Fic: Retraining - Giles/Ethan/Wesley - NC17

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My second submission, still in the theme of "Giles isn't a very nice man"

Retraining

Author: Lilithangel

Fandom: BtVS

Characters: Giles/Ethan/Wesley

Rating/Warnings: NC17 for explicit sex, slavery, cross dressing, mind control, bondage m/m, m/m/m, double penetration and BDSM.

Summary: following on in my Enslavement Universe where the slayer line was destroyed before Buffy. Demons rule the earth and most humans are slaves or meat. Some magic users survived by making themselves useful to the demon lords. Ethan Rayne and Rupert Giles made a deal with Eghon and became powerful slave trainers. Giles’ skill in breaking humans is particularly prized (he’s even written books on the subject). Giles acquired Wesley and the training was so successful Giles kept him at the end as a demonstration model (and because he’d developed some feelings). Ethan’s jealousy threatened to cause trouble but Giles convinced Ethan to wear his collar to bind them together. Ethan had no idea the layers of spells Giles had placed on the collar but now it was time to put it to use.



Rupert wandered down to the stables to see how Ethan was going with the new shipment. They’d managed to secure a supply of feral humans to supplement the breeding stock and Ethan had been keen to see what they’d found. It was getting harder to find wild populations but he preferred to keep his stock as diverse as possible.

As always Wesley walked just behind him, head raised but not making eye contact with any of the demon staff Rupert employed. Today Wesley was dressed in a silk twinset with light brown stockings and red high heel shoes. Rupert never bothered with wigs or makeup he just liked the way Wesley’s arse was hugged by the pencil line skirt and how nicely Wesley’s cock cage was outlined in it. Of course the delicate blush to Wesley’s cheeks did very much appeal, it didn’t matter how much Rupert humiliated Wesley his slave never stopped being embarrassed and he found that quite endearing.

“How are they looking my dear?” Rupert asked as they entered the receiving yard.

Ethan smiled with delight when Rupert walked up and kissed him, melting into the embrace as his own need and the collar desired. Wesley stopped obediently behind Rupert and Ethan ignored him to show Rupert the stock.

“Three good looking breeders,” Ethan said pointing to the women he’d already culled from the group, “they’ll feed up nicely. Good hips and nice breasts. Providing the blood work comes back clean we’ll put a stud to them as soon as possible.”

“Good,” Rupert said, “and the others?”

“There were two youngsters,” Ethan said, “I’ve put them aside.” He ignored the moans of distress from the ferals. The group were all hobbled and gagged to reduce problems, ferals hadn’t been trained for silence yet and always protested their fate. “The rest will do well enough once broken,” he added dismissively, “I’ve had a query from Lord Garax for food stocks so any that don’t come to anything won’t cost us at least.”

“Good,” Rupert scanned the group carefully. Ethan was a good judge of flesh but his possessiveness tended to blind him to Rupert’s interests and Rupert always liked to train the most likely himself. “That one and that one,” he gestured to the wranglers and they dragged his selections forward.

A male and a female, most likely in their early twenties but it was always hard to judge. The feral populations didn’t feed well and stayed on the run so they bred lean. Her hips were wide enough but Rupert could tell Ethan had discounted her from the breeding program because of the latent magic they could both sense. The boy had a scar on his shoulder that Rupert suspected meant werewolf bite in which case he’d have to be restrained properly. It was uncommon to catch weres so Rupert suspected an emotional attachment to one of the others had hampered his escape.

“A little bit of magic,” Rupert said and Wesley made a note on his clipboard, “possibly a spontaneous mutation.” The girl pulled back from his touch and Ethan grabbed hold of her hair, tugging her to a halt while Rupert checked her out. “Not a virgin,” he said pushing her forward so he could examine her. He hadn’t expected her to be, the two youngsters were their best chance of that. Virgins commanded a high price both sexually and magically so they were always trained carefully.

He whispered the words that would bind her magic, knowing she would have had no training to combat it and she keened with distress. “It’s alright my lovely,” he said caressing her cheek, “you’ll be happy soon enough.”

A quick spell over the male revealed a wolf form as expected and he went limp when Rupert took control. It had been a long time since Rupert had mastered a were and it was exhilarating to feel the twisted magic under the skin waiting to force flesh and bone into new shapes under the moon. Rupert’s magic responded by wrapping controls around the wolf until it saw him as alpha.

“Put them aside for me,” he told Ethan who pouted but obeyed as Rupert expected. Ethan had been under the collar for six months and would never deny Rupert anything. In fact Rupert had decided that evening would complete the control. “Divide the others up among the trainers; were there any that appealed to you?”

Ethan nodded to an older female and a youngish male. Rupert smiled with understanding. Even after so many years Ethan was still working on maternal issues. The male would take all of Ethan’s other frustrations but they could afford to lose a couple of the group. It had been a very successful year thanks to the books and the Aurelius family patronage.

“Wesley,” Rupert said and Wesley stepped around to drop to his knees in front of them. Rupert always liked to show the ferals what slavery meant and it would be the perfect start to the evening.

Wesley quickly unzipped him and pulled out his cock which had hardened from dominating the young were. Wesley swallowed it down happily, not stopping until his lips were pressed against Rupert’s pubic hair. Rupert took hold of Wesley’s head and started thrusting hard knowing it wouldn’t hurt Wesley but it would reinforce his dominance to the group.

Wesley was used to the ritual now, Rupert used it every time new slaves were brought in. So as soon as Rupert pulled him off he stood and turned around to present his arse to Rupert.

Rupert pulled the plug out and held it so Wesley could take it into his mouth. It was a hard rough fucking but Wesley pushed back and took everything, skirt rucked up around his waist to reveal the metal rings constraining his cock. When Rupert came he pulled Ethan over for a bruising kiss knowing it would make Ethan feel more powerful than Wesley while reinforcing on the ferals that Rupert was the one in control.

Rupert re-plugged Wesley and Wesley turned around to lick him clean before tucking him away tidily.

The trainers took the ones Rupert and Ethan had selected and led the others away ignoring their cries and struggles. Rupert had already noted the responses to his show from the ferals and knew Wesley would have too. It was the first indicators of how training would progress and something most demons never caught. Human facial expression was largely lost on demons unless it was extreme pain or pleasure but it was part of Rupert’s skill in training them and why he was so successful.

Ethan was more skilled at finding weakness and exploiting it until Rupert was ready to twist the weakness and strengths into needs and desires. Together they really did make a perfect team. Rupert was just glad to have gotten rid of the worst of Ethan’s jealousy with the collar.

Rupert led the way back to their quarters, one arm around Ethan’s waist with Wesley following three steps behind as always. Ethan frowned when Rupert didn’t put Wesley away for the night merely leaving him kneeling at their feet while they ate. Their quarters had been done out in a Roman style with two couches side by side to lounge in with a low table between them laden with their meal.

But Rupert ignored Wesley and plied Ethan with food and drink discussing his ideas for the new slaves and how the breeding program was going. When Ethan was pleasantly buzzed from the drink (and the little extra Rupert had slipped into his glass) Rupert pushed the table aside and hooked a finger through his collar to pull him close.

“I want to share something with you tonight,” Rupert said running his tongue along the edge of the silver braided collar. Ethan shivered and pressed into his touch. “I want us both to fuck Wesley.”

Ethan pulled back anger and jealousy twisting his features but Rupert didn’t let him move away, sitting up to lean over him. “Remember that girl we had together all those years ago?” Rupert said kissing down Ethan’s chest undoing buttons as he went. “I loved the feel of your cock so close to mine as we fucked her, I could feel your cock through her wall, she was just the flesh between us it the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.”

Ethan relaxed and his cock filled at Rupert’s words, the feedback loop from the collar and his own arousal quickly dousing any negative feelings. Rupert had spent six months crafting this moment and he wasn’t going to be denied so he reinforced the feeling with a quick spell.

“Wesley, be a good boy and get naked,” Rupert said as he quickly divested Ethan of clothing.

“I want to punish him first,” Ethan said.

Rupert wasn’t surprised by Ethan’s request, knowing the other man needed to be dominant over Wesley and the punishment would justify the attraction Ethan had always tried to hide. Anyway Wesley took punishment so beautifully Rupert was more than happy for it to happen.

Wesley knew better than to reveal his discomfort at the idea, whatever Rupert decided to do to him was only right, but Rupert could see the small tremors in his hands as he disrobed.

“Over the horse,” Ethan ordered Wesley.

Rupert was particularly fond of the horse and the modifications he’d made to its design. You could bind a slave to it in several ways depending on what you wanted to achieve. There were places to attach bindings, phalluses and any number of devices designed for pleasure and pain.

Ethan chose to bind Wesley legs spread wide and bent almost in half over the horse wrists tied to his ankles with long chains. “I’m doing this for your master,” he hissed to Wesley, “so you’re not going to enjoy it at all.” Rupert suppressed a smile of triumph. Ethan never spoke to Wesley directly if he could help it so even a threat was a step forward.

Wesley kept his eyes lowered and Ethan stretched his mouth open with a spider gag. Ethan glanced at Rupert as he selected a plug. When Rupert didn’t react Ethan went with the largest one smiling at Wesley’s grunt of pain when it was pushed inside. Ethan finished by pulling Wesley’s restrained cock and balls down so they would take their share of the blows.

Rupert moved over and pulled Ethan in for a kiss. Ethan pressed against him with a sigh and accepted the paddle Rupert had chosen.

“Just one thing,” Rupert said fixing a chastity device around Ethan’s half erect cock. “Don’t want things to be over before the main event.” Ethan got a great deal of pleasure out of punishing slaves and Rupert didn’t want to miss out on his plans.

Ethan grumbled but his attention was fixed on Wesley’s splayed out body and he let Rupert lock him in. Rupert returned to his couch and poured a drink as Ethan warmed Wesley’s arse up with a few moderate blows. He knew Ethan was completely captured by the feedback from the collar so had failed to notice that Rupert was the only clothed person in the room and that both Ethan and Wesley bore Rupert’s collars and chastity devices. Ethan was his as much as Wesley was now.

Ethan applied the paddle with more force darkening the flesh on Wesley’s arse and thighs. Wesley held nothing back in his responses, gasping and flinching at the blows and screaming as best he could when Ethan struck his exposed balls or hit the base of the plug pushing it deeper than Wesley was prepared for.

Rupert could tell the bruising would take days to fade but he stopped Ethan before blood was drawn. Ethan was sweating from the exertion and Wesley from the pain and to Rupert they’d never looked so beautiful. He’d kept his hands away from his own erection and used a spell to numb the area to avoid things ending before they began.

Rupert went over to the two men and released Wesley from his bindings with a brief caress of praise then released Ethan’s cock from its leather cage. “Beautiful,” he said kissing Ethan and rubbing him to hardness.

Wesley stayed over the horse until Rupert directed him to stand. He turned to reveal a tear stained face and Rupert was compelled to repeat his praise and kiss the sides of Wesley’s mouth where the gag had dug in before removing it.

“Why don’t you lie down Ethan,” Rupert suggested with a quick caress of suggestion, “don’t touch yourself.”

Ethan spread out on one of the couches while Wesley knelt and undressed Rupert kissing each exposed piece of skin in worship. Rupert had Wesley kneel over Ethan and lean forward so he could remove the large plug.

“Beautiful,” Rupert repeated as he pushed Wesley’s hips down and guided Ethan’s cock into the slowly closing hole. “My two beautiful boys,” he said leaning over Wesley to kiss Ethan.

Slicking up two fingers Rupert pushed one alongside Ethan’s cock. Wesley was loose enough for him to easily slide the second in as well and he rubbed Ethan’s shaft before stretching the muscles of Wesley’s arse to take a third finger.

Wesley was panting but Rupert could tell he would take more so pushed him down to be chest to chest with Ethan. Slicking up his more than ready cock Rupert positioned himself and pushed the head in as he pulled his fingers free. Wesley gasped in pain and Ethan groaned at the feeling. Rupert held still for a moment and then began to push inside. This was what he’d been working towards. His two best works beneath him, Wesley’s tightness around him and Ethan submitting completely to his needs.

Slowly he and Ethan worked a rhythm up moving inside Wesley until Rupert could press up against the warm bruised flesh of Wesley’s arse and Wesley had his face buried in the crock of Ethan’s neck. Rupert was entranced by the stretch of Wesley’s arse and his and Ethan’s cocks pushed in and out. It was enough for Rupert to consider preparing Wesley for fisting at a later date. Just so long as he didn’t ruin that beautiful arse.

“I want you to come Ethan, come inside Wesley and let me feel it,” Rupert said and almost immediately felt the warmth filling Wesley up. Rupert thrust harder as Ethan’s shaft began to soften and he released the spell on his own cock. The flood of sensation that followed was enough for him to shoot as well.

As he rode out the orgasm Rupert kept everyone in place so that they stayed inside Wesley. Rupert pulled Wesley up enough to reach around to the metal rings that encased Wesley’s cock.

“Such a good boy for daddy,” he said, releasing Wesley’s cock and feeling it harden instantly. “I want you to come all over Ethan. Ethan wants to taste you don’t you Ethan?”

Ethan looked up at Rupert with lust dazed eyes but didn’t object when Wesley’s cock spurted over his chest and face. Rupert reached over and painted Wesley’s come into Ethan’s chest whispering the binding words that would complete his desires.

The perfect slaves and business partners for Rupert’s life it was everything he had planned for.

END