*****
Ethan's 'treatment' was working: Xander, Buffy and Willow saw Giles take a deep, shuddering breath, his head tilting back as he inhaled. The sorcerer glanced at the monitors. Now his old mate's pulse was strong and steady, his breathing was deeper, and colour was returning to his skin. Giles moaned, opened and screwed up his eyes. The light hurt them, but he succeeded in keeping them opened.
"Hello, old chap," Ethan said, quite happy to see Giles was conscious. "How are you feeling?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You don't have a question a little more intelligent than that one, Ethan?"
Giles looked around the room, confusion clearly visible on his face, "What? Where? Oh! Hospital!"
Xander moved over to the bed in which his lover lay and crushed his lips on his. Buffy and Willow, embarrassed, looked down at their feet and Ethan stared at the two men in utter surprise. Then flames of jealousy burnt in his eyes as the Watcher kissed the boy back, moaning and wrapping his arms around him. Ripper was HIS. He rushed towards the couple, grabbed Xander by his shoulder and shoved him away from Giles.
"Stay away from him! He's mine! Always will be!" Ethan told the boy menacingly, tightening his fists, bluish magical energy glowing around them. "He belongs to no one but me!"
Giles glared at Ethan and groaned. "I don't belong to you anymore, Ethan! I belong to Xander now. I'm HIS, not yours. I don't love you anymore, but I love him deeply, madly. Understand? Now get out of here and leave Sunnydale before Buffy kicks your ass and breaks all your bones."
Ethan bent over Giles, murmured something in Latin and took his face in his hands, then pulled him forward into a kiss. Xander wanted to hurl the sorcerer out of the room and then pummel him, but froze when he saw his lover's fingers slide up into the wavy hair at the nape of Ethan's neck, holding his head still while he attacked his mouth, moaning.
"Giles… but…" he croaked, aghast.
Ethan moved back from Giles and gave a victorious grin. "See? He's mine." He stroked the Watcher's jaw then placed a finger on his lips. Giles licked it then sucked on it, making playful wet noises to arouse Ethan. "See? Ripper wants me."
Xander frowned. "You're a sorcerer! You have used magic to "bewitch" him! He doesn't love you! You heard him! "
The sorcerer giggled. "Yes, I have "bewitched" him... when kissing him. Now he's mine again. Go play with boys your own age and forget Ripper. The man is MINE."
Xander sent a distressed look to Buffy and Willow, wanting them to help him somehow, but the two young women didn't look at him. They were watching Giles licking Ethan's palm like a dog would lick his Master's hand to show his affection. Both felt `eeewed'.
"Buffy, do something to help me, please," Xander asked his best friend. "Giles is mine."
"Not any more, Xander," Buffy told her friend. "But we'll find a way to break Ethan's spell, won't we, Willow?"
Willow nodded. "Sure, we will!"
Ethan giggled. "You can try…but there's no way to break this spell."
Willow was the first to leave the room. Buffy took Xander's hand and pulled him behind her while heading to the door.
When the teenagers were in the corridor, Ethan kissed Giles on his forehead this time. "Mine, " he said, feeling so very happy.
*****
Giles' place, three days later.
Ethan opened the chest placed at the end of the bed on which his pet sat, naked, waiting impatiently for his orders. It was time to play with his Ripper. From it he took four silk scarves, and a cock ring with a velcro fastening.
"On your back, Ripper!"
Giles complied with pleasure, shivering with anticipation. Slowly and gently Ethan tied first his pet's wrists, then his ankles. When his slave was bound he stepped back and with a mischievous smile parted his legs and began to pump his own penis, never taking his eyes off Giles. The Watcher was now fully erect and bucking his hips helplessly.
"Yes, slave?" Ethan asked, with a mischievous smile. "Do you want to ask me something?"
"Master, please..."
"Beg for what you want, slave. That's a good boy," Ethan said mockingly, his right hand stroking his cock while his left hand played with his balls.
"Please fuck me, my Master!"
Ethan chuckled. "You're a slut, Ripper! Are you sure you want my dick in your ass?"
Giles nodded. "Yes please, my Master…"
"Greedy boy!"
Ethan was approaching the bed when he noticed Ripper's ex-lover heading towards him, his right fist raised. The boy hauled back and hit him hard, square in the jaw, with everything he had. Everything went black. The sorcerer collapsed on the floor like deadweight, KOed. Xander then sat on the bed next to Giles, surveying him with possessive eyes.
"I love you, Giles! I love you so much! And you're mine! * mine *," the young man said, "You're mine and not his. And now the spell." He cast a rapid spell in Latin and then kissed Giles on his lips… and moaned in pleasure and satisfaction (Giles was his lover again) when their tongues lapped gently at each other. He moved back slightly, untied Giles and asked him: "How do you feel?"
Giles sat on the bed and glanced at Ethan sprawled on the rug, out cold. "I'm fine. What happened?"
Xander was very surprised. "You don't remember? Ethan used his magic to make you his lover again at the hospital. Well, rather his pet, obviously… you were his pet twenty years ago, right?"
Giles nodded. "Yes, I loved to be dominated then, too. I was his `wild beast' he had tamed and trained."
Xander smiled, amused. "His wild beast, huh? Did you have a collar and a leash?"
"Yes. And a cage."
"Whoa! Did you love Ethan?"
"Yes, I did. But I don't love him any more… Xander you have obviously used magic too to… regain me. Willow helped you?"
The boy nodded. "Yes. She tried for days to find a way to break what Ethan did to you… He had `bewitched' you with a spell and a kiss and she didn't find anything until this morning. She found the spell Ethan cast on you in one of your books and I chanted it before kissing you… now you and I are reunited, Giles."
Giles nodded. "Yes, we are." He looked down at Ethan's prone figure again. "He needs to be punished… and I know how…"
"How?"
"Do you remember Dazan? He lives near the docks and has a harem of male galaazed demons. He helped us twice to locate a group of vampires Buffy and I dusted. He told me once he would love to have a human in his harem to play with him… and I think I've someone to offer to him…"
*
* *
Ethan regained consciousness to find himself chained, spread-eagled, to a wall in a basement. He was immediately overwhelmed by pain. There was a butt plug in his ass, a pair of tight and heavy clamps on his nipples, and he could feel the snug pressure of a cock ring around the base of his penis and testicles. He pulled on the cuffs that held him prisoner in an attempt to free himself, but didn't succeed. He jumped when the door opened, and he looked up to see a man in a white suit coming down the stairs… he gasped, realizing the man had purple skin, and was in fact a demon. He shivered in fear when he noticed he held a whip.
Dazan surveyed Ethan with possessive eyes. "You look lovely like this, you know?" He went close to the sorcerer and licked his lips. "You taste very good, human!"
"Fuck you!" Ethan growled, glaring at his tormentor to be.
"No, you won't, but I will, soon. But before that it's time for your preparations, my lovely human."
"Preparations? What preparations?"
"You will be shaved entirely and cleaned, inside and out. After that I'll start to train you as a sex slave…"
Ethan paled. "No, please…" he breathed, terrified.
Dazan grasped the sorcerer's penis, started to stroke it and grinned. "I'm sure that you'll make an excellent sex slave."
"Nooooo!"
*****
Giles' place, later.
Xander looked down at the man kneeling at his feet, his head bowed in respect for his Master, waiting for his orders, and felt a rush of power. Giles was HIS. The older man's hands were cuffed behind his back and his ankles restrained by shackles, he had a cock ring around the base of his penis and testicles and there was a heavy chain hanging from his leather collar.
Xander took the end of it and lifted Giles' chin up. "Rule number one. You're not permitted to speak until spoken to or given the right to speak."
"Yes, my Master."
"Rule number two. You're my property, my possession, and I can take you any way I want. Understood, slave?"
"Yes, my Master."
"Good! Rule number three. You will address me as `Master' or `Sir', never Xander."
"Yes, my Master."
"Good! Rule number four. You have no name other than `slave' or `sex slave' or `pet'."
"Yes, my Master."
"Good! Rule number five. From now on, if you have something to ask me you will prostrate yourself in front of me like a humble servant. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Stand up, slave!"
Giles stood up and lowered his eyes respectfully. Xander gently stroked his cheek. He kissed the other man on his lips then moved back a little. "And, finally… let me tell you that I love you, I love you so very much, I love you more than anything in the world."
Giles beamed. "I love you too, Xander… as much as you love me."
Xander nodded. "I know. Well… you have called me Xander, slave. You have broken rule number three. You're going to be punished for that. On the bed, on your elbows and knees!"
Giles obeyed happily and shivered in anticipated pleasure as his Master locked his chain to the headboard with a padlock. Xander slid one hand down to cup his lover's ass possessively. A finger circled around the older man's tight opening suggestively. Giles shivered, moaned into the pillow and shifted his knees wider. Xander took the lubricant from the bedside table and oiled two fingers. He then eased a finger inside his lover, making him gasp. He added a second finger and began thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm, gently stretching the puckered entrance. He eventually added a third just as Giles was moaning his name, over and over again, shaking in desire. Finally, Xander knew that his slave was ready.
"You want me inside you, don't you, slave?" Xander asked, retrieving a plug from the drawer in the bedside table.
Giles nodded. "Yes, my Master. Please."
Xander shook his head. "As you have broken the third rule, you're going to have a plug inside you, not me. And you're going to stay in that position while I go shopping. Understood?"
Giles nodded again. "Yes, Sir." And he gasped as Xander gently eased the plug into him. Although it was painful, he managed not to tense up, instead forcing himself to relax further. "Please forgive me, my Master. I won't break that rule anymore. I promise."
Xander stood up and slid his fingers from Giles lower back to his butt and inside the crack. "I know, slave. Now I have to go. Stay in that position and wait for me. I won't be long."
"Yes, my Master."
*****
Much later.
Xander groaned in appreciation when he came back into the bedroom. Giles hadn't moved an inch since he'd been gone. [Good boy,] he thought. He pulled the latex organ out of Giles' ass and heard the older man moan at the sensation of loss. He then rolled his lover on his side and freed him of the cock ring, which had maintained him painfully erect for hours. The Watcher mumbled a `thank you, Master' and gasped when Xander started to stroke his rock hard shaft.
"Come for me, slave!"
Giles thrashed as best he could with his wrists and ankles restrained, his neck locked to the headboard, pushing up his aching penis against his Master's fingers. He pumped up and down, hard and fast, helplessly as his desire begged to be relieved. Each stroke brought him closer to a climax and he moaned and panted as he climbed higher and higher.
"God! You're so beautiful, Giles," Xander said, finding the vision of his lover ramming his cock into his fist to be one very intoxicating sight. "You're so damn beautiful!"
Giles continued his thrusting, increasing the tempo; he knew it wouldn't be long now. He shouted at the top of his voice when he climaxed. The semen shot out to land on Xander's hand and shirt. The boy then grabbed on to his slave, spent and shaking from his powerful climax, and held him until he calmed down. For long minutes, Giles couldn't speak. Just panted.
"Are you all right, pet?" Xander asked the older man as Giles continued to try to control his breathing.
The Watcher regarded him through half-lowered lids. A tired smile surfaced and he whispered: "Yes, my Master."
Xander brushed a dark brown curl, sprinkled with silver, off Giles' forehead and then lightly touched the sweat dampened forehead with his lips. "I love you." His tongue probed Giles' mouth until the swollen lips parted, allowing his tongue to hungrily invade. He captured his lover's head between his hands, his fingers becoming entwined in the damp hair. After a time Xander broke the kiss and said again: "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Giles hissed as the boy licked the tip of his softening penis and sucked the juice beaded in the slit.
"Mmmmm… you're delicious, my pet. And I want you," Xander said before removing his lover's restraints. He kissed the bruised wrists and ankles then gently rolled Giles on his stomach. "I'll be gentle, I promise. You have suffered enough for today."
"Thank you very much, my Master, you're very kind," Giles murmured, slowly falling asleep.
Xander shook Giles' shoulder. "Don't fall asleep! I want you to participate! Be a good boy and I'll let you sleep after."
"Yes, Sir."
Xander took his pants and briefs off then moved onto the bed until he was kneeling behind Giles, and pushed the older man's legs apart. He gently raised the Watcher's stomach off the bed and placed a pillow beneath him, raising his ass slightly. He then leaned down and began to lick it, nibbling here and there from time to time, causing his pet to writhe under his touch.
"Aaaah!… My Master!…"
"Don't talk, slave!" Xander ordered. "You can sigh, whimper, moan, groan, grunt, and cry out, shout, scream, but I don't want to hear a single word, understood? Otherwise you will be punished, and you don't want to be punished again, do you?"
Giles shook his head.
"Good!"
Xander parted Giles' buttocks to reveal the puckered entrance to his body and in one lick, drew his tongue from the anus to the hot testicles. He repeated this several times, running his tongue up and down until Giles began thrusting his hips into the mattress, groaning. Xander then turned his attention to the tight orifice. He swirled his tongue around and around it, loosening the tight channel in readiness for more, and then slid the tip of his tongue inside. He started to thrust in and out. After a while Xander pulled his tongue out and replaced it with the tube of lubricant. He squeezed it and used two fingers to spread the oily substance inside his lover, enjoying his low moans and groans of pleasure. Then the boy reached for the small foil package on the bedside table. He carefully tore it open and removed the condom, rolling it onto his throbbing penis. Then taking the lube again he smoothed it slowly and carefully over the condom. He then tossed the tube aside, and with a hand resting on Giles' lower back, he guided himself towards his wanton anus.
Xander pushed gently but firmly inside, groaning at the tight heat clamping down on him as he entered the rectum. Once he was completely embedded he stilled for a moment, giving his pet time to adjust to his considerable size, as Giles' tight passage clenched around him. Soon he moved back, then angled his hips to rub his cock against Giles' prostate. A howl of pleasure was his reward as the Watcher squirmed on the bed then pushed mindlessly against him, welcoming his hard length as he rode his cock. Xander went with it and drove in and out, harder, faster, pumping in a mindless frenzy. Giles rocked with him, panting, moaning aloud, and screaming, on the verge of unconsciousness. Reaching around Xander grasped his pet's rock hard penis and stroked it in time to their coupling. Giles' hand joined his in holding it, and they pumped together. The Watcher was out of breath, could see stars in front of his eyes; he had reached bliss.
Xander suddenly withdrew, rolled Giles onto his back and shuddered at the sight of his lover, sweat pouring from his brow, face contorted in need and ecstasy. Grunting, the young man pulled his slave's legs up, placed them on his shoulders and positioned himself at his entrance again. He plunged inside the older man and carried on thrusting, hitting Giles' prostate harder each time, before finally explode with a feral cry deep inside his lover and falling forward, his face against his neck. He felt Giles arch up on the mattress underneath him and then moisture against his belly. His slave had climaxed too. He pulled back from the older man, who had passed out in ecstasy and, pulling Giles along with him, he laid down on his side, tossing the bedspread over the both of them as he did. He hugged his lover close and murmured:
"I love you."
*****
Part three