Part 88

The humans writhed and twisted, held captive beneath their vampire masters, who plumbed them mercilessly.  When they were finally allowed their release in the aftermath of the vampires’ orgasms, strong hands milked their balls as still-hard cocks worked them from inside, drawing every drop of cum from their exhausted bodies with a fierceness that overwhelmed them completely.  When they were bone dry, they fell into an exhausted slumber, the heavy weight of their masters upon them, holding them tight.

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Angel entered the basement hall, thin cotton workout pants riding low on his hips, and found Wesley, Gunn and Illyria kneeling at the center of the spelling star which was clearly activated by the presence of foot-high flames at each of the five points.  Spike stood outside the star bare-chested, black denim jeans riding low as well with the top three buttons left undone.  He watched his sire as he climbed the risers and retrieved a large cardboard box stowed behind the velvet curtains on the back wall.  He eyed the box the dark vampire held curiously as his sire approached him.

Angel handed off the box to his childe and moved into the circle to inspect the kneeling figures.

“Wesley, Gunn, stand,” he instructed after a minute.

The two men stood and Angel moved closer to run a large palm over Gunn’s flank and buttocks, reaching between his thighs from the back to cup and inspect the erect cock and pendulous balls before sliding away to stroke down and up each leg.  That action was repeated on Wesley, obviously to Angel’s satisfaction, when he nodded and stepped back outside the perimeter to stand beside Spike.

“Very good.  Everything went smoothly?”

Angel grinned at his own joke and Spike rolled his eyes.

“Depends on your perspective, I suppose.  Our pets were none too pleased with the process, judging by the howls at the time, but they’ve settled down now.”

“Hot wax – what’s not to like?” Angel asked, with a shrug.

Spike exchanged a knowing smirk with his sire, obviously in agreement.

“Do you have the spells?”

“Epilation, purification and healing – Wes prepared all three.”

Angel glanced over at the ex-Watcher, whose flush was even more easily discerned now by the absence of all body hair.  Of the three pets, he was the only one who had any significant external hair remaining, and that only upon his head, which appeared much the same as ever.  Beside that, the three had eyebrows and eyelashes but nothing else.

“Good job – well done,” Angel said.

Spike nodded in acknowledgement, but couldn’t completely hide his pleasure at the words of praise.

“Purification?” Angel asked.

“More howling – well, whimpering, really – but it’s done.  They’re ready.”

Angel nodded, taking the box back into his own hands, and stepped up onto the stage to sit upon the Master’s chair.

“Kneel,” Spike instructed, and the two humans dropped back down into the at-ease position they’d been in before Angel entered the hall.

“Illyria, technically you don’t require either of these spells, but you’ll undergo them along with Wes and Gunn anyway.”

She nodded, clearly satisfied with that decision.

Spike stepped into the star, then turned to face his sire.  Raising his hands he spoke three short phrases in Latin, activating the combined spells.  The flames flared up to five feet in height, stayed there for a minute, then eased down to their original foot-high state.  These three spells were obviously far less complex than most of the magik they’d done in the star to date.  Spike stepped out of the star and turned to face the three kneeling pets.

“Your body hair won’t grow back now – except for the hair on your head, Wes, that will continue to grow normally.  You’ll keep it short or long as I instruct you.  For now, keep it as is, though I rather fancy you with a longer length that can be tied back.  Later maybe,” he added, a gleam in his eye.  “As for the purification and healing spells, Illyria is a special case since successfully completing the Succubus ritual, and additionally she no longer has the same human functions as Fred once did.  Those functions can’t be changed for you two,” he said, indicating the two males, “But these spells will counteract those functions at all other times, which means you’ll always be ready for us and any damage done, as long as it’s not too severe, will heal immediately after,” he said.

Both men’s faces darkened with heightened, rushing blood.  “The heeling spell will work under all conditions, not just sexual congress, so that you’ll be less vulnerable while fighting as well.”  Turning toward Angel, then, Spike waited for further instructions, eyeing the box once more.

“I have something for you,” Angel said, addressing the humans as he stood up and moved to his childe’s side again, the cardboard box in his hands.  Illyria tilted her head.

“Is it body jewelry for the humans?  Will you be piercing them?”

Wesley and Gunn’s mouths’ dropped open.

“Jewelry, yes, piercings, no,” Angel replied.

Illyria and Spike looked disappointed, but Wesley and Gunn breathed a sigh of relief.

Angel set the box down on the top riser and opened it, drawing out five smaller black velvet cases.  He opened one and on a bed of white satin sat a buttery-smooth circle of black leather which appeared virtually seamless.  At the center of it sat a large green stone – an emerald.  Upon the band of leather there appeared to be some water-marking.  Angel handed it to Spike who inspected it closely.  His eyes widened with surprise.

“Very nice.”

The words were casually spoken, but his expression of gratitude belied that lack of emotion.

Spike held the collar up for the pets to see, turning it slowly, and they were able to read the imprinted, water-marked text.  At the back, opposite the gem, was writ Aurelius.  A small dot sat at the center of both the start and end of that text, and beyond each dot, spelled out in a classic font, was Clan of Angelus and House of William.  The text was spaced so that when viewed directly from the front, with the emerald at the center, you could only see the words Angelus and William to either side.

“No opening,” Spike commented, examining the leather circlet more closely.  “Magicked?” he asked?

“Yeah.  I did it here while you were busy upstairs.”  Angel murmured a command in Latin and the leather parted at the back.

“Wesley,” he said, with a flick of his head bidding him approach.

Wesley stepped forward and Angel fit the leather loosely about his neck, murmured again, and the band closed until it was snug, not too loose and not too tight.

“Very nice,” Spike said again.

Angel picked up a slightly deeper case and opened it to reveal a cock and ball harness with a slightly smaller gem that was twin to the one on the collar.  Lying beside it was a delicate chain strung with small emeralds to match the larger gems on both collar and harness.

“Get hard, Wes,” he said, glancing down at the human’s cock, which was now only half erect since he was no longer kneeling.

Wesley paused for just a second, then took his cock in hand, a pink tinge appearing on his cheeks.  Despite his embarrassment, it took only a few strokes to bring himself to full erection again.

Angel handed the harness to the smaller vampire, who, for a fleeting instant couldn’t hide his surprise.  That look was gone quickly, though, and he repeated the first Latin spell his sire had spoken a few minutes ago.  The band opened in three places, and after fitting it around and about the other Englishman’s cock and balls, he invoked the second spell and the leather fused seamlessly about Wesley’s genitals, though a bit of adjustment was required as they tightened, especially about his balls.  It only took a few seconds, though, and then it was done.  The final fit was apparently tighter than the collar had been, if the human’s gasp or the jump of his cock was any indication.

The primary band circled the base of the human’s cock and balls, and would keep him erect, while two other loops tightened about and separated his balls.  A third circlet, linked to the other piece by a straight length of leather, which now traced along the top-side of his shaft, wrapped around the shaft just below the crown.  Spike had drawn back Wesley’s foreskin so that the band held it back, exposing the vulnerable head and dripping slit of the human’s prick, now flushed bright red with blood.

Spike stepped back to admire the picture of their pet, naked save for the fine black leather and glittering green gems at neck and groin.  The emerald rested at the intersection of the straight and circled pieces of leather on the top side of his shaft and just below the crown of Wesley’s prick.  Attached to the leading edge of the intersecting leather, just in front of the emerald, with its curved outer edge actually resting on the rim of his cock, was a small D-ring.  Another one, not visible from this angle, sat just behind his sac on the leather band that circled the base of Wesley’s cock and balls.  Angel lifted the jeweled chain from its bed of satin and approached his childe and their pet, then leaned down to affix it to both rings.  When he stepped back the others peered down, much to Wesley’s chargrin, to inspect the delicate chain that now hung in two loops on either side of his shaft, framing his straining erection and taut balls with green gems.

“So pretty,” Spike murmured softly, staring intently at Wesley’s groin.

“Pretty?” Angel repeated, a smirk tilting his lips.

His childe looked up abruptly, and Angel was sure that if Spike could flush he would.  The blond tightened his lips in a scowl, for a moment looking like he might deny ever having said such a poufy thing, then gave in, grinning wryly with a small shrug of his shoulders.

Angel grinned back at him, then turned away to pick up another case.  In it sat a collar just like Wesley’s, except that the stone upon it was a golden amber topaz.  In a second case sat the matching cock and ball harness, and alongside it sat a delicate, topaz jeweled chain.  Both of these last items were handed over to Spike before the Master of Aurelius gestured Gunn forward.  In moments the collar, harness and chain were attached, and the two vampires stepped back to take in the full picture.

“Magnificent,” Angel murmured.

Spike didn’t say anything, perhaps already feeling on shaky ground since the pretty comment, instead simply nodding his agreement.

Illyria stared down at Gunn’s decorated genitals, to all appearances entranced by the sight.

“Your turn, Illyria,” Angel said, holding up a third case and recalling her wandering attention from the two human males.

“I already have a collar, she said, raising her hand to lightly touch the leather that circled her slender neck.

“You have a new one now.”

Angel handed the case to his childe, then stepped forward to unbuckle the rougher leather band.  Behind him Spike opened the case and murmured the spell that would separate the seamless leather.  After the old collar had been removed, Angel removed the chain of rubies from their pet’s nipple rings and stepped back.  Spike held the collar out to his sire, but Angel shook his head, and after a short pause, Spike cleared his throat and slipped the leather about Illyria’s throat, speaking the second spell which resealed the band.  The large ruby at the center of her throat gleamed brightly, surrounded by the names of her two masters.  Angel replaced the chain about Illyria’s nipple rings, completing the collaring ceremony, then stepped back once more to inspect all three together.

“Ruby for passion and power, emerald for intelligence and wisdom, and topaz for strength and endurance.  May these stones and collars add their protection to ours, keeping you safe from all danger.  Through them we will be with you always.”

A silence followed, which vibrated with intensity.

Angel finally broke that silence.  “Do obeisance,” he commanded softly, and the three immediately sank down to one knee, heads bowed low and eyes trained on the floor before their two masters.

Angel nodded to Spike who then moved about the three, touching their shoulders lightly in the signal to rise.

“I have one more gift for each of you,” Angel said, turning back to the large box sitting beside him on the riser.  From it he pulled a leather case with a carved wooden handle.

Wesley gasped as he recognized it to be almost a twin to that which Drusilla had shown him.  It had been given to her by her sire while still a fledgling, and contained the toys she’d used on him that night he’d stayed with her and Miss Edith.

Angel tilted the box forward so that the pets could see the name burnt into the leather; Wesley.  Wesley swallowed hard and moved forward at the dark vampire’s gesture.

“Each contain just a few items now.  The contents will grow over time, as we learn your preferences and needs,” he said.

Wesley swallowed again, then bowed his head in thanks, taking the case from Angel’s hands and stepping back to join the other pets.

One by one Angel called the other two forward and delivered his last gift.  When he was through, all three dropped into obeisance once more.

Spike turned his head toward his sire, but kept his eyes trained on the pets kneeling before them.  His lips moved, and Angel nodded, but none of the three at their feet gave any indication that they heard a thing, until a moment later, when the Master of their House directed his comments directly to them.

“The rest of the day will be yours to do with as you will,” Spike said, circling the pets and lightly touching their shoulders.  “All training is cancelled until tomorrow.  Tomorrow we’ll meet as usual at four in the afternoon.  Training will commence at ten and last until until two.  From here on out, except during the first training session or unless specifically commanded otherwise by Angel or myself, you may wear clothes.  The harness and chains will only be required upon request, but the collars will be worn at all times.  Remember that you are warriors and counselors of Angel’s Clan and my House and act accordingly.  Body service training will continue, though no set time will be assigned for those sessions.  You may expect instances of them to occur daily, however, at random moments, and in all likelihood quite frequently.  Be prepared.  Remember what you’ve learned so far.  Make us both proud.”  Spike paused, meeting and holding the eyes of their pets one by one, then finally nodding, satisfied that they understood.  “You are dismissed.”

The pets filed out of the hall, and when the door closed behind them, Angel glanced over at the smaller vampire.

“What do you think?” the dark vampire asked after a minute.

“They’ll do,” his childe replied, his voice rich with emotion.  He stared at the closed door, as though still seeing the naked and adorned pets as they filed through it.

Angel nodded, a small smile upon his face.  “Yeah,” he murmured, eyes gleaming as the same image filled his mind.  “They will.”