Giving it His All

Title: Giving it His All
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Angel is punished for not giving it his all in his first Gladiator match setup by Darin and Jack McNamara
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: non-con, angst, very crude language, brothers sharing but not touching each other
Pairing: Angel/Others
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I am only borrowing them from Josh Whedon and the WB.
Author’s Notes: This is a missing scene from Season One’s, “The Ring”. Angel has just recently defeated his first opponent in an Archaic Gladiator match. He only killed the demon, Baker, when he was challenged with a knife. His slave owners, Jack and Darin McNamara believe that Angel might need a little encouragement to give it his all in his next match.


Angel woke up feeling like a two-ton brick had crashed onto his head. The last thing he remembered was defeating Baker in the ring. He had reluctantly killed his opponent when he was slashed with a knife. He had purposely avoided hitting Baker throughout the entire match. He didn’t want to kill an “innocent” demon, so he only blocked the assaulting blows. He knew that he had enough strength to defeat Baker in seconds if they had been fighting over good verses evil, but he was adamant about not killing the slave who was being forced to fight to his death. He had ignored the jeers and complaints of the blood-thirsty audience, and he only concentrated on blocking the attacker. However, once Baker had been given a knife, and he had been cut with the before mentioned weapon, he vamped out and killed his opponent in seconds.

He remembered walking down the ramp away from the ring, his hand covered in Baker’s blood. He also remembered telling the demon Trepkos to not fight, and they would have no choice but to stop the Gladiator matches, but from there on it became cloudy. He recalled a sharp pain in his back and in both of his legs. He figured that he had been once again electrocuted by the silver rods that McNamara’s crew kept handy. The pain was excruciating, and he slipped into darkness thinking that the electrical stun weapons would be a great addition to his Christmas wish list.

Slowly, he pulled himself up into a sitting position trying to take in his surroundings. It took a few moments for his vision to clear, and he wondered if it was natural for a vampire to ask for a bottle of Aspirin. The pain in his head reminded him of the days with William, when they would drink until one or both of them would pass out. William, being the youngest and smallest always woke up with a splitting headache, and if truth be know, he did as well, he just kept it a secret.

He was seated on a mattress in the middle of a white warehouse with steel walls that looked to be about the size of the gym at the old Sunnydale High School. The place was barren except for a wall-mounted mirror and a single door that had three locks and two bars keeping him sealed from the outside world. He doubted even Angelus in his most destructive mood could have yanked the locked door open. He suspected that the mirror was two-way; much like he had seen in police interrogation rooms, and he wondered who was watching him from behind the glass.

He was somewhat surprised that he wasn’t chained to the mattress or restrained in any way, so he took the opportunity to walk around his steel prison. The second he took a step off of the bed, a panel in the ceiling slid open sending rays of sunshine onto Angel. He instantly jumped back on the bed breathing hard in fear as three other panels opened simultaneously. Within seconds the bed was surrounded by bright rays that would have incinerated him to ashes in only moments. He pulled his knees up to his chest covering the back of his neck with his hands hoping that the panel above the bed would not open. For the next few breathtakingly long seconds, he feared that his long existence would end in the white steel prison, and he couldn’t imagine a more lonely or painful death.

Instead of the panel above the bed opening, he heard the bars and locks on the door being unlocked. He wasn’t surprised to see Jack McNamara walking through the door. Angel froze in terror as the blonde-headed human, who literally held his life in his hands, approached the bed. He knew that one false move would mean instant death. Even Angelus could not escape the sun’s wraith if the panel above the bed was opened. He would have nowhere to run to escape the burning death.

The man looked up into the sun-soaked scenery, “Nice view isn’t it? Well, except for a vampire I guess. Would you like to see more?”

“Nope, I’m afraid I forgot my sunscreen.”

“Well then, let me get right to the point ‘Captain America’. Your first match with Baker was less than stellar. I would have expected much more from a Master Vampire than that shit I saw from you.”

Angel interrupted, “I told you that I wouldn’t kill.”

“I know that you think you are the hero for the innocent, but these are demons you’re fighting. They’re not exactly evil-free if you know what I mean.”

“They don’t deserve to die like this. You’re treating them like animals. They’re helpless; thus they need my help.”

“Who’s going to help you vampire? Do you really think that you can get those idiots to stop fighting and demand their freedom? I am in control here. I say when they sleep, eat, shit, fight, and die. You have no say so here. They already know this basic information, but obviously you need to be shown that you have no power here. You may have been a big bad ass back in the day, but I’m the bad ass here.”

The man nodded to someone behind the two-way mirror, and the panel above the bed slowly inched open. Angel desperately crawled away from the light as the panel opened. He was crawled up into a ball at the head of the mattress humiliated by the amount of fear he was showing, but it didn’t stop him from pleading for his life, “Please stop!”

The panel instantly stopped moving, but it did not close back to its original position. He remained balled up awaiting McNamara’s next move. He flinched when he felt the man’s hand pulling his chin up out of its protective hole, “Look at me vampire.” Angel looked at the man seeing victory and lust in his eyes, “You are a pretty one aren’t you? We don’t get too many vamps down here. They’re too smart to get caught I guess.”

Angel yanked his chin out of the man’s hand, “Don’t even try that ‘not smart enough’ angle. You said that most didn’t make it this far, so I’m assuming that most of my kind aren’t good enough to get past the Howler demons you made me fight. We both know that I am capable of beating most of the demons in your little slave herd. You’re just pissed because I won’t fight!”

Jack slammed his fist into Angel’s face hoping that he could get the vampire to strike back, but Angel held his ground avoiding the sun, “Maybe you’re smarter than you look. Either way I’m going to have fun with you. I don’t get too many demons I’m willing to play this game with, but you’ll do nicely.”

“What game would that be?”

“I like to call it ‘Fuck or Fry’; you’d probably just call it ‘Submit or Die’. Now, I’m going to close this panel over the bed, and I want you to lie down on your back with your hands by your side.”

Grateful for the closing panel, Angel did as he was told trying to weigh his options. He could kill the man easily, but the panel operator behind the glass would open up all of the panels in the warehouse killing him instantly. Escaping through the locked door wasn’t an option, and he didn’t see any other way in or out of the steel room. He decided that his only option was to do what he was told, and he could only hope that the damage would not be bad enough to get him killed in his next match. He knew from personal experience that the more you fought the worst it hurt. Angelus had inflicted this type of treatment onto William more times than he could count, but he hadn’t been on the receiving end of such abuse since Darla took him to be presented to the Master in the late Eighteenth Century.

Angel closed his eyes in dread as the man approached the mattress. He could smell the man’s excitement, as well as his cheap cologne. He could also smell confidence and lust. This brother was obviously not afraid of him, so apparently he had played this game with other vamps in the past. He felt the man softly caressing his cheek with his hand, “So pretty…Maybe the prettiest we’ve had yet.”

Angel sat motionless as the human lifted up his white tank-top exposing his nipples. He heard a moan of approval escape the man’s lips, “Definitely the prettiest we’ve had. God, I love vampire skin. It’s so pale and flawless. It’s eternally young and healthy, well unless the sun or fire gets to you.” He traced circles onto Angel’s stomach enjoying watching the vampire unconsciously sucking in unneeded air, “Does this feel good Angel? Do you like to be touched like this?”

Angel opened his eyes and stared at the rapist in disbelief, “Not by you!”

“But you like to be touched like this don’t you? I know all about you vampires and your sexual appetites. I bet you’ve had your fair share of rape and torment haven’t you?”

A barely heard whisper, “Yes.”

Jack knowingly smiled and yanked off the vampire’s pants. He pushed down his own pants to his ankles and stroked himself to hardness, “I bet you violated tons of pretty girls and I suspect boys as well, so let’s just consider this retribution for all of those helpless lives you destroyed,” he pushed Angel’s legs to his chest and entered the tight passage in one strong thrust.

Angel clenched the sheets into his fist and let out a grunt of pain. He didn’t fight the invasion of human flesh. He knew he deserved the punishment. Angelus loved to rape his victims before he killed them. He loved the claiming of another being, and he loved the sense of control. He violated girls and boys on a nightly basis. He especially loved tormenting his childe, William. He even tried to teach William to rape and torment his victims, but William never seemed fond of the raping part. At the time, Angelus had thought William to be weak and useless because he refused to take what wasn’t his to have, but now Angel realized that William was in touch with his humanity, and he would never be the type of monster Angelus wanted him to be. Sure he would kill humans with spikes, and he would kill two slayers, and of course he would torture even his own sire, but William would never be the raping, killing, soulless monster that Angelus was, and for a change Angel found himself thinking fondly of his alienated childe.

“You like that don’t you Angel. Shit you’re tight…I could get used to this ass.”

Angel let the human fuck him while he kept thinking about the past. Why had Angelus wanted William to be like him? It was obvious that Angelus wanted to control the smaller vamp, so why give him strength and confidence? Why would one give power to someone they wanted to control? And why in the hell was he thinking about all of this rather than what McNamara was doing? With each grunt and thrust from the human it became apparent that the boy was clueless on what he was doing. He didn’t know how to rape and torment someone. This boy definitely could have learned a thing or two from Angelus. He actually yawned when the human announced that he was climaxing.

“God that was awesome. Did you get off on it vamp?”

Angel ignored the question and instead turned his focus onto the door that was being unlocked and opened. He saw the taller darker figure of Darin McNamara approaching, “Jack he didn’t get off on you. He practically fell asleep,” he pushed Jack out if the way and positioned himself between Angel’s legs, “When are you going to learn how to fuck? The whole point in this game is to make them do what you want in the ring; at this rate the vamp’s going to stake himself from boredom before his next match.”

“I know what I’m doing Darin. He’s just not into being raped. It’s normal you know.”

“Even a rape victim will moan in pain or agony, sometimes even pleasure,” he smiled looking into Angel’s eyes, “He was yawning for God sakes. I didn’t even know vamps could yawn. Now just stand over there and let me show you how it’s done.”

Darin looked at the vampire’s body in appreciation, “I bet he already told you how pretty you are, but did he tell you how hot your little hole looks?”

Angel stared in shock as the man circled his hole with his index finger, “I mean look how red and swollen it is. My brother certainly opened it up for me didn’t he?” Angel couldn’t hold in a whimper as Darin gently inserted his finger into his hole. The man certainly had more talent than his lame brother. A few gently thrust against his prostate practically had Angel panting in rapture. It had been so fucking long since someone had touched him like that, and it was Spike in Sunnydale when Angelus got out. He had allowed Spike to finger him and suck him off on one of those frequent nights he humiliated the wheel-chaired bound vampire.

McNamara pulled his finger out, “Jesus…look at that spunk coming out. It looks so good…your hole is so fucking wet like a pussy.” He smiled wide when he saw the vampire’s eyes light up with lust, “I can’t wait to fuck this little hole.” He pressed down on Angel’s legs, “Spread those legs farther apart for me slut. I want to get a good look at the wet cunt I’m going to fuck.”

Angel arched his neck in pleasure as he felt Darin’s finger once again circling his hole, “Such a pretty wet hole. Look how red it is Jack. It wants cock really bad doesn’t it?” He inserted his finger again relishing the pressure he felt in the wet channel, “but that is what all bitches want isn’t it? They love big cocks in their tight wet cunts.”

Angel was almost crying in disgrace because he was getting off on the dirty talk. He had talked to William like this before, but only now did he realize how powerful of a seduction those words could be. He bit his lower lip tasting blood trying to ignore the probing finger that was hitting its mark with each poke.

“I think the sluts getting off on this. Maybe we should sell him as a pleasure slave rather than using him for the fighting. He’s too pretty to fight.” He added another finger inside the slick channel, “So wet and hot…I can’t wait to have that wetness on my cock. I’m going to fuck your sweet little pussy all day baby.”

“Yes…,” Angel whispered involuntarily. He quickly looked into Darin’s eyes full of shame.

“That’s okay baby. I want you to want me. I want to hear you moan in pleasure and beg for my dick,” he continued to finger fuck Angel bending down to lick the vampire’s stomach, “I’m going to make you feel so good Angel.”

“No. I don’t want you to make me feel anything. Just fuck me and get it over with.”

“But that’s not any fun Angel. I want to fuck with your head. I want you to want this violation. That’s what I call a mind rape. Nothing gets me off more than to hear my victims getting off on the humiliation,” he reached further down and licked the semi-hard dick that Angel was desperately trying to control, “I’m going to make you fucking hard as steel vampire and then I’m going to make you cum. God, I love the taste of vampire spunk. It’s not as salty or bitter as human seed.”

“Please don’t do this to me.”

Darin looked over at his brother, “See what I mean about playing the game right? It only took me five minutes to fuck with his head. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore. His body obviously wants this,” he swallowed Angel’s dick and sucked on it eagerly enjoying the sensation of the cock hardening in his mouth to its full length. He added another finger inside the soon to be fucked hole and increased the speed and pressure of his assault. He heard the vampire moaning ‘no’ and ‘stop’, but he also saw the clutched fist and arched back that desperately wanted more pleasure. He abruptly pulled away from Angel’s cock, but he continued stretching the hole with his fingers, but at a slower softer pace. He laughed when he felt Angel pressing down farther onto his fingers trying to get him to increase the speed and pressure, “Ohh…that’s it little slut. Fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how bad you want my cock.”

“Please…”

“Please what?” He bent down and took Angel’s cock back into his mouth savoring the taste of the vampire. He twisted and scissored his fingers, opening the hole up for his much larger dick. When he inserted a fourth finger, the vampire arched his back off of the mattress in pain and pleasure, and Darin smiled despite his mouth being stuffed full with a rock hard cock. Without any warning he let the dick fall from his mouth and he yanked his fingers out of Angel, “Tell me what you want slut!”

“Jesus…fuck me, suck me, I really don’t give a shit just get me off!”

Both brothers laughed at Angel’s apparent desperation, “I think I can handle that,” Darin proclaimed pushing his pants off and throwing them in corner. He settled back down in between Angel’s legs and he slowly sunk himself inside the wet channel that his fingers had so carefully prepared, “Ahh…so fucking tight, so wet…I’m going to fuck your sweet hole so good baby.”

“Yes…that’s it. Fuck me good.”

“You got it baby. You’ve got such a hot little pussy Angel. I think that Jack might have to take another turn at it. Would that be okay with you?” He slowly pumped into the vampire with his long length enjoying the vampire’s moans of pleasure and words of encouragement, “Jack come over here and fuck his face. I know that every slut wants it from both ends.”

“Are you sure about that man? I mean he is a vamp. I don’t know if I want his mouth anywhere near my dick.”

“He won’t hurt you Jack. He knows the panel will open up in seconds and fry his sweet little ass,” he placed a few strong thrusts against Angel’s prostate encouraging him to cooperate, “Come on Jack. Fuck his mouth. He deserves the reward of pleasuring you.”

Jack dropped down to his knees, pushed the vamp’s face to the side, and slid his dick into the open mouth, “Fuck me! Holy shit…he sucks like a fucking Hoover.”

Darin stopped thrusting for a few moments trying to stop his impending orgasm. Watching Angel’s mouth being raped by his brother almost pushed him over the edge. The vampire’s head was turned to the side, his eyes were closed, and he allowed Jack to fuck his mouth brutally hard. He watched as his brother pinched and played with Angel’s hard nipples, and he could tell the vamp was enjoying himself because his dick was as hard as steel.

“You like that Jack? The slut gives good head then?”

“Fuck yeah he does.”

“Centuries of practice I guess,” Darin began to stroke Angel’s cock with firm strokes while he returned to thrusting in and out of his ass, “The demon inside of them makes them like this. I mean shit; all I had to do was talk dirty to him, and he was begging to get double-stuffed with dick.”

For the next few minutes, the room was filled with pleas, grunts, and moans of pleasure from all three participants. Darin fucked and stroked the vamp, while Jack fucked and pinched him. Angel for his part could only hold on for the ride, allowing himself to be penetrated from both ends. His demon was in full control, and if any of the humans were to stop their ministrations, he probably would have snapped their necks, and take the consequences.

“I’m getting ready to come all inside your cunt slut. You’re going to milk me dry with this sweet hole,” Darin released his seed in a powerful orgasm that caused Angel to climax as well. Watching the vampire enjoying his release caused Jack to explode inside Angel’s mouth, who sucked down every last drop of Jack’s milky semen.

After Darin and Jack caught their breath, they noticed that Angel was crying in shame. Jack couldn’t wait to torment the vampire even more, “What’s the matter baby? Are you embarrassed because you acted like a horny little slut who couldn’t get enough cock? Well, I’m sure Jack here can handle giving you all of the dick you want. I have meetings to attend to this afternoon, so I will have to take a rain check.”

Angel turned his head to watch the smarter of the two brothers leaving. He couldn’t help but to think that Angelus could have learned a thing or two from the bastard. No one had ever fucked with his head like he had, and his demon was enraged by the treatment, while his soul was besieged in agony.

Just as Jack was preparing to fuck the vampire again, Darin made one final comment, “Don’t wear him out too much. He has a match tonight, and I feel sorry for the unlucky bastard who gets to fight him. Somehow I just know that he’s going to give it his all tonight.”

Jack on his part raped Angel three more times before he finally let him rest. Jack may not have known how to start the game of ‘Fry or Die’, but he certainly knew how to finish it. Angel could tell that Jack was pissed that his brother played the game better than he could, so he took his fury out on Angel. He was roughly penetrated with Jack’s fingers, tongue, and dick. He was also forced to masturbate, eat his own dead seed, beg for ‘Daddy’s cock in his little pussy’, and suck Jack’s dick two more times. The man had the sexual stamina of a fucking vampire, and Angel was physically and emotionally exhausted when the man finally left him alone to do what he does best, brood.

Eventually, the McNamara crew came to escort him back to his cell with the other slaves, who immediately began laughing and teasing at his expense. He was given a bag of blood to feed upon, and sat in the dark corner of his cell waiting for his next match. Despite everything that had happened, he was not going to ‘give it his all’ as Darin McNamara had proclaimed. He was not going to let the bastards win. He was not going to let his demon out tonight. He would only kill if he felt truly threatened, and it would take one hell of a threat to make him feel that way.

Later, when Jack McNamara came into the slave quarters, Angel had a hard time holding in his beast. The bastard was cockier than usual because of what had happened in private only a few short hours ago. Angel couldn’t believe how close the man stood to him on the red line; the only thing protecting him was a silver bracelet worn by all the slaves that would incinerate any demon that crossed the red line. Angel nostrils flared in rage when smelled himself on the asshole. The bastard hadn’t even bothered taking a shower, and he could tell that the other demons smelled Angel on McNamara as well. He could hear soft laughter in the background as the rapist stood so close to his helpless victim who could not get revenge because of the bracelet and the red line.

“Someone needs to take you down a notch,” Angel challenged.

Jack looked the vampire up and down slowly. His smile was beaming in amusement when he thought about his earlier violation of the vamp, “Maybe…, but not by you…, and not today.”

Angel reached across the red line quicker than any human could see and yanked the arrogant prick onto his side of the line. It took everything in him not to kill the man who had humiliated and used him, but he wouldn’t let Angelus have the human; even though he deserved every type of torture imaginable.

When Darin McNamara showed up to see what was happening, he wasn’t surprised to see the culprit who was causing all off the ruckus, “Jack, what have you gotten yourself into now? I told you to be careful with that one.”

“Give me the key to the bracelet and I’ll let him go,” Angel offered.

“Why would I do that?”

“Come on, we both know there is only one way for this to work out. He’s your brother. Give me the key and I’ll spare him…”

Too stunned to react, Angel didn’t comprehend that Darin had pulled out a gun, or that he had fired four rounds at his own brother. Angel really didn’t register anything until he fell to the ground shot in the shoulder and electrocuted into darkness. It was only later, when he regained consciousness, that he began to process that humans were infinitely more capable of evil than any demon, and he began to wonder if he was fighting for the right side.


The End


Author’s Note: The episode of course continues with Angel waking up at W&H with Lilah offering him freedom from McNamara, but Angel can’t leave the other demons caged like animals, so he goes back and ultimately, with the help of Wes and Cordelia, frees all of the captives, and the demon Froggy, along with a silver bracelet and a certain red line, kills Darin McNamara.