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.
Mrs. Gessel slammed the bottle of furniture polish and the stack of clean rags
down on the kitchen counter before picking up her purse and checking to make
sure she had her money and her list. She then turned her full attention to the
sullen, silent boy in front of her and she shook her finger just inches from his nose.
"I better not find one speck of dust in there when I return or I'll tan your hide
myself! I want the media room cleaned, the throw rugs taken out back and
shaken and all the dirty laundry baskets collected from outside the upstairs
Jack smiled sweetly and nodded his head silently. Judy Gessel squinted a
suspicious eye and admonished him.
"You don't fool me one little bit, Jack. I might not know exactly what is bubbling
about in that ugly little brain of your's but I know you are walking a thin line. The
Master went easy on you the last time. Next time you cross him, he won't be
Jack patted his palms on his chest and bugged his eyes open in shock and
innocence. He was clearly stunned that he could be so misunderstood and
continually treated so unfairly. He wiped a phantom tear as Mrs. Gessel
snorted her disgust and left the house.
Xander experimentally lifted both arms and flexed his back. He peeked at himself
under the sheet and wondered if his dick would ever get hard again. It had stung
when she pulled the needle out of his hand but that didn't compare to the feeling
of the catheter tube as she extracted it from the most sensitive part of his body.
He couldn't actually say it was painful, but the memory of the unpleasant
sensation of his bladder being tugged out through his piss slit left him
shuddering even now, two hours later.
Xander ran his hands around his midsection. There was no way broken ribs would
have healed this soon so, he decided, they must have only been cracked. He
couldn't deny it. He was getting better. Xander wasn't sure how he felt about that.
It meant that after several days here, he was stronger, more well fed and cleaner
than he had been in months. It also meant that he would soon be physically
strong enough to leave. To collect the duffel bag that Andre assured him was being
kept safe and to head back out to the street. To sleep on the cold damp ground.
To earn a few bucks sucking dirty cocks and spreading his ass in exchange for
a couple days food.
It also meant loneliness.
Or, maybe not.
Xander had been told that this house was a charitable organization that took in
homeless boys, fed them, clothed them, and helped them find work. All things Xander
desperately needed. Maybe he could stay. Maybe if he spoke to the owner and
offered to sleep on the floor if no beds were available. Maybe......
Jack peered out the window and watched till Mr. Gessel's car was out of sight.
He then hurried out the kitchen, through the lobby and around the corner. He
stopped outside the clinic door and strained to hear any sound. The house around
him remained silent.
Gently, he eased open the door and peeked into the dim, windowless room.
He could see the outline of the form in the bed and the warning bells in his head
told him to back out. He ignored them and stepped in.
Xander watched as the boy had moved silently into the room, probably assuming
that he was asleep.
Jack jumped straight in the air before swallowing the lump of fear in his throat and
moving closer. When he was along side the bed, he gasp. His heart felt as though it
would explode in his chest and his stomach turned upside down. It was the boy from
the bridge. The Master knew!
The Master knew and had brought this fuckin' street whore into the house.
His brain repeated the mantra
'Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm'.
Jack stared down into the questioning face and finally smiled. He was delighted to
realize that the boy had no idea who the hell he was. The possibilities were simply
too numerous to conceive. He was suddenly giddy.
"Hi. I'm Jack."
Xander's face beamed.
"Hi, Jack, I'm Xander. I haven't seen you down here before. Do you live here too?"
Immediately, the light bulb over the head moment caught Jack off guard and the
smile fell from his lips. His shoulders slumped and an expression of fear crossed
"Yeah, I'm a prisoner here too. I shouldn't be talking to you. If the Master of
the house catches me, he'll kill me, but I had to try. I had to come and warn you."
Xander frowned. He squirmed around in the bed, twisting sideways to get a
better look into the boy's eyes and search for the truth.
"Warn me? The Master? What the hell are you talking about?"
Jack rushed back to the clinic door and dramatically looked outside to assure
himself that he had not been followed, overheard or observed. He then hurried back
to Xander's bedside.
"Look, I know this won't make any sense to you but the Master of this house is a
vampire. I mean a real, Bram Stoker, lives forever type vampire. He kidnapped
all of us and he keeps us locked in here for his own use. He beats us and he
sucks our blood. Look!"
Jack pulled the collar of his polo shirt away from his neck and Xander's own blood
turned to ice when he saw the very familiar puncture wounds on the side of Jack's
Jack did his best not to giggle as he noted the look of horror on the gullible kid's
face and he quickly covered up the red, sore wounds.
"Look, I gotta go. If I'm caught here, I'm dead. I just wanted to warn you. As
soon as you are strong enough you should try to escape. All the other boys and
the Master sleep during the day. That's when you should go. Please don't tell
anyone I was here."
Xander tried to reassure Jack, the whole time his brain was spinning.
"No, no of course not. We will pretend like we never met. Thanks. Thanks for
the warning. I promise if I get out, I'll come back for you."
In a flash, Jack was gone. The door was closed and Xander was again alone.
This time, he studied the room around him for weapons, for something wooden
that would serve as a stake. Now it was Xander's turn to formulate a plan.