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Hope House

Title: HOPE HOUSE
14/46
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 remaining eight boys quickly finished their late day breakfast and
prepared to leave the house. They all checked to make sure they had their
bus passes for the ride that would take them to their respective corner and they
were each given $5.00 for a sandwich later. Receipt required.

Although all worked on the western part of the city, the area down by the
docks, they fanned out, claiming an area specifically selected for them by
the Master himself.

Ever the consummate businessman, Spike knew his consumer. Despite all his boys
being at least 18 or older, some looked much younger. Those were the ones he
called 'baby boys'. Those were the ones that could bring in the most. Trained to
act the part of the innocent virgin, each of his baby boys could experience their
'first time' at least three times a night, complete with the patented frightened
look, the reluctant whine and finally the nympho moans and thrashing when the
best cock in the world was slid into their ass.

Working in pairs, every baby boy had and older brother who walked the stroll
with him. The illusion was that the older, more experienced boy was there to
shield and protect the innocent. Truth was, none of these boys were in any
real danger. Hope House had a rep. Anyone living, working or even just
whore shopping on this end of town knew what a Hope House boy was.

And that was what most paid for.

The opportunity to fuck a vampire's property was a walk on the wild side.
It was as close as most of them dared to get to real danger and it thrilled
the hell out of them. It insured that the johns unquestioningly paid their tab
and it was understood that, although the vampire would allow a certain amount
of pain be visited upon his property in the name of pleasure, permanent damage
would exact a revenge that no one wanted to contemplate.

The boys all recognized that they had it better than most. An independent
on the stroll was dog meat. Chewed up, spit out, and in the end, killed
without as so much as a by your leave. They had lived both sides of the fence
and knew where the green grass grew.

Silently, holding all conversation till they knew they were far outside the radius of
vampire hearing, the boys were all ready to burst by the time they hustled to the
back of the bus to claim a seat.

Steve and Snake dropped down first and Steve blurted out what they all
were thinking.
"What the fuck?"

Snake frowned.
"Did you see the Master smiling? Dude, that was just wrong."

Hunter and Beanie eased into the ripped plastic seat in front of them. Beanie
checked out all the other passengers. There were very few and most were
either high, drinking from a paper bag bottle, or already asleep.
Still, Beanie was paranoid.

"I don't think we should be talking about this."

Andre and his partner, Tad, sat across the aisle, ignoring Beanie's concerns.
"I think it has something to do with that kid that we brought in. I'm tellin'
you guys, that fucker has a table reserved at the morgue already. Why the fuck
he ain't dead now, I can't say."

Hunter rested his chin on Andre's turned back. Suddenly, he sat upright, his
eyes bugging wide open.

"Oh, fuck! You don't think Mrs. Gessel injected him with........"
His eyes darted all around to make sure they could not be overheard.
He then lowered his voice to a whisper.
".........the Master's blood."

Michael whistled low and long.
"Shit, can't be. Hell, it probably ain't nothing. I'll bet he was just brought in
to be drained. You know sometimes the Master gets a bit hungry just
before he goes to bed in the morning."

Hunter scowled.
"So you just think he was carry out? Take away?"

Finally, Beanie couldn't hold his tongue any longer.
"He didn't look like no easy meal to me. Didn't talk like one either."

All heads snapped in his direction and Beanie was center stage. When it
didn't look like he was going to give up the goods, Chris clammed his hand
at the back of Beanie's neck and he shook as though attempting to knock
lose any information the younger boy was concealing.

"Ow, ow, stop it. I'll tell. I'll tell."

The others clustered around and inside, Beanie was thrilled.

"O.k, well, the Master trusted me to look after him cause the Master
knows I'm......"

Chris smacked Beanie on the back of the head and reprimanded him.
"Quit fucking posin' and just tell."

Beanie rubbed his head and frowned.
"Fuck you. O.k, so I was sitting there reading a, um, novel and he says
"that funny" cause, you know, I was laughing and shit. So I says "How
you feeling?" Cause he looks like shit. His head is all busted up, his nose
is taped, I think his ribs are messed up and Mrs. Gessel put one of them
tubes with a piss bag up the end of his dick. Ouch! But anyway, long
story short...."

Hunter rolled his eyes.
"Too late for that."

Beanie stuck his tongue out and went on with his narrative.
"So, he asks me what hospital he is in and I told him that he ain't in no
hospital cause he is in Hope House. I could tell by the look on his face
that he ain't never heard of Hope. Imagine that, guy works the stroll
and ain't heard of Hope."
Beanie went quiet and shook his head in disbelief.

To jar loose the blockage that had damned up the flow of information, Hunter
smacked Beanie on the side of the head.
"And?"

Beanie swatted away the older boy's hands in a flurry of slaps as he
leaned away.

"And nothin'. He started asking a bunch of questions about the guy who runs
the house and what we do there and how he got there and I got the hell out.
I went and told the Master and Mr. Gessel and I took off. I do know this
much, when I left, the Mrs. Gessel was going in there to talk to him and I'd
bet my next cherry popper that this has somethin' ta do with Jack."

The others sat back on their bench seats and let all the startling information
sink in. Unfortunately, there was no more time to come to any shared conclusion
as the bus quickly arrived at the first stop.
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