t deserve that, Evan. You absolutely do deserve it. You broke the rules after being told repeatedly what was expected of you, and you ruined something that could potentially have been a valuable asset in the war against evil. Can you possibly understand how serious that is?”

The boy seemed near tears again. “I’m so sorry, sir,” he said. “I wish I could take it back, I do, I—”

“Shh, Evan. I’m still talking,” Angel said. He still had his fingertips on the boy’s dick, very gently running them up and down the shaft while he talked. Even that small touch was unpleasant, and the boy obviously had to fight the urge to move away.

“I know that you’re sorry,” Angel told him, “and I feel pretty confident that you won’t let something like that happen again, which is the only reason I’m not simply firing you. But you still deserve a lasting punishment.” Angel sighed, flicking his fingers absently over the boy’s piss slit, watching him tremble. “The problem, Evan, is that I think you’re basically a good kid. And even though we both know what you really deserve for what you did, I’m feeling pretty generous right now, so I’m going to offer you another option.”

The boy’s miserable expression started to brighten right away, even though he was still in discomfort from the toy and Angel’s fingers.

“Don’t get too excited, kid,” Angel warned. “It’ll still be tough on you. But I’ll let you choose. You can have the spanking with the cherry bomb still in your ass, or—” Angel squeezed the boy’s tender erection again, making him flinch. “I can let you come.”

The boy stared up into Angel’s eyes, uncomprehending at first. “Sir?” he said.

“I think you can guess that it won’t feel good,” Angel told him. “In fact, you’ll hate it. But some might say it’s better than the alternative.” Angel himself didn’t actually have a preference regarding the boy’s options. He could clearly imagine how either scenario would play out and knew that he would enjoy them both equally and that the boy would hate them both equally, but it was always interesting to give someone a choice. Every decision was further insight into a person’s mind. Previous experience practically guaranteed that the boy would choose to come rather than be spanked, though, despite the warning that it wouldn’t be pleasant for him. “What do you say, Evan?” Angel asked.

The boy looked down at his purple cock, obviously conflicted. But the hope of less pain won out. “I’d like to come, sir,” he said quietly.

Angel nodded. “All right, kid.” He picked up the lube from the leather couch and sat back down on the middle cushion. “Come here,” he said. “Lie down on your back.”

The boy dropped his arms down to his sides again, turning toward the couch. He gasped and halted in mid-swivel as the toy in his ass dug painfully at sensitive skin.

“Careful,” Angel reminded him. Grimacing, the boy took hold of his round cheeks and parted them as he waddled slowly over to the couch. He presented an amusing picture, but the vampire didn’t laugh. Angel just patted his lap and said, “Ass here,” then gestured toward one side of the couch and said, “Head that way.”

The boy paused, looking down at Angel’s lap. There was really no way for him to get into position without hurting himself at least a little bit. Angel waited to see what he would do and was pleased to see the boy finally bite his lip and just go for it, getting it over with as quickly as possible. He yelped once from the spikes as he positioned himself across Angel’s lap, but he calmed down once he was lying there with his upper body to Angel’s left and his socked feet pointing toward the end of the couch to Angel’s right. The boy’s butt was planted squarely on Angel’s thighs, his legs bent at the knee and spread as much as was possible to keep from pressing the points of the cherry bomb against his anus, though it didn’t seem to be helping much. The boy’s arms were straight by his sides, tense as he looked up at Angel’s face for further instruction. His cock lay hard against his stomach, its color looking all the darker for the contrast with the creamy skin beneath it.

Angel slid a hand up the boy’s inner thigh as he lay there, still. He used his other hand to lift the boy’s balls so he could peek under them. He could see the metal toy with its points situated right where it was supposed to be. Angel tapped it lightly, a small spot over the switch where there were no points, and the boy squeezed his eyes closed. “This is painful for you, even though you haven’t moved around very much with it in,” Angel said. “I want you to remember that, Evan. Because if I have to punish you again, you’ll be running errands for me with this thing in your ass. I’ll have you walking all over the building.” He pulled it a little, then pushed it back in, the points nestling right back into the indentations they’d already made while the boy groaned softly. “I don’t actually know how long it would take for you to start bleeding, but we could find out. Do you want to find that out, Evan?”

“No, sir,” the boy said fervently.

“So you don’t want to be punished again?”

The boy’s head wobbled back and forth on the couch. “No, sir.”

“Then what are you going to do from now on, Evan?”

“I’m... I’m going to follow the rules, sir.”

“Good boy,” said Angel. “Do you want this out of your ass now?”

“Yes, sir.” The boy’s voice was eager. “Please.”

“All right.” Angel let go of the cherry bomb. “Take it out and hand it to me.” Angel watched the boy freeze for a moment, the scent of shame wafting off of him once more. The boy had clearly expected Angel to pull the toy out of his ass and was embarrassed to have to do it for himself. He reached slowly for the exposed part of the toy between his legs and touched the pointy metal ball. He grasped it gingerly, not sure how to hold it without hurting his fingers, and began to pull while Angel observed, holding the boy’s testicles out of the way so he could see. The boy’s anus gripped the inserted ball tightly, not wanting to let it go. The boy’s concern was apparent as he tugged on the toy, which seemed to be stuck. He threw Angel a horrified look.

“Evan, son, you have to relax,” Angel said patiently. “I know you really like things in your ass, but you’re going to have to learn to let go.” The boy pulled again, making little progress and letting a distressed noise escape his throat. “Calm down,” Angel advised, rubbing his hand up and down the boy’s thigh. “Breathe. And – it will help to bear down a little, like you’re going to the bathroom.”

Following this advice, the boy tugged once more. A moment later, the lubed toy plopped out suddenly with a sound that made the boy wince, and his anus squeezed closed after it. With an embarrassed look, he held the metal thing toward Angel.

“Good boy,” said Angel, taking it from him. He briefly considered forcing the boy to hold it in his mouth for the rest of his punishment time, but discarded the idea because he wanted the boy to be able to talk. But it would be a fun thing to do during the boy’s next punishment. Angel mentally scolded himself when he realized he actually had been planning to humiliate the boy a second time, even though the boy desperately didn’t want it and would undoubtedly be much more careful about following the rules from now on. It bothered Angel that he was so interested in the kid, in seeing him suffer and blush and be degraded. He wasn’t supposed to like that sort of thing anymore. At least he’d managed to keep his own cock from getting noticeably hard, though his concentration in that regard was waning.

Angel set the toy down on the couch and picked up the bottle of lubricant. He squirted some on his palm and then reached for the boy’s cock. He smeared the clear liquid along the underside of the boy’s purple erection and around the head as the boy cringed. “This is going to be sore for a while,” Angel commented, wrapping his hand around the tender shaft. He gave it a few light strokes and then tightened his grip. The boy made a small sound. “I don’t think you’ll be playing with it very much for the next few days. Do you, Evan?”

“No, sir,” the boy whispered. His body jerked as Angel gave him a particularly tight stroke, and he involuntarily reached for his cock, his hand hovering over Angel’s. He was able to stop himself before actually trying to bat Angel away, but the vampire could tell it was a near thing.

“Am I going to have to tie your hands?” Angel asked him calmly, his own hand pausing mid-stroke.

The boy gingerly laid his arm back down by his side. “Sorry, sir,” he mumbled, then gasped when Angel stroked him again. His hands both came forward that time, but not very much.

Angel let go. “I think this will make it easier,” he said. “I want you to lie on your arms. Just fold them behind your back. Both of them.” He helped the boy sit up just enough to arrange his arms behind him and then lie back down. The boy would be able to free his arms if he tried, but they were effectively stopped from accidental movement. “Just like that. Good, now we won’t have to worry about you accidentally interfering with your punishment.” Angel took hold of the boy’s dick again. It slid easily through his fist on lube, but the boy still whimpered at the contact.

Angel stroked the tortured flesh slowly and tightly, watching the boy try not to squirm. He held the boy’s cock so that the pad of his thumb slid over the sensitive v-spot directly beneath the shiny head on every stroke. The boy whined in his throat and closed his eyes, his legs writhing at the painful aching sensation that overwhelmed the pleasure he got from being jerked off. Angel didn’t change pace or the position of his hand. Some precum seeped out of the boy’s reddened cockhead, but Angel knew that he wasn’t moving his hand nearly fast enough to induce orgasm. The shiny fluid dripped down the boy’s shaft and got slowly massaged into his throbbing hard-on. Angel could feel the boy’s ass muscles clenching in his lap.

“Please,” the boy moaned softly, his face scrunched against the pain. Without looking, Angel could tell that the boy’s hands were gripping each other hard beneath his back.

“Please what?” Angel asked, rubbing his thumb over the boy’s puffy wet slit.

The boy jerked in his lap. “Please, sir, it hurts,” he whined, his head turning to one side and then the other, eyes squeezed closed.

“This is what you chose, Evan,” Angel told him evenly. He didn’t stop rubbing the boy’s sore cockhead. “Don’t you want to come?”

“But I can’t,” the boy choked. “Not like this. Sir, it hurts too much.”

“It’s going to hurt more,” Angel told him. “But the pain won’t keep you from coming.”

“Please...” the boy pleaded.

“Shh. Your punishment won’t end until after you come, Evan.” Angel continued the firm, slow strokes, drawing it out. The boy’s leaking tip disappeared into Angel’s fist over and over, the boy’s whole body struggling against the sensations. It was beautiful to watch.

“You said – sir, you said you could...” The boy’s voice cut off with a deep shudder as Angel squeezed his slippery cock.

“I said I could what?” Angel prompted, interested in what the boy was thinking about.

“That you could make me – ah! – make me come without... without touching my dick anymore. Nngh! Sir, please!”

“I said I could make you come with just my fingers up your ass,” Angel said. “Is that what you want, Evan? You want me to finger your ass until you come?” He kept playing with the boy’s tender erection, enjoying the twist and squirm of the boy’s sweaty body lying across his lap.

The boy’s whole body was in a deep blush, heat radiating from him in a steady wave. The shame of asking for this was painted across his skin. “It hurts,” he tried again, his hips pressing down against Angel’s lap in an effort to escape the vampire’s hand.

“Tell me exactly what you want, Evan,” Angel said, though it was clear what the boy was asking for. “You’re going to have to spell it out for me. Where do you want my fingers?”

“Please,” the boy choked, his legs falling open. “Do it the other way?”

Angel found it beyond intriguing that the boy would suggest this. “What way? Ask me.”

“Please... touch my ass instead, sir.” The boy’s voice was little more than a despairing whisper. “Put your... put your fingers in me.” His humiliation smelled sweet and cold to Angel, almost like mint.

Angel slowly released the boy’s erection and slid his slick hand down between the boy’s hot legs to his asshole. The abandoned cock lay thick and hard against the boy’s stomach, the red tip leaking slowly. “You would rather have my fingers in your ass than stroking your cock,” Angel said, rubbing wet fingers over the puckered muscle. He could tell by the way the boy jerked slightly that his anus was still sore from the cherry bomb, but that this wasn’t nearly as painful as touching the boy’s poor abused penis. “Are you still going to try to tell me you’re not gay?”

The boy had opened his eyes and was looking mournfully straight up at the ceiling. Tears were barely clinging to his bottom eyelashes, ready to fall at any moment. Instead of answering Angel’s question, he simply whispered again, “Please.”

The image of this young man brought so low, lying across Angel’s lap with tears in his pretty blue eyes, begging Angel to degrade him, was one of the most beautiful things the vampire had ever seen. Angel staunchly attributed this to his inner demon and resolved not to examine his feelings further. “Fine,” he said calmly, but his control had slipped. As he pressed one lubed finger into the boy’s ass, feeling the hot flesh open up around it as it sunk into the silky tightness, Angel felt his cock start to harden in his pants.

The slick inner walls of the boy’s ass clung to Angel’s finger as he moved it very slowly. He turned his hand one way and then another, feeling all around the smooth channel, the boy’s sphincter muscles gripping the digit as though trying to hold it still. Angel let his other hand encircle the head of the boy’s cock, but he just held it gently in a loose fist, letting his finger inside the boy do all the stimulating that was needed. The boy had closed his eyes again, retreating into himself, but he cried out softly when Angel pressed an insistent fingertip against his prostate from the inside. Angel allowed the boy the privacy of his own mind for a moment but then began to speak to him again.

“Look at yourself, Evan,” Angel said softly. “Lying here naked and hard, getting your ass fingered by another man. I can’t believe you asked me to do this. I mean, I knew I’d turn you into a whore, but I had no idea it would be so fucking easy.” He crooked his finger against the swelling inside the boy’s channel again, and some precum bubbled out of the boy’s dick into Angel’s fist. The boy moaned. “Look how much you’re leaking,” Angel said. “You love this. And this is just one finger. I bet you’d be a total slut for two. Wouldn’t you, boy?” He kept his voice quiet and calm, just a hint of disgust. “Go ahead and ask me for another finger. It’s obvious how bad you want it.”

The boy’s mouth moved, but the breath of air barely carried any sound with it. He still had his eyes closed, his face now turned to the side. His legs were trembling.

“What was that, Evan? Speak up, son, I can barely hear you.” Angel moved his finger slowly around the hot inner walls as he spoke.

“Please,” the boy whispered again.

“Please what? Look at me, whore. Look at me and ask me for what you want.”

The boy turned his face toward Angel and opened his eyes, the dark lashes clumped together with tears. “Please put—” His voice hitched. “Please put another f-finger in me, sir.”

Angel slid his index finger out of the boy and held his middle finger against it, the two together rubbing over the boy’s slightly loosened entrance. “It feels good to admit what you want, doesn’t it, Evan?” Angel said, massaging over the boy’s anus. Just for variety, he let the thumb of his other hand swipe over the head of the boy’s cock as he held it, and the boy jerked with surprise. Angel smiled briefly and started to press his slippery fingers into the tiny anus before it could close any further.

The boy’s groan sounded almost frightened as his ass opened up around Angel’s fingers. “Relax,” Angel told him. “Let me in. That’s right... that’s right. Good boy. Such a good fucking slut.” The boy’s body squeezed his embedded fingers tight together. Angel turned them slowly, pushing at the resistance. “Now I want you to take some deep breaths, and when you exhale, try to relax all your muscles. Just become a dead weight. Ready? In. Out. Innnn.... out.”

As he breathed, the boy gradually untensed his body, his legs falling slightly wider. Angel could feel the tight grip around his fingers loosening a fraction, granting him just a little more movement. “That’s it,” he said, sliding his fingers out slowly and then back in. “Try to remember how to do this. The next person who fucks you in the ass will appreciate it.”

The boy made a distressed sound in his throat at that comment.

“Don’t worry, kid,” Angel said. “I’m sure your first boyfriend will be gentle. That is, until he finds out how much you love being slapped around.” He prodded firmly at the boy’s prostate with both fingertips, and the boy huffed a sharp breath as precum squirted out of his dick into Angel’s hand. “Just look at that,” Angel tsked. “Never seen a guy who wanted it so bad before. You’re pretty sick, Evan, you know that?”

The boy just lay there on his trapped arms, stretched across the vampire’s lap like a virgin sacrifice, his expression humiliated. He had tear tracks on his face, though he wasn’t openly crying. His whole upper body was flushed and sweaty, and his cock was hard as bone in Angel’s hand. He smelled absolutely delicious.

Angel crossed his fingers inside the boy’s tight flesh and turned his hand back and forth, rubbing his knuckles hard against the boy’s sensitive swelling. The boy’s mouth dropped open on a soft moan, equal parts lust and despair. His penis continued to produce clear liquid, which dribbled slowly from the red tip and across Angel’s other hand to form a puddle on the boy’s stomach. “Such a whore for this,” Angel said. “Your ass is so hungry for my fingers. Tell me what it feels like, Evan.”

The boy shook his head, miserable. “It... I don’t...”

“You love it, don’t you? Your cock is leaking like a waterfall, so I’m thinking, yeah. You do.”

“I...” The boy’s hips shifted slightly and his ass tightened against Angel’s fingers as they moved inside him.

“Relax,” Angel said. “Dead weight, remember?” He waited for the boy to unclench and then began rubbing over his prostate in a back and forth motion again. The boy swallowed hard. “Now tell me how much you love it,” Angel said.

The boy seemed at a loss. His pink lips were parted so he could breathe through his mouth. “It feels... nngh. It feels...” He shook his head. “Weird, sir,” he whispered.

Angel tilted his head. “Weird?”

“Like you’re... like you’re touching my dick from... the inside.” The boy shivered at the sensation, and his cock released another clear dribble.

“That’s what you asked me for, Evan. You wanted to be touched inside. Like a woman.” The fresh sent of embarrassment wafting off the boy was a pleasant surprise. Angel hadn’t been sure he could make him feel any lower. “You’re not surprised that you like it, are you? Your body was made for this, boy. People can just look at you and tell you want it in your ass.”

The boy turned his face away in shame.

“A real man wouldn’t have asked for this. I think you know that. I think that deep down you’ve always known what you really are. Remember, Evan? What did you tell me you were when you first came in here? What did I say I’d turn you into?”

“A whore,” the boy whispered.

“What kind of whore? Tell me what you are.”

“A dirty whore, sir.” The boy closed his eyes as he answered.

“See, when you first admitted it, you didn’t really believe it. But that was before you asked me so nicely to fuck you in the ass with my fingers until you come. You believe it now, don’t you, Evan? You know what you are.”

“Yes, sir,” the boy breathed.

Angel pressed his fingers inside as far as they would go and let his thumb massage the skin between the boy’s balls and asshole. The boy’s breath hitched. “You may not remember it when you’re out there, when you’re at home, or on vacation, or even sitting at your desk in this building,” Angel said quietly, “but you’ll always be a dirty little whore to me, Evan. Any time you come into this office, or if I see you in the hallway or the elevator. When I drop by your department for personnel evaluations. I’ll know what you really are. I can smell it. You’ll never be able to hide it from me.”

The boy shuddered, but Angel didn’t know if it was from the feelings in his body or the idea that he was forever degraded in the eyes of his boss. Of course Angel wasn’t really going to hold this encounter against the boy in a way that would affect his job, but it was nice to know what the boy would always be thinking about whenever he saw him, wondering if Angel was thinking about it too.

As Angel played with the boy’s body, rocking his fingers against his prostate in counterpoint to the rocking of his thumb against the boy’s perineum, the boy began to breathe hard. His erection was leaking freely over his belly, hard and angry and so ready to come. It wouldn’t be long now.

“You’re going to come soon, aren’t you?” Angel said. “Can you feel it building up?”

The boy grunted his response, nodding. Angel noticed that the boy’s neck was sweating. The leather couch was soaking up the boy’s scent; it would probably smell of him forever.

“It’s slower than a regular orgasm,” Angel said. “The buildup takes a little longer, but the release is more intense – deeper. Under other circumstances, you would like it a lot.” His fingers moved firmly, coaxing the slow sensation forward. “But you won’t like this one, Evan. This one is going to hurt. A lot. And I’m going to keep on hurting you even after it’s over. The reason I’m telling you this is because I want you to be ready for the pain. I want you to try to control yourself when it starts. You’ll probably beg me to stop, and that’s okay; you can make as much noise as you want. But keep your hands behind your back. If you try to stop me, I’ll just make it hurt worse. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, sir,” the boy whispered, smelling terrified. Despite his fear, the orgasm kept building.

Angel could feel the tiny clenches of muscle, see the boy’s balls twitch upward, smell his hot human sperm preparing to shoot. The boy’s cock spilled more clear precum over Angel’s hand, a warning. “That’s it,” the vampire coaxed. “Almost there...” The boy’s hips shifted minutely, his lips parted on a soft moan. Angel knew the boy had no concept of what this was going to feel like, and he found himself looking forward to the surprise, the revelation.

The first shot came after a full-body shudder. Angel immediately closed his fist tight around the boy’s bruised cock, and the boy cried out sharply at the pain. Angel continued pumping the boy’s prostate with his strong fingers, but he also began to milk the cum straight out of his dick with firm, full strokes against the tender organ. The boy’s face contorted into an expression of agony, tears springing to his eyes. “NNGH!” he grunted. “Nyahhh! AAAH!” His sounds got increasingly desperate as Angel wrung the orgasm from him with painful squeezes along his battered length. “No! STOP!” the boy cried, even while he shot an impressive amount of thick white spunk across his belly. “Please!” His hips twisted and thrashed against Angel’s lap, trying to escape.

“Shh, you can take it,” Angel murmured, entranced by the boy’s suffering. His hands continued to draw out the pain, pressing and releasing against the boy’s prostate, his thumb digging into the boy’s perineum, other hand squeezing and pulling. The majority of the boy’s cum squirted out across his belly in several agonizing contractions, the rest frothing out around Angel’s fingers, worked almost into a lather by Angel’s insistent fist.

“Please – Please STOP!” the boy begged, thrashing and crying. His orgasm had ended, but Angel kept working him, rubbing the extra-sensitive tip of his cock with unrelenting pressure.

“But this is the best part,” Angel reasoned. He squeezed and twisted and rubbed the boy’s sore cockhead mercilessly, watching him cry and squirm and try unsuccessfully to draw up his knees to protect his groin. Angel actually knew what this felt like, having been treated to this particular torture by Darla once upon a time. Even the softest hands felt like sandpaper to a sensitive, swollen cockhead after orgasm. Combined with the beating this one had already taken, the boy probably felt like his glans was on fire, and every touch was another spark ignited.

Angel rolled his thumb back and forth over the shiny head, feeling the boy shudder uncontrollably in his lap and call out. He pulled his fingers from the boy’s ass with a squelching sound and used both hands to torture his cock, holding it upright in a fist and using the idex finger of his other hand to rub up and down the puffy piss slit. “NOO!” the boy screamed, his hips coming up off of Angel’s lap in a convulsion of pain. “Please, SIR, PLEASE!”

“I know it hurts, Evan,” Angel said. He let his palm come down to rub around the swollen plum, polishing it while he held the boy’s shaft upright. “It’s supposed to. So you’ll remember how important it is to follow the rules.”

“I’ll remember! Oh FUCK, I’ll remember, PLEASE!” the boy pleaded, his voice cracking as tears rolled down his face, his body practically dancing in Angel’s lap. His hip bumped Angel’s erection. Angel’s hand tightened around the boy’s own cock in response, and the boy broke into a sob. “Please, sir, please don’t... angh...”

“Tell me you’ll read the security vault rules again,” Angel said, still rubbing.

“Yes! Please, anything... I’ll do anything...”

“And you’ll take the orientation test again, just so I’ll know you know how to do your job.”

The boy was crying freely. “Yes, sir, I will, I will...”

Angel rubbed the pad of his thumb back and forth over the v-spot where the boy’s cockhead met the shaft. The boy screamed and tried to jackknife, but Angel held him down. “And tell me,” Angel said, “what you’ll do if there’s another fire in the vault.”

“I’ll call!” the boy babbled. “I’ll call Mr. Wyndham-Price! I’ll CALL HIM!”

“You won’t try to handle it yourself?”

“NO, SIR!”

“Good boy,” Angel said. He gave the boy’s cock a final, affectionate squeeze and then drew his hands away.

The boy just lay there across Angel’s lap, sobbing, drenched in sweat, cum streaked across his stomach and chest. Angel gave him a moment, then patted him and rolled the warm body onto his side. The boy immediately curled into himself, bringing his knees up in the fetal position. “You did a good job, Evan,” Angel said soothingly. He ran a reassuring hand down the boy’s sweaty flank. “It’s over now.” He left his hand on the boy’s leg for a moment longer, then scooted out from under the boy’s hips and stood, leaving the boy curled protectively around himself on the leather couch, crying.

Angel walked calmly across his office to the tiny bar and poured himself a drink. He wiped his hands on the small towel there first. When he lifted the glass to his lips, he closed his eyes and vividly pictured the boy again in his lap, suffering, begging. His back was to the rest of his office, but he could still hear the boy sniffling on the couch, the involuntary whimpering sounds in the back of his throat. Like an animal that had been abused. Angel swallowed the drink in one go and poured himself another. He was hard. His clothes smelled of the boy. His whole office smelled of the boy; the air was thick with it. He downed the second drink and then just stood there, his back to the boy, listening. The soft crying continued.

Only when the small noises had stopped could Angel fully rein in his impulse to bite the boy. It was difficult to end an encounter this way, to conquer his prey and not finish it off by drinking or fucking. He just hoped he hadn’t completely broken the kid. Angel knew he hadn’t taken the physical punishment too far – the boy’s cock would be healed within a few days – but the psychological damage might take a toll. It occured to Angel how easy it would be to really do a number on this boy, to shape him according to his own whims and keep him as a pet... The vampire took a silent, steadying breath, then walked over to his desk and sat down. He took a file from his in-tray and stared at it.

When the boy was breathing normally again, Angel said, without looking up, “You can get dressed now.”

There was a slight pause, and then the boy sat up. Angel watched from the corner of his eye as the boy picked up his underwear from the floor, then stepped into it and pulled it up slowly, wincing as he adjusted his package in the white cotton material. Anything touching his dick now would be very uncomfortable. The boy walked toward Angel’s desk, his awkwardness from before replaced with the steady grace of someone trying not to show pain. That he still had tears and cum clinging to his skin just made the image that more beautiful.

The boy picked up his items of clothing one by one from Angel’s desk and dressed himself, never looking at the vampire. Angel set the file back down and watched him. When the boy was fully dressed, looking tired and sweaty under his work clothes, he just stood there waiting. He still smelled edible.

“I want you to take the rest of the day off, Evan,” Angel said. “Go home and rest.”

The boy nodded once, not looking up. Then he murmured, “Thank you, sir.”

“You can use the time to re-read your handbook. The vault rules.”

“Yes, sir,” said the boy.

“There’s just one thing I want you to do before you leave. Go to Mr. Wyndham-Price’s office and apologize. Tell him exactly how I punished you, and how sorry you are for what you did.”

The boy’s eyes snapped up at that. The look on his face was of fresh humiliation, and Angel just looked back at him seriously. “Don’t leave anything out,” he said. “I’m going to ask him about it later.”

The boy looked down again, his ears turning red. “Yes, sir.”

“And Evan,” Angel said, “you really don’t want me to punish you again. I can promise you that.”

“Yes, sir,” the boy said. Sensing that that was the end of their conversation, the boy turned and walked stiffly toward the door. He closed it behind him on his way out.

The fact that the boy was no longer in Angel’s office barely made a dent in the thick smell of him throughout the space. Angel could still smell the sweat, the tears, the cum, the lust, humiliation, fear, and pain. He stood up and went to stand before the leather couch, inhaling deeply. He hadn’t smelled such a potent mix in a very long time. He closed his eyes and, with a quiet snarl, let his demon face come forward. Hiding it was like keeping your hand closed into a fist all day, not difficult or even uncomfortable, but after several hours, it feels really fucking good to stretch out. And it made his senses even more acute. With this face, the smell was intoxicating.

After a long moment, Angel opened his eyes and returned to his desk. He picked up his phone. He let his hand hover over the buttons for a few seconds. Then he hung up. He drummed his fingers on the desk. Finally, he picked up the phone again and dialed.

It was answered on the third ring. “What?” said Spike.

Angel studied his fingernails.

“What?” Spike said again.

Angel closed his eyes and pinched the ridge that formed at the top of his nose when he was wearing this face.

“I know you’re there, poof. I can hear your hair sticking up. What do you want?”

Angel ran his fingers through his hair. It didn’t seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary. “Are you in the building?” he asked.

“Oh, he speaks. Angel, mate, you have really got to learn proper use of the telephone. See, listening is only the first half—”

“Spike.”

Pause. “One of the training rooms. Level four. Why? Need me to kill something?”

Angel looked down at the erection distorting the front of his pants. He scratched his neck. “Can you come by my office?”

“When?”

“Now. Right now would be good.” Angel hung the receiver up and leaned against his desk, running a hand over his face. His fingers smelled of the boy.

Spike didn’t knock when he showed up a few minutes later, just came right inside like he always did and swung the door shut after him. Angel counted silently, One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three— before the blond gave a startled, “Bloody hell.” When Angel looked up, Spike was gawking at the leather couch, obviously smelling what had gone on there. When Spike turned to comment further, he was even more startled at Angel’s currently bumpy forehead.

“What did I miss?” Spike demanded. “Are you evil? Did you call me here to stake you? I knew it would come to this. I fucking knew it! They were all like, ‘oh, no, Spike, Angel’s still good, he’s a champion, don’t matter that he’s running an evil law firm now,’ but as soon as I popped outta that bloody amulet and saw you wearing an Armani sweater, I sodding knew I’d have to kill you.”

“I’m not evil,” said Angel. Then, “What’s wrong with that sweater?”

“Angel. Vampire? Sweater? Need I say more?”

“I like that sweater...”

“Did you torture someone?” Spike pushed out his other face as well and inhaled deeply.

Angel put his hands in his pockets and walked over to stand next to him, facing the couch. He could tell the scent the boy left behind was affecting Spike too, though the blond was trying not to show it. “Yeah,” he said. “Well. Sort of.”

Spike tilted his head, still looking at the couch. “I think he liked it,” he muttered.

“Yeah,” said Angel. “That’s... part of the problem.”

“The other part being?”

Angel looked away, pursing his lips thoughtfully.

“Uh-huh,” Spike noted. “Seems our victim wasn’t the only one enjoying this little scene.”

Angel rubbed at his neck. “It was only supposed to be a routine punishment.”

“Routine? You routinely humiliate and sexually torture your employees?”

“Just the humans,” Angel said quietly, though he knew it was a weak defense. “The demons, we pretty much just kill.”

“Well, I think we’ve uncovered why morale sucks around here."

“I did enjoy it,” Angel admitted, ignoring Spike’s remark. “I didn’t mean to. I tried not to. I tried to keep things... professional.”

Spike gave him a somewhat incredulous look, but then sniffed toward the couch again. “You didn’t fuck him or bite him. S'pose that’s something.”

“I wanted to, though. Jesus, Spike, he begged me to stick my fingers up his ass.” Angel ran his fingers through his hair restlessly. “I kept thinking about turning him. Making him mine forever.”

If Spike seemed oddly petulant about that, Angel paid it no attention. Spike just said, “You didn’t do it, though. So besides your – and I have to say this – extremely fucked up company policies, I’m not really seeing the problem, pet.”

“Yeah...” Angel sighed. “I don’t know. I guess I just wanted someone to tell me I made the right decision. That turning the kid would have been wrong. That denying what I want for myself is still the right thing to do.”

Spike shrugged. “I could tell you that stuff, Angel, but it wouldn’t signify. You already know what’s right and wrong. Honestly, what difference would it make hearing it from the likes of me?”

Angel smiled a little. “It makes a difference when you can smell how good he would have tasted.”

Both vampires inhaled slowly.

“God, we’re pathetic,” said Spike. “Just the smell of his sweat on you has me hard as a rock. What’d you do, bathe in it?”

“I made him sit in my lap.” Angel cleared his throat. “Naked.”

Spike adjusted himself. “Bloody hell. And you didn’t fuck him?”

“It was a near thing,” Angel admitted. “I was so ready to just force my cock inside him. He was a virgin, too. Well, his ass was.”

“Christ.” Spike turned his back to Angel, hiding his erection. Angel watched the way his back tensed beneath the leather of his duster. Spike sounded almost wistful when he said, “Remember back in the day, fucking anyone we wanted, no consequences?”

“Good times,” Angel murmured.

“We should get out of here,” Spike said. “This is doing things.” He gestured around at the smell. “And we need to be... doing other things.”

Angel’s nostrils flared at the scent Spike’s arousal was adding to the mix. “What... things?” he asked. He took a small step toward the blond’s back.

“World-saving things," Spike responded automatically. "With fighting. And beer.”

Angel smiled. “Let me fuck you,” he said.

“What? No!”

“Come on,” said Angel. He put his hand on Spike’s shoulder and slid it over to the back of his neck. He pulled Spike around to face him.

“Not letting your ill-gotten hard-on near my arse,” Spike said.

Angel shrugged. “I’ll suck you off after.”

“What, with that face? No thanks. I've been uncut for almost 130 years. Would like to stay that way.”

Angel carefully pulled his demon back inside. “How about now?” He did soulful eyes.

Spike looked away. “This is the real reason you called me, innit?”

“Of course not,” Angel said, pushing Spike’s duster off his shoulders. He got the coat off without much resistance and then started on the t-shirt. “At first I just wanted a blowjob.”

“I was right. You are evil.” Despite this assertion, Spike allowed his shirt to be pulled off and then unbuttoned his jeans.

“No more than usual,” said Angel.

Spike reached for Angel and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. “You really wanted to turn the boy?” he asked.

Angel helped with the buttons. They got his shirt open quickly, and he shrugged it off. “Yeah,” he said. “God. You should’ve seen him.”

Spike nodded, popping open the button on Angel’s pants. “Must’ve been pretty.”

Angel caught Spike’s hand for a moment. When Spike looked up, still wearing his demon face, Angel cupped his cheek.

“You know I only turn the pretty ones,” he said.

*