The Birthday Present

Chapter Two


Lindsey stared at the vampire in front of him as he came down from his amazing orgasm. Then he reached out for the owner’s manual once more.


“Well, that’s the bonding process done. He’s claimed as mine now.”


Claimed? Huh! Spike would have loved to have been able to roll his eyes but that constituted showing of emotions and thus was blocked by the chip. As if a claim could be made with synthetic blood products and human spunk.


He swallowed again, trying to rid himself of the taste. Since the feeding tube had been put in, semen was the only thing that he’d swallowed of his own accord. He felt like he’d swallowed gallons of it over the years. The techs were pretty thorough when assessing the ability to give blow jobs.


“Guess that I can take this off now,” said Lindsey. He pushed a button and Spike quickly stood up.


The boy unbuckled the belt holding the cage around Spike’s genitals. He was once more aware of the trembling of his vampire. Spike could just about cope with his mouth being fucked by whoever wanted to, but he still hated his genitals being handled like merchandise.


To Lindsey’s disappointment, Spike’s cock remained soft when released from its bindings.


“Hmm,” mused Lindsey. “I thought that being turned off was supposed to make them hard? May be I should shut him down again and restart him?”


No! Please don’t.


The techs had never learnt, simply because they had never bothered to ask a vampire before it was made mute, that just before any shut down whether complete or partial, that the pain chip fired to its maximum programmed level. Spike tried to will his cock in to activity but the default setting blocked any impulses out. What Lindsey needed to do was to read the Frequently Asked Questions in the Trouble-Shooting section of the manual. The almost three day period of shut down had caused the setting to default.


Spike closed his eyes and inhaled sharply as Lindsey’s thumb went to the remote, with his hands still cuffed behind his back he wouldn’t be able to get in to the correct shut down position and would be hit with a jolt of pain on activation, too. Spike sank to his haunches, knees up to his chest, despite knowing the cuffs were on he still tried to bring his arms forward. The pain hit him as he lowered his head to his knees, closed his eyes and everything, mercifully, went blank.


After two minutes, Lindsey pressed the start button. Spike opened his eyes, lifted his chin and he faltered slightly as he stood when the chip fired but managed to obey quick enough not to earn another blast.


“Oh,” said Lindsey with disappointment.


He reached out and caressed Spike’s cock and balls, but although Spike was aware of the sensation, there was still no life in them. To Spike, it was quite a relief. The techs’ obsessions with having the vampires sport almost constant erections was some thing that Spike could well have done without; not least for how painful it became when not able to achieve release without the push of a button.


“You’re broken.”


Lindsey looked Spike in the eye. Spike held his gaze and, almost imperceptibly, shook his head before closing his eyes against the shock his minor infringement earned him. He began to pant again; hoping that Lindsey wouldn’t shut him down.


“There’s that panting again. I’m sure that you’re not supposed to do that.”


He made Spike sit down on the bed and decided to un-cuff his wrists even, though he hadn’t worked on the controls for his arms yet. Spike didn’t move them from behind his back, so Lindsey pulled each arm forward in turn until his hands were resting beside his thighs. It looked a little more comfortable for the vampire.


To Spike’s relief, Lindsey picked up the manual and thumbed through until he found the Trouble-Shooting guide.


WHY DOES MY VAMPIRE BREATHE HEAVILY? WHY IS IT BREATHING AT ALL?


Lindsey eagerly read the section. He found out that it was a common reaction when a vampire was settling in to the home environment, as it was considerably different to the laboratory where it was produced. According to the manual, the panting should wear off, although some had more of a propensity to continue to do it than others. Another time that it might re-occur was when programming in new tasks.


“Cool,” said Lindsey, glancing at Spike. “So the panting’s not a fault. Just need to see why this,” he handled Spike’s cock, “isn’t responding at start-up.”


He flicked a few more pages and then started to giggle.


WHY IS MY VAMPIRE FLACCID?


“Good job vampires can’t read, Spike. That’s a bit embarrassing for you.”


Spike could read – another popular misconception. The page was close enough for him to have a little trouble focussing on it clearly, but the heading didn’t embarrass him. After what he’d endured, he knew that he could never be embarrassed again. He knew the solution wasn’t pleasant – well for him anyway – but it was better than if the kid kept shutting him down.


“Oh. O…kay,” said Lindsey slowly. “Looks like I’m gonna need to get to know you a little more intimately to sort this out.”


He rummaged in the box of accessories, selecting the items that he needed and to Spike’s relief, Lindsey also picked out the correct coloured sachet of additives to make it more pleasant – read less painful - for him.


“I guess that since I just fed you that this will be okay given on its own?”


Spike blinked at him, praying that he didn’t change his mind and not give it.


Lindsey walked to his en-suite bathroom, reconstituted the drugs with some warm water, and returned to squirt it down the feeding tube. Spike again swallowed several times as he felt it slip down his throat. He wished that the boy had been content with using him for his own pleasure; that he didn’t need his bits in full working order, but it was too much to hope for. No one would have a vampire and only have it half functioning.


Spike felt the drugs taking effect as Lindsey refastened his collar. His ability to think of anything but the demands of his owner was quashed. He felt woozy, aware only of the need to listen for instructions. He could feel all of the tension leaving his body as the sedative element took effect. By the time that Lindsey pressed the sequence of buttons for Position Number One, all that Spike could think of was doing his best for his owner; anything that made his owner happy.


Lindsey watched as his vampire leapt eagerly off the bed and crouched down on the floor. Arms stretched out above his head which was pressed to the ground. His bare ass was raised and pointing at Lindsey, legs wide apart.


“Jesus,” breathed Lindsey as he took in the view.


He knelt down behind Spike, and reached out and touched the milky white flesh of his vampire’s ass; he drew a sharp in take of breath as it pushed back in to his touch. All part of the conditioning for that position, he knew that, but it still turned him on to pretend that the vampire might really want his attentions.


He ran his hand along the cheeks and into the cleft between them. His fingers touched the plug that was inserted in to the vampire’s neatly puckered hole. It was the default size; there purely to keep the self lubricating lining of the rectum working properly when not in use.


“Wonder how they fixed the self–lube thing,” said Lindsey quietly as he stroked the top of the plug, eliciting more movement from the prone vampire. “Maybe it’s a natural vamp thing?”


If Spike had been able to process what Lindsey was saying he would have sneered at his words. Self – lubrication was most definitely not a natural phenomenon. Even with vampiric healing it had taken a month to recover from the system’s insertion. And the annual servicing and refilling of the lubricant chamber put him out of action for a week at a time. The valve to the lubricant’s reservoir was cunningly hidden in the navel, to prevent any marring of the visible flesh.


Lindsey gingerly pulled out the plug with his right hand, his left on the small of the vampire’s back to hold it steady. It was the size of Lindsey’s index finger. He winced a little as he picked up the device that he had to insert to reactivate the vampire’s genital organs. It looked too big to ever fit up that small hole, even though it looked relaxed.


He checked the manual again. It said that it must be inserted swiftly in one strong movement. It was so big that he thought that it would need to be worked in gently, but apparently not. He was glad that the thing wasn’t being aimed at his ass; that was for sure.


He touched the tip of the device to the vampire’s hole and hesitated for a moment. Spike lent back once more, encouraging access. Lindsey gritted his teeth and pushed the device in with one swift, sharp push. He felt the vampire go tense and shudder until it was completely in place. He couldn’t see, but even despite the mind controlling drugs and sedatives, a couple of tears escaped from Spike’s tightly closed eyes. It hurt like hell. Lindsey pressed the button on the bottom of the device and once more felt a shudder wrack the prone body of his vampire.


Spike wanted to scream. Even with everything as woolly as it was, the pain seared through him. The device was implanting a new sensor against his prostate gland, to replace the factory fitted one that had failed. It was the latest model and would enable his owner to remotely control his sexual organs. But it hurt. The device used to implant it stretched him almost to the point of tearing, and even with the lubrication it had dragged and burned as it was pushed in. Then, he relaxed once more as he felt Lindsey’s hand on his balls, stroking them gently. His mind soon focussed away from pain and back to giving his owner what he needed. His cock began to rise and harden until it was fully erect and moist at its tip.


“I guess that worked then,” said Lindsey with a chuckle, withdrawing his hand.


He pulled the implant device out of Spike, grimacing at the streaks of blood on it. Then he quickly inserted another plug. This one was much wider and longer than the default one, and with the capability to vibrate and thus stimulate the vampire in to ejaculating. Spike leant back in to him as he inserted it. The vampire obviously liked the feeling of this one much more than that of the implanter.


“Right then, little fella; let’s have a look at you now.”


Lindsey made him stand up. The vampire stood and then on his command turned to face him. Spike’s tears had dried and so Lindsey was none the wiser for how much he had just hurt his vampire.


“Oh, man,” said Lindsey as he saw Spike’s erection properly for the first time, not noticing that the vampire held his legs apart because of the pain in his rectum. “I can see why you’re one of the best models.”


Lindsey got to his feet. He wrapped his fingers around the erect member and began to stroke it, in long lazy movements. Smiling, as the little vampire thrust against him, seeking more friction. Reacting on his urges when his sexual organs were stimulated was the only time that unasked for movement was allowed by the chip, unless it was programmed otherwise. Fortunately for Spike, it wasn’t barred. The only problem was that no matter how long or hard Lindsey played with him, he couldn’t climax unless the implant was activated. This was a function that vampire owners loved and the vampires hated. They could literally play with them for hours.


“Lindsey!” his mother’s voice came up from downstairs. “Lunch is ready! Wash up and come and join us.”


“Oops. Gotta go. Won’t be long.”


Lindsey took his hands from the vampire’s body, quickly cleaned himself up in the bathroom and jogged down the stairs for lunch.


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The drugs wore off, leaving Spike once more able to think for himself. His ass felt like it was on fire, and he realised that another implant had been fitted while he was out of it. His throbbing erection brought home the fact even further.


Oh, God.


He was hovering on the brink of orgasm but could find no release until his owner returned and then only if he pressed the correct buttons. He closed his eyes; looked like the kid was as bad as the techs at the lab after all. He hadn’t figured him for a sadistic type though. But after two hours passed and still he didn’t return, Spike thought the worse of him.


Lindsey finally got away from his parents and went back up to his room. They had complained that they hadn’t seen him all morning and so had made lunch last a lot longer than normal. He ran up the stairs, two at a time, and in to his bedroom. He stopped short when he saw Spike standing where he’d left him, still complete with huge erection and his whole body trembling.

Lindsey went up to Spike and put his hand on to his cock. Immediately Spike thrust into it; his eyes snapping open and staring in to those of his owner’s.


“Oh, man. Don’t look at me like that,” said Lindsey, when faced with the tortured blue eyes of his possession. “I thought it would have worn off or something.”


He increased the pressure of his fist, smiling as Spike continued to push in to his hand.


“Christ. You’ve got some endurance,” he added after another ten minutes of attention had failed to give his vampire any release.


Read the sodding manual, you tosser.


Spike was desperate. He was beginning to think that his legs would soon fail him.


“Oh, hell!” gasped Lindsey as he realised that he had never pressed the buttons for the implant to allow ejaculation.


In a panic, he pressed both the control for ejaculation and the plug inside Spike, at the same time. With a shudder, Spike finally managed to ejaculate, the milky ribbons trailing over Lindsey’s hand and his own belly. But before he could register the relief, he arched his back as the plug stimulated the sensor on his prostrate and his cock began to rise once more.


No; please. No.


The techs had once tested him until his legs had literally betrayed him, and he’d collapsed midst the searing pain of the chip punishing his disobedience. When he’d regained the ability to know what was happening to him, he saw them laughing at him as he writhed in pain, his cock still erect and desperate to ejaculate.


Spike stared as pleadingly as he could, considering the immobility of his facial expression, and he was panting rapidly.


“Shit!” exclaimed Lindsey, as he realised what he’d done. He shut off the plug’s vibrations and one again pushed the sequence to enable Spike’s release.


Once the vampire had shot his load once more, Lindsey wiped him down with a wet cloth and ordered him to sit down.


Oh, thank God. Spike sat down with a thump on the bed.


Lindsey began fiddling with the controls again, and Spike was forced to move his arms up and down and backwards and forward. Lindsey tried to get him to put his hands on his head but wasn’t very successful and stopped when he’d made the unfortunate creature hit himself in the face a couple of times by moving the joystick incorrectly.


“Sorry, Spike. I guess it’ll be easier when I sort out the voice activation controls.”


One thing that Lindsey noticed was that Spike never moved his fingers. Another quick look at the manual and he learned that the nerves to the hands were blocked. This meant that the vampire could move his wrists but not his fingers. This was a safety feature that was added after several accidents had occurred with the first generation of remote controlled vamps. Several owners had tried to get their vampires to masturbate them but they had been unable to control the pressure of the vampire’s grip. It hadn’t been pretty, and one man had died from his injuries, nearly halting the production of them completely.


Lindsey left Spike in stand-by mode while he read up on voice activation. From Spike’s point of view, stand-by meant that his eye sight dimmed to half of what it normally was. He hated it, but it was better than the pain of shut down. It did mean that he got to think a little too much about what life he had now. Sitting with the large plug inside him hurt too.


An hour later and Spike was brought out of stand-by mode. He blinked rapidly several times as his sight brightened again.


He was lip reading Lindsey talking himself through the process of voice activation, when he suddenly realised that he could here his owner’s voice. Spike’s eyes widened fractionally but he caught himself before the chip could fire. He was a little surprised to find that his owner had a Southern drawl.


“Okay, here goes nothing,” said Lindsey. He met Spike’s eyes. “Spike stand up.”


Spike stood up immediately, delighted that the annoying bint’s voice in his head was now silent and with it the link to the pain chip. He knew that disobedience was still punished in the same way, but voice commands were so much easier to follow than joystick ones.


“Hey, how cool is that?” Lindsey laughed out loud. “Put your hands on your head.”


Spike raised his hands until the palms were on his head.


“Put your hands on your knees.”


Spike obeyed. Hope the novelty of this wears off soon. This is just bleeding stupid.


For ten minutes, Lindsey gave Spike a variety of instructions to follow; kneeling, turning, and walking across the room and so on. He could see how much better Spike’s paces were when not impaired by the remote controller. Then he decided to run through the programmed set positions. He marvelled at how supple the vampire was and as he showed himself to him time and again, Lindsey could resist no more. Ordering Spike on to the bed and in to Position Number Four, he slipped the belt off his jeans, unfastened them and let them slide to his ankles.


“God, you look good like that,” he whispered as he stroked his hands along his vampire’s flesh. Spike was on his back with his knees drawn up to his chest, exposing himself completely.


Lindsey knew that if he hit the right mark when he entered Spike, that it would trigger his erection, so he withdrew the plug without vibrating it first. Without the mind numbing effects of the drugs, Spike was completely aware of what was about to happen and totally powerless to resist. In fact, if he didn’t actively participate by matching his owner’s movements, he would be incapacitated by the chip. He hated it.


Lindsey hissed at the delightful sensation of pushing his cock deep in to the silky depths of his vampire. He pulled Spike closer to the edge of the bed, so that he could get a better angle. On his third stroke he found the spot he was looking for and smiled as the vampire arched his back as his cock began to fill. For a second Spike met Lindsey’s eyes, but then he lay back and concentrated on doing as good a job as he could for his owner. Like the blow job – Spike knew that if he did it well – that it wouldn’t last so long and hopefully he’d be granted an orgasm of his own.


Lindsey didn’t last long. The excitement of taking his pleasure in his vampire for the first time quickly drove him over the edge. He’d left the remote controller on the bed next to Spike and pressed the button for Spike’s release as he came himself, both of their bodies shuddering to a climax simultaneously. Lindsey could almost convince himself that it was a natural thing, not something controlled by a chip. He hoped that Spike enjoyed it as much as he had. He was sure that he had as it was common knowledge that vampires were highly sexual creatures – that’s why they had been used in the programme after all.


Spike closed his eyes as he came. Despising his body for betraying him like it did. He knew that he had no option but to react as he had. He would do anything to try to avoid the maximum pain the chip could deliver. Now that he could hear again, he wished that his owner had put some music on; it would have been nicer to hear than the kid’s grunts as he shagged him. But when Lindsey withdrew and went to the bathroom to clean himself up, turning on his cd player as he passed it, Spike wished that he was still deaf. What was it with people who were in to remote controlled vampires and country music?