Spike
didn’t seem nearly as pissed as he’d been just a short half hour before, which
was good he guessed. He had no idea why Spike was in a better mood though, since
he was fairly certain that his master was physically incapable of ripping Giles
limb from limb. The vampire had made it clear that he was still going to be
punished, but the raging fury from the supermarket was now gone. The platinum
blond now seemed to be taking his usual glee in driving him crazy. The brunet
construction worker had to give the peroxide menace points for originality,
making Xander hump against his hand had been different to say the least, but no
less simultaneously degrading and arousing.
His new
owner didn’t say a word as he parked the car in the small lot behind the
apartment building. Spike just reached over the unbuckle him and then stepped
out of the car. He wordlessly loaded Xander’s arm with packages, then taking
quite a few into his own motioned them inside. “Quiet Spike” was definitely
unnerving. Normally the evil undead wouldn’t shut up, always having some
sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue.
“Go put
the groceries on the kitchen counter and the clothing in the bedroom. Then take
off your clothes and go wait in the center of the living room for further
instructions, facing the windows, pet,” the blond ordered as he unlocked the
door. Okay calm, cool “Master Spike” was definitely starting to freak him out.
Maybe he’d been better off when the vampire had been growling at him.
Gulping,
the brunet moved to do as instructed, not wanting to risk angering his master
anymore than he already had. After dropping the ridiculously expensive clothing
Spike had made him buy on the bed, Xander quickly squirmed out of his too-tight
jeans. He dropped the clothing he been wearing into the hamper in the corner of
the room, almost tripping on the various torn and whole apparel Spike had flung
all over the floor.
Nervously,
Xander made his way into the living room to await whatever the vampire had in
store for him. He could hear the refrigerator door being closed as well as
several of the cupboard doors opening and closing. He was surprised Spike
hadn’t had him put away the groceries. Not nearly as surprised as he was to
feel about a half dozen stinging blows to his backside. The sounds coming from
the kitchen hadn’t stopped more than a full two seconds before the whacks had
come. Stupid superhuman vampy speed.
“When
you’re told to wait, Kitten, it should be on your knees,” Spike’s deep voice
whispered from behind him, delivering a few more swats with something obviously
smaller than the palm of the vampire’s hand. Quickly walking around Xander,
Spike pointed to the ground silently. Awkwardly Xander knelt before him.
“Knees
apart, Pet. That’s better,” the blond corrected looking down at the young man
who was now genuflecting at his feet. Xander noticed Spike absently tapping an
old wooden spoon against his leg, obviously the source of his earlier
discomfort.
“I was
very disappointed in your behavior earlier tonight, Kitten,” the vampire
scowled down reproachfully, making Xander squirm under his gaze. I already
told him I was sorry! Stop rubbing it in already. I get it, me property of
Spike. Evil undead doesn’t like to share his toys.
“I’m
sorry, Master,” the nude slayerette muttered, staring blankly at the carpet,
all too aware of the rigid organ standing at attention between his splayed
legs. The new position left him feeling even more vulnerable and exposed.
“So you’ve
said. It’s obvious to me that you’re having some difficulty remembering your
place. Just to remind you of what you are, Slave, you will spend every moment
that you are in this apartment for the next week on all fours. The only
exception obviously being when you are sleeping. Is that understood?” the
vampire demanded sternly.
“Yes,
Master,” the brunet blushed. It would be degrading, but Xander supposed it
could be a lot worse.
“Good.
Now, since it was your inability to stop talking when you’re told to do so that
got you into so much trouble, it’s only fitting that jabbering on should also
make up part of your punishment. Maybe that will help get it out of your
system. Now after we finish cleaning up the mess in the bedroom, I’m going to
take you over my knee and give you a good hard spanking. Once I feel you been
properly chastised, I’ll bugger you before we turn in. Now, Kitten, as part of
your punishment I want you to talk dirty to me while I’m reddening your bottom
and afterwards while I’m taking you,” Spike smirked shamelessly.
“Yes, Master,” Xander stuttered, blushing
furiously. Oh God. He wants me to what? Shut up, little Xander!
“You will
beg for your punishment and then for your Master’s cock. I want you to make it
obvious to me that you know who you belong to,” Spike ordered, reaching down to
run his fingers through Xander’s dark hair. “Now before we can get to that and
eventually putting you to bed, we need to clean up the mess on the floor in there,
shall we?”
Mortified
the young man crawled after, as the vampire made his way towards their room,
remembering just in time that he wasn’t to get up and walk after the blond.
Xander watched as the insufferable vampire picked up one of the trash bags that
had been abandoned earlier when he’d had his little freak-out and walked over
to the bed, casually sitting down on the very edge of the mattress. Opening the
black plastic garbage bag, the vampire held it open low to the ground.
“Now, Kitten, be a good boy
and go collect all those pieces of rubbish I found in the closet and drop them
into the bag,” Spike commanded, smirking at him. “No, Kitten. No hands. Use
your teeth. You have some sort of objection?”
Yeah, I
object to you not being a pile of dust, you bastard! Gritting his teeth, Xander shook his head, edging over to the
center of the room on hands and knees and carefully gathering the remains of
one of his beloved Hawaiian shirts between his teeth. He endured Spike stroking
him affectionately as he craned his neck to drop his burden into the waiting
bag. He could feel Bleach Boy’s eyes running over his body as he turned back
towards the enormous pile of rags that used to be almost his entire wardrobe.
The task seemed to go on forever, only interrupted by Spike’s occasional need
to reach down to molest him. Finally, he regretfully deposited the last item
from the junk pile, a pair of his favorite Snoopy boxers, into the bag. Now
they could finally get this over with.
“That’s a
good kitten. Now wait for me by the bed. That’s it…just like I taught you.
There’s a good boy. Now when you’re in this position, your head should be bowed
and your hands should be on your thighs, palms up, Pet. That’s right, good
boy,” the vampire congratulated him, reaching down to give Xander’s cock a few
teasing strokes before rising off the bed.
“Yes,
Mas...” Xander began to reply, not quite managing to stifle a low groan. Before
the words had even fully left his mouth, he felt one of his Master’s long pale fingers
against his lips.
“Hush,
Kitten. I’m going to put the things we just bought and kept for you away. While
I’m doing that, I want you to wait there silently and think about your
punishment. You’ll need to talk for me, so take this time to try and come up
with whatever you’re going to say. It should probably include giving me an
apology and asking for your punishment,” the vampire instructed. Xander watched
from beneath lowered lashes as the blond started diligently folding their
purchases for the day and the few things that the vampire had decided Xander
would be allowed to keep.
It was
really weird just staying there waiting in this position. Knees spread as they
were; everything was open for Spike to play with. Of course the vampire
couldn’t help but take advantage, every once in a while he would stop his
compulsive folding and straightening, taking a moment to grope the brunet in
some way. Xander’s hard-on was tormented of course, making him whimper and buck
just a little. The blond wouldn’t get mad though; he would just chuckle
condescendingly before going back to his task. Sometimes the vampire reached
down to fondle his balls very gently on his way from one side of the room to
the other. Of course the son-of-a-bitch had played with his nipples pinching
and teasing them, making his slave squirm helplessly.
Xander’s
entire body felt like it was on fire by the time Spike was hanging the last
pair of overly snug jeans in the closet. Leering, the vampire strode cockily
towards the bed. Positioning himself comfortably on the bed, the blond patted
his lap.
“Climb up,
Kitten, and assume the position,” the blond ordered happily. Oh, he’s just
been dying to use that one.
Clenching his fists, Xander
did as he was told. He tried to ignore the memory of how excited he’d become in
spite of himself last night when the vampire had punished him this way.
“We can
start anytime you’re ready, Kitten. Just start telling me what you have to
say,” the vampire instructed.
Okay, so
the ball was in Xander’s court. He could do this, just a little X-rated
language. He could do this, piece of cake. Oh, God! Okay, Spike had said
apologize. He could manage that.
“I’m
sorry, Master… um. I deserve to be punished…” Xander began. The words were
almost immediately followed by a couple of very sharp swats.
“Kitten, I
think you can do better than that. I said I wanted you to talk dirty. I’m not
going to stop until I’m satisfied,” the blond admonished as he continued
smacking Xander’s bare backside.
“Yes,
Master. I’m sorry, really sorry. I know I deserve to be punished. I was a very
naughty boy. I need a good spanking, for being such a bad boy,” the prone
brunet began again.
“Good,
much better,” the blond congratulated him as he continued his assault.
“Please
forgive me for being so disobedient. Yes, Master, please spank me hard. Naughty
boys deserve to be punished.” God, he sounded like something out of a cheesy
seventies porno. He could almost hear the God-awful music queuing up in the
background. This is what Spike wanted?
“Good boys
do as their Masters tell them,” he continued on, feeling color flush his
cheeks, both sets. God, this was so embarrassing. To make things worse, Spike
was showing no signs of letting up any time soon. At least there was no one
else here to witness his humiliation. Sprawled over the vampire’s lap, his
arousal would have become obvious the moment he righted himself. The blond’s
blows were painful and the position degrading, but still the young man had to
fight the urge to rub himself against the well-worn denim on his master’s
thighs.
“Please,
Master, discipline me so I’ll remember to be a good boy. Help me to be a good
boy. Oh, yes, please make my fanny all nice and red. I earned myself a good butt
blistering. Make my ass burning hot, just the way you like it, Master. Ouch,
ouch. Oh, Master, it hurts. Please, Master, hurt me some more. I was such a
brat. My behavior was unacceptable. I need to be disciplined. Teach your
misbehaved boy a lesson, Master,” Xander grimaced as the blond continued
delivering one hard blow after another. He was quickly running out of new
material, a novel experience for the young man who’d always prided himself on
being able to come up with some new smartass comment at a moments notice. Who
would of thought coming up with smutty dialog off the cuff would be so hard?
“Oh, yes,
Master, smack me good and hard. Please forgive me…” the mortal added quickly
running out of things to say. He really hadn’t meant to make Spike so angry.
“I’m
sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, Master… I just,” Xander began. Damn, he’d
wanted to talk to Giles just for a minute. He’d only wanted the others to know
he was okay and maybe get a little bit of reassurance from his older friend. He
would have left right after, just like Spike had instructed. He supposed that
Spike’s point was that that was no longer his choice to make.
“I belong
to you, Master. I’m sorry I forgot that. I was so selfish. Thank you for
reminding me, Master. I’m so sorry I disappointed you. Please, Master, give my behind a good
beating. I’ve earned it,” the brunet continued on, hoping the vampire who was
walloping his rear end would be satisfied soon. Apparently, he was because the
spanking suddenly stopped and Xander found his sore posterior unceremoniously
dropped onto the bedding.
“That was
very impressive, Kitten. I enjoyed that. We’ll have to do that again,” Spike
grinned, reaching into the bedside table for the bottle of lube. The same
bottle he’d made Xander go out and buy, right before the vampire had relieved
him of his anal virginity.
“What did
Master say your punishment was to be, Kitten?” the blond creature reminded
gently.
“I was
supposed to talk dirty to you while you spanked me…” the young man began.
“And,”
Spike chided.
“While you
fuck me,” Xander remembered. He was supposed to beg for it. He was supposed to
beg the undead creature to take him. “Master…” he began. God. Begging for the
spanking had been easy in retrospect. Spike had made it easy. He’d been told to
tell his Master what he wanted to hear or the vampire wouldn’t stop hitting his
bottom. Now he was supposed to tell Spike how much he wanted to have sex him.
Damn him.
“If it was
easy for you, it wouldn’t be a very effective punishment, now would it,
Kitten?” Spike whispered intimately in to his ear. He shivered against the
vampire.
“Can’t you
just hurt me some more?” the dark haired man begged.
“No, pet.
I think this is much more effective,” the blond replied soothingly, reaching up
to stroke his slave’s cheek.
“What do
you want me to say?” the mortal asked looking desperately for some kind of
guidance.
“No, pet.
I’m not going to feed lines to you. You know what you’re supposed to do. There
there, my Kitten, I’ll help you. I’ll give you a place to start,” the blond
comforted, reaching down to suckle the human’s right nipple. Now that the
undead creature knew they were one of his toy’s hot spots, he was always after
them. The mortal couldn’t keep himself from moaning loudly. Oh, a place to start.
He could do this. It’s not like Spike couldn’t tell he was exited, hard.
“Oh, yes.
It feels so good, Master. Your Kitten loves it when you play with his nipples.
It makes me so hard for… for you,” the prone brunet half-sobbed. He was rewarded
with a gentle nibble to his sensitive teat, just as Spike started teasing open
his tight entrance.
“Yes,
Master, please get my little hole ready for you. Oh, yes please. I love feeling
those nice cool fingers up my hot little ass. Oh, yeah, oh, more please,”
Xander gasped as the vampire started tormenting his prostate. Guess he liked
that, the brunet thought, as Spike quickly switched and started
enthusiastically ravaging his left nipple. Only one more thing left to do,
really.
“Please,
Master…” he began his voice catching in his throat. They’re just words, they
won’t change anything. It’s not like you have to mean them, stupid. Just say
it.
“Yes,
precious, tell Master want you want him to do to you,” the vampire coaxed
gently, as he generously slicked his erection.
“Please… Please… Oh God… fuck me, please…”
the young man cried, tears he hadn’t realized he’d been holding back, sliding
down his cheeks. He gasped as Spike slowly penetrated him, lifting his legs
onto pale muscular shoulders.
“Oh, yes,
Master, fill me up with your big fat cock. I love it when you make me feel so
full. Oh, yes, oh, God, fuck your little slut,” Xander grunted as is owner
hammered into him. Tears were still running silently down his face and the
Scooby tried to ignore them. So what if he was laying there panting while he
told Spike how much he was enjoying being sodomized?
“Pound
into me good, Master. Oh, yes, yes, Master. I love feeling your big cock inside
me Master, splitting me in two. Make me yours again, Master. Oh, harder please,
Master. Oh, yeah, right there,” the brunet mewled softly, hoping his Master
wouldn’t last too much longer. He wasn’t sure how much more of this
self-degradation he could stand before he really lost it.
“No need for those pretty
tears, Kitten. Your Master is going to give you what you need. I like being
inside your tight little bottom too, my pet. Love feeling you squeeze as you
squirm against me,” the platinum haired vampire teased. Xander gasped as the
smaller creature leaned down and he felt a cool tongue lap against his pulse
point. The blond was making sure that his every thrust would send bolts of pure
pleasure through his slave’s helpless body.
“Please,
Master, take what’s yours. I’m here for you to enjoy, your very own personal whore.
Fuck me, use me, feed from me. Anything
you want, Master. I’m yours…you own me. This body is yours to do whatever you
want with,” Xander wept, baring his throat. He needed to get himself under
control. If he kept crying like a little girl, his ability to breathe was going
to become a serious issue. The brunet sighed in relief, as Spike silently
accepted his offer, suckling on his neck, before slowly biting down. As he’d
hoped, the mortal felt the body draped over him stiffen as his Master climaxed.
He didn’t even react when the bloodsucker’s lips left his unprotected neck and
slowly lowered his leg back onto the bed.
Now that
it was over, Xander really just wanted the blond to just get the hell off of
him, but the young man wisely kept that to himself. He hoped that the vampire
would leave him alone now that he’d gotten what wanted. He almost cringed when
he felt fingers begin to card through his hair again, as his Master extricated
himself his slave’s body.
“Hush.
It’s over now, Kitten. You did that very well. I know it wasn’t easy for you.
I’m proud of you. Being excited by my touch doesn’t make you bad person,
Kitten,” Xander’s Master whispered, carefully rubbing the human’s neck and
shoulder’s. Despite how repulsive he’d felt saying those things to Spike, he
still lay sprawled under the vamp outrageously hard.
“Yes,
Master,’ he whispered back bitterly. He was a little taken aback when he felt
Spike’s lips on his forehead.
“Try and
sleep now, Kitten. I’m going to the kitchen to make your lunch for tomorrow.
Can I trust my good boy not to do anything wicked while I’m gone? Don’t need to
tie those mischievous hands do we?” the blue-eyed demon needled genially.
“No
Master, I’ll be good,” the brunet murmured, clutching a pillow and trying to
wiggle into a more comfortable position.
“Get some
rest, Kitten. You have an early day tomorrow,” the vampire said softly as he
rose from the bed. He reached down and brushed the locks off Xander’s forehead,
before quickly getting dressed and leaving the exhausted slayerette to his own
devices. Xander eyed his alarm clock wearily; it was already read 10:03. Wiping
his face, he forced himself to stretch across the bed and reached for the
clock. To his surprise the alarm had already been set for 4:30. Great, he’d get
a whopping six and half hours of rest if he could fall asleep right away. He
was fairly certain that he wasn’t supposed to be meeting with any clients in
the morning, thank goodness. He couldn’t for the life of him, however, remember
what he had scheduled at the site on Monday. He’d just have to wait and see
what daylight would bring.