The Birthday Present

Thanks for the reviews - hate not being able to respond! so here I am!
Ryoko21 - Yes, Spike is very much lost right now - he has no sense of self at all thanks to Lindsey's actions in sending him to Warren - Angel is already part of the programme (Warren commented on working on him in LA) Glad that you like what's happened so far - don't worry, change is a foot - just will take a while! Keep on letting me know :)

Alwaysand - Thanks for giving it a go - I know what you mean about Spike/Lindsey but when I had the idea for the fic Lindsey was the one that seemed right for the part. You're right about L being totally screwed up! and his dad...nuff said *shudders*!


Here's the chapter! It's pretty gruesome! Be warned!


Chapter Eleven

“Oh for God’s sake, Spike!” snapped Lindsey impatiently, as Spike asked him for about the tenth time in ten minutes, if he could go with him to college.


Spike shrank at his harsh words. “Pl…please? Be g…good. Pr…promise.”


Lindsey sighed and stroked Spike’s hair; the vampire was on his knees in front of him. To shut him up, he’d let him deep throat him, and now he was running late.


“Spike, you can’t come to class. Firstly, it’s not allowed. Secondly, you’d be bored rigid. You’ll be happier here, I promise you.”


Spike pouted.


“Aw, man. Don’t do this to me!” Lindsey knelt down and kissed Spike. “You just can’t come, but I know what I can do for you. Sit on the bed.”


Spike got up quickly and sat as directed. He wondered what Lindsey was going to do. Lindsey selected a sachet of additives from Spike’s box of feed stuffs. Once it was reconstituted, he asked Spike to lift his t-shirt so that he could access the feeding tube near his navel.


“Lindsey,” said Spike.


“What?” Lindsey took the cap off and squirted the contents of the pack down the tube.


“Will I b…be able to eat l…like you s…soon?” He didn’t like that he was fed in to his stomach. It never made the hunger go away completely and made him feel different. Lindsey’s friends had looked at him strangely when he couldn’t eat and drink with them.


“I’m not sure, Spike,” lied Lindsey. “Maybe when you have another check up then the doctor will say that you can?”


“Oh, okay.” Spike wasn’t in a hurry to go back to see the doctor. He didn’t like him. He smiled at Lindsey and yawned. “Feel tired.”


Lindsey kissed the top of Spike’s head after he’d reattached the cap on the feeding tube. “So why don’t you lie down and have a rest?” He’d given him a powerful sedative, hoping that it would ease the little guy’s nerves at being left behind.


Spike flopped back on the bed and then wriggled up it until his head was on the pillow. “Tired,” he repeated as his eyes closed.


“Thank God for that,” said Lindsey. He grabbed his bag and rushed out of the door and to the day’s classes.


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Spike dreamed. He dreamed of being free. It puzzled him because he already was; wasn’t he? He felt powerful. Strong. Brave. No one would ever fuck with him. He was in control. It was intoxicating.


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McDonald walked in to the bedroom. His wife was out on another errand. He’d given her his platinum charge card and told her to treat herself. She’d be gone for hours. He smiled as he saw Spike lying on the bed.


“Hmm, all ready for me eh?” He strode over to the bed. “Wake up. Time to play.”


Spike didn’t stir. He shook him. Still nothing. McDonald scowled. No fun if he wasn’t awake. He realised that Lindsey must have drugged him. He’d been complaining at breakfast at how upset Spike was at being left behind. Spike was wearing only his jeans. McDonald saw the nipple ring and had an idea. He walked briskly out of the room, leaving Spike blissfully unaware of his visit.


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Spike was striding along a street in his dream, a hand grabbed his arm. He shook it off. “Get off me, tosser.” He turned and the owner of the hand shrank away. Spike grinned and carried on his way.


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McDonald looked up the number for Warren Mears. He called him, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited to be connected.


“Hello?”


“Hello, Warren.”


“Mr. McDonald. How are you?” said Warren politely. “What can I do for you?”


“It’s about Spike.”


“Not had any problems with him have you?” asked Warren a little nervously.


“You mean with the non-standard upgrades that you fitted? The ones that mean his guarantee is invalid?”


Warren swallowed. “Um…yeah.”


“Do you know just how much I paid for him?”


“Um…yeah,” repeated Warren. Shit, was Mr. McDonald going to cause trouble? “So is there a problem?”


“I saw that his nipple was pierced. I wondered if you could recommend someone to do further piercings, but it must be done immediately as I have him sedated.”


“Wow, who’d have thought old Mr. Mc had a piercing kink?” “Sure, hang on a second. I’ll get you a number. Mention me and she’ll come right away.”


“She?”


“Yeah, best in the area. Discreet and very inventive.”


“Sounds perfect. How long do they take to heal?”


“Only overnight and they don’t compromise the silicon so he’ll still be sunlight proof.”


“Thank you, Warren.”


“No problem. Happy to help.”


Warren sighed with relief as he hung up. For a moment there he thought the old bastard was going to report him. He cursed Lindsey under his breath.


“Wouldn’t have done the work if I had known that Lindsey was sharing him.”


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Mc Donald went back to the bedroom where Spike was sleeping. Lilah Morgan would be here in twenty minutes. He needed to prepare Spike. Another good shake confirmed that the vampire was still heavily sedated, but since he wasn’t sure how long it would last he thought that he’d better restrain him, just in case.


He walked over to the accessories box and selected a pair of hand-cuffs and some other shackles. He put them down on the bed as he stripped Spike of his jeans. The vampire was half-hard, and he caressed his penis for a moment before returning to his task. He rolled Spike over on to his stomach and cuffed his hands behind his back, before positioning him on his side. He shackled Spike’s ankles together and then used a short length of chain to join wrists to ankles, arching his body backwards.


He heard the door bell and slapped Spike on his bare buttocks before going down to let Lilah in.


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In his dream, Spike was shackled. He glared at his captors and struggled in his restraints. With a grunt he broke them and was free. He threw one of the men responsible against the wall with an ease that surprised even his dream-self. He growled and the others ran away, almost falling over themselves in their haste. He stalked after them, laughing.

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“Ms. Morgan, I presume?” said McDonald as he opened the door.


He wasn’t sure what he expected a professional body piercing expert to look like, but it sure wasn’t Lilah Morgan. She was tall, beautiful, and looked more like a lawyer. She was wearing a sharp business suit and carrying a briefcase.


She stretched out her hand. “Call me Lilah.”


He shook her hand and gestured for her to come in.


“So where is the lucky vampire?” she asked with a smile.


“Upstairs. I’ll show you up.”


McDonald led her to where Spike was secured on the bed. He was obviously still under the effects of the sedation. McDonald was a little disappointed to see that. Lilah placed her case on the bed and opened it.


“Do you want to select the items yourself?” she asked.


“No, I’ll leave that to your discretion. I want his penis pierced, his other nipple and maybe his brow?”


“May I suggest piercing his ears rather than the brow? He is so pretty, a brow piercing will spoil that; people will see the jewellery and not the face.”


McDonald nodded. “Yes, that is a good idea.”


“Is the penis piercing simply for show or to heighten your pleasure when he enters you –”


“He never enters me,” snapped McDonald.


Lilah didn’t miss a beat. “So display purposes then.”


She searched through her case, selecting the items that she wanted to use. She reached for Spike’s penis.


“Do that last,” ordered McDonald.


She put the ring that she’d selected back down and instead selected two diamond studs. She wiped each lobe with a sterile swab and neatly pierced them.


“They look very attractive,” she said.


“Hmm.”


Next she selected a ring that matched the one she’d provided Warren with and soon both Spike’s nipples were alike. The newly pierced nipple swelled a little. McDonald felt a stirring in his loins. That looked sore.


“Is he used orally?”


“Yes.” McDonald was pleased that she was so matter of fact about it all.


“May I suggest a tongue stud?”


McDonald smiled. “That sounds swell.”


Lilah took out a small gag and inserted it to ensure that Spike couldn’t close his mouth if he came around. She selected a round gold stud and pulled Spike’s tongue out before inserting the stud. She swabbed away the blood and then removed the gag and allowed his mouth to close. Spike moaned softly and moved his tongue.


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Spike caught up with the people who had tried to hold him prisoner. He lunged at one; he caught him by the neck and bit him on the side of it. He moaned as his tongue suddenly flared with pain. He pulled back and punched the man instead and then turned to the last one.

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Lilah made her selection for the ring to be used on Spike’s penis. It was a thick gold hoop with three coloured beads on it. She inserted it with skill. The ring went through the top side and out through the slit. McDonald smiled as the cock softened in her hand; it had remained half hard until then.


Lilah held up a thin twisted gold chain. “May I suggest this? You can hold the penis erect by fastening the ring to this chain and putting it around the vampire’s waist. It’s even more attractive if you use it with a strap around his genitalia. It will keep him beautifully erect for hours, ideal for parties.”


“Looks delightful, but unfortunately he has the use of his fingers, so I’m thinking that he would take it off as soon as he could.”


It was Lilah’s turn to smile. “Not if you use these.”


McDonald looked at her curiously as she showed him a pair of gold hoops. “I don’t understand?”


“None of the rings that I use can be opened once in place, so you don’t need to worry about the vampire removing them. But obviously the way the penis ring attaches to the chain is easy to open. If I use these on his hands you will be able to prevent him from reaching the clasp. They’re very handy for any occasion that you need restraints on his hands. Much more aesthetically pleasing than handcuffs.”


“How can they restrain as well as the handcuffs?”


Lilah moved Spike’s hand so that she could show McDonald where the rings would be inserted. “They go through the meaty part of the hand between the thumb and index finger. A small clip is used to join the two together when required, effectively clasping the hands tightly together. It means that the vampire cannot move its fingers or thumbs in any useful way, and certainly can’t unfasten the waist chain attached to the penis.”


“What’s stopping them from just ripping through the flesh if they pull at them?” asked McDonald.


“Pain,” smiled Lilah. “The silicon coating increases the vampire’s sensitivity to pain. I’ve never had one tear a piercing out by choice.”


“Do it.”


Lilah nodded and swiftly put the rings through each of Spike’s hands. She couldn’t believe the amount of work that she was being allowed to do. She’d never done so much in one visit.


“Clip them together behind his back, and put the chain on.” McDonald handed Lilah the key to the handcuffs.


She unfastened the cuffs and then clipped the two rings in Spike’s hands together. It gave the appearance that Spike was simply holding one hand in the other. McDonald had to agree it did look much nicer than the cuffs.


“It will be very painful for him to have an erection today. I’d normally recommend waiting twenty-four hours.”


“Just do it. He’s tough.” “Well, he was before Lindsey messed with him. Stupid boy.”


Lilah didn’t hesitate. She expertly fisted Spike’s cock erect and then bound his cock and balls. A little gold trigger clip was used to join the penis ring to the chain, pulling Spike’s erection flat against his stomach. McDonald’s eyes narrowed when he saw the strain on the ring at the head of Spike’s cock.


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Spike faced the final man in his dream, but before he could move, he was kicked viciously in the balls. He dropped like a stone, gasping. The man wrapped a chain around his neck and dragged him back to the room that he’d just escaped from.


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McDonald removed the shackles from Spike and left him lying on his side. He couldn’t resist stroking Spike’s cock. God, it looked sore. He smiled at Lilah’s handiwork. Warren was right. She was good. He paid her and showed her to her car.


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Spike’s eyes flew open, still gasping from the effects of his dream. He rolled over and then screamed as his bodyweight squashed his cock to the mattress.


But it was a dream!


He closed his eyes again and counted to ten before opening them. He still hurt. He tried to put a hand out to push himself up but couldn’t move them from behind his back. He yelped with pain as he tried to.


“What?” As he spoke his tongue felt swollen and sore.


What had happened to him? He shifted his body and cried out again as the chain tugged on his penis. He began to pant when he saw what had been done. He noticed the new nipple ring and from the throbbing in his ears, guessed that they were now similarly adorned. Had Lindsey taken him to the doctor’s while he was asleep? He tried to control his breathing as each breath caused the chain to move.


He thought of the dream that he’d had of being powerful, brave. Then he was hurt and captive again. Spike cried, bitter tears ran in streams down his face. Why would Lindsey make him hurt if he loved him? He loved Lindsey so much, but it seemed that his whole body was hurting. The pain in his head was worse than it had ever been; he wondered if he should tell Lindsey about it? But then, would he care? He let him be hurt so badly today. He longed for him to come back and make everything all right again. He just didn’t understand anything.


McDonald walked in to the room.


Spike corrected himself. He understood one thing: he was terrified of Lindsey’s father.


“Ah, you’re awake at last.”


McDonald approached the bed. Spike tried to shuffle backwards but was stopped short at the pain in is cock, he couldn’t stop himself from trembling and his shudders pulled on the piercing. McDonald gripped his swollen penis. Spike howled. McDonald laughed.


“Pl…please d…don’t.”


“You don’t know what I’m going to do yet. Lindsey told me that you got the nipple ring to thank him for looking after you. It didn’t seem a very good present for all that he’s done for you, so I thought you should thank him properly. Do you like them?”


Spike shook his head. “No.” He said it strongly. Like his dream-self. Another squeeze reduced him to whimpering.


“Stand up.”


Spike hesitated. Again the grip on his cock tightened.


“Get up before I pull you up.”


Spike sobbed and shuffled along the bed until his feet touched the floor, when McDonald released him. He swayed as he stood up. The residue of the sedative made him feel nauseous, and the pain threatened to make him faint.


“She was right. It does look very attractive.”


“Pl…please t…take it…o…off. Hurts s…so much.”


McDonald smirked. “I don’t think so. Don’t worry, Lindsey will love it.”


Even the mention of Lindsey didn’t distract Spike from his pain.


“On your knees.” McDonald roughly pushed him down. The jolt making Spike groan. McDonald selected the gag which held Spike’s mouth open for fellatio. “Let’s see how good you are with that stud in you tongue.” He unzipped his flies and freed his huge cock from his trousers. He grabbed the back of Spike’s head and held him firm as he thrust in his mouth. Spike moaned. The stud felt horrible and he couldn’t use his tongue as well as he normally did. When it caught in the slit of McDonald’s cock his tormentor sighed with pleasure and thrust even harder in to Spike’s mouth. Spike tried to pull back but was held too firmly.


When finally McDonald came, his salty spendings stung and made Spikes eyes water. He grabbed Spike’s hair.


“On your feet.”


Spike struggled to do as he was told, earning a pinch on the freshly pierced nipple.


“Stand against the wall.” He unclipped Spike’s hands, and removed the gag. “Bend a little and brace yourself with your hands.”


Spike glanced at McDonald over his shoulder.


“Pl…please don’t. No.” He put his hands against the wall, wincing as the rings in his hands pressed against it.


McDonald ignored him, and Spike tensed as the plug was removed and a finger breached his hole.


“Stand still. Trust me – you don’t want me to slam you against that wall.”


Spike quailed at the thought of his swollen genitals hitting the wall. He braced himself and leaned back in to the touch. Ten minutes later and McDonald had grunted himself to a climax. He withdrew from Spike and slapped his ass, laughed as Spike groaned as the chain pulled on his penis. McDonald brought Spike’s hands behind his back and rejoined the rings. He looked at his watch.


“Better get yourself comfortable, Lindsey will be home in four hours.”


He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Spike hunched over to try to relieve the pressure on his cock. Spike shuffled to the bed and managed to lie down on his side which was the most comfortable position that he could find.


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Lindsey rushed in to the house and threw his bag on the couch, before heading for the stairs.


“Lindsey?”


Lindsey stopped and turned to face his father.


“I feel that we over reacted at little at what you had done to Spike, so I’ve got you a present in your room.”


“Aw, Dad, no need to have done that. I should have asked you first.”


McDonald smiled at him. “That’s okay, son. Go up and take a look, but make sure you call Spike and tell him to stand facing the door.”


Lindsey frowned. “Why?”


“Just do it. Spike knows why.” McDonald smiled at his son.


“Oh, okay. Thanks,” replied Lindsey.


He turned and ran up the stairs two at a time. He paused outside of his bedroom door.


“Spike, it’s me. Stand up and face the door for me, okay? Tell me when you’re ready.”


Spike stared at the door for a moment before painfully shuffling off the bed and standing as directed.


“R…r…ready.”


He kept his eyes downcast as he heard the door open. He didn’t know why Lindsey would let this happen to him. He’d thought all afternoon about it in between crying because of the pain.


Lindsey walked in to the room and stood still with shock. There, in front of him was his vampire, his lover, adorned with all manner of jewellery. Christ, he looks fucking gorgeous. Lindsey’s cock began to rise. The diamonds glinted in Spike’s ears and the chain around his waist, holding his cock tight against his belly, looked so hot. Then Spike raised his eyes to meet Lindsey’s and Lindsey suddenly felt terrible for standing there admiring him. Spike looked at him with such despair. Lindsey noticed that Spike was holding himself bent slightly forwards, and a closer look made Lindsey realised why. The chain would pull even tighter on the ring in his penis if he stood up straight. Shit, that looks painful. He walked slowly to Spike, noticing the tears running down his cheeks.


“W…w…why?” said Spike almost inaudibly. “Wh…why hurt m…me?”


“Oh, God, Spike. This wasn’t my idea,” said Lindsey quickly, feeling ashamed that he’d got hard looking at Spike’s manipulated body. “I didn’t ask for this.”


Spike’s expression cleared a little. He hadn’t been wrong. Lindsey did love him.


“Ta...take…them…off…pl…please?” he begged.


“Um…I think I can get rid of this chain,” replied Lindsey.


He peered at Spike’s cock and spotted the link holding it to the chain. Spike moaned as Lindsey held his erection so that he could unclip it.


“Sorry, buddy,” Lindsey winced in sympathy.


He then released the strap around Spike’s cock and balls. Spike’s cock softened as soon as it was free. He sighed with relief. Lindsey kissed him on his mouth. Spike kissed him back desperate for comfort and Lindsey was the only thing that he knew would make things better.


“Oh, wow,” said Lindsey as they parted lips. “That’s going to be fun.”


Spike knew that he meant the tongue stud, so it looked like Lindsey wasn’t going to take that out for him.


“Don’t I get a hug?” asked Lindsey, pulling on Spike’s arms. He was still holding them behind his back.


“Don’t!” gasped Spike.


“What’s going on?” Lindsey walked behind Spike. At first he thought that Spike was just clasping his hands and then he saw the rings. “What the fuck?” A closer inspection meant that he saw the link holding them together. He undid it, steeling himself against Spike’s whimpering.


He walked back in front of Spike and gently kissed each hand in turn. “Oh, baby. I think dad got a bit carried away.”


“H…he said pr…present f…for you. Th…thought you’d…wanted…” He broke down and clung to Lindsey.


Lindsey soothed Spike as best he could. “No, I didn’t ask for it.”


“B…but you m…made me sl…sleep.”


Lindsey cupped Spike’s face in his hands. “I only wanted to make it so you weren’t worried about being alone. I promise you that I didn’t ask for it.” He leaned in and very gently kissed each of Spike’s ears in turn. “But they do make you look beautiful.”


Spike smiled for the first time since he had woken up. “C…can they…be…t…taken away?”


Although Lindsey felt sorry for what Spike had been through, the piercings turned him on. “Um…we’ll see what they’re like tomorrow. I think they are too sore to be pulled out today, don’t you?”

Spike cringed at the thought of his cock being touched let alone pulled about, so he nodded quickly.


Lindsey ran his hand over Spike’s ass and in to his crack. He was surprised to feel that the plug was missing.


“Did you take this out? You know that you need it in all the time.”


“No,” whispered Spike. He dropped his head and trembled a little.


“Spike? What is it?”


Spike shook his head. He couldn’t tell him. McDonald had told him that he’d be sent away if he did. He didn’t want to be separated from Lindsey. He backed up.


“Come on, Spike, you can tell me.”


Spike backed further away, still shaking his head. Lindsey gripped his arm hard enough to hurt. “What’s going on?” Then Lindsey’s eyes widened as realisation dawned.


“Has it got to do with why you wanted to come with me today?” he asked gently.


Spike hesitated and then nodded eyes still downcast.


“Is it to do with my dad?”


Spike’s head flew up and when his eyes met Lindsey’s, Lindsey didn’t need him to answer to know the truth. The bastard.


“Spike, come here. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t know that he’d be like that to you. I thought that you’d be safe. I won’t let him hurt you again.”


Spike went slowly to Lindsey and let him hug him. He tried not to pull back when his piercings pressed against him but he couldn’t help it.


“Oh, God, sorry.” Lindsey didn’t know what to do to comfort Spike. He gently inserted the narrowest plug.


In the end he lay on the bed and spooned Spike’s lean body against his. Spike’s back to his stomach. It was the only way that didn’t press on his sore spots. Lindsey nuzzled Spike’s neck in the way that he knew that he loved best. After a few minutes Spike relaxed against him, finally feeling safe once more.

Tbc