The Birthday Present

A/N Don't worry vegeance shall be had - I'm thinking that the love for Lindsey will be even less after this chapter! Poor Spike !

Chapter Fifteen


Spike was sitting on the bed, knees drawn up to his chest, trembling. He had his hands over his ears, trying to block out the sounds of Lindsey and his father arguing. He rocked slowly backwards and forwards. They had argued a lot these past few days. It scared Spike. When Lindsey came up to the bedroom after one of the arguments, he always wanted sex and he was increasingly rough with it. Spike hated it when Lindsey took him without any kissing or caressing. It reminded Spike of his father, and that terrified him. Afterwards, Lindsey was always sorry for hurting him but Spike still felt betrayed by his behaviour.


Spike heard a door slam and the heavy tread of Lindsey’s feet on the stairs. He flinched as the bedroom door flew open. Lindsey glared at Spike when he saw him cower.


“For Christ’s sake, Spike! It’s me that he’s yelling at. I don’t know why you have to act like that.”


“S…s….sorry,” mumbled Spike, he uncurled his limbs and crawled along the bed, reaching out for Lindsey when he got close enough.


Lindsey looked in to Spike’s huge blue eyes and saw fear in them. Lindsey hated that. It made him afraid that he was like his father. He smiled at Spike, and ruffled his hair.


“Nothing to be sorry about, buddy. It’s my fault. Didn’t realise that the old bastard would take me moving out so hard.”


He ran his hand down Spike’s backbone; Spike arched in to his touch and made the little noise in his throat that Lindsey loved so much. It was almost a purr.


“Get undressed,” said Lindsey.


Spike took his clothes off as quickly as he could. He lay on the bed with his ass raised up, ready for Lindsey. He wished that he had more than the default plug in. It hurt when Lindsey took him without preparing him.


Lindsey ran a hand over Spike’s buttocks. Smiling as Spike wriggled under his touch. He leaned forwards and knelt on the bed behind Spike, trailing kisses up his back, from the cleft of his ass up to the nape of his neck. Spike sighed happily, turning in to a moan of desire as Lindsey fisted his cock.


“Do you like that?” whispered Lindsey in Spike’s ear, nibbling at the lobe and then kissing his neck.


To Spike’s embarrassment he came. The relief at not being used by Lindsey coupled with the stimulation to his member and the kissing of his neck was too much for him, he just couldn’t prevent it. A couple of tears fell. He had let Lindsey down. He sniffed miserably.


“Hey,” said Lindsey, laying next to him and taking Spike’s face in his hands. “What’s the matter? I thought that you’d like it.”


“T…t…too quick…s…sorry. Just w…was…so good.”


Lindsey kissed away his tears. “Shh, it doesn’t matter. I just love that I can get you so that you can’t help yourself. Doesn’t mean that I can’t do it all again in a few minutes.”


Spike glanced at him. “R…really?”


“Really.” Lindsey kissed him, his tongue seeking out the stud in Spike’s. Lindsey loved to play with it. “When you’re ready, I’ll do it all again.”


Spike grinned at him and hitched his groin towards Lindsey. “Ready n…now!”


Lindsey reached out and touched the moist tip of Spike’s cock, causing the beads in his piercing to tinkle quietly. “So I can see.” He moved down the bed so that he could reach and then dipped his head and engulfed Spike’s cock in his mouth. He didn’t do it very often, but he knew that it was the best present he could give his little lover.


Spike lost himself in his ecstasy. The feel of Lindsey’s warm tongue on him was incredible. He willed himself not to come too soon again, wanting it to last for as long as it could. When he finally came he almost passed out from the sheer intensity of it. To be given such love after feeling so afraid was overwhelming. He was still in a blissed out daze as Lindsey pushed his legs up to his chest and removed the plug in Spike’s ass. Lindsey played with his fingers for some time before entering him, ensuring that Spike was writhing on the bed as he stimulated his prostate and the sensor. He watched Spike’s face with almost clinical detachment. Spike was very easy to please. All that he wanted was to pleasure Lindsey and was so grateful when Lindsey took the time to make love to him, like he was now, that the effect would last for days.


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Two days later, Lindsey and Spike moved out of the McDonald family home and in to a plush apartment a couple of miles away. The difference that the move made to Spike caused Lindsey to feel really guilty about what he’d agreed to in order to secure the place. It took only a day for Spike to lose the overly nervous demeanour that had begun to bug Lindsey. After a week, Spike stuttered less and smiled more.


The door opened and Spike jumped up from the couch where he’d been sitting waiting for Lindsey.


“Honey, I’m home,” quipped Lindsey, as he walked in and through his bag down on the floor near the couch.


“Was school okay today?” asked Spike, greeting him with a kiss.


“Yeah, was fine. What about you? What have you been doing?”


“I tidied up,” said Spike, waving an arm to indicate the spotless room. “And I read some and watched some TV.”


“The place looks swell,” said Lindsey, dropping a kiss on Spike’s cheek. “Have you got anything else ready?”


Spike grinned and nodded. He took hold of Lindsey’s hand and led him to the bedroom. He slowly stripped off his clothes whilst Lindsey watched him, and then he undressed Lindsey, smothering his flesh with kisses as he exposed it. Lindsey was rock hard by the time the last item was removed. He allowed Spike to push him down on to the bed. He let Spike have the illusion of being in charge every now and then. Spike straddled Lindsey’s legs and then licked the underside of his cock from his balls to the moist tip. Spike put the stud in his tongue to expert use and was soon swallowing Lindsey’s spendings.


“Was that good, pet?” asked Spike, licking his lips.


“You know it was,” replied Lindsey, with a sigh.


Lindsey lay on the bed, unable to move. Spike lay next to him, putting his head on Lindsey’s chest; he loved to listen to his heart beat. Some time later, Lindsey stroked his hand down Spike’s spine, making him arch his back and moan softly. Spike just loved to be touched.


“On your back,” said Lindsey.


Spike rolled over, his eyes never leaving Lindsey’s as he removed the large plug that Spike had inserted earlier to make sure that he was ready. The utter trust in them, made Lindsey feel even guiltier about what he done.


“Turn over,” he said, gruffly.


Spike’s eyes clouded a little at the tone. He liked it when he could see Lindsey when he made love to him, but he moved until he was on his hands and knees. He bent his elbows so that his head was resting on the bed. Lindsey pushed in to Spike, both groaning at the sensation. To Spike’s relief, Lindsey worked on his cock as he thrust into his accommodating ass. Spike managed to hold off his own climax until Lindsey came with a final hard push and a yell. Both collapsed, grinning at each other, on to the bed.


Spike rubbed a strand of hair from Lindsey’s sweat soaked face. “I love you so much.”


“I love you, too,” replied Lindsey, but found that he couldn’t quite meet his eye.


Later that night, as he lay in bed with Spike snuggled up asleep next to him, Lindsey thought of the bargain that he’d finally struck with his father. The apartment was paid up for a year. The cost to Lindsey…the use of Spike for a weekend.


At the time, when his dad and he had been arguing about Lindsey’s decision to move out, Spike was being irritatingly clingy and whiny. His speech had deteriorated to such an extent that Lindsey had wished that he’d just stop trying. He knew it was because Spike was afraid of the strong emotions that he was surrounded with but it didn’t make it any less annoying.


Lindsey had found a small tatty apartment that he could just about afford with the allowance his father gave him, but when he’d told him, his dad had lost it. Raging that he wasn’t going to have a son of his living in such a dump. A couple of days later, he had shown Lindsey the details of the apartment that he now lived in. Lindsey hadn’t been able to help himself. It was an amazing place. His father had made his request for Spike sound so reasonable that, before he knew it, he had agreed.


The weekend that he wanted him was this one. Lindsey hadn’t told Spike that he had arranged to go out of town with some friends. He was going to use the drug on Spike that made him forget what had happened when it wore off. His father had promised to do the same. So it wouldn’t be bad would it? Two days of Spike’s life to live in this gorgeous pad. He glanced at the peacefully sleeping body of Spike. So why did he feel so bad?


Now Spike was relaxed, he slept like the dead, and so Lindsey had no trouble in slipping out of bed to make up the additives that he needed to give to Spike. He was giving him a strong sedative so that Spike wouldn’t be awake when Lindsey left in the morning, and also the drug that made him sexually aroused and very open to suggestion. That was the one that would mean that Spike would forget everything. So he wouldn’t even know that Lindsey had gone, providing his father topped it up twice per day.


Lindsey gently pulled the cap from the feeding tube, and squirted the solution in to it. Spike stirred slightly but, soon relaxed again and his sleep deepened.


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Lindsey got up early and was out of the apartment and well on his way for the weekend camping with his friends, by the time that his father arrived at the apartment. McDonald grinned as he saw the note attached to the box containing a supply of drugs. He screwed it up and put it in his pocket. He took the box out of the apartment and threw it in a large trash can at the back of the building. He had no intention of using them at all. He strolled to the elevator and walked back in to the apartment. He found Spike unconscious on the bed.


McDonald smiled nastily. “You’re mine for forty-eight hours. I can’t wait.”


He heard a tap on the door and went over to let his friend in. He’d brought with him the crate that Spike had been delivered in, and Joe was going to help him carry Spike down to the car and back to McDonald’s house.

The two men were sweating by the time they had shackled Spike in to the shut down position and pushed him inside the crate. It had been difficult with him being all floppy rather than holding himself rigid as he would have done if shut down. McDonald daren’t risk shutting him down, according to Warren, it could have catastrophic effects on the new upgrades.


They pushed the crate along the hallway, into the elevator and then managed to heave it in to the trunk of the car. They drove the couple of miles to the house in silence. Once home, the crate was taken out and Spike fastened securely into place so that once he awoke he’d be ready. McDonald and Joe went upstairs and had a beer whilst they were waiting for the others to arrive.


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Spike stirred in his sleep. He tried to stretch and woke in pure panic when he couldn’t move. He coughed and choked, gasping for air that he didn’t know he didn’t need. He tried to shake his head. Something was stuck down his throat, provoking his gag reflex. He thrashed uselessly in his restraints; he couldn’t move more than an inch or two. A blindfold added to his terror. He strained his ears but heard nothing. After struggling for about a half hour, he stopped trying and, panting hard, drool sliding down his chin, he resigned himself to waiting.


By the time that he heard footsteps approaching, his limbs ached from being held as they were and his jaw was sore from being held wide open. His throat felt raw. He tensed as he smelt a familiar odour. McDonald.


No. Please, no!


Rough hands pulled the blindfold off and Spike blinked against the bright light.


“Hello, Spike. Nice to see you.”


Spike tried not to but couldn’t stop himself from trembling. McDonald laughed and rubbed his hand over Spike’s hair.


“Comfortable?”


McDonald took a few paces back to admire his handiwork.


Spike was restrained in the centre of the room. He had a bar between his legs, forcing them apart, ankles fastened to cuffs bolted in the floor. His chin was resting on a platform that was wide enough to reach his ribcage. His arms were stretched painfully down the sides of it and were fastened to its legs with the rings in his hands. Spike tried to follow McDonald with his eyes but he soon lost sight of him as he walked behind. Spike yelled around the gag as McDonald took hold of his balls, causing him to choke.


“Better get this sorted out,” said McDonald as he expertly fisted Spike erect, before fastening a ring around his genitals.


A tear slid down Spike’s face as his body betrayed him. He tried to move away from McDonald’s hand when it sought the plug in Spike’s ass, but he was secured so firmly to the frame that all he could do was dip his knees a little.


“That’s no good,” muttered McDonald, walking away from Spike.


Spike heard the scrape of metal against metal and then McDonald’s footsteps as he returned. Spike could feel something being fastened around each leg.


“Try moving now,” growled McDonald as he tore the plug out of Spike’s hole.


Spike found that his legs were now held rigid. He couldn’t move at all.


“Some of the guys are big, so better get you ready.”


Another scream muffled by the gag, another choking fit. Spike’s ass felt like it was being ripped apart as McDonald shoved a huge plug in to him. He turned it on, it began to vibrate, stimulating both prostate and the sensor attached to it. Spike groaned. McDonald laughed and slapped Spike’s ass hard, and called upstairs.


“Hey, Joe, he’s ready! Come and try him out, before the others get here.”


Others? Oh, God. Spike began panting in earnest, having to breathe through his nose because of the gag reaching down his throat.


“You still do that then?” sneered McDonald. “Thought the upgrades might have got rid of that.”


Upgrades? What did he mean? Spike had an image of the doctor flash through his mind. Of the pain in his stomach. Of being tied to the table. His head began to hurt. He closed his eyes and when he opened them he was rewarded with the sight of Joe’s cock nudging tentatively towards his mouth. He tried to squirm backwards but a collar on his neck held him still.


“It’s alright, Joe. He won’t bite. That gag’s good and strong. It’s a shame that he had his fangs removed, nothing better than seeing your cock slide safely between those razor sharp teeth.”


“I’ll take your word for it,” replied Joe.


Joe was the only one invited tonight that didn’t own a vampire. This was his first time at one of the monthly boys’ nights in that the group of friends organised. McDonald was delighted to be the host. After Lindsey had the upgrades done, he thought that he’d never get the chance to play with the boys and the vampire that he’d paid a fortune for.


Fangs removed? A burst of pain shot through his mouth that had nothing to do with Joe’s prick finally jabbing in it. Another flash of the doctor. Spike closed his eyes rather than watch Joe’s hairy balls move backwards and forwards.


“Oh, yeah,” gasped Joe, fingers clutching at Spike’s hair.


“Feels nice, does it?” enquired McDonald. “That gag keeps his throat wide open. Does it work okay? Not too wide as to lose the feel of it?”


“Uh, feels, uh, good,” said Joe, looking at McDonald in astonishment.


This was without doubt the strangest thing that he’d ever done. But, sweet Jesus, it felt great. Four more jabs and Spike felt Joe’s slimy seed slither down his throat. Joe withdrew his cock and tucked himself back into his jeans.


“I might have to get one of these for myself.”


McDonald slapped him on his back. “What did I tell you? There’s no counting the fun you can have with one of these babies. Even the basic model could do what we’re doing tonight.”


Spike’s mind was reeling, McDonald was talking of him as if her were a commodity. His head flared with pain. A hand slapped him across his face hard enough to make his eyes water.


“Look at me,” growled McDonald.


Spike kept his eyes shut tight until another harder slap hit his face. Blinking back tears, he opened them.


“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Lindsey is stupid to let you live like you do. After this weekend, you’ll know your place once more.”


Spike lost the battle not to cry when he heard Lindsey’s name. He’d promised to keep him safe from his father. Where was he now? As if he’d read the vampire’s thoughts, McDonald spoke again.

“In case you’re wondering, Lindsey gave you to me for the weekend, in return for having his rent paid for a year.”


Spike tried to shake his head. No. Lindsey would never do that. He loves me. But even with the drug that permanently trickled into his system, Spike started to think that perhaps he didn’t like Lindsey anymore. He loved him, he knew that, but he saw that he was like his father and it frightened him.

McDonald wrapped a thin chain around Spike’s waist and using a small clip, he fastened the ring in Spike’s penis to it. He smiled as he saw how much it pulled on the tip of Spike’s cock, and felt a shudder go through Spike’s body. McDonald slapped his ass and chuckled.


“Now you’ll soon be doing what you were made to do.”


McDonald and Joe then went back upstairs. It wouldn’t be long before the other guests arrived.


Tbc