Part Thirteen

At this moment Spike would have given anything to be able to pop the sanctimonious watcher one. How dare he lay hands on what belonged to him. He'd lost his grandsire, Dru, the ring, his bite, the Slayer… There was no way he was letting his pet slip through his fingers as well. His boy was the first good thing that had happened to him in this miserable town.

"Xander," the older man called after the departing brunet. Finally showing some wisdom, the young mortal obeyed his owner's command and walked off, ignoring the watcher. Spike could tell by the dark haired youth's stiff shoulders and back that it was killing him to do so. The human had obviously wanted to stay and speak to his former mentor very badly. Bloody hell! And just when things had been looking a little better. He'd come this close to getting his boy to admitting he was enjoying some of the things they did together, sexually at the very least.

Then, of course, the sodding bookworm had appeared and spoilt everything. The vampire had wanted to rip the man's arms off, when he'd dared lay hands on his boy. He'd be damned all over again if he'd let the white hats take this from him too. Stupid wanker had spent years neglecting the brunet and now he was all concerned? Bollox.

The vampire found the Watcher's concerned act rich considering the way he ignored the young man most of the time, showering his attention on all his other pupils. The librarian basically overlooked the dark haired boy, unless he needed a free set of shelves at the shop. Now, suddenly the great and mighty Rupert Giles had come back from his self-imposed exile to help rescue the boy's virtue, more likely to appease his conscious for abandoning a bunch of children to guard an active hellmouth.

“What the Hell have you done to him, Spike?” the Giles demanded angrily.

“Not a thing, if you discount the shagging. Though he seems to quite enjoy that,” the peroxide blond taunted.

"We should have destroyed you a long time ago, Spike," the mortal snarled. Doesn’t like hearing the gory details does he? What, does he think I keep the boy around to polish my Sex Pistols CD collection?

"Too late for that now," the master vampire mocked.  “What’s the matter, Rupert? Sorry you didn’t bend him over your desk when you had the chance? While he was still all young and fresh and in awe of you? I’m quite certain he would have loved playing the naughty schoolboy for you. Would you have enjoyed taking a firm hand to his sweet bottom or maybe one of those old fashioned wooden rulers?” the light haired vampire sneered as the human blushed slightly at the description. Well that’s interesting. Didn’t think the old boy had it in him.

"If you think that I will allow you to continue to use that boy…" the middle-aged man began, overlooking his adversary’s taunt.  His voice was breaking with barely suppressed emotion.

"You have no choice. If you and your lot interfere, the bargain that I made with the Powers will be forfeit. The orb will lose all power and this world will be plunged into an eternal damnation worse than the most horrific hell dimension in existence, or so I was told. My boy will be so much better off then, knowing he gave up his freedom for nothing," the blond spat back. He was beyond tired of his self-righteous countryman.

"He couldn't have known what he was getting himself into…" Giles insisted. Didn't think much of the lad did he? Always did overlook the boy. Well of course they all did, Spike reflected, including himself.

"Of course he knew, he protected the chits from the Big Bad didn't he?" Spike snapped back. Even he had to admit what the young man had done had taken a great deal of courage. It was foolish, but probably one of the bravest and most giving things the vampire had ever witnessed, if you went in for that sort of thing, which Spike certainly did not. Not this vampire. Bugger. Next thing he knew he’d be asking that poof Angel for fashion advice. He’d better watch himself before he started prancing about or practicing his brooding.

"We’ll not stop searching for a way to get him out of this, Spike. I promise you the moment we find a way to safely release him from this bonding, you will be dust within the hour." Giles promised darkly. The vampire knew this was no idle boast. Ripper wanted him dead, well dust, very badly. The watcher had never liked the blond, but until now, Spike was fairly certain that Rupert had never truly hated him. The shopkeeper had only considered him a nuisance. That had all changed now.  If not for what it might do to Xander, the vampire was reasonably certain the middle-aged mortal would already have staked him.

"Fine, waste your time. Not like I care. The agreement I made with the Powers is ironclad and irrevocable. The boy is mine. I can do whatever I please with him and I do, Watcher,” the immortal creature leered.

“Does it help, Spike? Does it make you feel less impotent and neutered to have him at your mercy? Do you forget for just a moment that you have become so pathetic that not even the likes of Harmony wanted you? She threw you out of her lair didn’t she? It’s rather sad that forcing Xander into slavery is the only way you can find companionship. Really I’m sure there must be some sort of monstrosity out there even lowlier than you willing to trade up,” the mortal smirked viciously. How dare he?

“Shut the bloody hell up,” Spike snapped furiously.

“Maybe Drusilla foresaw everything. Perhaps that’s why she chose to distance herself from you, didn’t want to go down with a sinking ship as it were. Did that ever occur to you while you lay alone down in that cold dank crypt of yours?” Giles asked coldly. Who knew the pompous windbag could be so vicious? If things had been as they should be the vampire would have ripped the bastard’s throat out. He’d have to settle for the old man’s heart.

“Wasn’t left alone that much to think about it was I? Crypt wasn’t so cold when Buffy was warming my bed,” Spike replied smoothly. He hadn’t supposed Buffy had rung up her precious watcher to let him in on their dirty little secret. The children still wouldn’t know if he hadn’t blabbed everything to Harris in a fit of rage. The revelation had about the same effect on the older mortal as it had had on his boy. Spike thought for a moment he may actually have succeeded in killing the troublesome middle aged human via coronary.

The vampire realized he might have taken things a bit too far as he felt the wood digging into his chest. “Shut your filthy lying mouth,” the livid Englishman demanded. Wisdom would dictate that he should listen to the man holding the very pointy piece of timber against his chest. No one had ever accused the blond vampire of being wise.

“Truth hurts?” he smirked. “She was lost, poor thing, after those idiots snatched her from paradise. Course maybe if they’d had some guidance none of this would have happened. Maybe if you’d been watching them more closely instead of wallowing in your own misery it might never have happened. She would still be in Heaven where she belonged. She would never have sought me out, hoping to feel again.    Do you know I was the first one she told? The only one who knew for the longest time,” Spike confided. He could feel the other man shaking. The man didn’t want to believe, but he did. Somehow he knew that the vampire was telling him the absolute truth.

“So much for your unending devotion for her, vampire,” the watcher spat, as if the very idea that Spike had loved the Slayer more than his own life was absurd to him.

“I was devoted to her. I got tossed off a bleeding tower for her and the Bit. I stayed and looked after your lot after she was gone. I let her use me for months, until she decided she’d had enough and could no longer sully herself with me. Tried to move on, but that wasn’t my job. I was just supposed to pine after her, while she got on with her life, just in case she changed her mind and might have some use for me again,” the bitterness in the blond’s voice surprised even him.

“And now you have the perfect way to pay her back. Is that it?” Giles surmised. The mortal sounded old and tired to the immortal punk’s ears. Spike was just a bit taken aback when he felt the pressure of the stake ease from his chest and saw the human quickly slide it back under the waist band of his worn jeans.

“Now I don’t care what she thinks,” the vampire replied, sounding petulant even to himself.

“Not even you believe that Spike. Do you honestly think hurting Xander Harris is a just retaliation for the wrongs you believe Buffy has committed against you?” Giles muttered, shaking his head as if speaking to a simple child.

“Boy wasn’t my first choice, but he’ll do,” Spike retorted acidly. If the daft do-gooder thought he was going to be guilted into giving the boy up he was sadly mistaken. “I have no intention of permanently harming him, mate. Did he look like he was in pain to you? I’m bloody well enjoying myself for once. Why would I risk putting an end to that? Not that I didn’t think about hurting him at first.

“Was livid when I found out that my prize was going to end up being that wanker, but I’ve adjusted. He’s alright. You and the slayer just stay the bloody hell away from us and he’ll be right as rain.”

“He may not be in imminent physical danger, Spike, but Xander is hardly alright. You’re isolating him from everyone he knows or cares for. He will break eventually Spike. He’s not the one you’re angry at. He’s not the one who hurt you. Does he deserve to be punished for the Slayer’s sins?” the former librarian insisted.

“Just stay away from us and he’ll be fine Watcher,” Spike spat getting tired of talking in circles. He wanted to get back to his wayward boy.

“Spike…” the watcher began.

“Try anything and I just might take him away, somewhere where I don’t have to worry about your interference,” the blond growled. He’d been prepared to let the sable haired mortal go on with his life for the most part, minus his affiliation with the Slayer of course, but if the Scoobies were going to be a hindrance he might have to reevaluate that plan. He didn’t particularly want to do that. He was settled here in Sunnyhell. It had strictly nothing to do with the fact that leaving here would devastate his new pet, none whatso ever. For some reason the blond vampire couldn’t seem to get the memory of his plaything begging to be allowed to keep his first successful job as he’d laid a helpless prisoner in his arms. Right before he’d promised Spike his full obedience. The vow had lasted what? Two days.

“Ask yourself, watcher, if you really want Red messing with magics as powerful as a binding spell sent directly from the very Powers must have been. Any idea what messing with that spell may do to the boy? That is if someone fooling with a spell attached to the orb of Kleidilnabur does rip apart the fabric of the universe,” the vampire warned. The foolish watcher should have known all this.

“Is this really what you want for yourself Spike? A lover who is only with you because he has no other alternative?” the mortal tried to reason impatiently.

“He’s my slave, not my lover,” Spike corrected quickly. The dark haired mortal was a plaything, nothing more.

“Yes, I suppose if it were the other way around, we wouldn’t be having this discussion,” the mortal sighed.

“No you lot never seemed to mind having me at your beck and call,” the immortal creature replied sarcastically, knowing full well that wasn’t the other man’s meaning.

“We could have simply disposed of you, vampire, or returned you to Maggie Walsh so you could resume your career as laboratory animal. You were not treated all that badly. We kept you safe from the Initiative. We sheltered and fed you. Even after you betrayed us we let you back into our lives. That has proved to be a horrible mistake,” Giles smugly reminded him.

“Yeah, when you needed the extra muscle. How convenient was it to know that I really didn’t have any other means of supporting myself? There’ll be blood in it for you, Spike,” the vampire mimicked sardonically, in what admittedly sounded more like an imitation of the golden haired Slayer than of his fellow Englishman.

“Spike… Well it is true that we did benefit from your assistance from time to time, it’s hardly as though we forced you. It’s not has though we kept you chained in the cellar,” the mortal reasoned.

“No, just in the sodding bathtub,” the blond snapped back.

“That was only in the beginning. We weren’t sure how secure the chip was. You know full well back then you were fully capable of setting the bloody flat on fire with all of us trapped inside. Besides we let you go about freely as soon as we determined you were no longer a threat. Do you really think it was unreasonable for us to try to protect ourselves? You had spent the last couple of years trying to kill us after all,” the human retorted, taking his spectacles off for the inevitable polishing.

“I was under the distinct impression that you would… What was it? Oh, yes, I remember now. Never care what I thought. Wasn’t it Watcher?” the blond hissed out the other’s profession as if it were a curse.

“Spike… be that as it may. The issue here is Xander’s wellbeing. Do you really expect us to stand by and do nothing?” Giles asked slightly bewildered by the very idea.

Spike sighed. He distinctly remembered covering the subject, what with all the "he’s mine" and "the agreement is irrevocable" business. Some people just couldn’t be reasoned with.

“I’m done arguing about this with you. I’m going to go find my boy now. Leave us the hell alone and he’ll be just fine,” the vampire warned, turning his back to the sputtering mortal and stomping off.

While the vampire may not have been capable of killing the bothersome mortal at the moment, with demonic speed and stealth he was certainly capable of evading him. That and he knew where he had parked. ‘Sides it’s not like the Scoobies couldn’t track them down. They were living at the boy’s apartment. A few careful inquiries and the old boy would know that. Hell, Buffy had probably already beat the information out of that little twat Willy. News traveled fast in this stupid little town.

Surprisingly enough, the argument with the watcher had allowed the blond to cool down just a little. He was no longer afraid he’d inadvertently harm his boy in a fit of rage. Telling the old stuffed shirt about his affair with the Slayer had been very satisfying.  He had been taken aback by how quickly the older human had recovered from the news. Spike had expected more denials and definitely more violence, specifically directed at a certain devilishly handsome blond creature of the night. Once Rupert Giles had processed the information and gotten over the initial shock he’d seemed to file it away for future reference and moved on to Xander’s situation. It’s not fair making the boy pay for Buffy’s mistakes, bla bla.

It’s not as though he’d harmed the young man. Initiated him to the secrets of buggering yes, but all in all he’d been fairly gentle. He could be brutalizing his pet, buggering him dry every night. Instead he’d gentled and caressed the mortal. The boy’s worst complaint so far would be a bruised bottom and some sexual frustration. He had to admit the brunet was beautiful frustrated. If it were another time and place, he’d never let the beauty out of bed. Bollox, if things were different, Spike knew damn well his lovely pet would already be dead. Under normal circumstances he never would have taken a human male to his bed. Well the bloke in question certainly wouldn’t have enjoyed or even have lived through the experience. He didn’t have the tastes his poofy sire did, but on rare occasions when he’d wanted a particularly objectionable morsel to suffer, he’d indulged. They didn’t seem so uppity when they realized what was about to befall them. He remembered a couple of them begging for their deaths. He didn’t dwell on the fact that it was mostly arrogant pricks that reminded him of the ones that had tormented William his entire mortal life that he chose to hurt that way.

Those times had never been about sex, not really. Neither, he supposed, were the times he’d been on the receiving end with Angelus. That had been about power, about putting a young pup in his place, more often than not in the middle of the parlor floor with Drusilla and Darla looking on. Worse, though, had been the times when Angelus had taken him more gently making sure he came shuddering all over the sheet. The dark vampire took pleasure describing it in great detail to his women, how their little William had spent all over the bedding from a good buggering. He was writhing under me like a little bitch in heat, my darlin, you should’ a seen the little whore.

Now that he’d had the boy, he finally understood he’d been denying himself for years because of his tosser of a grandsire, too afraid that he’d become exactly what Angelus had described. No longer, he’d been given a gift and he had every intention of enjoying it. Besides the boy seem to be growing to like it. Half of the time he though the boy objected more out of general principle than because he genuinely didn’t like the games they played. Spike refused to listen to the tiny grand-poof shaped voice in his mind that kept reminding him that what he was doing to the mortal was no better than what the great magnificent ponce had put him through. Bollox, he’d never hurt the mortal and had no intention of doing so. The blond wasn’t stupid enough to kill the goose that laid the golden egg as it were. Beside it’s not like he’d kidnapped the whelp. The brunet had come to him. He’d made the decision to serve Spike rather than let one of the other Scoobies do it of his own free will. Besides, the boy was born for this.

The vampire wondered what the boy would have done if this bargain hadn’t happened. The mortal had a submissive streak a mile wide. Spike seriously doubted he would have been satisfied for long in a conventional relationship. The dark haired boy obviously liked being dominated. Viewed in that light, he was almost being altruistic, Spike reflected making his way to the junk heap the brunet called a car.

His pet was sitting inside huddled on the passenger seat looking completely pathetic. The mortal was staring forlornly out the window, looking for what the vampire couldn’t say. Silently Spike opened the driver’s side door and slid into the seat beside his boy.

“Ready to head home, Kitten?” the vampire asked, reaching over and laying a hand on the boy’s denim clad thigh, rubbing slow circles towards the human’s groin.

“Yes Master,” the brunet just nodded, not even turning to look at the vampire.

“Kitten,” Spike sighed. He would not be ignored. His initial anger may have receded, but the boy still had a punishment coming for brazenly disobeying his command when they were in the store. The brunet’s present attitude was doing nothing to help his case.

“Master?” the boy asked still refusing to turn in his direction.

“Look at me, pet,” Spike ordered.  The mortal hesitated briefly, but finally turned towards his owner. As the vampire gazed into the mortal’s flat, emotionless eyes, it was hard to put the watcher’s earlier warning about the boy’s mental state out of his mind. Cupping the mortal’s chin, the blond ran his thumb gently along his boy’s bottom lip. “Who do you belong to?”

“To you, Master, I’m yours,” his slave answered quietly. The vampire moved the hand that been petting his boy’s thigh to rub his pet’s now half hard cock through his trousers.  

“You do realize that your behavior in there was unacceptable, don’t you?” the vampire asked, stroking the boy with just a little bit more determination.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry. I couldn’t… I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again,” the mortal whispered, his voice a strange mix of wistfulness and arousal.

“Don’t, let me hear you, Kitten,” he smiled as the mortal started biting his lip to prevent a gasp from escaping. Spike’s grin brightened when he heard the mortal moan. Quickly releasing his boy, the vampire reached around his pet buckling him in, leaving the human’s arms trapped under the belt. He started the old car and quickly pulled out of the shopping center’s parking lot. After guiding the car back to the open road, the vampire returned his hand to its earlier location, cupping the slayerette’s rigid sex.

“Grind yourself against me. Rub up against my hand, Kitten. That’s right, precious, make yourself feel good. Show me how much you love to be touched,” the vampire ordered. Spike smile as the dark haired young man obeyed; pumping his hips rhythmically to maintain the wonderful friction he was feeling. The blond could feel  the boy’s aching hardness outlined by the denim he was fondling slowly.

“So hard for me, Filled to bursting I’d wager you are. I did promise I’d consider letting you come tonight if you were a good boy. Do you think you deserve that? Do you think you earned the pleasure of release?” the blond asked seriously as he continued to massage his slave’s erection through the well worn pale blue fabric. He watched the boy’s hips move steadily as he thrust himself into his master’s waiting hand.

“No, Master. I’m sorry,” Xander whispered, softly gasping.

“That’s a good boy. Now, Kitten, I want you to continue rubbing against me hand until we get home. If you stop for any reason, I’ll punish you. Well, above what you’ve already earned yourself. Remember, you’ll also be punished if you come without permission, so if I were you I’d practice my self control,” the vampire warned, although he suspected the mortal would not generate nearly enough friction to get himself into serious trouble. A vampire can always hope, Spike thought, smiling as he drove them home.

Part Fourteen

Spike didn’t seem nearly as pissed as he’d been just a short half hour before, which was good he guessed. He had no idea why Spike was in a better mood though, since he was fairly certain that his master was physically incapable of ripping Giles limb from limb. The vampire had made it clear that he was still going to be punished, but the raging fury from the supermarket was now gone. The platinum blond now seemed to be taking his usual glee in driving him crazy. The brunet construction worker had to give the peroxide menace points for originality, making Xander hump against his hand had been different to say the least, but no less simultaneously degrading and arousing.

His new owner didn’t say a word as he parked the car in the small lot behind the apartment building. Spike just reached over the unbuckle him and then stepped out of the car. He wordlessly loaded Xander’s arm with packages, then taking quite a few into his own motioned them inside. “Quiet Spike” was definitely unnerving. Normally the evil undead wouldn’t shut up, always having some sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue.

“Go put the groceries on the kitchen counter and the clothing in the bedroom. Then take off your clothes and go wait in the center of the living room for further instructions, facing the windows, pet,” the blond ordered as he unlocked the door. Okay calm, cool “Master Spike” was definitely starting to freak him out. Maybe he’d been better off when the vampire had been growling at him.

Gulping, the brunet moved to do as instructed, not wanting to risk angering his master anymore than he already had. After dropping the ridiculously expensive clothing Spike had made him buy on the bed, Xander quickly squirmed out of his too-tight jeans. He dropped the clothing he been wearing into the hamper in the corner of the room, almost tripping on the various torn and whole apparel Spike had flung all over the floor.

Nervously, Xander made his way into the living room to await whatever the vampire had in store for him. He could hear the refrigerator door being closed as well as several of the cupboard doors opening and closing. He was surprised Spike hadn’t had him put away the groceries. Not nearly as surprised as he was to feel about a half dozen stinging blows to his backside. The sounds coming from the kitchen hadn’t stopped more than a full two seconds before the whacks had come. Stupid superhuman vampy speed.  

“When you’re told to wait, Kitten, it should be on your knees,” Spike’s deep voice whispered from behind him, delivering a few more swats with something obviously smaller than the palm of the vampire’s hand. Quickly walking around Xander, Spike pointed to the ground silently. Awkwardly Xander knelt before him.

“Knees apart, Pet. That’s better,” the blond corrected looking down at the young man who was now genuflecting at his feet. Xander noticed Spike absently tapping an old wooden spoon against his leg, obviously the source of his earlier discomfort.

“I was very disappointed in your behavior earlier tonight, Kitten,” the vampire scowled down reproachfully, making Xander squirm under his gaze. I already told him I was sorry! Stop rubbing it in already. I get it, me property of Spike. Evil undead doesn’t like to share his toys.

“I’m sorry, Master,” the nude slayerette muttered, staring blankly at the carpet, all too aware of the rigid organ standing at attention between his splayed legs. The new position left him feeling even more vulnerable and exposed.

“So you’ve said. It’s obvious to me that you’re having some difficulty remembering your place. Just to remind you of what you are, Slave, you will spend every moment that you are in this apartment for the next week on all fours. The only exception obviously being when you are sleeping. Is that understood?” the vampire demanded sternly.

“Yes, Master,” the brunet blushed. It would be degrading, but Xander supposed it could be a lot worse.

“Good. Now, since it was your inability to stop talking when you’re told to do so that got you into so much trouble, it’s only fitting that jabbering on should also make up part of your punishment. Maybe that will help get it out of your system. Now after we finish cleaning up the mess in the bedroom, I’m going to take you over my knee and give you a good hard spanking. Once I feel you've been properly chastised, I’ll bugger you before we turn in. Now, Kitten, as part of your punishment I want you to talk dirty to me while I’m reddening your bottom and afterwards while I’m taking you,” Spike smirked shamelessly.

 “Yes, Master,” Xander stuttered, blushing furiously. Oh God. He wants me to what? Shut up, little Xander!

“You will beg for your punishment and then for your Master’s cock. I want you to make it obvious to me that you know who you belong to,” Spike ordered, reaching down to run his fingers through Xander’s dark hair. “Now before we can get to that and eventually putting you to bed, we need to clean up the mess on the floor in there, shall we?”

Mortified the young man crawled after, as the vampire made his way towards their room, remembering just in time that he wasn’t to get up and walk after the blond. Xander watched as the insufferable vampire picked up one of the trash bags that had been abandoned earlier when he’d had his little freak-out and walked over to the bed, casually sitting down on the very edge of the mattress. Opening the black plastic garbage bag, the vampire held it open low to the ground.

“Now, Kitten, be a good boy and go collect all those pieces of rubbish I found in the closet and drop them into the bag,” Spike commanded, smirking at him. “No, Kitten. No hands. Use your teeth. You have some sort of objection?”

Yeah, I object to you not being a pile of dust, you bastard! Gritting his teeth, Xander shook his head, edging over to the center of the room on hands and knees and carefully gathering the remains of one of his beloved Hawaiian shirts between his teeth. He endured Spike stroking him affectionately as he craned his neck to drop his burden into the waiting bag. He could feel Bleach Boy’s eyes running over his body as he turned back towards the enormous pile of rags that used to be almost his entire wardrobe. The task seemed to go on forever, only interrupted by Spike’s occasional need to reach down to molest him. Finally, he regretfully deposited the last item from the junk pile, a pair of his favorite Snoopy boxers, into the bag. Now they could finally get this over with.

“That’s a good kitten. Now wait for me by the bed. That’s it…just like I taught you. There’s a good boy. Now when you’re in this position, your head should be bowed and your hands should be on your thighs, palms up, Pet. That’s right, good boy,” the vampire congratulated him, reaching down to give Xander’s cock a few teasing strokes before rising off the bed.

“Yes, Mas...” Xander began to reply, not quite managing to stifle a low groan. Before the words had even fully left his mouth, he felt one of his Master’s long pale fingers against his lips.  

“Hush, Kitten. I’m going to put the things we just bought and kept for you away. While I’m doing that, I want you to wait there silently and think about your punishment. You’ll need to talk for me, so take this time to try and come up with whatever you’re going to say. It should probably include giving me an apology and asking for your punishment,” the vampire instructed. Xander watched from beneath lowered lashes as the blond started diligently folding their purchases for the day and the few things that the vampire had decided Xander would be allowed to keep.

It was really weird just staying there waiting in this position. Knees spread as they were; everything was open for Spike to play with. Of course the vampire couldn’t help but take advantage, every once in a while he would stop his compulsive folding and straightening, taking a moment to grope the brunet in some way. Xander’s hard-on was tormented of course, making him whimper and buck just a little. The blond wouldn’t get mad though; he would just chuckle condescendingly before going back to his task. Sometimes the vampire reached down to fondle his balls very gently on his way from one side of the room to the other. Of course the son-of-a-bitch had played with his nipples pinching and teasing them, making his slave squirm helplessly.  

Xander’s entire body felt like it was on fire by the time Spike was hanging the last pair of overly snug jeans in the closet. Leering, the vampire strode cockily towards the bed. Positioning himself comfortably on the bed, the blond patted his lap.

“Climb up, Kitten, and assume the position,” the blond ordered happily. Oh, he’s just been dying to use that one.

Clenching his fists, Xander did as he was told. He tried to ignore the memory of how excited he’d become in spite of himself last night when the vampire had punished him this way.

“We can start anytime you’re ready, Kitten. Just start telling me what you have to say,” the vampire instructed.

Okay, so the ball was in Xander’s court. He could do this, just a little X-rated language. He could do this, piece of cake. Oh, God! Okay, Spike had said apologize. He could manage that.

“I’m sorry, Master… um. I deserve to be punished…” Xander began. The words were almost immediately followed by a couple of very sharp swats.

“Kitten, I think you can do better than that. I said I wanted you to talk dirty. I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied,” the blond admonished as he continued smacking Xander’s bare backside.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, really sorry. I know I deserve to be punished. I was a very naughty boy. I need a good spanking, for being such a bad boy,” the prone brunet began again.

“Good, much better,” the blond congratulated him as he continued his assault.

“Please forgive me for being so disobedient. Yes, Master, please spank me hard. Naughty boys deserve to be punished.” God, he sounded like something out of a cheesy seventies porno. He could almost hear the God-awful music queuing up in the background. This is what Spike wanted?

“Good boys do as their Masters tell them,” he continued on, feeling color flush his cheeks, both sets. God, this was so embarrassing. To make things worse, Spike was showing no signs of letting up any time soon. At least there was no one else here to witness his humiliation. Sprawled over the vampire’s lap, his arousal would have become obvious the moment he righted himself. The blond’s blows were painful and the position degrading, but still the young man had to fight the urge to rub himself against the well-worn denim on his master’s thighs.

“Please, Master, discipline me so I’ll remember to be a good boy. Help me to be a good boy. Oh, yes, please make my fanny all nice and red. I earned myself a good butt blistering. Make my ass burning hot, just the way you like it, Master. Ouch, ouch. Oh, Master, it hurts. Please, Master, hurt me some more. I was such a brat. My behavior was unacceptable. I need to be disciplined. Teach your misbehaved boy a lesson, Master,” Xander grimaced as the blond continued delivering one hard blow after another. He was quickly running out of new material, a novel experience for the young man who’d always prided himself on being able to come up with some new smartass comment at a moments notice. Who would of thought coming up with smutty dialog off the cuff would be so hard?

“Oh, yes, Master, smack me good and hard. Please forgive me…” the mortal added quickly running out of things to say. He really hadn’t meant to make Spike so angry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, Master… I just,” Xander began. Damn, he’d wanted to talk to Giles just for a minute. He’d only wanted the others to know he was okay and maybe get a little bit of reassurance from his older friend. He would have left right after, just like Spike had instructed. He supposed that Spike’s point was that that was no longer his choice to make.

“I belong to you, Master. I’m sorry I forgot that. I was so selfish. Thank you for reminding me, Master. I’m so sorry I disappointed you.  Please, Master, give my behind a good beating. I’ve earned it,” the brunet continued on, hoping the vampire who was walloping his rear end would be satisfied soon. Apparently, he was because the spanking suddenly stopped and Xander found his sore posterior unceremoniously dropped onto the bedding.

“That was very impressive, Kitten. I enjoyed that. We’ll have to do that again,” Spike grinned, reaching into the bedside table for the bottle of lube. The same bottle he’d made Xander go out and buy, right before the vampire had relieved him of his anal virginity.

“What did Master say your punishment was to be, Kitten?” the blond creature reminded gently.

“I was supposed to talk dirty to you while you spanked me…” the young man began.

“And,” Spike chided.

“While you fuck me,” Xander remembered. He was supposed to beg for it. He was supposed to beg the undead creature to take him. “Master…” he began. God. Begging for the spanking had been easy in retrospect. Spike had made it easy. He’d been told to tell his Master what he wanted to hear or the vampire wouldn’t stop hitting his bottom. Now he was supposed to tell Spike how much he wanted to have sex him. Damn him.

“If it was easy for you, it wouldn’t be a very effective punishment, now would it, Kitten?” Spike whispered intimately in to his ear. He shivered against the vampire.

“Can’t you just hurt me some more?” the dark haired man begged.

“No, pet. I think this is much more effective,” the blond replied soothingly, reaching up to stroke his slave’s cheek.

“What do you want me to say?” the mortal asked looking desperately for some kind of guidance.

“No, pet. I’m not going to feed lines to you. You know what you’re supposed to do. There there, my Kitten, I’ll help you. I’ll give you a place to start,” the blond comforted, reaching down to suckle the human’s right nipple. Now that the undead creature knew they were one of his toy’s hot spots, he was always after them. The mortal couldn’t keep himself from moaning loudly. Oh, a place to start. He could do this. It’s not like Spike couldn’t tell he was exited, hard.

“Oh, yes. It feels so good, Master. Your Kitten loves it when you play with his nipples. It makes me so hard for… for you,” the prone brunet half-sobbed. He was rewarded with a gentle nibble to his sensitive teat, just as Spike started teasing open his tight entrance.

“Yes, Master, please get my little hole ready for you. Oh, yes please. I love feeling those nice cool fingers up my hot little ass. Oh, yeah, oh, more please,” Xander gasped as the vampire started tormenting his prostate. Guess he liked that, the brunet thought, as Spike quickly switched and started enthusiastically ravaging his left nipple. Only one more thing left to do, really.

“Please, Master…” he began his voice catching in his throat. They’re just words, they won’t change anything. It’s not like you have to mean them, stupid. Just say it.

“Yes, precious, tell Master what you want him to do to you,” the vampire coaxed gently, as he generously slicked his erection.

 “Please… Please… Oh God… fuck me, please…” the young man cried, tears he hadn’t realized he’d been holding back, sliding down his cheeks. He gasped as Spike slowly penetrated him, lifting his legs onto pale muscular shoulders.

“Oh, yes, Master, fill me up with your big fat cock. I love it when you make me feel so full. Oh, yes, oh, God, fuck your little slut,” Xander grunted as his owner hammered into him. Tears were still running silently down his face and the Scooby tried to ignore them. So what if he was laying there panting while he told Spike how much he was enjoying being sodomized?

“Pound into me good, Master. Oh, yes, yes, Master. I love feeling your big cock inside me Master, splitting me in two. Make me yours again, Master. Oh, harder please, Master. Oh, yeah, right there,” the brunet mewled softly, hoping his Master wouldn’t last too much longer. He wasn’t sure how much more of this self-degradation he could stand before he really lost it.

“No need for those pretty tears, Kitten. Your Master is going to give you what you need. I like being inside your tight little bottom too, my pet. Love feeling you squeeze as you squirm against me,” the platinum haired vampire teased. Xander gasped as the smaller creature leaned down and he felt a cool tongue lap against his pulse point. The blond was making sure that his every thrust would send bolts of pure pleasure through his slave’s helpless body.

“Please, Master, take what’s yours. I’m here for you to enjoy, your very own personal whore. Fuck me, use me, feed from me.  Anything you want, Master. I’m yours…you own me. This body is yours to do whatever you want with,” Xander wept, baring his throat. He needed to get himself under control. If he kept crying like a little girl, his ability to breathe was going to become a serious issue. The brunet sighed in relief, as Spike silently accepted his offer, suckling on his neck, before slowly biting down. As he’d hoped, the mortal felt the body draped over him stiffen as his Master climaxed. He didn’t even react when the bloodsucker’s lips left his unprotected neck and slowly lowered his leg back onto the bed.

Now that it was over, Xander really just wanted the blond to just get the hell off of him, but the young man wisely kept that to himself. He hoped that the vampire would leave him alone now that he’d gotten what wanted. He almost cringed when he felt fingers begin to card through his hair again, as his Master extricated himself his slave’s body.

“Hush. It’s over now, Kitten. You did that very well. I know it wasn’t easy for you. I’m proud of you. Being excited by my touch doesn’t make you bad person, Kitten,” Xander’s Master whispered, carefully rubbing the human’s neck and shoulder’s. Despite how repulsive he’d felt saying those things to Spike, he still lay sprawled under the vamp outrageously hard.

“Yes, Master,’ he whispered back bitterly. He was a little taken aback when he felt Spike’s lips on his forehead.

“Try and sleep now, Kitten. I’m going to the kitchen to make your lunch for tomorrow. Can I trust my good boy not to do anything wicked while I’m gone? Don’t need to tie those mischievous hands do we?” the blue-eyed demon needled genially.

“No Master, I’ll be good,” the brunet murmured, clutching a pillow and trying to wiggle into a more comfortable position.

“Get some rest, Kitten. You have an early day tomorrow,” the vampire said softly as he rose from the bed. He reached down and brushed the locks off Xander’s forehead, before quickly getting dressed and leaving the exhausted slayerette to his own devices. Xander eyed his alarm clock wearily; it was already read 10:03. Wiping his face, he forced himself to stretch across the bed and reached for the clock. To his surprise the alarm had already been set for 4:30. Great, he’d get a whopping six and half hours of rest if he could fall asleep right away. He was fairly certain that he wasn’t supposed to be meeting with any clients in the morning, thank goodness. He couldn’t for the life of him, however, remember what he had scheduled at the site on Monday. He’d just have to wait and see what daylight would bring.

Part Fifteen

Spike looked down at his dozing boy fondly. He’d need to make sure his pet got to bed earlier tonight, it wouldn’t do to have the boy working around heavy machinery half-asleep. He almost hated waking the mortal, who was slumbering peacefully, his arms wrapped tightly around his pillow. Wanker, next you’ll be talking about how adorable he looks.

“Oi, Kitten, time to wake up now,” the master vampire whispered into his inert boy’s ear. The brunet just grumbled and buried his face into his pillow. Spike quickly tickled his ribs, making the brunet squirm. “Kitten, time to get ready for work.” the blond insisted, pressing against the boy’s turned back. He reached in front of his boy and cupped his bollocks, gently fondling them.

“Mmm,” his slave murmured groggily. He wiggled enticingly against his master, as Spike grasped his cock and began slowly stroking his morning erection.  The vampire noted the mortal’s heartbeat and breathing speed up announcing his return to full consciousness, before a quiet gasp, “Master.”

“Time to get up, pet,” the platinum haired demon grumbled.

“Yes, Master,” his boy replied drowsily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand like a small child.

“Go shower while I make your breakfast. When you’re done, come find me in the kitchen. We’ll see about dressing you after you’ve eaten,” he instructed quickly. His pet stretched languidly as he got out of bed. The British creature opened his mouth to chastise the human, but the boy remembered himself and fell to his knees. The vampire had to readjust himself in his trousers as he watched the boy crawl towards the door.

“ You may stand for your shower, Kitten,” he authorized.

“Thank you, Master,” Xander reddened, looking over his shoulder as he retreated from the bedroom.

The blond shook himself making his way to the kitchen. He absently listened to the mortal go through his morning routine, satisfied the boy wasn’t getting himself into any trouble. Humming to himself, he quickly set about making the boy something to eat. He took his time, knowing his pet would be in the loo a while. He’d just finished making up his boy’s plate when the young man crawled back into the room a half hour later.

“Go wait next to the stool by the counter, Kitten,” he commanded. Wordlessly, his slave did as instructed, assuming the proper position.

“Very good, my sweet,” the blond praised, as he carried the boy's plate to the breakfast counter and sat down. Now, to test his boy’s resolve.

“You learned that position very well,” he applauded.

“Thank you, Master,” the brunet replied under his breath, keeping his chocolate coloured eyes downcast as his master nudged his erect sex with his foot.

“Now it’s time to learn a new position. Rise up on your knees, Kitten. Good. Now chin up, stare straight ahead. Perfect, now clasp your hands behind your neck. That’s a good boy. Now, this position is kneeling at attention, Kitten. For the time being this will be the position you will assume when I feed you. Understood?” the vampire smiled, giving each of his slave’s defenceless nipples a proper twist.

“Yes, Master,” his dark haired boy grated out between clenched teeth.

“Now, Kitten, Don’t be upset at me because you’ve lost privileges, like sitting at the counter. It’s your own fault for misbehaving,” Spike scolded.

“I’m sorry, Master” the young man apologized, his cheeks coloring.

“That’s alright, you’ve been a good boy this morning so I won’t hold a little early morning grumpiness against you, but don’t let it happen again or you will be punished,” the blond chided.

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master,” the boy murmured.

“Hungry, Kitten?” Spike asked his boy playfully. Already starting to cut the light omelette he’d prepared into small pieces.

“Yes, Master,” his pup nodded. Spike immediately brought a forkful of eggs to his plaything’s lips.

“Would you like a little coffee, Kitten?” the vampire offered reaching for the mug.

“Yes, Master, please,” the whelp signalled, nodding his head. Spike brought the porcelain to his toy’s soft pink lips, letting him take a long drink. The vampire continued to tend his pet, alternating between feeding him pieces of omelette, toast and fruit. The blond enjoyed the disgruntled look on the boy’s face as he ate the whole-wheat toast, but not nearly as much as he enjoyed feeling the brunet lick the fruit's juices off his fingers, when he fed him orange and melon slices.  

“All done. Now go wait for me by the bed, Kitten. We need to get you ready for work,” Spike smirked, anticipating the abasement he had planned for his boy. After putting the dishes in the sink for his slave to do later, he followed the mortal into their darkened bedroom. Instead of turning on the main light, he flicked one of the bedside table lamps. The mortal as commanded was waiting nervously in position beside the bed.

“Climb up on the bed for me, Kitten. I want you on all fours on the center of the mattress, in the doggie position. Your legs should always be spread for me, pet. Master should always have easy access to his toy. Excellent. Now my Kitten knows what to do if he’s told to wait, kneel at attention, or assume the doggie position,” Spike praised, caressing his Xander’s exposed genitals. He managed to quickly work the boy into a mild state of needy arousal.

Leaving the mortal panting, Spike made his way to the closet and selected a red flannel shirt and a well-worn pair of work jeans for his boy.  He pulled a pair of heavy socks and a tight white t-shirt out of a drawer, before placing the garments on the bed beside the waiting human. Walking around the human, Spike opened one of the night tables, extracting a small flexible butt plug as well as a black leather harness, both of which he quickly placed on top of the clothing he’d selected for the mortal.  He returned to the still open drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and the small black paddle they’d purchased at Minara’s shop, making sure it was in full view of the mortal.

“Now, before we dress you, Kitten, your Master is going to give you a good firm paddling. Do you know why my pet?” Spike asked, kneeling behind his boy and lightly stroke the youth’s firm backside.

“No, Master? Is it because of the way I acted in the kitchen?” his pet asked nervously.

“No, Kitten. I was always going to do this to you, regardless of the minor mishap you had this morning or of your behaviour at the market yesterday. I punished you for what happened with the watcher last night. I was very pleased by the way you accepted your punishment, by the way. This isn’t a punishment, pet. It’s going to hurt, but it’s not a punishment. Do you understand?” Spike asked, knowing his pet would not.

“No, Master,” the brunet replied honestly.

“When I made you kneel at attention while I fed you, that wasn’t to punish you either pet. Sitting at the counter is a privilege, a reward. Since you haven’t been on your best behaviour that privilege has been revoked. Someday when you’ve been especially good I may reinstate it. Then again, I may not. You looked so very shaggable, kneeling in front of me this morning, eating out of my hand. You have no idea how difficult it was not to simply throw you over my shoulder and bring you back to bed, Kitten.

“Sometimes, pet, you will be disciplined just to remind you of your place. Not necessarily because you’ve forgotten yourself, but as a preventative measure. Just a reminder of what you are now. That’s what’s about to happen.

“You’re about to go to work and spend several hours away from your Master. This is the first time we’ll be apart since you presented yourself to me. So I’m going to paddle you to give you a tangible reminder that you belong to me. Every time you sit or just shift in your jeans you’ll be sore and remember that you’re mine. Do you understand why I’m going to paddle you now, Kitten?” the blond demon asked as he kneaded the boy’s muscular bottom.

“I… I think so, Master,” his Kitten answered fretfully.

“Good. Now in order to reinforce the lesson, I want you to count the strokes for me, Kitten. After each one I want you to say: I belong to you, Master. I have a predetermined number of smacks in mind, but I’m not going to tell you how many, Kitten. You’ll not know if you are at the beginning, middle or end of our session. Are you ready to be paddled?” the blond questioned, laying the paddle against the boy’s cheeks.

“Yes, Master,” the brunet agreed, still sounding uneasy.

Spike brought the paddle back, then swung forcefully, smacking his boy’s left buttock dead center.

“One, I belong to you, Master,” his slave groaned. The vampire proceeded to administer more hard swats, each followed by the mortal’s voice asserting Spike’s ownership of him. The boy’s bottom, already bruised from the hand spankings of the two previous days, was rapidly turning bright scarlet. Spike continued patiently administering blows concentrating on the lower part of his Kitten’s arse and his upper thighs.

“Thirty-three, I belong to you, Master,” the human gasped, obviously in pain. Luckily for him, he’d reached the number of strokes his master had mentally assigned him. He planned on changing the number each morning, sometimes using an even number and sometimes not, just to keep the boy of balance.

“Good boy. Now, as well as making your backside all nice and tender, we are also going to have you wear a little anal plug, just so your little hole doesn’t get lonely for Master’s cock. It’s just a tiny one, but it will stop you from feeling all nasty and empty inside,” Spike mocked, rubbing his pet aching backside. “Aren’t you going to thank me, Kitten?”

“Thank you for being such a…thoughtful Master,” Xander grunted, wisely changing whatever he had in mind at the very end.

Spike carefully spread some slick on his finger, before spreading his boy’s raw cheeks. He gently worked his finger in, quickly preparing the human’s body for the tiny intruder. He was tempted to sink into his slave’s orifice himself, but there was no time. Quickly locking the plug inside the harness, he liberally covered it in lubricant and sank it into his boys waiting body. He quickly buckled the straps around the brunet’s waist and slipped the boy’s privates through the large metal ring at the front of the device. He carefully tightened the straps and snapped the harness into its final position, insuring that the small trespasser would stay lodged in place.

“Beautiful. It’s just about time for you to be off, Kitten. Go wait by the door and I’ll bring you your lunch and what you’ll be wearing today,” the master vampire ordered, beginning to put everything away, not bothering to tidy the bed since he was planning on dozing for a while, once the boy was out the door.

He picked up his pet’s outfit for the day from off of the bed and walked into the kitchen, whistling as he went. He grinned, spying his boy kneeling submissively by the door. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out the human’s lunch. Kicking the door shut behind him, Spike turned to his waiting slave.

“You may stand and dress now, Kitten,” the vampire told the crouching young man, handing him the pile of work clothes he’d assembled. Spike chuckled as the mortal winced as he pulled his jeans up. His boy made quite the picture standing there in well-worn denim and a snug white undershirt, well until flannel ruined the effect. The vampire quietly admired the view as his pet leaned down to lace up his work boots.

“I expect you to eat this for lunch and not whatever rubbish they happen to be peddling around the site, understood? There’s an apple in there if you want a snack,” the immortal blond admonished, handing the dark haired construction worker the brown paper bag.

“Yes, Master,” the brunet replied sullenly, just short of rolling his eyes.

“Vampires have a very keen sense of smell. If you think your arse is sore now, imagine what it will feel like if you come home and I smell that you deliberately disobeyed me,” the vampire warned.

“Yes, Master,” the youth gulped, reaching for the tool belt and hardhat that hung on the wall.

“Off with you, Kitten,” the blond snickered. The slayerette yelped as Spike’s deft fingers pinched his sore bottom as he walked out the door. Closing and locking the door behind the mortal, the vampire headed towards the bedroom. Now to get a couple of hours sleep before Passions started.

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