Part Twenty-Five

Spike smiled as he watched his pet out of the corner of his eye, there was a fine sheen of sweat along the mortal’s brow and his skin was beautifully flushed. He suspected that his boy didn’t even realize that he was grinding his freshly paddled bottom into the passenger seat. The vampire’s enhanced hearing could dimly make out the soft hum of the vibrating cock ring he’d fitted just below the crown of his slave’s penis under the sound of the music blaring from the radio. The boy’s fists kept clenching and unclenching as he bit into his bottom lip, trying to control himself. 

“You smell delicious, Luv. All that pre-come dripping from your beautiful cock. My dirty boy, so hard for Master,” he taunted.

“Please...” Xander gasped.

“Please what, Pet? You knew I was going to torture you with pleasure this weekend. Just a couple more hours to go. All you have to do is keep being a good boy for Master,” the vampire reassured him. His pet had done remarkably well. He’d endured hours of virtually nonstop stimulation. He’d pushed the poor thing hard on Friday night and been sure that the boy would lose control several times. At one point during the evening he’d slid a vibrator inside the boy and turned it to its highest setting. The boy’s penis had been trapped in a rather pretty black leather harness, his erection had been dark with blood and pre-ejaculate had been dribbling freely down the head of his cock. Even the toy wrapped tightly around his genitals wouldn’t prevent orgasm indefinitely, not without being tight enough to permanently damage the human’s reproductive organs. When Spike had ordered the already overstimulated human to hump his leg while he sucked his Master’s cock, he’d been sure he’d gone too far. Somehow though the boy managed to hold on until Spike got his end away, though Xander’s palms had sported little crescent shaped wounds by the time he’d pulled off the vampire’s spent cock. Spike had lapped each of the tiny injuries before removing the vibrator from the boy’s body and holding the shaking human to him for long minutes, rubbing his back while he calmed.

The torment had continued the next day. Spike had spent a good part of Saturday alternating between shagging his pet and teasing the brunet in a multitude of different ways. He’d stroked the young man slowly, running lubricant slick fingers teasingly across the sensitive crown of his slave’s penis until the man’s muscular frame had started to tremble with need. He’d made Xander kneel on all fours in the centre of their bed while he’d carefully massaged his taint, pulling sexy little gasps and groans from the former Slayerette. He’d forced his boy to slowly caress himself while he knelt between his legs sucking him off, luridly describing how he was going to come down his aroused slave’s throat. He’d pushed his Kitten to his limits and pulled him back over and over again, until he’d finally allowed his trembling and exhausted mortal to curl up and sleep a couple of hours before dawn.

Today had been much of the same. He’d even continued tormenting the boy as he’d bathed him. First he’d tied the mortal’s wrist together in front of him, tied them to the shower rod and given him an enema. He continued caressing his pet’s cock and balls as he made the boy hold the soapy water inside himself, until he was finally satisfied. He’d freed his slave’s bound wrists from the shower rod and allowed him to make his way to the toilet to evacuate his bowels. Despite his clear humiliation at the acts his Kitten had never protested, and his cock had never softened.

Once he’d finished cleaning the boy’s insides he’d guided him into a warm bath before making Xander lift his arms above his head so that he could attach the lengths of ropes dangling from his still bound wrists to the towel rack on the far shower wall. He’d then proceeded leisurely lathering and cleaning the mortal’s body, making sure to keep the other man interested by running the coarse fabric of a wash cloth up and down the erect shaft of his penis every couple of minutes, forcing the most delightful little pleasured moans and whimpers from his boy. The human had shuddered as Spike had slowly cupped his balls, gently massaging them. Much to his credit, the mortal hadn’t attempted to deny him access to his genitals even once after Spike had arranged him in the tub. He’d stayed exactly as the vampire had posed him, knees invitingly parted, enduring every tantalising touch to his over-stimulated privates.

The boy hadn’t been overly enthusiastic about the idea of going out, but had docilely complied as Spike had paddled his backside and fitted him with a plug. It had become a ritual for them, each time Xander was clothed. Any time the human had to dress to leave the sanctuary of their home Spike would administer a fresh paddling, making sure the flesh of his boy’s bottom was bruised and tender before he was allowed to cover his body.

Xander also never left their apartment without some sort of toy filling his arse. Spike mostly used a small and soft jelly plug; it was big enough so that his pet would feel nicely full, but not large enough to cause the human too much discomfort when he wore it for long periods of time. Tonight he’d fitted Xander with a much larger toy than he was used to. Of course there was also the matter of the snug vibrating cock ring that was now turning his Kitten into an exquisite mess.

“Please, Master, I can’t...” the younger man sobbed, pounding a fist into his right thigh.

“Yes you can, now stop that. You’re not allowed to hurt yourself. Only Master gets to decide when and where your body is marked. I have a better idea. Reach under your shirt and play with your nipples,” he ordered. He smiled as the brunet whined but immediately obeyed. It was cruel, he knew. The boy’s nipples were one of his pet’s most potent erogenous zones. But after all, being cruel to his former antagonist was fun. “Harder, Kitten. Twist them hard. Yeah, like that. Pinch them. That’s good. Keep doing that, Luv. Torture those pretty tits for Master, but remember no coming.”   

Groaning, his slave complied. Bugger, his Kitten wasn’t the only one hard. Spike was tempted to just pull the car over and take his boy right then and there. Patience.  If his prissy grand-sire had taught him anything, it was patience. Maybe he’d reward himself by forcing his slave to suck him on the way home.

“You can stop now,” Spike generously conceded just before they arrived at their destination. He smirked as Xander sighed in relief, smoothing down his shirt just as he steered the car into the parking lot. There were quite a few people in the store. “Ready?”

“Please, Master, I can’t go out like this,” the human begged softly.

“Why ever not?” he demanded arching an eyebrow.

“It’s indecent. There could be little kids in there,” his pet pleaded, biting his lower lip alluringly.

“That’ true, but you’re fully clothed, Pet. Don’t think you’ll be scaring the kiddies, if there are any. They won’t know what has you so beautifully flushed. But it’s not the idea of scaring little ones that has you blushing so fetchingly is it? It’s the grown ups isn’t it? The ones that will see your pink cheeks and notice the stiff way you’re walking. They might put two and two together and realize that you’re hiding a hard-on under your coat,” the punk vampire guessed. “But none of that matters you see. Who do you belong to? “

“You. I’m yours, Master,” his pet answered, taking a shaky breath.

“And which parts of you belong to me?” he demanded, firmly taking hold of the other man’s chin and forcing him to hold his gaze.

“All of me,” his boy sighed.

“Which parts of you do not belong to me?” Spike insisted, boring into his pet’s brown eyes.

“None. You own every part of me, Master,” Xander replied softly.

“And when do you belong to me?” the slight vampire pressed.

“Always,” the younger man admitted, swallowing thickly. 

“So you belong to me in public as well as in private?” Spike clarified, idly running his thumb over the boy’s moist bottom lip.

“Yes, Master,” the human acknowledged, shivering slightly.

“Come on, Pet. Won’t be so terrible. Tell you what I’ll even let you pick the movie,” the Master vampire promised generously.

“Thank you, Master,” the aroused mortal panted. The boy closed his eyes for moment, taking a calming breath before reaching to undo his safety belt. The mortal only hesitated for a brief instant before opening his eyes and flinging open the door.

Walking around the car, Spike wrapped a possessive arm around his slave. Now to make things more entertaining, he thought, reaching into one of his duster’s many pockets and fingering the remote for the plug he’d fitted his plaything with before leaving the apartment. The boy’s loud moan when he started the toy made the vampire smile.

“Fuck,” his pet whimpered. Spike gripped the human tighter to him, placing a steadying hand beneath his elbow. He was absolutely certain that the boy wouldn’t have kept his feet under him without his support. “Oh God, Oh God...Spi… Master, please.”

“Hush, Luv. The people inside will only see as much as you show them,” the vampire reminded his pet, gently patting his bottom. The boy just panted, leaning into him. “The plug’s not even set to maximum yet. Imagine how it will feel if I increase the speed. The way you’re carrying on everyone will know our filthy little secret. Or is that what you really want. Is my wicked boy an exhibitionist? Is that it?”

His slave shook his head vigorously in denial, making small distressed sounds.

“Alright, alright. Come on, let go inside,” Spike soothed, taking pity on his dark eyed boy. His pet released a long tremulous breath, but finally nodded. Keeping a possessive arm curled around his property’s waist, he quickly led them both into the video store. Being Sunday night the place was not jammed packed by any means, but there were still a good half dozen couples browsing the isles, looking for some weekend entertainment. Harris was probably the darkest shade of scarlet that he’d ever seen him. Yet, in spite of his obvious shame, the white hat was clearly aroused. His scent was intoxicating.

“There’s something gloriously debauched about being out this way isn’t there, Kitten? Playing our filthy games right under their noses? There’s an idea, perhaps I’ll take you out to the Bronze fitted with all our naughtiest toys. I’ll clamp your nipples nice and tight and maybe add some weights before I lead you out onto the dance floor. Then I’ll turn the vibrators on all the way up as you grind against me. I’ll let you writhe against me for long agonizing minutes, before I whisper the order to come in your ear. And you will. You’ll come in your trousers in front of everyone,” Spike whispered luridly. He felt a full body shudder from the boy in his arms.

He slid his hand into Harris’ back pocket and squeezed making the broader man gasp. “What kind of flick are you in the mood for, Luv?” he asked casually, pulling them towards the new releases as though he hadn’t just been describing molesting Xander in the middle of a crowded club just moments before.

“Well, see anything that you like?” he pressed, enjoying giving his boy’s muscular backside a hard pinch. “Go on, don’t be shy.”

“I don’t know... whatever you want is fine, Master,” the human panted, squirming in an alluring fashion.

“No, Precious, you’ve been especially well behaved this weekend, you deserve a reward. I said you could pick the movie, so that’s what you’ll do. Pick out something that you’ll enjoy,” he prodded, pushing his pet towards the shelves. He watched his boy bite his lower lip as he surveyed the multi-coloured DVD cases lined up garishly in display. The mortal spent the next several minutes alternating between looking at the titles displayed before him and glancing back at Spike anxiously over his shoulder. Finally after changing his mind several times the brunet seemed; to come to a decision.

“I wanted to see this when it first came out, but Anya and the girls weren’t interested so I never got the chance,” Xander blushed.

“Hmmm,” Spike snorted, he should have known. “All right then, Kitten. Go ahead and have the clerk ring it through.”

The whelp looked surprised for a moment, but then smiled shyly and nodded, making his way to the counter. The bored looking bint behind the register suddenly perked up, giving his boy an appreciative look. He watched in amusement as the young woman awkwardly flirted with an oblivious Harris. Not that he blamed the girl his boy did look rather fit to be eaten standing there in tight well-worn jeans, a burgundy button down just long enough to cover what would have been a very obvious bulge at the front of his jeans and brown leather jacket. He had to admit his white hat cleaned up rather nicely, especially since thanks to his newly junk food free diet he’d shed some of the excess weight he’d been carrying around. Spike found himself growling when the stupid chit needlessly brushed her hand up Xander’s arm as she gave him his change. Smirking, Spike meandered up to join his pet at the counter. Wrapping a possessive arm around his boy, Spike reached into his pocket for the remote to the vibrator that the human was wearing and deftly switched it to the highest setting. The mortal squeaked loudly, leaning heavily on the counter-top. Several other customers turned giving the young man odd looks.

“Everything all right, Kitten?” the blond purred. The boy just nodded, quietly panting as he gripped the counter so tight that his knuckles turned white. “All paid up?” Again the taller man just nodded, taking a deep shuddering breath. Taking pity on the shaking boy he picked up the movie and steered them out of the store, winking at the now scowling female clerk.

“It’s staying on this setting until we get home. If you can’t stand it anymore let me know and I’ll turn it down, but you’ll be punished. Mind you not nearly as harshly as you will be if you come without permission,” he ordered as they made their way back to the car.

“Oh God,” his Kitten whimpered, pressing against him.

“You can do it for Master. Just concentrate on pleasing me, instead of focusing on your own need,” Spike soothed, opening the car door for his boy.

“That’s...” the brunet started to snap, before a raised eyebrow from his owner made him think better of it. “I’ll try, Master”

“I know you will. You always do. Such a good obedient boy,” Spike praised giving the human a playful grin. The situation was win-win really, at least for the vampire. Xander would either: A. somehow be able to manage to resist the simultaneous stimulation of both the vibrating ring teasing his cock and the toy pulsing against his prostate, giving Spike a lovely show all the way back to their flat or B. he would not and Spike would have the very pleasant duty of punishing him. Either way it would be an entertaining trip home.

Somehow the boy managed to make it back to the apartment without having to beg for the toy inside him to be turned down or worse disgracing himself by coming in his trousers. His eyes were glazed though and he was moaning almost continuously now.

“You’ve done so well, Kitten. You amaze me sometimes. I’ve seen human pets before with years of training that aren’t nearly as well behaved as you. I’m going to take you out some night and show you off. There are clubs in the city were demons go and show off their human toys. Their little pets are kept leashed and naked. Some are gagged and blindfolded and sometimes they are bound. You won’t be though. You will kneel at my feet nude but completely unfettered. All the other demons in the club will be seething with jealousy at seeing me with such a lovely well behaved slave. Can you picture yourself on your knees in front of me?” he purred, caressing Xander’s bottom lip.

“Yes, Master,” his pet replied shakily.

“You’ll be hard. The male slaves at these clubs are always erect. They’re made to kneel with their legs splayed displaying their arousal for all to see. The females are kept aroused as well, but it’s less obvious. If you look closely though you can see that they are all glistening and wet. Some of the masters tease their pets throughout the night, playing with them to keep their interest. I won’t have to though, will I? When the time comes you’ll stay hard just at the thought of how much it will please me,” Spike continued as he unlocked the front door.

His boy shuddered and quietly whimpered as he followed him inside. Deciding to be merciful he reached into his pocket for the remote control to the toy buzzing steadily inside Xander and switched it to the lowest setting. He snickered when Harris couldn’t contain a little sigh of relief.

“Undress while I put the movie in,” he ordered, steering the trembling mortal towards the bedroom.

Should have known that the bloody boy would pick a war movie, Spike thought as he put the Black Hawk Down disk into the DVD player. This is what came of spending so much time hanging about with only those silly birds for company. It wasn’t really surprising that given the opportunity to pick a film without the influence of the other Slayerettes the boy would pick something that was the antithesis of a “chick flick”. Oh well it seemed to make his pet happy and he’d promised the slave that he could pick the movie. Even if it was God awful it would still be worth it.

Part Twenty-Six

Xander Harris’ life had become a strange mix of contradictions. On the one hand his life had become complete and total chaos. He never knew what the hell Spike was going to order him to do next. He felt like he was walking a tight rope over a pit of alligators while blindfolded in the middle of a tornado.

On the other hand, there were parts of his life which had become almost mind-numbingly routine since he’d performed the binding ritual and made himself Spike’s slave. Parts of his day to day life were so strictly regimented that he could practically set his watch to them. Monday to Friday he got up every morning at 4:30 and gave his Master a blow job. Once he got his Master off, he’d be sent to shower and shave. It was surreal how shaving his balls had become almost as routine as shaving his face. When he finished removing any pubic hair that might have grown back since his last shower, he would masturbate until he was on the verge of coming. He’d hated it at first, standing under the warm spray trembling from the pleasure as he played with his cock and balls, knowing that he’d have to stop, that he wouldn’t be allowed the final few strokes that would push him over the edge. He’d grown used to the routine over the past couple of weeks though and the truth was that all the teasing just made it more intense when Spike eventually allowed him to climax.

Then there was his daily spanking. Spike had never explicitly said that Xander was going to be paddled every morning before he got dressed, but after being ordered to kneel on the bed on all fours the first few times Xander had started doing it automatically without being asked. After just over three weeks Xander could barely remember what it was like for his backside not to be bruised and sore all the time.
In some ways the routine was weirdly reassuring, which was disturbing on soooooo many levels that Xander just didn’t want to think about it most of the time. The fact that he found having a sex toy shoved up his ass every time he left the apartment comforting wigged him out, to say the least. He supposed though, that considering he no longer had any control over his own existence that that was normal. Love or hate all of Spikes kinky little standing orders, at least they gave him some small measure of safety and stability. For those brief little slices of time he knew exactly what was going to happen to him.

That was the worst part of the whole situation, never knowing what was going to happen next. Even though outside of keeping his ass and nipples perpetually black-and-blue the worst the vampire had done was shove him to the ground, he still lived with the fear that someday soon Spike’s next order would be something he just wouldn’t be able to live with, either physically or emotionally. The ironic thing was that as the days passed Xander was becoming more and more convinced that when Spike eventually gave the order that would shatter him into a million little piece, the vampire wouldn’t even do it on purpose.

When he’d first decided to complete the rite that would shackle him to Spike he’d fully expected that he’d be tortured. He’d literally made himself sick picturing what Spike might do to him given the opportunity. Xander had never let himself forget, that deep down Spike was and always would be a monster. He was a killer, a creature who had disposed of not one, but two slayers and had happily painted a bloody trail across Europe. Spike might have spent the last two years electronically leashed but Xander had never forgotten that the only thing stopping the blond from mutilating his victims with railroad spikes and draining them dry was a little piece of government silicon imbedded in his brain. Once Xander had lost that protection he’d fully expected the worse. After all, now that the vampire finally had one of his enemies in his power it would make sense that he would use every opportunity to get some payback.

And if Xander was completely honest with himself, he had never exactly been kind or compassionate towards Spike. The entire thing with the Initiative had frustrated and confused him. While Spike was still the big bad the rules had been easy. Spike was a vampire. Vampires were bad. Xander was a Scooby, and a Scooby’s job was to stake vampires or more often than not act as bait while Buffy staked vampires, but that was semantics. The chip had changed all that. How could you kill something that was completely unable to defend itself and still be the good guy? The answer was you couldn’t. And that had killed Xander inside just a little bit. His answer, of course, had been the answer he’s always fallen back on, the same defence mechanism he’d been using since childhood. He’d shoot off his mouth and used his sizable repertoire of insults to fire as many shots as he could at his enemy. That’s how Xander had always handled  bullies and stronger opponents. The only thing was that Spike had always been way too willing to face off any opponent, regardless of their size or strength to be classified as a bully, and he really wasn’t a stronger opponent anymore, not since Professor Walsh and her team of freaky scientists had gotten their hands on him.  The fact was that Dawn could now easily have backed him into a corner and staked him if she ever put her mind to it, which brought Xander to the uncomfortable realisation that if anyone had been a bully over the last two years it was him. Yes, underneath it all Spike was still a killer who was only caged by the chip, but that didn’t give Xander licence to continuously poke at him with a metaphorical stick through the bars. And now that he’d had a little taste of the actual pain that the chip put Spike through, Xander Harris felt like a first class asshole.

Xander’s ever building regrets over how he’d treated the vampire were only aggravated by the fact that Spike really didn’t appear to be going out of his way to hurt him. The vampire, it turned out, was way more into owning him than he was into exacting any sort of bloody and painful revenge scenarios. He liked to play games that reinforced the power he had over Xander, but although these acts were often humiliating and degrading, Xander was never really injured. He supposed it wasn’t all that surprising that Spike would want to exert his control, considering how much the vampire’s life had been turned upside down over the last couple of years. The guy had found his long lost “Yoda” only to find out that his onetime mentor had undergone a personally transplant (or a personality extraction, depending on who you asked.) He’d lost the lover he’d been with for over a century. He’d been neutered by a covert government agency. He’d fallen in love with his sworn enemy, and then watched her die only to have her be resurrected and decide to use him as an animated sex doll before she finally discarded him, leaving the vampire abandoned and isolated. Abandonment, if you got right down to it, seemed to be a reoccurring theme for William the Bloody, which explained the stranglehold he was now keeping on Xander. Spike had finally found a companion that would never be able to leave him and he took every opportunity to remind Xander and himself of that fact. Spike exerted his ownership continuously. He decided absolutely everything. Spike had final say on whether or not Xander was allowed to work, on when he could dress and what he was allowed to wear, on what he ate, on who he was allowed to communicate with, on when he went to bed and when he woke up, on when he showered, on when he was allowed to go to the bathroom, on when he got to touch himself and when he could get off, in short ... everything. And weirdly it usually wasn’t the big things that got to him, although he’d give just about anything to be able to have a five minute conversation with Willow. There were days he’d sell his soul just to be able to decide what colour shirt he got to wear to work or to be able to fix himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He’d felt ridiculously happy when Spike had let him pick the movie they were going to watch tonight. Any decision he was allowed to make for himself seemed like a shiny little treasure these days. Right now though “deciding when he was allowed to come” had kind of catapulted to the top of the list.

Xander was having a really hard time thinking anything beyond “Don’t come” and he really wasn’t sure how much longer that would work. Making him wear vibrators both right below his glans and up his ass, and then ordering him not to climax was just ... cruel. The front of his jeans were drenched with pre-cum as he pulled them down and angrily stuffed them into the hamper. Stupid bleached out bloodsucking undead menace... guy. His erection was steadily leaking and had been since Spike had turned on the damn plug inside him. He blushed as he remembered the raw pleasure that had coursed through him when the toy had been set to high, audience be damned. He’d been hard for so many hours now that he could barely remember what it was like not to be aroused. Stupid vampire and his stupid kinky, (which really, who could expected not to be turned on by) ... games.

Taking a long deep breath, Xander joined the vampire in the living room. Spike had gotten things ready while he’d undressed. Not only was the DVD’s main menu looping on the TV, but pillows were piled on the end of the sofa and sheets had been draped over them. Xander’s eyes drifted to the coffee table where he couldn’t help but notice a bowl of cheese popcorn. He carefully made a point not to notice the lengths of rope, the lube or the ...“Oh my God, that thing is huge,” he said before he could stop himself.

“Yes, it should stretch your hole quite nicely, Kitten,” the vamp chuckled almost indulgently, choosing to gloss over his little outburst.

“Master...” He found himself begging, now unable to take his eyes off the huge black plug sitting ominously in the middle of his living room. He’d never had anything that large inside him before, not even close. It was against the laws of nature, biology, physics… spatial harmony, possibly all of the above. It simply wouldn’t fit.

“Come here, Pet,” his master said. He couldn’t move. He felt as though all his limbs were frozen. He felt a little warning twinge, which he now recognized as his bond to Spike, at the back of his mind.

“You’ve been exceptionally well behaved all weekend, do not spoil everything now. Come here,” Spike ordered his tone sharpening. Xander felt a wave of helpless panic wash over him. Spike’s face softened just a little and suddenly he was by Xander’s side running a soothing hand up his arm. “Kitten, have I done anything during the past three weeks that has caused permanent damage? Hmmm?”

“No, Master,” he admitted, shaking his head, unable to take his eyes off the mammoth sex toy sitting on the coffee table.

“And when I’ve hurt you over the past couple of weeks, when I punished your nipples and that pretty bottom of yours did it excite you? Did it make you hard?” the vampire breathed into his ear.

“Yes, Master,” he squirmed miserably as his owner pinched one of his nipples hard to illustrate his point.

“Then why are you afraid? Have I given you any reason to be frightened?” the blond insisted gently looking up at him as he cupped his chin.

“No, Master, but...” he stumbled over the words.

“But what, Kitten?” Spike insisted; lightly rubbing the pad of his thumb over the nipple he’d just finished abusing.

“It’s too big, Master. It’s never going to fit... I’ll be torn if you force me to take that thing inside me” Xander confessed.

“Pet, do you really think I’d risk damaging you? Do you have any idea how much pleasure your tight little hole gives Master? It’s feels bloody wonderful being surrounded by your sweet warmth. I’d never do anything that would deprive me of feeling your heat clamping around my cock,” Spike assured him.

“Yes, Master,” He swallowed, feeling his face heat. He knew that Spike wouldn’t purposely risk damaging him and spoiling his fun. What he wasn’t sure of was that Spike actually knew the physical limits of a regular old human being who didn’t have the benefits of enhanced healing.
“I’ll have to prepare you thoroughly and use lots and lots of slick, but we’ll take our time and so long as you relax we’ll be able to work the plug into your arse,” his Master said, cupping his butt.

“Yes, Master,” he nodded. He didn’t really have much choice. He took a long shaky breath trying to calm himself down.

“I won’t lie to you, Luv. I’ve never made you wear anything this ... substantial. There will probably be some discomfort at first, but then you’ll become accustomed to the sensation. Let me tell you something, just the thought of it is making me randy as Hell. It will please me so much to see you take such a big fat plug inside you, to see it spreading your arsehole so wide," Spike whispered seductively. “And you want to be a good boy for me, don’t you, Kitten? You want to please Master?”

“Yes,” he confessed, closing his eyes and shuddering. How had he turned into this? Some wanton slut so eager for a vampire’s approval. He could hardly even recognize himself anymore. Earlier when Spike had described displaying him naked and hard in a room full of strange demons, he’d been turned on by the idea. He’d been fighting these ... things since he was 15 years old. How could he want that? What kind of sick freak would want that? He didn’t resist when Spike pulled him towards the coffee table.

“I need you to lift your arms up for me. Good just like that, keep your arms parallel to the ground. That’s Master’s good boy,” the vampire encourage as he picked up the longest piece of rope and started uncoiling it. Xander stood obediently as his Master started weaving intricate patterns around his upper body with the rope. The rope  was finally wrapped around each leg, before Spike brought it back up and tied the entire thing off. Stepping back the blond looked at him appreciatively and nodded before picking up the shorter length of rope. Bringing Xander’s arms back down, Spike carefully arranged them behind his back folding them at the elbow at a ninety degree angle, holding his wrists together. Working efficiently the vampire quickly wrapped the rope around his wrists and then secured them to the rope already circling his upper body.

“Beautiful,” Spike complemented, stepping back to appreciate his work. Mercifully, he reached down and started removing the vibrating toy which had been torturing his cock for what seemed like hours. “Let’s take this off of you. You’ve been such a perfectly well behaved pet today, staving off your pleasure and keeping that pretty cock hard for Master. Such a good boy. You’re going to keep being a good boy for Master now aren’t you, Kitten?”

“Yes, Master,” he replied after only a brief hesitation. The ropes helped. Despite all the talk of displaying him without any bonds in front of his fellow demons, he suspected that his Master had figured out that being tied up made things easier for him, considering how often he was restrained, despite the fact that he had no choice but to obey. He allowed his owner to help him crawl onto the sofa and to lay him flat on his belly, trapping his rigid erection beneath him.

“Spread your legs,” his Master instructed, kneeling down beside him and nudging his thighs apart. Spike spent the next couple of minutes gently fondling the soft flesh there, before moving his hands upward and beginning to lightly stroke Xander’s perpetually bruised backside. He couldn’t suppress a shudder when the vampire started playing with the toy that was still stuffed up his ass, merrily buzzing away. His Master carefully started inching the plug out of him, only to slowly push it back in once it was three quarters of the way out. Xander whimpered as the process was repeated several times.

“Yes, we definitely need to use this to make you come someday soon. Would you like that?” Spike asked.

“Yes,” Xander moaned, knowing that if he wasn’t truthful his Master would simply point out the hardness currently trapped under him, to disprove the lie.

“Tomorrow night I will tie you up again and blindfold you, and then I’ll tie your cock and your knackers. Not tight enough to prevent you from coming mind you, but enough so that it takes a good long while for you to climax. I’ll slip the vibrator inside you and set it to high and give you permission to come, then I’ll sit back and watch while you writhe until you can’t take it any longer and you finally spill all over your belly. Does that sound good, Kitten?” his Master asked as he continued fucking him excruciatingly slowly with the vibrator.

“Yes,” he moaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

“My poor kitten. All worked up aren’t you?” his Master asked. Xander didn’t think he was expected to answer so he just stayed quiet and concentrated on not falling apart. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Spike pulled the toy out. He tensed when he saw Spike reach for the lube, realizing that he was one step closer to that monstrosity being shoved inside him. Spike must have sense his tension, because he ran a soothing hand through his hair. “Relax, Pet, I said we’d take our time. We’ll take things nice and slow.”

Xander sighed as he felt two cool fingers enter him. He was still loose from the vibrator, so he accepted them easily. Spike didn’t waste any time finding his prostate and soon had him breathing hard again. The vampire spent a long time just fingering him, periodically withdrawing to add more lube. Eventually his Master started scissoring his long, fine fingers and Xander knew that he was being prepared for more. He closed his eyes and tried his best to just enjoy the penetration when a third finger was added. He allowed himself to moan loudly, knowing it would please his owner. One thing Spike always reprimanded him for was trying to hold back the sounds of his pleasure. Even if he was ordered not to speak, he wasn’t supposed to try to hold back his moans or his gasps. His Master liked hearing the proof that he was enjoying himself. His Master bent and laid a trail of kisses down his spine as he inserted a forth finger. Xander couldn’t contain a hiss.

“You’re doing beautifully, Kitten. Relax and let yourself adjust. There, there’s my good boy,” his Master whispered, gently moving his fingers in and out.

Finally the vampire pulled his fingers out. Xander tensed as he saw him reach for the massive plug. He watched as Spike generously coated the toy with lubricant. Petting Xander’s flank, he pushed the very tip against his hole, but didn’t press it any further. “You need to relax; I’m going to start sliding it in now. Try to stay limp and push back against it as if you’re going to the loo, that’ll help it slide in.”
That was easy for Spike to say he thought bitterly, considering he wasn’t having something the size of a can of Campbell’s soup shoved up his ass. Spike just kept petting him and calling him a good boy. He took a deep breath and tried to follow his Master’s instructions. Somehow, finally Spike was able to get the whole thing inside him. Oh God, it hurt and he immediately wanted to beg his Master to take it out. He felt obscenely stretched.

“Well done, Kitten. Now, now it will be all right. Take nice deep breathes for me. You’ll see, you’ll adjust to being so full before you know it,” Spike told him, running a hand up and down his back. It took a few minutes, but eventually the tension left his body. It was still uncomfortable, but his anus no longer felt like a rubber band stretched too far and liable to snap at any moment.

“Let’s get comfortable so we can watch the movie,” Spike said, reaching behind him to reorganize the pillows into a little nest.

Xander just gaped at him. Spike expected him to watch a movie, trussed up and stuffed like this? Wisely he kept his mouth shut. At least his erection had managed to die down a little bit. He watched silently as Spike stripped out of his own clothes, before flipping Xander unto his side and squeezing in behind him. Without another word he reached over Xander for the remote and started the movie. He reached down towards the end of the couch and grabbed a blanket, which he then draped over the two of them, before settling back against the pillows and wrapping his arm loosely around Xander’s waist.

For the next two hours and thirty two minutes they stayed that way. Aside from reaching down and lightly stroking Xander’s cock a few times to make sure he stayed aroused, Spike was surprisingly un-grabby.

“That wasn’t entirely rubbish, Pet. Good choice. Almost ready for bed?” Spike asked, reaching down to fondle him again.

The implication of what his Master had just said hit him all of a sudden. Sunday night, it was Sunday night right before bedtime. Thank God! He honestly wasn’t sure how much more teasing he could take. He felt almost giddy with the knowledge that he was finally going to be allowed some relief. He nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, Master.”

Spike just laughed, “All right, all right. Let’s get you up then.” With Spike’s help, he managed to get to his knees. And boy, did he ever feel the plug when he switched positions. He stood up on wobbly legs, letting his Master support him. He was sure that he must be walking bowlegged as Spike steered him into the bedroom.

“Just sit here on the edge while I set everything up,” Spike ordered. Xander did, groaning a little as the giant plug was pushed even deeper inside him. His Master quickly folded an old worn sheet and draped it across the centre of the mattress, which was weird. Spike never did that, he just made Xander sleep on any wet spots. He left the room for a moment only to return with a mound of pillows, which he then carefully arranged on the bed.

Without warning Spike scooped Xander up into his arms, causing the bound man to let out an embarrassing squeak of surprise. “Shit,” Xander muttered, as Spike snickered carefully depositing him against the pillows. Spike had arranged them so that there would be a crevice in the middle, preventing Xander from putting all his weight on his bound wrists. Xander watched quietly as his Master quickly attached four more lengths of rope to the some of the eye-hooks he had had Xander install all over the headboard last weekend. The vampire’s movements were blurry, faster than Xander’s human eyes could follow.

Two of the lengths of rope he attached to the rope harness that Spike had fashioned around Xander’s torso. His Master grabbed another two pillows from the bottom of the bed and motioned for him to raise his hips. He did so without argument, allowing his owner to slide the pillows under him. Spike quickly attached the other two lengths of rope to the ropes circling his thighs, pulling his legs up towards his chest and forcing them apart. Finally, Spike pulled out another two lengths of rope and tied them around his ankles before securing the remaining lengths of those to the legs of the bed, leaving him with his butt raised and his legs forced wide apart.

“You look beautiful like this, Kitten. All spread out and ready for Master,” Spike smiled, looking down at him in a way that made Xander extremely nervous. Cool hands stroked down his inner thighs making him shiver. “Been so good and it’s just about time for you to be rewarded, Kitten. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll see sodding stars. But remember you have to wait until Master gives you permission“

Xander gasped as his cock was lightly stroked. Feathery teasing touches designed to feed his arousal, but not enough to push him to climax.
He supposed he should be grateful, as wonderful as relieving the pressure that had been slowly building in his balls all weekend would feel right that second; and at this moment Xander was as desperate as he’d ever been to get off; he knew it wouldn’t be worth the punishment he would earn. He’d seen Spike looking up chastity devices online. He definitely wasn’t ready to wear one of those full time. He could just imagine the fun times he’d have in the men’s room wearing one of those things. So no, better not give the vampire an added excuse to try it out.

“Going to pull that nasty toy out now,” his Master told him, peppering little kisses along his inner thighs. Xander breathed a sigh of relief. Big as it was, the toy came out a lot easier than it had gone in. “There, you see? I told you that you could take it, Kitten. Just as soon as we fill that hungry hole again, I’ll give you permission to come.”

Xander couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling as he watched his Master open the drawer to the bedside table. He swallowed nervously as he watched the blond pull something out of the drawer. “Is that shortening?” He asked without thinking. He was pretty sure baking wasn’t in the agenda. Baking didn’t generally take place in the bedroom, well unless you counted that time when he was 8 and Willow had just gotten an Easy Bake oven. Somehow he didn’t think Spike had delicious mini cakes baked using little tiny light bulbs in mind.

“Yeah, Kitten. It’s nice and slippery, makes good slick,” Spike smiled, gripping the shaft of Xander’s penis just below the crown and leisurely rubbing his thumb along the head, making Xander squirm just a little bit in his bonds. “I have something special planned and we want my fingers to slide in easily. Wouldn’t do to waste all the work we did stretching you now would it? “

Xander swallowed thickly as he watched his Master open the container and scoop out some thick white grease using three fingers. Spike gently inserted all three fingers and started rubbing the thick lubricant into Xander. He repeated the process several times adding more of the creamy shortening with each pass, plunging his fingers in as deeply as he could manage, scissoring them and stretching Xan impossibly wider. He moaned, closing his eyes and sinking back against the pillows as his Master began deftly massaging his sweet spot.

“Does it feel good, Kitten?”  The vampire asked, playfully reaching down and nipping at his exposed inner thigh.

“Yes, Master,” he answered honestly. Spike had learned exactly how to caress him for maximum effect over the past couple of weeks and was making good use of those skills.

“Good, ready for more? You are, aren’t you?” his Master purred, sliding four fingers into him at once. “Such a hungry little hole, so happy to welcome Master’s fingers,” The vampire spent the next couple of minutes slowly plunging his fingers in and out of Xander’s anus, crooking and rotating them periodically so that his fingers would scrape against his bound slave’s prostate. “I don’t know that I’ve ever seen such a greedy hole before, Kitten. Look at how hard this has made you. Your cock is all dark and full of blood, it’s been leaking all over your belly since we started. You’re making Master work hard to satisfy such a ravenous hole; I don’t think it will be content till it takes Masters whole hand.”

Xander’s heart shuddered for just a second. “Master?” God he couldn’t, he just couldn’t. A part of him had known, must have known what all this was leading up to, yet somehow he was still shocked. He closed his eyes and just shook his head helplessly.

“Hush now, luv,” Spike whispered, cupping his balls with his free hand and gently massaging them. “There’s no reason to fret so. Master only wants to make you feel good. If you are truly that frightened precious, I’ll bring you off the old fashion way by stroking your prick. But I won’t lie to you, I’ll be disappointed. It would please Master so much if we did this. Let me do this for you. I know you can do this.”

“No. I…” Xander hesitated.

“We’re almost there already. You can take just a little more for Master can’t you? It will please me so much to see you come with my arm buried inside you,” Spike cajoled.

“Too much,” the human panted as his Master rubbed against his sweet spot yet again, his eyes still squeezed tightly shut.

“Have I ever forced you to do anything that you were physically incapable of, Pet?” the vampire asked softly, removing his fingers only to return them a moment later with another coat of thick lubricant.

“No…” the brunet admitted. Spike hadn’t breached his physical limitations, yet…

“You didn’t think you could take the plug I put in you earlier, but you did. It stretched that pretty hole of yours so wide. I know it felt like too much at first, but your body eventually adjusted and welcomed it. Just as it will welcome Master’s fist,” the blond assured him. Xander continued shaking his head in denial.

“Open your eyes, Kitten and look at me,” Spike ordered. God he didn’t want to, if he looked into Master’s eyes he would be lost. He shook his head again. “Now, now Kitten. All I’m asking is that you look at me.” Spike reassured him, the vampire’s fingers never stopping their deft massage. Oh God, he was so close.

“That’s Master’s good boy,” Spike encouraged, as Xander finally opened his eyes. It was impossible to say no to Spike when he was looking at him so earnestly, calling him beautiful and good. “You want to be a good boy for Master, don’t you Kitten? I know you do. You’ve been so wonderful all weekend, letting Master tease you for hours so he could enjoy your lovely suffering. Look how your pretty hole is eagerly welcoming my fingers. I know that it can take more. All I want you to do now is try. Will you try for Master, Kitten?”

Helplessly, Xander found himself nodding. “Yes, Master.”

“Good boy, such a perfect sweet Kitten. Still so hard despite all the protests,” his owner chuckled.

Xander couldn’t help but tense when his Master removed his fingers. He bit his lip as the vampire reached for more lube. He watched silently as the vampire brought his fingers close together and began gently reinserting them. “Relax and bear down, just like we did with the toy.” God it was too much, but Xander still found himself moaning as his Master gently began drawing his fingers in and out, slowly rotating them as he went. “Good boy, I’m going to push a little harder now. Just keep relaxing. Good boy. You can come any time now, Pet.”

Despite his Master’s reassurances and the obvious care the blond was taking, it still hurt when his owner started to push his knuckles in and Xander was about to beg him to stop, but then suddenly Master’s whole hand seemed to slide right in. Master was buried up to his wrist inside him. He had never felt as full in his entire life. There was pain, no not really pain, rather discomfort, but not nearly as terrible as Xander would have expected.

“Good boy, shush the worse is over. Yes luv, just relax and accept me into your body. We won’t continue until you are ready. You are so beautiful like this. God, Kitten I wish you could see the picture you make with my wrist stretching your perfect little hole,” Master whispered, bending down to pepper Xander’s inner thigh with kisses. “Going to make this so good for you, Kitten. That sweet spot of yours is just going to be drilled over and over again by my fist; you’ll barely be over the last touch of my knuckles, before they are scraping against you again.”

He was unable to suppress a whimper when his Master’s free hand snaked between his legs and started to lightly rub the slickened tip of his cock. Suddenly Xander, no longer felt too full, Master’s hand was too still.  “Please, oh God,” Xander begged, futilely struggling against his bonds for just a moment. “Please, Master you said I could come now.”

“That I did. Are you ready, luv?” his Master asked, firmly gripping Xander’s erection.

Xander hadn’t even finished nodding before he felt the fist inside him start to move in tandem with the hand wrapped around his weeping cock. The hand inside him moved gently, but oh so quickly. His Master was right; his prostate was under such constant stimulation that he felt as though a continuous stream of electric pleasure was racing through his body and into his cock. Gone were the light fingers that had softly teased his sensitive cock head all weekend, they were now tightly wrapped around his erection firmly stroking up and down. It was exactly the stimulation that Xander needed to climax, yet he couldn’t, even though he’d already been given permission, something was missing.

“Please Master?” He closed his eyes and pleaded, shaking.

“What is it, luv?” Master asked.

“Master may I come for you, please?” he asked long past shame, tremors running through his entire body.

He heard his Master hiss in surprise, before he finally whispered: “Yeah, Kitten. Come for Master.” He felt his owner’s fangs slice into his thigh just as he started to come undone. The orgasm was incredibly intense. Xander was dimly aware of crying out in pleasure, before he shattered into a million pieces and the world went blank.

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