Corporate Bitch

Angel squirmed uncomfortably while he listened to the meeting. It had been hours, but his ass still ached from the beating Spike had given it. He wanted to cry desperately, but couldn't, although something else was certainly squirting out. Whenever he would allow himself to think about it, his cock would leak alittle cum. It was becoming a bitch. He hadn't enjoyed it. Everything had stopped in his life, and he felt like he was frozen. He would close his eyes but everytime he did, he just saw it over again, it was a nightmare but the cum wouldn't stop, for lack of a better word, coming. Thank God he had an endless supply of underwear.

He had to focus on something else, anything else. And he smiled. Wesley had got up and started to give a progress report on a new demon who had just appeared on the scene. He didn't even hear the word's Wesley was saying over his pants. Nice and tight. Not suitable for the office, but certainly sutiable for Angel.

The intercom suddenly rasped to life. "Angel, there's someone to meet you in the next office." The v fil filled Angel's head with confusion, who the hell was that British....oh fuck! "Angel, a special video package has just arrived for you, would you like me to bring it into your office"

Angel lunged at the intercom, pressing the button, through gritted teeth. "No I'll be right in! Excuse me a minute guy's"

Spike twirled the object in his hand. Time to claim what was his. Angel entered the office to find Spike jumping off the table. Angel just wanted to kill the bastard then, but he couldn't. The Tape. He was at Spike's mercy, and Spike wasn't going to show mercy to any of Angel's body parts.

Spike smiled. "Strip right here!"

"Why" Angel stupidly retorted. And he regretted the question before it left his mouth. Angel thought he tasted alittle bit of blood in his mouth as Spike striked him. And Angel had to grit his teeth. All he wanted to do was go for Spike, make him pay, but he couldn't. He couldn't do anything as he lay on the ground, feeling the cold hands molesting him, reaching up, stripping him of his dignity, stripping him of his clothes. Buck ass naked on the floor, at Spike's mercy.

It was going to happen again. Oh god, he would die. They said you had to stake Vampire's in the heart for them to die, but Angel was unfortunately finding out, stake a Vampire in another place and it'll work just as well.

The sickening touch ran up his legs, and then he felt.....writing? What the? He could smell the marker. Spike was writing on him? Angel didn't have much time to think about it as the sting shot right to his brain. It hurt when he sat down, so Spike's hand spanking across it was torture. "This is what you are, If you've got a problem with it, well that's just more of a turn-on."

Spike left smiling. Well what did you expect, he had got laid just a few hours earlier.
Angel entered his office rubbing his ass. Everyone had left and Angel just wanted to sit down and relax. Figure out a gameplan. What was he going to do? Then it hit him, permanent marker? What had Spike wrote?

Angel ran to a mirror, looked into it and...shit! No reflection, what was he gonna....a picture? That would work.

A few minutes later Angel stared in disbelief at what was developing. The bastard had used permanent marker. And written across Angel's ass was simple

SPIKE'S PUSSY