Helplessly over stimulated, unable to move, see or speak, Xander’s entire universe narrowed to the feel of the thick cock plunging in and out of his body and the fingers viciously pinching his nipples. His own cock throbbed helplessly between his legs. His Master was right, just a few good firm strokes and he’d explode, but the way he was bound that was impossible. He’d been arranged so he couldn’t even rub off against the mattress, much less touch himself. He whimpered into his gag in frustration. The gag wasn’t a toy that Spike used all that often and Xander couldn’t decide whether he hated or loved it. He’d used words as both a defense mechanism and a weapon his entire life, much to his teachers', classmates', parents' and, yes he realized, even his friends' annoyance. The gag robbed him of that though, making him feel open and vulnerable. Which he knew in his head was idiotic, the ritual in which he’d sealed himself as Spike’s prize had mystically silenced him far more effectively than any silly little leather and rubber toy. He hadn’t been able to speak freely in weeks. Yet whenever his owner brought the gag out, it never failed to make him feel like all his defenses had been stripped away, leaving him feeling all the more helpless.

 

The problem was, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure that was a bad thing. He’d come to realize during the past couple of weeks that those same feelings of helplessness not only helped him to surrender to his Master, but they allowed him to secretly enjoy what was being done to him without guilt or shame. The bondage, blindfold and enforced silence took away any possibility of fighting what was happening to him. In a weird way it let him relax and just experience it.

 

A particularly sharp twist applied to his right nipple sent waves of arousal through his body, making him shudder. Oh God, oh God… Even without any direct stimulation to his cock he was so damned close. Spike was panting in his ear, moaning in obvious pleasure, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper. The long cool fingers underneath his torso never stopped their cruel torture though and every painful pinch and pull sent bolts of white hot pleasure straight to his cock. And his blood sucking Master knew exactly what it was doing to him.

 

“My Kitten… So beautiful, so hard. Can smell your arousal… Ah… The scent’s flooding the room… All for me… All to please me, my sweet beautiful perfect boy,” his Master whispered, kissing his left ear before gently suckling on the lobe.

 

The praise made Xander feel warm all over. A part of the young man knew that the vampire was playing off his need for approval, but he still enjoyed the attention the creature lavished on him. It was gratifying knowing that his owner had gotten so aroused by watching him play with himself. Not even Anya had made him feel this desirable. Spike made him feel so incredibly wanted, especially when his Master acted like this, lavishing Xander with endearments and nibbling his ears and along his jaw line. He tried to ignore his aching need and concentrate on just inhaling and exhaling. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stand this for the whole weekend, but he’d try. If his Master enjoyed watching him suffer, then he’d do it. He’d let himself float on this unbearable cloud of sensation. He had nothing left but being Spike’s slave. He might as well be the best one he could be. And that meant that he needed to stop focusing on his own gratification. His Master was the important thing. The truth was deep down he enjoyed pleasing the older creature. Sometimes when he fully surrendered to the Master vampire, he was flooded by a sense of peace and contentment. And he wanted that, needed it badly, especially now that he didn’t have anything else in his life. He should be trying to make things better for his owner.

 

He began trying to raise his hip to meet the undead demon’s thrusts. It was difficult to get any leverage the way he was chained to the bed frame, but he hoped the extra sensation would be pleasurable for Spike. His owner groaned and suddenly he felt his cool tongue licking his throat. Without thinking he tilted his head to the side to give the vampire better access, but his Master just alternated between gently tonguing and nuzzling his neck as he continued taking pleasure in his body. But it wasn’t long before his owner started thrusting erratically. Xander felt his Master tense at almost the same moment he felt the demon’s fangs pierced the flesh of his throat. The bliss of the feeding was devastating and the young man desperately fought the ecstasy coursing through his body. He couldn’t come. Nothing existed except pleasing Master. Kitten… So beautiful, so hard.

 

The fangs withdrew and for a moment he felt unbearably bereft and alone, but then he felt his Master’s weirdly warm tongue lapping the wounds on his throat closed. The fingers that had been torturing his chest abruptly turned gentle, lightly drawing circles around his sore peaked nipples. His Master kept it up for several minutes, peppering the back of his neck and his shoulders with little kisses. He couldn’t help whining slightly at the loss when he felt his Master carefully withdraw from his body. The vampire’s fingers immediately started gently carding through his hair, attempting to calm him.

 

“Such a very good boy. You’re going to keep that pretty cock hard for Master, aren’t you Kitten? Don’t worry, Master is going to help you, pet,” his owner cajoled after a few minutes, still stroking his hair affectionately.

 

He took a deep breath trying to relax. Spike continued petting him soothingly with one hand. He shivered when he heard the familiar sound of his Master riffling through something. He knew it was the tote of sex toys the vampire had deposited beside the bed.

 

“That hungry little hole of yours hasn’t had nearly enough to keep it satisfied has it Kitten? I’m not cruel enough to deprive it. We’re going to keep it nice and full for a while longer.” Spike promised. The toy the vampire pushed into him was much larger than the small plugs he normally wore to work, but Xander was still lose and managed to take it without too much difficulty. It was big though it wasn’t unpleasant per say, but it left him feeling both very full and widely stretched. The toy was wiggled and twisted a few times making him shudder each time it connected with his prostate, despite his best efforts to stay calm. He jumped in surprise when the vampire switched on the vibrator. Sweet fucking Christ. The sensation was so intense he sobbed, biting down hard into the rubber between his lips. His hips started bucking of their own volition desperately trying to rub his rigid cock against something, anything.

 

“Silly boy, you can’t hump air,” Spike chuckled, grabbing hold of his balls from behind.

 

He groaned as he felt the vampire wrap something snugly around the base of his cock and balls. A second much wider strap was then secured around his balls forcing them away from his cock. Finally his tormenter pulled a small strap up tightly between his testicles forcing them apart, before securing it to the larger strap wrapped around his balls. The wicked little device would make it next to impossible for his balls to draw up and the tight strap around the base of his cock would keep him unbearably hard.

 

“There, now that my naughty boy can enjoy himself without worrying about having any accidents, I think we should turn up the speed,” Spike purred, wasting no time in carrying out his threat. The gag barely muffled his scream. Xander knew some guys absolutely needed direct stimulus to their cocks to get off, but since becoming Spike’s pet he’d learned he wasn’t one of them. His trapped sex ached excruciatingly. The vibrating toy stimulated his prostate unerringly; the pleasure was so intense it hurt.

 

“I know precious. I know it not easy. It makes Master so hot knowing his Kitten is going to endure this just to please him,” Spike tried to quiet him, rubbing his back. “You want to please me, don’t you Kitten? I know you do. My good boy is suffering so prettily for me. Try not to focus on your own need. Concentrate on how happy it makes me to see that beautiful cock of yours erect. Think about how much you’re pleasing me, luv. How much you want to please me.”

 

His owner started firmly massaging his bottom, squeezing his cheeks together and then pulling them apart again. They kept on this way for quite a while, his Master whispering random endearments and carefully kneading his ass as the toy inside him continued to buzz relentlessly.

 

“Always so responsive, Kitten. You just love having that sweet spot inside you played with. Even on our first night together when you were still terrified of the idea of having a cock inside you, you couldn’t help yourself. I remember the look on your face when I touched that spot the first time. You looked so amazed, like you couldn’t believe how wonderful it made you feel. You made the sexiest sounds when I stopped massaging your prostate and started pulling my fingers out, like the idea of not feeling it anymore was unbearable,” his Master reminisced, making the bound young man’s face flush with heat and exciting him even further.

 

“I’m a generous Master, so I’m going to help distract you from the pleasure, pet. Give you something else to focus on. You’re so lucky to have me, Kitten,” Spike told him. Xander held his breath has his owner’s body brushed up against his. The vampire reached down to playfully nibble on the inside of one of his thighs. A moment later the brunet squeaked in shock as his Master brought a hand down on one of his defenceless ass cheeks. The Master vampire was methodical, like he always was when the purpose of a spanking was to arouse Xander, rather than to punish him. He slowly built the intensity of the smacks, taking time to stop every once in a while to massage Xander’s bottom. He peppered the blows all over the slayerette’s cheeks and upper thighs, making the entire area feel nice and warm.

 

“Your arse turns such a pretty shade of crimson when I spank it Kitten,” his owner complemented, stopping to rub his sore backside again.

 

“I think I might want to play with your front a bit now though.” Spike announced, deftly detaching his wrist cuffs from their chains, before pulling Xander’s arms behind his back and quickly securing them together.

 

“Kneel up,” his Master ordered, as he finished unfastening his ankle cuffs. With the vampire’s assistance he managed. He let the smaller creature re-arrange him so that he was sitting back on his heels, knees spread wide facing the room. Spike chuckled when he hissed at the added pressure to his sore ass. The position also had the unfortunate effect of forcing the pulsating toy deeper into his body.

 

“I’m going to remove the gag now, Kitten,” his Master warned, reaching behind him to unbuckle the gag. Xander couldn’t help slobbering a bit as it came out. The vampire didn’t say anything just wiped his chin of with a nearby washcloth.

 

“You look so stunning pet, kneeling there for me so submissively with your legs wide open, showing off your gorgeous stiff cock, dark with blood. Let’s not forget your hard little nipples, all red and swollen. You’re so hopelessly turned on that your whole body is trembling. I’m not done playing with you, though. Not by far,” the vampire informed him, right before Xander felt the creature’s tongue bathe his inflamed right nipple. He hissed as his Master began suckling it. The sweet torture went on for several minutes, making it impossible to think.

 

“Maybe I’ll make you come this way on Sunday, luv. I’ll put a vibrator inside you and then lay you back and just suck your sensitive little tits until you come. I’d never even touch your cock. Bet you’d like that. My Kitten is such a whore for having his titties played with,” his owner taunted before giving his other nipple the same treatment.

 

“I’m going to use the crop on your tits now. They must be nice and tender now, so it should hurt deliciously. Once I’m done with them, I’m going to do the same thing to your inner thighs. I want you to stay still while I use the crop on you, pet. Understood?” Spike asked after releasing Xander’s left teat with a wet pop.

 

“Yes, Master,” he shivered. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. His Master was intentionally going after his biggest turn-ons. How was he supposed to stand this for almost two full days?

 

“Count the blows,” his Master ordered, as Xander waited for his first taste of the riding crop. It was a new toy. His Master had made him stop by the shop where they’d bought the restraints to pick it up earlier during the week. He blushed at the thought. Spike had implicitly instructed him on what to say and the salesgirl had refused to even acknowledge him until he used the correct words.

 

There had been a group of giggling college girls buying gag gifts for a bachelorette party, but the purple haired girl behind the counter hadn’t even bothered to look up from her magazine before he’d muttered: “Good evening ma’am, my Master sent me to collect his order. I can be a very naughty boy and my bum needs lots of attention.”

 

“What’s that dear? You’ll need to speak up,” Minera, Xander was pretty sure was her name, had just looked up and smirked. The girls who had just switched from looking at adult party games to enormous neon coloured dildos, laughed as he stood there red faced and repeated himself. There should be a law against people holding giant lime green jelly dongs mocking others, he’d thought.

 

“Well your Master will be able to make your butt nice and red with these,” she’d smiled sweetly, pulling a basket and proceeding to lift each item out and display it. The strange looking woman, who Xander was fairly certain wasn’t entirely human, had taken the time to describe how each implement would feel when his Master used it to punish him, before she’d slipped them into a large shopping bag.

 

She was right, he thought as his Master landed a blow right on one of his over sensitized nipples, the leather tipped crop does feel stingy.

 

“One, Master,” he stuttered, the sensations almost overpowering. He knew that his Master could easily have made him come from doing this if he’d wanted to. He wasn’t sure he’d have been able to resist if not for the straps constricting his cock and balls. He panted, counting out blow after blow. Every snap of the crop against his tits travelled straight down his body and into his cock, which was straining futilely against its restraints.

 

“Twenty, Master,” he stammered, breathing heavily.

 

“Your chest is reddening nicely, luv. Looks like you’ll be nice and sore for a couple of days. Do you like it when Master sends you to work with your nipples still aching?” The vampire asked, pausing to gently caress his cheek. He did. There was something so illicit about the tiny shots of pain he’d get whenever the fabric of his shirt brushed against his nipples.

 

“Yes, Master,” he admitted, somehow it was so much easier owning up to his desires when he couldn’t see Spike’s face.

 

“It’s erotic isn’t Kitten? Going to work with your tits and your bottom smarting. Your body still feeling the after effects of all the dirty games we’ve played and no one being the wiser,” His Master tantalized him, as he slowly ran the crop along Xander’s inner thighs. “I’m going to whip these now. I you want to start over and count the blows again, but this time you’re to thank me for each touch of the crop, luv.”

 

“Yes, Master,” he whispered. Even though he’d been waiting for the impact, he still started when the small piece of leather connected with the delicate flesh of his inner thighs. “One, thank you Master,” he managed, clenching his jaw. It really didn’t hurt any worse than the swipes to his torso had. He’d started to grow accustomed to having his chest mistreated this way. Spike had realized early on that his slave got off on having his tits tortured and took full advantage of that fact. Xander’s nipples were often whipped, pinched, twisted or clamped. He was used to them being abused, but the flesh of his previously untouched inner thighs felt fragile and tender in comparison. It took all of Xander’s will power not to press his thighs together in order to protect the soft exposed skin.

 

He concentrated on obeying his Master though and did his best to respond correctly each time, as the vampire landed blow after hard blow. He was shaking and covered by a thin sheen of sweat by the time he realized that the beating had stopped.

 

“Shush. You’ve done beautifully pet, taking everything I’ve asked so wonderfully for me. Your body’s overloaded with sensation isn’t it? Shush, it’ll be alright. Breathe, luv. Just lay back. That’s right. That’s my sweet Kitten,” his Master soothed, helping him recline and settling him carefully in his arms. Xander whimpered burying his head on his Master’s shoulder as the toy inside him continued stimulating him. “You’re quivering all over, Kitten. And so very hard. Does the vibrator feel good?”

 

He quickly received three sharp blows to his already sore ass when he failed to answer. “Yes, Master it does,” he somehow managed to grate out.

 

“You should see how gorgeous your prick looks. It’s been leaking steadily since we started. Here taste yourself again,” the vampire ordered, fingering the sensitive slit of Xander’s penis until the Scooby found himself begging. After what seemed like an eternity his Master finally stopped and brought his pre-come slick finger’s to Xander’s lips. He obeyed sucking lightly on the cool fingers, delicately tracing each one with his tongue.

 

“Fuck, you little tease. You’ve gotten your Master hard again. I want to feel your mouth on me,” the vampire purred, pushing down on his shoulders. Xander wiggled down between his splayed legs without protest. In a way it would be a relief not having to worry about his Master fondling him for a while. The vibrator was bad enough.

 

“I think that since you like teasing so much I’ll indulge you,” Spike told him, guiding his head towards his cock. “Straddle my leg, Kitten. Now, press down against me. Yeah, squeeze me with those burning hot thighs of yours. Good, boy. Now rub yourself against me, Kitten. Don’t stop until you make me come.”

 

“Master, please I can’t,” Xander whimpered pitifully.

 

“Yes you can,” His owner insisted firmly, stroking his hair.

 

“Please, Master. It’s too much,” he pleaded. He was already so close, he’d never be able to do this.

 

“You can Kitten. I know that what I’m asking for is difficult, but you’re going to do it because Master is asking you to. Go on, move your hips sweetheart. That’s it, that’s my boy,” the cold blooded creature encouraged as he began dutifully rubbing his erection against his Master’s leg. It was pure torture grinding his erection against Master’s soft, smooth skin, knowing he wouldn’t be allowed to come. Blindly Xander managed to take the tip of his Master’s cock into his mouth, silently praying that he could bring his Master to completion quickly.

 

Bargain Part 25

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