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Guilty As Charged	By : SpikesEvilbint Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 2840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Guilty As Charged
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Spike shifted uncomfortably on the hard wooden bench and grimaced as his shackles rattled loudly. He glanced up at the clock. Four hours! He�d been sitting there for four hours � just waiting. He swallowed hard. Waiting to see what his fate would be. He let his head drop forwards. This brave new world wasn�t much to his liking.

For what seemed like the hundredth time, Spike pulled against his restraints. His legs were joined together by a short length of chain attached to cuffs on his ankles. They were currently also locked to a thick metal ring in the floor. His wrists were handcuffed together and a broad metal collar was fastened around his neck. A chain ran from his cuffs to the chain at his ankles, and Spike knew from when he was led into the holding cell that it was too short to allow him to stand fully upright.

He vamped out and growled ferociously as he struggled. But it achieved nothing apart from to chafe his skin. Spike groaned and shivered as he let his features fade back to human. The bloody room was freezing. Of course, being stark, bollock naked didn�t help.

The door was suddenly flung open and Spike leapt almost a foot off the bench. Being held here was starting to look more attractive than what he knew was waiting for him through that door.

A uniformed guard � a human � walked into the cell twirling a wooden stake in his hand. �Don�t move a muscle or you won�t make it to the trial.�

Spike was tempted to test that theory, but no matter what he had coming to him he still didn�t want to die. As the guard opened the padlock that connected to the ring in the floor, Spike hoped that he wouldn�t come to regret passing up an easy death.

�Prisoner, get on your feet,� ordered the guard.

�Bloody name�s Spike,� muttered the vampire as he struggled to stand.

�You�re nothing,� the guard said, slapping his face.

Spike vamped out and snarled at the guard, but he bit back an angry retort. The guard gave Spike a shove and he shuffled forwards, shoulders hunched because of the shortness of the shackles. The walk down the corridor seemed to last for hours, but in reality took only a couple of minutes. He balked when he saw the courtroom. The guard grabbed his arm and half dragged him to a metal cage.

Once inside it, Spike was told to sit down and he hissed as the guard pulled his head back, clipping Spike�s collar to the wall. The chain between his ankles was once more bolted to the floor. The metal collar bit painfully into his neck, as he tried to move his head to take in the rest of the room.

The courtroom was like one from an old British TV show. The atmosphere was as dark and foreboding as the wood panelling on the walls.

�Bugger,� he mumbled.

He held his hands so that they covered his nakedness.

The judge settled in his seat and the proceedings got underway.

�Spike, aka William the Bloody, you have been charged with��

Spike rolled his eyes and zoned out as the list of his crimes was read out.

He glanced to where his defence lawyer should be seated. What the fuck? The table was empty.

�Hey!� Spike called out, wincing as he turned to look at the judge, feeling the skin being scraped on his neck.

�Silence!� roared the judge. �You will not interrupt.�

�But,� Spike rattled his chains loudly, �my defence team haven�t showed. How can this be a fair trial?�

The judge began to laugh. Spike stared wildly around the courtroom when the prosecution lawyers joined in. All six of them. Wheezing and drying his eyes, the judge managed to get his mirth under control and peered over his half-moon spectacles at Spike.

�And why, exactly, do you think that you deserve a fair trial? We all know that you are guilty as charged. This will merely decide upon your punishment.�

�But I saved the world,� protested Spike. �Twice.�

�Objection,� called one of the lawyers. �Buffy did most of the work both times.�

�I fucking died!� Spike shouted. �She didn�t help me with that part.�

�And yet there you sit,� said the judge, raising an eyebrow. He turned to the guard. �Gag the defendant. I think that we�ve heard quite enough of his voice.�

Spike clamped his mouth shut but the guard�s strong fingers dug painfully into his cheeks and forced Spike�s jaw open. A large metal ball gag was pushed in and strapped firmly around his head.

�Ah! So much better,� said the judge. �Now where was I?�

One of the lawyers rose halfway from his seat and said, �You were about to pass out the sentence, your Honour.�

�Thank you. Well, given the extent and the diabolical nature of the crimes that the defendant is guilty of, I have no other option than to give him to one of the few surviving victims of his heinous crimes for the term of one hundred years. Should the victim die before the sentence is completed then the defendant will be either disposed of, or passed on as is stated in the victim�s will.�

A hundred sodding years! Spike couldn�t take it in. This couldn�t be happening. He�d saved the bloody world and he was being treated like this?

�Will the victim please stand."

Spike froze as he saw a tall, dark haired figure rise from the mass of lawyers at the table for the prosecution. He shook his head rapidly. No! No! Not him. Anyone but him!

The judge leaned forwards, his elbows resting on the desk in front of him. �Angel, do you understand and agree to the terms that have been set out?�

�Yes, your Honour, I do,� replied Angel with a small bow.

He was having terrible trouble hiding his smirk. A glance at Spike told him that he hadn�t hidden it from the blond. Angel winked at him, before turning back to the judge.

�Do you have anything to add?� asked the judge.

�No, sir. Everything is crystal clear. Spike is mine to treat as I like for one hundred years.� Angel frowned. �Oh, there is one thing, your Honour. What happens if Spike should die before the sentence has been served?�

The judge smiled nastily. �Absolutely nothing. For a century starting from now, he is yours to do with exactly as you please.�

�That�s good to know,� said Angel dryly. �I have a room ready where he will be prepared for transport. Can the guard take him there now?�

The judge nodded and waved his hand dismissively in Spike�s direction. �Take him away.�

Spike walked on unsteady legs out of the courtroom, down the corridor the opposite way to his holding cell and into a small white tiled room. He began to pant around the gag when he saw the various instruments laid out on a table and hanging on the walls. In the centre of the room was what looked like a dentist�s chair, with one major difference; two stirrups which would keep the legs of its occupant raised and wide apart.

Spike went rigid. No way was he going in that sodding chair. Not while he could still choose to breathe. It was no use. Another guard appeared, dressed identically to the first, and together they manhandled Spike onto the chair. His collar was locked to the head rest and his ankles freed from the manacles. Spike kicked and wriggled but it made little difference. Soon his legs were held firmly in the stirrups. He barely resisted as his wrists were un-cuffed and then strapped firmly down to the arms of the chair. A broad metal belt snapped shut around his waist. He flinched and yelped as it pinched his skin.

Then he was alone once more. Spike guessed that it must have been at least an hour before the door reopened and a tall green demon walked in.

�Time to get you all tidied up, ready for your Master,� said the demon conversationally.

Spike�s eyes followed him as he walked to the table of instruments. The demon picked up a blade, before walking to Spike and gently cupping his balls. Spike growled as loudly as the gag would allow and drool ran down his chin.

�We�ll start here shall we?�

Half an hour later, and all of Spike�s body hair save for that on his head was gone. The demon had been remarkably gentle and apart from a slight razor rash on his scrotum, Spike�s skin wasn�t so much as nicked.

�It�s a shame this has got to go, but your Master was quiet clear.� The demon rubbed its large hand through Spike�s hair.

Spike thrashed violently. The bastard! I�ll kill him!

The demon recoiled from the murderous look in Spike�s eyes and thought better of removing the gag. Instead, he slightly loosened the straps so that he could push them below the vampire�s hairline but still hold the ball in place.

Spike went rigid when he heard the buzz of the electric clippers and growled the whole time that his hair was being cut. He was almost beside himself with fury when the demon then removed even the short bristles left behind with the razor that he�d used to remove the other hair.

�I�m sorry, sweetness,� said the demon, massaging scented oil into Spike�s scalp.

For a moment, Spike forgot how angry he was. God, it felt good. He closed his eyes as his whole body was similarly rubbed with the oil. They flew open at the touch on his cock. Looking down, he could see his soft cock engulfed by the demon�s huge hand as it began to stroke, up and down, up and down. Spike wriggled as the fingers of the demon�s other hand played with his balls. Soon his cock was moist and fully erect.

Spike wasn�t surprised that he wasn�t allowed to come. He had a horrible feeling that he wouldn�t be allowed to come for a very long time. The cock ring snapped tightly around the base of Spike�s erection and a further ring gripped his balls.   Lost to the sensation of his trapped genitals, Spike didn�t notice the demon rummaging about in a box. He certainly noticed when a finger was rammed up his arse.

�Just relax, and it won�t hurt a bit,� the demon said kindly.

Spike wished he could tell him to piss off. Course it would bloody hurt. Once the demon had worked two well lubed fingers past Spike�s pucker, he reached out for the plug that he had selected.

Spike�s eyes widened in horror. It looked fucking enormous. He watched as the demon coated it liberally with the lubricant and then rested it against Spike�s opening. Although the demon was very gently, Spike screamed around the gag with the pain and humiliation that he was suffering. He was panting hard by the time that it was finally seated firmly in place.

Spike stared at the demon in disbelief as it next painted Spike�s toenails and fingernails a very pretty coral pink colour. The demon waited for them to dry before he pushed a glove onto each of Spike�s hands. The tips of the fingers were missing so that Spike�s nails could be seen. He tried to move his fingers but the gloves held them stiff.

�Can�t have you taking off your toys, now can we?� said the demon, noticing Spike�s actions. �Try not to be too upset by it. It does mean that you won�t need to be so tightly restrained once you get to the Master�s home.

Spike just glared.

The demon walked to the table and returned with a shallow bowl holding something that Spike couldn�t see.

�This will hurt,� said the demon. �Sorry.�

Spike saw that it was a piece of metal in the shape of an �A� with a handle on the back of it. His brow furrowed as the demon pressed it against his chest, and then he knew what it was. He howled as his skin sizzled as the Holy Water the metal had been dipped in burned the letter �A� into his skin.

The demon lifted the branding iron, peered closely to be sure that the mark was able to be clearly seen and then poured plain water over it to soothe it.

He�s marked me! The absolute sodding bastard has marked me!

�Lovely,� said the demon, proud of his work. �That should last for at least a month.� He smiled at Spike. �You�re ready to go.�

From a corner out of Spike�s vision, the demon pushed a large wheeled wooden crate next to the chair. He then picked up a thin leather leash and clipped it onto Spike�s cock ring.

The demon looked at Spike sternly. �Now you have got to get into the crate and trust me when I tell you that you really don�t want me to be pulling very hard on this.� He tweaked the leash, making Spike tense up. �So you will comply?�

Reluctantly, Spike nodded. There was nothing much that he could do unless he wanted to lose his danglies. He remained stationary until all of his shackles were removed and then he got off the chair only when the demon ordered it.

The demon threaded the leash through a purpose-built hole in the rear of the crate and Spike crawled painfully inside. He shut his eyes as the door was fastened securely behind him.

Spike was jolted from time to time as he was transported to his new quarters. Then the movement stopped. The door was opened and the strain on his cock ring was released, enabling him to shuffle inelegantly backwards out of it. With a groan he stood upright, closed his eyes and arched his back as he stretched cramped muscles. When he opened them, he came face to face with his Master.

Angel walked around Spike, admiring the way that his body glistened. He stroked his hand along Spike�s hairless arms and sighed happily as he caressed his property�s smooth scalp. He could feel the tension buzzing through Spike and did nothing to try to ease it when he fingered the plug. He laughed as Spike�s buttocks clenched against him.

Angel leaned close to Spike�s ear. �Remember that I own you � all of you.�

Spike shivered and began to pant. Angel walked back in front of him and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe away the drool from Spike�s chin.

�I think I�d better change this to one that makes you drool less. Not very attractive, all that slobber.�

Angel picked up the end of Spike�s leash which was trailing on the floor and gave it a gentle tug. �Follow me.�

Spike had no option but to obey. He waddled after Angel and into an enormous bedroom. The bed looked like it could happily have accommodated a football team.

�Get on your back, Spike, and get used to the view of that ceiling. You�re going to be seeing a lot of it.�

Spike rolled his eyes. As if he couldn�t guess exactly how Angel was going to use him? Angel walked to some drawers and returned with a new gag.

�This might help with the saliva problem,� said Angel, leering down at his property. �Now, not a word from those lips when I swap them over.�

Angel brushed his hand over the base of the plug in Spike ass and it began to vibrate, stimulating Spike�s prostate. Spike pushed his head back into the soft feather pillow and moaned softly. God, that was good. Too good. He barely noticed when Angel removed the ball gag and inserted the new one. It was a metal ring that sat just behind Spike�s teeth. He could move his tongue but couldn�t close his mouth.

�Have you any idea how hot you look? Your body all bare and ready for me.� Angel traced the outline of the �A� burnt into Spike�s chest. �You�re mine. All mine.�

Spike groaned and thrust his hips upwards, hopelessly over-stimulated by the vibrator. His trapped balls and cock were throbbing and despite the rings pre-come was leaking from its tip.

Angel stripped, letting his clothes fall to the floor in a heap, not caring if his thousand dollar suit got ruined. He grabbed Spike�s legs and pulled him to the edge of the bed and forced him to sit upright, with his feet on the floor. Spike wriggled his arse and got a slap and a warning to stay still. He obeyed with a whimper and looked up at Angel with huge eyes. Spike reached out with his hands to touch Angel�s cock, growling with frustration at his rigidly held fingers.

With a low chuckle, Angel rubbed the tip of his cock over Spike�s face, until finally, pushing it into Spike�s gaping mouth. He was pleased that Spike didn�t need ordering to use his tongue to stimulate him. Angel was all too soon gripping the back of Spike�s head, pulling it close so that the smaller vampire�s nose was buried in Angel�s curly dark hair, as he cried out his release. He held Spike there until his cold seed had spurted down Spike�s throat.

Angel�s softened cock slipped free and he pushed Spike�s shoulders to make him lie back down. He encouraged Spike to move up the bed until his head was once more on the pillow. By now, Spike�s eyes were half closed as he was whining continuously. Angel grinned and touched Spike�s engorged penis.

�Want this set free, boy?�

Spike nodded frantically and tried to say please but just gurgled unintelligibly.

�But you�ve been so bad,� continued Angel. �You heard the judge. This should be punishment � not pleasure.�

Please, Angel. You can make me do whatever you like, but please let me fucking come!

It had been over a week since Spike had last had sex.   That in itself was torture. Before awaiting trial, he shagged at least twice a day, usually more. That�s how he�d ended up getting caught. Too busy thinking with his prick and not his head.

Spike almost cried with relief when Angel turned off the vibrating plug. He could see that his Master was hard again already. His lips twitched in what would have been a smile but for the gag. His grandsire always was a horny old bastard.

He yelped as Angel unceremoniously pulled out the plug and rammed his cool hard length into Spike in one fluid movement. He tried to move his hips to change the angle so that Angel would hit his prostate, but a large hand firmly planted on his cock stilled him.

Spike was sure that he�d been torn as Angel slammed into his arse with no concern for his pleasure. He tried not to tense up and grunted loudly with each of Angel�s punishing thrusts.

�That hurts doesn�t it?� whispered Angel close to Spike�s ear.

He nodded.

�But, you�� said Angel, twisting his hips and his next thrust hit Spike�s sweet spot and sent shockwaves throughout his body, �like it don�t you?�

Spike threw back his head and howled. Angel laughed and with one swift move released the rings on Spike�s genitals. Spike�s eyes rolled back in his head as with just two more jabs of Angel�s cock he came harder than he had for years. His orgasm provoking Angel�s.

As Angel let his body lay over Spike�s he reached up and unfastened the gag. Spike groaned as it was removed and worked his jaw several times, before staring up at Angel.

�You�re squashing me, you fat git,� he said pushing the vampire off him.

Angel chuckled and rolled off, but kept one arm over Spike�s chest.

�Watch your mouth, or I�ll put it back in.� Angel took each of Spike�s hands in turn and removed the gloves.

Spike flexed his fingers a few times, then huffed and turned away.

�Aw, come on, Spike. You enjoyed it, you know you did.�

Spike flipped back over. �You fucking shaved my hair off! I told you � not the hair � you could do anything as long as you left it alone.�

�Well, technically, it wasn�t me�� Angel grinned a grin that Spike wanted to hit.

Spike tipped his head to the side. �What exactly did you bribe Lorne with to do it?� he asked. �And I tell you � he enjoyed it way too much,� Spike pouted.

Angel leaned in for a kiss and Spike relaxed into it until he felt the sting of the brand on his chest. He pushed Angel away.

�A brand?� he said, voice rising. �A fucking brand?�

�I�m sorry, but I just couldn�t resist. You�re mine and you know it, and now there�s the proof.�

Angel grinned that same grin again and this time Spike hit it. Angel flew off the bed and hit the wall beneath the window. Spike got off the bed and walked over to where Angel lay. He nudged him with his foot.

�The next time we role play, you�re the one in the chains.�

He glared at him and then turned on his heel and stormed out of the bedroom, but a smile played on his lips. Angel was right. He had enjoyed it � every second of it�well apart from the hair.
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