Part 3

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Hours later Xander woke to find Giles half lying on top of him, still sound asleep. He rolled Giles onto his back, waking him, then moved to the end of the bed to take a brown paper bag he had placed there the day before. From inside he took a black leather harness and black leather shorts with an opening in the front for the penis and testicles and one at the back on the level of the anus and showed them to a still sleepy Giles.

He grinned and said: "I bought these for you yesterday, my pet. I'm sure you're going to love them."

Giles nodded, thrilled to wear these accessories. He prostrated himself in front of his Master.

"May I wear them, my Master? Please? * Please * ?"

Xander shook his head. "Not yet, my beloved pet. First you need to have a shower and breakfast. After that you can wear your harness and shorts."

Giles beamed. "Thank you, my Master."

*****

Giles was heading to the kitchen when someone knocked at the door. He opened it and discovered Ethan Rayne in front of him; he was naked and his body was covered with bruises and welts. Dried and fresh blood stained his white skin here and there. He was shaking uncontrollably and his look was haunted. He was weak and terrified.

"Ripper, help me, please! Please! I escaped! He's after me! He tortured me! Please help me! Save me!"

The sorcerer moaned in pain as his legs gave out. Giles caught him in his arms before he dropped like a deadweight and hoisted him on his shoulder. He carried Ethan to the couch and laid him gently on the cushions. He then ran to look for the first aid kit in the bathroom.

Dazan knocked at the door ten minutes later and Giles spoke him. He told him he had Ethan under his protection, told him that the sorcerer was no longer his, and that he had made a mistake offering him to Dazan because he was still in love with him (it was a lie but Dazan believed it) and that Ethan was HIS. Dazan accepted losing Ethan, but in exchange he asked Giles to find him another slave. The Watcher accepted. The demon then went away.

*****

Later.

Ethan regained consciousness when Giles cleaned his wounds with cotton soaked in alcohol. The pain was atrocious and he cried out. He almost passed out again.

"Dazan did this to you, Ethan?" the Watcher asked.

The sorcerer nodded. "Yes, he raped me! He tortured me!" he glared at Giles and suddenly punched him on the nose. The Watcher cried out in pain and fell to the floor. "You bloody bastard! You gave me to him! It's entirely your fault! I'm going to kill you!"

He was pulling his fist back to punch Giles again when Xander grasped his neck and pinned him to the couch.

"Don't hurt my Giles!" the young man growled, his dark eyes flashing with anger.

"Master, please, don't hurt him," Giles asked Xander, having prostrated himself at his feet.

The boy looked down at his slave, surprised. "Why do you care for him, pet? He's a worthless piece of s…!"

Giles shifted to Watcher-teacher mode, glared at Xander and roared: "Xander, language!"

The young man blinked, very surprised by the sudden change of attitude of his slave then nodded, understanding that his lover wasn't playing any more. He was `Giles'.

"I'm sorry," he said lamely.

Giles nodded and shifted to his `his Master's slave' role again. "Yes, he's a nuisance, my Master, but I gave him to Dazan, I'm responsible for what has happened to him. He has every right to be angry with me, to hit me. What I did to him was horrible, unforgivable. I was angry with him at the time, I-I didn't realize the consequences of my actions." He looked up at Ethan, tears of misery in his eyes. "Please, beat me to a bloody pulp if you wish, Ethan."

Xander let Ethan stand up, grabbing Giles by his hair. He yanked his head backwards, leaned down and crushed his lips on the Watcher's.

"I won't beat you up, Ripper, but as reparation for what you did to me, you'll be my slave for two weeks. Don't worry, I'll treat you well, as I did more than twenty years ago." He glanced up at Xander who had opened his mouth to protest. "He's mine for two weeks! After that period he'll be yours again, my boy."

Giles nodded. "I accept. That's a… fair reparation, and a logical one. I'm yours, Ethan."

"NO! I don't accept! Never!" Xander growled.

"Please, my Master, accept this," Giles pleaded. "I need to make amends for what I did to Ethan."

Xander quivered when he saw shame, guilt, remorse and pain in his lover's wet eyes. He nodded.

"All right."

Ethan groaned in victory. "Good!" he turned towards Xander. "See you in two weeks!"

*****

Xander left ten minutes later, and Ethan grabbed Giles' collar and pulled the man behind him towards the bathroom. He turned on the shower then turned around and took a good look at the athlete that was the Watcher. Giles was a superb man, tall and broad of chest and shoulder. His body ran in straight lines from the sides of his solid torso down past his hips to the muscular thighs and long legs. Ethan focused his attention on the long penis nestled under the pubis in a mass of dark curling hair. He grabbed the limp shaft in a possessive gesture and asked his slave:

"What are you?"

"I am a sex slave."

"What is your job?"

"To do as my master commands of me and to please my master."

Ethan laughed then said: "Your previous Master trained you well, slave. Are you a good sex slave?"

"Yes, my Master."

The sorcerer stepped into the bathtub. He grunted in pain as the hot water hit his numerous bruises and welts, and then gritted his teeth. Once he was accustomed to the pain, he ordered his slave to join him and gave him the shower gel and the washcloth.

"Clean me, slave!"

"Yes, my Master." Giles said, guilt squeezing his heart. But he was also disgusted, revolted and humiliated to be Ethan's slave. He chose to shut down his brain to avoid the suffering and shifted into autopilot mode.

Giles took the shower gel in one hand and the washcloth in the other and started to wash Ethan. He cleaned the sorcerer's white, red and blue skin with caution, slowly and very gently, not wanting to hurt him. He took special care with his testicles and penis that the heat of the water had started to swell, wanting to please his new Master. And it did. Ethan started to purr and closed his eyes in pleasure.

"Suck me, slave!" Ethan commanded. "Please me."

Giles sank to his knees in the bathtub and said docilely: "Yes, my Master. I'm going to suck you to please you."

Ethan chuckled. "You really are a * slut * Ripper!"

"Yes, my Master."

Ethan tangled his fingers in his pet's wet hair. "Now suck me and keep your hands behind your back."

"Yes, my Master."

Giles placed his hands behind him and then lapped at the fluid leaking from the head of Ethan's cock, then nipped gently at the tip. Ethan moaned. The Watcher then licked and sucked the penis bobbing rigidly above his nose. He ran the tip of his tongue around the edge of the head, and then sucked on the tight sac, pulling the testicles into his mouth to caress them. The Watcher then carefully took Ethan into his mouth. He managed to deep throat him without gagging and spent a couple of minutes licking and sucking on him. Then Giles withdrew and ran his tongue over the head and gently pushed the tip of his tongue inside the slit. Ethan hissed and felt his legs become jelly.

"Ooooh! Ripper! You're still so very good at giving blowjobs! Continue! Make me come."

Billowing his cheeks, Giles sucked hard on the fat tip and then slid down as far as he could go and sucked again. Sliding his mouth up and down, he changed the pressure at whim eliciting moans, groans and grunts of pure pleasure from his new Master who was moving against him now, thrusting into his mouth and throat.

Ethan's thrusts grew harder and faster, and Giles relaxed his throat to be able to take the full length of the sorcerer's throbbing shaft. Sensing Ethan was on the edge, needing only a slight push, the Watcher slid a teasing index finger into the tight anus. Predictably Ethan screamed and exploded, pouring into Giles mouth and throat. Giles swallowed the warm rush of bitter fluid that flooded his mouth. Ethan then pulled his softening penis out of the other man's mouth and Giles cleaned it off.

"Oh, Jesus, slave. That was so good, so damn good."

"Thank you, my Master."

Ethan looked down and saw Giles' painful erection throbbing and twitching in need of release.

"Get up!"

Giles did as he was told. Ethan reached down with his right hand, running his index finger up the length of the Watcher's cock. Giles gasped and doubled over at the touch.

"I forbid you to come, slave!" the older Englishman commanded before running his fingers across Giles' testicles, tickling and teasing, rolling them between his fingers before moving further back along the other man's perineum. Giles gasped, gritting his teeth, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. "Don't come Ripper!"

"I can't… I have to… please Eth… Master! * Please! *" Giles croaked, perspiring abundantly.

"Do you have toys, slave?"

"Yes… my Master."

"In the bedside table?"

"Yes… s."

Ethan smirked. "Don't move, slave! I'll be right back! Place your hands on your head and * don't move * !"

Giles obeyed. The sorcerer left the room leaving Giles on the verge of passing out. When he came back a minute later, he held a black ebony dildo.

"I was sure you still had it, Ripper. It was your favourite toy twenty years ago, and still is, I suppose. Finish yourself with the dildo in your ass! I want to see you fucking yourself!"

"I need the lube, my Master!" Giles whispered, his face contorted in pain. "It's going to hurt."

Ethan gave him a cruel smile. "I know." He shook his head. "No lube, slave, for you! I think you're wet enough that it should slide easily inside you! Go on!"

As Giles started to insert the black wooden toy, Ethan sat on the tiled floor so that no detail would escape him. The Watcher's mouth opened as he slid the head of the fake penis into himself, slowly. He cried out at how large the dildo was. The toy was ripping him in two. The pressure was unbearable and he pulled it back out. Tears rolled down Giles' livid and hollow cheeks. A second later he pushed it back in again, forcing his anal walls to stretch uncomfortably. Ethan laughed in amusement at Ripper's pain; his eyes were riveted to the scene.

"Go on Ripper! Push!"

Giles pushed the big artificial shaft deep inside him and squirmed wildly as the head grazed his prostate. He then started a slow thrusting in and out, in and out. Ethan stared with delight as his slave's eyes rolled up in his head, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream of torturous pleasure; he was incredibly aroused by what was happening in front of his eyes. He got up and stroked all too briefly along the length of his throbbing shaft, then squeezed at the base to prevent himself from coming too soon.

Giles suddenly convulsed, stiffened, and finally ejaculated, hard, spilling hot fluid across the edge of the bathtub. His head spun and his vision faded. He collapsed to his knees on the floor, panting hard.

Ethan grabbed Giles' head, holding it in place as he plunged his rigid member in the man's opened mouth. He thrust hard and deep twice before climaxing with a deep groan of pleasure. His whole body was shaken with spasms, his legs turning to jelly as he came down that warm throat. The Watcher gurgled slightly as he swallowed, his eyes closing and squeezing out several of the tears which had pooled there. He tried to swallow Ethan's semen, but there was too much and some of it ran down his chin.

"Mine, you're mine!" Ethan whispered possessively, pulling his spent cock out of his slave's mouth. He sagged back against the wall, his legs trembling from the explosion of his orgasm. "Now be a good slave and clean me up with your tongue."

Giles said "yes, my Master" then licked the sorcerer's cock clean, looking like a cat licking a bowl full of cream.

"Oh! That was soooo good! Now slave, bring me your butt plug! The larger one, at once."

Giles withdrew the dildo from his aching rectum, managed to get up on shaky legs and then managed to walk, gritting his teeth in pain, and complied. When he came back to the bathroom Ethan ordered him to bend over the bathtub. He did it, still dumb, and waited impassively. His body reacted, he arched and his erection grew, when Ethan plunged the latex penis-shaped toy inside him, but he managed to keep his mind still blank, unable to feel. He was like a living male inflatable doll.

"Good! The plug is going to keep you stretched, open and ready for me." Ethan said, smiling, satisfied. "But breakfast first, hard fuck later. Go prepare breakfast, Ripper."

Giles nodded absently. "Yes, my Master."

*****

Two weeks later

Xander shivered, horror-struck when he saw Giles' naked body slumped against the cushions beside the headboard. He was shaken by cramps, which tensed and relaxed his muscles and he was breathing heavily. The boy looked into his lover-slave's eyes but there was nothing there. Giles was looking straight through him, as if he was invisible; his eyes were fixed and almost devoid of life. He was absent. Xander turned towards the sorcerer standing near the bedside table and glared at him.

"What did you do to him?"

"He's fine, don't worry. He's just "out" for the moment. It's the side effect of the love potion. He's going to fall asleep in a moment. And tomorrow he'll be in great shape."

Xander paled. "Love potion? What love potion?"

"Ripper wasn't very, err… let's say * responsive * and * enthusiastic * the first days he was my slave. I could have fucked a robot and it would have been the same! So I decided to prepare a love potion and give him a little of it each morning. As expected this potion transformed him into a sex beast! His only thoughts were to please me in any way he could and he eagerly accepted being sucked, rimmed, and fucked. I was even obliged to restrain him with handcuffs and shackles so that I could eat and sleep in peace," he smirked. "I have still a little of this love potion, do you want it, my boy?"

Xander shook his head. "It's not necessary. Giles loves me; he doesn't need to be drugged to get pleasure from making love to me. Your two weeks are over, leave now!"

Ethan nodded. "Ripper has paid his debt to me in full. I can leave now. Be seeing you."

Xander watched with pleasure as the man left the room, then sat next to his lover. Giles closed his eyes and fell asleep. Xander quickly undressed then wrapped his arms around the older man and waited for his lover's breath to steady. He waited to feel Giles' body relax into sleep, and then snuggled in to join him.

*****

Xander woke up the following morning in Giles' arms. His lover was half lying on him. He immediately felt something hard and warm pressing against the juncture of his thighs. The boy moved back a little from the Watcher and gently stroked his cheek then kissed him on his forehead and then on his lips. Giles moaned and his eyelids fluttered.

"I love you, Giles."

"Love… you… too," Giles whispered in a sleepy voice. "Need… sleep. Tired. Sleep."

"Sleep, yes. Good idea."

Xander yawned. He needed more sleep too. He snuggled closer to the body next to him and placed a little kiss on Giles' slightly parted lips. With a little happy sigh he closed his eyes, snuggled even closer to his lover and fell asleep, dreaming of making love to him.

*****

Giles woke up again hours later feeling wonderful. Xander was curled up to him spoon fashion, his arm wrapped possessively around his waist. He rolled over to face his lover and ran his hands over his face, fingertips tracing his jaw line and the curve of his mouth, then he gently trailed kisses across Xander's collarbone, swirling his fingers through the hair on his chest, pulling at the pink nipples nestled beneath the hair, caressing and fondling them gently, each in their turn, smiling as he heard the moans this elicited from the young man. His mouth worked its way down. He explored the nipples with his lips and tongue this time, one after another and Xander woke up uttering low, contented purrs. He then groaned deep in his throat as Giles suckled him gently, and he arched his back, wanting more. The Watcher understood and moved to his other nipple and gave it equal attention, pleased to please his Master.

Xander rolled on his back and spread his legs granting his slave permission to continue his ministrations. Giles positioned himself between them. He slid his hands down his flat stomach, and down his groin. Xander uttered a small gasp when he brushed the head of his half erect penis. He then groaned when his slave licked his way up to his navel, which he probed with the tip of his tongue. Giles slipped a finger between his lips, and slowly drew it out smiling at the view of his Master shivering with anticipation. He bent over, leaned forward and placed a reverent kiss on the boy's already glistening cock head. Giles then cupped the now fully erect member, tenderly stroking it. He adored Xander's cock. It was long and large and he loved looking at it, holding it, tasting it, and having it inside him. Xander let out a strangled scream as the Watcher's hot mouth drove down on his throbbing cock and arched into it as though he had been stabbed in the back. It felt so good! Giles drew back and closed his fingers around the eager erection bobbing under his nose, swiping his tongue up the underside a couple of times with hard strokes. Xander `aaaaahed' as his pet took the entire length of him in his mouth again. Giles moved slowly, languorously, from tip to base, his tongue and lips covering Xander's rigid shaft. Xander was so lost in this sensation, he didn't notice at first the feel of Giles' wet finger gently circling his ring of muscle and started to writhe on the bed. He felt his slave's finger slip inside and he sucked in a hissing breath between his teeth.

"Oh yes! Yes! Oh yesssss, Giles!" he cried out as the finger moved further inside him.

Giles continued to lick and suck his Master's penis as he moved his finger slowly in and out, relaxing the opening.

"Oh Geez! Take me! Take me!" Xander ordered his slave, pulling his burning cock out of Giles' mouth, watching the semen and saliva drool from the older man lips.

Giles nodded. "Yes, my Master."

Giles coated his fingers with a thick layer of gel and began to gently probe the entrance to Xander's body. He slid one finger in and watched the young man squirm with pleasure. He moved his finger carefully inside his lover until he found the prostate, causing Xander to cry out, arch and writhe on the mattress. Giles inserted a second then a third finger into his young lover to stretch his tight ring of muscle. Xander, more than ready, began to thrust against Giles' fingers. Judging that his lover was ready, Giles removed his fingers then reached for the small foil package on the bedside table. He carefully tore it open and removed the condom, rolling it down over his throbbing penis. Then taking the lube he spread a large amount of the oiled substance carefully over the condom. He then tossed the tube aside.

Giles lifted Xander's legs so that they lay over his shoulders and then taking his rock hard cock in his hands, he pushed the head inside his Master's opening. He continued to enter Xander slowly, giving his Master time to adjust to his size, until he was buried completely within his body. He groaned as he felt his member being squeezed inside of Xander as the ring of muscle tightened and then began to relax under the invasion.

"Fuck me, slave," Xander ordered, tightening his legs around Giles' back, holding him prisoner.

"Yes, my Master."

Giles slowly pulled out, ready to re-enter Xander. He then started to thrust, slowly, gently, savoring the feel of his pulsing flesh sliding back and forth inside the man and hearing his Master`s moans of pleasure, but quickly he accelerated his pace and started a strong rhythm, slamming into Xander with hard and rapid thrusts mercilessly, over and over again. He increased his speed even more, feeling the boy's orgasm welling up in him, his muscles clenching about his penis in rapture, feeling his own climax rushing upon him, crashing through him. Xander let out a hoarse cry and came, splashing his pet's stomach and chest. Giles continued to pump in and out of Xander and soon he exploded in his turn with a feral cry, his features contorted in pure bliss. He collapsed on top of Xander, breathing hard, utterly exhausted but sated and contented. Xander's chest was heaving, and his body trembling, so powerful was his climax. For long minutes the two men couldn't speak, just panted hard. The boy was the first to recover. He eased himself off Giles' now softened member. Rolling the older man onto his side, he kissed him softly then, holding the condom, pulled out, tied a knot in the end of it and dropped it in the wastebasket next to the bed. He then flopped on his back, looking at Giles, still lying on his side with a dazed expression on his face.

"Whoa! Whoa! That was incredible," Xander said, wrapping his arms around Giles. He looked into the green, sex-sated eyes, heavy lidded from pleasure. "I love you, Giles. Forever."

"I love you, Xander. Always have. Always will."

Xander held Giles tightly, grinning from ear to ear. "I think you deserve new toys as a reward for such a performance, my beloved pet."


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