Chapter Seven – The New Member

Spike finished his set and put the dumbbell back on the rack then downed half a Gatorade as he rubbed his face and neck with a towel.

Xander climbed off the exercise bike and Spike tossed his towel over a nearby piece of equipment and asked, "Xan, spot me?" as he motioned toward a weight bench.

"Sure." Xander stood at the head of the bench as Spike settled himself on it and started lifting. After twenty reps, he racked the bar and sat up.

Andrew had paused his own exercising to watch Spike and he licked his lips as Spike turned to tell Xan thanks. He really wished Buffy would have Spike fuck him again. He'd had appointments with the client several times now, but the client wasn't nearly as good as Spike had been, too focused on his own pleasure to worry about whether Andrew was having a good time. Andrew had gotten off, but his climaxes hadn't been even close to the mind-melting orgasm he'd had with Spike. And spending the last two months or so hanging out with Spike in the quarters had been nearly torturous. Spike was usually only wearing a pair of sweats or shorts and all Andrew wanted to do was play with those piercings and then ride his cock.

Spike had caught the lip licking out of the corner of his eye and knew Andrew was lusting after him again. He turned a smile on Andrew. "Just ask her, Andy. After all the money you've brought into the house the past few months, you deserve a bonus, and if my cock up your arse is what you want, tell Mistress."

Andrew's mouth dropped open. "You'd be okay with it?"

Spike shrugged. "I'm not averse to it. Still not attracted to you, but I'll shag you if Mistress wants me to."

Xander smirked. "Maybe I'll ask Miss Buffy for a bonus, too."

Spike shrugged again. "Not averse to you, either. I'll stick my todger in whoever Mistress tells me to, I just don't want one up my own arse."

Andrew climbed off the elliptical and walked over to Spike. "You might feel differently about that once you find out about your prostate. If you want, and Miss Buffy will let me, I'll show you." Spike grimaced and Andrew held up a hand. "Just fingers and I'll be careful. Lots of lube and slow stretching. You'll love it, I promise. You know how I came without touching my dick when you fucked me?" Spike nodded. "That's because you were hammering my prostate just right."

Xander nudged Spike's shoulder. "You should let him show you. The first time he finger-fucked me, I thought my balls were gonna turn themselves inside out, I came so hard."

Spike shrugged then nodded. "I'll think about it. Go ahead and ask her if you want. Both of you."

They headed for the shower room and Spike stripped out of his shorts and checked himself out in the mirror. In the nearly three months he'd been here, between the workouts and the fight training, he'd gained weight and muscle and was in damn good shape. He was getting pretty good at fighting, too. Not good enough to go up against a demon, but he'd be able to defend himself against a human or two. Buffy had stressed strongly that should he come up against a demon meaning to do him harm, he was only to fight if running wasn't an option, and then only if fighting wouldn't put him in further danger.

He'd been out shopping with the boys several times, and while his collar had drawn more than a few curious glances and a few knowing glances from people Spike suspected were part demon, he didn't scuttle around trying to be invisible anymore. He walked proudly because he belonged to someone and with confidence that if someone messed with him, he'd be able to defend himself.

He stepped into the large shower stall with the boys and they soaped each other up. Before he'd been made a pet, Spike would have been scandalized to be showering with two other blokes, having them scrubbing a soapy cloth over him from head to toe, but now it was just another part of his day. Living in a house surrounded by mostly naked people who were almost constantly shagging had worn his modesty and sense of proper decorum down to nothing. It was amazing what one could become accustomed to in a short time, especially in a house full of the dictionary definitions of hedonist.

He helped Xander wash Andrew and then helped Andrew wash Xander. Once they were all soaped up, they took turns under the spray to rinse and wash their hair. Spike had to use special shampoo because of his bleached hair. It had grown out a bit since it was first bleached and was now about equally blond and his usual brown. Buffy had assured him that it looked sexy as hell, just like she'd thought it would, so she was going to keep it at this length and just rebleach the tips when they were trimmed off.

He rinsed the shampoo out of his hair then scratched absently at his tattoo while he waited for Andrew to finish. Buffy had had him tattooed on his left pectoral with some sort of sigil that represented her family bloodline. The tattoo ink had been mixed with her blood, marking him as hers along with her bite and the collar. He'd also found out what the loud music at the tattoo shop was about. The ink was enchanted, and the music was some sort of spell that activated the magic according to the sigil or symbol being inked. Some were for protection or virility or prosperity, but Spike's was a sign of ownership that would tell anyone who knew about these things which bloodline he belonged to.

Andrew had just shut the water off when Boy entered the bathroom and dropped to his knees. He was naked except for his collar, a cock cage, and the leather cuffs binding his wrists together at the small of his back. He dropped his gaze to the floor and waited for permission to speak.

Spike asked, "What is it, Boy?"

Without looking up, Boy answered, "Mistress Faith and Miss Buffy sent me to get you. The prospective family member is here."

Spike snagged a towel off the stack and started drying his hair. "What instructions are we to follow?"

"Just dry off. No clothes. Miss Buffy said to get each other hard so the new Miss can choose one or more of you to fuck before she's brought fully into the family. If you don't want to, then don't go out to the foyer."

Xander rubbed his shaggy hair with a towel. "Is she pretty?"

Spike barked a laugh. "Like that would matter to you."

Xander shrugged with a grin. "Yeah." He dried the rest of himself then tossed the towel at a hamper. "We're all doing this, right?"

Andrew and Spike both nodded, even though Spike, as a pet, was certain that he didn't have the option to decline. His Mistress wanted him to shag the prospective family member, so he would.

"Okay. Who's first?"

Andrew dropped to his knees in front of Spike. "I'll do you and Spike. You can do me."

Xander nodded and stepped up beside Spike as Andrew took Spike's cock into his mouth. Spike groaned and threaded his fingers into Andrew's hair as he sucked and licked until Spike was nearly ready to come. Spike gasped, "That's enough, Andy."

Andrew let him go and slid sideways, taking Xander's cock into his mouth. Xander was panting and thrusting his hips when Andrew let go and stood up. Xander dropped to his knees and swallowed Andrew's cock until Andrew pulled back with a gasp. "Wow. You've gotten a lot better at deep throating."

Spike turned toward the door and stepped around a still kneeling Boy. His cock had swelled from listening to the three blowjobs and was painfully crammed into the cock cage. Spike glanced at his back on the way out of the room and shook his head. Looked like he'd displeased Faith… again, and she'd punished him. His back was covered in lash marks and Spike was starting to wonder if Boy pissed her off on purpose, considering how many times she'd punished him since she'd made him a pet. Spike hadn't been punished yet. Buffy had flogged him and spanked him in Faith's playroom, which he found he rather enjoyed, but it was part of playtime, not a punishment. Boy also wasn't allowed to wander the mansion like Spike could, and he hadn't left the mansion at all the entire time Spike had been there. He was usually kept restrained in Faith's playroom or was chained to her bed, and whether that was due to the differences in their temperaments or the differences between Faith and Buffy, Spike didn't know. He sometimes wondered how different his life would be if he belonged to Faith instead. Would he be chained in the playroom wearing a cock cage while Boy worked out and showered and went shopping and did chores with Xan and Andy?

Xander was the last out of the room and tapped Boy on the shoulder on his way by. "Go wherever Miss Faith wanted you to go when you were done fetching us."

Boy rose to his feet and followed them out into the hallway then dropped to his knees again just before they filed into the foyer. Xander, Andrew, and Spike lined up at the foot of the stairs leading to the upper floors then dropped into a sit-kneel and laid their hands on their thighs, keeping their eyes down. There were three pairs of feet in front of them and Spike shivered when Buffy ran her fingers through his hair. "Such a good pet."

She turned to the waiting woman and said, "Here they are, Anya. You can have any or all of them, but once you're sired, Spike is off limits because he's my pet." Buffy snagged Anya's arm and backed her up a few steps then pointed at a small room off to the side, more of an alcove than a room, really. Harmony was still strapped to the fuck bench and was glaring at them. "See her? That's what happens to family members who touch my pet."

"How long has she been there?"

"Almost three months, and it's looking like she's going to be playing quick fuck for a while longer, since she hasn't learned the lesson yet."

"Okay." Anya stepped forward again. "Which one is the gay one?"

"Andrew, the blonde, but he's got a wicked tongue and he'll make you see stars. If watching is your thing, it's fun to watch him get pounded while he's tonguing you, or you could watch him get pounded from both ends." Andrew shivered and his cock twitched.

Faith said, "They've all got wicked tongues. I have Xander with my coffee every day at breakfast. Hasn't disappointed me yet."

"I'll take all three. How long do I get them for?"

"As long as you want, provided they're able and willing to continue."

"Okay. Anything they're not allowed to do or have done to them?"

"They can do anything and have anything done, again, as long as they're willing. Spanking is fine, but no beating or damage and try to keep the scratching to a minimum. I also don't want to see a bruise anywhere on any of them. You can use the room two doors down from the top of the stairs on the right. Is there anything else you need?"

"Just them. Let's go."

Anya started up the stairs and Andrew and Xander rose to their feet to follow her. Spike rose and Buffy snagged his arm. "You can do anything you want to do but if there's something you don't want to do, you don't have to. You're like a thrall for the duration of this interaction, so you can't be compelled, okay?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"I want you to have fun, Spike."

"I will, Mistress."

She gave him a quick kiss and he turned and hurried up the stairs to catch up with Xander and Andrew. The four of them disappeared into Harmony's room and Buffy sighed. "This chick better be worth it."

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Spike was pounding into Andrew's ass as Xander throat-fucked him. Anya was laying on the bed, watching avidly as she fingered herself. When Andrew came with a yell around Xander's cock, Anya said, "Spike, come here and fuck me. Xander, you keep doing what you're doing, but move over here so I can see you." Anya flipped onto her knees and Spike stepped up behind her and slid into her as Xander and Andrew moved to the side of the bed in Anya's line of sight. Andrew swallowed Xander's cock again as Spike picked up the pace, slamming into Anya.

Things went on like that for hours, the three boys taking turns tonguing or fucking Anya and each other. Anya really enjoyed Spike's tongue piercing, so he was usually the one face down in her while the boys recovered enough to go again. Spike was the only one who didn't get fucked in the ass, because he still didn't feel like he was ready for that, but after seeing how much Xan and Andy enjoyed it, he was looking forward to having Andy show him the wonders of the prostate.

For what turned out to be the finale, Xander was flat on his back with Anya atop him, her legs spread wide. He had his cock up her ass and was pinching her nipples while Spike straddled his legs and thrust into her pussy. It was an awkward position, and Spike was doing all the work, but it felt amazing all the same. Andrew had run out of gas the last time Spike fucked him and he was curled up in a chair, fast asleep.

After they'd climaxed one last time, they collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed and Anya murmured, "Yeah, I think this is the place for me." She patted Xander's chest. "You'll need to get your tongue pierced, though."

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Spike slipped quietly into Buffy's room, trying not to wake her, and headed for the bathroom. He'd just stepped into the shower when Buffy stepped in behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle. "How was it?"

"It was good, Mistress. Fun."

"Sounded like it. I bet you're worn out, huh?"

"I don't think I can get my cock up one more time tonight, but I'll use my tongue, if you want."

"I want."

"Okay, just let me have a quick wash up and I'll see to you."

"I'll help." She snagged a washcloth and started cleaning her pet. "You were in there a long time."

"Miss Anya has a bit of stamina."

Buffy gently washed his bits, noting that his penis looked a little raw and sore. "I guess so. How many times did you come?"

"At least five times. I kind of lost count."

She patted his backside. "Did anyone go in here?"

"No, but I wanted to talk to you about that. Andy said he'd show me what my prostate can do, if you'll allow it. Xan and Andy seem to enjoy it a lot, and it's piqued my curiosity."

"Even after what happened to you?"

Spike nodded. "I've seen that it can be enjoyable instead of painful and I'd like to try it at least once, just to see if I'll like it." He ducked his head slightly, "And if I do, would you allow the boys to shag me again, Mistress?"

"I want to be there the first time to make sure you don't get hurt or have some sort of flashback, but if you like it and it's something you want to have happen again, then you three can do whatever you want to each other."

"Of course, Mistress. Thank you."

"Did the boys have fun, too?"

Spike smiled. "Yeah, they did. Andy was going to ask you to have me shag him again, so he was really happy that Miss Anya chose to have all three of us. I think he had the most fun."

"So he likes your cock as much as I do?"

Spike blushed slightly and nodded. "Yes, Mistress, he does." He cleared his throat and continued, "I think Miss Anya is probably going to be shagging Xan as much as he can stand. She wants him to get his tongue pierced, too."

"She'll have to ask him if he wants to." Buffy turned off the water and they stepped out and toweled off then Buffy snagged his hand and pulled him to the bed. She crawled up on it and laid back, spreading her legs. "See to me, my pet. I've had to lay here listening to you fucking for hours, and I'm about ready to scream in frustration."

Spike crawled up the bed after her and settled himself between her legs then went to work. After she'd clamped his head tight between her thighs for the third time, she pulled him up to lie next to her and wrapped herself around him. "Thank you, my pet. You're so good at that."

Spike murmured sleepily, "You're welcome, Mistress."

Buffy listened to his breathing and heartbeat, and when she was sure he was asleep, she whispered, "I love you, William."