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Hope House

Title: HOPE HOUSE
13/46
Author: BmblBee
Paring: Primarily S/X with a very minor S/OCs.
Rating: NC17 Adult Reading
Disclaimer: The Bee has no claim on any of the characters or
products named in this story and receives no profit from anything.
Warnings: Adult language, Prostitution, Violence, strong sexual
content. NOTE: All the boys working in Hope House are over
the age of 18. The Bee does not do underage!

Summary: Long after the final battle of Sunnydale, Xander is
alone, his life in shambles. Is there anywhere he can go and anyone
who can give him hope? There just might be.





As always, kudos to Petxnd for the wonderful banner.


The next evening was business as usual. The boys drifted downstairs and,
one by one, settled in to their spot in the kitchen as Mrs. Gessel served up
plates of cheese omelets with toast. The mood was somber, quiet and unsure
as they had pondered the strange boy in the clinic and Jack's disappearance.

Gossip was strictly prohibited within the house, but they all knew as soon as
they hit the streets, the speculation would begin. Most assumed that the Master
had finally taken Jack in hand and he was probably down in the basement
on some type of punishment. That was fine with them. They had all, at one
time or another, been victim to his abuse.

Jack was a prick and not the kind that filled their pockets, although to be
fair, he did screw them at every opportunity. He stole their earnings, lied
on them to the Master, and threatened to beat them up if they squealed.

Andre gave no indication that he was the one who told. Nor did he mention
his role in the retrieval of the boy the Master seemed so interested in.
The boy who, in his opinion, was likely to die anyway considering his condition.

As the boys finished their meal, they prepared to leave when, suddenly, like
a whirlwind, the Master breezed in to the kitchen with a smile on his face
and apparently a song in his heart.

"Evening lads. All ready to go? Hop to it. Money to make, cocks to suck.
Let's show a bit of initiative, Mates. Things have been a bit light lately.
Don't make me set a quota."

Spike reached for the hot cup of tea that was being handed to him and he
continued to grin. The eight boys sitting at the table all glanced warily back
and forth between themselves looking for some bit of comprehension.
None had a clue. No one had ever seen the Master this jolly.
It was troublesome.

Finally, Andre rose to his feet, slapped Steve on the back and announced,
"You heard him. Let's go. Everybody up and out. Let's make our Master
proud."

Spike hummed as he watched them file out the door. When the last had
gone, he sipped his hot drink and sighed.
"Good lads, yes?"

Judy Gessel frowned.
"Um, yeah, I guess. So, are you ready to talk to Jack?"

The minute the boy's name came out of her mouth it was like flipping a
switch and Spike's mood went black as he remembered what Jack had
done to Xander. Slamming down his cup, he growled low in his chest and he
turned to go.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Bring him in to the study."

Mrs. Gessel relaxed. This she could deal with. Compared to a viscous,
snarling Master vampire, a cheery Spike was scary as hell.

Within moments, a light tapping on his study door proceeded the cautious
opening and entrance of the two. Mrs. Gessel stepped in, her hand gripping
the upper arm of the boy beside her. He stumbled, walking carefully and
obviously bowlegged.

Jack wore only a pair of black boxers. His head was down and his hands
clasp behind his back. When she guided him in she led him to the center
of the room and tugged. Immediately and without question, Jack dropped to
his knees in front of where his Master sat in a high back, red velvet upholstered
chair. Judy Gessel then beat a hasty retreat.

"Why are you here, Boy?"

Jack hesitated. It was a vague question that could be answered in too many ways
for his comfort.

"I am here to beg your forgiveness, Master."

Spike smirked. Score one for the boy who had no chance of winning this no matter
how many right answers he gave.

"I am your God. Confess all your sins to me, Boy."

Jack moaned. How much should he tell? How much did Spike know? Would
the whole truth get him another punishment? Did he have the nerve to risk a lie?

"I disobeyed you, Master. I did not earn my own money. I stole from the others.
I lied to them and I lied to you. I fucked a waitress at the coffee shop for free and
two weeks ago I snuck out of the house during the morning, gave the school
crossing guard a blow job and kept the money. On Tuesday, I was the one who
stole the extra cup cake and left the wrapper in Beanie's room so that he took
the blame and got the whipping. Last month when you called Tad to your bed, I
was the one who put itching powder in his boxers so you wouldn't fuck him.
On Sunday night I........"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Spike was on his feet, looming over the boy. Under different circumstances he
would have just laughed at the shenanigans, even shown pride in the lad's
ruthlessness but the fact that he didn't even see beating the fuck out of Xander
as important enough to mention, caused his cold vampire's blood to boil.

"Did you enjoy servicing your customer last night?"

Jacks eyes flew up and locked with Spike's. The terror in them was all
the answer the vampire needed.

"I see you didn't. Fortunately, Wendell is a high paying customer so if you
feel you are to good to work the stroll like the other lads, I can just arrange
a weekly for you with him. As a matter of fact, I'll bet he would be willing
to take you off my hands. Buy you outright and I would be rid of you."

Without unclasping his hands, Jack scooted forward on his knees till he
reached the spot where Spike stood. He then dropped his face forward
and began kissing and nuzzling his Master's crotch.

"Please, no. Please Master. I'm sorry. I promise I'll be good. I'll earn
more than all the others combined. Please, forgive me. Please don't do
that. Please don't let him have me again."

Spike stepped back causing Jack to fall face first on the floor.

"You know I guess part of this is my fault. I let you think you were more
than you are. You have forgotten what it's like to live on the streets.
To sleep under a bridge, cold, hungry and at the mercy of any viscous thug
that comes along and beats the fuck out of you for a few hard earned bob."

Jack's eyes darted around wildly as his brain scrambled to put two and two
together. He knew one thing for sure. Spike did NOT want him to speak
so, with his heart pounding in his throat, he waited.

"How long has it been, Jack? How long since you were brought in under
my protection? How long since you paid your own way? The scales are
not tipping in your direction, my friend. I think I need to reevaluate our
arrangement. For now, you are too injured to work. You will remain
confined to the house and will work for Mrs. Gessel. You are on total QT.
Not one word. To anyone but me. In three days we will speak again.
Until that time, I suggest you fly under my radar. Do you understand me?"

Jack hustled to his feet, nodded vigorously and backed out of the room.
After closing the door, he stuck out his tongue at it and mumbled,

"Bastard."

Spike heard.
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