The Birthday Present

The Birthday Present


By Spikes_Evilbint

A/N Betad by dawnofme - thank you so much :)
Reviews are welcome :)


Chapter One

Lindsay McDonald was twenty-one years old. He looked around at the family and friends gathered around him; all watching expectantly as he unwrapped his presents. He smiled sweetly and his thanks sounded sincere, even if for the most part they weren’t. He glanced at his dad; he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. He was sure that his dad would have come through for him and bought him the present that he’d longed to own for years. There was no excuse now; he was the legal age to have one. He looked at the final parcel. It was a big box, but it didn’t look big enough to hold what he dreamed of. With a sigh, he began to tear off the garish paper from the box. He was a little surprised that the box was made of wood and not cardboard. His heart missed a beat. Surely it couldn’t be…


He glanced back at his dad and saw that he was grinning at him and nodding his head. Lindsay laughed out loud and turned his attention back to the box, or rather crate. There were clasps on the outside holding the front of it shut. Lindsay reached out and began to unclip them slowly, one by one. When he opened the last one, he pulled off the front and laid it gently to the side. The guests gasped at the sight of what was inside.


“Thanks, dad,” said Lindsay going over to him and hugging him. “You’re the best.”


Mr. McDonald ruffled his son’s hair. “You deserve it, son. It’s the top model.”


He handed his son another box, this one much smaller. Lindsay opened it eagerly. It contained a thick booklet and a small plastic control with a variety of buttons and joysticks on it. He read the title of the book.


OWNER’S GUIDE TO REMOTE CONTROL VAMPIRE


“The salesman told me that it’s really important to follow the set up instructions correctly. So don’t skimp on the reading, okay?”


“I won’t dad, I promise.”


Lindsay went back to look more closely at his birthday present. It was able to fit into the small crate because of the position it was in. The vampire’s wrists were cuffed to its ankles with knees drawn up to its chest and arms wrapped around them. A wide leather collar around its neck had a chain leading from it to the ankles, pulling its head down to rest on its knees. It was naked and although no genitalia was visible, it was obvious that it was male.


Lindsay noticed a small silver tag dangling from the collar. He reached out and turned it over. It was engraved with four words.


MY NAME IS SPIKE


He grinned and turned to the guests. “He’s called Spike.”


“Now that’s just so cute,” said Lindsay’s mother. “So, do you think that you’ll like him? I just loved his hair.”


“He’s great, mom. Really great.”


“He’s not very big, but the salesman said that that makes him easier to transport,” added his mom.


Lindsay took in the chiselled cheekbones and the long lashes of his closed eyes. The vampire’s features were human. He touched the bleached blond hair on Spike’s head; he was surprised at how soft it was.


“Fasten the crate back up, Lindsay. You can get him out when the guests have gone,” said his dad.


Lindsay groaned and slowly picked up the front of the crate, reluctantly clipping it back in to place.


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Later, when all the guests had gone, Lindsay went back to where the crate was sitting. He knelt down, quickly took off the front, and stared once more at the best toy anyone could wish for.


“So cool,” he muttered under his breath as he picked up the owner’s manual.


When his fingers touched the remote control, he couldn’t resist pushing a button. He leapt back, dropping the remote, as the vampire suddenly opened its eyes and tried to lift its head, the collar and chain preventing it from being able to do much more than raise its chin. Lindsay found himself staring in to the bluest eyes that he'd ever seen. They bored in to his for a second before losing focus as the vampire struggled once more to move. Lindsay fumbled for the control and quickly pressed the same button. All at once, the vampire closed its eyes and was still.


“Wow,” he muttered, as he took a deep breath.


He felt the first stirrings of lust for his new toy and picked up the manual. He needed to know what to do as soon as possible. Lindsay was reading the book intently when his father came in to the room.


“Hey, dad,” he said. “I thought that you and mom had gone to bed.”


“We did, but I wanted to give you the last part of your present in private. It’s not something that a mother would want to know about,” replied his dad.


Lindsay watched curiously as his father walked to the closet at the back of the room. He rummaged about in its depths and then walked over to Lindsay carrying a cardboard box.


“These are all the accessories that come with the best model they had,” said his dad, grinning at his son. “For God’s sake, don’t let your mother see inside here.”


Lindsay took the box from his dad and lifted the lid. He was glad that he and his dad were very open about his sexuality when he saw what the box contained. It held all manner of sexual and bondage aids.


“Apparently it…er…Spike, has been programmed for some but not all of the devices, so you can train him yourself for the others.”


“Oh, man, that is so cool. Can I take him up to my room?”


“Wait until you’ve learnt his basic controls,” replied his father. “There are another couple of things that I had added as an upgrade.”


“What’s that?” asked Lindsay. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be given Spike, and now there was even more.


“I think you’ll like this part. He’s been coated with silicon covering that blocks out the sun’s rays so you can take him outside in the daytime.” He laughed at the astonishment on his son’s face.


“I didn’t know that was possible,” gasped Lindsay. He went to the crate and touched Spike’s skin. “But it feels just like normal skin, and you can’t see the difference.”


“I know. This year’s models are the first to go on sale with it as an optional extra. It took a long time to develop; according to the salesman most of the early attempts ended with the vampires being damaged beyond salvage. But I haven’t told you the best part yet…he’s fitted with voice activation software. Once you have inputted all that the instructions demand, then you won’t need the remote for normal, daily commands – just for the major stuff like closing parts down and such.”


“Oh God, dad. Thank you so much. He must have cost a fortune.”


“He wasn’t cheap, son. But I did promise that if you did well in your studies that I would get you one, didn’t I? Maybe I can borrow him occasionally; say when your mum goes to see her sister?”


Lindsay didn’t want to share his vampire with anyone – not even his dad – but he couldn’t really say it, so he just smiled and nodded. “Sure thing, dad.”

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The next morning, Lindsay was ready to active his vampire toy. He’d read through the instruction manual several times and was now confident that he knew the controls well enough to enable him to guide Spike to his bedroom.


He went to the crate. He now knew that the vampire sat on a small trolley to enable it to be pulled free from the crate. The crate was the recommended storage container for it, but Lindsay wasn’t sure that he wanted it up in his bedroom. He pulled on the handle of the trolley and rolled it forwards and out of the crate. Lindsay glanced once more at the activation procedure – just to make certain that he knew the order in which things had to be done.


He unlocked the restraints on Spike’s wrists, ankles and collar. Once they were free, he pulled Spike’s arms behind his back, surprised at how easy they were to move; no resistance at all. He then refastened the cuffs on them. The manual said that physical restraints at this stage were important to prevent possible breakages due to incorrect controls. The vampire wobbled a little as its balance was altered but didn’t fall over. Lindsay picked up the remote control and pushed the button that he’d pressed last night and activated him.


Spike’s eyes opened and he lifted his chin. His eyes met Lindsay’s and he held the gaze. Once more, at the sight of those vivid blue eyes, Lindsay felt himself harden. Then the vampire stood up with a fluid grace.


“Oh, boy,” said Lindsay with a chuckle when he saw Spike’s cock and balls.


He reached in to the box of equipment that his father had given him and pulled out a small box shaped contraption with two leather straps on. Lindsay stared at it for a second before he squeezed Spike’s genitalia in to it and fastened one strap around the vampire’s waist, and the other passed between his legs and attached to the waist strap at the back of it. Apparently, after a period of ‘shut down’ it was usual for the vampire to become very sexually aroused without being ordered to be. The cage would bind him tightly enough as to be painful if he succumbed to his animalistic urges. Of course, once owners had established themselves as the vampire’s controller, a lot of them closed their vampires down for a day to take advantage of this ‘natural’ phenomenon.


Lindsay felt Spike tremble as he pulled the straps as tight as possible. He grinned. This was going to be so much fun; a living – well technically dead – creature, completely under his control. The manual had informed him that there was often a slight delay between an instruction from the controller and the response by the vampire. This was caused by the micro-chips embedded in the vampire’s skull having to relay the message to the creature. The remote didn’t actually, physically, make the creature do as you said – it just told it what to do, and if it didn’t obey then the second micro-chip gave a burst of pain through it’s head. The only thing that a remote controlled vampire had no ‘choice’ in was when the controller was used to shut it down, either completely, as they were when delivered or partially, depending on what the owner wanted. These partial shut downs could be used as training devices for the programming of new responses or techniques.


“Right then, Spike,” said Lindsay. “Let’s get you to my bedroom.”


Spike’s eyes focussed on Lindsay’s as he watched him push the buttons and then fiddle with the joystick. The instructions came through thick and fast and Spike felt a moment of panic as he thought that he wouldn’t be able to respond in time. He knew that the setting on the pain chip could go up to maximum strength. It had been altered when he was shipped out from the laboratory. He spun around one way and then the other in response to Lindsay’s erratic directions. The joystick was very sensitive and it took a bit of getting used to. Spike wished that Lindsay would stick to using the buttons until he knew what he was doing.


Lindsay took his thumb off the joystick and grinned as Spike stood still, facing him once more.


“Okay,” said Lindsay. “Let’s see if I can make you walk in a straight line.”


Spike stared at him. He couldn’t hear his words. He’d been rendered deaf since his first chip had been implanted. The techs in the lab figured that it would help keep the vampires calmer. Spike had to admit that they were probably right. Although at first, he thought that he’d go insane through not being able to hear what was being said and what was planned for him. In hindsight, he realised that if he had actually known what they were going to do, then he would have definitely have gone insane. The result of which would have been dispatch to the laboratories for use in experiments and then dusting. He really wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t have been happier dead than this. One thing that he had learnt in the three years that he had been trained – tortured – into submission was that he could now lip read. He’d been very careful not to let the ‘trainers’ be aware of that fact but that was how he knew that his pain chip was on maximum. They were worried that he’d fail to satisfy his owner.


He hoped that the kid would hurry up and start work on the voice activation program. The couple of months of trials, before he was put up for sale, were the best of his now pathetic existence. To be able to hear music again, even if it was bloody awful country music, was a delight. It had relieved the boredom of sitting waiting for hours on end in ‘stand-by’ mode.


He stared at Lindsay. Spike would have smiled at the kid if he could have. He didn’t look a bad sort. But showing emotions was blocked by the chip. Spike could feel them all – although for three years all he’d felt was pain and despair – but his face simply remained impassive. He tensed as he saw Lindsay’s thumb hover over the joystick once more, waiting for the bombardment of instructions that he knew were imminent. That fucking irritating little voice in his head reciting the messages from the chip in to his conscious mind. He was sure that they’d chosen that bint’s voice because it set your teeth on edge when you heard it.


Turn left. Turn right. Straight on. Stand still.


All said in a squeaky patronising tone. Spike hated the joystick being used. She never shut up when it was. At least with the buttons, he just got a simple order just the one time until another button was pushed. The joystick meant the voice was a continuous babble. He always ended up with some pain from the chip for not being quick enough to respond. You’d think that the techs wouldn’t let you be punished for walking in the straight line that you knew that they wanted instead of swerving about because of how delicate the controls were – but no, every time an order was disobeyed the pain chip fired in varying degrees. If Spike failed completely in following an order, the maximum strength chip would fire and put him on the floor, writhing with pain, in a fraction of a second. Being slow meant it felt like a migraine but didn’t incapacitate you physically.


By the time Lindsay had guided Spike out of the lounge room, long the hallway to the staircase, Spike’s head was throbbing, and Lindsay was giggling hysterically at the jerky way that his vampire was walking. Luckily for Spike, Lindsay just pressed the button for forwards and so he was able to climb the stairs without falling, which he had been sure that he would have done if Lindsay had continued using the joystick. Having his hands bound behind his back didn’t help his progress.


Halfway along the hallway upstairs, Lindsay’s mom stepped out of her bedroom and into the path of Spike. Spike panicked; what should he do? Disobeying an order meant maximum strength pain but so did touching a human without being told to. Either way he was fucked. He mentally braced himself for the pain to hit him. Then that irritating voice suddenly told him to go left. He swerved to miss her, almost weeping with relief when he avoided contact and the order came to stop.


Lindsay’s mom gave a small shriek and clutched her chest. “Lindsay, be careful with that thing,” she admonished. “And for goodness sake put some clothes on it other than that…that…” She shuddered dramatically. “I don’t even want to think about it.”


“It’s just what he comes with, mom,” laughed Lindsay. “Don’t worry; I’ll make sure that he’s decently dressed when he comes downstairs.”


“Mind that you do.” She hurried along the hallway and down the stairs.


Lindsay looked at Spike curiously. The vampire was trembling again. He hoped that he wasn’t defective. He put his thumb on the joystick and carried on to his bedroom. He didn’t press stop quick enough when he turned Spike to his room and the vampire walked in to the door with a thud. Then to Lindsay’s amusement kept trying to get through it.


Press the stop button, you stupid git. Spike felt the charge beginning to build in his head as he was unable to keep walking forwards. Another second and he’d be hit with the full force.


Stop.


Spike had never been so relieved to hear that pesky bint’s voice echo through his head. He stood still.


“Oops,” giggled Lindsay. “I guess I still need a bit of practice at that.”


He pushed open the door and guided Spike through. When the vampire got to the bottom of the bed Lindsay stopped him, turned him around and made him sit down on it. Lindsay walked to his desk and picked up the chair next to it, carrying it back and setting it down directly in front of Spike. He was taken aback when the vampire met his eyes. Somehow, he’d never expected his toy to have such expressive eyes. He noticed that Spike was panting a little. He took the owner’s manual out of his pocket and began to flick through it as he’d thought that vampires didn’t actually breathe. He glanced up at Spike, who was staring at him intensely.


“Are you okay? Have I done anything wrong?”


He shook his head ruefully. What was he doing talking to Spike like he could understand him? It wasn’t like the vampire could reply anyway. Speech wasn’t available; not even as an optional extra.


Spike was taken aback at the concern on Lindsay’s face. He hadn’t been looked at with compassion since…well he couldn’t remember when exactly - things got blurry the further back that he tried to think - but certainly not since he’d been ‘in training’. He stopped himself from shaking his head and letting the boy know that he hadn’t done much wrong – that he panted a lot these days – ever since they’d hit him with blast after blast of chip powered maximum rated pain, prior to his despatch. One last little remainder to obey without question. As if he needed it. He long since lost the will to fight. He knew that it was hopeless. For almost a year he’d tried to resist and all it got him was pain, pain and more pain of just about every variety that it could come in. Beneath the silicon coating, his flesh still bore the marks of the floggings that he’d endured. Not even his vampiric healing could make them go away completely.


Spike shuddered inwardly at the thought of the silicon film that he was encased in. The pain when he was immersed in the liquid had been almost unendurable. The tech had been a bit sloppy with the preparation, and the stuff had managed to leak in to his eyes and mouth. When he’d been pulled out hours later they had had to operate on him to get the coating off the areas that should have been protected. They cleaned up his mouth first. Couldn’t have that damaged – oh, no – it might affect the price if he was no longer able to deep throat anyone who demanded it. By the time they took care of his eyes, some damage was done. When they tested his sight afterwards, the techs decided that it wouldn’t affect his saleability as, after all, it wasn’t like the vampire was going to be reading a newspaper or anything, was it? So he was left with his vision slightly blurry when things were very close up. Spike had long since decided that it was a blessing. He didn’t always want to see what was happening to him, too closely.


Spike’s thoughts were interrupted when Lindsay put the handbook down on the bed next to Spike and reached out and touched Spike’s arm. The feeling of Lindsay’s hand on Spike was heightened. The silicon brought with it increased sensitivity. This was done deliberately by the techs that had developed it. They wanted the slightest touch to feel like a slap, and then when an owner really wanted to vent some anger they were ensured that the vampire would suffer even more than they thought – ideal for perfecting those last few personal programs. Spike wanted to turn to look at Lindsay but daren’t.


Lindsay squeezed Spike’s arm, then stroked it. He really couldn’t tell that the vampire was protected from the sun. He’d expected it to feel rubbery somehow but it was as soft as silk. He touched Spike’s face gently, his palm cupping his toy’s cheek. For a fraction of a second, he felt Spike lean in to his hand and then it was gone. Had he imagined it? He must have done. They could only do what you ordered.


Spike closed his eyes briefly as the boy’s hand caressed his cheek, and he moved towards the soft touch without even realising he had until a sharp bolt of pain hit him and he straightened his head. Of all the things that he was still capable of missing, the foremost was a gentle touch. Every creature needed some comfort in its life and a vampire was no exception. For three years and, he was pretty certain for a long time before that, he wished that he could be held just to make him feel better. Not for any other reason, but to let him know that someone actually cared what he felt.


Lindsay got off the bed and sat facing him once more.


“Are you hungry? The owner’s manual says that you should be fed within twenty-four hours of arrival. I’ll be back in a minute; I left it downstairs.”


Spike just sat there and blinked. He’d managed to get his panting under control. Lindsay disappeared from view but in only a few minutes was back in front of Spike once more. He was carrying a bag of the reconstituted feed that was the required feeding for remote controlled vampires. You couldn’t call it blood. It contained only enough blood products to keep the vampires alive, but it was crammed full of drugs that ensured that the vampire would be very open to suggestion. It had been developed to try to prevent the chip firing too much at full strength, which eventually would dust the vampire. When full of these drugs, most resistance was low enough not to hit that mark. Lindsay sat down again.


“It doesn’t smell so good. And there were all of these little sachets that could be added,” said Lindsay conversationally. “I wasn’t sure what they did, so I haven’t added any this time.” He shrugged. “I guess that I’ve still got a heap of reading to do, huh?”


Spike was pleased to hear that he wasn’t going to get hit with any additional side effects from his feed at least. He knew exactly what each sachet did and none of them were good.

Lindsay sniffed at the bag and grimaced. “Rather you than me, buddy.”


He stood up and removed Spike’s collar. Beneath it, there was a small plastic valve sticking in to the vampire’s neck. Lindsay pulled off the cap as carefully as he could and attached the nozzle at the bottom of the bag of pet food and then squeezed. Spike swallowed convulsively even though the liquid was being squirted directly in to his oesophagus and he didn’t need to. He’d never got used to the feeling of it running down his throat. Lindsay put a hand on his shoulder.


“It’s okay, little guy. I bet you needed that after being turned off for most of yesterday.”


The manual had been quite adamant that even ‘down days’ be counted when assessing the next feed. The optimum was every two days. Unbeknownst to Lindsay and his father, Spike had actually been ‘down’ in the crate for two days before he was delivered.


Spike gave a slow blink, trying to convey his thanks. Maybe being here would be all right? It had to be better than the lab anyway. Lindsay carefully wiped the valve with a sterile wipe before he popped the cap back on and replaced Spike’s collar. He picked up the manual and then put it down again. Now was the time for him to issue his authority over his vampire. The manual insisted upon it. It would strengthen the bond between the two. Spike, knew without being able to see the page number, exactly what page Lindsay was at. He closed his eyes as he felt the drugs beginning to have effect. His thoughts, which had been clearer than he had known for a long time, were beginning to blur and mist over again. Spike just had enough time to remember how the techs had laughed when they’d put it in the manual. He was going through his voice activation ‘training’ and so could hear every word. It was common knowledge that vampires were mostly bought as sex toys for the rich; usually rich males.


Lindsay looked at Spike nervously; the vampire’s eyes were slightly unfocussed. He had to get this right. Another glance at the book and then he fumbled in the box of gadgets. After a moment or two he found what he was looking for. He tapped Spike on the right side of his mouth with his index finger. Immediately, the mouth opened and Lindsay inserted the gag in to it. He fastened the straps securely at the back of Spike’s head before standing back and admiring his handiwork. Spike’s mouth was held open by a circle of metal between his teeth. Lindsay was glad to see that it was lined with soft rubber.


“Oh, well. Here goes.”


He unzipped the flies on his blue jeans and began to stroke his manhood erect. It didn’t take long. Spike’s blue eyes cleared a little and met his before sliding downwards to what was now eye level for him. The thought that the vampire had taken in the sight of his cock was enough to make it ache. He stepped closer and thrust his erection into Spike’s mouth. He almost came undone as a cold tongue caressed it before proceeding to give Lindsay the best blow job that he’d ever had.


Spike knew that he was good at this ‘skill’ – it was one of the reasons that he’d been put in the upper price bracket. The techs all thought that this ability showed that he actually wanted to please the recipient. In reality - the better he did it – the quicker it was over. Lindsay grabbed Spike’s head in both of his hands and pulled the vampire close as he thrust deep in to him, burying Spike’s nose in his curly pubic hair. Spike gagged slightly at the depth Lindsay’s cock reached, but a warning twinge from the chip made him relax his throat to accommodate it. He shuddered as, with a yell, Lindsay climaxed and the warm burst of come ran down his throat. Spike kept working with his tongue until the last of the boys spendings were released, and his cock began to soften.


“Oh. My. God,” gasped Lindsay.


He stood with his hands buried in Spike’s soft hair for a moment before withdrawing from the vampire’s mouth. His cock was licked clean as it was pulled out; it was almost more than Lindsay could bear. He sat down with a thump on the chair opposite Spike, his legs left weak from the power of his orgasm.


“Holy crap, man. That was awesome.”


Spike smiled internally. The kid looked almost spaced out. He found that he actually felt pleased to have made him like that. It was different from when the techs had put him through his paces. Lindsay seemed a little naïve about it all, not scheming and evil like the techs were.


“No, really…shit…that was…”


Spike stared at Lindsay. So take the sodding gag out, already, if you’re that bleeding grateful.


As if he’d somehow heard Spike’s thoughts, Lindsay stood once more. He put his cock back in to his jeans and then reached out and took the gag out of Spike’s mouth. He wiped some saliva that had dribbled from the corner with his hand. He looked at it, it made him finally fully become aware that the creature in front of him was not a robot or mere toy, but alive in it’s own weird way. He suddenly realised that owning a remote control vampire was more complex than he’d first thought. But he was still looking forward to finding out what fun they could have…


tbc