Spike looked down at his dozing boy
fondly. He’d need to make sure his pet got to bed earlier tonight, it wouldn’t
do to have the boy working around heavy machinery half-asleep. He almost hated
waking the mortal, who was slumbering peacefully, his arms wrapped tightly
around his pillow. Wanker, next you’ll be talking about how adorable he
looks.
“Oi, Kitten, time to wake up now,” the
master vampire whispered into his inert boy’s ear. The brunet just grumbled and
buried his face into his pillow. Spike quickly tickled his ribs, making the
brunet squirm. “Kitten, time to get ready for work.” the blond insisted,
pressing against the boy’s turned back. He reached in front of his boy and
cupped his bollocks, gently fondling them.
“Mmm,” his slave murmured groggily. He
wiggled enticingly against his master, as Spike grasped his cock and began
slowly stroking his morning erection.
The vampire noted the mortal’s heartbeat and breathing speed up
announcing his return to full consciousness, before a quiet gasp, “Master.”
“Time to get up, pet,” the platinum
haired demon grumbled.
“Yes, Master,” his boy replied drowsily,
rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand like a small child.
“Go shower while I make your breakfast. When
you’re done, come find me in the kitchen. We’ll see about dressing you after
you’ve eaten,” he instructed quickly. His pet stretched languidly as he got out
of bed. The British creature opened his mouth to chastise the human, but the
boy remembered himself and fell to his knees. The vampire had to readjust
himself in his trousers as he watched the boy crawl towards the door.
“ You may stand for your shower,
Kitten,” he authorized.
“Thank you, Master,” Xander reddened,
looking over his shoulder as he retreated from the bedroom.
The blond shook himself
making his way to the kitchen. He absently listened to the mortal go through his
morning routine, satisfied the boy wasn’t getting himself into any trouble.
Humming to himself, he quickly set about making the boy something to eat. He
took his time, knowing his pet would be in the loo a while. He’d just finished
making up his boy’s plate when the young man crawled back into the room a half
hour later.
“Go wait next to the stool by the
counter, Kitten,” he commanded. Wordlessly, his slave did as instructed,
assuming the proper position.
“Very good, my sweet,” the
blond praised, as he carried the boy's plate to the breakfast counter and sat
down.
Now, to test his boy’s resolve.
“You learned that position very well,”
he applauded.
“Thank you, Master,” the brunet replied
under his breath, keeping his chocolate coloured eyes downcast as his master
nudged his erect sex with his foot.
“Know it’s time to learn a new position.
Rise up on your knees, Kitten. Good. Now chin up, stare straight ahead.
Perfect, now clasp your hands behind your neck. That’s a good boy. Now, this
position is kneeling at attention, Kitten. For the time being this will be the
position you will assume when I feed you. Understood?” the vampire smiled,
giving each of his slave’s defenceless nipples a proper twist.
“Yes, Master,” his dark haired boy
grated out between clenched teeth.
“Now, Kitten, Don’t be upset at me
because you’ve lost privileges, like sitting at the counter. It’s your own
fault for misbehaving,” Spike scolded.
“I’m sorry, Master” the young man
apologized, his cheeks coloring.
“That’s alright, you’ve been a good boy
this morning so I won’t hold a little early morning grumpiness against you, but
don’t let it happen again or you will be punished,” the blond chided.
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master,” the
boy murmured.
“Hungry, Kitten?” Spike asked his boy
playfully. Already starting to cut the light omelette he’d prepared into small
pieces.
“Yes, Master,” his pup nodded. Spike
immediately brought a forkful of eggs to his plaything’s lips.
“Would you like a little coffee,
Kitten?” the vampire offered reaching for the mug.
“Yes, Master, please,” the whelp
signalled, nodding his head. Spike brought the porcelain to his toy’s soft pink
lips, letting him take a long drink. The vampire continued to tend his pet,
alternating between feeding him pieces of omelette, toast and fruit. The blond
enjoyed the look on the boy face as he ate the whole-wheat toast, but not
nearly as much as when he fed the mortal orange and melon slices, only to have
the brunet lick the fruits’ juices off his fingers. (I think perhaps re-wording this sentence
would make it more cohesive. Spike
enjoyed watching Xander eat the fruit because the human licked the juices off
his fingers? Right?)
“All done. Now go wait for me by the
bed, Kitten. We need to get you ready for work,” Spike smirked, anticipating
the abasement he had planned for his boy. After putting the dishes in the sink
for his slave to do later, he followed the mortal into their darkened bedroom.
Instead of turning on the main light, he flicked one of the bedside table
lamps. The mortal as commanded was waiting nervously in position beside the
bed.
“Climb up on the bed for me, Kitten. I
want you on all fours on the center of the mattress, in the doggie position.
Your legs should always be spread for me, pet. Master should always have easy
access to his toy. Excellent. Now my Kitten knows what
to do if he’s told to wait, kneel at attention, or assume the doggie position,”
Spike praised, caressing his Xander’s exposed genitals. He managed to quickly
work the boy into a mild state of needy arousal.
Leaving the mortal panting, Spike made
his way to the closet and selected a red flannel shirt and a well-worn pair of
work jeans for his boy. He pulled a pair
of heavy socks and a tight white t-shirt out of a drawer, before placing the
garments on the bed beside the waiting human. Walking around the human, Spike
opened one of the night tables, extracting a small flexible butt plug as well
as a black leather harness, both of which he quickly placed on top of the
clothing he’d selected for the mortal.
He returned to the still open drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and
the small black paddle they’d purchased at Minara’s shop, making sure it was in
full view of the mortal.
“Now, before we dress you, Kitten, your
Master is going to give you a good firm paddling. Do you know why my pet?”
Spike asked, kneeling behind his boy and lightly stroke the youth’s firm
backside.
“No, Master? Is it because of the way I
acted in the kitchen?” his pet asked nervously.
“No, Kitten. I was always going to do
this to you, regardless of the minor mishap you had this morning or of your behaviour
at the market yesterday. I punished you for what happened with the watcher last
night. I was very pleased by the way you accepted your punishment, by the way.
This isn’t a punishment, pet. It’s going to hurt, but it’s not a punishment. Do
you understand?” Spike asked, knowing his pet would not.
“No, Master,” the brunet replied
honestly.
“When I made you kneel at attention
while I fed you, that wasn’t to punish you either pet. Sitting at the counter
is a privilege, a reward. Since you haven’t been on your best
behaviour that privilege has been revoked. Someday when you’ve been
especially good I may reinstate it. Then again, I may not. You looked so very
shaggable, kneeling in front of me this morning, eating out of my hand. You
have no idea how difficult it was not to simply throw you over my shoulder and
bring you back to bed, Kitten.
“Sometimes, pet, you will be disciplined
just to remind you of your place. Not because necessarily because you’ve
forgotten yourself, but as a preventative measure. Just a reminder of what you
are now. That’s what’s about to happen.
“You’re about to go to work and spend
several hours away from your Master. This is the first time we’ll be apart
since you presented yourself to me. So I’m going to paddle you to give you a
tangible reminder that you belong to me. Every time you sit or just shift in
your jeans you’ll be sore and remember that you’re mine. Do you understand why
I’m going to paddle you now, Kitten?” the blond demon asked as he kneaded the
boy’s muscular bottom.
“I… I think so, Master,” his Kitten
answered fretfully.
“Good. Now in order to reinforce the
lesson, I want you to count the strokes for me, Kitten. After each one I want
you to say: I belong to you, Master. I have a predetermined number of smacks in
mind, but I’m not going to tell you how many, Kitten. You’ll not know if you
are at the beginning, middle or end or our session. Are you ready to be
paddled?” the blond questioned, laying the paddle against the boy’s cheeks.
“Yes, Master,” the brunet agreed, still
sounding uneasy.
Spike brought the paddle back, then swung forcefully, smacking his boy’s left buttock dead
center.
“One, I belong to you, Master,” his
slave groaned. The vampire proceeded to administer more hard swats, each
followed by the mortal’s voice asserting Spike’s ownership of him. The boy’s
bottom, already bruised from the hand spankings of the two previous days, was
rapidly turning bright scarlet. Spike continued patiently administering blows
concentrating on the lower part of his Kitten’s arse and his upper tights.
“Thirty-three, I belong to you, Master,”
the human gasped, obviously in pain. Luckily for him, he’d reached the number
of strokes his master had mentally assigned him. He planned on changing the
number each morning, sometimes using an even number and sometimes not, just to
keep the boy of balance.
“Good boy. Now, as well as making your
backside all nice and tender, we are also going to have you wear a little anal
plug, just so your little hole doesn’t get lonely for Master’s cock. It’s just
a tiny one, but it will stop you from feeling all nasty and empty inside,”
Spike mocked, rubbing his pet aching backside. “Aren’t you going to thank me,
Kitten?”
“Thank you for being such a…thoughtful
Master,” Xander grunted, wisely changing whatever he had in mind at the very
end.
Spike carefully spread some slick on his
finger, before spreading his boy’s raw cheeks. He gently worked his finger in,
quickly preparing the human’s body for the tiny intruder. He was tempted to
sink into his slave’s orifice himself, but there was no time. Quickly locking
the plug inside the hardness, he liberally covered it in lubricant and sank it
into his boys waiting body. He quickly buckled the straps around the brunet’s
waist and slipped the boy’s privates through the large metal ring at the front
of the device. He carefully tightened the straps and snapped the harness into
its final position, insuring that the small trespasser would stay lodged in
place.
“Beautiful. It’s just about time for you
to be off, Kitten. Go wait by the door and I’ll bring you your lunch and what
you’ll be wearing today,” the master vampire ordered, beginning to put
everything away, not bothering to tidy the bed since he was planning on dozing
for a while, once the boy was out the door.
He picked up his pet’s outfit for the
day from off of the bed and walked into kitchen, whistling as he went. He
grinned, spying his boy kneeling submissively by the door. He opened the
refrigerator and pulled out the human’s lunch. Kicking the door shut behind
him, Spike turned to his waiting slave.
“You may stand and dress now, Kitten,”
the vampire told the crouching young man, handing him the pile of work clothes
he’d assembled. Spike chuckled as the mortal winced as he was pulling his jeans
up. His boy made quite the picture standing there in well-worn denim and a snug
white undershirt, well until flannel ruined the effect. The vampire quietly
admired the view as his pet leaned down to lace up his work boots.
“I expect you to eat this for lunch and
not, whatever rubbish they happen to be peddling around the site, understood?
There’s an apple in there if you want a snack,” the immortal blond admonished,
handing the dark haired construction worker the brown paper bag.
“Yes, Master,” the brunet replied
sullenly, just short of rolling his eyes.
“Vampires have a very keen sense of
smell. If you think your arse is sore now, imagine what it will feel like if
you come home and I smell that you deliberately disobeyed me,” the vampire
warned.
“Yes, Master,” the youth gulped,
reaching for the tool belt and hardhat that hung on the wall.
“Off with you, Kitten,” the blond
snickered. The slayerette yelped as Spike’s deft
fingers pinched his sore bottom as he walked out the door. Closing and locking
the door behind the mortal, the vampire headed towards the bedroom. Now to get
a couple of hours sleep before Passions started.