FIC: In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 22/? (Cordy/Angel/Spike/Wesley in various combos, Adults Only)

AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 22/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Cordy/Angel/Spike/Welsey in various combos
SUMMARY: What if, when Spike came to Sunnydale after Dru dumped him, he decided to go inside Angel’s mansion? And what if Angel wasn’t too happy with Buffy for sending him to hell? This Chapter- Angel and Spike go to rescue a Watcher at a fetish club.
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SPOILERS: Through Season 3 BtVS: Lover’s Walk
WARNINGS: slash, bondage, semi-non-con, threesomes.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 7,491 words.



Angel climbs out of the car, glowering across the street at the club frontage. "You know who we've got to rescue?"

"Yeah, you showed me the briefing. Too bad we don't have something to scent, it would take no time at all."

"Hmm." Angel nods as he shuts the door and leans back against it. "Stand here." He points at the ground between his feet. Spike moves to the spot and stands, looking at his Sire.

Unbuttoning the coat that Spike's wearing, Angel snarls again quietly at the sight of so much of his childe's perfect skin being bared. Spike just stands very still, knowing the source of his Sire's anger, and knowing there's nothing to be done for it.

Curling one finger around the chain glittering across Spike's chest, Angel tugs cruelly on it, causing Spike to whimper as he tugs on the clamps he had applied in the car on the way over. His free hand slides into the pocket of his own coat. Pulling out a large, carved metal weight, Angel holds it in front of Spike's nose. "What do you think?"

Spike whimpers as he looks at his, his blue eyes looking pleadingly at his Sire.

"What do you think?" Angel repeats his question, brows rising at the lack of reply the first time.

"It'll pull something fierce," Spike whimpers.

"I know." Angel grins. "You won't be able to forget it's there at all will you?"

"No Sire." Spike shakes his head.

"Good." His grin growing fierce, Angel swiftly attaches the weight. Spike gasps as the large weight drops, the chain pulled down hard, tightening the clamps on his nipples.

Pulling the two sides of the coat together, Angel re-buttons it, smiling blandly. "Now then. Shall we make a move?" Spike nods.

"Yes Sire." He grimaces every step as the weight sways and pulls. God but his Sire is possessive.

Leading the way across the street, Angel glares again at the club. He'd much rather turn right around and drive them back to the mansion before fucking his boy blind. Spike can feel both his Sire's anger and his arousal. He has the feeling he won't be able to walk in the morning.

Forcing himself to calm down, Angel smiles and nods at the doorman as he opens the door, reaching back to grab hold of Spike, pushing him roughly through the door in front of him. Spike stumbles in, with a little cry as the weight swings hard, pulling his nipples down and out with a jerk before swinging back.

The eyes of the staff and security in the small lobby all turn to him at the sound, pausing for an appreciative moment, before moving onto the larger man entering behind him. A number of breathy gasps are heard and even one whimper as Angel strides over to the pay desk, his long coat flaring around his leather clad legs.
"Two." He says quietly, reaching for his wallet.

They quote him a price and take his money before letting him through. The archway does a scan, obviously not a metal detector, but looking for actual weapons, as they walk through it.

"Good evening sir." A smoothly sycophantic voice purrs nearby. "May I take your coats?" Angel turns his head to look at the slight man standing a foot away, wearing a pair of incredibly tight trousers that were obviously painful. The main picks up a coat hanger and waits.

Reluctantly, Angel slips out of his coat and hands it over. Spike looks at Angel, the silent question obvious as to whether or not he should remove his coat.

Taking the ticket for his coat, Angel starts to turn away. He's interrupted by the man clearing his throat. Raising one eyebrow, Angel turns to look coolly back at him. "Your companion's coat?"

Angel growls inaudibly at the question, and shakes his head. "No thank you. He'll keep it on."

The man behind the counter raises an eyebrow. Masters usually come here to display their slaves, but to each his own. He buzzes the door, letting the two of them into the club proper.

It is a maze of platforms and alcoves and play pits, with activities going on in most of them. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, pain, pleasure, sex, and blood. The lighting is low except for spotlights on the show platforms.

Sighing in relief, Angel takes a step forward, only to be stopped by a burly bouncer. "I'm sorry sir." The man says in a deep voice. "No coats are allowed to be worn inside the club." He gestures towards Spike. Angel glares at him, but the man just looks placidly back at him. Spike turns to Angel. His arms are chained under the coat, so he can't remove it himself.

With a small snarl, Angel turns around, removing Spike's coat with jerky movements before handing it over to the coat attendant. The attendant gives Spike an appreciative once-over as he's revealed. Returning his eyes to Angel, he finds a black glare being sent his way. The man swallows and turns away to hang up Spike’s coat with Angel’s.

"Come on boy." Angel orders, grabbing Spike's arm and dragging him through the doorway. Spike whimpers as he is pulled at the weight jerks again. He looks every inch the properly submissive slave as they move into the club.

Many eyes move to size them up as they enter the club itself. Angel glances around, noting with dismay the different levels and hiding places and doorways. He wants to get this done as soon as possible, which means either walking around, checking every alcove and letting everyone in each see his childe, or moving them both to the middle of the room and hoping that most people will be too caught up in what they're doing to notice Spike and Angel as they scan the club.

He decides to go with the latter and pulls Spike across the room to a small table and couch near the center. "Dance for me. And look around discreetly while you do it." He growls quietly as he lounges, seemingly indolently, in on the sofa. Spike nods slightly, and he starts moving to the pulsing Goth music that plays in the small club - not loud enough to mask screams, but loud enough to keep private conversations private. Of course the movements cause the weight to sway, and Spike's face is eloquent with the little agonies of it as he moves.

Fixing his face in the direction of Spike's gyrating body, Angel lets his eyes slide around the room. Sparks of amber appear in his irises as he uses a touch of his vampire sight to see into the dark recesses around the room. Spike keeps moving with the dance, his chains clinking as he bends and arches, the dance getting increasingly erotic, more and more people starting to watch.

Slowly Angel finds his eyes drawn away from their task to watch his childe fully, his cock hardening in his leather pants. The flashing lights of the club paint Spike's smooth skin with rainbow colors, highlighting then hiding the dips and ridges of muscle and tendon and bone. Angel swallows; his throat and lips dry with want. Spike is still scanning the club, but otherwise all his attention is on his Sire. He uses all his exquisite grace and muscle control, making his body an erotic picture as he moves.

Unable to help himself, Angel reaches out to trail his fingers over Spike's body. His chest and stomach, back and thighs, hips and glorious ass. Spike moans softly, mixed in with the little pained whimpers from the weight pulling on his abused nipples. He looks down into Angel's eyes, his own arousal so clearly obvious.

"Beautiful." Angel half sighs, half murmurs.

A flicker of movement catches Spike’s attention, and he shifts his eyes, seeing someone in a dark alcove open a hidden door and enter it, the door blending into the wall as he closes it. He looks back at Angel and whispers, never stopping his dance, "Someone just used a hidden door out of here."

"Anyone familiar from the brief?" Angel questions in a matching tone, pulled back from the brink of dragging his boy down onto his cock, *right now*, as his eyes flicker up to Spike's face.

"Couldn't see the face."

"Damn, we need to get in there."

"Then drag me off to the alcove, Master," Spike whispers in a sultry voice. "There's no one else there now, and it’s very dark.

"Righty-oh then." Angel replies brightly, in a god-awful fake English accent.

Standing, he grips Spike's head tightly with both hands, kissing him hard and deep. Spike moans into the kiss, and there are a lot of eyes and jealous men and women in the club as they watch the two of them.

Ending the kiss, Angel pushes away just far enough to wrap his fingers around the chain dangling from his chest. Turning around, Angel heads for the alcove, using the chain as a leash. Spike whimpers and scampers behind Angel, trying to keep up as he is pulled into the dark alcove with him.

Pulling Spike just a little way into the alcove, Angel wraps his arm around his waist possessively. He's aware of eyes on them as he kisses his childe, holding his head tilted back as he dominates his mouth. Spike moans, and concentrates on using a subtle variation of his Seducer power. A kind of 'don't-look-this-way' charm. It's all too easy as his own lust powers the charm, and that's at a fever pitch right now in his Sire's strong arms.

Raising his head, Angel looks over Spike's shoulder. Only a few pairs of eyes are still fixed on them. These he meets with his most sneeringly superior and triumphant expression as he caresses Spike's ass before pulling him deeper into the shadows behind them. Spike sighs as he's pulled back with Angel. He really wishes they could just fuck, like everyone in the clubs assumes they are going to right now. "Wanna undo the chain, so I can help look for the door, Sire?" He whispers.

"I suppose." Angel quirks a grin at him as he frees his wrists, not bothering to turn him around, but keeping their bodies presses front to front instead. Spike moans, pressed against Angel, their hard cocks pressing together through leather.

"Come on then." Angel whispers in the shell of his ear. "The sooner we find the sniveling little watcher and deliver him to the slayer, the sooner I can take you home and screw you." Spike whimpers and starts feeling over the wall, trying to find the catch for the hidden door. Angel joins him in searching and they quickly find it. The hidden door slides open and there are stairs going down.

Directing an amused grin at Spike at the clichéd-ness, Angel leads the way down. Spike follows, he still has to suppress little whimpers at the bouncing of the weight on the clamps.


After less than a minute they reach the base of the stairs. The only source of light is coming from underneath a door about five meters away across the dark room. They can hear the sounds of a whip hitting flesh and muffled screaming from behind the door.

"Hmm, sounds like a scream of pleasure." Angel whispers, grinning maliciously, "Maybe we've come to the wrong part of the club? Or perhaps it means that we've come to the *right* place?"

Spike grins. "Knowing what kinky little shits the Watchers are?"

There's another crack, louder, and more screaming. Angel chuckles quietly in reply, as they silently move across to the door. "Ready?" Spike nods. They bust open the door, and catch the people inside by surprise. There are two of them, one whipping the bound man, the other about to apply a hot poker to his flesh.

"Oh honestly." Angel says with derision. "How boring. Is this it? I expected something more...unpleasant. I thought you were supposed to be torturing the man not indulging in foreplay." He grins cheerily at the occupants of the room.

The two men growl and turn to face the newcomers, dropping into gameface.

"Which one do you want childe? Whip or hot poker?" Angel asks, tilting his head consideringly.

Spike grins. "I'll take the whip, you've got more skin protection." He lets his own gameface drop, using the chain attached to one cuff as a weapon as he closes to fight.

"Ok then." Angel's demon comes forth as he moves towards the vampire wielding the poker. "Let's see if you've got any skill with that thing shall we?" The other vampire circles around, stabbing out with the poker, trying to hit Angel with the glowing red end. "Oh come on!" Angel calls tauntingly. The vamp snarls and presses in again, overextending and Angel is able to grab his arm.

Meanwhile Spike and the whip-wielding demon are clinched in close combat.

Sighing, Angel shakes his head as he tightens his hand, crushing the bone beneath his grip as he forces the arm inwards to shove the red hot metal through the stomach of the vampire wielding it. Stepping away quickly he watches, nose wrinkled, as it burns into stinking ash.

The whip-wielding vamp grabs the weight and pulls it hard, drawing a scream from Spike, quickly followed a snap as Spike breaks his neck, the vampire crumbling into dust.

A split second after the crackle of snapping vertebrae, Angel is pulling Spike into his arms, leaning down to lave tortured nipples with a cool tongue. Spike moans and wraps his arms around Angel's neck. "Ohhhh god."

"You ok baby?" Angel coos, removing the nipple clamps slowly and lapping up the small drops of blood caused by the harsh pull.

"M'fine.” Spike nods. “Stupid bastard shouldn't have pissed me off like that."

"Don't worry baby, we can go kill more stupid minions later." Running his tongue up Spike's breastbone and over his collarbone, Angel nuzzles into his neck, nipping at the skin. Spike moans and tilts his neck for his Sire, making submissive noises.

Both are completely ignoring the whimpering Watcher on the framework behind them. Angel takes Spike's mouth in a hungry kiss, pulling him hard against him.
Spike groans and purrs, rubbing against his Sire. Quickly becoming carried away, Angel backs Spike up against the wall, still kissing. Spike wriggles against Angel, completely lost in his Sire.

The Watcher on the framework, had they bothered to look closely, was familiar to them both. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. And his eyes widen as he watches the two vampires kiss and rub together. Angel's hands slide over Spike's delectable ass as he starts to rock into his childe's body. "Mine."

"Yours, all yours." Spike groans and nods.

Growling, pleased, Angel lifts one of Spike's legs to wrap around his waist.
Spike slides himself against Angel, moaning, rubbing his bulge against Angel's.
"My boy." Angel's fingers slide between his ass cheeks, to press against his opening, rubbing the leather string against the sensitive skin there.

Spike moans and whimpers. "Your boy, only yours."

Groaning, Angel presses even closer. It's then that he finally becomes aware of another scent in the air. Along with the smell of his childe's arousal and his own, he can smell that of another. Letting Spike regain his footing, he turns around to fix a predatory amber gaze on the human across the room.

Wesley’s eyes open wide and he squeaks into the gag. He can't help his own arousal, and it's not his fault he'd strapped to a X-frame in a room with two horny vampires.

"Well well, what do we have here." Angel purrs, sauntering closer.

Spike grins and moves along with his Sire. "That son-of-a-bitch Whistler...he might have *told* us who we were rescuing. Look at the stiffy. Poor little Watcher." Wesley whimpers and pulls uselessly on the bonds.

"Indeed. It would have been nice to know that it was such an important scion of the Watchers that was here waiting for us." Angel smirks. Wesley whimpers again and wriggles as much as he can. He's worried his rescuers may turn out to be more dangerous than his captors. "And here I was expecting it to be some minor Watcher of the colonial branch." Angel stands before the bound man, eyes on the hard on outlined by the ragged pinstripe trousers as he grins mockingly. "But no...it's Roger Wyndam-Pryce's little boy himself." Wesley's eyes open wide. He knows them, of course, they are infamous. But how do they know him?

Reaching up, Angel removes the gag with false solicitousness. "Can you tell me his name William? Have you been a good boy and kept up with your... studies?"

"Wesley." Spike grins. "Dru and I actually saw him arrive at the Watcher's college. We used to kidnap baby Watchers occasionally, break them in right. Wesley just barely missed getting an education."

Wesley takes a deep breath. "Yes, that is my name," he manages in a somewhat strained voice. "You are here to rescue me?"

"Yes." Angel grins wickedly. "The PTB sent us."

Spike grins as well. "We'll have to disguise you to get you out of here. Have to make you fit in. So you'll have to lose the clothes." He starts looking around, getting little leather shorts, a collar, a gag, a hood, and some wrist cuffs and chain. "Think this is enough Sire?" Angel turns to look at what he's gathered.

"Oh I think so." Turning back to Wesley his grin turns wolfishly, "For now."

Wesley shivers at that. "I...I have to wear...*that*? In public?"

"Unless you'd rather we leave you here?"

"No!" Wesley adds. "I'm sorry, shouldn't question your professional judgment on these things."

Chuckling Angel leans closer. "Oh it is my judgement. Because, not only would they never believe it if we led you out dressed any different, after all we're vampires and you're a human, but..." Here he leans down to scent over Wesley's neck. "You're about as sub as they come." Wesley shivers and that and blushes. It embarrasses him that it is that obvious. Spike chuckles.

"We'd better get him dressed up and out of here before someone comes looking."

"I guess you're right." Angel sighs and reaches out to free a wrist. "Shame, he looks so pretty on this cross."

Spike grins, and whispers so only Angel can hear him. "Well, we have one at the mansion."

"True." Angel replies with a smile as he helps Wesley down. "See to him will you childe?" He says, stepping away once Wesley has his balance. Spike gets Wesley stripped the rest of the way, and helps him into all the gear. Wesley is fairly weakened by his treatment, but he blushes and his cock is rock hard as Spike touches him, and as he is slowly turned into an anonymous hooded sub, unable to see or speak.

"Very pretty." Angel whispers for his childe's ears. "Perhaps he'd make a nice present for your brother? Or would you prefer him for yourself?"

Spike looks back at Angel. "Up to you Sire, but I do think a Watcher would make such a pretty pet. Especially Roger's boy, as much trouble as Roger gave me."

"Oh? What kind of trouble?" Angel asks, circling the now fully restrained Watcher.

"Nearly captured me and Dru once. Sicked that mob on us in Prague."

"Really." Angel's voice is a monotone, but his suddenly frozen body language speaks of his anger at that.

"Yeah. Not his fault, of course," indicating Wesley, "but it would be nice revenge to make his little boy a pet."

Chuckling darkly, Angel steps up and presses his chest against the watcher's back. "Hear that Wesley?" He nearly purrs the name. "Your daddy nearly killed my little girl. So we're gonna take it out of your hide." A hard slap to said hide punctuates the statement. "But don't worry, I just *know* a little sub like you will just *love* it." Wesley whimpers into the gag, unable to do much of anything else. He's really worried now. Two vampires of their reputation, he might almost be better left with his captors.

"Oh come now, no need to be scared. We won't hurt you. Too much." Angel grins at Spike, "Or at least not in such a way that you won’t be desperate for more."

Spike chuckles at that. "Oh yes, Wesley. You're going to get used beyond all your little public-school-bottom-boy dreams." Wesley shivers as the three of them move out of the room. Spike being led by Angel, Wesley's short leash held by Spike to guide him along.

Once they're back in the club itself, Angel winds his way towards the exit, striding arrogantly through the room. They are the subject of many stares again...especially since once back in the club Spike had put the nipple clamps...and the weight...on poor gagged Wesley.

Handing the ticket over, Angel waits for the attendant to fetch their coats. Answering the comments of "Found another pretty toy? You have impeccable taste." without snapping the man's neck makes Angel feel quite accomplished as he hands Spike his coat. Spike slides the coat on.

Of course Wesley has no coat, and so will be dragged out onto the public street looking like this. But his genitals are covered so he's street legal. Spike chuckles wickedly as they walk out the door and poor Wesley realizes they're in public. He whimpers and makes muffled sounds into the gag, obviously urging them to do something.

"Did you hear something Will?" Angel asks blandly as they navigate across the street.

Spike chuckles. "Nothing important." Wesley subsides to an occasional whimper and they get to the car. Spike shoves him in the small backseat on his belly, taking some extra rope there and tying his ankles together, and pulling him into a hogtie just for fun. Angel watches him fondly as he plays with their new toy.

"Straight back to the mansion then? I find myself in a much better mood than I thought I would be."

"I'm thinking so.” Spike grins. “Whistler didn't say we had to turn him over, did he? Just said we had to rescue him." Wesley moans into the gag and wriggles in the hogtie, his arousal and pain both obvious to the vampires.

"That's true. And we can always semi-hand him over once we've got him trained." Angel slides into his seat and starts the engine. Wesley groans at that and struggles some more, uselessly. Spike reaches back and smacks the leather-clad ass.

"I think our new pet is objecting to his upcoming treatment."

"Only for appearances sake." Angel replies airily as he turns his car back towards Sunnydale.

A short ride later, made very pleasant by the moans and whimpers and struggles of the bound Wesley, and they are back at the mansion. Spike unties the rope and pulls him out, still holding him by the short leash. "What do you think, some pictures tonight, just to make sure he stays a good boy?"

Angel nods his agreement. "I'll let you take care of that as well as getting changed, while I go and check on the girls. Then we can all have some fun." His eyes sparkle as he leers over at Spike before heading inside. Spike drags the uselessly struggling and protesting Wesley inside and down to the dungeon.

He gets out the camera, setting Wesley up for a lovely series of pictures, some hooded, others unhooded, before he just leaves him naked and gagged, bound to the x-cross, while he gets changed.


Angel heads upstairs and down the landing. Pushing open the door to one of the guest rooms, he pauses to appreciate the scene that he's come upon. Harmony is bent over the side of the bed whimpering and sweat-soaked as Cordy fucks her hard with a huge pink strap on. Lovely. Cordelia looks up with a grin, continuing to fuck Harmony hard.

"Ladies." Angel says as he moves further into the room. "Having fun?"

"Oh yes," Cordelia says, still grinning. She grabs Harmony's hair and pulls it back. "What about you Harm?"

Harmony gasps and whimpers. "Yes."

Chuckling Angel takes a seat on the end of the bed. "That's good."

Thighs starting to shake with the need to come, Harmony mewls desperately. "Please Cordy!" Cordelia looks at Angel.

"Hmm, I'll let Angel decide. Does she get to cum?"

Grinning with dark pleasure Angel pretends to consider. "Well...how many times have you let her come already tonight?"

Cordelia grins and chuckles. "I haven't yet. I keep stopping when she gets close then start again."

"Good girl." Angel purrs. "You're learning." Harmony's mewls and whimpers become louder and more desperate as they talk. Cordelia chuckles louder, yanking on Harmony's hair again.

"Yes, well Harm used to do it to me. But I think she's regretting that about now."

"Ah yes. Revenge. William is enjoying some revenge right about now too." Angel muses as he slides his hand beneath Harmony's heaving chest to torment one peaked and raw nipple, causing the blonde to shriek with pained pleasure.

Cordelia smiles. "Good for him. I'm finding I like it a *lot*. But you'll keep coming back for it, won't you Harm? Even if you don't get to cum tonight?"

"Yes Cordy." Harmony nearly sobs her agreement, gasping for shuddering breath. "Please Cordy, please let me cum. I'll do anything, I swear."

Cordelia looks back at Angel. "Think that's good enough begging?"

"Hmm, she definitely sounds desperate enough." Raising the girl's chin Angel looks into her flushed face and glazed eyes. "Looks like she's about to pass out." He chuckles. And he's right. Harmony can feel her vision starting to spark and gray around the edges.

Cordelia nods and leans over Harmony. "You can cum. We'll discuss what you'll do later." And she thrusts hard and fast into Harmony abused pussy.

"Oh GOD CORDY!!!" Harmony screams as she comes, body quaking as he knees slip from underneath her. Her shriek of pleasure is cut off as she passes out into a puddle of girl on the floor.

Angel throws back his head and laughs. "Told you."

Cordelia laughs too. "So you did. Just wait til you see what I'm going to make her do." She grins evilly. "Got a contract all written up."

"Really?" Angel drawls - he feels smug, he just knew Cordelia would prove to be a perfect addition to the family. The thought of how wicked she'll be as a vampire makes him shiver with pleasure. "What is it?" Cordelia takes it out and shows it him. Standard sex-slave-pet stuff, pretty much signing over her free will.

She blinks up at Angel. "Found it in one of Giles' secret books. Magically binding and all, if you sign it in blood." Angel's eyes glitter as he cups her chin.

"Clever girl." He purrs approvingly, leaning down to kiss her. She moans into the kiss and presses against him.

Pulling her up into his lap, Angel rolls them on the bed, pressing her into the mattress. "Did your little toy make you come Cordy?" He whispers hotly against her lips.

She looks up at him. "Not for a while yet."

"Oh?"

"Been too intent on driving her crazy."

"Ahh." Angel nods as he pushes both knees between hers, forcing her to let him press his leather covered crotch against her mound.

She moans and arches against him. "Ohhhh god Angel."

"You're going to come for me though aren't you Cordy?" He asks, rocking his hips against her.

She whimpers. "Oh yes, as soon as you say." She can feel herself already so close, rocking against his hardness.

"Good girl. Come. Now." Angel leans down bites hard at her neck with blunt teeth. Cordelia screams as she arches hard against him, and her insides flutter and clench. The crotch of his leathers is coated in her juices now. Chuckling, Angel whispers in her ear, "That's my good little whore."

Cordelia nods and moans and gasps. "Yes Angel. Your whore."

Pushing up of the bed, Angel stands beside it, looking down at her. "Once Harmony's signed your contract. Cover yourself but keep her naked and then come downstairs. William and I have brought a new toy home, you can watch us play if you'd like."

Cordelia grins. "Thank you Angel. Can I tie her to the bed?"

"If you want." Angel nods, "Or you can bring her with you. Your choice."

"Don't know if she's ready for the dungeon yet."

Angel shakes his head. "We'll be in the bedroom. "Don't want to break our new toy *too* quickly." Angel's smirk is truly wicked as he backs away from the bed. "Not that it isn't tempting."

Cordelia giggles as she eases Harmony up onto the bed. "I'll see you in there."

With a jaunty wave, Angel leaves the room and heads downstairs and then down into the dungeon. Spike has just gotten dressed and is lightly teasing Wes' nipples with a little crop as Angel comes down.

"Having fun mo cridhe?" Angel asks lightly as he comes over to stand behind wrap his arms around him. Spike chuckles and moans, turning to kiss Angel.

"Yes. He photographs very well."

"Mmm. I'm not surprised. He's a pretty little thing. Not as pretty as you or Penn though." Angel deepens the kiss slowly. Spike whimpers into the kiss, pressing against his Sire as Wesley watches the two of then.

"Shall we take our new toy upstairs and 'gently' start his lessons?" Angel nips at Spike's lips between words.

Spike whimpers and mewls. "I guess we should let him have a bit of a break. He's had a hard week." His eyes twinkle wickedly.

"Not as hard as this next week is going to be." Angel grins, leering down at Wesley's erection. Turning back to Spike he smirks as he asks, "Cock ring?"

Spike nods. "Oh yes, I think so."

"You choose this time." Angel lets Spike go and gestures towards the huge chest along the wall. Spike moves over...He gets out a black tube with a lock.

"I think this will do. Nice for long-term wear." Wesley moans pitifully into the gag.

Angel smirks cruelly as he flicks the end of the Watcher's prick. "Nice choice."

Pressing his hand against his abdomen, he runs it roughly upwards to curve over his collarbone and the base of his throat. Wesley whimpers as he feels Angel's hand on the base of his throat. Meanwhile Spike comes over to lock Wesley's cock in the chastity device.

"I got to watch a lovely sight upstairs." Angel says conversationally as he starts to remove Wes from the X-frame.

"What was that?" Spike asks. He's just fitting the lock on properly and is undoing the legs straps.

"Our girl fucked her new dolly unconscious." Angel purposely phrases his words to frighten the watcher. Spike chuckles at that even as Wes' eyes widen and he whimpers. "And it seems she's been into Ol' Rippers books, learnt some interesting things she had." Angel can't help the twist of his lips on the name Ripper. Wesley's eyebrows rise at that. He's heard that nickname for Giles before, apparently.

"Our girl seems to be a fast learner." Spike laughs.

"She does. Wonder if our new pet will learn as fast?" Angel moves away to choose a paddle off the wall rack.

"Oh, I should hope so. Watcher and all, he should learn quickly enough." Spike's smile as he jerks the short leash is not a pleasant one. Wesley whimpers as he is pulled forward. He doesn't try to resist, though. He'd not stupid enough to think of even trying to physically resist two Master vampires.

Finally settling on a plain black paddle, Angel leads the way to the door. "Bring him up to bedroom. I said that's where we'd be. That I didn't want to break our new toy too quickly." He grins viciously over his shoulder. Wesley again whimpers, both at the vampire's expression and at the obviously well used nature of the paddle. Spike chuckles wickedly and guides him up the stairs towards the bedroom.

Holding the leash close, keeping Wes almost on tiptoe as they enter, he looks at Angel. "Where shall we have him to start?"

Glancing around negligently Angel points at the corner. "Well when we start the *real* fun. Bent over with his palms on the wall should do. But first..."

Wesley whimpers at that and Spike grins at him. "But first?"

Angel returns his grin. "I think he needs to prove he's worthy of our attention. Especially after we went to such trouble to rescue him. Don't you think so?"

"Mmm. Yes." Spike moves over and pushes Wesley back onto the bed. He unbuckles the gag at last.

Wesley looks between the two of them. "Wh-wh-what are you wanting me to do?" He had lots of other questions but he didn't think they'd get answered right now.

"Oh, I'm sure as a public school boy like you can guess the answer to that." Angel smirks.

Spike chuckles. "So you want his ass while he sucks my cock?" Spike asks his Sire.

"Hmm, delightful idea childe. We should make him prep himself don't you think?" Angel wraps one arm around Spike's hips, giving him a quick squeeze. Spike grins.

"Oh yes." He tosses a tube of lube to Wesley. "Get started. You'll want as much as prep as you can get with my Sire. He's going to introduce you to a whole new level of buggery." Wesley whimpers at that, looking at the size of the bulge in Angel's pants, and starts squirting lube up into his rear passage.

Dropping his head to nuzzle at Spike's ear, Angel takes hold of his hand, pulling it over to rest on his crotch. "Why don't you show him what he's going to be taking."

"With pleasure." Spike rubs a bit on the leather itself, smelling Cordelia's scent rising as he rubs. Then he kneels to start undoing the leather, easing it down and bringing Angel's cock into view. Poor Wesley, who already is working two fingers into himself, all but sobs.

"Was that a gasp of eagerness we heard?" Angel asks Spike disingenuously as he strokes Spike's cheek.

"I think it was," Spike replies with a purr, rubbing against Angel's hand.

About that time Cordelia comes into the room, dressed only in a little baby-doll nightie. "I see I made it in time for the show."

"You did." Angel holds his free hand out to her. "You look lovely." He compliments.
She takes his hand and comes over to him, lifting up for a kiss. "Thank you. My new property's all signed, sealed, delivered, and currently hogtied on the bed." Wesley is almost distracted from his frantic efforts to lube and stretch himself by the casual cruelty of what looks like a high school girl.

"That's nice." Angel says fondly, kissing her lightly. "Cordy found a contract in Giles' books and has managed to get Harmony to sign it already." He tells Spike.

Spike chuckles. "Oh, that's priceless." He beams at Cordelia. "Signed in blood?"

Cordelia nods. "Yep. Prepped the pen while she was unconscious from finally getting to cum, and she promised to do anything if I let her, so I made her sign it when she woke up."

"As I said, clever girl." Angel grins. Pulling Spike to his feet, Angel tugs him into his side and wraps his other arm around Cordy as they all turn their attention to the man on the bed.

Cordy giggles. "So who is he?"

"Ah forgive my manners young lady." Angel says smoothly. "This would be Wesley Wyndam Pryce. A Watcher."

"Like Giles?"

Spike chuckles. "Well in a manner of speaking. Though definitely a bottom-boy-type." Wesley opens his mouth to object, but then thinks better of it.

Angel smirks at his hesitation. "You remember all that trouble with the DuLac Cross?" He asks Cordy.

Cordy nods. "Oh yeah. With Drusilla and the Church."

"Well it was all the fault of Wesley's dear father. William tells me it was him who set the mob on Drusilla and him." Angel explains.

Cordy gasps and her lips curve wickedly. "That's what you meant about William getting revenge?" Angel nods.

Spike chuckles. "Exactly. That plus little Wesley's here is in serious need of becoming a pet."

"Like I am?" Cordy asks, glancing across at the younger vampire.

"Mmm, much more so, sweet Cordy. He just needs to be on someone's leash full-time." Wesley squirms at that, not happy at being discussed like he's not there.

"Plus, while he may be our Pet too, he is most definitely *not* your equal." Angel grins evilly down at the trembling man. "That means once Will and I have broken him in, you're free to have your fun with him whenever we aren't."

"Oh wow!" Cordy grins brightly, clapping her hands. After a moment her grin turns devious, "I think I'd like that."

Wesley whimpers, his eyes widening. "D-d-don't I get even a choice about this?" He asks, summoning up more courage than he thought he had.

"Don't be silly." Angel's eyes are dancing cruelly as he answers. "After all, we rescued you from other vampires. That means you’re our toy according to vampire law. And since the PTB have done nothing to contradict us..." Angel pauses and cocks his head as if waiting for some sign from the PTB. "..that means they're ok with it."

Spike grins. "Exactly. So you'd best just learn to enjoy it. And you *will* enjoy it, I can tell." Wesley groans and drops his head, pushing a third finger up into himself. Spike turns to Cordelia. "You like his little cage?"

Cordy finally notices the black plastic contraption of Wesley's dick and rolls her eyes at herself for not noticing earlier. "Is that what it's called? A cage?"

"Yeah, or a chastity device, among other things." He grins at Cordy. "Once you get to play with him we'll make sure you have a key so you can use him if you want to...though of course he only gets to cum if you let him."

Beaming at him, Cordy nods. "Oh thank you. And it looks really good on him."

Angel chuckles and fondles her ass. "You ought to find a comfortable seat, Will and I were just about to spit roast him."

At Cordy's confused expression, his chuckles grow louder. Spike grins. "A cock at both ends, pet. Which considering the cocks involved, it really will be spit roasting."
Wesley whimpers again, squirting in more lube, frantically, and Spike strips down out of his T-shirt and jeans. For the first time Wesley sees what he's going to have in his mouth and he makes another little sobbing sound.

Mouth forming an 'O' of comprehension, Cordy giggles as she moves away from Angel to crawl along the bed to sit curled up against the headboard. "Is here ok?" At Angel's nod, she wriggles around to get comfortable.

Following Spike's lead, Angel strips off his own clothes. Spike grins and moves to one end of the bed. "On hands and knees, pet," he orders Wesley. Wesley moves, reluctantly, to comply and Spike grabs his short leash.

Angel chuckles at Wesley's reluctance. "He seems to be trying to hide his eagerness."

Spike pets Wesley's hair, gripping it hard. "Well he'll learn to express his appreciation better over time." Wesley whines softly at the pain of having his hair gripped.

"No doubt." Angel raises his hand and brings it down on the human's left ass cheek, slapping him smartly. "Aren't you glad you weren't so reticent Cordelia?"

"Oh yes Angel." Cordy nods, her eyes are alight with mischief and arousal. Wesley yelps at the smack to his cheek.

Spike looks over at Angel. "Probably best you start. I don't think I want to chance my cock in his mouth when your monster cock splits him open. Though I suppose I could use a ring gag, just to be safe."

Angel smirks and reaches for the lube, "It's up to you."

Spike looks at Wesley. "Mmm, ring gag I think. I don't think he'll be able to keep discipline while you're in his arse." He looks over at Cordelia. "Cordy, pet, be a dear and get a ring gag from the cabinet. A nice big one, but not the biggest, that's for when Sire wants his mouth." Wesley's eyes widen and he unconsciously shakes his head, trying to deny what is about to happen. Cordy nods and slides off the bed, padding across the room to the small cabinet against the far wall.

Slapping him on the arse again, Angel questions, "Are you saying no pet?"

Wesley's eyes widen. "Not at all." He shivers. "I didn't mean to..."

"Well see that you keep better control of yourself in future. Else we'll have to punish you. You don't want to be punished, do you?" Angel strokes the red handprints on the pale skin of Wesley's ass as his other hand smoothes plenty of lube over his cock.

Coming back to the bed, Cordy holds up a gag, and mouths at Spike, "This one?"
Spike nods, and looks down at Wes. "Open wide, pet. Cordy's gonna put in your gag." He looks back at Cordy. "Put the top part up against the top of his mouth, then force the lower part in. Strap it nice and tight."

Crawling up onto the bed, Cordy waits for Wesley to open his mouth before following Spike's instructions. She fumbles a bit as she pushes the lower part in, her long thumbnail scratching the skin of Wesley's inner lip. "Oops." She winces a little and glances up at Spike. Wesley whimpers at the scratch, but Spike just smiles and pets Cordy's hair.

"We all have to experiment. You're doing fine." The slight smell of blood on the air makes Spike's cock twitch. Smiling with relief, Cordy works on the straps, pulling them tight. Angel watches her, smiling a little. The hand on his cock is still smoothing up and down, while the other has slid down until he can press his thumb against Wesley's entrance. Spike grins at Cordy and pets her hair again. "Sire, you think Cordy might use some nipple clamps on him while we break him in?" Wesley whimpers, his jaw already aching from the stringent ring gag. His ass reflexively tightens as Angel's thumb presses against it.

"Hmm." Angel tilts his head consideringly. "Would you like that Cordy?" Grinning as she nods eagerly he leans over to flick his tongue over one of her nipples. "Go and choose a pair then."

Giggling Cordy jumps off the mattress and goes back to the cabinet. Spike chuckles. "Ah what a treat, little Watcher. Three people spoiling you proper." He begins teasing, pressing the tip of his head in and out of Wesley's open mouth.

Pressing his thumb inside the tightly clenched rings of Wesley's ass, Angel chuckles along with him. "And who knows, this time next week he could be being spoiled by *four* of us." Wesley whimpers more as Angel's thumb pushes into him.

Dropping the bombshell, Angel watches Spike's face for his reaction. Spike's eyes widen and he beams. "Penn? You've contacted him?" From where she's sorting through the toys in the cabinet, Cordy perks up curiously.

"Not quite. My contacts tell me he's in Turin. I've told them to find out where he's staying." Idly, Angel twists his thumb around as his attention stays on his childe.

"Who's the fourth then?" Spike presses his cock in further, just the head, and pulls on Wesley's hair. "Lick," he orders, then looks back at Angel.

"Oh I did mean Penn. It shouldn't take long for him to get here once we've got an address for him." Angel smiles, switching his thumb for two fingers. Wesley groans at the substitution, and falters in his licking. Spike grips tighter and smacks his cheek.

"Don't stop boy," he orders again, and Wesley resumes licking his cock head. Cordy's heart races at the thought of another vampire, wondering what he looks like, whether he's as gorgeous as Angel and William. Picking out a pair of clamps, she returns to the bed.

Roughly scissoring his fingers, Angel smirks, "Is he misbehaving already?"

Wesley groans at the motion, and Spike nods. "Naughty little boy stopped licking when you stuck in your fingers. I was right about the gag. No discipline, this one."

"Ah well, we'll soon sort him out. And if not, we'll just let Penn work on him for a few weeks. You've heard of my Gabriel haven't you Watcher?" Angel smacks him as he asks. Wesley groans and nods slightly in response. He shivers in horror at the idea of being turned over to Penn.