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Chapter 8 – H is for Humiliation.


“Spike this is Draco. Draco… Spike.” The brunette introduced the two blond’s. He smirked. He was really going to enjoy watching this.

The vampire was sprawled in an armchair, wearing leather pants and black t-shirt. He sniffed and nodded to the pet. The pet’s wicked smirk broadened just before he orbed out and left them alone.

Draco did not look impressed; he was almost looking down his nose at the man across the room. It wasn’t that he wasn’t good looking, because he was. He was slender and his features were as aristocratic as his own. He just couldn’t see anything in him that put him in the mindset that Logan had. He compared the blond man with the man from his previous experience; they were nothing alike and he just couldn’t find it in himself to be nervous or afraid of him. He sniffed in a decidedly superior ‘Slytherin’ way.

Spike sat watching him for a moment, his eyes sliding appreciatively over the young man. He was pretty and in some ways reminded him of himself when he was younger, all snooty attitude, just like William had been before meeting Angelus. He slid out of the chair and stood up, slinking across the room, he slowly circled him.

“Draco, is it? Such a pretty young thing… almost as pretty as a girl.” Spike smirked. “Yeah, I can just see you now, a nice pair of lace panties with a cute little corset. Some make up and maybe we’ll put this hair of yours into pig tails.” He continued to murmur quietly as he inspected the boy, lasciviously.

Draco was indignant, his cheeks had pinked slightly as he listened to the taunting words, but he doubted that this man could make him do anything. He snorted, he was taller than the man and even though he didn’t have his wand with him, he suspected that he could over power him easily.

“Am I supposed to just drop to my knees and worship you?” His eyes slid up and down the lithe vampire with distaste, “Because, I’ll tell you now, I’m really not intimidated. The last guy had 6 inch claws that came out from between his knuckles.”

The blond menace tilted his head to the side, his scarred eyebrow quirked up. Then a slow devious smirk tugged at his mouth. His eyes glittered mischievously.

The young wizard had to fight down a shiver at that look, for all his bravado, that look was enough to worry him.

“6 inch claws, really. That’s fascinating.” He let his eyes shift to golden but kept his human visage.

Spike grinned with success, as he smelt the fear rise from the boy and his eyes widened, there was an audible gulp too.

“I can smell you, boy.” He took an exaggerated sniff. “Mmm, fear… so delicious. I could just…eat you all up.”

Draco took a step back. “W…what are you?”

He bounced on his feet slightly, showing a little of his hyperactivity in the action, “Me, pet? I’m a vampire… what are you?”

“V…vampire?” The already pale youth, seemed to pale further as he stammered.

“S’right, pet.” He leaned in close and ran a taunting tongue along the pale neck.

Draco jumped and stumbled backwards. “I… I thought this was supposed to be a group for heroes not beasts.” As soon as the word left his mouth he regretted it. The eyes didn’t just flash yellow this time they turned yellow and stayed that way. He swallowed hard.

“And who’s to say that a vampire can’t be a hero? Actually, I’m a champion for the light. Saved the world and everything I have.” Spike snorted. “Got me a soul, but rest assured, boy… piss me off and soul or not…you’ll regret it.” His tone went from playfully amused to dark and threatening. “You’re gonna be a good little boy for me aren’t you? Hmm. Gonna show me what a good little slut you can be? Make it up for insulting my nature.”

The young man nodded enthusiastically and dumbly.

“Good, boy. Strip and down on your knees.” Spike demanded and turned away from the frightened blond, crossing the room to retrieve wrist and ankle restraints.

Draco wondered what the hell he was still doing, standing in a room with a vampire, ok, so he was a sexy vampire, but still. He had a soul? Big deal, what difference would that make, he’d seen the things people did to each other and having a soul didn’t stop them. He shuddered at the thought of his father and Voldemort. He wished he had his wand; perhaps he would just call out to the pet to come take him home.

“I said strip.” Spike looked over his shoulder at him, having not heard any movement. He could hear the racing heart and the smell the fear that was pouring off the kid, but underneath it was the unmistakable scent of arousal. He stalked over to him, his eyes having returned to their piercing blue, and stopped just in front of him. “Do you want to go home, little boy? Don’t you think you can handle playing with the big boys?” He whispered close to his ear.

“Of course not.” He forced indignation into his voice and pulled his shirt off over his head.

Oh yes, Spike had the measure of this boy. He was proud and spoilt; he was going to enjoy humiliating him and making him blush. He watched as Draco flipped his sneakers off, unfastened his jeans and pushed them down, taking silk boxers with them. He stood up and looked defiantly at the vampire, only his scent giving away how he was really feeling.

Spike reached out his hand and weighed the young man’s half-hard cock and balls. “Hmm, not bad I suppose.” He murmured, casually.

Draco moaned softly at the way his genitals were handled. Then just as suddenly, they were dropped from the cool hand that had been caressing them.

“On your knees, boy.” He ordered, his voice almost icy.

The blond wizard dropped almost automatically to his knees, his cock hardening in response, he blushed. It was embarrassing to him that being on his knees for another man could make him hard. That despite being scared of this man, he was turned on by that same emotion. He was a Malfoy and they didn’t kneel before anyone except the most powerful. He suspected that anything this man did to him would be humiliating for him, especially the way he’d been talking before.

Spike moved around behind the kneeling man, pulled his arms harshly behind his back and cuffed them in place. He came back around in front of him and nudged the boy’s knees apart with the toe of his boot.

“Tell me your safe word.”

“Red.” The word fell automatically from his mouth and was met with an amused chuckle.

“Very appropriate for a vampire’s slut.”

Draco felt heat rush to his cheeks, unsure if it was caused by being laughed at or by being called a vampire’s slut.

Spike didn’t miss the change in scent, the hint of embarrassment mixed with an increase in arousal. Interesting! He knew he could exploit his enhanced senses, allow the boy’s scent to guide him on the right track.

“Kiss my boots, my little slut. Show me how much you want to please me.”

Draco’s grey eyes fluttered, as he lowered them to look at the boots. They were clean, he realised, so he couldn’t object on the principle of them being dirty, but even if they had been, would he have protested? He found himself leaning forward; he spread his thighs and raised his ass instinctively to keep his balance, as he placed a kiss on top of first one boot and then the other. His cock twitched at the blatant act of submission.

“Lick them, slut. Clean them with your tongue and don’t miss an inch.” Spike commanded quietly, his nose twitched with the heady scent of arousal.

He heard an almost non-existent moan as the pink tongue darted out and slid over the leather. The boy was diligent in his ministrations, running his tongue over the top and then the side. He was surprised at the compliance from the youth, he’d expected to have to force him, but it seemed the very fact that he was a vampire was enough to ensure obedience. And the boy was damn well enjoying it too.

Draco couldn’t believe the ease with which he’d shifted from placing a chaste kiss to the top of each boot to licking them with his tongue. He was also somewhat surprised, that the act was sending sparks of pleasure to his cock. He thought he would find kissing and licking another man’s shoes embarrassing, but in reality, it was the fact he found it arousing that made his cheeks burn with something akin to shame. His father would have a fit if he saw him like this. That thought made him smile inwardly and he doubled his efforts.

“Very good, doing a top job there, boy. Ya like licking my boots don’t ya? Hmm, shows ya were you belong and puts you in your place. ‘Cause that’s where you belong isn’t it, slut, on your knees, putting that pretty mouth of yours to good use. I bet you wish it was my cock you were sucking don’t ya? You’re gonna have to earn that though, pet. Show that you’re good enough to be my little cock sucker.”

The words and his own actions were sending Draco’s pheromones off the chart. He was aroused and embarrassed but unable to stop himself. He really had no idea that he would get off on being spoken to like that. He whimpered softly.

“Enough.” Spike declared and stepped back.

He watched as the slender young blond righted himself and knelt back on his heels, cheeks red as his cock jutted straight up.

“Would you look at that, slut? You went and got all horny for my boots. I know they’re nice but really, pet… that’s a little strange don’t you think.” Spike scoffed and watched the blush deepen.

Draco lowered his head, he was a Malfoy and he was aroused at the idea of licking another man’s boots. It didn’t get worse than that. Even defecting to the side of the light didn’t come close to the shame that this would bring on his family.

“Ah-ah, slut. I want to see that pretty face of yours. No looking at the floor now.” Spike chastised before turning to a closet. He pulled it open and emerged with a wide black posture collar, which he proceeded to fasten around the long slender neck, forcing Draco’s chin up.

“That’s better, now I can see them pretty pink cheeks. Tell me what you want, my little slut, I want to hear you.”

The young wizard blushed more, he couldn’t give voice to the things he wanted, Malfoys don’t beg. They don’t talk about their sexual perversions to anyone. But damn, he wanted to tell Spike that he wanted to suck his cock, wanted him to fuck and use his ass, wanted to feel him cum deep inside him… in his mouth or ass it didn’t matter.

The scent of embarrassment rose as the vampire could almost see the cogs working in the boy’s eyes. “Nothing happens until you tell me, pet. Can stay here like this all day.”

Draco’s eyelids fluttered, the idea of being left kneeling like this, his cock achingly hard, was almost intolerable. He chewed on his lip.

Spike smirked and sat down. As he sprawled his legs open he watched the naked young blond and idly stroked his hard on through the leather of his pants. He couldn’t help but notice the way those grey eyes fixed on his crotch and his smirk grew. “Like that, slut? Like watching me rubbing myself, hmm? Maybe you want me to get my cock out and give you a nice show? Or perhaps you would rather suck it yourself, maybe ride you hard with it…slam it into that little boy pussy of yours?”

He heard the quiet groan that fell from Draco’s lips. “Come to me pet… crawl over here and tell me what you want… what you need.” Spike’s tone was seductive. He watched as the bound boy did as he was told and shuffled across the floor on his knees.

Intent eyes remained fixed on the leather covered crotch as he stopped between Spike’s feet. His eyes rose up and were met by a piercing blue gaze. The vampire’s eyes were stunning; it was like they could see right into the heart of him.

“Tell me, pet?” He said more softly and ran a hand through the naturally blond hair.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. His face felt hot and his eyes prickled suspiciously.

Spike could almost taste the war of emotions in the boy, he could see his distress mounting but this was needed. “Tell me, pet. Let it all out, you know you’ll feel better if you do.”

Watery eyes shone with unshed tears as the young wizard looked up at him in a silent plea. But Spike was unwavering.

“Please.” Draco finally uttered and the tears broke free.

“Please, what, my pretty little slut?” The vampire ran a gentle hand across one red cheek and collected some of the salty tears; he brought them to his lips and licked them off.

Draco was distressed, crying was another thing that Malfoys didn’t do, and it was worse because he was hard and crying and the tears wouldn’t stop. They were there because he was a slut and he was too proud to say it.

“I… I want you to do all those things you said. Please…”

“That’s please, Sir.” Spike prompted, satisfied that they were finally getting somewhere.

“Please, Sir. I’ll do anything… I want to suck you… want to be fucked by you… oh please… use me… just… do something, anything?”

The vampire smiled. “Tell me what you are.”

“I…” The tears continued to track slowly down his cheeks, his face now red and blotchy. “I’m a slut… a whore… that’s all I am, a worthless whore.”

Spike leaned forward and lapped at the salty tears, collecting them on his long agile tongue and savouring the taste of the young man’s distress and shame.

The vampire attached a leash to the collar and gave a tug as he stood up, “Up you get, my little slut, on your feet.”

Draco looked at him, slightly confused, as he rose to his feet.

“I told you, I’m going to make you look all pretty for me.” Spike smirked, teasingly.

He left the young naked blond standing in the middle of the room. Curiosity coming off him in waves, the tears had stopped but the redness in his cheeks wasn’t going away, nor was the humiliation that caused it. His cock stood proud and leaking, a sign of how aroused he was at the situation.

Spike returned from the closet with an arm full of red satin. Draco watched in fascinated silence as he extracted a pair of red satin panties, he crossed to the boy and crouched down, urging him to raise one foot then the other, to pull them on. He slid them up pale slender legs, eased them up over the hard cock, leaving them bulging obscenely over the erect flesh. The vampire grinned and rubbed his thumb over the fabric-covered head. The young man gasped, closed his eyes in pleasure and tried to rub against the hand more, but to his frustration it pulled away.

“Now, now… my little slut. Not yet. There’ll be time for that later.” Spike’s amused voice told him.

He opened his eyes and watched him pick up the other red satin item. The vampire held it up so he could get a look.

“Pretty isn’t it, pet? You’re going to look such the perfect slut in this.” He told the wide-eyed boy.

Draco had never before been curious about dressing up in girl’s clothing. Never thought it would arouse him. To his dismay his hard on was pulsing at the thought, his cheeks were positively scarlet with his embarrassment of enjoying being dressed up like this.

Cool hands slipped over his skin, followed by cool red satin as Spike fastened the opulent looking corset on him. It fit as though it had been made for him, cinching him in just enough that he could feel the presence of the boning that ran the length of the garment. His cock was leaking so much now there was a wet spot on the front of the satin panties. He chewed his lip, trying not to moan his pleasure at being dressed up.

Spike disappeared and when he came back, he crouched in front of the blond wizard and started to slide red silk stockings up the long legs. His hands were delicate in their movements, so that he wouldn’t snag the delicate material. He clipped the suspender fasteners to the top of the stocking, and then repeated the action with the other. The vampire had thought about adding high-heeled shoes, but a twisted ankle would really spoil the mood. He lightly ran his hands up the length of both stocking clad legs and up to flutter over the youth’s aching erection.

“All we need now is some sexy make up and you’ll be pretty as a picture.” He smirked.

Spike produced a make up kit out of nowhere and started looking through the colours; he picked out some smoky shades.

“Close your eyes, my slut.” Spike instructed, as he approached with the eye shadow.

Slowly, methodically he painted Draco’s eyes until they were sultry and sexy looking, adding eyeliner and some mascara. He then found a deep red lipstick and artistically painted the young man’s lips with it. He stepped back, smiling, pleased with himself.

The vampire found some glitter gel and attacked Draco’s hair last. It was just long enough to create two cute little pigtails and Spike made the most of it. He cleaned the gel from his hands and stepped back.

“I could take you out like this pet, put you to work and earn a pretty penny for the services you could perform. I bet that mouth of yours will look perfect around a hard cock or sucking on some big fat balls. Maybe even spread them wide around a gag while they fuck you.” His silky voice teased

Draco had stayed achingly hard throughout the process, his mind repeating the mantra ‘I can’t believe I’m letting him do this and I’m bloody getting off on it’ over and over. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but when Spike started talking about whoring him out, the wave of arousal that coursed through him almost made him buckle at the knees. He whimpered with need.

Spike leered at him, took hold of the leash and led him back across the room. Sitting down in the chair he unzipped his fly and took his cock out. He stroked it a couple of times, watching the smoky framed grey eyes as they settled on his erection.

“Like what you see, slut?” He asked as the boy sank to his knees between his spread knees.

Draco flushed further, and nodded, “y…yes, Sir. Please… can I…?”

“What do you want?” He encouraged.

“I… I want to suck you, Sir? Please…I want to show you what a good little cock sucking slut I can be. Let me be your little whore, please Sir?” The words fell from Draco’s mouth unbidden by him and he was both mortified and aroused by it.

A look of triumph flickered in Spike’s eyes as he nodded, “Suck me then, my little slut… put that whorish mouth of yours to good use.”

He wondered if he’d ever be able to look at himself in the mirror again after this, he leaned forward and ran his tongue over the cool hard flesh. It was different to when he’d sucked Logan, the cock was not as thick and it was slightly longer, it was pale and strangely cool. He played the tip of his tongue against the slit, before wrapping his lips around the shaft and sucking on it. He slowly, started to bob back and forth, sucking as he went.

The bleach blond looked down as lipstick slicked lips surrounded his cock, the boy’s eyes were closed and looked so prettily made up as the deep red lipstick was smeared down his shaft. It was an arousing sight, a perfect vision… just like he’d known the boy would make when all dressed up. His hands reached out and grabbed the pigtails, gripping them tightly as he guided Draco’s head up and down.

Spike was a vampire and Draco knew very little about them except for the biting and blood thing. He took a guess and allowed his teeth to lightly scrape the flesh as he pulled back up the shaft. He was rewarded with the hips bucking the hardness further into his mouth, and a loud approving moan from above. He felt a deep sense at satisfaction that he could cause a reaction like that.

“That’s it slut, just like that. You really are a wonderful little cock sucking whore aren’t you?” Spike groaned.

Draco moaned around the hardness with happiness as he tried to take more and more of it in, he was sucking and swallowing around it. His tongue swirling over the shaft when he was all the way down on it, and concentrating on just the head when he pulled back. The slender hips were thrusting up to meet his mouth, driving the hard shaft deep into him repeatedly.

Spike felt himself on the edge; just as he was about to shoot he pulled the pigtails backwards. He shot his cool cum all over Draco’s face, some went into his mouth but most of it splattered across his blushing cheeks and painted eyes.

Draco moaned at the sensation of the cool spunk hitting his face, his hips had been involuntarily rocking back and forth, trying to find friction in midair.

“You look so bloody perfect wearing my cum on your face… I can only imagine how you’ll look with it dripping down the inside of your thighs. Gonna fuck you, slut. Gonna fuck you and fill your little boy pussy full of my cum. Mark you as my whore.” Spike’s voice was thick with lust as he looked down at the cum splattered face.

Draco groaned in frustration, humping the air. Spike chuckled at his neediness and moved a booted foot to rub against the satin clad erection.

“Hump my foot, slut. That’s all you deserve isn’t it, to cum in your panties while humping my boot.” The vampire’s dark voice intoned.

The youth’s hips bucked and rubbed himself against the boot that he’d earlier licked, he moaned and blushed deeply. It didn’t get much more demeaning than this, he was going to make himself cum in a pair of satin panties by humping a vampires boot. He groaned, his body trembling as his hips worked faster and harder, his back arched and he cried out. His cum soaking the satin fabric, he sagged forward gasping for breath.

“Tut tut, whore, you went and made my boot all messy again. You’re gonna have to lick it clean again.” Spike told him.

Draco caught his breath and groaned as he sunk lower, both physically and emotionally, his lips finding the boot, he kissed and lapped at it, tasting his cum on the leather. His cock twitched inside the cooling wetness of the satin panties.

The enthusiasm in the way that mouth cleaned his boot was getting spike hard again and he decided it was time to move this party to the next step. “Enough, slut.”

The younger blond moaned in protest and knelt back.

“Up.” Spike told him and watched as Draco rose obediently to stand in front of him. Slender cool fingers reached out and slid the cum covered panties down silk clad legs and off. He smirked wickedly and got to his feet too.

“Now, slut, I’m gonna gag you with these panties while I fuck that sexy little ass of yours. That means you won’t be able to use your safe word. So instead, I’ll put something in your hand. So, if you want to stop all you need to do is drop it. Understand?”

“Y…yes, Sir.” Draco replied, his voice shaky with arousal. His mind turning over that he was about to be fucked.

Spike’s eyes sparkled wickedly as he wadded up the red satin and pushed it in the boy’s mouth, ensuring that the cum soaked part was inner most. He wrapped his hand around a pigtail and used it to steer Draco and bend him over the arm of the chair. He picked up a crystal off the nearby shelf and placed it in one of the delicate hands, closing the fingers firmly over it. The vampire took a moment to admire the view and blood rushed to his cock, hardening him fully once again.

Draco couldn’t believe the position he now found himself in. Gagged with the panties he’d shot his load in was bad enough, but he was going to be fucked while he was. His ass in the air for the vampire to plunder, he felt the sharp stinging slap that landed on his left cheek and gave a muffled cry around the silk. His Malfoy pride was in tatters and his body was thrumming with his humiliation at enjoying it all.

He felt a cool slick finger press at his hole and moaned at the pressure. It slipped easily inside and crooked slightly. He shuddered and pulled air in through his nose. Spike’s finger fucked slowly in and out then stirred around, slowly opening him up, loosening his sphincter. There was a flash of burning pain as a second finger was added and spread his hole wider. But as they pushed in deep and found that spot again, he whimpered around the gag, he found himself sucking on the taste of himself.

Two fingers became three, the pain dissolving into pleasure, then they were pulled out. He felt momentarily bereft and then he felt the blunt head of the vampire’s cool cock nudging its way in.

“Mmmphh” His muffled cry came, at the renewed burning sensation of his ass being breached. The cock paused a moment, then carried on with the long slide in.

Draco breathed harshly through his nose; the sensation of that cool hardness filling him up was incredible. Spike just held steady, pressed all the way in, enjoying the flutter of the tight velvet channel around his dick. After a short time, he started to pull out, he backed up almost all the way until just the head of his cock was inside, then thrust slowly back in to the hilt. He set up a slow and steady pace, pressing deep every time he thrust in, then taking the long slide back out.

Spike pressed in deep and rotated his hips, stirring his cock inside the willing ass. The bottom wiggled and squirmed and pushed back on him. He smirked, he could hear the muffled cries from his little slut, and decided to up the pace. He pulled out quickly and slammed back in, once, twice, three times… Draco thrust back to meet every stroke and by the third one was almost screaming around the fabric in his mouth in pleasure-pain.

The vampire slammed in repeatedly, angling his thrusts so that he hit the boy’s prostate every time. The tightness that surrounded him, and the eagerness with which Draco met his thrusts, was driving him closer to the edge for a second time. His face shimmered from human to demon and he didn’t try to fight it back down. He drove in again and again, growling and moaning his pleasure.

Sweat ran down Draco’s face and mingled with the drying spunk, his eyes were squeezed closed in lust. He sucked at the satin until it was sodden; the taste of himself was intoxicating and combined with the feeling in his ass was amazing. He couldn’t believe he wanted to cum again so soon.

Ploughing in one final time Spike stiffened and howled as he filled the tight channel with his cool spunk. He didn’t pull out though; he continued to thrust, not losing his hard on. Draco writhed under him, noises of desperation making their way past the gag. The vampire had done this before, kept his hard on going for another rapidly following orgasm.

Slim hips thrust back against him over and over, silently begging as he fucked deep and hard. The channel tightened and fluttered around his cock, the pheromones from the boy reached a peak as his muscles spasmed and clamped down on the hard length in his ass. He smelt Draco’s spunk as he came hard against the side of the chair. Spike cried out again as the muscles flexed around him and he shot another load in a rush of icy heat.

The vampire pulled back in a wash of cum that trickled down the boy’s thighs, fulfilling the image that he’d envisioned earlier. Spike was feeling totally satisfied, he reached up and unfastened the cuffs that surrounded Draco’s pale slender wrists and he rubbed them slightly, before his hands went to release the death grip that the boy had on the stone in his palm. He helped him to stand up and pulled the satin from his mouth, then leaned in and kissed him softly on lipstick-smudged lips.

Draco looked and felt utterly debauched, he was exhausted and Spike shocked him by lifting him up in his arms and carrying him to bed.

******

The Game Master looked at his pet with a knowing smirk. His slave had been fascinated and incredibly aroused by the scene that had played out. He had to admit that he himself had been pleasantly shocked to see the youngest Malfoy letting himself go enough to get into it. He knew that the boy had the dark desires in him, from the things he’d read in his postings on the group, but he had questioned whether his pride would allow him to enjoy it. He was glad that he had, his plan was coming together nicely.

The brunette, pet couldn’t quite understand why his Master seemed so excited, but it had to be something good, as he wasn’t a man to be easily pleased.