Corporate Bitch

Angel stared down at the piece's of paper lying before him. Never had he been so bored. Never. But he was the CEO, The Boss. He had to keep the place running, and he wasn't even so sure that's what he wanted. He was on the inside alright, and seeing everything, the horror, the pain he was now in charge of made him feel his insides would come out of them. He had a strong stomach alright. Angel started to smile, a charge shooting through him and running straight to his cock. He knew someone else who had a strong stomach, Wesley.

Angel lay back, enjoying the naughty thought's that started to run through his head. He couldn't remember the moment when these thought's had started.Over the past year, he had noticed Wesley's change. His hair had gotten cooler, his eye's had gotten more intense, and the stubble..........no can't think these thought's! Angel started to sign the documents, but couldn't resist adding to the secret piece of paper hidden under it all. The soft charcoal of the pencil traced all over Wesley's naked image. The smooth abs, his strong butt, his cock which seemed to get bigger and bigger every time Angel revisited the drawing, which caused Angel's cock to get bigger and bigger.

"No I can't.....just......put it away" Angel thought, getting back to his work, feeling more alone. Now Angel felt alone, He had no-one, he had lost Cordy and Connor, his friends had slipped further and further away from him, even Wesley had slipped further away from him............gives me a better view of his ass. STOP IT ANGEL!!!! Of course Angel's feeling's of being alone could be that he was actually alone! He had given the whole building the day off. Wesley naked on a table and.....damn it! Angel couldn't help it. He was going to explode.

The sound of the zipper coming down echoed through the empty building. Angel desperately try to untangle his cock from his underwear. Who would know? He was all alone!


Spike couldn't resist the color commentary about his new surroundings. He was corporial again, and with it came back all of the funny naughty thought's he had lost. He had bought a new video camera. He didn't know how he was going to tell the Scooby gang about his New found physicalness. Spike ran his fingers across his tight abs. "Still got it!". A funny thing had happened though, the feelings that he had, the thought's about Buffy had all gone. He didn't know what it meant. He still felt the guilt, the soul corsing through him, but his love for all thing's female seemed to have died when he did.

"And this is the Lobby, It's evil, It Hellish, but made from such great wood" Uggh.....uhh.....uhh.......Spike's face screwed up. Those sounds. He thought he was all alone and......oh..uh yeah.....Spike grinned into the camera. "Looks like someone else is enjoying some wood too! Let's go see viewer, shall we?!?"

Angel pushed gently into Wesley, the sweat dripping down his body, their soul's connecting as their bodies did. The tension building and building in Angel, a mixture of sexual lust and fear. More.....and more.....and auugh...ah. A gentle calm ran through Angel. He released his cum deep into Wesley and onto..........his hand?


"Oh Wesley, Oh Wes, Oh crap". Angel snapped out of his fantasy. Shit. He had gottee cue cum everywhere. Guess that's what the executive bathrooms for! Angel trailed happily into the washroom, not realising what he had just begun. What he had just gotten himself into!


Spike stared dumbfounded at what he had just caught on tape. "I knew he was a poof, It's all in the hair." Spike stared at the image of Angel on the camera. "He should really learn how to aim better!" But that was not the only thing that dumbfounded Spike. His jean's now fitted alittle tighter. "I have my sexual drive back" Spike proudly proclaimed, grabbing his crotch. "And I know just where I wanna drive it!"But Angel would would never agree to have sex with him. Spike looked down at the camera and felt a sexual excitement shoot through his body. That wouldn't be a problem!


Angel came out of the bathroom, relaxed, content, con......fused? "Spike? What the Hell are you doing here?" Spike held up the video camera. "Making a documentary about the stress and hard......ship of the corperial world, how's it hanging Angel, alittle to the right I'm guessing" Angel stared at Spike, could he be anymore of an Idiot! Spike put on a seductive glance, approaching Angel. Angel sat down in his chair, ignoring, he had to finish all this work and The drawing! Oh shit! Angel toppled every document he had on the table onto the picture. "You doing okay, Angel?" Angel couldn't help it, he retreated into dork mode "Well...i...i....i....i'm fffine. Spike"

Spike sat down on the table, right in front of him. "I just wanted to check up on you, I know how lllooonngg and hhaarrd the work-day can be" Spike bit down on his lip as the word's came out. "We all need alittle release." Angel wasn't even paying attention when Spike went in for the kill, or to be more accurate, kiss! Their lip's touched. What the Hell?!? Angel jumped back, shocked. "What are you doing, Spike? Are you insane?" Spike tried to hide how hurt that comment made him. "I must be, I'm attracted to you"


Angel couldn't process this. The word's didn't fit in his head. Spike?! Spike was attracted to him? No he wasn't, he was just doing some stupid Spike thing to annoy him and it can't. It can't be. Angel rose to his feet, with fire in his belly "are you insane, or just plain stupid? You......you're not gay?!" Spike was enjoying Angel's pacing, Angel's pant's hugged his ass and caused quite the view. "and we would never, ever be anything more than friends and/or mortal enemy's, got......."

Angel turned around to find Spike's head cocked. "We're you staring at my ass?" Oh No. Oh No was all Angel could think. "Spike, SPIKE, this will never, EVER HAPPEN!" A darkness began to grow within Spike. He didn't act through his brain, he didn't act through decency or common sense. He acted through blood. He wanted Angel, and he was going to take him. He was going to make him pay for turning him down, and he was going to have fun while he did it.

Angel continued ranting. He was so busy that he didn't even see it. Spike's hands we're slowly begin to wrap around the battle axe which lay across Angel's wall. WHAM!!! Hard across Angel's skull. Angel's body dropped, draping him across the table. Spike was in tears, his heart breaking, going cold, killing the goodness inside of him.

"Not gonna happen? I think it is gonna happen, and much, much more." And then he saw it. The force of Angel's body hitting the table had uncovered it. The picture. Spike didn't know wether to laugh or cry. "Is this why you don't want me Angel? Him? We'll that's okay, because I might be love's bitch...." Spike grabbed Angel's face, licking him eroticly up his cheek "but you're mine!"


Spike grabbed some rope from out of Angel's desk. It was Wolfram and Hart, Angel had to be prepared, and all he had done was allow Spike to include some bondage into his S&M fun. Spike ripped Angel's shirt off him violently, shredding it before leaving it in a crumpled mess on the floor. Pulling Angel's arm's behind his back, Spike began to tie Angel up, bind him. He squeezed Angel's nipple's, making Angel squirm.

Onto the good parts now, Spike thought. Unbuckling Angel's pants, it really hit Spike. He was going to rape Angel. And he didn't care. He had loved Angel and it was him who got the pain. He alway's got the pain. Now it was Angel's time to feel pain. No faggot, sissy love making. He was going to fuck Angel raw, make him squeel like the corporate pig he was. The pant's dropped to Angel's ankles, and Spike had to stand back and admire the view.

Angel, bound and tied up, defensless, bent over his desk with his pant's around his ankles. Spike ripped the offensive clothing that covered up the naked Angel off. Only the underwear. Spike wanted to keep those as a souvenier. He peeled them off of Angel's body slowly. The material being pulled back revealed more and more of Angel. The crack of his ass, the butt-cheeks more and more until they we're gone. Off. Spike pocketed the underwear and looked at his prize. Angel was naked! Angel's butt. Angel's bubble butt. Angel's fucking hot bubble butt! And Spike couldn't wait to pop the bubble.

Spike grinned at Angel evily "You ever been butt-fucked Angel?". Angel's eyes widened in fear. He had never been afraid of Spike. Never. And now, Spike had him buck ass naked on his table, defensless, hands tied down.

He squirmed when he felt the wetness, Spike's smooth tongue ran up the crack of his ass, slowly, Spike savouring every second of it. Angel was his! His property! Angel felt tears running down his face as Spike's spit trailed down his ass.

"Spike, don't....please" Spike felt his hardon pulsate through those very words. "Now listen Angel" Spike grabbed his belt. SMACK! Angel screamed as it came in contact with his smooth skin "I'm getting a piece of this smooth beefcake Angel. And you'll get a treat too, you're getting a nice thick piece of meat."

"aaaAARRGHHH....oh god....OH NO....STOP IT'S TOO FUCKING SOOOORRREEE"

In and out. Spike pushed hard into Angel's hole. Spike felt like dessert, and Angel's cherry would do just fine. Angel's buttcheeks moved up and down with the motion. Spike was rything in ecstacy, the sensation of his cock deep in Angel's ass.

Angel was rything in pain, the intrution of Spike's cock deep in his ass was causing pain he had never experienced. His screams we're Animalistic and tears streamed down his face. And he knew he was just feeding Spike's lust. His pain was like an aphrodisiac to Spike.

"Spike no. My ass......MY ASS......IT'S RIPPING APART"
"Good, you ripped up my heart, now I'm gonna rip apart your ass!"

Angel's sweat started to mix with the blood that trickled out of his butthole.Spike continued pumping into Angel, picking up a trail of his blood on his finger, then licking it. "Mmm.......dinner and a show, you're quite the host Angel" Angel couldn't take it. He had been beat before, he had lost, but never had he been degraded like this. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Spike continued to rape Angel and he couldn't lift an arm to stop him.

Angel suddenly made a horrible realisation at the same time Spike did. He was hard. It was the most sick, degrading, horrifying thing that had ever happened to Angel, and he was hard and was gonna......OH NO......he couldn't.....he wouldn't.

Spike shot his thick load deep into Angel's bowels, but he wasn't the only one shooting. He looked on in shock as cum squirted from Angel's cock and flew across the room. Spike gave a few more thrusts and was done, but Angel was shooting a river.


Angel stared down at what was inf of of him. Spike had dragged him across the carpet. He was now looking at his own cum. He tried to resist, but Spike kept pushing his head further and further towards it. Angel's tongue came into contact with it. Spike was enjoying the show while he fingered Angel's ass. He could feel the heat he had generated. Angel's rosebud was still burning hot. Spike took his fingers out. It was time for his big surprise. Time to prove how much of an Idiot Angel really was.

Angel felt sick as he stood up, feeling Spike's cum slide sickingly down his ass. He watched Spike go. At least it was over.

"Oh dumbass" Spike smiled holding the camera. "I taped this little session as well, you're gonna have to work twice as hard to please me next time." Spike waled over as Angel gulped at the incinuation. "Don't worry Angel, I don't mean double cock....yet" and spanked Angel hard across his intruded ass. Angel was his. And he was gonna put him to use!