How to Claim a Childe

Title: How to Claim a Childe
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Angelus teaches William that it is not nice to deny your Sire pleasure
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: borderline non-con, torture, angst
Pairing: Angelus/William
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I am only borrowing them from Josh Whedon and the WB.
Author’s Notes: This is the second story in a series of stories where Angel recalls painful memories from the past. He deeply regrets the pain he inflicted on William in the past, but he can’t seem to stop his harsh treatment of Spike in the present. You don’t necessarily have to read the other story Breaking in the New Pet to understand the plot of this tale, but it would make more sense.

“Hello?” a female voice answered.

Angel stared at the phone full of doubt. Was calling Willow the right thing to do? It was 11:00 at night London time, and here he was in a moment of insanity thinking about asking the witch to cast a memory spell on Spike. However, he was having second thoughts about manipulating the memories of Spike’s past. He knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. He would be no better than Angelus if he wiped the pain from Spike’s past and gave him all happy memories instead. He wanted William back in his life. He wanted the William that existed before Angelus turned him into a murderous vampire with no remorse or guilt.

In the beginning, Will had been shy, creative, intelligent, and soft-spoken. He did stick up for himself when Angelus tried to control him, but he always submitted to his Sire’s will. Spike on the other hand, was loud, obnoxious, rebellious, and he would never do anything that his Sire asked of him without serious bodily threat, and even that sometimes wasn’t enough to make his childe behave or back off from an impending fight. His William wasn’t a pushover by any means. He would stand up to Angelus daily, but it only took a slap to the face, a certain tone in his voice, or a hard glare to make him accept his Sire’s demands. Of course it wasn’t always that way. William had to be shown the cost of denying his Sire before he accepted his controlling nature...


London, 1880(three weeks after William’s rebirth)

It had been three weeks since Drusilla had made her new fledging, and as predicted, she only made time to fuck his brains out and to tell him utterly confusing stories that intertwined the past, present, and future. The poor boy had no idea what it meant to be a vampire or how to survive, so Angelus took over his training. William had quickly adapted to the killing, hunting, and other items of vampire lore, but he was having a hard time understanding the role of Angelus, other than mentor, in his life. The first night of torment in the bath had been William’s introduction to the Sire-Childe relationship that was expected of him, and Angelus had no intentions of letting the boy be anything other than a submissive toy for his pleasure.

“Boy!” Angelus bellowed from downstairs. “Get your arse down here right now!”

William quickly scampered out of his chair placing the opened book that he was reading onto the table. He practically flew down the stairs hoping to avoid Angelus’ temper. When he was standing in front of his grandsire, he looked down onto the floor ignoring the superior vampire’s stare.

“Darla tells me that you left the house tonight without permission. Is that right boy?”

“I only went out to get some firewood Sire. I was chilly, and the servants were busy cleaning up Dru’s mess.”

Angelus looked at the boy intently, “What mess would that be my sweet Will?”

“She brought her meal home, and she tortured them for over an hour. She bled the poor woman slowly, and blood was all over the floor. The servants cleaned it up before you got home. I’m sorry if I disobeyed an order, but I swear I was back inside in less than ten minutes with the wood.”

Angelus reached out and twisted one of William’s sable-brown curls in his finger, “That’s all right lad. I forgive you this time.” He pulled the boy closer and kissed him harshly. William struggled to get away from the larger vampire, but Angelus held him tight. “You still thinking you can deny me boy? When are you going to learn that you have only three priorities in this house? You have to feed, protect the women, and give me pleasure.”

“I understand that Sire, but you have already taken what I don’t want to give four times since I came here, and I don’t fancy taking it up the arse forever. I think you need to go buy a whore if all you want is to fuck a hole!” Angelus was totally shocked with his childe’s insolence and William managed to get out of Angelus’ grasp.

Angelus laughed cruelly and stepped towards the retreating fledging, “Why would I buy a whore when I already have one right in front of me?”

“How dare you? I am not a whore…”

Angelus interrupted, “So it was my imagination the other night when you had your legs spread open like a bitch in heat taking in my cock?”

“You are a bloody rapist! You know that I have never given anything to you willingly, and you can count on never getting it from me again.”

“Oh, we’ll just see about that boy,” Angelus threatened grabbing William by the arm. He dragged him to the basement door cursing whenever the boy got a jab in with his free fist or his legs. He opened the door and threw the boy down the stairs. He smiled when the boy hit his head hard on the dirt floor and lost consciousness.

Angelus dragged the unconscious body over to the manacles and chains. He had two sets of chains hanging front the rafters, one for Drusilla, and the other for himself when Darla wanted to torture them both.

After stripping William, he secured William’s arms in one set of chains and his legs with the other set. He smiled looking at the naked feast that awaited him. The boy was three feet off the ground with his arms lifted straight up at the shoulders with manacles on his wrist, and his legs were spread-eagled and attached by his ankles. Angelus had open access to the every inch of flesh. He knew that the boy would be in extreme pain from the awkward position, especially his arms, but what would torture be without pain?

When William awoke, he panicked and tried to free himself from the chains, but Angelus’ laughter coming from the shadows caused him to freeze.

“Just remember boy. You asked for this,” he smiled walking up the stairs, turning off the lanterns, closing the door, and leaving his childe alone in the dark damp basement. He didn’t allow anyone to go into the basement for three days; thus, William was not allowed blood, clothing, or comfort of any sort. His goal was to teach the ungrateful brat that he should never deny his Sire anything; especially, pleasure. The boy would eventually accept his role in the family, and Angelus knew that this form of instruction would be quite effective.



Night Four

On the fourth night, Angelus visited his childe in his dark prison. He turned on the kerosene lamps and filled the darkness with a soft light that blinded them both momentarily. Angelus could only imagine the emotions that had ran though the boys mind during his isolation, but he was sure hatred was one of them when he looked into the prisoner’s eyes.

“I suggest you wipe that look of disgust off your face before I leave you down here for another month!” William immediately averted his eyes, and instead stared at the rafters that held his chains. Angelus lightly traced his fingers down the boy’s face pleased that William didn’t try to pull away from his touch, “Have you enjoyed your alone time Little One?”

“What do you think? I’m hanging from the ceiling like a bloody piece of smoked meat! I’m freezing, I’m aching, and I’m famished.”

“So, you haven’t had a good time then?” Angelus teased pinching William’s nipples. He smiled when they hardened under his touch.

“Stop touching me!”

Angelus continued pinching the pink flesh, “Well, I hoped that three nights alone down here would put you in a better frame of mind, but apparently you haven’t even begun to learn your lesson. I’ll see you in a week.”

Angelus turned to leave and smirked when he heard his boy’s plea, “Please don’t leave me Sire. I’m sorry.”

Angelus once again turned off the lamps and walked up the stairs to leave, “I’ll see you tomorrow night Will, and I hope for you sake that you’re more open to the instruction I have planned for you.” With that he closed the door and left the crying fledging in the dark once again.


Night Five

As promised, Angelus returned the next night. He was pleased that the look of hatred he had seen in William’s eyes the night before was gone. It had been replaced with a look of relief. His scared childe was literally shaking when he approached, so grateful that his master had arrived.

“Stop shaking Will. I am here now,” Angelus was a master at getting what he wanted from others and William was not immune to his Sire’s skills. Angelus knew that he was slowly reshaping his childe’s beliefs. The first step, getting William to want him there, had just been completed. The second step was getting William to accept his touch. He hoped to accomplish that feat tonight.

“How do you feel Little One?” Angelus asked slowly making his way over to the boy.

“I’m so cold Sire, and my arms are aching something terrible. Please let me down. I’ve learned my lesson.”

Angelus once again began pinching William’s nipples, “And what lesson would that be?”

William closed his eyes, “My priorities are to feed, protect, and give pleasure.”

“That sounded a bit rehearsed William. Have you been practicing that one all day?”

“No Sire.”

“Don’t lie to me boy. I don’t want to have to teach you a lesson about that as well,” he warned tracing his fingers further down the boy’s chest and stomach. He bent over and kissed Will’s belly button tenderly darting his tongue in to get a taste of the boy’s flesh.

William arched up into the chains when he felt the wet tongue, “I’m not a liar Sire. I promise I’m telling the truth. I understand my role in the house now.”

“Really”, Angelus asked moving around down his captor’s legs. He positioned himself in between the boy’s legs caressing the lean calves and thighs as he inched himself closer to the boy’s treasures. “My father always told me that there is a difference between understanding and showing what you know. You sure you know how to show me what your role is in this house William?”

“Yes,” a soft voice answered.

“How about you convince me of that then?” Angelus squeezed and massaged William’s inner thighs as he slowly licked the skin that ran just underneath the boy’s balls. A sharp intake of unneeded breath caused Angelus to stop his ministrations.

“Was that a breath of pleasure or disgust?” He watched the boy’s eyes twitch in doubt, “Don’t lie to me boy!”

“It wasn’t quite disgust, but it wasn’t pleasure. I think it was surprise. I wasn’t expecting that. I thought you would just shove yourself inside me and get it over with.”

Angelus growled in anger, pushed himself away from the boy’s legs, and walked back around to William’s side, “That’s not what the lesson is about Will. If I wanted to rape you I would have done that upstairs five nights ago. You will not be leaving this basement until you accept my touches willingly, and you beg for me to fuck you! That is when you will have learned the lesson.”

Angelus silently left the boy alone in the dark frustrated beyond words. He had wanted to shove his cock in the tight little hole, but he had resisted that temptation. He was a horny as well and pissed off, and there was only one substitute for his boy in a time like this, “Drusilla, stop talking to the fucking dolls and get your arse upstairs. Daddy needs his little girl.” He smiled when Drusilla squealed in laughter and ran upstairs, but it wasn’t the vampire he wanted to hear laughing.


Night Six


The following night when Angelus came downstairs, he was greeted with a smile from his boy, “Sire. I’m glad you’re here. I am ready to truly learn the lesson.”

“You’re ready to be claimed by me? To be owned by me? To pleasure me whenever and wherever I ask?”

“Yes. I’m afraid, but I want to learn how to pleasure you Sire.”

Angelus approached the boy’s head, turned it to the side, and unbuttoned his pants, “Then I will claim your mouth first. Suck me Will. Make me come in your mouth and on your lovely face.”

Surprisingly, William took the swollen organ in his mouth and sucked it all the way into his wet mouth. Angelus was mesmerized with the boy’s pink lips that went up and down on his thick length, “I see Drusilla’s been teaching you a thing or two. You are doing very well my sweet whore.”

Will stopped sucking for a split second because of Angelus’ insult, but he quickly rebounded and he began a slow agonizing pace on his master’s cock. Angelus enjoyed watching the boy struggling to take in his whole length, and the little gag sounds he heard coming from Will’s throat made his toes curl in pleasure. He could have made the boy suck him for hours, but he decided to show mercy this time. He allowed himself to speed to a climax that had milky cum squirting into the boy’s mouth. He pulled out abruptly shooting more of his dead seed onto the boy’s lips and cheeks.

He watched in delight as the boy licked his lips clean, and Angelus reached out to smear his spunk onto the boy’s face, “Did you like that my little whore?”

“Yes Sire. Can I have more?”

“You’re just hungry childe. I’ll send you down a snack tonight since you did as you were told.”

As he pushed his softening member into his pants he left to leave, “Where are you going Sire? Don’t you want more?”

“Tonight I claimed your mouth; tomorrow I claim more.”

Angelus couldn’t’ hold in the laugh that escaped when he heard his boy groan in frustration and he left with a final comment, “Now you know how it feels you devilish brat.”


Night Seven

Upon his arrival, Angelus immediately began kissing the mouth he had claimed passionately the night before. Much to his dismay, William actually returned the fevered kisses with excitement. The boy had finally accepted his touches willingly. Now that the second step in the process was complete he moved on to the third and final step; making the boy beg for his touches.

“I see that you like the fact that I own that mouth of yours. What else would you like for me to own William?”

William sucked on his lips shyly trying to avoid direct eye contact with his Sire. Angelus was having none of that, “Tell me boy before I leave this room.”

“My penis Sire?”

“Your penis? I have got to break you of your proper English. It’s cock or dick William. Please don’t ever let me here you saying ‘fuck me harder with your big penis Daddy’; I think I would puke blood for a week.”

William corrected himself, “I’m sorry Sire. I want you to claim my cock as yours.”

Angelus reached out and fondled the semi-erect member and slapped it lightly, “You want me to claim this William? How would you like me to do it? Do you want me to stroke it,” he demonstrated by taking a few quick tugs at the hardening organ. “How about licking it,” he applied one long lick to the rock-hard shaft. “Or perhaps you would like for me to suck it,” he swallowed the cock until he could feel the soft pubic hair touching his nose.

“Oh God, all three would be nice.”

Angelus released the organ from his mouth, “Will, I told you the first night that you could call me Angelus or Daddy. I don’t remember God being one of the choices.” He watched the boy panic thinking that he did something wrong, “It’s okay William. I was just teasing you. Relax for me, and let Daddy make everything feel good.”

Angelus teased the poor boy forever dragging out the blow job for as long as he could. He took turns stroking, licking, and deep-throating the little brat until William was begging to come. He treasured the taste of the boy’s flesh relishing in its smell and texture. He lovingly rubbed his tongue over every inch of the beautiful cock enjoying the sounds of moans of pleasure coming from above.

“Please…Sire let me…ohhhhh, yeeees, that’s it, suck it.”

Angelus chuckled softly at the boy’s pleas and he decided to have mercy on the boy. He finished him off with three strong tugs capturing the milky red seed in his hand. He flicked out his tongue to catch some of the shooting drops as well. He held the fluid in his hand as licked the boy clean.

“My cock,” he whispered as cleaned the boy like a cat does its claw. When he was finished, he approached the boy’s mouth, “Open up whore.” William opened his mouth and greedily captured his own seed onto his tongue. Angelus ravished the mouth thoroughly and still managed to hold onto a few drops of cum in his hand. “My mouth,” he reaffirmed

He walked down to William’s legs and once again he positioned himself in between the boy’s legs. Without any preamble, he took the remaining cum from his hand and poured it on William’s balls watching it as it slowly dribbled down onto the boy’s ass. Once it finally made its way to Will’s tight entrance, he shoved the spunk inside William with both of his thumbs. The boy jerked in pain or pleasure, Angelus didn’t really care which it was, because at that moment he wanted nothing more than to fuck the boy.

William couldn’t hold in the moans, “Ah, yessss, that’s good.”

Angelus promptly pulled out his thumbs from the boy’s ass, “Well too bad. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow night for me to claim your ass.”

“Angelus, please don’t leave me like this.”

“You are a spoiled brat William. I am not going to do something simply because you want me to. Remember whore, you are here to serve my pleasure. Not yours!”

With that he stomped out of the basement hoping that Darla would relieve him of the piece of steel in his pants.

Night Eight

Without saying a word, Angelus grabbed a wooden chair and sat it down in between the boy’s legs. He then promptly sat in the chair, positioned himself in front of the boy’s ass and began nibbling on the pale flesh. He noticed that William’s cock was hard from just the indication of what was to come. His master was sitting in a chair ready to feed upon his ass and to claim it.

“Tonight I make this mine as well,” Angelus announced slapping both ass cheeks harshly. He squeezed them hard enough to leave bruises, and he shoved them apart exposing the morsel of pleasure he had been obsessing over for eight fucking nights. He spat on the puckered entrance and growled in pleasure when his boy let out one of the sexiest sounds he had ever heard come out of anyone’s mouth. He wasted no time diving into William’s essence, and he shoved his tongue into the tightest hole he had ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Fuck, Angelus! What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“I’m eating your tasty little ass my whore. Don’t you like it?”

“Oh…yes,” he shuddered causing the chains to rattle.

“Good. Because your going to shoot your load with only me playing with your ass. I’m going to lick it, bite it, and tongue-fuck it. You’re going to scream my name like a good little whore and shoot that sweet tasting cum all over yourself.”

“Want I need my cock touched to do that?”

“Sweet William you are so naive my lad. I’m going to give you so much pleasure down here you won’t need me to touch your dick.”

Angelus eagerly attacked the hole again driving his tongue in as far as it would go. He greedily fucked the little hole with his wet tongue wishing that it was his thick cock instead. He knew it wouldn’t take much to bring the boy off. He was already moaning and arching up and down in pleasure trying to get the tongue in farther.

Angelus grabbed William’s hips harshly, “Stay still boy. I’m in charge here not you. You keep acting like a wanton slut and I will have to stop.”

“I thought you wanted me to let you know how good it felt.”

“I told you to scream my name and shoot your cum on yourself. I didn’t ask you to fuck yourself on my tongue. There will be other opportunities for that type of behavior but not tonight.”

Satisfied that the boy understood, Angelus began to probe the entrance with his right index finger. When he inserted it into William, he couldn’t help but to laugh at the boy, “Sire! Give me more please…that feels so fucking good.”

“Well, it’s amazing how quickly an honorable Victorian gentleman like yourself can become such a little whore for a finger-fuck.” He brushed his finger over the boy’s sweet spot causing the boy to spasm in pleasure so hard he was worried that the chains would be pulled from the rafters. A couple of more brushes with his finger, along with a few nibbles on his ass caused William to orgasm with no helpful hand. Angelus was impressed with how quick the boy achieved what he had been told to do.

He reluctantly pushed himself away from his dinner plate, placed the chair back into the corner of the basement, and captured the spent seed off of William’s chest with his index finger. He shoved the cum inside the boy’s hole once again, “My ass. Tomorrow night I claim all of you, but only if you say the magic words.”

“What are the words Sire?” the boy practically begged.

“You’re a smart little boy. You’ll figure it out,” he reassured heading up the stairs, which he hoped was for the last time.

Night Nine

“William, I hope you have figured out the magic words.”

“I think so.”

“Tell me precious what they are.”

“I want you to take me.”

“How would I do that Little One?”

“Claim me with your cock Sire. Fuck me so good that I would never want to deny you again.”

Angelus moaned in approval, “Good boy. That’s what I wanted to hear.” He positioned himself in between the boy’s legs once again and pulled out his cock. He pushed his pants down slightly off of his hips giving himself plenty of room to move. He had already rubbed his thick organ down with butter, so he gently began the painful journey into William’s tightness.

He listened to the boy’s moans of pains, but not once was he asked to stop his actions. This made him very happy with his boy, so he decided to give him a nice slow fuck instead of the usual quick brutal fuck he was accustomed to getting.

“Look at me William,” he waited until he saw the boy’s blue eyes. “I’m going to be gentle this time, but I want you to realize that this is not how I will always want to be pleasured. I will take you dry and rough, I will take you outside, I will take you in front of others, and I will take you whenever and wherever I want to. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sire.”

“You will be my whore, my toy, my bitch. You will never deny me again of my pleasure with you, or I will put you down here for two months with Darla supervising your punishment. Is that understood?”

“Yes sire.”

Angelus began a slow deep fuck that he knew would drive William over the edge quickly. He hit his prostate with each thrust, and he heard words of encouragement from his sweet boy, “Fuck me Angelus. Make me yours…”

Angelus felt his own climax creeping up into his balls before he knew it. He had been denied for nine nights, and hearing his baby boy begging for more was undoing his usually stellar long-lasting performance, “Tell me who you are William.”

“I’m your whore Angelus.”

“Yes, my whore. Mine always!”

That was enough to drive both of them over into oblivion. Angelus saw white spots in front of his eyes as he shot his seed into William’s willing body. He thought for sure that he was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure, and he knew that Darla would never let him live that down, so he struggled to pull himself together, and he released William from his bindings.

The boy instantly fell to the floor unable to support his weight after so many days of hanging from the ceiling. Angelus picked up the boy, threw him over his shoulders, and headed upstairs to William’s bedroom. He knew that the boy would be exhausted, so he ordered a hot bath to be prepared, as well as a meal to be served after the bath. With step three complete, and his whore being broken; he was going to most certainly take care of it. He knew that he would give William everything he needed as long as he behaved himself.


Angel smiled at the memory. It was torture for William, but it was a necessary lesson for the boy to learn. Perhaps he could leave that memory intact. After all, it was one thing to be shy, intelligent, and soft-spoken, but he really wanted a submissive William or Spike to play with. He wished that he had the Angelus’ cold-hearted nature because he would just break in Spike the way Angelus broke in William if he just had the balls to do it.

“Hello?” Willow asked again.

“Willow?”

“Angel? Is that really you? How are you? How’s Spike?”

“I’m good, but it was actually Spike I wanted to talk to you about. Do you have a few minutes?”

“What’s wrong with Spike? You didn’t go all Angelus on him did you?”

Don’t I wish…”No, Willow, but I was wondering about your memory spells…”

The End