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And Now For The Movie...

2009-07-02T05:46:15Z

Title: And Now For The Movie...
Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Summary: AU. On an alternate world where Vampires rule, Spike and Xander return from Angelus' party. This continues directly from Party Time and will probably not make much sense if read alone.
The usual warnings apply. This is dark!fic, nonconsensual BDSM, slavefic. It's not light or fluffy, ok?
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.

My Master ran his hand through my hair as I mouthed his cock through the silk trousers he wore. I was crouched at his feet as was proper for a Body Slave, as we returned from the party Angelus had given to introduce his own newest Body Slave, Lindsey. The damn Aphrodisiac Incense Angelus had burned all night still swirled through our systems and Spike, still incredibly horny, pulled his hard cock out and slipped it between my lips. I instantly hardened even more, impossible though that should be, and pain shot through my cock, imprisoned in its cramped cage. I sucked on his firm flesh, velvet over steel and just as unforgiving, and drew on all my training to maintain my strict control. I owed it to my Master to be the best Body Slave I could be. It was forbidden to distract him from his pleasure with my own intense need.

He lay back against the car's well-upholstered back seat cushions and closed his eyes, enjoying my ministrations. I was well trained and while sucking hard at the head I lowered my mouth down the long shaft, feeling the thick head of his cock push against the back of my throat. "Yessss..." he hissed, jerking up and forcing his cock deeper. I swallowed rapidly around the thick head as he jerked and spasmned, pumping spurts of cool cum down my throat. My balls throbbed in agony as my cramped cock attempted to cum. This new cage was much too small to allow that of course. Spike'd had it made specially to my measurements and it was guaranteed fail-safe.

Relaxed after his release he sprawled back among the cushions, a beautiful rumpled fallen angel come to Earth. He continued to stroke his elegant fingers through my hair while I concentrated on controlling my lust. My breathing finally steadied and my poor abused cock relaxed a little.

Spike looked at me through hooded eyes. "Ya get the movie done okay?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I replied. I had used an expensive little toy to film the chain-bang he had taken part in at the party while my back recovered from the punishment I had earned for my bad behaviour earlier. The damned Aphrodisiac Incense had torn away my control during a party fuck, and begging to be allowed to cum, thus distracting my Master as he took his pleasure had earned me eleven lashes at the flogging cross Angelus had conveniently provided for the use of his guests.

"Good," he purred, his mouth twisting in a satisfied smile. "Almost two hours that chaing-gang fuck must've took, what with those extra three coming to join us half way through." He sounded pleased, and my cock twitched as I remembered the scenes I had filmed. Despite the pain in my back and from my cock as it expanded in its tight cage I had stayed hard as a rock while I filmed the whole session as he'd instructed.

"Can't wait to watch it." He leered down at me and rested his hand on his hardening cock. "We'll download it straight to the bedroom player when we get home. Bit of entertainment to round off the night."

"Yes Master," I agreed readily. I am extremely well trained.

He gazed back at me with an amused expression. "How long's it been since ya cum, pet?" he asked me.

"I think its been almost two months, Master," I said, unable to keep a tremor from my voice. Please..please...please...

"Two months..." he mused. "I can't remember, was that the night I had to punish you a little, beforehand?"

"Yes, Master, that was the night." The flogging had gone on for ever, a drunk and horny Spike was a bad combination. But afterwards... ah, fuck! That had been good.

"I like your eyes when you cum," he said. "They kinda glaze over." He smiled sweetly at me. I began to allow myself to hope, even thought I knew he liked my eyes desperate and begging even more.

The limo turned into the underground carpark and pulled to a stop in front of the lift. The driver waited for us to alight, before driving the car to its designated parking space. Spike held my leash in a tight grip as we stepped into the lift. "Kneel," he said, and pulled his erection from his trousers. This was our special game. If I could get my Master to cum before we reached the Penthouse he would remove my cage and allow my cock to have a week's freedom. Unfortunately the lift was sleek and modern and took very little time to ascend to the top floor. I had won the game only once in five years.

Dropping to my knees I engulfed the mushroom head of his cock in my mouth and did my best to bring him to completion. He was close, I knew, when the ding sounded, announcing our arrival and my failure.

Spike took hold of my head in both hands and pumped hard a few times, finally squirting cum down my throat, while I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to will my erection away. I was shaking when the lift doors opened. Have I mentioned that my beautiful master with the face of an angel is a sadist?

~*~*~*~*~

Spike lay on his side, cocooned in bodies. A blonde slut facing him had his beautiful cock down her throat while he squeezed one of her overblown breasts, while behind him a redhead was working his ass with her tongue. Her own ass was being well reamed by a handsome black man clamped behind her who was also busy sucking on the cock of yet another man sprawled across the heap. This guy was working Spike's blonde slut's other breast. The slut was fully occupied rocking on the cock of a guy almost hidden behind Spike, out of camera range. His face was entirely hidden as he was lip locked to my master, but I knew Spike's fingers were up this guy's ass, as I had circled the heaving panting mass of bodies with the camera, faithfully recording all the action.

Spike loves nothing more than watching himself having sex while he fucks me. I also love watching my beautiful Master's lean muscular body working towards orgasm on our large flat-screen TV with full surround sound. I was spread face down on our huge bed, a cushion placed considerately under me to take pressure off my cage, and my legs spread wide by a spreader bar as Spike tried to time his cumming with the on-screen Spike's pleasure. "Yesssssss..." my Master hissed as he thrust into my tight channel. Spike had not replaced the butt plug earlier this evening and my ass was being well stretched.

The on-screen Spike had the advantage of the Aphrodisiac Incense Angelus had filled the room with at the party, but Spike's own natural vampire stamina combined with his strong libido was helping him keep up. "Oh fuck...fuck,pet...fuck! fuck! yessssssss!" he panted as pleasure rocked through him. On-screen Spike was shooting cum down blonde slut's throat in time with my Master's orgasm.

Spike lay sated for the moment above me, his weight draped evenly over my larger body. We watched on-screen spike recover and roll towards his next playmate. The gorgeous black man, Gunn, Spike had said his name was, was another new aquisition Angelus had brought specially for this party to amuse his guests. On-screen Spike moved up to kneel behind him and rested his hand on his ass to get his attention. He'd moved on from his earlier partner and was now fucking the long haired cowboy Lindsey. They both stilled while On-screen Spike positioned himself and thrust inside Gunn in one hard push. Gunn cried out and then went back to coring the cowboy. The three of them found a rythmn quickly and made a stunning picture.

My master's cock was filling again, I could feel the hardness pressing against my ass. But instead of driving into me as I expected he rolled off me and flipped me over onto my back. I looked up at him in surprise while the sounds of gasping frantic sex came from the screen now out of my view.

"You done well tonite," he offered when I stared at him in surprise. Fuck! Yes! came from the room's speakers

I was confused and my face must have shown it. I hadn't been given permission to speak, though, so I stayed silent and waited. "Oh God in Heaven!" blonde slut shouted as she finally came. I remembered she had joined Master's threesome, pushing her tit into the cowboy's face while she rubbed at her clit, desperate to cum. Someone had taken pity on the slut and come up behind her, fucking her ass for her while taking a firm hold of her free tit. She hadn't taken long to cum noisily after that. My cock throbbed and pushed against its bars.

Meanwhile, at home, my Master smiled at my confusion. "That ponce Angelus burning that incense crap," he explained. "Of course ya had no hope of keeping control with that stuff in yer blood, pet. And 'course I had ta punish ya, what with it all in public and all, but ya did well all the same and ya deserve a bit of a reward."

With that he pulled the key to my cage from his wrist band and removed the torturous device.

My cock sprang free and I was instantly in torment as my blood flowed fully into cramped and pinched tissue. I gasped and curled up slightly as Spike grinned delightedly down at my agonized face.

Panting harshly I waited out the familiar pain as full circulation was restored. Fuck, I hated this part. Even with the Aphrodisiac drug still in my system my cock had deflated to half mast. I knew that wouldn't last long, already I could feel Spike's erection pushing against my hole as he spread himself over my body.

"Love the look on yer face when I do that, Xan," he murmered into my ear."It never gets old." He tapped my thighs and I obediently lifted my legs over his shoulders while he lined up his erection and slammed inside me. Pulling almost all the way out he gazed down into my face. "Fuck, yer so beautiful when yer in pain," he continued as he slid back inside me.

But the pain was fading and my cock was beginning to take a real interest in the proceedings. Spike felt my growing interest pressing against his stomach and looked down between us. "Not until I say," he reminded me.

Now the real torture began, as my beautiful cruel sadist fucked me unmercifully against the backdrop of sound coming from the TV speakers, the gasps and moans of the chain-gang-fuck I had filmed for him earlier. I could hear the cries of completion his various partners had made, cries of "Fuck, yeah...harder you bitch...fuck, I'm cumming...just there, yeah, right there..." as he stroked against my magic spot with nearly every thrust.

I could feel myself riding the edge of cumming, and knew my Master was fully aware of how dangerously close to the precipice I was. Finally when I had almost reached the point of breaking down and begging him for permission to cum his thrusts became eratic and ramming deeply inside me he said "Cum, pet," and sank against me, allowing the walls of my channel to milk his orgasm from him as I finally let myself explode in pleasure.

I came back to myself finally to find my Master wrapped around my prone body, absorbing the heat he loved. I realised he had replaced the cage. He was running a damp cloth over my chest, wiping me clean. "Yer know," he mused "Angelus was right. The longer I leave you in that cage, the longer I make you hold off, the more amazing it feels on my cock when I finally let you cum." He smiled up at me. "That was fucking fantastic," he confided, "You practically sucked the cum outa me when you came, you were so desperate after just two months, I've never felt yer ass grab hold so hard, it was brilliant, pet." He hugged me tighter. "I reckon we'll make you hold off for three months this time."

"As you wish, Master," I whispered. Anything he wished, of course, for my beautiful sadistic Master.... and love.

The End

Party Time (Spander)

2009-06-30T11:11:48Z

Title Party Time
Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Summary: AU. On an alternate world where Vampires rule, Spike takes his Body Slave to Angelus's party.
The ususal warnings apply. This is dark!fic, nonconsensual BDSM, slavefic. It's not light or fluffy, ok?
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.

The muse has been absent for so long, but this afternoon she dropped this fanged bunny on my keyboard. As usual it's dark, twisted, nasty dark!fic. Really. And unbeta'd

I kept my eyes discreetly lowered as Spike led me into Angelus' mansion. Spike held the leash attached to my brand new coller in a firm grip as we wound our way through the mass of sweating bodies. The sound of rapid gasps and stifled moans from the three bodies heaving together on a couch to our left had my cock straining against the steel bars enclosing it. The unmistakable slap of a whip as it caressed flesh assailed my ears and I turned to see a slim naked female strapped to a flogging cross in the far corner, and while I stared, stumbling a bit as we continued to weave our way through the bodies on the floor around us, the large vampire behind her brought the heavy whip he held back over his shoulder and swirling it expertly over his head, brought it slashing down again across the woman's white shoulders.

I turned away as she screamed.

The panting from the three on the left increased in tempo, apparently spurred on by the sound of the woman's agony, and as we moved away I saw all three had cum together, collapsing around each other. My cock throbbed in its tight confined space.

My Master tugged sharply on my leash and my eyes flew to his face. His handsome features showed amusement and my heart skipped a beat. He was beautiful, cruel, kind, intelligent, a sadist and the center of my world. He had owned me body and soul from the day he had purchased me from the finest Body Slave Training Academy on our world five years ago. I belonged to him, I lived and breathed only to serve his desires.

"Can ya smell it, pet?" Spike asked, and I obediently inhaled, trying to identify what he meant. A sweet heaviness in the air gave it away. Angelus was burning Aphrodisiac Incense, a rare drug that acted on vampires and humans alike. The people in the room were all under its influence, as we soon would be too. I cringed at the thought, my balls were painful from unreleased sexual pressure for too long now and I felt near the end of my endurance. AI as it was usually called, lowered inhibitions and increased libido as well as giving males an almost constant hard-on. As this described Spike at normal times, when he was under this drug's influence he was insatiable.

Spike was a fond master, and often kind to me, but he believed a needy slave was a willing slave, and he kept me very needy.

A vampire's Body Slave was a willing vessel for his master's pleasure, not his own. I had been trained in every pleasure inducing technique known to our extremely pleasure-seeking society, but it was all purely for my master's benefit. My pleasure was of no consideration at all. In fact quite the opposite, as our masters believed we actually performed at top efficiency when deeply frustrated. I hadn't been allowed to cum for nearly two months

Despite this, or maybe because of it, I was as hard as iron.

My master noticed my arousal of course. I was completely naked save for my coller and cage as was correct for a Body Slave. Spike's grin widened. "Knew you'd enjoy yerself here, Xan. Angelus gives the best parties in town. We're both gonna have a good time t'nite."

I knew better than to take his both literally of course.

Spike had found a comfortable couch against one wall with a good view of most of the room. "Kneel up," he commanded as he made himself comfortable, settling himself back on the cushions and spreading his legs wide to accomadate me. I dropped to my spread knees on the floor between his knees, facing the room, arms crossed over my chest and my back straight. I was used to kneeling in this position and could maintain it for hours. I was pleased to be kneeling, as the butt plug Spike had made me wear tonight was an overlarge one that made sitting almost impossible.

Around us the orgy continued, while we gradually fell under the influnce of the AI swirling through the room and my cock felt ready to explode. I prayed Spike would allow me release tonight.

My breath hitched as I watched a vampiress lower herself on a large cock and begin to rock herself to orgasm. The cock was attached to a male who seemed oblivious of her as he lay on his back, head turned sucking the cock of a vampire who lay near him, who was himself sucking and nibbling on a woman's tit that was hanging over his head like a ripe fruit, his hands squeezing her heavy breasts as she crouched over his face. Ah, not quite oblivious, I noticed as the man on his back lifted a hand to tweak one of the nipples with long fingers. The nipple's owner gasped appreciatively and rocked faster. A third vampire was rythmnically pounding into the second woman's ass. My cock ached for stimulation and the steel bars of the small cage dug in cruely. Another vampire joined the group and kneeling beside the vampiress pushed his cock into her willing mouth. She began sucking hard on her treat as her orgasm overtook her. As she gasped around the engorged shaft in her mouth her butt clenched tightly on the cock impaling her ass, pushing the man behind her over the edge. I groaned and turned away.

~*~*~*~*~

The whipping on the other side of the room appeared over for now, the flogging cross stood empty. I wondered what rule, if any, the woman had broken to be punished so publicly. Spike had never humiliated me so, there were never any witnesses when Spike felt it necessary to flog me.

I could feel Spike moving behind me, and then I felt his hand pulling at my butt plug. The ambience of the room had caught up with him. Or more likely it was the damn AI. I felt very empty as the large plug left my body, but knew the feeling wouldn't last long. Then the large blunt head of my Master's cock pushed against my hole demanding entry and I fell forward onto all fours and pushed back firmly as with a single hard thrust he entered me. "Oh fuck, Xan, yeah! Take all of it, pet!"

Shoving himself fully inside, he let go and pounded into my stretched hole. I thought I would explode if he didn't let me come. That thrice cursed AI was affecting my control and my cock was hard as rock. My breath was coming in shallow gasps as his large cock massaged that magic spot inside me with every thrust. "Oh yeah...fuck....yessssss...." he hissed as his balls began to draw up. Later I would torment myself for allowing the drug Angelus had used to make me forget my training so thoroughly, but as I felt Spike's thrusts become erratic I lost all self control and started to beg "Please... please...let me come master....please.."

The stinging slap of his hand against my left buttock should have warned me but I was beyond reason and continued to plead for release. "Please....please master..."

Spike's whole body convulsed as he came, shooting his tepid cum deeply inside my body as his fangs sank into my neck. My balls pulsed in agony as my release was denied. As sanity returned, and I gazed up into the grinning face of our host Angelus, I realised my balls weren't the only part of me that would know agony tonight.

~*~*~*~*~

Spike's face was impassive as he strapped me to the vacant flogging cross. I had distracted him from his own release and worse, I had shamed him in front of his Sire. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. Even such a fond master as Spike couldn't overlook such a severe loss of control in his Body Slave.

The bodies in the room continued to writhe around us as Spike tightened the last strap. I realised from the smirk on Angelus' face that he'd been over generous with the AI on purpose this evening, hoping I would lose my control. Angelus had always been envious of Spike's aquisition of me. I think he hoped Spike would turn away from me in disgust, perhaps even make a gift of me to him, but my master wouldn't part with me so easily, I knew.

Angelus came to stand beside Spike, looking at me with a gloating expression on his handsome face. He was looking forward to watching my punishment, his cock hard and straining inside his leather jeans as his eyes raked over me. Spike's cock was in a similar condition, tenting the silk lounging trousers he wore. A whipping was always a real turn on for my master and he delighted in punishing me for my rare lapses.

Spike picked up the discarded whip. "Right pet," he purred in my ear, running the whip lightly over my shoulder. "Count 'n' thank."

~*~*~*~*~

The whip whistled down again and my back burned. "Eight....thank you Master"

Spike was taking his time, carefully measuring out each stroke, and from the low gasp he gave as each lash connected I knew his hand was working his cock. With one hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and the other wielding the whip and the AI permeating his brain he was in heaven. The punishment would end when he came, but in this state it might take awhile.

Angelus had his own hand on the large bulge in his trousers, rubbing obsenely as he grinned over at me, and a tangle of bodies moaned at my feet. They heaved and rippled, gasped and moaned as they worked each other towards completion, spurred on by my cries.

"Nine....thank you Master," I croaked as another lash burned into my skin. Spike gave a sudden moan and swung the whip around and over and down again so quickly it ripped my breath away. "Ten..." I gasped, "t.t.thank you...Master..." The closer Spike got to his pleasure, the harder and faster the whip fell.

My knees trembled and I was grateful for the straps keeping me upright. At my feet I watched a vampire grasp his partner's round breast tightly and bite into the nipple hard and she convulsed, screaming as she came. He followed her to his own release and despite my back's agony my cock surged to instant hardness. Fuck! I needed to come so bad.

The whip burned down again, harder than ever and I heard my master's intense cry, "Yesssss..fuck...yesssssss" and knew it was over. "Eleven...I sobbed, "thank you, Master"

~*~*~*~*~

While my back recovered Spike fucked two of the women and three of the men in a kind of complicated chain-gang affair that made me hot and bothered while I filmed it as he instructed. He liked to watch himself in home-made porn videos and none of his partners tonight seemed to mind.

I remained hard later when he pushed me down to my knees before him and pressed his cock into my mouth. He played with my nipple ring while I deep throated him to another orgasm, thrusting deeply as he came and then he was ready to leave. Angelus's healer had applied the healing salve to my back always used after a whipping which had numbed the pain and I knew from experience that my back would be healed within a few days. One of the benefits, I suppose, of living in a society that took punishment so seriously.

"Are you sure I can't take Xander off your hands for you, Spike?" Angelus asked as he saw us to the door. "He's an embarrassment to you, surely?"

"Keep yer mitts to yerself," Spike replied. "He's mine, and he's staying mine." Spike patted my head as I crawled along beside him on my hands and knees. After my discraceful behaviour I would be on all fours for awhile. Despite this, my heart swelled in my chest. My master had forgiven me, I could tell.

Angelus laughed and slapped Spike on the back. "Anytime you change your mind just say the word," he said, leering down at me. I moved closer to my Master's knee. I had heard rumours of Angelus that chilled my blood. Spike laughed as we waited for our limo to be brought round. "Never happen, pet" he said and ruffled my hair, urging me forward into the back seat of the large vehicle.

I sat on my knees on the floor at Spike's feet as we were driven home, my head resting on his thigh. He was hard again, I could feel his hard length pressing into my cheek and I turned my head to mouth at it gently. The AI hadn't worn off yet, and wouldn't for hours yet, I knew.

"Ah, yes" he murmured. "Yer a good pet aren't ya?" He rested his hand against my cheek lightly. "Mebe I should let you cum when we get home, yeah?" My cock twitched but I knew better than to put any faith in that promise. But I knew my Master would be fucking me blind before I got to sleep tonight, and maybe...just maybe...

The End

Continued here

Another nomination!

2008-09-23T02:58:59Z

Something Differenthas been nominated for Best Naughty (NC17Only) at the Running With Scissors awards! I am so chuffed!

I've had severe writer's block lately so this is a wonderful boost.

Thank you so much to whoever nominated me!

OMG! I won something!

2008-08-23T05:00:43Z

Look at the pretty!!

Something Different won the Rabid Plot Bunny award at Running with Scissors
Bloody Hell! I'm kind of speechless here. Wow.

fic, spander, Something Different 1/1

2008-06-05T06:31:53Z

Best Naughty (NC17Only)

I found a reference to this practice while reading Perverted Pages' fantastic story Puppy Love on Spanderfiles and this plot bunny dropped straight into my lap.

Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.
Summary: Spike decides to try something different.
Title: Something Different 1/1

"Oh no, pet," Spike rebuked in a voice husky with lust. "No tensing those lovely cheeks together when I'm spanking yer ass." He gave my reddened ass a sharp slap and then rolled me off his lap before standing up. "Got something in the kitchen that'll stop that," he said as he stalked out of the lounge."We're gonna try something a bit different tonight."

I watched him walk into the kitchen and wondered why he was searching the fruit bowl.

"Come 'ere, Xan, watch and learn," he called, walking over to the sink. "No, don't put yer trousers back on, we won't be long, you can keep that arse ready for a good thrashing when we're done 'ere."

Curious, I joined him in the kitchen. I knew it annoyed him when I tensed my ass when he was spanking me, but spanking hurt, damnit, and making my ass rock hard saved me some pain. I was pretty sure whatever he was planning wouldn't stop me.

He was peeling a vegetable under the running tap water and grinning like a loon. I didn't recognize it. "So what's that?" I asked.

"Raw ginger," he replied, turning off the tap and bringing the peeled stem over to the kitchen table. It was about five inches long and not very thick. I couldn't imagine how Spike intended to use it.

"So what're you going to do? Shove it up my ass?" I asked sarcasticly.

His smile widened. "Exactly, pet. That's exactly what I'm going to do."

He began to chuckle as he carefully carved a channel near one end. It looked like he was carving a slim butt plug. When he was satisfied he went back to the sink and ran the water over it again. "Right, pet, bend over the table now and we'll just slip this inside."

He had to be kidding. It was so small, what did he think it would do to me? This was supposed to stop me clenching? I'd need to clench to feel the bloody thing. Obediently I positioned myself and allowed him to slowly slide the wet piece of ginger into my ass as far as the groove he'd carved. My ass clamped tight around the groove, effectivly holding it in place. I couldn't feel a thing. "So that's it?" I asked, puzzled by his increasing merriment.

He didn't reply, just indicated that I should follow him back to the couch and reposition myself over his lap.

Once he had me resting firmly against his hard cock he gave my ass cheeks a bit of a slap and then grabbing one in each hand, pushed them together firmly and held them in place. Nothing happened for a few moments, and I was wondering what he was expecting, when ...oh...

Oh shit, that felt odd. I could feel a bit of warmth growing. And growing. It was iritating. I wiggled a bit. Damnit, it was burning! Like hot chili peppers! I wriggled more to ease the sensation which earned me a sharp slap.

"Now pet, let's get on with that spanking I promised you." Spike had released my cheeks which gave me a moment's relief from the burning, but then it seemed to increase again. I couldn't stop myself squirming from the growing discomfort.

Spike held me firmly in place with one strong hand as he brought his other down sharply on my cheeks and I automatically clenched my ass in response. "Fuck!" I screamed. My ass was on fire! God that burned! Spike continued to spank my ass, as I wriggled in torment, every now and then clenching my ass in self defense, only to get a worse jolt from the bloody ginger which was truely getting too hot to bear. God it hurt so good!

I was thrusting my erection into Spike's thigh, it was rock hard from the spanking and the burn, and I could feel his erection pressing against my hip. The heat from the ginger seemed to be increasing all the time, and I was desperately trying to keep my ass loose, to not press my sensitive channel against the devil's butt plug inside me but it was impossible. I could tell Spike was getting off from the spanking, his hits always got faster and harder as he neared the edge. I was grateful he wasn't using the paddle this evening.

I knew my ass would be a bright firey red by now. I was intimately aquainted with the degrees of reddening Spike could produce. I was frotting desperately against his thigh, so close I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. The pain was incredible. Spike suddenly stopped spanking me and grabbed my ass cheeks again, pressing them together tightly and I screamed and came, and came, and came. On the edge of my awareness I knew Spike was also spurting cum over us both.

I lay collapsed over his lap while I waited to recover from such an intense orgasm. He was rubbing circles gently on my tender ass. The burning from the ginger seemed to have stopped now. "What the fuck was that?" I finally managed to ask him.

"Figging, luv," he answered.

"Figging?"

"Yeah, something we used to do back in the day. Bit old fashioned now, I suppose."

I gave it a moment's thought. "Can we do it again sometime?"

The End

Information About Figging

fic, spander, Educating Xander sequel

2008-05-31T05:25:42Z

Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.
Sequel to Educating Xander

Unbeta'd, so feel free to point out typos.

Title: Learning to Stay

Xander
A shudder runs down my body as I kneel beside my master. My knees are hurting bad, but "Sit there, pet, an' don't move," Spike told me as he sat down, and that's exactly what I'm trying to do.

I so need a drink, but Spike's forbidden it. Says he doesn't want a pet with addictions. Says he won't take second place to anything. The morning after he brought me home I had a shot of whiskey to take away the morning shakes while he was out fetching his things from the crypt.

When he got back he threw the glass across the room and thrashed me with a bloody bull whip! Fuck! A bull whip! I blacked out from the pain, and when I came to he was balls deep in my ass, and licking the blood from my back.

I haven't had a drink since. Seems it's okay for him to live on JD and smokes but his pet has to be pure.

Spike
I can feel my pet shuddering and figure he's got to be in severe pain by now, kneeling so long like that. Want to see how long he can go before he has to move. He's a stuborn one, though, so it could take a while. But learning to Stay is an important lesson, before we move on to the harder stuff. I finish my whiskey and can almost taste the longing coming from him as he watches me swallow. The boy was sliding down into alcholism, would think his friends would have noticed, what with his family weakness an' all, but the gits are too caught up in their own lives to notice how close to the edge he'd come.

Nipped that right in the bud, I did. Not having him craving anything but me. Found him tossing down whiskey for breakfast that first morning. Bloody hell! Well, it gave me a chance to introduce him to my toys. I'd just come back from the crypt and had my arms full of floggers and such like so the timing was right.

I might have lost it a little bit, but I've never been one for sparing the rod, if yer know what I mean, and I made it up to him afterwards. Fucked him through the floor and let 'im cum, which I hadn't intended to that first day. Let him cum, I mean. I'll fuck my pet any time I want. The image that thought brings to my mind is makin' me hard, but training up my new pet is more important at the moment, so I'll have to hold off. Told 'im to sit still, and that's what he's going to do, until I tell 'im otherwise. Pet's gotta learn to Stay. I call the barman over and order another bottle. Looks like we could be here for a little longer yet.

Xander
I'm in real pain now, but Spike seems to have forgotten me. He's laughing with a vampire ho who sat down at our table earlier, and he's got an arm draped around her shoulders. I'm not jealous, I'm not! I just wish we could leave. I don't think I'm going to be able to stand up when he tells me I can. Shit! Will that earn me punishment? My cock gives a throb at that thought. God, I'm a sick fuck. He seems a bit drunk and his whole attention is focused on that stupid cow, so I risk moving my legs a fraction, wriggling my feet and... fuck! His hand shoots out and his fingers grip my shoulder like steel bands.

Spike
My pet needs to learn to do as he's told, and I know I 'ave to make the sacrifice and invest time in 'is training, but this stupid bitch is boring me to a final death. It's almost a relief when my pet moves. "Told yer to stay still, pet" I say to 'im, squeezing 'is shoulder a little to get 'is attention.

Xander
I hang my head down to hide my smile. So Spike was keeping tabs on me all the time. My knees are killing me, but I have to admit I love being the focus of such concentrated attention. I straighten up and resolve to endure this.

Spike
My cock hardens as I watch him straighten up and become immobile again. Such an obedient pet deserves a reward. Shame we're in the middle of a trainin' session. If not for that I'd allow 'im to get off 'is knees and sit 'imself under the table where 'e could 'ave a little taste of master's cock while the circulation returns to 'is legs. But first things first. He'll have to forgo that little treat until after he's properly trained up. I signal the waiter to bring me another bottle of JD. I'm starting to feel a nice buzz.

Xander
The pain in my knees has spread to my thighs, and there's a sharp pain between my shoulder blades. I don't know how much longer I can do this. I've always been restless, never good at staying in one spot, so this is torture. The vampire ho has gone, but she's been replaced by a tentacle demon who keeps staring at me. I don't like the expression on his face. Spike is deep in conversation with him, he's been hitting the whiskey pretty hard but I don't risk moving. Surely he'll end this soon and take me home? What's he waiting for? Me to fall on my face? Shit..what was that? Fuck, that demon has slipped a tentacle under the table and is using it to rub my dick. I'm not going to be able to hold still if he doesn't stop.

Spike
I see Dvernish can't keep his tentacles to himself as usual. This is going to be fun. How long can my pet hold out? Of course as soon as he breaks I'll have to take him home to be disciplined. He has to learn he's not allowed to make me lose face in public. I can hear his heart speed up and he's breathing a bit faster, Dvernish can do amazing things with those tentacles.

Xander
Oh fuck, that feels amazing! If he keeps doing that I'm going to cum, cock ring or no cock ring. Fuck, gotta keep still....gotta keep still. Spike's gonna thrash me if I move again but I can't help it. Wonder which whip he'll use? Oh fuck, why did I think of that? That did it, oh shit!

Spike
I can't believe the boy managed to cum while he had that cock and ball ring on. Buffy only managed to get me to explode once while I was wearing it, after hours of torment, and Christ, it'd hurt so good. I wonder what pushed him over his limit? Well, the boy's in for a proper thrashing for making me lose face like this. I can't be takin' a poorly trained pet about with me, and putting up with gropes from various demons while we're out is only a small part of what he'll have to learn to put up with.

Xander
"Stand up and give yer knees a rub," Spike orders, and I fumble to obey. "Yer let me down badly pet, gonna hafta get yer home now and teach yer to obey yer master." His words might say one thing but his eyes are saying another. Spike's looking at me like I'm the last bag of blood at the blood bank. I know he's going to get off on this. I'm limping a bit as he hustles me out of the bar and towards his waiting car. Looks like I'll be finding out which whip he prefers when he's had a few drinks in him. I can feel my cock making a recovery. The thought of a drunken demon with a whip shouldn't make me hard, but it does, it seems, if the drunken demon holding the whip is Spike.

Spike
I drag my pet into the car as fast as I can, considering I'm almost as unsteady on my legs as he is. Maybe I shouldn't have 'ad that last drink. No matter. Got my duty to do. Boy's gotta learn that when his master tells him to Stay, he has to obey and not move all over the place. And not cum. Definately not cum. He's only allowed to cum when master says. And then only after master cums. But he's not gonna be allowed to cum tonight. Pet, that is. Master's gonna be cumming real soon. Oh yeah.

Xander
We get home in record time and Spike's hauling my ass through the front door. Guess I'm in for my punishment now. I'm still hard inside my cock ring. The dry orgasm I had back at the bar hurt like fuck but hasn't dimmed my cock's enthusiasm at all.

"Pick one," Spike says, and I see he's pointing to the rack he had me build to hold his collection of whips.

Oh bugger, this is a first. Which one am I supposed to choose? Is this another test? They all look like they'll hurt like fuck, all good quality leather, none of them are toys. So far Spike has only used the bull whip and the riding crop, and I so don't want either of those again. My cock is trying to make a liar of me but I ignore it. I don't want this decision.

Spike
I lean back against the wall as I watch my pet try to choose. Angelus used to play with me like this when I was a new fledge. He loved mind-fuck games. There's nothing more stimulating than being beaten by a whip of your own choosing. Each lash making you wish you could have your choice over again, to choose differently. My cock is trying to push it's way past the buttons on my fly by now and I give myself a quick adjustment. "C'mon, pet, choose one and bring it 'ere."

Xander
Shit, shit, shit. Which one? He's getting impatient, I have to pick one. I reach for one that's twice as long as the riding crop he used the other day but the leather looks softer, when I notice the small piece of metal worked into its flexible end. Fuck! What kind of sick fuck would attach a piece of metal to a whip? My cock is getting so hard its hurting. I lower my hand and turn back to the others. Bugger! How do I choose? I realize suddenly that as these whips are Spike's, there won't be a soft option among them. Shit! I choose one with a nice blue trim that matches his eyes and hold it out to him. It's embarressing how hard I am.

"That's a good pet," I encourage him as he holds his choice out for me to inspect. He's chosen one of my favorites, but then, to be honest, they all are. I know I'm in for a good time, but this isn't all about me. I'm doing this for my pet. The Queen's got royal Guards outside her palace in London, stand still for hours, they do, not movin' and nothing can distract 'em. Bloody brilliant they are, so if they can do it, so can my pet.

I'm running my hand over the smooth leather of the whip, enjoying the feel of it in my hand, and the weight of it as I shake it out.

I can't afford to lose control tonight, I want my pet consious when I fuck 'im, so he knows who he belongs to. Just need to make him realize he did wrong. I figure just five lashes will do it. Can always flog him unconsious if he fucks up another time. "You know why I have to do this?" I ask him.

"I'm sorry, master, I really tried to stay still," he replies

"Tryin's not good enough, pet," I point out. "Next time I expect better." I nod towards the wall and he gives up trying to make excuses for his bad behaviour and places himself in the shackles.

Xander
I remove my shirt and slip my wrists through the cuffs Spike has fixed to the wall near the whip rack. They're purposly too high so that I have to stretch up on tiptoe when I'm in position. My cock is painfully hard and I wonder again why this is such a turn on. I think part of it is I know I have Spike's complete attention. Nothing is more important to him at this moment than me, and that's an enormous turn on. I need this.

Spike
I can't take my eyes off my pet. He looks so beautiful standing stretched up on his toes, arms spread above his head, pale back waiting for my mark, it almost makes me cum on the spot. There are faint traces of his previous beating to be seen, making my cock throb. Lifting the whip and bringing it as far back over my shoulder as I can, I release it swishing through the air and down across my pet's back in a beautiful arc. His scream is like music. I have to stop for a moment or I won't be able to hold my demon back. I gaze at the stripe of red decorating his back from his shoulder down to his waist and reach blindly for my cock.

Pulling my erection free I give myself a few rough pumps with my free hand while I use the other to crack the whip across my pet's back a second time. His scream fills the room and I nearly cum. I don't know if I can hold out for the three more lashes he needs. Squeezing my cock tightly at the base allows me to finish up without cumming, but it's a close thing, and I'm panting as I lower the whip after the last lash. Glancing at it I notice a bit of blood near the tip. Oh, well, there's a job for my pet tomorrow. I'm very particular about keeping my whips clean and well oiled.

Xander
I can feel Spike at my back, releasing me from the cuffs and lowering me to the floor. I don't understand why he's stopped. I was just getting into the zone. I feel his hard cock pressing into my ass and realize what's next. Christ, I hope he's not too drunk and horny to remember the lube. I can feel his cool tongue on my back, licking up the blood his whipping has caused, and it feels so good.

Spike
His blood tastes sweet and I have to hold my demon back. I'm fumbling to get my jeans down and my cock and balls free when I remember lube. Fuck! Know I have some somewhere. Ah...yes! Back pocket. Like to have it handy, you never know when you might need it.

Xander
I can feel Spike's finger slide into my ass and thank fuck, it's slippery with lube. He's not feeling very patient and hasn't stretched me much before I feel the huge head of his prick start to push its way into me. I take a breath and bear down to try to ease its passage. It hurts like fuck but compared to what he's just been doing this is nothing.

My cock is purple with need but Spike's made no move to remove the cock ring.

Spike
My pet is so warm under me and I can't wait to get inside him. I've had a bit too much JD to be patient, and I'm pushing into his tight ass with hardly any preparation. I feel him tear a little and then I'm in. Fuck, he's tight! I'm moving inside him, nice hard strokes, getting close and he's whimpering a bit and finally I hear him say "I need to cum, master, please let me cum."

Well, no, it wouldn't be punishment would it, if he got to cum? That would be rewarding bad behaviour, and he needs to learn to obey his master. This is part of his training. He needs to learn that only good pets get to cum.

I ignore the whimpers and start to thrust hard into his slick hole. I know I'm not going to last long, he's had me worked up all night. I should punish him for that.

Xander
I feel Spike's cock pulsing as he cums inside me and a wave of contentment fills me, that I was the cause of that. I enjoy the weight of him on my back as he collapses in completion. I slide my hand down to my tortured cock but my wrist is grasped in a tight ring of steel before I can snap the release on the cock ring. "Oh no, pet," he chuckles. "You were a bad pet tonight, and bad pets don't get to cum." Sweeping me up effortlessly he carries me over to the bed and drops me on the mattress.

"Restraints, pet," he says, and I spread my arms obediently. Once he has me secured in a loose hold by the padded cuffs he releases the cock ring and wraps himself around me. My cock throbs for attention but I can't reach it.

"Please master, I really need to cum. My balls hurt so bad," I beg him.

"No, pet," he says firmly. "Yer need to learn to do as yer told, and maybe this'll learn yer."

Spike
Wrapping myself around my warm pet I allow myself to drift towards sleep. I know I have to be firm. My pet has learned a valuable lesson tonight. I know he's going to be a very good pet when he's trained up and learns to pass through the pain threshold. I'm actually amazed at how long he held out tonight. I've got a winner here. Never letting this one go.

Xander
My balls are aching but I've never felt so good. Gotta try harder at that kneeling thing. I don't know what I'd do if he told me to leave. I don't ever want him to let me go.

The End

Fic: Spander, Pet!Xander

2008-05-27T11:09:56Z

Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.
Summery: Spike wants Xander to become his willing pet, now that the chip has stopped working.
Thanks to

laazikaat for the beta

Title: Educating Xander

The meeting was in full swing when the whelp finaly arrived and I could see he'd been drinking again. He thought nobody knew, and it's true his so called friends never took their heads out of their own arses long enough to notice what was happening to the whelp these days, but demon here, and the boy was a real demon magnet, especially when he trod the dark side a bit like he'd been doing lately, and I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I couldn't understand why his friends hadn't seen the change in the boy. Didn't take demon senses to to pick up the odor of cum that clung to him as he took a seat next to me. Boy'd been smelling like heaven since he'd lost his last minimum wage job a couple of months ago and found a whole new way to make a living at the local gay bar. And it wasn't just serving drinks that was paying the rent on that fancy new apartment the boy had moved into, no matter what his friends believed.

I had to fight my demon down as the remains of what smelt like the cum of three men mixed with stale whiskey and the whelp's own musky male smell wafted around me. I was instantly hard. Didn't help that I could detect traces of blood in the mix too. So he's into a bit of pain with his pleasure? I made a surreptitious adjustment as my jeans became painfully tight. Well, plenty of ways I could help him with that, now the chip had stopped working. My cock twitched as a few images came to mind. I'd been free for nearly a week now but I'd bided my time, waiting for the right moment to claim my new pet.

~*~*~*~*~

Spike's looking at me strangely again. No, he's looking past me at Buffy. Of course. Why would anyone as sexy as Spike even notice a loser like me? I might not be very bright, like Willow, but I'm not blind, and he's a walking sex god. God, what I'd give to have him obsess over me like he obsesses over her.

I try not to wince as I sit down beside him, not that I need to made the effort, no one seems to notice that I'm walking with a bit of a limp. The third John tonight had been a bit rougher than usual but a whiskey chaser had helped numb the pain. I'd been cutting a bit deep this week too, trying to take away the emotional pain with physical, and the cuts were only half healed and still hurting. I think the rough sex had started them bleeding again.

Spike's shifting restlessly beside me. I could almost think he's grown uncomfortable in his pants, but if he has, it's not over me. He doesn't know I exist, so devoted to Buffy that he is, not that it gets him anywhere, poor bastard. Bet his hand gets a workout as often as mine does. At the thought of Spike wrapping his long fingers around his hard shaft my own jeans become painfully tight and I realise I have no idea what Giles is talking about.

~*~*~*~*~

Giles is droning on but all I can concentrate on is the boy shifting and squirming beside me like he's got ants in his trousers. Oh...that smell...he's got something tucked away in those baggy britches but it's not ants. My demon's trying to break loose again and claim the boy, and I have to concentrate hard on not just taking him right there in front of them all. Gonna have to punish him for this a bit when I do finally claim him. Got a nice leather flogger in mind to start off his training, nice and gentle like, but if he keeps this up he'll be feeling the bull whip before he's much older. Fuck, that thought's got my cock trying to push its way through my zipper. Damn, but I can't take much more of this. Gonna have to take the boy tonight. His friends probably wont notice he's gone missing anyway, not 'til they need someone to do a doughnut run.

~*~*~*~*~

Great, meeting's over and I don't have a clue what it was about, or what demon de jeur we're supposed to be looking for. The only demon I give a damn about is getting to his feet now beside me.

"C'mon, whelp, I'll walk you home."

He's offering to walk me home again. Doesn't mean anything. Only does it to get in Buffy's good books. Beginning to wish I hadn't hit the whiskey so hard earlier this evening. The booze combined with all the blood in my body heading south is making my head swim a bit.

~*~*~*~*~

Whelp's not too steady on his feet. I reach out to steady him and he nearly falls into my arms. Shit, how much did he have to drink before he came here? And have his so called friends even noticed he's developing a drinking problem?

~*~*~*~*~

Luckily no one's looking our way as I cling to Spike for balance. He feels rock solid under my hand and I hold him a little longer than I should. He's looking at me strangely, maybe a bit concerned? Nuh, probably just weirded out and waiting for me to start walking. I can do walking. Still a bit sore, but I don't think there's anything seriously wrong, and I'm almost sure the bleeding has stopped. Nobody's watching as we leave the house together. My friends never notice me any more. Spike sets a brisk pace that I'm having a bit of trouble keeping up with. Guess he just wants to get this irritating duty over and done with. At this lowering thought my cock shrivels.

~*~*~*~*~

I can taste the misery pouring off the boy and it's ambrosia to my demon. My steps speed up, I can hardly wait to get my new pet indoors, away from prying eyes. My cock is painfully hard and making it hard for me to walk, something else he will have to be suitably punished for. Of course I know there wont be a collection of whips in the boy's apartment, more's the pity, but I don't wear this heavy leather belt around my waist just to keep my jeans up. Dwelling on this pleasant thought is not helping my raging hard on, so I try to concentrate on just walking.

~*~*~*~*~

My apartment building comes into sight and Spike speeds up. Looks like he can't wait to dump me at my door and be gone.

~*~*~*~*~

At bloody last! I thought we'd never get here. The whelp stops at the entrance but I've been here before and need no invitation, so I push him on ahead of me and follow him into the lobby. Thank fucking Christ we made it. I couldn't have held out much longer. Grabbing hold of his hand I haul him up the stairs to his front door.

~*~*~*~*~

What the fuck? I can't believe Spike's dragging me to my front door. I don't get it. Is there some demon following us I don't know about? Only demon I can see is the one snarling in my face.

"C'mon, Harris, get the bloody door open before we freeze our arses off out 'ere!"

~*~*~*~*~

The whelps barely got the door unlocked when I've pushed him though, slammed it behind us and plastered myself against his lovely hot body. He's putting up a token resistance but his mouth has opened under mine and I've taken control of the situation. He tastes divine, just like I knew he would. I shift my hips a bit, lining my cock up with the hardness I can feel growing and thrust against him.

~*~*~*~*~

Oh fuck! Spike's wrapped around me and I must be dreaming. My cock doesn't care if it's a dream, it's just very happy at the attention. My head is spinning and if he lets go of me I'm going to fall. It just feels so good and I can't believe Spike is really doing this. Now he's licking and nibbling at my neck and I never knew doing that could feel so erotic. My hips are thrusting back against his body when I suddenly feel his face change and his fangs sink into my flesh.

~*~*~*~*~

That's my boy, struggle all you want, pet. You'll soon realise it's pointless. My pet's blood tastes so sweet, I have a hard time stopping the demon from just draining him dry. But I don't want that, I just want him quieted a bit, docile enough to relax and learn his new status. Gradually his struggles slow, and I know it's safe to release him down onto the couch.

Going to educate my pet, but first I need to mark him to keep the demon satisfied and under control. Tearing his shirt off, revealing a nicely defined torso, I release the buttons on my levi's and allow my erection to spring free. His eyes go huge as he watches me wrap my fist around my cock and start to jack off. I know it wont take long, I'm so close already from the torment he's put me through tonight, the torment he's going to be paying for soon.

The picture my mind presents, Xander on his knees, arms spread and tied above his head, as I mark his back with another lash of my favorite crop sends me shooting cum all over him. The look on his face as my cum splashes onto his bare chest and face is priceless.

~*~*~*~*~

I can't believe this is happening. Spike's face as he jacks off, staring at me with such concentration will fuel my own personal time with my hand for years to come. No one's ever looked at me like that, like they wanted to consume me. I've never been the focus of such intensity before, and now as he starts to cum, his head tilting back with a look of pure ecstasy on his face I can't help reaching for my own cock.

Shit! Spike's free hand has shot out and taken my wrist in a grip of steel. He's still spurting cum over me and my balls are aching from the need to cum.

"No, pet, not without my permission," he says. "You gotta earn the right to cum."

I've never heard him sound so dominant, and it's having a strong effect on my cock. It's trying to stand up and beg. Spike smiles in an evil kind of way and pulls something out of his pocket.

~*~*~*~*~

My pet's panting slightly and looking like he's going to burst any minute. Can't have that. I suddenly remember I've got something in my coat pocket that might help with his problem. Yes! I bring out the cock and ball ring Buffy used to make me wear too often and before the boy realises what's happening I attach it firmly to his cock.

Lovely! His cock looks painful, all hard with precome oozing from it's purpling head. I know exactly how it feels, Buffy used to torture me with it for days at a time. Perfect!

"Well, pet, I'm guessing you realize the chip's not workin'?" He looks a bit fearful but thanks to the cockring his erection doesn't falter. "Now I know I always said I'd be giving you lot a painful death when I lost the chip, but I find I've changed my mind about that." My pet is losing the fearful look now and it's being replaced with a look of curiosity. "See what I'd rather have is a willing pet."

~*~*~*~*~

A pet!! What the fuck? I didn't think it was possible to get more turned on but I was so wrong. A pet. His pet. Me? He wants me? He's watching me with a smirk on his face, like he already knows what my answer is.

"A pet," I croak. "You want me as a pet? And you won't kill my friends?"

"That's right, pet," he agrees. "'course there are rules an' all fer ya to follow, but that's the deal."

"Rules," I repeat blankly.

"Tha's right, pet. Rules that come with punishment if ya break 'em, but there's also rewards if ya do well." He reaches over and squeezes my cock gently. "But ya have to earn ya rewards."

His look promises a world of pleasure and pain and it's all I can do not to throw myself onto his chest. I'm guessing I won't need to cut myself any more with Spike ready and willing to deal out punishment for breaking the rules.

"Well, as long as you promise not to kill anyone," I respond, but I know I'm not fooling him. For what he's offering I'd put up with him eating half the population of Sunnyhell. I'd feel guilty as hell, but there is no way I can refuse his offer.

"I'm not a fledge, I've got control, pet, an' I'll only hunt in the seedier part of town, thin the criminal population, so to speak. Most of the time I should be able to leave 'em only half drained." He leans back and his eyes become heated as they slide over my body. "Think it's time for my new pet to earn a reward," he says, running a hand over his fully recovered large erection.

I gaze at his perfect cock, hard as a rock again, with a bubble of precum at the bulbous head. I lick my lips and lean forward until I can swipe a long lick with my tongue up the shaft. He reaches towards me and takes hold of my hair, just holding on. I've been doing this for money for months now, and I know I'm bloody good. My new master is in for a treat.

~*~*~*~*~

Fuck! I can't believe what my pet can do with his mouth. And his tongue. And oh christ! his teeth. Fucking hell, I'm gonna shoot my load again. I pull my pet's head off my cock just in time and swoop down on his mouth in a kiss designed to show him who's in charge. I also wrap my fist around his abused cock and begin to jack it off.

With the cock ring still in place he's not going anywhere, and he starts to beg so nicely."Please, Spike, need to cum, please Spike." I know his pain, I've been there so often myself when Buffy would refuse to let me cum, but I know my pet's only human and can't take as much as that bitch dealt me.

Well, looks like it's time for Lesson 1. "Ask properly pet," I say, but he's pretty far gone what with the things my hands are doing to his cock and balls.

"Need to cum so bad, please Spike."

Twisting the fat mushroom head a little to get his attention I repeat, "Ask me properly, pet."

His eyes meet mine as he struggles to understand what I mean. Finally I see comprehension in his face. "Master, please, I need to cum so bad, please Master, let me cum."

The thrill of hearing him call me master shoots straight to my cock and I push his face down to my cock again. As his warm mouth takes me in I reach under and release the cock ring, and then pump him hard and fast. I'm coming so hard I'm seeing stars, and as my vision whites out I feel his cock pulsing in my hand. Looks like Lesson 1 has been learned fully. It's okay, though, I've got a whole lot more lessons for my pet to learn. And tomorrow I'll fetch my whips from the crypt. I'm sure my pet's gonna need a firm hand at times, and I've never believed in sparing the rod. I feel my cock twitch in anticipation.

~*~*~*~*~

I can't remember ever coming so hard. I still can't believe this glorious creature wants me. I'm trying to absorb it but it seems unreal. I hope he won't be squicked when he finds out I need a bit of pain sometimes. I know it's sick and wrong and bad, but I can't help it, and hopefully he won't be totally turned off.

The End

spander fic

2008-03-11T09:57:57Z

Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.

Alexander

Alexander stifled a yawn as the last of Angelo's stock, the golden haired Elisabeth, finished her dance and sank down to the floor in front of him, her forehead to the ground.

Alexander despised Angelo, but had to admit that Antioch's most celebrated slave merchant had the best stock, his slaves were always totally broken-in, submissive and docile. None of that rebellion nonsense that had broken out in Rome not so long ago from any slaves from Angelo's house, they had that nonsense completely beaten out of them early on in their training.

He let his eyes rest on the prostrate Elisabeth. She was a beauty, he could see that, he had eyes, after all, but her perfect body and golden hair affected him only as a beautiful work of art would.

Alexander needed a new slave for his bed. Badly. The previous holder of that position could be seen in the courtyard through the open window, hanging from his shackles as he awaited punishment.

Angelo's arrival had interrupted the slave's discipline, Alexander could see his slave-master Tomas waiting patiently, whip in hand, for Alexander's signal to begin.

The young boy had choked and gagged on Alexander's cock, and had been removed, retching, from his bed the night before. Alexander had no patience with poorly-trained bed slaves, especially when they left him hard and wanting. A substitute slave had hastily been provided and Alexander had been able to satisfy his needs, but the slave boy was going to receive thirty lashes with the whip today, and then spend some time with a large fake cock down his throat.

Tomas had promised to train the boy to take cock properly before sending him to his bed again.

Alexander felt his cock begin to harden as he contemplated the punishment waiting on his order to start. Tomas was an artist with the whip. Turning back to Angelo impatiently, he said, "Is that all you have to offer today?"

"I'm sorry, master," Angelo replied. "You've seen all my trained stock, there is only one newly arrived slave left, but he's unbroken and not fit yet to be displayed."

"Nothing I've seen so far appeals," Alexander complained. "Can't you bring the new one in anyway?"

Angelo turned to his stock-master and signaled to the man to comply. "William's a barbarian from the land of the Gauls, and completely wild. You'll have a hard time breaking this one in, if that's what you're intending. Better to leave it to me to tame him."

A scuffling from the doorway signaled the return of the stock-master and one of his stable-hands, struggling to bring the slave through the doorway. Alexander saw a flash of startlingly blue eyes and wild long hair flying as the slave fought with his captors.

He was naked as all slaves offered for private sale were, and Alexander felt himself grow hard as he looked on the perfectly formed body struggling in front of him.

He moistened lips that were suddenly dry, and said "I'll take him, how much do you want for him?"

~*~*~*~*~

Each lash of the whip sent an extra pulse of blood to Alexander's cock. The bed slave's punishment had begun once negotiations had been settled for the purchase of the new barbarian slave, William.

Angelo had gathered his unsold stock slaves and departed, after trying to organize training sessions for the new slave, but Alexander knew his own slave master Tomas had very sure methods.

William knelt now between two burly guards, his hands and ankles bound, watching the whipping with avid interest and his cock, Alexander noted, was hard and leaking.

The young bed slave screamed as another lash cut into his back. How many was that? Alexander had lost count, his attention distracted by the sight in front of him. Alexander's eyes narrowed as they rested on the slave's straining cock. William was getting off on watching the bed slave being disciplined, and Alexander's cock was aching between his thighs.

He needed this one tamed quickly, he wanted him in his bed, that perfect pink mouth stretched around his cock, or lying spreadeagled while his master pounded into him.

Abruptly he came to a decision. He would have the slave today, before his training began. "Take William to the slave's quarters," he commanded the two guards. A despairing howl followed another crack of the whip as the bed-slave's punishment continued outside. As soon as Tomas was free, Alexander would bring him to the new slave. He was determined to enjoy William today, before he vanished for the weeks Tomas would need to condition him

~*~*~*~*~

William glared furiously at Xander over his gag. He lay securely bound to the bed, hands and feet spread to each corner, displaying the fine lines of his back and buttocks to Alexander's eyes.

Tomas removed the large fake cock from William's oiled hole and reached for the next larger one in the series of fake cocks that he'd been using to prepare the slave's channel for his master.

"Leave us," Alexander ordered, losing patience and waving the slave master from the room. The man had worked increasingly larger fake cocks into the slave's ass, but enough was enough! He was so hard he was hurting, and knew he wouldn't last long, but preparing William had taken longer than expected, as they had found with amazement that the barbarian was a virgin.

The screams he had given when the first small fake cock had been inserted into his ass had compelled Alexander to gag him, and the remaining increasingly larger dildos had been inserted one after the other in raging silence.

"Oh fuck, you're beautiful," Alexander breathed as he positioned himself above William, his hard cock prodding at the oiled entrance. "This is gonna hurt you a bit, none of those fakes is as big as I am, so it's gonna be a tight fit, but I couldn't wait any longer."

William bucked in his restraints, which only made Alexander harder. He pushed inside William's tight virgin hole, breaking through the resistance from the ring of muscle at the entrance and gasping at the tightness around his cock as he sank deeper inside.

Finally he was seated balls deep in William's ass, just a breath away from coming. He took a deep breath to steady himself, feeling Williams ass spasming around his cock as it tried to adjust to the enormous intrusion.

He pulled out a bit and then thrust back in hard, he wasn't going to last, it was too tight, too intense, he gave another couple of hard thrusts and felt his balls drawing up tightly.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!...I'm coming! I don't believe this! Oh Fuck, so tight!" Alexander screamed as his orgasm overtook him and he shot pulse after pulse into his slave's ass, finally dropping onto William's back, replete for the first time in months.

~*~*~*~*~

William realized he must have dozed off again, as he opened his eyes and blearily took in his surroundings. He had lost track of time in this room with no windows. He thought it might have been weeks. They told him he was being 'conditioned' for his new master.

On the first day they had left him alone. He sat in the dimly lit room for almost a full day, without food or water. His mouth became drier as he waited, wishing someone, anyone would enter his cell and break the monotony. Finally he heard a noise from above, and looking up saw a small bucket being lowered through a trapdoor in the ceiling.

When it reached the ground he saw it contained water. Scooping the water into his hands he quenched his thirst, only to realise that now he was even hungrier. Hopefully he waited to see if another bucket, this time bearing food would be lowered, but time dragged on, and the silence continued. Finally he tried to sleep, but hunger kept him wakeful, and he only managed to doze fitfully.

The next few days were a repeat of the first, just isolation and starvation. When he finally heard footsteps approaching his cell on the fifth day his heart leapt. He could smell roasted meat, and his mouth began to water in anticipation.

When the cell door opened he saw Tomas standing behind a large guard. The guard was holding a plate of roasted meats which he set down on the small table just inside the door, before moving to stand beside William.

The slave master stepped forward and William saw he was holding a small oiled fake cock. "I will insert this into your hole, and then you may eat," Tomas informed him.

The smell of the meat was beating at William's defences, he wanted to tell them to fuck off, but his stomach was screaming at him.

He sank down onto his hands and knees, head hanging down in defeat. Tomas pushed the fake cock in as deeply as it would go, securing it with strips of leather attached to it's base.

"You may eat now," the slave master said, and retreated to the door.

~*~*~*~*~

Three more days of isolation and starvation went by, and then the smell of roasted meats once again assailed his nostrils.

William got down on his hands and knees immediately, his heart beating wildly. This time the fake cock was larger, and it hurt going in, even though Tomas prepared him first with the smaller one.

William was past caring as he tore into the food on the platter.

~*~*~*~*~

For the last week the pace had changed, they were training him around the clock, with only short breaks that allowed him to get some sleep before the training started up again.

Every few hours the slave master or one of his assistants would insert a fake cock into either his ass or his mouth, sometimes both together. The cocks came in different sizes, and he was left with them for varying amounts of time.

The cocks for his mouth were inserted straight down his throat and held there until he turned blue in the face from lack of oxygen, then removed for just long enough for him to suck in some air before being jammed down again.

Sometimes Tomas would stimulate him first, squeezing his cock with oily hands, arousing him before using the fake cocks on him. He was only allowed to eat while he had a fake cock up his ass, and the cocks were getting bigger, and were being left in longer. Yesterday they had made him swallow a monster of a cock, hurt his throat it was so thick, but they seemed pleased with him and said he was almost ready for the master.

~*~*~*~*~

Alexander came in a rush, deep in the bed slave's throat. The boy was much improved after his taste of the whip, Alexander thought, pleased with the improvement. The boy had taken his cock well today, without gagging or choking, and had allowed his mouth to be used as he should.

The new training technique the slave master had introduced had helped of course, but Alexander firmly believed that nothing really motivated quick learning like a proper session with the whip.

Which reminded him, he really ought to see how his new slave was getting along in his training. He should be just about ready to serve in his master's bed, earn his keep.

Pushing the bed slave away he rose from the couch, reassembling his clothes as he walked to the door. He was impatient now to see his new slave. Walking down to the slave quarters he allowed himself to remember the perfection of William's body, and felt his cock start to fill.

He bellowed for Tomas as he entered the slave house, and saw with satisfaction that the man was busy with the whip at one of the punishment posts. He didn't recognize the slave being beaten, not that it mattered really, he was just pleased to see discipline being maintained.

The slave master dropped his whip at the sound of his master's voice and came towards him straight away. "Ah, master, I can guess your desire," he smiled. "William has come along very well, and is being bathed at this moment in preparation for gracing your bed."

"As always, you anticipate me, Tomas" Alexander replied.

"I live only to serve, master," Tomas answered, secure in his position as trainer and master of slaves. "I think you'll be very pleased with William, he's been one of my best students."

"Bring him straight to my room, Tomas, and tie him to the bed posts. I want him spread wide for me."

Alexander could feel his erection growing as he made his way to his rooms as quickly as he could. He was finding it hard to wait, now his new plaything was ready for him.

~*~*~*~*~

William groaned and his cock got harder. His conditioning had turned him into an ass-slut. His body associated his ass being stretched open with comfort and safety and pleasure. Tomas had made sure William's prostate and cock were well stimulated every time he inserted his toys.

He'd always left William to starve in isolation an extra day or so before introducing a much larger cock.

The bigger the new cock, and the more it hurt to have it pushed inside, the longer he was left to starve first in preparation, and the tastier the food, and the more his prostate was stimulated, his cock played with, his orgasm drawn from him until he came to crave the pain of forced entry, and was almost disappointed if the fake cock Tomas used was too small to hurt.

He needed to feel his ass being stretched open, he craved the feeling, and Alexander's lovely bludgeon was pushing its way inside him in such a satisfying way. "Oh fuck....more..." he whimpered

~*~*~*~*~

Alexander couldn't move. Not if his life depended on it. He had fucked his new bed slave all night. William was insatiable, taking Xander's cock up his ass and down his throat and begging for more.

He had finally untied his toy and colapsing back against the pillows comanded William to impale himself on his still interested cock while he lay back and enjoyed watching William fucking himself nearly blind. His slave was asleep now beside him, lashes dark against his cheek, and as Alexander gazed at the marvel that had entered his life he felt a wave of possessivness flow over him. Mine

The End

City of Antioch

spander fic

2008-02-12T08:05:16Z

Title: Dinner Party Revisited

Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.

Follows Dinner Party

Xander carefully applied the stick of khol to his eyes, his thoughts floating hazily, a sharp cheekboned face continuously in his mind's eye.

Tonight he would be at the service again of the gorgeous young man who had come to dinner last week.

Xander hadn't been able to get keep his mind clear since that night.

He'd gone through his duties each evening, servicing his master's guests like an automaton, hardly aware of what he was doing, as his thoughts kept returning to the young blond lord.

He licked his lips as he remembered the taste of that hard cock in his mouth, and the breathless little gasps its owner had made as he'd licked at that firm plump cockhead, swirling his tongue into the slit, then sucking strongly before swallowing the whole shaft down.

Xander had been hard all week, unable to let go of the pictures in his head.

And now in less than two hours he'd be here again.

Xander put the khol stick down and slipped a hand around his cock, wiping his thumb over the engorged head to collect the precome and sighing in relief as he took a firm hold.

He needed to take the edge off, or he'd be in no case to service the young lord.

*********************************

"C'mon Angelus, yer must be ready by now," Spike insisted, walking into the spacious master bedroom and looking critically at the larger man. "Lord Giles is already here, what's the holdup?

"I'm coming, William," Angelus said, "There's no need to be in a hurry, the dinner doesn't start for another two hours yet." He looked round distractedly for his cravat, which his valet was holding out to him. "Ah, thank you James, that will be all for this evening," he said with relief as he put the final touches to his appearance.

"We still hafta get there, and change into those special trousers, remember," Spike replied, "and anyway, I wanna make sure no-one else steals my whore. Don't trust that Jonathan fellow, he'd nab 'im if he got half the chance."

"Well, try to contain yourself tonight, William. We don't want a repeat of your performance last week."

Spike coloured. "I 'ad a bit of a wank just before," he admitted. 'Wanna get my Xander by 'imself after dinner tonight. I'm not gonna lose the chance again this time."

"Come, come, Gentleman," Lord Giles stepped into the room. "Are we ready? I'm looking forward to our dinner party tonight, I have to admit." He smiled toothily at the two men.

"My ward is impatient to get started as well," Angelus smirked, shrugging into his coat, "so I suppose we'd best be off now, before the ladies get home and delay us with more questions."

"Yeah, fer fuck's sake let's get movin'," Spike agreed, urging the other two men towards the door.

*********************************

Fuck...fuck...fuck...oh...sweet lord!.....fuckin' hell......no....not yet... not again...Fuck!

With a willpower he didn't know he possessed Spike managed to ride out the overwhelming urge to come. Angelus had already succumbed to his own whore's talent. Spike had watched fascinated from across the table as Angelus squirmed in his seat, while beads of sweat collected on his brow and across his top lip.

The whimpers and hisses coming from his guardian had spurred on his own arousal, and he'd been relieved when Angelus had finally collapsed face down on the table in a dead faint.

Sir Ethan Mountjoy's servants had quickly removed him from the table, and dinner had continued, the other guests accepting the story of Angelus' susceptibility to heat.

Lord Giles was doing better, though his face had gone an alarming shade of puce and he was so far under the table his chin was resting on the table cloth. Nothing had been heard from him other than short gasps for the last few minutes, and Spike knew the older man wouldn't last much longer.

*********************************

Xander was rock hard, and only the cock ring fastened tightly around the base of his erection had saved him from coming.

Sir Mountjoy had strict rules against the staff coming while pleasuring a guest, which wasn't normally a problem for Xander. He had found he could switch off while working, just going through the motions while remaining untouched, but this lordling with the piercing blue eyes had crept past his defences.

Every gasp of pleasure, every hiss, went straight to Xander's bound cock. The taste of the precome on his tongue was an aphrodisiac. Xander couldn't get enough. He suckled on the nob, running blunt teeth over the sensitive head which elicted a heartfelt groan from his victim. His cock twitched in its restraint.

He had carefuly prepared his arse tonight, cleaning, oiling and plugging with a dildo he judged to be adequate to prepare his hole for the sizable erection he hoped to have filling him tonight. Surely Faith wouldn't be long with the damned water!

*********************************

Spikes eyes were beginning to roll back into his head. Nearly there...not long now...oh fuck! Not the tongue again....ah shit no....Fuck! Fuck...fuck...oh fuck...

The guest beside him was looking at him in concern as he gasped for breath and slid a little further under the table.

He managed to roll an eye in the fellow's direction and attempted a smile. "Food's a bit spicy," he managed to gasp as he felt his cock being swallowed whole. At least he wasn't wearing the thrice damned nipple clamps tonight, but he'd come to realise that the dildo Xander had carefully inserted into his arse before dinner had been designed by the devil. At every twitch of his body the cursed thing bumped against his prostate, wearing away his control.

One minute left....one minute left....oh fuck...please sweet Jesus...nearly there...nearly there....almost...oh fuck..!!

A maid appeared at Spike's elbow holding a jug of water. "Here is the water you requested, sir," she said loudly, bobbing a curtsey. Immediately the mouth on his cock vanished, and Spike realised with amazement that he'd made it through.

He sat up abruptly in his seat, looking round for his host. "Oi! Sir Mountjoy! I've finished me dinner," he called. "Think I need to go 'ave a bit of a lie down now," he leered.

Under the table he could feel Xander's hands fastening the trousers over his large erection. Sir Ethan Mountjoy walked over to him smiling widely. "Yes, yes, of course, dear William," he said. "I'll have my servants show you to a private room where you can rest quietly for as long as you need."

Spike allowed himself to be helped from the dining room. He was finding walking difficult with the boner he was sporting, but he was in no hurry to get to his private room. He needed a little time to compose himself or he'd wouldn't last long with Xander.

The last thing he heard as he left the room was a strangled cry from Lord Giles.

TBC

ficlet, spander, sub/dom

2008-01-29T05:52:37Z

Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.
Warnings: Serious sub/dom, belt punishment, some blood.
Summary: Sometimes Spike used the buckle end

Title: The Buckle End

"Strip," Xander's master ordered in a tight angry voice, and Xander hurried to obey.

"Take my belt off."

Xander's fingers fumbled as he undid the heavy leather belt and drew it from around that slim waist. He swore Spike only wore the thick belt for this other, more important use.

"Kiss the buckle, pet" Spike murmured, one long fingered hand moving over his growing erection. Spike was getting off on this.

Xander obediently pressed his lips to the metal, but was unable to withold a shiver. It had been a long time since he'd felt the buckle end on his naked skin, the scars had faded and were almost invisable now. In the early years it had been a common punishment, as Spike trained up his new pet. Xander had hoped never to have to feel that buckle slicing into his back again.

Reaching out a hand he touched his master's thigh and waited for permission to speak.

Spike gazed down at his pet for a long moment, his face unreadable.

"Give me the belt," was all he said, and Xander's gut tightened. Damn, he won't let me beg my way out of this

Hand shaking a little Xander held out the belt, watching as Spike carefully doubled it, allowing the buckle end to dangle down. The thick belt seemed almost too big for the deceptively delicate hand holding it.

"Over the back o' the couch, I reckon," Spike finally decided, and Xander was grateful to be able to brace himself against a soft and forgiving surface, especially as his master seemed a long way from any forgiveness at the moment.

Why hadn't he sent Willow away? He knew the rules. One visit, once a month, for one hour. No more, no less.

Spreading his legs and bending forward over the couch back, he cursed his stupidity. Life had been going so smoothly lately, Spike's demon hadn't felt the need to prove ownership or dominion over it's property for a long time, Xander having morphed into the perfect pet over these last few years.

Xander knew Spike's demon hated him having any contact at all with his old friends, Spike was always a bit brittle straight after the monthly visit, and tended to fuck Xander into the mattress almost before his friends had left the building in an effort to reestablish dominance.

For Willow to come over out of visiting hour was just asking for trouble, and he should have closed the door on her straight away, not stayed to bandy words on the doorstep until his master had come to discover what was happening.

The first lash caught him off guard, the buckle cutting into one tender buttock.

"Count," Spike ordered as the second lash struck

"Two!" Xander gasped.

"Count properly, from the beginning, pet," came the smug reply

"One, master, thank you, master," Xander got out as the buckle bit into his flesh.

Spike laid a trail of fire over Xander's buttocks and thighs, varying the stokes so Xander never knew where the next one would fall. He could feel thin trails of blood trickling down his thighs as Spike flogged him thoroughly with the buckle end.

"six...six...sixteen...master...thank you master," Xander gasped as he clung to the couch, his legs and ass on fire.

Finally he heard the belt drop to the floor, and then his master's hand rested gently on his shoulder while with the other he worked a finger into Xander's hole, using some of Xander's spilt blood for lube.

Xander collapsed panting against the couch back as Spike stretched him wide and pushed his rock hard erection deep into his ass.

"So lovely, pet, so tight...so good...such a good pet fer me aren't ya?" Spike murmured into his boy's ear as he began to fuck that lovely ass.

Xander arched his neck as Spike began to fuck him hard, offering himself to the demon riding him.

Spike could feel his fangs dropping as his orgasm overtook him, and bit hard into his pet's neck.

The smell of his pet's blood in his nostrils, with his cock and fangs deep inside his pet's willing body, pacified the demon, and Spike's hips bucked wildly as he came, before he collapsed over Xander's back, finally sated.

Xander vowed never to allow his master to become so upset with him again.

fic, daddy!kink

2008-01-24T08:29:46Z

Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.

Warnings: Spanking with leather belt; gratuitous use of the word 'boy' ; Daddy!kink ; some sub/dom

Summary: It's a Daddy's duty to make sure his boy learns to keep his promises

Title: Sorry Daddy

"Fetch yer belt here!"

Xander's head spun around in shock. He hadn't heard Spike come home. Looks mad...shit! What'd I do now?

"What's wrong, luv?" he asked, careful to keep his eyes down. Spike in a bad mood could be unpredictable.

"Yer belt. Here. Now." Eyes flashed yellow momentarily.

Xander didn't wait for more. Scrambling to his feet he almost ran into the bedroom, frantically kneeling down beside his discarded jeans which he'd exchanged for sweat pants when he'd come home. Dragging the heavy leather belt out of the loops it was trapped in, he quickly returned to his irate vampire.

Dropping to one knee, he proffered the belt. It was top quality cows hide, and his own hide was only too familiar with it. He could feel his cock getting hard as Spike took the leather from him, folded it carefully and slapped it against his own thigh experimentally.

"Trousers off."

Xander peeled off the sweatpants.

"On yer hands an' knees."

Xander dropped to the floor and waited, bare ass in the air.

"I've just been visitin' the Watcher," Spike finally said, breaking the silence.

Oh Shit

"It's obvious he knows nothin' about us bein' together," Spike continued. "An' you promised you'd tell him today."

"Spike...honey...."

"What do you call me?"

"Sorry, Daddy... I was going to this morning, really, when he dropped me at work, but the right moment didn't come up...."

"No baby...that's not good enough. You've been promising yer'd tell all yer little friends 'bout us for the last month, an' its just not happened. I've been patient with ya, but ya gotta have a bit more respect fer ya Daddy than that."

Spike slapped the leather belt against his thigh again and Xander's cock twitched.

"As yer Daddy yer know it's m' duty to make sure yer learn t' keep yer promises."

"Yes Daddy," Xander agreed as he eyed the impressive erection pushing against Daddy's zipper.

Spike rested his empty hand on Xander's back, gently rubbibg soothing circles as he raised his other hand.

Xander braced himself.

"Count and thank me!" Spike ordered as he brought the belt down hard.

"One, thank you Daddy," xander hissed.

The crack of leather against flesh echoed in the room as Spike carefully covered Xander's ass with red stripes. Between each lash with the belt he would use his free hand to soothe the tender skin, and reach under his boy to stroke the rock hard shaft, or run a soft hand over the tight ballsac.

"Thir..thirteen..thank..thank you Daddy," Xander moaned.

Xander's ass was finally a bright rosy red, with a few stripes decorating the top of his tender thighs and his cock was hard enough to drill through walls.

"There's a good boy," Spike murmured, smoothing a hand over his boy's beautifully warmed ass. "Nearly over now, yer've been a good boy for yer Daddy."

"Sorry, Daddy...so sorry...."

"Yer know yer did wrong, baby, don't yer?"

"Yes daddy...sorry Daddy, will you cuddle your baby now Daddy?"

"Yeah, baby, ya can sit on Daddy's lap an' make 'im feel good now, but then we both go over ta the Watcher's flat. Together."

"Yes Daddy, can I stand up now Daddy?"

"Yeah, baby, up yer get and yer can make Daddy feel more comfortable, now. Daddy's jeans are gettin' a bit tight," Spike leered, moving his hands to frame his erection.

"Yes Daddy," Xander agreed eagerly.

"There's a good baby," Spike hissed as his erection was freed by clever fingers, and his jeans rapidly removed.

Spike sat himself down on the armchair and stretched out his legs. "Get yerself ready ta sit on yer Daddy's lap," Spike ordered, handing Xander the tube of lube always kept ready under the chair's cushion. "Turn around so Daddy can see yer doin' it proper like."

Xander turned his back and dropped back onto his hands and knees.

Spike drew in an unneeded breath at the sight before him. Xander's ass was a deep rosy red from the belt, and Spike reached blindly for his cock as Xander reached round and inserted a lubed finger into his hole. "Oh there's a good boy," he encouraged, fisting himself roughly as he watched Xander insert two fingers and start to work his ass.

Spike's cock throbbed as a third finger was inserted and Xander began to fuck himself on his hand.

"Come over 'ere an' sit on Daddy's lap like a good little boy," he coaxed,

Xander got up immediately and moved over to the chair. "Love you Daddy," he said, leaning down and pressing his lips against Spike's and giving a gentle prod with his tongue, requesting permission.

Spike's lips opened, granting permission and Xander lost himself for long moments as their tongues danced together.

Suddenly he was spun around, and he could feel a hard blunt pressure at his ass.

"Sit down, baby, there's a good boy," Spike whispered as he guided xander down over his cock. "Oh yeah...fucking good...yeah baby...just like that, sit on Daddy's lap...all the way...that's right..oh fuck!...just like that."

Xander leaned forward to give a Spike better access, and then using the arms of the chair, lifted himself up a bit and then sat down again firmly, impaling himself on that hard cock.

"Oh yeah, baby...that's right..oh fuck!...yeah," Spike gasped, his hips jerking up into that hot heavenly sheath.

"Love you daddy," Xander gasped as his cock was taken in a firm hand and worked hard.

"Fucking good...yeah baby, that's Daddy's good boy...gonna cum baby, gonna cum...cum for Daddy now...good boy...cum fer Daddy...Fuck! Fuck! Oh Fuck!" Spike hammered up into Xander hot red ass, leaving finger shaped bruises on the boy's hip.

Xander screamed "Daddy!" as he tumbled over the edge.

They lay curled tightly together as they recovered, Spike's strong arms holding his boy against his chest.

Eventually sticky discomfort forced them to move.

"We need a bath," Spike said, effortlessly lifting Xander and carrying him into the bathroom.

Gently placing Xander on the toilet seat he began running a bath. "Ya want the cedar or the Nordic bath salts?" he asked,smiling at the debauched picture his boy made.

"Cedar please Daddy," Xander replied, and Spike could feel his cock begin to swell at the word. Still Daddy, huh? So we're on fer another go are we? The boy's really worried 'bout what 'is friends will say. Needs a bit o' reassurance.

Smiling to himself Spike finished preparing the bath and then turning, scooped Xander up and deposited him into the fragrant water. Climbing in behind his boy he settled himself comfortably and wrapped his arms around Xander.

"This is nice, Daddy," Xander whispered, and Spike's cock lengthened, pushing up against Xander's ass. Xander wriggled back a bit and Spike hissed at the sensation. Reaching between his boy's legs he found his boy was fully hard. Thank all things evil fer teenage recovery times he thought with satisfaction.

"On yer knees, baby, an' get a good hold of the edge of the bath," Spike instructed, scrambling onto his knees too.

Kneeling between his boy's legs he pressed up against the still bruised and sore looking ass. Giving it a slap that made Xander gasp he ordered "Legs apart, now boy!" and pushed his cock into Xander's still loosened hole.

He tried to take it easy out of consideration for Xander's bruised and tender backside, but the delightful noises coming from his boy soon caused him to abandon gentleness.

"Fuck! Daddy...oh fuck..harder daddy..fuck me harder..."

"Oh yeah, my baby boy...yer Daddy's good boy aren't ya," he panted as he pistoned into his boy's willing ass.

"Cumming Daddy..I'm gonna cum...can I Daddy? Please daddy...need to cum Daddy..."

"Not yet, baby boy...wait fer Daddy..."

"Daddy!!!!!" Xander wailed as steel fingers tightened around his cock.

"Wait fer Daddy...just a bit longer...good boys don't cum first," Spike continued to hammer into Xander's ass, keeping grip of iron around his boy's cock.

"Please daddy...pleeease..."

"Fuck...fuck...cumming...cumming...ah fuck...cum fer daddy, baby" Spike screamed as he shot into Xander's ass, releasing Xander's cock, allowing his boy to release his load into the bath.

Finally they recovered sufficiently to finish washing under the shower. Spike carefully towel dried Xander and himself, taking care of his exhausted boy.

"It's gotten a bit late now to go over to the Watcher's," he admitted finally, glancing at the clock on the wall which read ten minutes before eleven o'clock.

Xander looked up apprehensively. "I'll tell them tomorrow, all of them, I promise," he said

"I hope so, fer the sake of yer poor sore ass," Spike replied. "Now let's get ter bed, it's been a long day, luv, an' yer've got work tommorrow"

"Oh god, work, I'd forgotten," Xander said, patting his ass gingerly.

"Yer own fault. Come ta bed" Spike smirked, leading his boy into their bedroom. "Mebbe yer'll do what yer told in future, like a good boy."

"Yes Daddy."

The End

Xanpet, sequel to Release

2008-01-24T02:34:19Z

Continued from Release

You don't have to read that story to follow this one, just be aware that Spike lost his soul on the same day that Angel received his shan shu, and Xander was sent to check on them.
This story is set about two years later. After intensive training by his new master, Xander has adapted to his new life

Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Warning: BDSM, Non-consensual, sexual torture. Don't try this at home.
Not nice. Nasty dark smut. Completely PWP. Really.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.

Title: Xanpet

Spike dragged a lungful of sweet opium laced smoke into his lungs, letting his head fall back as the rush hit, and then passed the pipe along. It was Thursday night poker night, and Spike was pleasantly hazed, a bottle of JD at his elbow, and his pet curled at his feet.

He was on his second bottle of JD, and that amount of whiskey normally made him restlessly horny, but the opium mellowed out the restlessness, leaving him loose limbed and relaxed, horny as hell, oh yeah, but wanting only to lie back and be serviced by his pet.

Bending a pet over the poker table and fucking it blind while the play went on was a common occurrence among his other poker cronies, Spike wasn't the only demon at the table with a pet waiting on his master's pleasure, but he'd only ever done that once, to punish his pet in the early days of his training. Spike was more subtle, and used his lovely pet to suck him off under the table, well hidden from prying eyes.

He spread his legs a little wider to ease the discomfit as his cock hardened at the thought of his pet's warm mouth stretched around his thick shaft. oh yeah... bloody lovely mouth the boy's got, wicked tongue...gonna fuck that mouth... maybe leave a few bruises on that lovely body... been too long... boys almost unmarked... needs some nice fresh bruises,yeah...

Xander shifted slightly on the rug at his master's feet. He could sense Spike's arousal and knew it wouldn't be long before his master called on his services. The butt plug in his ass shifted and knocked against his prostate again, keeping him aroused. The opium smoke in the room was having it's usual affect on him too, making him feel needy.

He rested his head aginst his master's muscular thigh, soaking in the smell of leather and whiskey and the unique musky spice smell that was Spike. The leg flexed under his cheek, and he daringly lifted his hand to caress the firm thigh.

Spike ran a hand through his pets shaggy hair, easing his legs out in front of him to ease the growing pressure on his cock. He took the pipe being handed to him by the Drogarnath demon's whimpering pet, and sucked hard, the buzz from the drug going straight to his cock. The Drogarnath had no class, fucking his pet raw at the table like that, Spike thought with displeasure.

***********

Xander pressed a bruise on his arm gently, and felt himself harden as he remembered how he came to have it.

Nearly two weeks ago he'd been part of a tangle of bodies on his master's bed. His head had rested on Angel's firm stomach as he'd sucked on the large vampire's bound cock. Spike had been pounding into his childe's ass, while fisting Xander's cock, when he'd noticed his pet's balls drawing up.

Spike's hold on Xanders cock had tightened painfully and he'd reached for Xander's arm with a vise-like grip.

Ah... no you don't pet...not yet...you save that for when I'm balls deep in yer arse and not before. "Don't come, pet," he hissed. "Ya come an' it'll be a session with m' bull whip again."

To Xander's shame the threat had sent a jolt of arousal through his body, and the next thing he knew he was exploding over his master's hand, despite the iron grip on his cock.

Spike's hand on his arm had contracted painfully at the same time, causing the purpling bruise he was examining now and Xander had frozen in trepidation.

"Fetch the whip," his master had ordered, continuing to fuck his childe as he glared at his errant pet. Angel had turned his head to watch Xander scrambling to obey, almost falling off the bed in his haste to get to the wall where the leather bull whip hung on it's hook.

Pressing on the bruise brought back the intense arousal he'd felt that night, and Xander had a hard battle not to rub a hand along his now fully erect cock. After two years as Spike's pet he knew better than to dare touch himself. Xander had been extremely well trained.

His master had taken the whip from Xander and continued to fuck Angel, leaving Xander waiting on his pleasure.

"Face against the wall, arms over your head," his master had finally hissed, slamming home in a sudden rush as his orgasm overtook him.

Recovering almost immediately the vampire had climbed from the bed, uncoiling the whip and giving it an expert shake to free up the coils.

"Don't move, pet, or it'll go harder on ya," Spike had warned, running one hand over his awakening cock as he raised the whip. Xander knew Angel would be watching appreciatively.

After the whipping his master had helped him back to the bed and soothed his hurts, slowly licking the blood from his back and letting his pet take some blood from his wrist. Xander had curled against his master, loving the gentle touches, needing the whispered reasurances that he was still master's favoured pet.

Then Spike had rolled the boy over, pushed his cock into Xander's hot hole and proceeded to fuck the boy through the mattress. Xander had had the most intense orgasm of his young life, and had trouble walking for the next few days.

Angel had whimpered from where he lay, his bound cock aching as he'd watched his sire riding the boy until Spike had finally become fed up with his childe and ordered him from the room. "But the cockring stays on childe, ya hear? Yer not to touch it."

Xander had watched the frustrated fledge leave the room from under his lashes while he pressed against the new bruise.

*********************

What the fuck? What's the boy doin'? Smells delicious. Ah, playin' with 'is bruises again. Spike smiled to himself as he breathed in the delightful phremones scenting the air. Such a nice kink my pet has. His cock lengthened and filled. The pipe came round again and he took another deep drag. The buzz was building, and he took a long swallow of his whiskey. The Drogarnath's pet had fainted, Spike was glad to note, so his irritating cries and whimpers had stopped, though the Drogarth continued to fuck his pet's unconsious body, a thin trail of blood leaking slowly from the torn ass. No class at all.

Xander found another bruise, this one on his hip, which caused a sharp tingle of pain and desire to shoot through him when he pressed on it.

Spike looked down at his pet sharply, almost overcome by the sudden wave of phremones, and saw the bruise Xander was fondling. Spike remembered giving his pet that one nearly a month ago, and it had almost faded. The memory came back in vivid detail, lying on his back, bouncing his pet on his cock, his strong fingers putting bruises on Xander's hips as he guided him down onto his large cock.

Spike had been displeased with both his lovers that day he remembered, but whipping Angel's back to ribbons had made the vampire so horny he'd thrown the bloodied whip down and ordered his pet on the bed instead for a different kind of punnishment.

He'd lost track of how many times he came, while his sweet pet begged so nice, his cock constrained in a tiny cage that squeezed his cock painfully whenever his erection grew to full size.

He'd panted unneeded breaths as he'd held Xander's hips in a steel grip. Vampire strength allowed him to piston Xander on his cock, bumping against Xander's prostate every thrust. Spike had watched his pet's face with delight as fleeting expressions of lust and pain chased each other over it. Such a good pet...so hot..mine...fuck..

"Master, please...I need..so bad...Master...." Xander's moans had pushed Spike over the edge again.

Spike had been strict from the start, stating that sparing the rod spoilt both the childe and the pet. He knew he was sometimes a bit quick with the whip, but better a too-firm hand he always said, than allowing discipline to grow lax.

Xander and Angel both knew the rules, and just because they hadn't heard their master enter the room didn't mean they got let off being punished for breaking those rules. When their master entered the room, they both knew to drop down to their spread knees, sitting up straight, hands behind their heads and damn well have nice erections to show him.

After two years of solid pavlovian training Xander's cock came to attention at the sight of his master, and Angel was his childe, so it was an automatic response to his sire's presence. There was no excuse.

His pet's pleading had been lovely, his pet had sounded so broken and needy, his moans going straight to Spike's cock, and he'd come with a sudden rush, spurting his cool seed deep into his pet's tight ass.

His childe still hung unconsious on the wall from the savage beating he'd endured, and Spike was glad he hadn't followed his first intention to bloody his pet's back too. His pet wouldn't be up to the whip again for another few weeks yet, he still had welts on his back from last Punishment Day, held on the first day on each month. Human pets were so fragile.

He usually tried to save the whip for the monthly Punishment Day, but he'd had a few to drink and had been a little hasty that day. He firmly believed that a sound beating, deserved or not, on a regular basis kept the pets and childer on an even keel. But sometimes they tried his patience, and he needed to wield the whip between times.

Spike's cock was throbbing painfully, trapped in the tight denim, as his thoughts and the drug high amplified his arousal. Xander came back to the present abruptly at a sharp tap on his head, the signal for Xander to crawl between his master's thighs and free his master's cock. The vampire was rock hard, and Xander struggled to get the buttons undone.

Spike kept his pet under light thrall with judicious exchanges of blood, and equal amounts of pain and pleasure, but Xander's fascination with his bruises was an unexpected kink unrelated to the thrall, and bound his pet to him even more strongly. Xander got off on pain, which wasn't too surprising considering his childhood, and Spike was very good at pain.

The boy bruised up a treat, Spike admitted, admiring a deep red mark left from the boy's coller last night when Spike had twisted it's choke cord a little too roughly while in the throes of orgasm.

Xander had resisted the coller at first, but the cleverly designed choke coller fascinated Spike, who loved the full body shudders his pet gave when his air supply was cut off, the boys velvet sheath vibrating around his master's cock as his pet fought for air.

Training Xander to accept the coller had been easy. By simply not allowing his pet to come unless he was wearing the coller, he'd conditioned Xander easily. Just the mention of the coller now caused Xander's cock to harden and drool. Xander always came hard enough to black out when Spike played with the choke strap, it was just another dark little kink Spike had found and developed in the boy.

It was never worn during punishments, instead on Punishment Night, sometimes after a sound whipping, Xander was fucked hard by Angel while his pet wore either a cock ring or the cage. On those nights, Angel was always allowed to come, usually in Xander's ass, while his master watched.

His sweet pet had his lips around Spike's cock now, licking at the head while fisting the shaft gently.

Spike had kept hold of the opium pipe when it had reached him the last time, and now inhaled deeply as he eased his hips forward.

"Fuck..pet..that's good...harder...yeah, that's right...suck me down good ...fuck..."

Fuck, his pet was good at this. He'd have to remember to let the boy come later as a reward. Maybe in his childe's arse as part of an Angel sandwich. Xan could fuck his childe, his pet always liked being allowed to do that, and Spike wouldn't mind his childe's huge cock splitting him open himself, it'd been awhile and he craved a hard cock up his arse sometimes.

"Fuck! Fuck...pet...so good...harder...swallow me down now...ahh..Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Spike exploded into Xander's throat, clutching the desk as the aftershocks wound down.

Xander carefully licked his master's cock clean and buttoned him up, panting in an effort to control his own arousal.

"Yer a good pet, luv," his master told him, drawing him into his arms and kissing him soundly. He loved the taste of himself on the boy's lips. "You take yerself off to the kitchen now and get yerself a good feed while I finish up 'ere."

Xander rose stiffly to his feet, shaking his legs to get the circulation going again after such a long time on the floor.

Spike's voice dropped an octave. "I wanna find ya on the bed when I come up. Get that lazy childe o' mine there as well. Tell'im I wanna see i'm on 'is 'ands 'n knees an' wearing the cage on 'is cock. But Xanpet, I want ya to wear ya coller fer me tonight."

Xander's cock hardened in response to the husked words. "Yes, master...thank you master," he replied, quivering at the picture Spike's words had produced

Spike pressed on a bruise on Xander's leg and was rewarded by a burst of phremones and a startled hiss. "Might get yer ta ride Angel later, luv." He pressed the bruise again, harder, and Xander's cock swelled. "Wanna give ya a couple more o' these while I ride ya into Angel, pet. You'll like that, yeah? Now go get yerself fed. Yer'll need all ya strength fer yer master tonight."

The End

Dinner Party

2008-01-01T12:42:24Z

Rating NC 17

Pairing Spike/Xander

Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.

Spike is invited to a very unusual dinner party. Set in a strange alternate time line, back in Angelus' day, but everyone's human.

Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.

"No, no, my dear fellow," Lord Giles shook his head condesendingly. "Nothing of that sort, I assure you. Only the best quality whores are employed at this establishment, I assure you."

"It sounds delightful, darling," Darla spoke up from her position beside Drusilla on the other side of the room. "Why don't you take William with you, Angelus, and see if it lives up to it's reputation."

Spike looked up quickly. "Whores?" he sneered. "I don't have to pay for it."

"But you won't be paying for it, William," Darla tossed that excuse aside. "It's a private party arranged by Giles' friend Sir Ethan Mountjoy at an exclusive men's club. You will be dinner guests."

"Why do you want us out of the way?" Spike asked, suddenly suspicious.

Darla reached for Dru. "We'd like a little time alone tonight," she admitted.

"Yes," Dru chimed in, "We've got such fun things planned together, just girl things, so do go, my sweet Spike." She smiled at them dazzingly.

"It does sound intriging," Angelus mused thoughtfully

"I assure you," Lord Giles encouraged, "It's like nothing you've ever experienced. Only a few select guests will be paired with a table whore, and as the dining table is enormous, the majority of the guests will have no idea anything untoward is happening out of sight under the tablecloth."

"Absolute control..." Angelus breathed.

"Exactly!" Lord Giles confirmed happily. "Now you've got it, old chap. These whores are trained in pleasuring a man to the point of madness, but you have to maintain your composure before the other guests, no matter what delightfull sensations are occurring."

"It's a bit limiting if it's all jus' below the waist, init?" Spike spoke up. He'd been considering the entertainment on offer tonight, but his jaded appetite needed a bit more than just someone handling his cock, no matter how talented the whore.

"Ah, Master William, you naughty boy," Lord Giles shook a finger at him playfully. "There are a selection of nipple clamps available for you to wear if you wish, creating a lovely effect when the attached chains are slipped under the waistband and down under the table to be played with by the whores. A very wide selection, indeed," he said, a sheen of sweat on his brow as he considered the toys available. "And of course there are the dildos as well," he added with a catch in his voice.

"An' if we manage to maintain control through dinner?" Spike asked. "Wot then?"

"You can spend time in a private room afterwards with the whore who distracted you during your meal," lord Giles said, and his face took on a distant look as he contemplated the punishments available that could be meted out to repay clever whores. The private rooms were well stocked and soundproofed.

"An if we don't manage to hold off comin'?"

"Then the evening's over, game null and void."

~*~*~*~*~

"Gentlemen, welcome, welcome, how good to see you," Sir Ethan Mountjoy came forward to greet his guests as they were ushered into the private parlour. "I assume my good friend Rupert has given you a broad outline of our entertainment tonight?"

Both men nodded as the lackey divested them of their coats and left the room.

"If you would care to step into the changing room through that door, you'll find specially designed clothes to change into. The whores need you easily accessable, you see." He smiled toothily and continued, "There are also a selection of special jewelery items to increase your pleasure, the chains remain out of sight against your skin, under your clothing, so please help yourself if you so desire."

"Thought the whole aim of this game was t'see 'ow long we could last? Seems a bit like working against our own interests to up the ante, so t' speak."

Sir Mountjoy looked across at Lord Giles. "Didn't Rupert mention the time limit? I really will have to punish him for that." Sir Mountjoy licked his top lip and leered at his friend.

"Time limit?" Angelus asked, interrupting.

"Yes," Sir Mountjoy replied."There are certain rules, you see. It is a game, after all." He smiled around at them. "Your whore will work on you excusively for thirty minutes at some stage during the meal, and I promise you it's a very rare man who can win through to a private session afterwards." His face grew distant for a moment and he glanced again at Lord Giles. "But if you take on a handicap such as a butt plug or the nipple clamps, the time is halved, and you only have to manage to endure for fifteen minutes.

"To ensure a fair game, the whore you choose will attach the clamps or insert the butt plug while you change, so if you have decided on that option you'll need to come with me first into the salon to choose your whore."

"I'll take the thirty minutes," said Angelus decisivly, all the talk of butt plugs causing his arse to tighten in self defence.

"Best go meet the whores," Spike leered, arching an enquiring eyebrow at his host. Sir Mountjoy nodded his head and guided them all down a corrider and into a large sitting room. Gorgeous young men and women lounged arround the room in various stages of undress, all heads turning as the four men entered the room.

Angel's attention was rivetted immediately by a tall handsome black man with a shaved head and a startlingly white smile who stood to meet him when he approached.

"I've found a fresh new young thing for you tonight Rupert," Sir Mountjoy said, urging him towards a couch where a slim young man in glasses sat watching them with wide eyes. "His name's Wesley, and he's very willing to serve." Lord Giles' eyes glistened as he took in the young man's subservient manner.

Spike's gaze went round the room, but he wasn't impressed. Nothin' here to get worked up 'bout he thought, ignoring the attempts of a short blonde girl to attract his attention. She was fairly pretty in a brassy way, but he'd had her type too often, and knew she'd pall.

"What's thru there, mate?" he asked, indicating an arched doorway.

"The whores in there have been previously booked, and are not available tonight," Sir Mountjoy apologised

Spike poked his head through and for a moment thought he was looking at an angel. A pair of brown velvet eyes in a face of such haloed light he had to blink and look again. He realised in a moment that the setting sun had been shining through a crack in the heavy curtains, lighting up the young man's face and giving it an unearthly glow.

"I want that one," Spike said straight away. "Wot's 'is name?"

"That's Alexander, wonderfully talented but unfortuately he's booked for this evening. Perhaps one of the others will do?"

"I want 'im," Spike stated, a mulish look on his face.

Sir Mountloy and Lord Giles exchanged a look. "Who's booked him?" Lord Giles asked.

"That awful little toad, Jonathon Richley," Sir mountjoy replied. "He booked him a week ago for tonight."

"I want 'im," Spike repeated, hands curling into fists.

"If William wants him, what's the problem?" interrupted Angelus, his arm around the tall black man

"I suppose I could always tell Mr Richman that Alexander is unwell," Sir Mountjoy conceded

Bright blue eyes met brown. "Do it. He's mine."

~*~*~*~*~

Spike stretched out his legs under the table as the first course was brought in. At some point during the proceedings his whore would begin the fifteen minutes of sexual torment. Spike was confident that he would have no trouble sailing through it, and would end the evening with the whore in his bed.

Above the waist Spike still wore his own clothing, but below he'd been supplied with a pair of cleverly designed crutchless trousers.

A simple waist tie had kept him decent as he'd walked into the dining room and through a roomfull of unsuspecting diners, but once seated he understood that very little was needed to expose him fully to his whore.

Alexander had sucked lightly on his nipples to harden them to peaks before attaching the nipple clamps, dangling the attached chains through his waistband where they even now rested loosely against his lower stomach.

The first course had been removed and the second course was being served when Spike noticed Angel give a slight start. So..it begins... he thought gleefully, wondering if his own whore was even now creeping towards him under cover of the cloth. Blood surged to his cock at the thought, and he began to appreciate the sublety of this game.

~*~*~*~*~

Spike was studying with interest the sweat beading on Lord Giles' face as he slumped down in his chair when a warm hand suddenly rested on his knee. Glancing at the wall clock he saw it lacked fifteen minutes to nine. So, jus' need ta get through 'til nine o'clock. he thought, as he felt the hand caress his inner thigh before gently undoing the waist tie, exposing his cock.

A sudden gasp from Angel had heads turning. "Bit hot," Angel explained quickly, his face crimson . Looks like e's close t' the edge already. Spike thought derisively, and suddenly couldn't think at all as a warm wet tongue from out of nowhere licked the very tip of his cock.

Fuck! Spike thought, when brain function returned, How the hell do I keep still for this?

The tongue was licking at his cockhead again, not using enough pressure to satisfy, only to tantilize. And the hand having finished with the waist tie was now sliding under the fabric, brushing against his stomach, but not touching what he needed to have touched.

Spike slid down a bit in his chair, to give that hand more access, a sharp hiss from Lord Giles' direction told him that his lordship was undergoing his own form of torture from his whore, Wesley. Arround them the other diners ate on, oblivious to the iron control being exhibited by the three men in their midst.

"Oh my god!" suddenly burst from Angelus. Looking around frantically he added "This is damn fine burgundy," and took a large swallow.

A tantalising hand rested lightly against Spike's rock hard shaft while a wet warm tongue gave little kitten licks to his straining cockhead, and he shifted slightly in his chair to try to get more pressure from that hand. My god, it's only eight forty-eight! Surely it's been longer than three minutes! And what's 'e doin' now?

Spike felt a finger trace the length of his cock, and then a pair of lips wrapped themselves around his cockhead and began to suck. He fought to control the urge to buck into that mouth, gripping the table with white knuckled hands.

Around him people had started to stare, and he swallowed noisily. "In..indigestion," he stammered, sweat beading on his brow.

Alexander continued to work Spike's cock, while taking hold of one of the chains dangling so enticingly.

He gave an experimental tug.

Fuck me dead! A jolt of pleasure shot through Spike's body, straight from his clamped nipple to his engorged cock. At the same time a muffled gasp from Angel and the sound of Lord Giles' chair scraping back reminded him he wasn't alone and fueled his arousal. He slid down further in his chair.

Spike greeted the sudden scraping of violins with relief, knowing the music would help to hide his growing agitation. This whore is mine, he thought, gonna have this again His eyes rolled as the whore's demonic hand worked the nipple clamp chain again, sending sparks to his cock. Fuck..'ow long?.. .can't be ten more bloody minutes,that can't be ri...oh fuck! that mouth..fuck...

Spike drew on all his considerable self control to force away his orgasm. He couldn't believe this whore was having such a strong effect. Taking short quick shallow breaths he rode out the waves of arousal threatening to crash over him and suck him under.

The whore gave a few tugs on the second nippleclamp's chain, but then ignored it, leaving the nipple needy and wanting, as it's mate was pinched repeatedly at each tug on the chain, the clamp having been designed to tighten with pressure.

Spike's whole world had narrowed to his cock and his nipples, as he fought to control his body's desire to explode into orgasm.

He felt the whore's other hand gently sliding under his ball sack, a slippery finger groping for his pucker, while his cock was swallowed down, Alexander's throat working around his stiff shaft. He glanced despairingly at the clock, jus' a few more minutes.. his balls drawing up as that hand transferred itself to the neglected nipple's chain, giving a sharp tug that squeezed its nippleclamp hard.

Spike's vision whited out and he screamed as he came, spurting cum down the whore's throat and collapsing onto the table.

~*~*~*~*~

"Well, I hope you enjoyed youself, William," Sir Mountjoy said as he shook hands with them at the door

Spike coloured, the tale of "a delicate lad, the heat overcame him" would be hard to live down.

None of the men had won the game, Spike's obvious pleasure sending the other two men over the edge along with him.

Spike had booked himself in for the same night next week, reserving his special whore for his use again. He was determined to win private time with Alexander, and thought he'd try the butt plug instead next week. Angel was going back for another try too with his Charles, and Rupert wanted to spend some more time with Wesley.

It looked like the three had found a wonderful diversion that wouldn't pall for quite some time.

The End

Release

2007-12-26T12:40:10Z

Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Warning: BDSM, Non-consensual, sexual torture. Don't try this at home.
Not a nice story. Nasty dark smut. Really.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.
Written in response to </b></a>lusciousxander's challenge posted on </b></a>sx_toykink

Challenge at end of story. I hope it's close to what you were wanting, luv.

It was nearly two months later that Xander arrived to check out Angel's shan shu, and the last person he'd thought to see had been Spike, even though he'd been told that the blonde had been the only other survivor. But when he'd arrived at Angel's refuge, the first sight to meet his astonished eyes as he opened the door was the bleached blonde, playing tonsil hockey with the newly human ex-vampire.

It was also almost the last thing he remembered, as Spike swung around and greeted him with a gleeful smile.

Xander regained consiousness to find he was tied to a large bed. Spike was standing nearby and taking Angel's shirt off. And Angel was allowing him to. Helping him, even.

"Shit, Spike, what's going on?" Xander groaned, noticing the the livid bruises on Angel's back.

Spike grinned over at the boy. "So you're awake, pet? It's 'bout time." Spike replied, still working on removing Angel's clothing. "Well, I think it should be obvious, even to you whelp, that you're tied half naked t' the bed, and completely at my mercy." Spike turned away and started to remove Angel's shoes.

"But what? How? But your soul? ... uh.. Why? And Angel?! " the boy stammered, pulling at the ties that bound him without success. "Buffy's gonna be seriously pissed when she finds out."

"Buffy's not gonna find out. At least not 'til I'm hundreds of miles away from this hellhole, an' by then it'll be too late for her do do anthing 'bout it. An' the soul? Seems it only came with a one year warrenty," Spike smirked and glanced back at Angel. "oh, an' just for the record, pet, this isn't Angel."

Xander took another look at the shan-shued ex-vampire and his stomach clenched at the smirk on his face. "Angelus," he whispered. "but how? We were told he was human....."

"Well, actually, luv, not really Angelus either, see. I'd like you to meet my new Childe," Spike said, pulling Angel's zipper down and dragging the trousers down Angel's muscular thighs. Xander could see livid bruises on his legs and hips.. "We were recovering from the battle together when the poof got 'is Shan Shu, ya see." Spike finished stripping Angel completely naked and dropped to his knees. "The funniest thing was Angel got 'is shan shu at the moment my soul left." Spike wrapped his lips around the large cock and swallowed it down.

To Xander's embarrasment his cock grew hard as he watched Spike work Angel's cock hard and fast, swallowing around the firm flesh. Suddenly the smaller vampire drew back, looking up into his childe's face. "Beautiful, luv," he said. Angel panted unneeded breaths and fought to control himself as Spike slipped a cockring over the vampire's large erection, and fastened it in place.

"Left 'im all at my un-mercy," Spike continued. "He's still just a fledge, all 'e wants is to please 'is Sire, ya see." Spike turned to Angel "On your knees," he ordered, "and spread 'em wide." Angel dropped into position immediately, kneeling bolt upright, knees spread painfully wide, his hands behind his head with his large cock jutting forward proudly. "Don't move or I'll use the bull whip on your back again," Spike threatened, giving Angel's ass a hard slap before turning his attention back to Xander.

"Been training 'im up a treat, but he still needs a firm hand from time t' time," the blonde confided as he walked back over to Xander.

Sniffing the air appreciativly he grinned at the boy tied to his bed. Smells like he liked what he saw...interesting...thought this one was pure vanilla...

Spike slipped a knife from his boot and while Xander watched helplessly, his wrists bound above his head to the bedhead, the vampire began to slice through the frightened boy's jeans.

"You have no idea, pet, the anger that builds in the demon when its constrained by the soul." Spike continued to slice the knife along Xander's trouser leg, exposing the warm body to his gaze. "My demon only had the soul caging it for a year, so it hasn't gone insane, like Angelus, but it wants this, Xander, its obsessed about this for so long, you can't imagine how much it needs this."

Xander was naked now, small trails of blood on his body where the knife had nicked the boys golden skin in places, and Spike gently lapped at each one, groaning as the taste exploded in his mouth. The boy was all sunshine and honey and pain and Spike lapped greedily, his cock growing harder as he pressed against the trembling body.

"All the taunts, Xan, all the humiliations... the demon's rage just kept building, ya see. Gonna let it all out now."

Angel remained in his position, gaze fixed on his sire, though the strain was beginning to show. Angel's cock was purple now, the cockring keeping the vampire painfully erect. Spike took a moment to admire the picture Angel made, kneeling upright, trembling legs spread to display Spike's property, waiting on his Sire's pleasure.
"Xander, pet, it's time for payback, ya see, so I'm gonna get my childe to split your virgin arse open while I watch, an' then I'm gonna fuck 'im while he fucks you," Spike said, rolling the boy onto his stomach and inserting a lubed finger into Xander's tight heat.

Xander's bound wrists twisted painfully as he was rolled, sending shockwaves of pain down his shoulders.

"Spike, you asshole," he hissed, twisting to get away as three fingers now pushed their way inside him. "Buffy's gonna get you for this."

Xander's head rocked back as the vampire backhanded him savagely.

"Buffy's not gonna know a thing," Spike replied evenly as he removed the fingers, leaving Xander feeling shockingly empty, "Get 'ere Childe," he called, rolling Xander back onto his back again. Angel sprang to his feet, his purpling cock bobbing as he joined his sire.

Xander tensed as Angel climbed between his thighs and lifted his legs over his wide shoulders, positioning his cock at the boy's hot entrance.

Spike gave his rock hard cock a couple of tugs as he watched his childe getting ready to penetrate the boy. "My childe's gonna fuck ya like a woman," he taunted. "Should really let him take you from behind, ya first time an' all, but my demon really needs ta see this." Spike moved up to the pair and slashed the bindings around Xander's wrists. "Put ya arms around 'im," he ordered the boy, his cock throbbing at the gorgeous sight in front of him.

"Fuck you, Spike," Xander bit out, too furious to care at the moment for his safety. Dammit, how can Spike do this to me? He knows how much I hate Angel!

He refused to allow himself to think that he wouldn't have objected as much if it had been Spike about to enter him. No. He hated Spike. Of course he did. Only he hated Angel more.

Spike grabbed the boys hair and dragged his head back, exposing his throat. "Oh soon enough, boy, soon enough, just wanna watch Angel fuck you through the mattress first, but don't worry boy, he's not gonna come in ya arse, no sloppy seconds for ole Spike, just wanna get the edge off first, so ta speak. Now put your fuckin' arms around 'im, now!"

Xander placed his arms around the large vampire, glaring at Spike as the smaller vampire moved back and gave Angel's ass a sharp slap. "C'mon, childe, fuck 'im hard an' I might let ya come later."

Angel sank into the boy's hot tunnel and stilled for a moment, balls deep and amazed at the heat, and then he began to set a steady rythmn, fucking the boy steadily.

Spike's cock drooled as he fisted himself roughly, moving closer closer to enjoy the sight his demon had craved all year. Many was the time he'd soothed his demon with the picture in front of him now.

Spike walked behind Xander, grabbed the boys arms and held them behind Xander's head "Fuck 'im harder, childe, Fuck 'im though the soddin' mattress!" Angel looked up and his eyes locked with Spike's as he pistoned into Xander's hot ass. "Sire, please..need to come..so bad... please sire..."

Spike nearly came as Angel begged for release, all the time gazing imploringly into Spike's eyes.

It finally got too much for him and releasing Xander's arms he marched around behind Angel, slapping his ass hard to get him to stop. Angel held still, his large cock deep inside Xander, as he waited for his sire to position himself.

Spike split his childe open with one hard thrust. Angel moaned in pain as his hole was torn open by Spike's large cock. The smell of his childe's blood roused his demon's lust as Spike began to hammer inside, and after a moment Angel began to thrust into Xander again but harder now, as the smaller vampire pounded into his childe, doubling the power of Angel's thrusts.

Spike was hitting Angel's prostate with nearly every thrust, and his childe's desperate moans were sending towards the edge, as Angel begged his sire for the release he knew wasn't coming. The tormented "please sire...need it so much...sire please..." vibrated into Spike and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Spike bit deeply into Angel's shoulder as he spurted his seed into his childe's grasping hole.

Spike collapsed over Angel's back for a moment, recovering swiftly. Vampire stamina combined with the lovely smells of the two frustrated lovers under him had him hard again in almost no time.

"Well, that took the edge off nicely," Spike said, moving off Angel. His childe was still thrusting helplessly inside the boy, desperate to come, but it was futile while he had the cock ring on, and anyway Spike had no intention of allowing Angel to come tonight.

"Get back on ya knees," he ordered, and waited while Angel climbed off the boy and resumed his strained kneeling position on the floor. Angel had a nice case of blue-balls, Spike noticed with amusement, and his cock was a deep purple. He wasn't quite finished with that lovely cock though, so angel would just have to suffer a little longer.

Smiling at the thought, he returned his attention to his new pet , who was looking at him with trepidation.

"The only thing I like more than getting balls deep into a nice tight arse is having a hard cock splitting me open," Spike confided to the boy, "so once I get nice'n comfortable inside you, luv, I'm gonna get Angel to make us a Spike sandwich."

"Don't do this, please" Xander begged, twisting to get away as Spike climbed between his thighs, taking up the position Angel had just vacated. Xander had read about gay sex on the internet, but it was always described as extremely pleasurable, and what Angel had done to him hadn't been at all pleasurable. It had hurt, and Xander was grateful that Spike had stretched him first, as he knew enough to know he would have been damaged by Angel's cock otherwise.

Spike was a smaller vampire than angel, but his cock seemed just as big to the boy as his legs were lifted onto the blonde vampire's shoulders and Spike positioned his rock hard erection at his entrance and pushed slowly inside.

Spike couldn't believe the heat he could feel as he pushed inside. Oh fuck! fuck...so fucking tight...fuck...the heat...fuck...not losing this...fuck...

Xander thought he was going to be split in half as that huge blugeon forced it's way into him, but the pain was suddenly overshadowed by an incredible sensation as Spike's cock bumped against something inside him.

"Fuck! What the fuck? Spike...uhhhh...fuck.."

Spike smiled wickedly as he began to gently knock against Xander's prostate and felt the boy start to rock back, seating him more deeply inside with each thrust. His childe had known better than to give Xander any pleasure, knowing not to arouse his sire's ire. Spike wanted to be the sole source of pleasure and pain for his new pet.

"Sire.." Angel begged, lust building as he watched his Sire riding the boy.

"Uhhh..fuck...so tight...so good... get 'ere Childe...need ya..uhhhh yeah..fuck Xan...so good.."

Spike stilled his thrusts long enough for Angel to remove the butt plug Spike had been wearing and plunge deeply inside his lubed ass. Spike was into other people's pain, not his own.

Xander couldn't believe he was feeling this way, as Spike continued to stimulate that spot inside him, he felt like he couldn't get enough of this feeling, and wanted it to last forever, and at the same time knew he couldn't last much longer as his balls tightened and drew up.

"Spike.. not gonna last...gonna come.." he panted

Spike reached under him and wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of Xander's cock. "Don't come...not yet.." he hissed as he continued to hit that spot continuously, pounding harder into the boy's hot tunnel. "Ya don't get ta come 'til I do..."

Spike continued to pound into the boy's hot ass, his fingers bruising the boy's hips while his childe draped over his back fucking him hard with that gorgeous cock. The moans coming from both his partner's as they pleaded for release
was delectable and sending him over. Angel's not gonna get to come at all Spike decided with satisfaction, and that thought sent him spiraling over.</p>

"Come for me Pet," he grunted, releasing his iron grip on the boys cock. His pet's ass contracted around his cock as he came and he sank his fangs into the boy's shoulder, taking a mouthful of bittersweet tears...lust...fear...arousal... blood as he came harder than he had since he was a fledge, the boy's cries of "Spike.." going with him as he momentarily blacked out, collapsing onto the boy's broad chest. .

The boy had fainted with his release too, Spike discovered as he came back from the most intense orgasm of his long life. His Childe was still inside him, thrusting in a futile attempt at release, but not daring to remove the cock ring from his cruely constrained cock.

"Enough, Childe," he snarled, pushing Angel away, "You don't get to come until I say so." Angel collapsed down onto his knees gasping for unneeded breath, his engorged cock throbbing an angry purple. Large brown eyes looked at his sire beseechingly, but Spike's attention was already back on his boy. My boy, he thought, Mine, an' I'm keeping 'im. Beautiful pet he'll make, gonna mark 'im just right, put some beautiful bruises in all the right places. He ran a hand over the boy's face posessively. First thing we gotta get ya is a coller, luv. Get ya fitted out just right. He gave the face a sharp slap. "C'mon, rise'n'shine, pet, we got places to go."

Xander shook his head groggily, opening his eyes to see a pair of dazzling blue ones staring down at him.

"C'mon pet, we gotta get goin', Slayer'll be noticing you missin' soon and I wanna be long gone when she does."

"But you can't take me with you, Spike," the boy objected, pulling away. That earned him a quick backhand from a suddenly game-faced vampire.

"Can do anything I like, pet. An' it's about time you learned a little respect. You don't talk back to me, not ever, ya hear? An' it'll be 'yes, Master', an' 'no Master' from now on, or you'll be feeling m' bull whip on ya back before ya much older, yeah? Gonna have a properly disciplined pet, I am."

Xander gazed back in disbelief, but before he could say anything to further iritate the vampire Spike had spun around and walked over to Angel. "C'mon, childe, on ya feet, it's time ta go." He looked down at Angel's painful looking erection and laughed as he walked over to the fridge. Taking out a jug of chilled water he brought it back and poured it over Angel's cock while the fledge gritted his teeth and took it. "There ya go,luv," Spike said as he released the cock ring. "Ya know ya sire'll always take good care of ya."

Spike stood back and watched them both dressing. He had intended raping and then killing the boy, but at the first taste of his blood he knew he couldn't do it. The boy's blood was ambrosia, and his tight hot arse was heavens door. From the first taste of Xander's blood he knew he had to keep him. He knew it was possible to make the boy his pet, sharing enough blood to keep the boy thralled to him. He'd heard it could be done, but he'd never had the inclination before. He had it now. Soon as they were safely away from here, he was settling into a well hidden lair and claiming the boy as Pet.

Of course the boy would need some training, and Spike's cock hardened as he contemplated the schooling Xander would need and all the ways to train up a new pet properly. Oh yeah, luv, keeping you, worth keeping you are.

Xander glanced up to see his new master gazing at him with hot eyes, and quickly looked away, but not before he'd seen his master's hand rubbing his erection and realised what was on Spike's mind. He quickly finished dressing, trying to hide his growing erection from Spike.

Spike smelt the boy's arousal and his cock hardened fully. Damn, wanna fuck 'im through the floor, can't stay now, gotta get goin' He forced himself to herd his two lovers to the car. So the boy gets off on bein' dominated, huh? Goin' ta get plenty of domination now, he is, so it's all good, as the kids say.

Tying Xander to the front seat rewarded him with another waft of arousal from both Xander and his childe, and Spike smiled to himself. Unlife was good.

The End

</a></b></a>lusciousxander's Challenge
Okay, I've always been an innocent girl, but now I'm naughty and dirty and I wanna read that. I want a fic with Spike having control over both Xander and Angel. I want him to humilate them, use them, fuck them. The musts:

1- I want Xander to be still snarky and stubborn.
2- I want Angel to be angry and yet wiser than Xander in the sense that he knows that he must obey Spike or consequences will happen.
3- The three men hate and don't trust each other.
4- One of the kinks, I want Spike to make Xander lie on his back on the floor of the middle of the room and make Angel fuck him, and Xander must have his arms around Angel's neck, maybe mock him as being so weak like a woman, both are not allowed to cum. Spike fucks Angel while Angel fucks Xander. Spike cums. But orders them both not to. Spike walks behind Xander, takes his arms and hold them behind Xander's head and asks Angel to fuck him some more but with his eyes on Spike.

How Spike got the power over them? You think about it. What season? Anything after S5 Buffy will do, because I want Spike in the stage where he's hungry for any sort of power after being powerless for some years because of the chip.

Any takers?

Author's Note:
Spike refused to fuck Angel until after he'd held Xan's arms back, sorry, I just couldn't get him to co-operate. Plus a teensy hint of Spanderluv snuck in, sorry 'bout that.

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Master!verse - 2 - Discipline

2007-12-26T12:32:20Z

"Discipline," said Spike slowly, looking down at his subdued pet. "It all comes down to proper discipline."

Around him heads nodded, as his guests watched the Master vampire deal with his pet boy.

Xander felt his cock harden in anticipation. He was a sick fuck. It was wrong that he could want this. Crave it.

This crazy world had warped him somehow. Thirteen years as Spike's sex toy had probably had an effect too.

When the docters here soon after their arrival had reversed the chips polarity, Xander thought his days were numbered. Spike's chip now gave him orgasmic pleasure if he caused a human pain. Xander had envisioned a swift painful death.

Instead, Spike had kept Xander as his favorite pet, and Xander had discovered that pain was a turn on for him.

A huge turn on.

"Undo my belt," Spike told him now, and Xander hurried to obey, fumbling with the buckle in his haste. He could see his master's cock had hardened, and his breath hitched.

"Draw it out through the loops," Spike instructed, and Xander worked the thick leather belt through the worn loops of Spike's jeans as he wondered what use his master would put the belt to. Xander had felt the buckle end of Spike's belt against his naked back many times, but sometimes Spike was inventive.

"Over the table, arse in the air," Spike said as he took the belt from Xander's trembling hands.

When Xander was positioned to Spike's satisfaction, he placed the belt around Xander's throat, holding on to the ends like reins.

"Keep your head down," he told Xander as the boy lifted his head from the table, trying to ease the pressure on his throat.

Spike held the belt firmly in one hand and with the other pulled down his fly and released his hard erection.

Lining up his cock's blunt head with Xander's hole, he pushed forward slowly until he was seated deeply in Xander's well prepared ass. All Spike's sex-slaves were prepared thoroughly by the slave-master before they were sent to service his needs. Spike liked a well oiled ass at his disposal whenever he felt the need, and he'd never been a patient vampire.

Spike reached down now for the small riding whip hanging at his side.

"Don't come," he said and began whipping xander's back and sides as he thrust into the boy's ass, holding the belt around Xander's throat firmly in his other hand.

Spike was plunged into ecstasy as the chip began reacting to his actions, sending jolts of pleasure directly to his brain.

He had to stop whipping Xander for a moment before he blacked out from the pleasure. Fuck it felt good!

He continued to slowly fuck the boy's arse while he gained a bit of control, angling to hit the prostate on every thrust.

"Don't come," he hissed again, increasing the pace of his thrusts, slamming into Xander's ass and raising welts on Xander's thighs when he risked using the whip again as he neared completion.

Xander was in a frenzy not to come, but the choking sensation along with the whipping was sending him over.

Spike suddenly slammed in deeply and began to fill Xander with his cum. ""Don't come," he panted, "If you come, I'll have to punish you."

But it was too late, Xander was shattering, it had been days since Spike had allowed him to come, and the dam had burst.

*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*

When Xander was in any state to notice his surroundings again, he realised that the room had emptied, and he was alone with a very pissed off vampire. He was also wearing the cage.

"If you can't be trusted to behave yourself, you'll just have to wear that while I fuck you," Spike growled.

Xander's cock began to swell at the dominant tone Spike was using, but the cage he was wearing wasn't large enough to allow him to gain full size, and cramped painfully around his cock as it hardened.

He sucked in a breath at the pain, and his cock shrank back slightly.

He gazed at Spike in tredipdation.

Just being around Spike caused him to get hard, years of training had ensured that. He responded to Spike like one of Pavlov's dogs.

Already his cock was recovering and swelling again. He hissed as it reached it's limit and shrank back again.

"I'm gonna finish that fuck you interrupted so rudley," Spike said, reaching for his cock as he advanced on Xander.

Just the sight of his master's hard cock was a turn on for Xander and he immediately felt the pain of his own cock being crushed in the cage.

"Bend over and hold onto your ankles," Spike directed, moving up behind Xander and guiding his cock to Xander's hole.

Spike slid into the well stretched hole easily and began a leisurely fuck, making sure to angle himself just right. Xander started to pant as his prostate was stimulated, and then he cried out in pain as his erection, swelling fast, was crushed painfully in it's tight constraint.

"No noise," commanded Spike, as he increased the speed of his thrusts, "You put me off."

He continued to pump hard into Xander's ass, while his pet writhed in silent agony beneath him. The constant stimulation wasn't giving his cock a chance to shrink down, and it was pressing painfully against the bars of the cage. Spike had also added an innovation of his own, by pushing a few thumbtacks through the rubber strapping. The tiny sharp pinpricks were only felt fleetingly but added to Xander's torment.

Spike began speeding up, and reached around Xander to tweak his nipples, something Xander usually loved. He thought his cock was going to burst through the damn cage he was so turned on, but his cock had reached it's limit again and was retreating.

Xander thought he'd explode, his balls were so blue it was a constant ache.

Finally Spike collapsed across Xander's back, pulsing cool cum into his ass.

Xander maintained his position, he was well trained to wait until his master instructed him to move.

Spike had one hand on his hip holding him in place and was gently teasing Xander's balls with the other.

"You better get used to this little toy," Spike hissed at him as he straightened up. "You're gonna be wearing it until I think you can be trusted again."

Xander bit his lip to prevent a hasty retort. Fuck! How long? he thought.

*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*

The next few days went by in a haze of pain for Xander. Spike refused to allow him to remove the cage at all.

His morning wood being cramped painfully in the cage was his daily wake up call, and Spike sent for him each evening to spend a blissful (for Spike) few hours teasing and tormenting Xander while the chip fired away merrily. After an hour or so of this stimulation Spike would be so turned on he would finally just grab Xander and fuck him sensless.

At the end of the week Xander was close to promising Spike anything, if he'd just remove the cage.

He was near tears as he presented himself to the slave master for preparation after his evening meal on the fifth night.

The slave master walked him over to the shower, removed the cage and inserted the butt hose with a practised hand, then began soaping him down while warm soapy water swirled into his ass. He removed the hose when he was ready to rinse Xander down, then shoved a towel into Xander's hands while he prepared the butt plug Xander would wear until summoned.

The slave master never spoke, he couldn't, but as he silently oiled the large rubber dildo, Xander realised that the cage was gone. He felt his knees going weak with relief, nightmares of wearing it for the rest of his life slowly receeding.

As soon as he was dry he bent over to allow the slave-master to insert the plug, a perfect replica of his master's cock. He would wear this now until it was time to go to his master. Additional lube would be squirted into his hole when it was removed to ensure easy accessibility, and Xander would be alowed to slick one hand.

His cock started to harden as he wondered what this meant. Why had the cage been removed? Was Spike going to let him come tonight? Or would he have to prove he could be trusted by not coming? Xander's heart began to beat a bit faster as he envisioned what Spike might have in store for him.

It would have been easier if he found Spike repulsive, but he didn't. Xander's cock got hard just looking at the vampire, which was understandable, the guy was hot!

The slave master interrupted his musings to indicate that Xander was to put on the jewelery laid out for him. Xander placed a thin choke chain around his neck, bringing a flush of pleasure to his cheeks. Spike only instructed that he wear the chain when he was feeling especially tender towards his pet.

Next a heavy ruby in a silver setting, designed to hang from his nipple ring. The weight of the thing pulled at his nipple, stimulating the already tender flesh and sending sparks to his groin.

His soft leather harness had been cleaned and polished to a gleaming shine and he buckled it around his body and thighs with care. Spike didn't like to see the shine spoiled by clumsy fingermarks.

As he tied the last strap around his ankle he heard the bell clanging. It was time. He bent over again to have the dildo removed, and a generous squirt of lube applied, before turning and allowing the slave-master to escort him from the room.

He wasn't sure where he was to go, Spike's choice of room was usually a good indication of his mood, and for the last week Xander had been escorted to the play room, which was never good for the sex-slaves, though Spike seemed to enjoy it.

Tonight, though, the slave-master turned away from that corridor, and led the way to Spike's personal chambers.

Xander allowed himself to relax a bit.

*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*

Spike was a gorgeous sight as he reclined back on the enormous bed, amid a heap of pillows, wearing nothing but the silk trousers he preferred when at home.

Xander could see his master was already hard, as he palmed himself slowly through the silk. He surveyed Xander through heavily lidded eyes and smiled like a cat that had just swallowed a bucket of cream.

"Come in, Pet," he purred, and Xander realised suddenly that Spike had been sniffing rock. The hooded eyes, the lazy movements and the purr in his voice gave it away.

Xander wasn't sure if this was good or bad. Rock was a mild demon aprosdesiac that was widely used here, and Spike enjoyed it sometimes, saying it increased his sensitivity to the chip's stimulation. It was also supposed to increase sexual stamina, something Spike really didn't need, in Xander's opinion.

"Come over here, kneel by me," Spike waved Xander over with tigerish grace and petted his hair as he lowered himself beside the bed.

Spike reached towards the dangling ruby on Xander's chest and tugged on it, causing Xander's cock to become instantly hard, as though a button had been pressed. Xander's body had been trained over the years to respond to Spike's attentions, and pain turned him on, it always had, even before they'd come to this crazy world.

As Spike continued to torment his nipple, his cock began to leak steadily and he began to pant. "Such a responsive pet," Spike crooned, flicking at the ruby. "I found a new shower toy for you, pet," Spike confided. "It's a tiny silver bucket, you clip it to your ring here," he said, giving the ruby hanging from his abused nipple another tug. "Then under the shower it fills up with water and gets heavier and heavier.." he trailed off, glancing at Xander from under those hooded eyes, watching his reaction to the picture he'd just drawn.

Xander was getting harder just thinking of it. His eyes met Spike's and he knew he'd be wearing that bucket tonight.

"If you're a really good pet, I'm gonna let you come," he said.

Oh fuck, yes!

"But you have to wait until I tell you." he continued. "If you come too soon it's back into the cage for you," he warned.

"Thank you, Master" Xander said in a hoarse whisper, terrified he might change his mind, or think he hadn't been good enough.

"I think I'd like a bit of a suck before our shower," he said, and lay back on the pillows watching his pet through his lashes.

Xander wasted no time tonight, but moved quickly to release Spike's cock and bring his mouth down to the hard flesh. He licked along the length first, Spike always enjoyed that, and he heard him hiss as he licked the purple head before taking as much as he could into his mouth and sucking hard.

Sucking Spike's cock always made Xander incredibly horny, and he fought to stay calm as he sucked on his treat, but it was hard. Only the thought of the cage worked, and gave him some control.

Spike had promised him that he'd be allowed to come tonight, but Xander knew he had a long way to go first, and he'd have to stay in control until his master had come at least three or four times first.

Xander cupped Spike's heavy balls in his hand, rolling them gently as he worshipped the hard flesh in his mouth.

Spike was panting now, fast unneeded breaths as he approached the edge, and Xander redoubled his efforts even as he fought not to come himself. Spike had his fingers entwined in Xander's hair, gasping words in a stream as he fucked the willing mouth...."Fuck..yes...aahh..Xanluv...fuck yeesssssss!" .. gripping suddenly tighter as he exploded in pleasure. Xander swallowed it all, as Spike insisted, lapping gently at the softening cock as he allowed it to slip from his mouth, before putting his master's cock away.

His balls were a solid ache between his legs, he needed to come so badly, his needy cock leaking continuously, but he was proud of the control he'd managed to maintain.

Spike needed very little recovery time at any time, but with his system buzzing from the Rock, he was hard again almost instantly.

Glancing at Xander's needy leaking cock, his eyes narrowed.

"I don't remember giving you permission to get hard, luv," he murmured, reaching across the bed to the crop on the side table.

Xander swallowed nervously. When his master was high he craved the extra pleasure that he could get from the chip. Everything was magnified, and Spike had sometimes lost consiousness as the pleasure centres in his brain overloaded from the hyper-pleasure the drug induced sensitivity caused.

Sitting up against the bedhead, Spike patted his thigh invitingly. "Across you go, pet," he said, his cock twitching in anticipation as he watched Xander position himself.

He gave Xander's firm cheeks a slap and admired the pink tinge that rose to the surface.It made him hungry, and he knew better than to allow his hunger to grow when he was with a sex-slave, especially when he was high. Picking up a small handbell, he rang it loudly and was almost immediately answered by the servant on duty.

"Send up two from the larder," he said, and waited impatiently for the food to arrive.

A plump young female and a slender male shortly arrived and sank down on their knees before him, ignoring Xander spread across Spikes lap as though he didn't exist.

Spike grabbed a plump tit in one hand as he sank his teeth into the girl's neck, draining her quickly. She sank in a dead faint to the ground as he turned to the male. "Don't worry, mate, that took the edge off," he reassured him as he proceeded to take what he needed from the boy's neck.

He stopped drinking when the lad showed signs of swooning, and signaled him to remove the girl as he left. "Get the Larder-master to take a look at her," he instructed as the boy carried her unconsious body from the room.

"Damn, I was hungrier than I realised," Spike said with rueful glance at Xander."Now, Pet, where were we? Ah, yes," he crowed as he brought the crop down on Xander's buttocks, "we were about...here."

*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*

Xander followed his master to the bathroom, his ass on fire. Spike had come twice while he disciplined Xander, but the rock gave him unlimited stamina, and his Master's cock jutted out from his body as he rested against the shower wall.

"Here's your new shower toy," he said now, attaching the heavy silver bucket to Xander's nipple ring. It was about the size of a tea cup, and Xander's cock hardened as he imagined the increased weight tugging at his nipple when the thing filled with water.

Spike turned on the water and pulled Xander with him under the spray. Both watched as the water ran down Xander's chest into the bucket and began to fill it.

As the weight of the water pulled at his nipple, heat shot to Xander's groin and his cock filled. Smirking, Spike pushed Xander around and guided his throbbing erection between the boy's arse cheeks. "Brace y'self, luv," he ordered as he slid balls deep into the hot tight slickness.

His chip had been keeping up a steady background pleasure pulse all evening thanks to the drug, and when he'd whipped Xander's arse he'd come close to losing consiousness from pure ecstasy. But nothing came close to this.

Draping himself over the broad back, he pounded into Xander, reaching around to swing the little bucket with one hand and take a grip on Xander's cock with the other.

"Master...." Xander gasped as he pushed back against the hard flesh impaling him and then forward into the tight hand.

"Don't come!" Spike hissed as he furiously fucked his pet. "Wait for it.... wait for it...."

Xander could feel his balls drawing up and fucked back frantically, and then he heard his Master say "Come for me, pet" and felt Spike's fangs pierce his neck.

Xander saw white light as he lost consiouness, his arse muscles pulsing around Spike's cock, causing his Master to faint dead away too, from the powerful surge of drug enhanced pleasure.

The End

Master!verse - 1 - Master

2007-12-26T12:26:54Z

Lubed...

Stretched...

Submissive...

Kneeling...

Eyes down...

Dressed in strips of leather that revealed more than concealed and left him open to instant access...

Perfect.

Just as he had ordered. Spike gazed with growing lust on the kneeling figure displayed for his pleasure.

Spike insisted on complete obedience from all his sex slaves and was quick to punish any faults. Xander tried not to give him any reason these days, but, of course, his punishments were subject to his master's whims, as Spike was Xander's lawful owner and Master and could punish any transgression, real or imagined. When they had first arrived in this strange universe Xander had resisted his fate strenuously, but the years here had worn his resistance away.

Humans were little more than domestic food animals or, if they were lucky, favoured pets. Vampires ruled over all with an iron fist.

Spike had adapted to this world with enthusiasm and quickly moved up the ranks to become lord and master of a sizable territory.

The scientists of this world had been fascinated by Spike's chip. They hadn't tried to remove it, and Xander often wished that they had, instead they had simply reversed the polarity of the signal.

The copyright had made Spike extremely wealthy

Reversing the polarity meant that now the chip gave Spike jolts of pure ecstasy when he caused a human pain, almost incapacitating him with pleasure, and making him instantly hard.

Spike spent most of his time horny these days.

And the vampires of this world were lining up to have the chip implanted.

*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*

Xander watched as his Master walked over and ran his hand through Xander's long hair. He could see Spike's hard length pushing against the silk trousers he usually wore here.

Vampire stamina.

Sometimes Spike would go weeks without sending for Xander, letting his favorite pet rest while he made use of one or more of the many other slaves he owned, men and women, depending on his mood.

Often more than just one.

Xander was left alone in reasonable comfort in the harem quarters, though the slave-master put all the sex-slaves through a grueling daily physical workout in order to keep them fit and supple for their master's use.

But Spike had sent for Xander three nights running now, and his body was feeling the effects of his master's attentions.

Spike moved to where he could see Xander's erect nipples, framed by leather straps, one pierced with a silver ring and the other unadorned. He leaned down and suckled on the pierced tit, which hardened instantly. Taking the ring between even white teeth Spike tugged gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to Xander's groin, while he tried to maintain an impassive stance.

Releasing the nipple he rubbed the neglected one between his finger and thumb, then pinched it hard, giving it a sharp painful twist before releasing it.

Xander's breathing increased rapidly at this treatment.

So did Spike's.

He was panting short unneeded breaths as his body shook to the pleasure the chip was giving him at Xander's twinge of pain.

Holding out a small nipple clip he said "Put it on."

Xander fumbled with the little device, hissing as it bit down on his tender flesh. Last night's session had not ended well, and he was still tender.

Xander wondered when he would learn instant obedience. It still came hard, despite the years of training he'd endured.

He had failed to respond to one of Spike's commands fast enough last night, and Spike had disciplined him for it in an extended punishment session, using a leather flogger repeatedly across his chest, catching his nipples painfully. The damn vampire had managed to come three times during Xander's punishment thanks to that bloody chip.

They had been in the shower, water being one of his master's kinks. Spike had been leaning back against the wall, head thrown back waiting for Xander to give him a blow job, and Xander had been too slow.

Deeply tucked into the deepest corner of Xander's brain was the knowledge that he'd been slow because he'd been gazing at the picture of beauty Spike made like that, dripping wet, with his hard cock jutting out proudly from his compact body. He'd been lost for precious moments, and Spike was never patient.

Spike looked satisfied now, though, his eyes hot as he gazed at Xander's appearance, and his erection pushing against the thin silk containing it.

Xander held the position of favoured pet. A position he needed to hang onto, or risk joining the slaves in Spike's larder.

Spike very carefully kept his larder and his harem separate.

Spike usually came when he ate, the rush of blood combining with pleasure from the chip would send him spiraling over the edge by the second or third food-slave. Vampire stamina meant he usually came two or three times during meal times

Dinner usually resembled an orgy, as the food-humans became aroused by the bite and turned to each other as their master discarded each one in turn, turning to the next.

The larder slaves had a short life-span though, as Spike too often forgot to stop draining when caught in the throes of orgasm.

Draining your slave was considered the height of bad manners, the vampires of this world made do with small amounts of blood taken from a dozen or so humans at a time.

Spike tried, but as he was happy to admit, he had no manners.

Sitting down on a well padded couch, he relaxed back and ran a shapely hand over his erection.

"Well, come on pet, my cock's not going to fuck itself," he said, gesturing for Xander to move forward and straddle his lap, facing him.

The strips of leather Xander was wearing did nothing to conceal his erection and his cock pressed against the cool silk of Spike's trousers. Xander could feel Spike's thick cock pressing back through the thin fabric, hard against his.

In this position, a favorite of Spike's, Xander's nipples were level with Spike's mouth. Taking Xander's nipple ring between his teeth Spike began to play with it.

Xander's nipples were very sensitive which Spike was well aware of. Xander found it impossible to stay still during any kind of nipple play, and was instantly squirming in Spike's lap.

As Xander squirmed, causing his cock to rub against Spike's, his Master started to pant and tug harder at the little ring between his teeth, while twisting the other nipple between finger and thumb, receiving little jolts of pleasure continuously from the chip, making him desperatly horny.

"That's right...there's a good pet, lovely little slut you are..." he murmured hoarsely as his free hand moved around to cup Xander's ass.

Xander felt two fingers pushing impatiently inside him, easily breaching his slick hole thanks to the thorough preparation his ass had received earlier from the slave-master's toys.

Spike now had an urgent need to penetrate Xander without delay, his cock was leaving a wet mark against the silky fabric between them and he had three fingers pumping Xander's ass.

"Oh fuck..so hot..fuck..need...now!.." he panted as he released his erection and pushed it up against Xander's ass cheeks.

"Come on pet...mount me now...there's a good...oh fuck....yessss.." he hissed as Xander raised himself and reached for Spike's cock.

Xander's right hand was lubed in readiness for this, and he slid his fingers over the thick mushroom head, coating it as well as he could before impaling himself on nine inches of thick hard flesh.

Spike pushed up hard, thrusting in to the hilt. Xander was given barely a moment to adjust to the intrusion before he was grabbed by the hips and Spike began fucking him hard.

Spike hadn't stopped sucking and biting at Xander's nipple, making the other one hyper sensitive for some attention too, much to Xander's shame. He felt he'd come on the spot if Spike so much as brushed against it. It ached for attention.

Spike's cock was hitting Xander's prostrate at every thrust, and he started to panic as he hadn't been given permission to come.

As if he'd read Xander's mind, Spike glanced up through his eyelashes, teeth still tweaking Xander's abused nipple. "You want to come?" he asked as his thrusts increased in speed.

Xander was shaking with need, he hadn't been allowed to come at all for the past few nights, and twice in the past he'd suffered the penalty for bringing himself off, thanks, and he wouldn't be doing that ever again.

Xander could feel his balls tightening and nodded his head frantically. "Please Master..." he moaned

The neglected nipple was near Spike's hand and Xander twisted a bit to move it closer. Spike realised suddenly what Xander was doing, and chuckled.

Without slowing his thrusts, he reached across and gave the nipple a sharp pinch, then began tugging on it.

Both of them hissed with pleasure.

"Come for me pet," he said softly as Xander spurted all over his chest before collapsing. As Xander faded to black he felt Spike pulsing inside his hole. Spike was coming and Xander was content.

The End

Pavlov's Dog - Chapter 7 - Pavlov's Mirror

2007-12-26T12:09:06Z

Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spander Files, anyone else, please ask.
Warning: BDSM, Non-consensual, sexual torture. Don't try this at home.
Not a nice story. Nasty dark smut. Really.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.
Inspiration for this came from Lady Cat's Lessons and Juliatheyounger's Remote Control but I took their bunnies and ran off in a totally different direction, so don't blame them.
Beta'd by Laazikaat but I kept playing with it so any mistakes are my own.
Summary: Spike's chip can give pleasure as well as pain
Constructive feedback always appreciated.

Earlier Chapters

Xander's cock hardened rapidly as he walked into the playroom.

In front of him he could see Spike kneeling naked in the required position on the bed.

He was kneeling face down, his tight ass high in the air and his feet stretched wide apart by the long bar attached to his ankle cuffs. Spike's cock was rock hard in it's cockring and responding to Xander's growing lust.The chip had started to stimulate him the moment Xander had reacted to the sight of him.

But what was causing Xander's cock to rise were the images on each of the screens on the surrounding walls, like perfect reflections of the scene in front of him.

Cameras on each wall were trained on the bed, transmitting perfect pictures to the huge flatscreen wall monitors.

With a flick of a switch on the panel by the door, Xander could change the cameras over to the ones aimed at the whipping post, or to the set focased on the fuck-bench.

It had cost Xander a lot of the money Spike had earned from his sessions with the Doms, but Xander knew it had been worth every dollar.

Walking forward he could see himself reflected on the wall screens almost like a mirror image. Spike was panting slightly, as the extreme pleasure Xander was feeling was transmitted through the chip.

Xander ran a hand over Spike's back and watched as his action was repeated on all the screens. He noticed that on each screen and from each angle, Spike was beautiful. The vampire was in perfect condition, being supplied with a plentiful supply of fresh blood daily.

Xander was proud of his own body too. The playroom was equipped these days with proper gym equipment, and Xander kept himself in shape. The sight on the screens of his body bending over Spike's was having the effect on him that he had known it would.

He reached for Spike's hard cock, and turned to see multiple Xanders grasping a cock each. His breathing sped up. Spike arched into his hand, but as he was wearing a ball gag he remained soundless. Xander had wanted to concentrate on what he could see on the screens this first day, and wanted no noise from Spike to distract him.

"Don't come," Xander said as he removed the cock-ring and reached for the thin riding crop hanging on it's hook at the head of the bed, Xander gave an experimental swipe at the back of Spike's thighs.

As the images on the monitor faithfully reproduced the lash from different angles, and he saw each Spike arch up in pain, with the sound of the blow echoing from wall mounted speakers, his cock jerked up and the surge of lust that jolted through him was comparable, he thought, to what Spike must feel from the chip.

"Oh christ, Spike!" he gasped, "That's incredible!"

Spike's eyes were closed, his face flushed, a sign of the extreme pleasure response he was experiencing from the chip. Small muffled sounds came from his gagged mouth.

Xander took a firm hold of his own cock as he began to whip Spike's ass, eyes darting at each monitor in turn as he jerked at his erection with his free hand.

Spike was sobbing around the ball gag as his body jerked to the jolts of ecstasy pumping from the chip at each lash of Xander's whip.

Xander couldn't hold back any longer. Throwing the crop down, he took hold of the butt plug in Spike's ass and slid it out. Without waiting to lube himself, knowing Spike's ass would still be slick from his earlier preparations, Xander pushed inside.

Watching his onscreen cock vanishing into Spike's body as he pushed inside was incredible. He pulled out, watching the images on the walls mirroring his action, and then thrust back in.

Leaning down over Spike's back, he began to hammer into Spike's ass, watching himself pounding into the smaller body under him. On the screen he could see Spike's face, eyes also staring at a wall monitor, a look of wild pleasure on his face.

He smiled as his eyes met Spike's. This was as good as having mirrors. Better, in fact, as it was all being recorded, to watch whenever he felt the urge.

Suddenly he felt the need to test each set-up. Pulling out with a groan, he moved away from the enticing sight on the bed.

"Spike, take off the gag," he said, climbing off the bed.

Spike did so, gasping with relief as he'd been very close to coming when Xander had pulled out. Xander would have had to punish him if he'd come without permission, and he didn't want another session with the cage. Spike was glad of the reprieve.

"Unclip the bar, I want you over at the post," Xander continued, walking over to the door switches to adjust the settings. "And put the cock ring back on, I saw how close you were."

He walked back to join Spike at the post, deftly clipping Spikes wrist cuffs to the bolts at each end of the post's cross bar. Spike's engorged cock was purple, and tightly bound now by the thin strip of leather.

"Look around Spike, it's fantastic," he urged. His cock jerked in anticipation as he picked up the whip resting against the post and multiple Xanders in unison each picked up their own whip.

As he watched himself bring his arm up, and flicking the thong of the whip back over his shoulder he felt a stronger surge of lust shoot through him than he'd ever felt before. His cock became impossibly, painfully hard and he heard Spike gasp as the chip reacted.

Xander brought the whip down at a slight angle, causing a bright red welt to appear from Spike's left shoulder almost to his right thigh. Spike screamed, and then sagged into the retraints as a stronger bolt of pure pleasure than ever before exploded into his brain.

Spike's image on monitors all round the room convulsed in ecstasy as Xander continued using the whip. He took a firm grip on the base of his cock to stop his impending orgasm. He still wanted to check the set-up for the fuck bench.

Dropping the whip he moved back to a limp Spike and unclipped the restraints. Spike all but dropped to the floor.

"Come on,luv, I want to make sure the camera's are set up right for the fuck-bench too," he said as he urged the gasping vampire over to the bench. "Where are your nipple-clips? We need them."

"Some spare..in the drawer..bottom of bench.." Spike panted.

Xander bent down and removed the vicious little things. Spike's nipples were already erect, Xander clipped first one and then the other pointy little clip to each nipple. The sharp points sank straight in to the tender flesh, and blood started to bead almost straight away.

"Lean over the bench," Xander ordered, carefully tossing the delicate chains attached to the nipple clips over to the far side of the bench. Moving to the other side, Xander attached the ends of the chains to the metal loops designed for that purpose. Spike was effectivly pinned into place.

Xander stood back to admire his handiwork. "Lovely," he breathed, looking at each monitor in turn. Now with the monitors,he'd be able to watch Spike's nipples being tormented by the clips as he fucked him, something he'd imagined but never been able to see.

Walking over to one of the cameras, he adjusted the zoom for a close up shot. "Lovely.." he repeated.

Xander walked back to the bench and started to lower it. "Spread your legs, luv," he said, "I want you as wide as you can go today." Finally Spike was bent double over the bench, his ankle cuffs attached to the bolt at each end of the bench. It had taken Xander a lot of time and patience over these last few months to coax Spike's legs to such a wide spread.

Xander was panting in lust at the sight, he didn't know where to look first. The side image was totally erotic, with a view of Spike from the side, his face almost touching the floor, his beautiful ass straining over the bench, and his legs stretched painfully wide and trembling.

But he was finding it hard to drag his eyes away from the close up of Spike's tortured nipples, small drops of blood beading slowly where the point pierced them from the tension on the delicate but strong chains. Spike was panting, and even that small movement caused the points to dig in more deeply as the chains tightened.

Xander moved up behind Spike, and watched as Xanders on each wall lined themselves up with Spike's trembling body.

Without warning he drove his cock into Spike, and began to pound himself to orgasm. He'd waited too long, he'd lost all control as he hammered into the tight ass strapped down so invitingly for him.

All over the room, Xanders were fucking Spikes, and Xander watched entranced by the close up view of Spike's nipples being pulled on and released, pulled on and released at each thrust of Xander's cock into Spike's abused hole.

Spike was pumping his cock against nothing as he franticaly sought release, the design of the fuck-bench ensuring he thrust against nothing but air. Xander felt it was a shame Spike had been allowed to come the day before, but it was a strict rule that Spike was only allowed to come once in a single week, so Xander could do nothing for him.

Spike knew the rules. He also knew the penalty for breaking them, and Xander was momentarily tempted to remove Spike's cock ring just to see how strong his vampire's control was, but just then Spike began screaming "Please...master...fuck...I can't...pleeeeeeeese...." for release and that sent Xander soaring into orgasm.

Colapsing over Spike's back he watched his image spurting his come deeply into the writhing body under him. The orgasm seemed to intensify with watching it.

The chip's response gave Spike the pleasure he'd been craving, though his lack of orgasm would create a different sort of need in him shortly.

Xander hugged that sweet thought with him as darkness fell.

TBC

Pavlov's Dog - Chapter 6 - Pavlov's Renovations

2007-12-26T11:57:57Z

Spike lay stretched naked along the couch, his head in Xander's lap, suckling on Xander's cock as Xander gave the reddened ass presented so enticingly another sharp slap with one of his favorite paddles.

Xander liked this paddle for its rough sandpaper surface and the holes cut to reduce resistance so it didn't tire his arm during extended sessions.

Spike's ass felt as if it was on fire, but he was hardly aware of the pain due to his cock's agony as it ached and throbbed in the cage he'd been wearing all day. He was nearly out of his mind with the need to come, as Xander had had him in a cock ring for the previous few days. Spike gave incredible head when he was desperate to come like this, and Xander was enjoying himself despite the playroom being out of action. Pulses of pleasure surged from the chip as Xander gazed at the video playing on the large TV screen in front of them.

Xander was having a relaxing day in front of the TV during renovations to the playroom. Workmen were installing cameras and large monitors on each of the playroom's walls, so he could watch the action in real time, almost like having mirrors on the walls. Thankfully the soundproofing was effective, which was a good thing as Xander was watching a recording filmed during one of Jakes visits, and he liked the sound this new whip made as it cracked down on Spike's flesh and didn't want to turn the volume down.

The sound of leather against flesh was always a turn on for Xander, especially well oiled leather. He'd been spanking Spike in time with the whipping on the screen and the noises coming from the TV were adding to Xander's pleasure. Spike was always very noisy when being whipped, and the recorded moans were adding to Xander's arousal.

Spike's ass was a brilliant red and purple hue now, and Xander's gaze lingered on it fondly. It still surprised him that giving Spike a simple paddle spanking could get him so hard, but he supposed simple was sometimes best. Spike always gave incredible head during a spanking, and even more so when Xander had worked him up to fever pitch of need like now.

Spike was almost sobbing with need as his clever tongue worked on the slit of Xander's cock. He suddenly increased the suction and swallowed Xander whole, working the large cock with his throat muscels.

The video playing on the TV had reached one of Xander's favorite parts, TV Spike was stretched out face down on the fuck bench, his back an attractive pattern of crisscrossed red stripes from the whipping he'd just received, sucking on Xander's cock while TV Jake crouched between TV Spike's legs. TV Jake had his well lubed fist inside TV Spike's ass, and Xander hardened even more as he watched TV Jake's arm slowly pushing it's way deeper into TV Spike's body. He watched the Dom take hold of his own cock with his free hand, pulling on it spasmodically as he worked on Spike's ass.

Raising the paddle again Xander gave Spike's tender ass another hard slap which made Spike moan around the cock in his mouth as the chip kicked in. The vibrations around his cock were sending Xander to the edge, he knew he wouldn't last much longer as he reached for one of Spike's reddened nipples and gave it a twist.

"Harder, Spike...harder...aahh..yessss...." he moaned, bucking up into Spike's mouth as Spike redoubled his efforts, massaging Xander's heavy ball sac as his mouth worked frantically on the hard cock.

Spike's cock pushed hard against the bars of it's cage as the pleasure from the chip threatened to overwhelm him. It was a smaller cage than the old one, as Spike had managed once to come while wearing the larger one, to Xander's amazement.

The beating he'd received for that had left him unable to move for nearly a day, and Xander had arranged to have another smaller cage constructed.

The new one gave him almost no room for expansion, and was agonizing if he got hard, which was happening now. Xander was pressing a finger inside his ass, and Spike knew he had to come this time or explode.

Xander thrust up savagely into the wet suction engulfing him, pumping rapidly as his orgasm began to roll over him. He snapped open the release catch on the cage with his free hand and reaching for Spike's tortured cock he squeezed and massaged it to throbbing life.

Spike's sobs of pain/pleasure sent Xander over, but he continued to pleasure Spike into a prolonged orgasm as he ejaculated spurts of jism over them both. Spike exploded into an extended orgasm, finally collapsing unconsious across Xander's lap, with Xander passed out over him.

Xander recovered first, and lay back against the couch with a satisfied smile. There was a lot to be said for a simple paddle spanking, but he was really looking forward to using the new monitors tomorrow.

TBC

Pavlov's Dog - Chapter 5 - Pavlov's Bench

2007-12-26T11:52:46Z

Spike was bent over the Fuck-Bench again

It had become Master's favourite piece of equipment, and Spike could be found being fucked over it by Master nine days out of ten.

Master had spent a lot of time designing it especially for Spike

It looked at first glance like a wooden excersise horse found in any gymnasium, until you looked again.

It was five foot long, with restraint rings running along the base at 3 inch intervals. It came up to just below Spike's waist but was fully adjustable, and could be lowered as needed, which was often the case when master strapped his ankles to the restraint rings, forcing his feet as far apart as his legs would stretch.

With practise Master had managed to get Spike's legs stretched apart to almost the full width of it now, and he'd had to lower the bench a lot to allow Spike to bend over it properly.

Master got hard, he'd confided to Spike, when he looked at Spike stretched out like that, ass muscles straining and thighs trembling so nicely

Master liked to use the nipple clamps to keep him in position.

After positioning Spike carefully over the bench he would fasten the chains attached to the clips to two of the rings on the far side of the Fuck-Bench.

He always fastened them very firmly, giving Spike no leeway for movement. At the slightest twitch from Spike they bit deeply.

But the worst of the bloody thing in Spike's mind was the fact that it had a vacant area between the red leather padded bench and the supporting base unit.The solid part of the base unit only reached his knees.

Then posts at each corner supported the bench. His cock was left to fuck thin air while master was buggering him.

Which was happening now.

"Fuck, so tight...so fucking good...fuck, Spike..."

Of course the pleasure response from the chip nearly doubled when Master used the Fuck-Bench, he could get his cock in so deeply when he had Spike bent nearly double like this.

Spike bucked back wildly onto Master's cock, causing a little more blood to drip from his tortured nipples, but the pain only turned him on more, and he humped his bound cock frantically against the air, desperate to come.

Master hadn't let him come all week, enjoying the increasingly desperate vampire's neediness.

Spike's head jobs were unbelievable when he was in this state, and Master had enjoyed one from him earlier this afternoon.

Suddenly the chip fired off a salvo of extreme high end pleasure that Spike knew meant Master was at the edge and about to come. He sobbed in torment, desperate to come and then felt Master's hand at his cock, releasing the cock ring and giving a few tugs on Spike's purple cock.

"Fuck..too good...coming...wait for it!...ahhh...fuck! Fuck!...come for me, Spike" With a sob of joy Spike spasmed into ecstacy, clenching around Master's huge cock and sending him toppling over.

When Spike was capable of thought again, he prayed master would never tire of the Fuck-Bench.

The End

Pavlov's Dog - Chapter 4 - Pavlov's Home

2007-12-26T11:48:18Z

Spike nearly passed out with the pleasure that surged through his body when Master came into the playroom. Jake had come over earlier to test a new whip, and had strapped the vampire to the whipping post in the center of the room, his hands chained high above his head, pulling him up onto his toes.

His back was covered in evenly spaced red welts beaded with blood.

The picture he made had Master's cock rock hard before he was fully through the door, sending the chip into overload

The new whip Jake had wanted to test had been particuarly harsh, raising red welts quite early on in the session and not taking long to break the skin. This seemed to inflame the dom who had applied the whip with enthusiasm.

Spike's back was raw and he was trembling with lust, futiley humping thin air in an attempt to gain some friction against the post. The ankle braces holding his legs apart didn't allow him close enough to the post to allow more than a light brush against it, only adding to the vampire's frustration.

Xander could see Jake's massive erection straining at his briefs, but the Doms all knew that only his Master's cock was allowed to breach the vampire's ass.

Whips, paddles, testing various 'toys', even fisting was okay, but Xander was the only one who got to fuck that tight ass.

The word that Xander had a Sub for rent who could take anything dished out had spread quickly in specialized circles and Xander now had a large clientel of Dom's who paid him highly for time with Spike.

The money had allowed them to move out of the run down mansion last year and buy this small house in the better part of Sunnydale, complete with the large basement he'd converted into a 'playroom'

Xander glanced at the clock on the wall and then back to the heated scene in front of him.

He wanted inside that beautiful ass. "Two more minutes, Spike" he said to the panting vampire, palming the large bulge in his pants with anticipation.

Spike's cock became even harder, if that was possible, and precome dripped steadily from the tip. He had a beauiful cock, Xander thought, gazing with appreciation at the hard flesh jutting out from the vampire.

Of course Xander was oversized himself, and always had a bit of trouble forcing his huge cock into Spike's tight hole. He was eternally grateful to Angelus for turning Spike before fucking him, ensuring Spike's ass was tight and virginal forever.

Jake finished up and turned to Xander.

"This is a good whip, Mr Alexander," he said. "Light, flexible, it doesn't tire the wrist, and the barbs at the tips give a very satisfying result.

"You think I should add it to the collection?" Xander asked, glancing at the large array of whips lining one wall of the room. "I certainly recommend it," Jake nodded, as he started to unchain the needy vampire and walk him over to the bed.

"You're probably right, I'll order it in tomorrow,"Xander said, eager now to hurry Jake out of the room.

As usual Spike needed help to walk as he was wearing the large butt plug Xander insisted he wear for his visits. He minced painfully along now, leaning heavily on Jake's arm and slowly placing one foot a fraction in front of the other, as he made his way across the room.

Xander's cock got harder as he watched.

Finally Spike was kneeling in the required position on the bed, face down on the pillow, tender ass up in the air.

Xander was harder than usual as he'd been watching the session on the camera moniter set up in the loungeroom

He loved watching Spike prepare himself for their evening session each day, and had set up a series of cameras to catch the show.

He found it a good way to take the edge off, though sometimes he lost control and ran into the playroom to pounce on the vampire and fuck him into oblivion before he'd finished his preparations.

At exactly 4 pm each day Spike would stop whatever he'd been doing and walk into the bathroom. Once undressed he would climb into the enormous bathtub and pick up the first of the small hoses hanging on the wall bracket.

Inserting the first hose deeply into his hole he squirted high pressure soapy water up his ass.

It always amused Xander to see the way the vampire's knees started to give way under the assault. His cock would start to harden in anticipation.

The second hose squirted clear water and the last hose squirted a rose scented oily gell high up into his hole.

Hanging up the last hose Spike would quickly finish showering and walk naked into the playroom and over to the table of 'toys'

He glanced at the white board positioned above it where Xander would have written the list of toys he wanted to use for their session.

Spike read through the short list and began to prepare himself.

Xander had specified the nipple clamps with the Level 4 weights and the leather cockring.

Also on the list were the ankle straps and the 3 foot spreader bar which clipped at each end to the ankle straps and kept Spikes legs stretched apart.

Spike picked them all up and tossed them over to the bed, keeping the cock ring. His cock was already hard just by coming into this room, so it didn't take him a moment to attach it. That was all for today, except for the butt plug of course, which was a compulsory item and always to be worn for Master.

Picking up the huge butt plug, Spike quickly coated it with lube and getting down on his hands and knees began the slow tortorous job of getting his tight hole ready to accomadate the monstrous thing.

It was an amazing thing Master had found one day in a store he suspected had a demon clientel, almost as thick as spike's wrist.

First one finger, then two were inserted into his ass and scissored to stretch the tight ring of muscle at his entrance

Xander would always be rock hard by now, and rubbing his cock through his trousers.

By the time Spike had four fingers pumping into his hole Xander would have his cock out and be keeping time with the vampire's thrusts

But the best sight was seeing the vampire slowly inserting the massive butt plug, watching the ring of muscle expanding impossibly wide to accept it.

This was where Xander usually began to lose control. He tried his best to hold back but as the lengh of thick hard rubber vanished slowly into Spike's hole he found his hand speeding up despite himself.

Spike finally had the base flush with his ass and fastened the straps that kept it firmly in place.

He hobbled slowly and carefully over to the bed

But today he'd been interupted at this point.

Just as the vampire had begun to climb onto the bed Jake had arrived unexpectedly with his new whip.

Jake paid an enormous amount for the freedom to arrive when he needed to, with minimum notice. Xander had known he was on his way but had been enjoying the show too much to warn Spike.

Jake took hold of the vampire and had him shoved up against the whipping post before Spike realised what was happening

Xander had enjoyed watching the Dom play with his new whip, but the interuption had been timely, and Xander hadn't finished his wank.

His cock was hard enough now to hammer through the wall.

Now as Xander stared at the vampire he realised Spike had been interupted before he'd finished getting himself prepared

"Well, pet," he said as he walked up to the bed, "You haven't followed the instructions I left for you. The spreader bar's not attached and neither are the nipple clamps."

Spike's lust-raddled brain tried to make sense of Master's words. bar? ..clips? ...???

Xander realised his vampire was too far gone and reached across for the thin crop hanging at the end of the bed. A few slashes across the back of Spike's thighs got his attention nicely.

"The clips, Spike, the spreader bar Spike, and hurry the fuck up, I can't wait much longer" Xander exclaimed impatiently

Hurredly Spike attached the clips to his nipples, wincing as the sharp little things bit, and then attached the weights which made them bite even more.

It was nothing though compared to wearing the tiny silver buckets which master liked him to do when they showered together.

The sensation as the little buckets attached to the clips slowly filled with water, getting heavier every moment and tugging down on the clips was indescribable.

Another slash with the crop had Spike reaching quickly for the spreader bar. Still kneeling he placed it behind him, and stretching his legs apart positioned his feet at each end of it.

Twisting round first one way and then the other he locked the bar to his ankle straps.

His thigh muscels spasmed a bit at the strain but he was used to the bar and they soon relaxed. Master had recently mentioned getting a 4 foot bar, and he hoped he wouldn't have to wear it while kneeling.

"Oh fuck, yeesss!" crowed Xander as he looked at Spike's straining ass cheeks. He undid the straps and tore the buttplug from Spike's tortured hole, plunging in balls deep in one savage thrust.

"Fuck! So fucking tight! So fucking perfect!"

Spike's chip started to redline from Xander's intense pleasure, and he rocked back against Master's cock frantically

Xander knew he'd come too close to the brink watching Jake earlier and wasn't going to last.

He decided to leave Spike's cockring on, this fuck would take his own edge of nicely and they could have a longer session later.

And Spike was even more intense and eager to please when he'd not been allowed to come for awhile.

Maybe he'd have him on the new Fuck-Bench that had arrived yesterday.

It was a beauty, built to his own design. Five foot long, only eight inches wide and in height it came to just above Spike's cock.

It had a dark red leather padded bench top which would show up the vampire's milk white skin a real treat.

The vision of a frantically needy Spike, bent double over the Fuck-Bench, restrained by his nippleclips, his feet spread uncomfortably wide and chained to the fastening rings at each end, his ass and thighs trembling from the intense stretch and humping uselessly into the hollow space between the base and top that was meant to prevent his cock getting any friction became too much for Xander and he came screaming and spasming into Spike's hole.

Fuck! Life was good.

TBC

Pavlov's Dog - Chapter 3 - Pavlov's Club

2007-12-26T11:40:37Z

Xander stopped at the doorway to admire the view.

Spike was in the required position,kneeling on the huge fourposter bed, back to the doorway, head down and ass up, his hole in plain view stretched around that wonderful butt plug.

Begging for it.

Literally.

Xander's cock responded to the view as it always did, becoming rock hard instantly, which started the chip in Spike's brain firing in reaction.

Spike moaned softly as his body was wracked with pleasure.

It had been three days since Xander's last visit, and Xander knew that Spike would have been in position for the last two of them, unwilling to risk Xander's anger at finding him not in readiness.

Xander gazed fondly at the vampire's perfect milky back. Three days ago he'd whipped it to ribbons, but now thanks to the human blood Spike had been drinking, it was perfect again.

"I've got a surprise for you, luv" he finally said, walking fully into the room.

Spike turned to look at him but didn't speak as he'd not been given permission to.

"I think you'll like it, but then again I know I'm going to like it, so that's what counts, isn't it?" Xander said with a grin.

"Get off the bed and get yourself dressed, we're going out," said Xander

Spike moved to obey, but the huge plug impeded his movements. As he stood up from the bed his legs buckled under him and he fell to his knees

He stayed down and touched Xander's thigh softly, the signal requesting permission to speak.

"Yes, what is it, luv?" asked Xander

Spike's whole body was shaking from the withdrawal he'd been undergoing during Xander's prelonged absence. "Please.....Master...I'm really hanging.... need you so bad......"

"Yeah, I bet you do after three days, luv, but we're going out. Get yourself dressed now or I walk out that door."

"Master....the plug....I can't walk...."

"We won't be walking far from the car, you'll manage. Now get dressed, we've gotta get going," returned Xander.

Spike managed to get his jeans on with some difficulty, though his legs wouldn't stop shaking and when he tried to button the fly he wasn't able to get the buttons to meet. "Just wear your shirt out over it," said xander impatiently.

Spike was finally dressed and shuffled haltingly along beside Xander to the car.

When Spike sat down in the car he let out a groan as the huge plug inside him was pushed deeper inside, which swiftly turned into a moan of pleasure as the chip reacted to Xander's suddenly hardening cock.

Xander drove quickly through the darkened streets of Sunnydale, winding his way out and past the town limits. Then he planted his foot and sped along the highway

Spike knew better than to speak, and they travelled in silence until Xander suddenly spoke.

"I've been getting a bit worried about you Spike," he finally said.

Spike shot him a surprised look but didn't comment. He knew better than to fuck up when Xander was in a strange mood.

"I mean, I'm only human, and though I hate to admit it, I can't keep up with your needs, Spike." They had entered a large development, and Xander turned the car down a side road.

"I don't have Vampire stamina like you, and I've seen the way you hang out for hits from that chip."

They were pulling up now outside a dark building. It looked deserted, but Xander seemed to know his way around it,and parked the car close to a small doorway in the side.

"This is a BDSM club I used to come to before you made that unnecessary," Xander went on. Xander got out the car and walked around to Spike's side and helped the vampire out. Spike nearly fell as his knees buckled again but managed to save himself in time.

"I've talked to the manager, and we've come to an arrangement.

He's going to pay me a huge amount of money for you to come down here each week and service one of his... shall we say... 'special' Doms." He slapped spike's ass as he said this, jolting the plug, causing Spike to stumble a little.

"You see, he's got a Dom client who can only get turned on by a few special activities that most of his staff Subs prefer not to cater to. I've made it a condition that I'll be in the room at all times."

They had reached the door and Spike wobbled as he tried to walk down the shallow steps at the entrance.

"Watching this guy work on you is going to be a turn on for me, so I'm guessing that your chip is going to go into complete overdrive as you pleasure two humans at once."

Spike started to pant, partly from the picture Xander's words were creating and partly from the jolts of pleasure from the chip as it reacted to Xander's own increasing excitement.

Spike took a moment to wonder what the 'activities' were that aroused this jaded Dom so much, but with the chip sending out pulses of ecstacy he wasn't really too fussed.

They had reached the bottom of the stairwell and were in a small elegantly appointed ante chamber.

A small man walked forward to meet them, professional smile firmly in place.

"Ah, Mr Alexander, we have your room prepared for you, if you would like to come this way?"

Spike stepped gingerly along behind, trying to walk normally around the huge butt plug in his ass, as Master and the strange man walked on ahead. By now he was hanging by a thread. The small Level 1 pleasure surges he'd received during the trip had fired up the cravings to unbearable intensity.

He needed Master to fuck him, whip him, anything to activate the chip and give him that ecstatic jolt he craved constantly now like a drug.

Finally Master and the other man had reached a doorway and stopped.

"I'll leave you to get your Sub ready, just ring the bell when you're done." the man said, opening the door and ushering them inside.

The room was large and beautifully furnished, with a large bed in one corner, some comfortable looking couches around the walls, and a large wooden frame stood in the middle of the room with a harness contraption of some kind.slung from the center. Spike also noticed along one wall an array of whips, crops and floggers, and a table with an assortment of toys laid out on it.

"Now go into the bathroom through that door there, and have a shower, Spike. And take that butt plugg out, your ass is gonna be needed soon. When you're finished you'll find a cock ring on the bathroom sink. Put it on before you come back out."

Xander helped himself to a glass of whisky from the small bar in the corner and sat drinking it while he waited for Spike.

He was pleased with this idea.

He'd noticed how shakey Spike became if he was deprived of a fuck for more than a day or two, and had thought of this solution for both of them.

He knew himself well enough to know that what he'd be watching soon would be a total turnon, he fully intended having his cock down Spike's throat while he watched the Dom at work, and he was interested to see what effect it would have on the chip to be reacting to more that one pleasured human at a time.

Just thinking about it was making him harder than he'd been for a long time. Spike came out of the shower while he was sliding his zipper undone to get himself out and gave a moan of lust as he saw Master's cock.

Dropping to his knees in front of him Spike gazed pleadingly into his face, then turned around presenting his ass.

"Okay, just to get the edge off," gasped Xander, "But just suck on it, you gotta keep your ass fresh for the paying customer."

Spike swung back round and swallowed him whole. They both moaned and then Spike went frantically to work, trying to draw the greatest amount of pleasure from the chip that he could.

"That's right.... Ohhhhh yeah.... Suck it hard."

He'd had lots of practice over the last year, and knew exactly where xander's hot spots were.

Wrapping both hands around Xander's shaft, he sucked hard on the head, nibbled a bit and then sucked again, while his hands ran precome up and down the shaft. His hands took on a life of their own as he removed his mouth from Xander's cock and started licking at Xander's sac.

Spike was going out of his mind with pleasure, it had been too long without, he'd been too needy and Xander's pleasure was more instense than usual in anticipation of the coming events.

The sudden upsurge of pleasure from the chip warned him that Xander had reached the edge, and then he was exploding into Spike's mouth, and Spike stayed still just absorbing the hits from the chip until they finally faded.

The cock ring he had strapped on after his shower had stopped him from coming but the pleasure shooting from the chip almost made up for it.

"Right," said Xander. "That took the edge off."

He reached over and rang the bell, and within a few moments a handsome muscular young man had entered the room.

He had long dark hair in a pigtail down his back and was wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of black briefs and mid calf high black leather boots.

" Spike, this is your new best friend, Jake" said Xander, grinning over at the silent man.

"He's one of the best Doms here, but a bit jaded, poor fellow."

"The whip can still turn him on though, so I've asked him to teach me how to use that short handled bull whip that gave us trouble last week."

Xander sat back and poured himself another shot of whiskey while Jake strapped Spike to one end of the frame in the center of the room.

He was obviously well practised, and quickly had Spike nicely stretched up on his toes and immobilised.

The muscles in Spike's back and arms were put in sharp relief as his body was held stretched on the frame, and his cock was almost flat against his stomach in anticipation.

Angelus had trained his childe well, pain had long been a turn on for Spike.

Jake walked over to the whips on the wall and selected the short handled one that that was a twin of the one that had given Xander bit of trouble during his last session with Spike.

He hadn't been able to leave a decent stripe on Spike's back when he'd tried it, the handle seemed too short, and the whip recoiled too soon leaving Spike with faint pink lines that faded as he watched.

The frustration had driven him into a rage, and he'd whipped Spike nearly unconsious with his regular long handled whip before the anger had subsided.

But Jake was a master with the whip, and Xander wanted to learn the way of this short handled whip he'd paid so much for.

Jake walked back to the center of the room and spoke for the first time in a pleasant baritone.

"You'll notice it's all in the wrist action, like this," he said, sending a lash crashing down onto Spike's back. Spike jumped and then seemed to colapse into his restraints as he was hit with a double dose of pleasure from the chip as both humans became instantly hard.

"Jake really gets off on this, by the way, Spike" Xander said, but Spike had already realised this as his brain was going into meltdown as the chip tried to keep up with the double sensations in the room.

Jake continued to send the lash rippping into Spike's back, while Xander rubbed his erection. The man was a genius, Xander realized, as he watched Jake creating a pattern on the white canves of Spike's back.

"Now you try it," Jake said at last, handing Xander the whip. "Spike was a quivering mess, only being held up by his retraints, moaning and humping at the post he was tied to, out of his mind with the pleasure shooting through him.

"Now remember, you control the whip from the wrist," Jake said, as Xander lined up. His first try went off target, hitting Spike across the back of the thighs, but he thought he understood where he'd gone wrong and tried again, this time landing a solid slash across Spike's back that left a thin red line from the right shoulder down to the small of the back, already starting to bead with blood.

Spike shook from the intensity of the chip's response to the thrill that went through Master at his success.

"Yeeesss!!" he hissed, and sent another lash ripping across Spike's back.

Now he understood the action he needed to get the correct result.
He settled in happily for awhile, his cock getting harder and starting to leak as he watched the pattern of welts growing on Spike's back.

He gave a few more lashes to make sure he'd learned the technique properly and then dropped the whip.

He was so hard now, he could barely wait for the next part of the session to start.

Spike was out of his mind already just from the intensified level 1 pleasure he'd been getting. He was frantically humping at the framework he was chained to trying to get friction.

Jake gently unstrapped Spike from the end of the harness and walked him around to the sling at the front.

He lay the panting vampire in the sling and strapped him down again.

Spike's eye's slowly unglazed and he looked inquiringly at Xander.

Xander stood up and pulled his chair over to Spike and sat down again by his head.

"Right, luv,"he began. "I told you Jake has two turn ons. He's just demonstrated the first. Now for the second thing. "You see,I wont let anyone else fuck you, but Jake gets off, I mean really gets off, by fisting.

Spike looked warily at the thick muscular arms on the young man.

That's what this harness thing is here for," Xander continued. It'll hold you steady for him.

"I want to see how far up your ass he can get his arm."

Spike started to pant under the double onslaught from the chip as it picked up on the increasing excitement coming from the two humans.

His cock, already hard as steel was dripping steadily.

"Jake gets even more turned on by an audience" Xander shared, as Jake began oiling one massive arm.

Spike had begun to realise that himself, as every time Xander spoke, the chip sent another surge through him, which could only be coming from the other human.

Jake sat down behind Spike and inserted two lubed fingers into the vampire's hole.

Xander had a perfect view and his cock sprang to attention as he watched those fingers sliding into Spike's body. Quickly he unzipped his trousers and got himself out.

Spike's eyes widened at the sight of Master's cock and he licked his lips. Xander moved his chair closer until his cock was at Spike's panting mouth.

"Suck on it, luv, nice and hard,"

Spike licked at the tip of Xander's cock and then his cheeks hollowed as he began a strong sucking action.

Xander nearly came on the spot.

Jake had three fingers inside Spike now and was twisting them around to stretch the vampire. Spike was panting steadily now, interspersed with moans as stronger peaks of pleasure moved through him when Xander tore his eyes from the mouth around his cock to see four fingers disappearing and then reappearing from Spike's hole, and then another strong surge from Jake as the man managed to slip his thumb into Spike's ass alongside his fingers.

Spike hadn't felt much more than the usual from the chip until that moment, then he realized that Jake hadn't started getting really turned on until he'd gotten closer to getting his entire hand inside.

But now Spike could feel the man's hard cock pressing against his leg as Jake carefully applied more lube around his wrist and the edge of Spike's hole.

Spike sucked hard on Xander's cock as Jake slipped his whole hand inside him. The chip was going into fucking overdrive now, two fully aroused humans getting off and the chip had reached a new high Spike had never felt before. Instead of pauses between the pleasure surges, it was giving a steady peak pleasure that was making Spike mindless. "...oh fuck..yeeesss...aahhhhhhh....."

Spike had just reached a new addiction level.

Xander could see half of jake's forearm had disappeared into Spike's body now. It was the most fucking amazing thing he had ever seen. Spike continued sucking noisily on his cock, moaning continuously as Jake worked his arm deeper into the vampire's ass .

Spike had tears running down his face but as Xander watched Jack slide his arm in another inch, a look of rapture came over the vampire's face.

Xander knew he wasn't going to hold out for much longer, Spike had started to deepthroat his cock. And Jake's arm had disappeared nearly to the elbow. Spike was begging steadily "Please...please...fuck...oh fuck..yeeesss...aahhhhhhh....."

Xander reached across and released the cock ring, giving a few tugs on Spike's aching purple cock.

"Come for me, luv"

Jake chose that moment to twist his arm inside of Spike. Spike screamed and bucked with the strengh of his release. He was still clutching Xander's cock which he gave a few strong tugs, sending Xander screaming into oblivion

Xander came to first, and looked around himself groggily. He was lying in the couch, and over on the bed he could see the unconsious vampire. Jake was nowhere to be seen.

Probably off having a wank somewhere, Xander thought.

He was glad he'd brought Spike here tonight. He'd promised the club's owner to bring the vampire along twice a week to service a few of the Doms who's tastes ran to pleasure's the club found hard to accomadate.

He knew the problem the Doms faced. Before he'd had this thing with Spike he had found himself running out of Sub's willing to service him.

But now he had Spike, who was perfect. Even without the chip, Spike got off on pain, in fact craved it after being Sub to Angelus for so many decades.

The chip just tripled the pleasure.

Xander needed someone to hurt. Spike needed someone to hurt him.

They were a perfect pair

TBC

Pavlov's Dog - Chapter 2 - Pavlov's Pet

2007-12-26T11:34:03Z

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Spike kneeled on the bed in his room in the old mansion trembling with anticipation.

Xander was due to arrive at any time.

Spike was naked, wearing only leather wrist and ankle bands and a tight leather coller that made it difficult to swallow. He was also wearing his Master's favourite butt plug, and spiked nipple clamps pierced his erect nipples.

Xander liked fast and easy access. Seeing Spike on his knees, nipples spotted with blood from the bite of the clamps, his firm ass in the air, the oversized butt plug stretching Spike's hole made Xander's cock spring to raging need. He wanted to be able to plunge deep into that slick tight channel without frustrating delays.

Spike craved this too.

Sometimes Xander would put off penetrating Spike, and that was a torment, as Spike's addiction to the chip's pleasure response was now overpowering and all-consuming.

It hadn't taken Spike long to realise the chip gave him pleasure in direct proportion to the amount of pleasure Xander felt.

Passively receiving a spanking or whipping, causing Xander to become aroused, was level one.

Fucking good, Spike allowed, but nothing to the jolts of pleasure that surged through his body when Spike actively caused Xander pleasure.

When Spike deep throated Xander, the pleasure spiraled him out of control. He could suck and lick on that incredible cock all day.

And sometimes did when Xander was in a languid mood and strapped Spike's cock to stop him coming

That was Level two

But the most instense pleasure was when Xander hammered his cock into Spike's ass.

Spike was totally addicted to the high he experienced when Xander fucked him.

Level three.

He craved it constantly.

One day Xander had been later than usual and Spike had made the mistake of thinking he wasn't coming.

He'd removed the butt plug and lain down to sleep, trembling with need and withdrawal

When Xander strode in a while later, he'd been furious with the vampire.

Refusing to allow Spike to pleasure him, he'd lashed him with the riding crop before leaving abruptly.

The level one pleasure Spike had received from the whipping had helped to ease the withdrawal, but by the time Xander had arrived the next day Spike was a trembling mass of need.

He'd never left his position again.

Suddenly the door swung open and Master was there.

"Oh fuck, what a day" Xander said as he started to divest himself of his clothes. He walked over to the bed and patted Spike's ass affectionately. "I'm so pissed off, I'm gonna need a little something extra tonight."

Spike's cock hardened.

Xander studied the perfect body kneeling before him. Spike was wearing the adjusted nipple clamps that aroused him just to contemplate.

He could see they had pierced the tender nipples already, despite no tension on the chains as Spike had positioned himself carefully to ease the pull. Xander reached out and adjusted Spike's legs a little, tightening the thin chain connected to the ankle strap, causing the ingenious little clamps to bite harder into the sensitive flesh. Xander loved to see Spike's nipples bleed as the points on the clamps bit deeply into the sensitive nubs.

Xander could feel his cock getting hard and saw Spike's eyes close as a jolt of pleasure shuddered though him.

Spike felt himself hardening. The scent of his own blood was arousing. He knew he was starting to pant but couldn't help himself.

All he wanted was for Master to plunge inside him.

But he knew that wasn't going to happen very soon. If Master had had a bad day he was going to need to unwind a little.

That usually involved master's collection of whips.

He had brought a new aquisition home the other day that he hadn't yet used, but Spike guessed he would be feeling it today.

Spike watched his Master walk over to the whip rack on the wall and pick up his new toy. It was made from quality leather and it's tip was capped with a small metal spike.

It had cost him plenty, Master had told him, but he didn't grudge it.

Xander unclipped the nipple clip's chains from Spike's ankle strap and helped him stand up and gingerly walk across to the whipping post.

It had only been installed a few weeks ago and the novelty hadn't worn off.

Walking was almost impossible as Spike's legs kept trying to buckle under him due to the enormous plug in his ass. Shuffling as rapidly as he could he allowed himself to be led across the room.

He raised his arms and slipped his hands into the shackles and Master hurridly locked him down.

Then Xander took hold of the long chains dangling from Spike's nipples and wound them round the post. Spike's abused nipples would get no reprieve, as the clamps would bite hard with each jolt of the whip.

Xander raised his arm and brought the whip down sharply, the metal tip slicing a thin line across the vampire's back. Xander watched in iritation as the line faded and disappeared. A diet of human blood had made Spike strong.

Xander had a lot of practice under his belt though, and Spike had blood trickling from both his back and his nipples by the time Master was satisfied.

"Oh that's better, I needed that," Xander said as he dropped the whip and opened the shackles. Spike dropped to the floor.

Spike was vibrating with need, his cock dripping precome as he kneeled on all fours, his ass stretched around the huge butt plug as he waited for Master's next command.

He needed Master to fuck him so badly ......

He began to crawl back to the bed in anticipation but as he reached it the craving overcame his training for a moment.

"Master. . . please. . . please. . "

Xander had picked up the thin riding crop kept at the end of the bed at Spike's first words and now lashed the back of his thighs.

"You didn't have permission to speak!" Xander growled. "Now, how can I punish you?"

Spike stayed silent, praying Master wouldn't leave. Without his daily dose of Level 3 pleasure he had begun to go into withdrawal.

Spike needed Master to fuck him.

He waited in trembling suplication, pain burning at his insides as the withdrawal started to settle in.

Finally Master spoke.

"Fuck, using that whip's made me so horny, I've gotta get off, punishment or no punishment" Xander exclaimed sittng down on the edge of the bed. "But damn, you don't deserve my cock up your ass tonight. You can suck on it instead"

Spike whimpered. he knew it won't be enough to stop the shakes.

Crawling over to Xander he began to suckle on his cock and allowed the Level 2 waves of pleasure to soothe him.

If he could make it really good for Master, it might be almost enough.

He bent himself to the task.

Xander meanwhile amused himself by tugging on the nipple clamp chains, seeing if he could draw more blood.

The sensation was driving Spike wild. He was desperate to come, and desperate not to come before Master did.

He didn't want to give Master an excuse to punish him.

Master had an agonizing little device he used as punishment. A small cone shaped barbed cage that fitted snugly over his half-hard cock, but was too small to accomadate him when fully erect.

Master would fit it to him and then slowly fuck his ass, causing an incredible mix of ecstacy from the chip and agony from his raging hard on as it was crushed inside that tiny cage.

Spike was really desperate not to come before Master

Spike grasped the shaft of Master's cock in one hand as he sucked hard on the head. His fingers wouldn't meet around the shaft, Master was too thick, and Spike ached to feel that hot thick cock inside him.

He used his other hand to fondle Master's balls, rolling them in his fingers. The chip kept increasing the pleasure each time he found a new way to pleasure Master

From the intensity of the surges going through him now, Master wasn't going to last much longer.

His hand began to blur on the shaft as he suctioned on the head, then he swallowed Master's cock whole.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Xander screamed his release, sending the chip into overdrive.

The waves of pleasure surging through his body from the chip were almost enough.

When Master had recovered and dressed Spike reached across and gently touched his thigh. This was his "Request to speak" signal, which Master could accept or ignore depending on his mood.

"Yes, Spike?"

"Please, Master, I'm sorry I spoke without permission. I promise to be good. When will you fuck me?"

"Tomorrow. I'll fuck you tommorrow. But that butt plugg stays in until then, you hear? I wanna see that hole of yours red and sore and weeping for me, or I leave, understand?"

"Yes Master, thankyou Master"

"Now let me see you walk around with that thing in you."

Spike hurried to comply. He had a lot of difficulty trying to get his legs to work, they had a tendency to buckle as he tried to stand up.

He managed in the end, but he could barely walk with the enormous intrusion in his ass.

"That's the largest one isn't it?" asked Xander. "The one that hurts?"

"Yes Master"

"Good. Can't wait to see your ass tomorrow night. Gonna fuck you through the floor"

Spike shivered in anticipation.

tbc

Pavlov's Dog - Chapter 1 - Pavlov's Chip

2007-12-26T11:18:35Z

Spike came slowly to consciousness wondering what the hell had happened

He was blindfolded and lying spreadeagled face down on the huge four poster bed Angelus had used when they'd all lived in the mansion.

The familiar smells told him he was indeed in the master bedroom of the old mansion.

He could feel tight shackles around his wrists and ankles, and surreptitious tugs informed him they were holding him tightly to each of the four bedposts.

Not a good sign.

Nor was the ball gag in his mouth.

And he wasn't alone.

Harris? What the fuck?

"I see you're awake." said a familiar voice. "Don't bother to answer . . oh, of course, you can't, can you?"

Spike wondered what was going on. He knew Harris hated him for sleeping with the ex-demon bint, and then for that time (he still couldn't form the words, even in his mind) in Buffy's bathroom.

"You might remember Warren," the voice continued cheerfully. "When Buffy destroyed his headquarters last year I went over and rummaged around. He'd been investigating your chip, among other things. Left extensive notes, too, about what he'd discovered."

"Apparently the chip had been designed to be more than a leash. Seems they designed some behavioral modification controls into it too."

Spike tensed and gave a powerful wrench, trying to break the shackle on his left wrist.

Xander smirked. "Don't bother, fangless. They're magically re-enforced. There's no way you're going anywhere."

He reached over and removed Spike's blindfold.

Spike glared at him impotently.

Xander was naked, erect and he held a short leather whip loosely in one hand.

Spike's cock rose at the sight as his demon stirred.

Xander picked up what looked like a small TV remote.

"Now what I learned is that if I switch this lever here to this position . . . and then I use this sweet little leather crop here on your back like this . . ."

Xander brought his arm back and then began to lash Spikes back with the flogger, raising red welts that were slow to fade now Spike was living on pig's blood.

Spike was panting and humping against the mattress by the third lash.

"You see? That gives me a happy. . . and giving me a happy gives you a happy." Xander grinned at the aroused vampire chained to the bed.

Spike glared at him, but he was trembling with lust as well and realized he really wanted Xander to whip him again.

Like any vampire, Spike was aroused by pain, and Angelus had trained his body well in the early days. But the extra jolts coming from the chip, directly into the pleasure centers of his brain were combining with his own natural pleasure reponses to elict a high he'd never felt before.

Spike was no fool. He knew all about addictions and conditioning and what the pleasure/pain response could do.

Using the chip, Xander could program him like one of Pavlov's fucking dogs.

Xander moved forward and rubbed his hand possessively over the raised marks on Spike's back. It caused Spike to flinch from the pain, and then harden even more, if that was possible, as the chip picked up Xander's increasing arousal.

"Oh yeah, this is good. Any pleasure you give me will make you hard and horny, fangless. Any pain of course will set off the chip in the way you're used to, so don't even think of trying anything."

Xander walked over to the table by the wall and picked up a small scrap of leather. Returning to Spike's side he quickly wrapped it around Spikes hard cock and fastened it securely.

"That's better," he smiled down at his new toy, "we don't want you coming too soon, now do we? I intend to see just how much pleasure that chip can give us."

Xander walked back to the side table, slowly looking over the toys laid out there. Spike was beautiful and he was all Xander's. Xander was a Dom, and got off on inflicting pain, it was a secret he had hidden from the scoobies for years.

He was a frequent visitor at a discreet demon club out of town that catered to his needs, where sweet little subs allowed him to punish them in all manner of ways.

Spike had been a wank-fantasy of Xander's for a long time now, and Xander always tried to find slim hard bodied young subs when he visited the club.

He'd been warned lately to hold back a bit, damaging the subs past a certain limit was not allowed, and Xander tended to play rough.

Finding Warren's notes had been a windfall. He could have it all now, with a sub who could take anything he dished out.

Xander had already found a blackmarket source of human blood for Spike. He wanted a fit and healthy partner for these sessions.

He walked back to Spike with two nipple clips in his hand. They had sharp points and long chains trailed from them.

He loosened the ankle straps a little to allow Spike to come to his knees and gave him a sharp slap on his rump to hurry him along.

Spike got to all fours awkwardly, his wrists were still bound tightly to the posts at the head of the bed, restricting movement

Xander reached under Spikes body and flicked and twisted a nipple until it hardened to a stiff peak. Fastening one of the nipple clamps to it he repeated the treatment on the other nipple. Spike winced at the bite but his cock swelled at the stimulation his nipples were getting

"These things are a marvel", said Xander proudly, "The harder I tug, the tighter they get," he said tugging on one of the attached chains to demonstrate. As Xander gave a couple of sharp tugs on each one, Spike's eyes narrowed with pain as the little spikes at the tips bit into his sensitive nipples.

Xander could feel himself harden at the sight of the thin trickle of blood that began to slide down the vampire's pale chest, and then watched Spike's eye's glaze over as the chip faithfully did it's job.

"Lovely." he said. "Now I'm going to fasten the chains to your ankle straps, so you'll have to keep very still if you don't want them biting into your nipples too hard."

Leaving the panting vampire kneeling on the bed, he walked back to the side table and looked down at the selection of butt plugs.

He picked up the biggest and returned to Spike. The vampire was staring in fascination at the huge plug and starting to pant.

"Been awhile since you had anything this big in you, I suppose. Want you nice and stretched for me later, though, so you're just going to have to get used to it," Xander said as he slicked up the grotesque plug and started to push it into Spike's unprepared ass.

"'Course the up-side of shoving this thing into you is that it's giving me another happy, so you should be getting the benefit too."

Tears formed in Spike's eyes as the enormous butt plug inched it's way into his body. The pain was incredible as his hole stretched around the thing, but the pleasure was unbelievable too, as his whimpers of pain turned Xander on even more, and the chip shot more pleasure into his brain.

He knew that each time that the pain he felt was rewarded with extreme bolts of pleasure he was becoming more deeply conditioned by the damn chip.

But he was starting not to care.

Finally the thing was lodged fully and Spike knew that without the cockring he would have come already.

In fact he would have come quite a few times.

Xander removed the ball gag and smiled down at him. "How does it feel?" he asked as he fastened the leather restraints designed to keep the huge thing in place

Spike was having trouble forming words. " H..h...hurts. H..hurts a lot. T..t..too big"

"Well, get used to it, it's suddenly my favourite plug," Xander said and reached over for a thin flexible riding crop the man in the shop had promised would deliver stinging blows and occasionally draw blood if he wasn't careful. Xander didn't really intend to be careful

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Precome was leaking steadily from Spike's bound cock as he twisted under the lash. Every time he reacted to the sting of the whip the butt plug moved inside him and the nipple clamps bit down hard. Xander was also becoming incredibly turned on, which kept activating the chip.

The pleasure was more intense than he'd ever experienced, even under Angelus' experienced ministrations.

Finally Xander dropped the riding crop and removed his trousers.

He climbed onto the bed and sat at Spikes head.

His cock was rock-hard and precome was dripping from the head as he positioned his cock in front of Spike's mouth.

"Suck it," he commanded, "and make it good. Don't forget the better you make it for me, the more you get to enjoy it."

Spike licked at the tip and immediately felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to his cock.

Oh shit he thought. This was much more intense than the pleasure he had received when he had just been the passive recipient of the whip and the butt plug.

He had thought that had been fucking fantastic, but it dwindled to luke-warm in comparison to what he was feeling now.

Just that one lick had sent blinding pleasure crashing through his body. It was as though the chip picked up Xander's pleasure and then amplified it a hundred times.

Gingerly he took the head into his mouth and would have come on the spot if not for that bloody cock ring. His cock ached with need.

Spike started to suck on the large cock in his mouth, his eyes closing as the intense waves of pleasure jolted through him from the chip

Heaven. It was Heaven. Or as close as a vampire could come. Unending waves of pure pleasure poured over him.

His cock throbbed and ached as he continued sucking.

He never wanted it to end

Any more and he would die of it.

Xander felt his balls start to tighten and pulled away roughly.

He swiftly moved behind Spike and tore the butt plug out of his ass, then with a grunt shoved his large hard cock into the vacant hole.

Spike screamed with pleasure/pain. The chip went into overdrive as it responded to Xander's ecstasy when he felt his cock driving into the tight slick grasping hole in front of him.

Spike hadn't believed the pleasure could intensify more until Xander had shoved his cock up his aching hole

He was hooked.

Instant addiction.

The chip pulsed pure euphoria into him on a level that nothing he'd experienced before came close to.

Xander jackhammered into Spike's hole, shoving himself in deep enough to leave bruises.

'Please....please....please..." was all Spike could sob as Xander's cock rammed into him, causing a double hit of pleasure from the chip and his prostate every time that enormous cock rubbed against it.

Xander reached around and released the cockring allowing Spike to come and at the next powerful thrust the most powerful orgasm of his life surged through him.

Spike collapsed unconsious as Xander's orgasm spasmed into him.

Xander lay draped over Spike in a hazy glow when he finally came back to himself.

He realized the vampire was on his knees below him, still unconsious.

He released the ankle straps and removed the nipple clamps, noting the drying blood from where they'd bitten into Spike's nipples during the strenuous fucking near the end, when Spike's legs had jerked with each powerful thrust.

He smiled and put them close by on the bedtable. He could hardly wait for Spike to heal so he could use them again.

He lengthened one of the wrist straps and then reached for an abused nipple and gave it a sharp twist. The pain brought Spike back to consiousness straight away.

"Fuck."

Xander reached over and took hold of the hand he'd lengthened the chain on.

He brought Spike's hand across to his own semi-hard cock and started to move Spike's hand up and down his returning erection. Xander could see the chip cut in, as Spike's eyes began to glaze.

He let go of Spike's hand and it continued to pleasure him on it's own, while small whimpers of pleasure came from Spike

"Spike. It's time we sorted out a few groundrules.

I am your master.

You will not speak unless given permission. You will address me as Master when allowed to speak.

You are my personal property, and your body will be available to me at all times."

Spike's hand continued to tug and fondle Xander's erection, his eyes were unfocused and he had begun to pant gently.

"Do you understand me?" Xander asked, "Answer me"

"Yes... yes....Master"

Xander thrust into Spike's hand, giving himself a surge of pleasure, and watched fascinated as the vampire's panting sped up and his eyes closed with the extra jolt of pleasure he received in return.

"Say it again"

"Yes, Master" Spike panted, his fingers speeding up as they found pre come dripping from the tip and slid it around the shaft.

"You are going to make your home here, and prepare yourself for me each afternoon."

"You are to be face down, naked on the bed and with that monster butt plug up your lubed ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master" Spike gasped

Xander shoved his cock into Spike's mouth. He was instantly swallowed whole as Spike deep throated him.

Spike set up a steady rythmn, sucking and licking the huge cock, and swallowing it whole at intervals.

"Don't come!" Xander ordered as Spike started mindlessly humping against the bed

Xander had to admire the control Angelus had trained into the vampire, as Spike stopped humping and moaned around the hard cock in his throat

When Xander felt he couldn't take any more he withdrew and roughly twisted Spike around exposing his still slicked up hole.

He pressed his cock against Spike's hole and paused. He could feel Spike pressing back against him, desperate for another taste of the chip on overdrive he knew would come at Xander's entry.

"What am I?"

Spike's mind was in meltdown, he couldn't understand what Xander wanted.

"What am I?" Xander repeated, giving Spike's leg a slash with the riding crop he'd kept close at hand.

"Master!" screamed Spike "You're my Master!"

"Yes!" said Xander as he thrust balls deep into Spike's hole in one savage lunge.

Spike screamed with pleasure as the chip once again went into overdrive. Xander hammered into him, repeating "Master! I am your Master!" as he reached around and twisted one of Spike's tender nipples.

Spike screamed and came, his ass clenching around Xander's cock and sending him over the edge as well.

As Spike lay unconsious beside him again, Xander knew things were finally going his way.

It was perfect.

Spike had always been a slave to his addictions.

A few more sessions and Spike would be completely conditioned as Xander's own personal sex-slave, a mindless addict waiting for the next hit, desperate to give Xander pleasure.

TBC