Xander fumbled with the lock to his front door. It was kind of hard to concentrate while bleach boy was grinding his hard-on into him. The vampire was insatiable. He’d just come in the car twenty minutes ago for goodness sake! He couldn’t believe the vampire had made him do that! Actually he could. The brunette, for his part, could not remember ever being so hard in his life.
Spike had been teasing him off and on since they’d left the crypt. Every time Xander’s erection had started to soften the slightest, the vampire had stroked and tormented him until he was painfully hard again. The young man jumped as the vampire squeezed his ass just as they entered the apartment.
The place looked exactly has it had when Xander had left it the previous morning. Somehow he had expected Spike’s ownership of it to change things. He turned, and his mouth stayed open in shock as the vampire waltzed into the apartment. He’d never invited the vampire here before.
“I don’t need to be invited into my own place, Kitten. This place became mine the second you completed the bond,” the brit told him quietly.
“Oh,” the mortal answered, feeling slightly dejected.
“You must be hungry, Kitten. Why don’t we go into the Kitchen and fix you something to eat?” the blond swiftly changed the subject as he set his worn duffel next to the door.
“I’m not really hungry, Master,” Xander replied softly. His stomach was in knots.
“You need to eat. Need to keep up your strength. You’ll need all your energy later,” the blond snickered, taking the other man’s hand and dragging him into the kitchen.
Quickly, the blond punk opened the refrigerator and started pulling things out handing them to the astonished mortal. The human watched dumbfounded as the vampire rummaged through his cupboards.
“Where do you keep the cutting boards?” the vampire asked, picking up a couple of knives and handing one to his companion.
“Um…there…over the stove,” the dark haired construction worker answered. Spike just nodded, pulling a couple of practically new boards out of the cupboard above the stove and handing one to Xander. The board had almost never been used. Neither he nor Anya had really cooked.
“Cut up that onion,” The vampire ordered. Okay, the young man thought, I can do that. Xander watched bewildered has the vampire prepared ingredients. How did Blondie know how to cook? He didn’t have to eat! Finally noticing that the human was basically useless in the kitchen, the vampire sent him to sit at the breakfast counter. He watched in amazement as the vampire actually made food out of the assorted stuff that had been lying around his refrigerator.
“Eat up, Kitten,” the vampire ordered, setting a plate in front of the bewildered human.
Xander tentatively took a bite, quickly followed by another. This was one of the best omelets he'd ever tasted.
“Good?” the blond asked, quirking an eyebrow as the other man shoveled food into his mouth. The mortal had not realized just how hungry he had been until the fork had touched his lips. He nodded slightly.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Kitten,” his Master whispered, sliding his chair closer and reaching out to stroke his leg. The vampire continued doing so, inching his way up to towards the mortal’s groin, as the brunette tried to finish his dinner. Does he have to do that while I’m eating?
“Leave it. You can take care of it later. Show me the rest of the flat, ” vampire instructed as Xander finished his unexpected meal.
“Yes, Master,” the young man replied, visions of B horror movies flashing through his head. Leading the peroxide blond into the living room, he casually waved his arm. “This is the living room and dinning room. The first door down that hall to the left is the bathroom and the next one is a storage closet. The door on the right is the bedroom.”
The bleached menace walked around, seemingly inspecting the place, before flopping down on the sofa in a lazy sprawl.
“It should do. Now I believe we have some business to take care of don’t we?” the blond asked, nonchalant. Shit. Xander had hoped that the vampire had forgotten his earlier threat of punishment.
“Yes, Master,” he nodded miserably.
“Before we begin we’ll need to divest you of all those nasty clothes. Strip for me, Kitten,” the vampire ordered, eyeing him hungrily. “No, I said strip,” the vampire chided as he started unbuttoning his shirt. What the hell does the bleached freak mean? I am stripping! What does he want? To see me dance around the roo… Oh.
“Mas…” he began to protest, but he stopped mind stream at the chilly look Spike gave him. His face burning, he began grinding his hips to non-existent music. He studiously avoided looking at his owner as he ran his hands over his body. Spike was leering at him, crooking his finger and motioning him to make his way closer. The mortal danced awkwardly into the vampire’s grasp, unbuttoning his shirt has he went.
“Very pretty,” the vampire cooed, putting his hands on the human’s waist. Clumsily, Xander towed his shoes and socks off. He kept on rolling his hips as he unzipped his pants, releasing his tortured cock. Cool hands glided down to cup his ass as he slid out of his jeans.
“That was very nice, Kitten, but it’s time for your punishment to begin. You were such a bad boy in the car. Lay yourself over my lap,” the blond whispered seductively, reaching to help Xander do just that. The brunette felt incredibly clumsy as he positioned himself across the older creature’s lap. He tried to ignore the very hard erection that was now pressed into the vampire’s black denim clad leg. He couldn’t believe that he'd just docilely laid himself across Fangless’ lap. Of course he supposed he, of all people, shouldn’t call the vampire that anymore, considering Spike had been munching on his neck the night before.
He shivered as he felt the blonde’s hand stroke his exposed bottom. He was nervous, not sure exactly how harsh the vampire was planning on being. When Anya and he had experimented with spanking before, he’d enjoyed doing it to her, but he’d been most turned on when she had spanked him. It mortified him to think that he might become even more aroused by the evil undead doing it to him, but he’d been tormented for so long now he was afraid of how he would react. Part of him hoped that Spike would just be out to hurt him, but so far, the vampire seemed to take a perverse pleasure in turning his former enemy into his sex toy.
“Are you ready for your spanking, Kitten?” the vampire asked, resting his hand on Xander’s unprotected rear-end.
“Yes, Master,” he sighed, trying to relax despite himself.
“Good,” the vampire replied bringing his hand loudly crashing down. His smacks were painful, but not overly harsh. His master spread the slap evenly over his cheeks, making sure to cover the entire area.
“Why are you being punished, Kitten?” the vampire asked as he administered a few hard slaps on the underside of each cheek, right on the sit spot.
“Cus I wouldn’t blow you,” Xander muttered between clenched teeth.
“That’s right. Why would I punish you for that?” the blond demanded, never slowing the spanking.
“Because you told me to,” Xander answered tightly.
“So. Why do you have to do what I tell you to?” Spike insisted, slapping his now burning cheeks with just a bit more force.
I won’t say it, Spike. No way, mister psychotic blond vampire man. Screw you. No, enough screwing has been going on, thank you. Shut up, brain.
“Answer me, Kitten,” the vampire urged, continuing his assault on Xander’s throbbing ass when the mortal did not answer.
God, just stop it, you bleached-out leech. He’ll get bored with this eventually. Ouch. If the boss puts me on deskwork I am way past done for. Ouch.
“Because I belong to you,” Xander half sobbed, forcing the words past his lips, no longer able to stand it.
“Who am I?” Spike repeated, punishing the mortal’s swelling bottom.
“My Master,” the dark haired man cried in a hushed voice. His ass was starting hurt a lot.
“That’s right, Kitten. When I ask you to do something, I expect it done and without the fuss you gave me earlier today. Is that understood?” the blond scolded.
“Yes, Master,” Xander replied, hoping that Spike would stop soon.
“Apologize,” Spike ordered.
“I’m…I’m sorry Master,” the brunette gasped, tears forming in his eyes. He knew and really did not need reminding.
“Tell me you’re sorry you were a bad boy and that you’re sorry I had to punish your naughty little bum. Now,” the Master vampire commanded.
“I’m sorry I was a bad boy, Master. I’m sorry you had to punish my naughty little bum.” Xander choked out bitterly, the tears that were gathering finally falling. Xander supposed he had them coming after some of the derogatory things he’d said to the vampire since he’d been captured by the Initiative.
“Good boy,” the vampire praised, slowing his spanks until they tapered down to nothing. He rubbed small, soothing circles over the small of Xander’s back. He slowly lifted the boy and deposited him back onto his lap in a sitting position. He wrapped his arms around the quietly crying mortal and shushed him until his tears stopped.
“I believed I also promised you something else, Kitten. I think it’s time we tried out the bed, don’t you? Go wait in there for me,” the vampire whispered seductively, reaching to stroke Xander’s erection, which had never flagged during the whole process.
Xander got up almost mechanically. He paused, opening the bedroom door. It wasn’t his room anymore. Suddenly he almost wished Spike had forced him to live at the cemetery. Once they entered this room everything that had ever been his would belong to the vampire, though if he told himself the truth, he knew the contents of that room already belonged to Spike.
The bed he had shared with Anya was now the property of the neutered vampire. Spike was going to have sex with him – again - on that bed. They were going to lie on sheets where he’d cuddled close to Anya as they slept entwined in each other’s arms.
“What’s wrong, Kitten? Did you forget to make the bed,” the immortal creature huskily murmured in his ear. The younger man nearly jumped out of his skin. Feeling cold lips graze the back of his neck, he silently reached for the doorknob and pushed open the door.
He mindlessly let Spike steer him towards the bed. Tremors went through his body as the vampire caressed him. Spike mindful of his tender bottom had him lay down on his front. He stared off into the distance as the vampire stripped out of his clothes.
“Relax, Kitten your punishment is over. Spread your legs for me. Such a good boy,” Spike praised as Xander dutifully obeyed.
Xander felt his Master’s hands caressing the inside of his thighs. He vampire reached under him, installing a pillow under his hips, and lifting his reddened bottom up. He heard Spike chuckle as he gasped, when the vampire parted his tender cheeks. He tried not to moan as the vamp teased his asshole. If he’d known having his butt played on would feel this good, he would have let Anya use her toys on him, as she had requested numerous times. He groaned, visions of his ex-fiancée fucking him with a strap-on flashing through his mind, just as Spike’s slicked finger entered him. The vampire wasted no time, quickly finding his prostate. He ground himself into the pillow desperate for some relief.
“Stop that, Kitten, or you won’t be allowed to come,” the vampire warned. The vampire slid in two more fingers and Xander tried to stay still. He could feel his cock leaking. He gasped at the pain in his inflamed ass when Spike finally entered him. Each time Spike’s body thrust into him it felt like he was being spanked again. Of course each thrust was also accompanied by waves of pleasure as the vampire made sure to angle them just right. Xander wanted desperately to reach down and stroke himself, but he knew the vampire would punish him for even attempting that.
“Would my, Kitten, like to come? Would you like me to bring you off?” Spike teased, increasing the speed of his thrusts.
“Please, Master,” Xander begged without shame. He was desperate for some relief.
“Just ask me nicely, Kitten, and I’ll do it, but you have to ask for what you want,” Spike urged him. Bastard.
“Please, Master, touch me, please,” Xander asked despairing.
“ I am touching you, Kitten,” the vampire taunted.
“Please, Master,” he pleaded.
“Ask me for what you want,” the blonde insisted, pumping into him fast and hard.
“Please touch my cock, Master. Please jerk me off,” Xander begged. He almost cried again, this time with relief, as he felt his Master’s hand start to fist him.
“I’d love to, Kitten. Bugger! Your hot little bum feels so good against me. It’s so nice and warm. I’m going to spank you sometimes before I take you, Kitten, just so I can feel those hot cheeks against me,” the vampire promised. The idea sent bolts of pleasure down to his traitorous cock. He would have come right then if Spike reached between them and gave his balls a good sharp tug. Oh no, the mortal thought, I’m not going to make it if he doesn’t let me come.
“You haven’t been given permission yet. If you ask me for permission I’ll give it, this time,” the blonde promised, using his thumb to tease the very head of the human’s over-sensitized penis.
“Please, Master, let me come,” he begged.
“Ask me for permission. Ask if you may,” the vampire instructed.
“Please, Master, may I come. Please,” Xander pleaded, conceding at this point, simply wanting to come.
“Good boy. Yes, Kitten, you may come,” Spike told him, stroking him faster. The vampire’s other hand reached under him and gave his left nipple a good sharp twist. Tremors ran through Xander’s entire body as he came in big spurts all over Spike’s hand. Spike did not last very long after, kissing and nibbling at his throat before sliding his fangs into Xander’s neck and drinking. Xander was surprised when this time there was almost no pain. It had hurt so much last time. He was too tired now to ask why though. Spike pulled out of him carefully. The human went unresisting into his master’s arms and was nestled against him, as the vampire pulled the covers over them before they both fell asleep.
Spike woke later that night to big brown eyes staring intently at him. He smiled to himself, looking down at his boy. Bugger if he didn’t want the little ponce again. The boy may not have been what he originally wanted, but the vampire had to admit that now that he’d sampled the goods he couldn’t seem to get enough.
“What has you looking so perplexed tonight, Kitten?” Spike asked, absently brushing the hair out of his boy’s forehead.
“I… um” the boy mumbled.
“Spit it out, boy,” the vampire snapped in exasperation.
“I was sort of wondering about something,” the young human began cautiously. What was the pup going on about this time?
“What’s that, Kitten?” Spike prodded.
“When you bit me,” the whelp started again tentatively.
“Yes?” the blonde probed, seeing where the boy’s questions were going. Boy’s not as daft as I thought.
“Um… Well last night when you… when you bit me, it really hurt, a lot,” the boy whispered, a little fearfully.
“I was angry, Kitten,” Spike answered, stroking his pet’s cheek. The boy needs a shave, he thought.
“You’re not anymore? Master,” the mortal hastily added, lowering his eyes.
“Not really, I’m a fairly adaptable creature. That’s how I managed to survive the Initiative and the chip, Kitten. I adjusted, I always do. I’m making the best of things,” the vampire told him. He should have taken the opportunity to say something nasty, to tell the boy how he’d been robbed, but the mortal’s voice had sounded so small and insecure. Bloody hell, I’m a ponce. “So when I tasted you the first time it was painful?” he continued, changing the subject. The boy trapped in his arms just nodded. “What did you want to know exactly, Kitten?”
“How come it didn’t hurt tonight?” the young man asked. The vampire had to smile, thinking of what had happened earlier that night. He didn’t know how he’d stop himself from continuously pulling the brunette over his lap. His slave had been lovely sprawled across his knees, cock hard as he squirmed ever so slightly beneath his master’s blows.
“I figured that’s where you were going with this. Alright pet, but this is between the two of us, understand?” the vampire admonished.
“Yes, Master,” the mortal nodded. The vampire wasn’t too worried, since he had no intention of letting this one near the watcher again.
“Do you remember what I was doing right before I bit you last night? Not that, wanker!” Spike laughed, noting the rosy color spreading across the boy’s face. “To your throat,” he continued.
“You were kissing and licking my neck and stuff,” Xander recollected, still blushing prettily.
“That’s right, I was making you ready for my bite. See, Kitten, vampire saliva, well, it has healing properties, and when we’re about to feed, numbing ones. It also arouses our victims, turns the feeding into an erotic experience. That’s why soldier boy was so into it.
“It makes feeding a lot easier since it can pacify your prey a great deal. When I licked over the area I was going to bite, it made you ready for me. That’s why it didn’t hurt you this time,” the blonde explained, reaching down to tweak one of his boy’s delectable little nipples. He grinned as his boy tried to turn away in an attempt to conceal his moan of pleasure.
He turned the mortal onto his back and started pinching and gently twisting both of the human’s sensitive tits. Xander began squirming on the bed, despite his undoubtedly sore backside, as his master pulled and squeezed the dark little nubs of flesh harder. The blond vampire continued tugging and manipulating his boy’s chest until the mortal lay gasping on the bed, the tender flesh red and swollen.
Spike bent down, soothing one of the tortured nipples with delicate licks of his tongue, while he continued to torment its mate. He could scent his slave’s arousal in the air. Taking the tit in front of him into his mouth, he began suckling it very gently, as his tongue continued to lave it with gentle strokes. He cruelly alternated pinching and scratching his boy’s other nipple with his nails. Xander writhed as the vampire switched, reversing his attention on each nipple. He reached between the mortal’s leg, not at all surprised to find his boy’s cock hard and dripping. Never seen anyone who loves havin ‘is tits played with so much.
“Don’t move,” the blond ordered. “And, Kitten, if I catch you touching yourself, I’m going to use that paddle we bought earlier and I’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week. And you can forget being allowed to come for at least the next month. Do you understand me, Kitten?” the vampire continued, blowing on one of the still glistening nipples.
“Yes, Master,” his boy, responded plaintively. He gave the boy’s nipples one more twist before leaving the room. He quickly made his way to the front door collecting the things they’d purchased from Minara earlier that evening. Rifling through the bags as he made his way back to the bedroom, he collected the things he was looking for. The sight of his boy was almost too much for the vampire. Xander was lying nude on the bed, his erection leaking steadily onto his belly, and clenching the sheets at his sides in an obvious attempt to keep himself from caressing his aching flesh.
Sitting next to the whelp on the bed, he pulled a cock harness out of one of the bags. “This way you won’t have an accident,” Spike chuckled; quickly fitting the mortal with the harness, despite the hangdog look his boy gave him. Spike ran his finger over the tip of the boy’s swollen penis after he finished securing the restraint. Xander just whimpered in frustration.
“Don’t be greedy, Kitten. You just came. Turn over,” the vampire commanded. He quickly secured the boys arms behind his back. Minara had been right; the blood red cuffs did look good on his boy, especially next to his reddened bottom. Spike rolled the mortal back over, carefully arranging the pillows beneath him so he would be comfortable.
The mortal wriggled slightly, seemingly trying to get used to the feelings of being bound. Spike stroked his boy’s tightly confined erection a few times, before returning his attention to his sensitive nipples. He leaned over and resumed abusing the boy’s small dusky nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth. It was not long before he had his pet whimpering in frustration. The poor thing’s cock was incredibly hard and erect.
Reaching discreetly into one of the bags he’d left beside the bed, the vampire wrapped his hand around a tiny deer-hide flogger. He doubted his slave had even noticed him pick it up at the store. It was designed for cock and ball torture, but would do nicely to torment his pet’s poor titties. Without warning, he stopped his ministrations and brought it down on the human’s right nipple.
“Has anyone else ever tortured your tits this way before, Kitten?” the blonde asked, bringing the flogger down again several times on the mortal’s vulnerable chest.
“No, Master,” his slave answered, shaking his head. He could see Harris’ obvious fear, but his arousal was equally obvious. It was apparent the boy wanted to protest, but was afraid to do so.
The vampire brought his free hand to the boy’s cock, teasing the slit. The boy kept twisting uncontrollably, as Spike continued lashing his torso with sharp, stinging blows. Finally, he tired, tossing the whip aside. Reaching beside the bed again, the vampire brought out a pair of nipple clamps.
“I’m going to put these on you now, Kitten, and then I’m going to bugger your tight arse again,” Spike warned his boy, applying an alligator clap to each erect nipple. The young man gasped, biting his lower lip.
The vampire turned the boy unto his belly, forcing him to his knees. The construction worker, arms still secured behind his back, lay his forehead on the bed. The vampire made quick work of stretching the boy’s passage, which was still moist from their earlier encounter.
The immortal creature quickly slicked his straining organ and buried himself deep inside his boy. The mortal was not the only one who’d gotten exited by their play. Spike was truly beginning to love plundering his boy. He reached beneath them grasping the swinging chain that dangled between the youth’s tits; the human would buck under him every time he gave it a light tug.
He continued leisurely fucking the dark-haired mortal, taking his time and enjoying the warm soft firmness around him. The mortal was softly whining in protest. Spike reached down and teased his pet’s trapped manhood with soft strokes.
“Such a pretty Kitten, all hard for me. You feel so good squeezing me,” the vampire purred. He pulled the clamps off the boy’s body roughly. The boy gave a small cry, convulsing all over. Spike thrust into the mortal hard and quick. He came with a roar, collapsing on top of the mortal.
“Hmm, “ the vampire murmured kissing the back of the mortal’s neck. The young man was trembling with need. The blonde rolled off of the dark haired mortal, turning him back unto his back.
His boy’s nipples were beginning to bruise; he kissed each one quickly in silent apology. His Xander looked beautifully frustrated. He circled the crown of the mortal’s cock with the pad of his thumb. His boy unconsciously rolled his hips. “Please,” he begged softly, looking at Spike with his big brown eyes. The vampire briefly considered punishing the boy for the lapse, but decided that he was suffering enough.
“I think we need a shower now,” the vampire suddenly decided, sitting the boy up. He removed the cuffs, tossing them aside. Taking the mortal’s hand, he led him to the bathroom.
“Remember now, Kitten, you are not allowed to come unless I give you permission. You’ll be disciplined if you disobey me,” the vampire smirked, working loose the straps that had confined the mortal’s painfully hard organ. Taking the youth’s hand, he led him into the bathtub, pulling the curtain behind them.
Turning on the water as hot as he thought the human could stand, he positioned them both underneath the spray. Grabbing the shampoo bottle off of the rack, he began to wash the younger man’s sable hair. He’d always loved doing it for Dru. He tilted the dark head back, rinsing out the soap, careful not to get any into the human’s eyes.
Taking the washcloth from the rack behind them, he washed the mortal’s chest very cautiously, letting the rough fabric caress the human’s abused nipples. Working his way down the mortal’s belly, he continued his washing, carefully avoiding the aching sex. The vampire tenderly washed the boy’s rear, reaching between his cheeks and teasing his well-used hole with the coarse material. He smiled inwardly as the boy involuntarily spread his legs. Finally, he grasped the mortal’s erection and began washing it efficiently and as quickly as possible. He wanted to clean the boy’s organ, while providing as little sexual pleasure as possible.
“Next time you shower, Kitten, I want you to do something for me. In fact I want you to do this for me every single day. I want you to shave your pubes off, pet,” Spike whispered, washing his pet’s back. The look his boy gave him was one of pure venom.
“I can’t wait to feel you all smooth and silky. You’ll be so beautiful for me,” Spike cajoled, unnecessarily running the washcloth up his boy’s shaft.
Satisfied, Spike turned off the water and dried them both off. The mortal was still gloriously hard, his erection proudly jutting out in front of him. Spike smiled. The water pelting his organ must have been pure agony.
“Time to put this back on,” on the Brit grinned, picking up the harness he had laid on the toilet seat. If looks could stake. Spike re-imprisoned the mortal’s organ straightway. “There,” he smiled, “now we can play some more.”
Spike smirked, leading the mortal back into the bedroom. He laid the mortal on the bed, wrapping the scarlet cuffs back around his wrists and then attaching them to the headboard. Rifling around till he located the ankle cuffs, Spike made short work of attaching them to the mortal. After stuffing a couple of pillows under the boy to elevate his bottom, the blond fastened each leg to the bed, spreading them wide. Taking an Ostrich feather out of one of the bags on the floor, Spike smiled down at the gorgeously exposed boy.
Oh, God! Xander Harris couldn’t remember ever being this hard before in his young life. The sex they’d just had had been the most intense thing he’d ever experienced. The things Spike had done to him were things he’d only dared to dream of asking Anya to do to him. His ass and chest were so tender; the flesh felt swollen and enormous.
He’d felt so humiliated when Spike had spanked him earlier and forced him to say those things. He couldn’t believe how hard he’d come though when bleach boy had made him beg. Somehow he knew that if, by some strange twist of fate, he ever got out of this ‘arrangement’, what had happened tonight would fuel his jerk-off fantasies for the rest of his life. It was as though the vampire had stolen and twisted all of Xander’s deepest sexual fantasies, making them live and adding to the young man’s humiliation.
He swallowed nervously; the evil undead looked like he was ready to devour him. The young construction worker pulled at his bonds, but they held firm. The blond creature ran a cool hand up Xander’s muscular leg, sitting down beside his tightly tied slave. Spike slowly ran the black feather down his flank, causing Xander to giggle involuntarily.
"Ticklish are we, Kitten?" The vampire mocked, circling his belly button with the feather. Sensing it was a rhetorical question, the human kept his mouth shut. And he did too know what ‘rhetorical’ meant.
The feather made its way down his leg, carefully avoiding his cruelly bound groin. He prayed Spike wouldn’t leave him in this thing too much longer. The vampire got up, following the feather past his knee and down to his feet. The young man gasped as his master tickled the arch of his unprotected foot.
Spike kept it up quite some time. Xander was laughing helplessly; his whole body trembled uncontrollably when the vampire finally decided to run the feather back up his body. He felt a jolt in his helpless cock when the blond started circling each of his nipples with the feather. By the time the vampire decided that the inside of the brunette’s thighs were in need of his attentions, Xander was sure his balls were going to explode. He needed to come so badly.
Xander nearly cried when Spike started tickling his testicles with the soft feather. If not for the straps of leather tightly tethering his penis, the dark haired man was sure he would have exploded. He blushed when he heard himself whimpering as the puffy plume caressed his shaft.
The Slayerette lost complete track of time as his master teased and tormented his sex. It might have gone on for five hours or five minutes, he really couldn’t be sure .He only had one thought now - come. He almost sobbed in relief as he felt the straps of the harness being loosened. He felt Spike pet his thigh, before the vampire left the room.
He’s going to leave me here, like this, the mortal thought angrily. That neutered freak! Ha, ha, Blondie. This is not funny. What if something happens? Spike could have at least untied him before he left, he thought bitterly. Well at least now is erection might have a chance to start flagging just a little, if he could stop thinking about sex. He could do that.
Okay, no more thoughts about sex. No, sir, not thinking about sex while I’m naked tied up on the bed. Eep!
Okay, think un-sexy thoughts. Willow and Tara running their lips over each other’s bodies. Not helping! Buffy, hum…no. Buffy and the Buffybot. That is not helping, stupid brain. Faith the psycho bitch? Faith and Cordy writhing together. Stupid mind.
Anya and Spike going at it on a table at the Magic Box. Hey, that image is not sexy! I’m still deeply angry about that.
Okay, forget about women. Angel… Angel and Wesley going at it. Oh, God. Stupid vampire. Think un-sexy. Since when are those two sexy? Giles…what could be more un-sexy than G-man?
Xander cursed himself as an image of the Watcher and Ethan Rayne going at it filled his mind. He was doomed. What the hell what that damned bloodsucker doing to him? He’d never thought of men like that before, not really.
Ha! I’ve got it…naked Principal Snyder. Better, naked Principal Snyder doing naked Quentin Travers.
"Whatever you’re thinking about, Kitten, it must be nasty," his master said as he re-entered the room smirking down at him. "You thirsty, pet?" the vampire continued, bringing a glass of water to the mortal’s lips. The young man gratefully took a sip. He hadn’t even realized how thirsty he’d gotten.
"I ordered some dinner," the vampire announced.
"Um, Master?" the boy ventured.
"Yes, Kitten?" Spike grinned, running his hand up Xander’s quivering thigh.
"Are you going to untie me?" the brunette finally asked in exasperation. Spike had never forbidden him to ask questions, after all.
"No, Kitten, not for a while yet," Spike declared, reaching to fondle his slave’s exposed balls. "So bloody gorgeous spread out all hard just for me. You’re such a good boy. I know how hard this is," the vampire whispered mockingly, stroking the mortal’s hardness again. Xander tried to bite back his moans of frustration.
Spike’s finger was circling his anus, stimulating the sensitive flesh there, when the doorbell rang. "That will be the pizza, Kitten. Be right back sweet," the vampire waved has he left his again, pulling on his tight jeans as he went.
Xander flushed at the thought of Spike opening the door to a stranger, while he lay naked and helpless, his cock rigid, just a few dozen feet away. He heard Spike pay the pizza boy and then lock the door behind him. The Scooby’s stomach growled as the aroma drifted to him.
"Hungry, Kitten?" Spike asked, devouring a slice of deluxe pizza.
Xander hated vegetables on his pizza. Somehow he was sure the vampire knew that. He was starving though, so he nodded.
Spike finished off his slice, and then brought one to the mortal’s lips. Oh, for God’s sake. The stupid vampire couldn’t untie him so he could eat? Guess not. Xander morosely took a bite out of the pizza slice.
"Well go shopping tomorrow night. You will start eating better from know on, Kitten. You’ve gotten a little pudgy over the last year," the vampire declared, continuing to feed him. Wonderful…his vampire master thought he was fat. Great, the young man thought, He’s turning me into a girl and I think I may have low self-esteem or maybe PMS.
"Gotten a bit out of shape, silly tosser, which we are going to take care of. I lived in your basement remember? I’ve seen the way you take care of yourself, Kitten," the vampire told him exasperated, stuffing another small piece of pizza into the mortal’s mouth to forestall any arguments. Finally satisfied, Spike took the pizza away and the brunette distantly heard him put it in the refrigerator.
"Now where were we?" the blonde asked sitting next to him and picking up the stupid feather. He tried to twist out of his way, but Spike grabbed his cock firmly by the root, holding him firmly in place. Xander struggled as best he could, as he was once again teased beyond endurance. Just when the boy thought he would burst, the stimulation stopped.
"Please," he gasped exhausted, the stimulation, with no relief in site, was becoming painful.
"You’re not coming again tonight, Kitten," the vampire announced, again tormenting the slightly bruised entry to his body again. "You’ll become used to being hard for me soon. Tell you what, Kitten. You do a couple of things for me and I’ll let you go to sleep alright?" the blonde immortal offered. Maybe he could tell the mortal was at the end of his rope.
"Please, Master," Xander wasn’t even sure what he was begging for. He only knew that he was going to loose it if the vampire didn’t stop it soon.
"Alright, pet," the vampire tried to appease him. Xander watched quietly as Spike released the crimson cuffs that circled his extremities from the chains securing them to the bed. Spike wiggled out of his jeans. How could the vampire stand to wear pants that tight? Well, of course, he doesn’t have any circulation.
Spike tossed him the lube as he lay back folding his arms behind his head. "Stretch yourself, Kitten," the vampire grinned.
"What?" Xander shrieked, looking down at the tube in his hand as if it was about to bite him.
"Put some of that on your fingers, then finger your hole until you’re ready for my cock," the vampire repeated calmly. "I’ve done it to you a couple of times, pet. I’m sure you know the mechanics by now."
The dark haired human opened the tube, spreading some of the slimy liquid unto his fingers. Nervously reaching between his legs, Xander found the small entrance he was looking for and started pushing a finger inside. He wiggled it around experimentally. It was weird doing this to himself.
"Find your sweet spot and play with yourself for a little while," the blonde ordered, leaning up on one elbow so he could look down at the younger man. Xander obeyed, trying as best he could to imitate the way the vampire touched him. Light danced in front of his eyes as he found the gland and started rubbing it. He really wanted to wrap his fist around his cock, but he’d already been warned that orgasm wouldn’t be in the cards again that night.
Spike was looking down at him with a proprietary gaze. The vampire started petting his hair again, as Xander was discovering was often his habit. Maybe it was a throwback from taking care of Drusilla all those years.
Xander supposed he should be grateful that the blond had decided to be gentle with him. He’d envisioned all sorts of nightmare scenarios when he’d decided to deliver himself into slavery. Not the least of which was spending the rest of his days locked in some dank hole, to be used as Spike’s chew toy. He supposed very deep down he’d even prepared himself for the possibility that he would be raped. He’d always thought the blond would just take whatever he wanted.
Somehow, this was worse. A wave of shame washed over him as he shuddered with physical pleasure. He shouldn’t be enjoying the sick things Spike did to him. What kind of sick pervert was he?
He’d broken down like a baby when the vampire had fucked him the first time and now the very next night he was laying here with a finger up his ass. It felt so good. Xander had never felt this dirty or disgusting in his life.
"Use more fingers, Kitten. Is it good? Feels so good doesn’t it? You should see the picture you make," Spike purred.
Xander threw his head back gritting his teeth. He was afraid he was about to violate his Master’s command and shoot all over himself.
God! He was so depraved. But he had to do this. He’d promised himself to the vampire. The pact cast bound him to obey his master’s wishes in order to preserve the power of that fucking orb.
Spike wanted him to do this. He was Spike’s.
"Good boy," Spike congratulated him, pulling his fingers out of his body. The vampire swiftly connected the cuffs behind his back, denying him the use of his arms again.
"I want you to pleasure yourself some more, Kitten, on my cock. Ride me," the blond ordered, leering.
How was he supposed to do this without his hands? Xander awkwardly crawled over to the reclining vampire. The blond caught him with a chuckle when he nearly fell on his face trying to straddle his master.
"Need some help, pet?" the blond smirked, positioning the brunette directly over his erection. Xander felt Spike guide the tip of his stiff shaft into his tight passage. The mortal slowly lowered himself fully onto the vampire’s organ. It was strange participating this actively in his own penetration; he felt every inch of the vampire’s cock as it entered him.
He started pistoning his hips to Spike’s impatient growl. It was hard to do without the aid of his arms to support his weight. He had a real fear of falling over. Xander’s body was soon quivering from the strain. Spike finally grabbed him by the waist, steadying him. The dark haired man was still erect, but his body’s fatigue had lessened the urgent need he felt to come. Once in a while, his Master would tortuously give an idle stroke to his cock. Sweat was soon pouring down the mortal’s body. Xander was actually relieved when the vampire growled and came deep inside him.
Spike stroked Xander’s bruised butt idly as he recovered from his latest orgasm. The brunette was beginning to wonder how he would survive the creature’s stamina.
"That was nice, Kitten," the vampire complemented. "Let’s get you off to bed, shall we," the vampire continued, lifting the human off of him. Xander groaned inwardly, when his master freed his arms only to bind them loosely to the headboard. The vampire had promised to leave him be. He’ couldn’t believe he’d been stupid enough to trust the peroxide blond.
"I’m afraid; Kitten, that you’ll just have to put up with the chains. Don’t want my naughty little toy touching his hard-on. We can’t have you turning over and grinding yourself into the mattress either, now can we." the vampire explained, re-attaching chains to his ankle cuffs. These kept his legs in a far more comfortable position. Their purpose was obviously to prevent him from turning over. The vampire pulled a sheet over him, fondling his genitals again, before leaving him alone to attempt to fall asleep.
Xander’s last thought before he fell asleep was that he couldn’t possibly get any rest in that position.
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