Chapter Eight – First Time

Spike looked up from the coffee maker and smiled. "Good morning, Miss Anya."

"Morning, Spike. Have you seen Xander yet? I want orgasms."

"He's still sleeping, Miss." Buffy stepped into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "I was just about to wake the boys."

Buffy nodded. "Go ahead, Spike. Sit down, Anya." Anya sat at the table and Buffy nodded toward the door Spike had just disappeared through. "You can have Xan for orgasms after Faith has had her coffee and he's eaten breakfast and done his chores."

Anya scowled then nodded. "Okay, but when will he get his tongue pierced like Spike's?"

Buffy shrugged. "You'll have to ask him if he wants to. It also takes a couple of days to heal with Willow's healing charms, so he won't be able to use it on you until then, and I'm not sure Faith wants to go two days without it, so you'll have to clear it with her, too, if he agrees to have it done."

"How did you get Spike to agree to it?"

"I didn't ask him. He's a pet, not a thrall, and I wanted him pierced, so he's pierced. I took him to a shop across town, had him pierced, then brought him home for Wils to cast charms. I also had her knock him out for a couple of days until he was healed and the pain had subsided, so you'd have to make sure Andrew is willing to pick up Xander's slack if he opts for the knockout charm."

"Couldn't you have Spike pick up the slack?"

"He has his own duties, along with my use of him, but most of Xander's duties would fall on Andrew, and he also has a regular client, so if it happens, it would have to happen when he's not otherwise occupied."

"Okay. I'll ask them both once this weekend is over."

"Are you ready for the event?"

Anya nodded. "Yes. I can feed, I just can't kill, and I can fuck them all I want. I've got it."

"You've been practicing your control on the basement food, right? Learning how much to take and still leave them functional?"

"I haven't killed any of them, so I think I'll be fine. I'm fully aware that killing the clients would be bad for business."

"How many do you want for your first event?"

"At least four, especially if they're older than the boys. They'll need longer to recover between orgasms."

Buffy smirked as the three teenagers stepped into the kitchen, two of them rubbing their eyes sleepily. "They do spring back pretty fast, don't they?"

Andrew yawned, "Morning, Misses," then moved to the fridge and started pulling food out to start breakfast.

Anya smiled at Xander and said, "You're going to give me orgasms when you're done with your chores."

Xander nodded. "Of course, Miss."

Spike had poured coffee into Buffy's cup and added the obscene amount of sugar she liked. He opened a drawer under the coffee maker and retrieved a scalpel then nicked his forearm, dripping blood into the cup. When the blood stopped flowing, he picked up the cup and carried it over to the table.

Buffy smiled up at him and took hold of his arm, licking at the cut until it was sealed. "Thank you, my pet." She picked up her coffee and pushed her chair back slightly as Spike crawled under the table and went to work on her. She moaned through saying, "When I'm done here, I need to go prep Travis for his client."

Anya said, "I'll come help. I want to learn everything I can about the business."

Buffy nodded and threaded her fingers into Spike's hair as Faith stepped into the kitchen. "Morning, B. Anya. Xan, coffee."

"Coming up, Miss." Xan poured and doctored her cup then brought it over and crawled under the table next to Spike.

Anya watched the two women moaning and gasping as the clever tongues worked their magic. She looked over at Andrew and said, "Andrew, coffee. Black, two sugars."

Andrew pulled the pan off the burner and turned the stove off then poured a cup and brought it over. He joined the other two boys under the table.

When all three women had climaxed, the boys crawled out from under the table and Xander and Spike picked up the cooking where Andrew had left off. Andrew stood between Buffy and Faith and held out his arms. They each took one and sank their fangs into his forearms, pulling several mouthfuls of blood each. Andrew shivered and moaned quietly as they fed.

When they finished breakfast, Andrew went to help finish the cooking and Buffy asked Faith, "Is Travis still resisting?"

Faith shrugged. "Some, but I think he's coming around. I don't have to force him into the restraints anymore, but he still needs to be restrained and gagged for Jim because I'm not sure he wouldn't try to bite his dick off. The restraints could be why Jim keeps choosing Travis, though. Who knows?"

"Pretty sure they are since he's very specific about how he wants Travis bound. What about the rest of them? They seem to be getting along just fine."

"Yeah, they've settled in and are just happy to be off the streets with their own rooms and regular meals. The game room Xan set up for them probably didn't hurt, either. I guess they've figured getting it up the ass a couple times a week is a fair price to pay for not starving or freezing to death."

Anya asked, "Are they free to move around the mansion or do you keep them restrained?"

Faith said, "They have free run of the third floor but aren't allowed downstairs without an escort. They don't really need to come down anyway. They have the game room and a small kitchen that the boys keep stocked with food teenagers like, so they can eat whenever they want and play games and watch TV whenever they're not working. Except Travis. He's chained to his bed because he keeps trying to escape."

Buffy nodded. "He made it all the way to the foyer the first time, but the boys were in the kitchen and tackled him before he could get out the front door." She sighed. "I wonder if making him a minion would make him compliant? He'd be able to handle rougher clients, too."

"That's an idea and we could use him for Andrew's regular. He keeps wanting to whip the shit out of him, even offered to pay double if I'd allow it. Travis looks even younger than Andrew does and if we turn him now, he'll stay that way, so that client will probably have no problem switching boys."

Buffy nodded. "I'll do it after he's done tonight. Then we won't have to wait for him to heal from whatever Jim's going to do to him." She looked over at the counter where the boys were dishing their breakfast onto plates. "Andrew, when you're done eating, take Spike with you to shower. I want you to show him how to prepare himself. When I'm done prepping Travis, you're going to finger-fuck Spike for me, and if he likes that, then I'll have you fuck him."

They both nodded then picked up their plates and went into the quarters. Xander picked up his plate and said, "I'm gonna eat real quick then I'll be right out, Miss Anya."

"Okay, meet me in my room. I'm going to help Buffy prep Travis."

"Yes, Miss."

Buffy drained the last of her coffee and stood up then went up to the third floor with Anya. None of the boys were awake yet, so the floor was quiet. Buffy opened the first door on the hall and stepped in. Travis was a slight blond boy who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen. Anya whispered, "How old is he?"

Buffy shrugged. "He says he's nineteen, but he doesn't look it." She stepped up to the bed and shook his shoulder. "Travis, wake up. You have a client tonight."

Travis groaned and sat up, the chain around his ankle rattling against the bed post. "Which one?"

"Doesn't matter. Get into the shower and get ready. If you don't want him to tear you up, make sure to lube and stretch."

Travis crawled off the bed with a scowl. "You're gonna strap me down again, aren't you?"

"Yep. Get moving. Haven't got all night."

Travis stomped into the bathroom, dragging the chain behind him. It clattered over the edge of the tub and the water turned on.

Buffy pointed to a padded bench in the corner. "We need to drag that to the middle of the room and get his ring gag out of the cabinet. His plug should be in there, too."

"You plug him?"

"Yeah. It vibrates and gets him hard. Then I put a ring on him. Jim doesn't want him to come."

"Maybe that's why he's still resisting. I'd be pissed if I kept getting fucked and couldn't come, too."

"He'll get to after Jim leaves. Whichever one of us preps him usually lets him fuck us or we suck him off."

"Is he any good?"

Buffy shrugged. "He's okay, I guess. I feel like he could use a little instruction, but Spike has probably spoiled me."

"Do you care if I teach him?"

"No, but I'd like you to wait until he's turned. I'll get him off after Jim leaves then I'll turn him. When he wakes up, you can teach him anything you want."

Travis stepped out of the bathroom and eyed the bench with disdain then plodded over to it and settled himself onto it, spreading his legs to be cuffed. Once his wrists and ankles were secured to the bench, Buffy handed the plug to Anya. "Get this seated and turn it on. I'll fit the gag."

Anya took the plug and slicked it then lined it up and slowly pushed it into the boy. He tensed and hissed air through his teeth then dropped his head and moaned quietly as the plug started vibrating against his prostate.

Buffy tapped him on the head. "Lift up and open your mouth." He did and she seated the gag, gently tightening the straps. He dropped his head and moaned a little louder, starting to thrust his hips against the edge of the bench. Buffy stepped behind him and reached between his legs to snap the ring around the base of his penis. He groaned in frustration and Buffy patted his butt. "I'll take care of you after your client leaves."

She turned to go and Anya asked, "We're leaving the plug in?"

"Yeah, the client will remove it. He should be here by now, so I'll go down and get him. You can wait with Travis if you want."

Buffy returned a few minutes later with a large man. He stepped into the room and handed Buffy what looked to be several hundred dollars. Buffy handed it to Anya and patted Travis on the butt again. "Three hours, Jim. You know the drill; his toys are in the cabinet and try not to damage him too much. Have fun."

Buffy and Anya left the room and Anya asked, "Is he going to have the ring on for the whole three hours?"

Buffy nodded. "Yeah."

"Those can cause permanent damage if they're worn on an erect penis for more than thirty minutes."

"Normal ones can, yeah, but that one is enchanted. Willow worked up some kind of charm that extends its wear time to three hours since having to take it off every thirty minutes would be a pain in the ass."

"How does the charm work?"

Buffy shrugged. "No idea. You'd have to ask Willow. She also didn't enchant every cock ring we have, so look for the sigil she carved into them if you want the extended wear version."

They were just starting down the stairs when Travis screamed. Anya turned back and Buffy said, "He'll be fine. Jim has a big cock and Travis didn't stretch himself enough. Turning him will reset his ass to virgin tight anyway, so whatever Jim does to him tonight won't matter."

"Will he be in any condition to fuck when Jim's done coring him?"

"Probably not. That's why we usually just suck him off so he can sleep and Wil can cast charms. Go have Xan. I'll let you know when Travis is ready."

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Spike stood somewhat nervously in the shower with Andrew. He wasn't nervous about showering with him; they'd done that dozens of times. He was nervous about what 'preparing himself' meant. They took turns scrubbing each other clean then Andrew reached into a small cabinet next to the tub and brought out a bulb with a nozzle, a small basin, and a bottle of saline. He poured the saline into the basin then sucked it up into the bulb. "This goes up your ass. If you bend over, it's easier. It'll clean you out." Spike grimaced. "It's kind of gross the first few times, but you get used to it. Turn around and bend over."

Spike did and grimaced again as Andrew slicked then carefully inserted the nozzle. Andrew squeezed the bulb and water started to fill him as Andrew pressed his hand against Spike's low belly. "It feels weird, I know, but just hold it in for a little bit."

Spike nodded then said, "Has it been long enough?" several seconds later.

Andrew slid the nozzle out and said, "Yeah, squat over the drain and push."

Spike squatted and released the water down the drain with a groan.

"Okay, stand up and we'll do it again."

"How many times do we have to do this?"

"Until the water is clear. Should only be two or three more times."

Spike nodded and stood up, grimacing a little less at the nozzle's insertion this time. After the fourth squat, Andrew unscrewed the nozzle from the bulb and dropped both pieces into a small bowl of water that smelled like vinegar.

Spike muttered, "Feels strange."

"It will for a little while, but like I said, you get used to it. Do you want me to use fingers or a plug to stretch you when we get to Miss Buffy's room?"

"Fingers, I guess, but don't you have to do that as part of the prep?"

"I usually do on myself, but since you're new to this, I'd probably have to do it again anyway, depending on how long we have to wait for Miss Buffy." Andrew fished in the cupboard and brought out another bulb and prepped himself. When he was done, he dropped the disassembled parts into a different bowl and said, "Okay, let's go to Miss Buffy's room."

Buffy was waiting for them when they stepped into her room. She patted the bed in front of her. "Up here, boys. Spike, on your hands and knees."

They crawled up on the bed and Andrew opened the bottle of lube he'd grabbed from his toy cabinet. He liberally slicked his fingers then laid his other hand on Spike's low back. "Ready?"

Spike nodded, looking to Buffy for confirmation, and she smiled at him as she licked her fangs. "You look so pretty like this." She looked at Andrew. "Don't hurt my pet, Andrew."

Andrew nodded then slowly inserted a finger and started sawing it back and forth, pushing deep on each stroke. He bumped something that made Spike gasp and Andrew smiled. "Say hello to Mr. Prostate."

Spike looked down at his hardening cock. "Bloody hell. Do that again."

Andrew did, sawing in and out of Spike with more force, then he added a second finger and started pounding against Spike's prostate.

Spike was rolling his hips and pushing back against Andrew's fingers when Buffy ordered, "On your back, Spike."

Spike waited for Andrew to pull his fingers out then turned over with a frustrated groan, "So close."

"I know. I want to see you come. Lift your legs. Andrew, get those fingers back in there."

Andrew complied as Spike held his legs open wide. His cock was drooling on his belly and he was breathing out loud moans and gasps as Andrew hammered on his prostate. Buffy reached out and repeatedly flicked the piercing in Spike's left nipple and he moaned again, pulling his legs open wider. "Mistress, I'm gonna…"

"Come for me, my pet."

Spike did, his spend boiling out of his cock in ropy strands that landed on his chest and shoulders. He took great heaving breaths, still holding his legs up, then twitched as Andrew removed his fingers. He let his legs drop bonelessly to the bed around Andrew's kneeling form and raised his head far enough to say, "God, Andy, that was amazing."

Buffy flicked his piercing again. "I think Andrew should have a turn, don't you? And I need one, too."

Spike flicked his eyes to his deflated cock then turned his head to look at her. "Don't think I can get it up just now."

"Are you ready for him to fuck you?"

Andrew's cock twitched and he said, "I'll be careful, Spike. I won't hurt you, I promise."

Spike looked at Andrew then back at Buffy. "Yes, Mistress."

"Okay. Back up on your knees. You can put that wicked tongue to work."

She handed him a towel and Spike wiped himself off then settled himself between Buffy's legs with his ass in the air and got to work on her. Andrew slicked his cock then lined it up with Spike's still twitching hole and carefully pushed in.

Spike moaned against Buffy's flesh as Andrew grasped his hips and started sawing in and out of him. He was having a hard time focusing on the task in front of him as his cock filled again. Buffy grasped his head and pulled him tight against her then gasped, "Harder. Both of you."

Andrew started pounding into Spike as he redoubled his efforts on Buffy and several minutes later she screamed out her pleasure. Andrew thrust in hard a few more times then tensed, climaxing with a loud moan. He pulled out and collapsed to the bed, breathing hard.

Buffy tugged on Spike's arm. "Get up here and fuck me, Pet."

Spike was close again. A few more thrusts from Andrew and he'd have spent all over the bed. He sat back on his feet and reached for Buffy. "Ride me, Mistress."

Buffy climbed on and sank down, moaning loudly as he filled her up. She bounced on him, grasping his shoulders tightly, and when she was close, she leaned forward and sank her fangs into his shoulder, screaming into his flesh. He pulled her tightly against him and tensed, throwing his head back as he spent deep inside her. They toppled sideways and Buffy licked at the punctures as his breathing returned to normal. When it had, Spike muttered, "Maybe I am gay, because I want Andy to do that again. Xan, too."

Buffy laughed. "Everybody's a little bit gay, Spike. You can let the boys fuck you as much as you want but I'm going to be upset if you don't have anything left for me. You're my pet and my needs take priority."

"Of course, Mistress."

Andrew chuckled as he sat up. "Told you you'd love it, Spike. Do you need anything else from me, Miss?"

Buffy nodded. "A snack."

Andrew scooted closer and Buffy rolled over, raising herself up enough to sink her fangs into Andrew's thigh. His eyes fluttered shut and he moaned as she drew several mouthfuls. When she'd licked the punctures closed, Andrew flopped onto his back. "May I just lay here for a little while, Miss?"

"You can sleep here if you want. Xan's going to be busy for a while and I have something I need to do in about…" she looked at the clock, "thirty minutes, so you two can hang out and watch TV or sleep. You both look worn out." She extricated herself from Spike and climbed off the end of the bed. "Come have a shower before you get comfy, though."

They followed her into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. She handed them each a washcloth and they scrubbed her clean while she washed her hair. She left them in the shower and toweled off then threw on a robe and headed to the third floor.