Giles tried moving his hands but the only result was
the sound of the hand cuffs rattling against the bed
post. Xander had done a good job in chaining him to
the bed. The librarian raised his head and looked at
his feet, attempting to move them too. No result. They
were tied to the other end of the bed with his own
ties. He had no option but to lie there and wait for
what was coming.

        The Watcher heard the boys entering the room. They
stood at the doorway looking at his naked body. Even
though he couldn't see then, he knew they were there.
Shivers ran through his body.

        The sound of foot steps told him that the three boys
were getting closer. His body jumped when he felt
something wet and warm being pressed against his toes.
When he looked, he saw that Oz had taken a position by
his feet and licked his toes. Interesting sensations
invaded the man's body.

        Xander and Devon stood by the head of the bed and
looked down on him. Giles admired their perfect, young
bodies but he was still tense. Based on their looks
there was more to come.

        The two boys kneeled on the bed and pressed their
mouths against his hands. They sucked his fingers, one
at a time, and Giles could feel the suction all they
way to his toes.

        When they were finished, they began moving up his
arms. To the wrists, arms and finally to the collar
bones, where they stopped and licked the sensitive
skin. As from a mutual sign, they boys stopped and
trailed the way up his chin with hot kisses.

        Xander smiled and looked deep into his eyes. Then he
kissed him. It was an intense kissed, filled with
blocked passion and said that if they were alone,
things would have moved at a lot faster pace. Without
breaking the connection his lips were replaced with
Devon's. His kiss was more slower, and gentler. It
didn't have the power element Xander had had.

        Giles's lips felt alone and deserted when the kiss
was broken. His mouth dried as he watched the boys
kiss each other right above his face. Their tongues
played and their breathings got heavier. Again without
a word, they pressed their mouths against his skin and
moved downwards.

        The same time Xander and Devon had tasted the skin on
his upper body, Oz had made explorations in his lower.
His lips and tongue had moved up to his ankles and up
his shin and over his knee. There he had found an
interesting sensitive spot, judged by the librarian's
deep growling and stayed there for a moment.

        When he moved his mouth over his thigh, Giles's
buttocks tightened from anticipation. His cock was so
hard that it hurt. Oz was getting closer and closer.
Finally Giles could feel his breathing on his
blood-filled organ. But the werewolf paid no attention
to his whining and slipped to his hip carefully
avoiding any contact with his genitals. The librarian
moaned from disappointment and his hips thrusted
forward.

        Xander smiled to Devon over the Watcher's chest,
where they had stayed nibbling to his nipples when he
saw the movement. They moved even more down and
finally all the three boys reached the man's belly.
They exchanged kisses.

        The dark-haired boy looked over his shoulder and
grinned. Giles knew the rules of the game and didn't
say a word but his expression told very clearly that
they should hurry.

        All the boys moved as one front towards his erection.
They eased their way closer and closer... Xander
turned again, opened his mouth and said:

"Knock, knock."

        A surprised look appeared to Giles's eyes. Then
slowly the image in front of him began fading away...

        Giles woke up. There was somebody banging to the door
downstairs. He sat up in his bed and sighed. Taking
his bath robe he walked down the stairs and opened the
door.

"Express delivery for you, sir."

        A young red-haired boy stood behind the door. He
pushed a package to his arms and then gave him some
paper to sign.

        The door closed again. Swearing under his breath, the
librarian walked back up, threw the box on the floor
and crawled under the covers. He closed his eyes,
determined to get back to sleep. Xander, Oz and Devon
were closing in on his cock. Their lips moved inch by
inch...

        The phone rang. The annoying sound slashed through
the man's head. His eyes flew open. A hand searched
blindly through the night stand for a receiver. He
picked it up and shouted:

"What?"

        At the other end Buffy's puzzled voice.

"Giles?"

        The man sat up and ran his shivering fingers through
his hair.

"I'm sorry, Buffy. What's wrong?"

        The Slayer explained the nasty situation she had had
during the night.

"OK. I'll be at the library soon."

        He dropped down the receiver and fell backwards to
the pillows. He hid his face to his hand. The dream
was gone. He knew it. Rubbing his eyes and his stubble
covered face, the Watcher got out of bed. Maybe
tomorrow night would be the night.