The Birthday Present

Chapter Sixteen

Spike was terrified. His limbs ached from being in their enforced positions. He couldn’t move more than an inch or so in any way. The callipers that McDonald had strapped to his legs were fastened painfully tight. His sensitised skin felt on fire. He had intermittent bouts of choking on the gag rammed down his throat. His head hurt so much that he wished that he could pass out, but the oblivion he sought wasn’t forthcoming. Instead, he remained alert, acutely aware of every time the door opened and he heard McDonald greeting a visitor. He trembled uncontrollably, moaning softly in his throat, the ring on his penis pulled cruelly tight with each movement. His over stimulated genitals had gone beyond painful. Spike’s thoughts were on Lindsey. How could he let this happen? His stomach tied itself in knots, he loved him so much. He didn’t know what else to do, but he couldn’t forgive Lindsey passing him on to his father. He had no reason to doubt McDonald’s word.


The door to the basement opened, and Spike heard the tread of many pairs of feet tramp down the wooden steps. He closed his eyes tightly as the men came in to view. A vicious punch shook his face.


“What have I told you about not looking at me?” snarled McDonald.


He pulled on the chain around Spike’s waist. Spike screamed around the gag as the penis ring pulled enough to make it tear a little. Panting as much as he could, he opened his blue, tear stained eyes.


“My son went and made this one think that it was human,” McDonald explained to his gathered friends. “Time we let it realise what it truly is. Gentlemen, enjoy!” He
waved his hands expansively.


Spike heard an assortment of clothing being removed, along with the hiss of bottles of beer being opened. The huge plug was ripped unceremoniously from his stretched hole and replaced with a slicked penis of roughly the same girth. Spike grunted as the man thrust savagely in to him, before his head was gripped tightly and an equally huge cock was rammed down his throat.


This went on for hours. Occasionally, the gag was narrowed or widened to afford the person using his mouth, the best sensations. Spike could feel blood trickling down his legs from his abused arse and down his chin as his lips were split. Every now and then, someone would ‘play’ with his cock, the pain made him feel faint, but still, the darkness he longed for wouldn’t come. His mind played McDonald’s words over and over in a loop. What had he meant ‘think that he was human’? How can I not be human? His head was filled with such pain that he was semi conscious by the time the men had finished taking their pleasure of him.


“You guys, go on up. There’s snacks laid out in the kitchen,” said McDonald. “I’ll just sort things out down here.”


His guests slowly filed out, murmuring about what a good night they’d had so far. McDonald walked towards Spike. He gripped Spike’s face, squeezing his fingers into his cheeks.


“Still with us, Spike?” he growled.


Spike slowly opened his eyes and stared up at his tormentor, closing them again as McDonald laughed.


“Oh, you were a triumph tonight, Spike. You should be proud. Tomorrow will be fun.” He laughed again as Spike began to choke on the gag. “I’ll take this out for a while.”


He roughly unfastened the gag and pulled the long tube out of Spike’s throat. It was tinged with blood because despite being made of soft rubber, it had still abraded him. Spike tried to lick his lips but his tongue was swollen and unresponsive. He tried to speak, but he just ended up mumbling unintelligibly, causing McDonald to laugh even louder. Spike found his voice as the huge plug was rammed in to his ass with no warning. His scream sounded hoarse and not like his own voice at all.


McDonald untied Spike’s hands from where they had been secured at the foot of the bench. Spike was too exhausted to move. He didn’t stir as the collar was unfastened. McDonald prodded him in the ribs.


“Stand up.”


Spike groaned as he pushed himself upright with his hands until he was standing wobbling, and still leaning on the bench for support. His legs were held straight and apart by the apparatus that he’d been fitted with. As he stood upright, the chain pulled even tighter on the ring in his cock. He licked his bruised lips.


“W…w…why?” he managed to croak, barely louder than a whisper.


“Because this is what I bought you for,” replied McDonald. He clipped a leash on Spike’s cock ring. “I’m going to untie your legs. If you move before I ask you to, I shall pull very, very hard on this. Understand?” He tugged gently on the leash.


Spike screamed and then leant forwards and gasped for air.


“Understand?” repeated McDonald.


Spike nodded. “Y…yes.”


He stood as still as he could whilst the shackles were undone. Still holding the leash on his penis, McDonald ordered Spike to walk to the far wall of the basement. Spike took one step and then collapsed as his legs cramped. McDonald glared down at him.


“Crawl, then.”


Spike painfully made his way on his hands and knees to the spot McDonald wanted him to go to. Once there, he was ordered to sit with his back against the wall. Spike leant against it gratefully. McDonald grabbed Spike’s left wrist and quickly fastened his hand to a point on the wall level with Spike’s head, using the ring in his hand. To Spike’s horror McDonald fastened the leash on his cock to the wall too.


“That’ll keep you still,” sneered McDonald.


Spike’s right hand was clipped to the cock ring.


“Feel free to play with it. Shame that you can’t come, eh?”


He reached down and tightened the binding on Spike’s genitals a little more. Spike’s vision swam and his began to feel as if he were underwater – oblivion was on its way.


“Oh, no you don’t.” McDonald said as he viciously kicked Spike in the stomach, his booted foot only just missing Spike’s member.


Spike fell forward as far as his shackles would allow. Pain seared through his abdomen. He was sure that he felt something rupture. Perhaps he would die? He found that he really didn’t care. McDonald began to walk away and then paused. He took something down from a shelf before turning and throwing it at Spike. It hit him on his leg and settled just beside his right knee.


“You wanted to know why? That’s what you are. I bought you.”


Spike blinked several times before he could get his eyes to focus. He jumped as he heard the basement door slam behind McDonald. His eyes settled on the book that McDonald had thrown at him.


OWNERS GUIDE TO REMOTE CONTROL VAMPIRES


What does that mean?


He shifted slightly and groaned as pain coursed through his abdomen.


Yeah, the bastard’s done something to me. Oh, Christ.


Spike rested his head against the wall and finally the darkness found him.


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Spike dreamed. He was standing, watching that blonde girl fight again. A different man this time. She was amazing to watch. Totally in control. The man didn’t stand a chance. Spike wondered why she kept fighting these men. He woke with a start as the blonde stabbed a wooden stake into the body of the man and he exploded in to dust.


Spike yelped as his sudden movements pulled on his restraints.


What the hell was that? He felt that he should know something. He scowled as he tried desperately to remember it. The pain in his head intensified and he lost consciousness once more.


He was running through a cemetery. Running as fast as he could. Running for his life. For some reason this struck him as funny, a burst of hysterical laugher escaped before he could stem it. The laughter turned in to a cry of pain as something hit him in the back. His body stopped doing what he wanted it to; he collapsed twitching, face-down on to the ground. A foot rolled him over.


“Something funny, vampire?”


Vampire? Me?


The scene jumped. This time he was watching as a man in a white coat worked on a man on a table. He was wiping a solution on to the patient’s stomach. The patient was trembling violently.


“You’re a nervy little devil aren’t you?” said the man before he picked up a surgical scalpel. “This will hurt a little.”


Spike woke with a scream caught in his throat. He glanced wildly around the basement.


“It was me,” he whispered.


He squeezed his eyes shut as he was bombarded with images. Being flogged. Being robbed of his voice. Being dipped in to some weird liquid that hurt like hell. Then Lindsey…holding a controller laughing as Spike walked erratically around the house.


The tears fell rapidly and he was unable to stop. He thought of the dreams that he’d had when he had felt powerful. Spike realised now that they weren’t dreams but memories. He sobbed at losing that power, that freedom. He was broken and he knew it. His head was still full of wanting to be with Lindsey, but he didn’t want to be with him! He was going crazy. His mind was telling him things that he couldn’t take in, couldn’t process at all.


When he finally managed to stop the tears, he glanced fearfully at the door. How long would it be before McDonald was back to ‘play’ again? He needed to get away from here. There was only one way that he was going to get free. He bit down on the inside of his mouth to keep from screaming as he pulled his left hand from the wall, with as much strength as he could summon. The pain as the ring ripped through the meat of his hand was immense. He tasted blood in his mouth from where he’d bitten the inside of it. His vision began to fade, but this time, he didn’t welcome the darkness. He had to get out. He forced back the faintness and with his left hand shaking badly, he managed to release the leash from the wall but he couldn’t bear to touch his right hand and cock.


He struggled to his feet. He needed to get out of the house and fast. He had no idea of what time it was. McDonald could be standing behind the door for all he knew. Spike swallowed hard and walked painfully to the stairs. He almost screamed as he tripped, his right hand pulling on his penis ring. He had to lean against the wall for a moment, waiting for the pain to pass. Slowly, he mounted the stairs. Spike reached out with his left hand for the door handle, blood was slowly dripping from it. For a moment, he watched mesmerised as it dropped to the floor, and then he gathered his wits, shook his head a couple of times and gripped the handle as firmly as he could. His thumb and first finger were agony and he could hardly bear to move them, but he managed to push the handle down and pull the door open.


Spike stepped out of the doorway and froze. He could hear voices coming from the lounge room. He began to shake – if they saw him now…?


Come on, Spike. Keep it together.


He closed the door as quietly as he could as he crept out of the house. It wasn’t until the night air hit him that he remembered that he was naked. He was out but had no idea of what to do next. He glanced fearfully down at his right hand, clipped as it was to his painfully engorged penis. He needed it to be free, but when he tried to open the clip with his left hand, the pain brought him to his knees, sobbing. He couldn’t use his hand with enough dexterity to be able to do it.


“Look, if you ever need another place to stay. Come here, okay. Promise me.”


He remembered Oz’s words. Without thinking about it any further, he got to his feet and began to half run, half walk to Oz’s apartment. He shuffled along as smoothly as he could to prevent any jarring of his genitals. He was relieved that there was no one else on the streets as he went along. The closer that he got to Oz’s, the closer to panicking that he got. What if Oz didn’t want to help him now that he was a vampire? Or rather now that Spike knew that he really was a vampire. But he had no where else to go. He needed help and Oz was the best chance of it that he had. He decided that he wouldn’t tell him until he was stronger.


Spike heard the roar of a car and hid in the shadow of some shrubs until it went by. He nearly cried out with fear when he saw the driver. It was McDonald. He felt sick. He’d been missed already – this couldn’t be good. He was almost at Oz’s; would he make the last few yards without being discovered? He tried to walk out of his hiding place but his legs refused to listen. He sank to his knees; he was almost at the end of his strength. He closed his eyes and was seconds from unconsciousness when he realised the danger. He gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet, using his damaged hand to help pull himself upright. Pain flared once more in his abdomen, he glanced at his stomach and could see blood welling from one of the tubes near his navel.


Oh, Christ. What have they done to me?


Panting with a combination of fear and pain, Spike staggered across the street towards Oz’s building.


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McDonald was fuming. He’d gone to check on the vampire and to insert another gag in its mouth for the night and found that it had escaped. He remembered Lilah Morgan’s words that those hand piercings were as secure as cuffs. If he’d cuffed the bastard it would still be there and not outside somewhere. He banged the steering wheel in frustration. The thing could be anywhere. He toyed with the remote control unit. He daren’t shut down the vampire completely – Warren had been clear that it would damage it since the upgrades had been done. Should he go for a partial one? He had intended to send Spike back to have the upgrades removed. It was ridiculous for his son to have the critter living as a human. Much better to get it back to how it was before. As far as he was concerned, as long as its mouth and ass worked he didn’t care what it was like. Stood on display in a corner would be better. Yes, the time had come to put his foot down with Lindsey. If he found the freaking thing of course. He’d inform the police if he didn’t find him within the next hour, and The Initiative. He cursed again as he thought of all the hassle he faced if he didn’t find the vampire.


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Spike wept with relief as he saw Oz’s building. He leant heavily against the wall as he pressed his index finger on the buzzer beneath Oz’s name.


Please be in. Please be in.


He kept glancing fearfully over his shoulder, expecting to see McDonald striding up to get him. After what seemed like an age, Oz responded to the bell.


“Yeah? Who is it?” he said blearily.


“Spike. I n…need h…help.” His voice was a croaky whisper.


Oz had hardly heard him. “Spike? Is that you?”


“Y…yeah. Please…”


He heard the door buzz and he fell against it, pushing it open. He half walked, half crawled up the flight of stairs to the apartment.


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McDonald was despairing of finding his property. He picked up the remote controller from where he’d dropped it on the passenger seat. If the vampire was within range, at least it would stop his escape. May as well try it before he reported it missing.


He pushed the button for the partial shut-down.


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Oz was waiting on the landing. He gasped as he saw Spike. His eyes drawn to the inflamed penis tied to a chain about his waist. Oz thought that Spike was trying to cover his nakedness with his right hand. Spike was pulling himself up with the hand rail. His left hand leaving bloody smears along its surface.


“Fucking hell, Spike! What’s happened?”


Oz put his arm around Spike to support him.


“Help me…p…please?”


Before Oz could reply, Spike screamed, putting his left hand to his head and fell, unconscious in to Oz’s arms. Oz struggled to keep the two of them upright, but managed to and dragged the limp body of Spike in to his apartment and settled him on the bed. As he tried to get Spike in to a comfortable position, he saw that both Spike’s penis and right hand were attached to the chain around his waist.

“Oh, my God.”


Oz gently removed the cock ring binding Spike’s genitals and then quickly took off the waist chain to prevent it pulling more on his member as the erection melted away. Before Oz could turn his attention to freeing Spike’s right hand, a wave of nausea hit him and he raced to the bathroom, only just getting to the toilet in time before throwing up violently. He gripped the seat as the last retches racked his body. He stood up and rinsed his mouth out, splashing cold water on his face. He glanced back towards the bedroom.


Poor Spike. What the hell has happened to him? Not Lindsey? It couldn’t have been my friend, could it?


He sighed and took out a first aid kit from the cabinet in the bathroom before returning to where the limp body of Spike was.


Tbc