The Birthday Present

Spike watched nervously as Lindsey greeted his parents at the airport. Lindsey had told him to stand near the wall some twenty yards away and wait for him to come back. He’d told Spike that he needed to break the news of Spike’s injuries to them gently so that they weren’t upset when they met him. Spike was ashamed that Lindsey needed to talk to them first. He knew that it was because he didn’t talk too well still. He tried, but sometimes it was really hard to find the right words, and his head hurt quite often. He didn’t tell Lindsey that it did, because he didn’t want to have to go back in to hospital.


He saw Lindsey’s father staring at him. He dropped his eyes quickly, not able to hold his gaze. He fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt whilst he waited and didn’t look up again until Lindsey touched his arm.


“Come on Spike, let’s go home,” said Lindsey. “You remember my mom and dad don’t you?”


Spike risked a quick glance at the couple. He shuddered as he looked at Lindsey’s dad; he made him feel afraid. Spike nodded. He reached for Lindsey’s hand but before he could take it, Lindsey’s father spoke.


“Carry this bag for me, Spike.”


Spike glanced at Lindsey, who nodded for him to take it.


“You don’t need to check with him when I ask you to do something,” said McDonald coldly. “You’ll do as I say as long as you are living under my roof.”


“Dad!” said Lindsey.


“No, Lindsey, you messed about with him to make him more –”


“Make him well again,” interrupted Lindsey, not wanting Spike to hear anything that may make him realise that he wasn’t actually human.


McDonald glared at his son. “Whatever. But he lives under my roof and he does as I say.” He turned to Spike who took an involuntary step back. “Do you understand what I am saying?”


Spike nodded quickly.


“Speak up.”


“Y…y…yes.” Spike reached, once more, for the suitcase.


“Yes, what?” said McDonald.


Spike looked at Lindsey again. What did he mean?


“Sir,” said Lindsey with a sigh. “He wants you to say sir when you speak to him. Yes. Sir.”


“Y…yes, s…s…sir. C…can I c…carry it n…now?”


McDonald thrust the suitcase in to his hands. “I preferred him silent.” He marched off, leaving the others following in his wake.


Lindsey touched Spike’s arm briefly. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”


Lindsey was carrying his mom’s case and walked alongside her, asking her about their trip. Spike followed a few paces behind.


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When they got home, Lindsey told Spike to wait in the bedroom. Spike quickly disappeared up the stairs. Lindsey sat at the kitchen table with his parents, waiting for the inevitable lecture. To his surprise it was his mom that started it.


“Lindsey, I’m very disappointed in you. I can’t believe that you are doing this to us.”


“Doing what, mom?” asked Lindsey.


“What you are doing with that…that thing upstairs. It was bad enough when you were controlling it. But now you have made it behave as if it were real.”


“He is real, mom,” protested Lindsey.


“Don’t talk back to your mother,” growled McDonald.


“I’m not. It’s just that Warren said he could make him more ‘normal’ so I could take him out without his controller.” No need to mention that he was in love with Spike or that Spike now thought that he was with him.


“What if he attacks us?” said Lindsey’s mom, clutching dramatically at her chest.


“He can’t, mom. The chip will fire if he tries to attack a human, and Warren removed all his vampire teeth and fitted a gadget to stop him biting as a safeguard.”


“So, he’s lost his fangs has he? Can you still shut him down though, son?” said McDonald.


Lindsey nodded. “Yes he can still be completely or partially shut down, but can’t be left on stand-by any more. Warren says that it’s best not to use the total shut down if possible. Spike’ll do what I tell him to, and so he won’t need shutting down. When I’m not here, if I tell him to stay in our room, then he will.”


“Well, I still don’t like it,” stated his mom.


“Just give him a chance. He’s kind of sweet. I’m sure that you’ll get to like him.”


“Just keep him under control Lindsey or I’ll call The Initiative to take him back,” she replied.


Lindsey paled at the thought of losing Spike. “I will, mom, I promise.”


He sighed as he walked out of the room. That hadn’t gone quite as badly as he thought it might have; until his mom’s threat anyway. But he was sure that his mom would like Spike if she got to know him. He decided that it might be time to look for an apartment of his own. He’d miss the freedom of being able to fuck Spike in the house when and where he liked.


Spike was sitting on the bed when Lindsey walked in to the room. He looked up at him, his blue eyes huge.


“Di…di…did I d…d…do b…bad?”


Lindsey swiftly went over to him, sitting next to him and putting his arms around him. Spike snuggled in to him and rested his head on Lindsey’s shoulder.


“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. They just need a little time to get to know you better. Just remember to call my dad ‘sir’ when he speaks to you and you’ll be okay.”


“Okay,” said Spike. He felt safe when he was with Lindsey. He tipped his face up towards Lindsey’s and kissed him. “Want you.” His hands travelled to Lindsey’s crotch. “P…please.”


Lindsey grinned at him. “God, I love you.” He had to hand it to Warren; he had made Spike in to the perfect boyfriend. He was a bit clingy maybe but so fucking obliging.


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The next day, Lindsey had to go to class. He daren’t skip them now that his folks were back. He gave Spike strict instructions to stay in the bedroom and not to play any loud music. Spike had made a bit of a scene when he realised that he was going to be alone all day, but Lindsey had been firm, ignored his tears and left for college.


Spike sat on the bed disconsolate that Lindsey had abandoned him. He sniffed a few times when he managed to stop the tears, and wiped his face with the palms of his hands. He didn’t know what to do. At least Lindsey had let him go down on him before he left, but Spike still felt that it wasn’t enough. He ran his hands down his torso, he wished that it was Lindsey’s hands on him, not his own. He sighed. He only felt complete, alive, when Lindsey was filling him. He unfastened his jeans and put his hand on his erection, as ever, thinking of Lindsey got him aroused. He wriggled back on the bed and began to stroke his hand slowly up and down; picturing Lindsey’s hand and not his own. He thrust his hips upwards and closed his eyes.


He was so lost in himself that he didn’t hear the door slowly open. He didn’t realise that Lindsey’s father was in the room until a fist connected soundly with his chin. Spike rolled off the bed in a heap. He was dazed and before he could get up McDonald grabbed him by the front of his t-shirt and hauled him on to the bed.


“Filthy little thing aren’t you?” snarled McDonald in Spike’s face.


Spike shook his head and blinked rapidly, trying to gather his senses.


“Missing Lindsey already, are you?”


Spike nodded.


“Don’t just nod your head – you can talk – so tell me.”


“M…m…miss…L...Lindsey…lots.” He frowned and then added. “Sir.”


McDonald laughed. “You’re not as stupid as you look.”


“N…not…st…stupid. Bad c…car wr…wreck…g…got hurt.”


McDonald laughed again, not a pleasant sound. “I take it back. You are stupid.”


He put his free hand down inside the front of Spike’s jeans. Spike began to shake.


“You do want me, don’t you?” He stroked Spike’s balls gently.


Spike shook his head and wriggled in his grasp.


“No! L…love…Lindsey…n…not…you.”


McDonald pulled his hand from Spike’s balls and slapped Spike across the face, letting him go as he did. Spike fell backwards on the bed and McDonald straddled him pinning him down.


“You love him do you?”


“Y…yes…sir.” Tears rolled down Spike’s cheeks.


“Well, if you love him then you’ll do what he says won’t you?”


Spike nodded. “Y…yes.”


“He told me that I could use you anyway that I wanted. So are you going to be good and do as he wants?”


Spike shook his head violently and redoubled his efforts to get from beneath Lindsey’s dad. “I’m…just…L…Lindsey’s. N…no sh…sharing.”


“You’re living in my home, Spike. I do what I like in my home. Now are you going to lie still or am I going to have to tell Lindsey how bad you were?”


Spike was terrified. He just didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t believe Lindsey would say that it was okay for his dad to screw him, but he had agreed to do what Lindsey’s dad told him to. McDonald mistook Spike’s silence for his acquiescence. He shifted his weight off Spike. Spike wriggled across the bed.


“Where do you think that you’re going?” snarled McDonald, grabbing Spike’s ankle.


Spike froze. His breath was coming in ragged pants. McDonald roughly pulled him back towards him, hit him in the face hard enough to make him see stars and turn over. He pulled down Spike’s already open jeans, leaving them bunched up at his knees. Spike was now face-down on the bed. McDonald pulled him further down so that Spike’s legs hung over the edge. Spike was still too stunned to move, but the sound of McDonald’s zipper being opened somehow got through to him. He struggled feebly.


“No. P…please. N…no.”


It was barely audible and McDonald paid no heed. Now that Lindsey and Spike were effectively lovers enjoying foreplay, and not toy and owner, Lindsey had left only the narrow plug inside Spike to keep the lubricating lining in service. Spike would soon wish that he’d been left with the largest one, no matter how uncomfortable it was.


McDonald ripped the plug from Spike’s ass, laughing grimly as Spike tensed beneath him. He pressed the tip of his cock against Spike’s pucker. Spike tried to move up the bed but McDonald’s huge hands grabbed him roughly, the pain they inflicted on his sensitised skin was enough to make him still his struggles.


“No,” whispered Spike.


“Yes,” whispered McDonald.


With that he thrust in to Spike’s body. Even with the lubricant, the thin plug hadn’t prepared Spike for the size of McDonald’s member. He screamed as it tore in to him. McDonald grunted like the pig he was with every cruelly hard thrust. To Spike’s dismay, he hit the sensor on his prostate and his own cock began to rise, even though he was anything but aroused. Spike closed his eyes and went limp; just hoping that it would soon end.


By the time that McDonald climaxed with one final hard shuddering thrust, Spike was semi-conscious. McDonald let his bodyweight rest on the prone body of Spike as he got his breath back. He stood up, withdrawing his softening cock, and grimaced at the blood on it. He let go of Spike and was pleased to see the vampire made no attempt to move. He rummaged in the box of accessories and selected the biggest plug that he could find. He caressed Spike’s ass, smiling as Spike flinched away from his touch. He spread Spike’s cheeks and inserted the plug, Spike groaned quietly as it went in.


McDonald grabbed Spike by the back of his neck and hauled him to his feet. He lightly slapped Spike’s face as he turned him to face him.


“Get a shower before Lindsey gets home. Tell him about this and I’ll get you sent away from here. Understand?”


Spike wouldn’t meet his eyes but nodded; he had to be with Lindsey.


“Make sure that you leave that in. Tell him that you put it in so you’d be ready for him.”


Spike nodded again.


“Tell me,” growled McDonald.


Spike was so distressed and knocked about that he could barely form the words at all. “I…d…d…did…pl…plug.”

“Have you seen me today?”


“N…no.”


“No; what?”


Spike swallowed hard and licked his lips. “N…no…s…sir.”


“I can see that we’re going to get along just fine.” McDonald let Spike go with a push towards the bathroom. “Get cleaned up. Make sure that you’re ready for Lindsey; he’ll have missed you.”


Spike’s legs wouldn’t hold him and he crumpled to the floor.


“Don’t get blood on the carpet,” snarled McDonald.


Spike cringed, but got on to his hands and knees and crawled in to the bathroom. He heard McDonald quietly say that he looked hot on his knees before he closed the door. Once the door shut, Spike fell apart. He staggered into the shower cubicle and turned on the water, before sliding down the wall. He winced as his sore, abused arse touched the cold ceramic shower tray. Then the tears came. Huge racking sobs. He wrapped his hands around his knees and stayed there for over half an hour before he could bring himself to move, just letting the water wash over him.


His whole body felt sore and he shuddered at the memory of McDonald’s rough hands gripping him; his huge cock being forced inside him. He tentatively stood up, holding the palm of one hand against the side of the shower cubicle to steady himself. He touched the base of the plug with the fingers of his other hand. His arse felt like it was on fire and he wanted to take it out. But McDonald had told him to leave it in, and he was sure that somehow he’d know if he’d taken it out. He dried himself off, not caring that his hair was drying in curls. He put on a pair of Lindsey’s sweatpants. They were too big, but it was the nearest that he could get to right now. He lay on his side on the bed, curling up in a foetal position, knees to his chest, waiting for Lindsey to come home.


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Lindsey had thought that the day would never end. As soon as he got home, he ran up the stairs to get to his bedroom and Spike. He flung the door open, startling Spike who sat up quickly and looked around wildly. Spike couldn’t stop a few tears from falling when he saw, to his delight that it was Lindsey and not his father.


“Oh, baby, did you miss me?” crooned Lindsey. He found himself enveloped by Spike, as the vampire clung to him.


Spike didn’t speak, but Lindsey could feel his head nodding in reply.


“I’ve missed you, too.”


Lindsey cupped Spike’s chin in his hand and brought it up so that he could kiss him. Spike kissed him hungrily, wanting to eradicate the feeling of his father’s hands on his body.


“F…fu…fuck me…p…pl…” His words failed him and he sobbed miserably.


“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here now.” Lindsey thought that he might have to have a word with Warren about just how clingy Spike was becoming. It wasn’t really a turn on.


Spike’s hands went to the button on Lindsey’s jeans. Lindsey chuckled as he felt himself harden. Okay, so he was wrong – it was still a turn on.


“On your hands and knees.” He decided that he didn’t want to look in to Spike’s needy face this time. He pulled off his jeans, releasing his erection from their confines.


Spike quickly took his sweatpants off and knelt on the bed. He couldn’t help but tremble as he thought of the pain he’d suffered at the hands of the boy’s father. He needed Lindsey’s gentle touch to dispel it. He winced as Lindsey touched the plug.


“Hey, I never left you like this,” said Lindsey.


“W…wanted…to…b…be…re…ready.” Spike managed.


“Oh, so you don’t want any foreplay? You eager little slut.” Lindsey smiled and pulled out the plug, quickly replacing it with his cock.


Spike buried his face in the pillow as pain seared through him when Lindsey thrust roughly in to his torn body. By the morning it would be healed, but now it felt raw. Lindsey couldn’t control himself; he took Spike hard. Not thinking of his partner, just of his own gratification. Just before he climaxed, he changed the angle and hit Spike’s prostate, knowing from the moans that Spike made that he had got his target. A few more thrusts and he came, hard. He let his body fall onto Spike’s, unknowingly mirroring what his father had done several hours before. Spike almost panicked as he was trapped beneath him but forced himself to remember that this was Lindsey and that he had wanted it.


Lindsey shoved himself off Spike and pulled out his softening cock. He was alarmed to see a few streaks of blood. He turned Spike over.


“Hey, I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He kissed Spike tenderly.


Spike shook his head, and just gazed up at him with eyes brimming with tears. Lindsey felt bad that he’d taken Spike so selfishly. He wrapped his fingers around Spike’s cock and started to pump his hand up and down. He wanted to see that lovely blissed out expression that Spike got when he climaxed.


Spike closed his eyes and relaxed in to Lindsey’s grip. Everything would be all right. Lindsey loved him and would look after him.

Tbc