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TAKING THE INITIATIVE Part One A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Story AUTHOR'S NOTE Hi! I won't bore you with the details, because I know you'll be wanting to get on and read this, but for anyone out there whose wondering, this story is set somewhere at first half of Buffy's Fourth Season. I know it doesn't fit in with the story perfectly, but hey, it's just a story. Enjoy! The first thing that Oz felt was the cold. The second was leering eyes moving down his body, onto his crotch. This caused him to stir and awaken. It took him a couple of seconds to fully come to. He found himself in a white cell, with glass barriers preventing his escape. Nervous sweat coated his naked body, tender flesh pressed against the tiled floor. A small security camera in the corner of his cell moved slightly into focus, just as Oz's eyes did, and he could now see beyond the glass barrier. Standing there were two faces he recognized. Riley Finn, the lover of the Slayer, and member of the Initiative was standing, arms folded, examining Oz's body thoroughly. Beside him stood his fellow commando Grahame. He was shorter than Riley, but, even through his khaki's, it was obvious that he was in better shape. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" snarled Oz, still slightly confused. He moved to cover his crotch. Grahame smirked. "Last night you turned into a werewolf," Grahame told Oz, hardly able to control his excitement under his camouflage trousers. "So let me go, now!" "We could do that," Riley continued where Grahame left off. "But last night you injured a member of the public!" Oz was astounded. "And as Professor Walsh isn't here," Grahame broke into a wide grin, and exchanged glances with Riley, who nodded him on. "We thought we'd carry out the punishment ourselves." Oz became nervous, as a hole appeared in the glass barrier. As Riley and Grahame eagerly stepped through, the hole closed up again. Oz was being backed into a corner by the two army hunks. Riley looked stern, like he was really going to give it to Oz, whilst Grahame had a horny smile over his face. Oz's whole body was shaking, but not as much as his quivering member. Just the sight of this two fair-haired handsome men was enough to get him started. The erection was aggravated when Grahame and Riley removed their shirts and tossed them onto the ground. Oz gazed at their perfect, hairless chests. Riley was slender with nice abs and arms, whilst Grahame was muscled and well oiled. It was now clear to the two horny guys that Oz had a hell of a boner. It rose up 8 inches; letting his two beautiful balls sag down in their pinkish sack. Oz pushed his back against the cell wall, whilst Riley and Grahame came up real close to him, making it impossible for him to escape. Gazing down at Oz's pulsating, now 9.5" rod, their nipples grew hard in the chill of the cellblock. "What're you going to do to me?" asked Oz, his voice displaying his obvious anguish. "Well, it looks like YOU want us to do something specific to you by the looks of things," Riley said. "Let me touch it, Boss," Grahame pleaded, his eyes focused and hungry. "No way. We don't want him to cum this early on. Where's the fun in that," Riley leaned intimidatingly into Oz's face. "We'll just play with him for a while." Whimpering, Oz agreed to do as they command. "It'll be best in the long run, wolf boy," Grahame reassured. "And I guarantee you'll enjoy this, too!" Riley placed his hands on Oz's shoulders and began to turn him around to face the wall. Once he was, Riley stretched Oz's arms out, and then moved down his body to widen the stretch of Oz's legs. Oz braced himself, as he had a fair idea of what was to come. "Man-o-man, do you have a nice ass, or what?" giggled Grahame, his randiness showing in his voice. He began to caress the fine virgin ass. He began to move his hands closer towards the cherry hole, his fingers eager to explore the young firm ass. As one finger after another entered Oz's anus, ripples of pleasure spread throughout his entire body. Oz emitted a series of groans and moans, and a drop of his pre-cum built and fell to the tiled floor with a splash. "You like that, huh, Cute Boy?" Grahame asked. A grunt was Grahame's answer. Slowly, Grahame lowered himself to his knees, until his face was level to Oz's hole. Grahame exchanged his fingers for his tongue, and used his hands to stretch Oz's butt cheeks wide, fully exploring unknown territories. Grahame smiled when Oz let out screams of pleasure, as Grahame's velvet tongue brushed against Oz’s innocent cherry. Oz would have came right there and then, had it not been for Riley's intervention. "We're here to torture him!" Riley barked. "Chill, man!" Grahame whispered. "I've got it under control." Grahame approached Oz, and necked him from behind, so that his words tickled Oz's ear. "Did you like that, little boy?" Grahame asked. Ashamed, Oz nodded, a teardrop dripping down his cheek. "Then you're a very naughty boy. And naughty boy's need punished." "Save your tears" Riley said, fully enjoying the show, as could be seen by the tent in his crotch. "You'll need them." Grahame removed his buckle-belt from his trousers, and allowed them to slide down his legs to his ankles. Grahame gave Oz's butt one last squeeze. "Wow-ee!" he said sexily. "Your butt sure is white. Let's see what other colors I can make it." Oz braced himself, as Grahame let out several sharp whacks to Oz's ass, slowly at first, and then faster. Oz's ass quickly turned from its pale color to a pink. Grahame suddenly changed his mode of attack. As he slowed, though, so did the intensity of the whacks pick up. Oz's ass was now a red color, and it got to the point that he couldn't take anymore pain, and, tearfully, flinched out of the way, so that Grahame's self-styled "finale blow" hit against his thigh. Oz backed into the corner awkwardly, as Grahame rolled around in agony. Riley did his best to suppress a smile. "You little BASTARD!" Grahame roared angrily. Sweat now dripped from his body, and his angry eyes were intent, and so primeval, that it scared Oz to the very core. Too scared to fight back, Oz allowed Grahame to kick him to the ground and mount him. Oz was now wailing in agony. "I'm gonna fuck you! I'm so gonna fuck you, pretty boy!" Grahame snarled, as he roughly swung Oz's legs over his shoulders, and began to peel his boxers from his sweaty groin. "No!" Riley instructed, and pulled Grahame to his feet. Grahame's boxers now slid to his ankles. Grahame was now completely naked until bellow the knees, where he was still wearing his army regulation boots, socks, and the rolled down trousers and boxers. He didn't seem to mind, or even notice. "Listen, Grahame," Riley rasped. "We wanna punish this bugger, right? Well there are more effective ways than fucking him!" Grahame stared down at his erect prick, dripping with pre-cum. "But I'm horny," he whined. "Oh, we're gonna fuck him. And make him suck us. And lots more stuff. Hundreds of times over. But first we gotta show him whose in charge!" Riley kicked off his boots, and rolled down his camouflage trousers. Strapped to both of his legs were a series of different weapons, some sexual, and some that could be crudely and painfully incorporated into a sexual weapon. "Oh, Baby," Grahame exclaimed. "I know, they're beauties, aren't they?" "Not that. I think ... I think I can't hold this load in much longer. I'm gonna need to fuck something. And fast!" Grahame quickly tried to embrace Riley, but he pushed him away. "Okay, I'll do the honors," Riley said. But I have a plan." Kneeling before Grahame, Riley re-equipped Grahame's boxer. They were stained immediately by the loads of pre-cum. "Right - do what you want to me. Just keep those babies on." "Bend over," Grahame instructed. Obediently, Riley complied. Grahame removed Riley's underwear and used as a gag for Riley's mouth. Grahame never tired of having sex with Riley. Because they were both Fraternity Brothers, and both shared a room, it came natural to them to fuck each other when they were horny. But since Riley had been dating Buffy, he was always too tired after being with her to be with Grahame. That was why Grahame jumped at the chance to participate in Riley's plan. Grahame exposed the hairy ass crack that he knew so well. Riley's ass had firmed up a little since the last time they had been together last, but Grahame was too horny to take time and fully enjoy the experience. He quickly worked his thick dick into Riley's butt, causing Riley to moan and suck into his own underwear. The aroma of his of his own dick combined with the pleasure/pain of Grahame drilling into him ensured that Riley definitely was going to climax. There was so much that Grahame wanted to say to Riley, like he loved him and he wanted to be with him, but he knew that Riley would just laugh at him, and never leave Buffy. With the thought of that bitch Buffy and how she had ruined Grahame's sex life, he began to drill in as hard as possible. Half to punish Riley for leaving him, and half to make sure Riley would enjoy the orgasm so much; it would make him want to be with Grahame again. Grahame's peak was arrived at more quickly than anticipated, as his sensitive uncut head brushed against the nylon material of his boxers, causing an eruption to end all eruptions. The stud fell into Riley, and in doing so brushed against him, causing him to explode as well. The two collapsed into a heap on the floor. After a couple of minutes, they began to stir, as they heard a slapping noise. They looked up, and too their surprise, Oz was wanking his pensive 12" dick ravenously, with a broad smile on his face. His cum shot out in pearly white ribbons and spread evenly over Grahame and Riley's hair, face and sexy chests. Grahame and Riley exchanged glances and nodded their heads in unison. Immediately, they rose and tackled Oz, sending him flying to the ground. Grahame removed his cummy boxers. "Good God, Grahame! You'd have thought a fucking race horse came in them!" "I know!" Grahame exclaimed with glee. Both commando's were still horny, as could be told by their pricks popping up again. But this time, they were more confident about keeping themselves contained. Grahame stood over Oz. He was now naked except for his boots and socks. He raised Oz's head, and wrapped the whole of Oz's face in his boxers. The jism was in Oz's eyes, his mouth and in his face. "Why are you doing this thing with the boxers?" asked Oz. His voice was muffled, partly because of the boxers blocking the sound, and partly because the sperm in his mouth was hindering his speech. "Because we want your next torture to be a surprise," said Grahame, examining some of Riley's torture tools. As well as Riley's tool itself. "Next Torture?" asked Oz. "Oh yes, pretty boy!" Riley grinned. "The best is yet to cum!" TO BE CONTINUED