Figgy Pudding

Figgy Pudding

"Well how the bleeding hell was I supposed to know?" William blustered. "I have many talents, but mind reading's not one of them!"

Darla arched a beautifully sculpted eyebrow. "Angelus?"

"Don't worry darlin', I'll deal with him." Laying hands on William's shoulders, he propelled the errant boy towards the bedroom he and Darla had been sharing since their arrival in Amsterdam. Weeks of travelling, and not a single opportunity to have him to himself until now! The long sea voyage had made them all irritable and hungry, forced to subdue their instincts and select their prey with such care; the slightest look or word out of place causing tempers to flare. It had driven him to distraction to be under Darla's constant scrutiny, to have to keep his distance and feign disinterest just to keep the peace. It was a crime against Nature, that's what it was! But safely back on dry land, things should and would be different. "I'll have him penitent and screaming, trust me" he winked, as he shoved William ahead of him through the open doorway.

"Like hell you will!" William protested as he stumbled over the threshold.

Drusilla's plaintive voice followed the men as Angelus slammed the door behind them. "But why can't we watch? Daddy's just no fun anymore!"

He could well imagine Darla's muttered annoyance in response, but quite frankly, he was passed caring. And with no lock on the door, he was taking no chances with the ladies' curiosity getting the better of them when the games began. Dragging the chair out from under the elegant dressing table, he wedged its back under the door handle and turned to face William.

"That's not going to stop them" William glowered, standing his ground in the centre of the room.

"It'll let them know I won't tolerate interruptions…"

"But I didn't bloody do anything!" William licked his lips nervously as Angelus advanced towards him. He'd fight him if he must; it was better than being ignored, afterall. "Well, not much. I was hungry, and they had two real beauties all trussed up and just begging to be eaten. I didn't know they were saving them for la…"

Angelus waved his hand dismissively. "I'm really not interested in all that, Will." Shrugging off his jacket, he moved in closer, lowered his voice. "Haven't you missed me?" Slowly reaching out, he smoothed the back of his hand down William's cheek, traced a finger along his strong jawline. "Just a little bit?"

William met his gaze, tried to see behind the dark eyes that were glittering with amusement… and something else; something he thought he'd lost. "I… I thought…"

"I'd lost interest?" Angelus interrupted. "That the novelty of you had worn off?"

Unable to find his voice for once, William nodded mutely.

"It'll never happen, Will" Angelus soothed, sliding his hand to William's throat. "You're infinitely fascinating to me." Stroking his thumb back and forth, enjoying the rise and fall of William's Adam's Apple as he swallowed hard. "As much as I love it when you fight me" he went on. "All wild-eyed and mouthy." He smirked, hands moving to the lapels of William's jacket, pulling him in. "Love it even more when you submit to me." In one swift movement he removed the jacket, flung it to the floor. "And you're gonna submit to me now."

"I am?" William shivered as Angelus' fingers began working on the buttons of his shirt; longing to feel the large hands on his chest, on his belly. It had been far too long…

"You are. And you're gonna thank me for it" he promised, easing William out of his shirt. Unable to resist the temptation, he grasped one hard, rosy nipple between thumb and forefinger. "I have such treats in store for you."

The gasps he provoked as he twisted and pinched shot straight to his groin; the lad's gruntings and groanings always did act as a powerful aphrodisiac for him. But it wouldn't do to allow himself to be diverted from his plans at this stage; not when he could anticipate just how much more vocal and responsive William would be, given time and careful preparation. Reluctantly he relinquished his hold, took a step back.

"Don't stop now" William pleaded. "Touch me. Touch me and I'll do anything…"

"That's not how it's gonna work this time, Will. I'm calling the shots, and you'll do anything and everything I say, whether I touch you or not."

"But, Angelus" William wheedled. "You want it just as much, you know you do. We're good together, better than…"

"Quiet!" Angelus snapped, turning away and striding across the room. "Whining will be punished, and there'll be no pleasure in it for you, I swear." Setting a water jug by the side of the bed, he glanced back over his shoulder, softening his voice. "Whereas, patience and obedience from my sweet, proper, polite William will be rewarded. I know which I'd prefer tonight, but it's up to you. Your choice."

William hesitated, watching Angelus settle himself comfortably on the bed.

"Well?" Angelus began rummaging in his canvas travelling bag, pulling out items and laying them on the covers beside him. A length of rope, a small knife, and a wrapped package the size of his hand.

Curiosity and body both aroused, William made up his mind. Angelus had promised him treats, and he knew he wouldn't disappoint. Besides, right now, he really would do anything to feel his hands on him once more, to have his body press down heavily on him, to have his cock push inside him. He wanted to be filled, longed to be stroked, craved any pain the big man cared to bestow. No-one else could take him so completely. "Yes, Angelus" he responded meekly. "What would you have me do?"

"Good boy. Now, finish undressing." Angelus began playing the rope between his hands, never taking his eyes from William as he pulled off his boots, began to unbutton his breeches. "But not so fast" he warned.

"Yes, Angelus." William eyed the rope from beneath lowered lids, as he slid his pants down over his buttocks, his thighs; pausing for a moment so that Angelus could enjoy the sight of his cock thickening with desire, before finishing the job.

"Good" Angelus nodded. "Now, come to the bed."

Deliberately shortening his strides, suppressing his usual confident swagger, William did as he was bidden.

A slow, lop-sided smile spread across Angelus' face. One hand fell into his lap, itching to rub at his own crotch; the other, rope still twisted in his fingers, beckoned William towards him. "Now kneel, and crawl to me."

Slowly, almost cat-like, William began to slide up the bed on his hands and knees, cock growing harder with every movement.

"You look too sure of yourself" Angelus scolded. "Show some humility."

Bowing his head, William sat back on his heels in front of Angelus, awaiting further instruction.

"You wanted me to touch you?"

"Yes, Angelus" William mumbled, daring to hope for an instant that his wish was about to be fulfilled.

"But maybe I want you to touch yourself. Make that lazy lob stand up hard and stiff."

"You do?" William asked, disappointed but willing enough to comply if it would move matters along a little. Patience was a trait that had shamed him life, and that he had shed with glee since his turning.

"Yes. But you won't do it" he added, enjoying the confusion he could sense in his boy. "You won't, because I'm the only one who can give you pleasure tonight, right?"

"Yes. Thank you, Angelus."

"My my, but you're a good and well-mannered boy. For a change. Now, hold out your hands."

Raising his eyes, but still wearing his mask of compliance, William offered himself up, biting into his tongue as Angelus swiftly wound the rope about his wrists with practised ease.

Angelus tugged on the lengths of rope he had left dangling from William's hands. "Not too tight for you, my pet?"

In truth, William hated being restrained, confined in any way other than beneath his grandsire's powerful body; but as the rope dug into his flesh he shook his head and mouthed a silent "No".

"Such a good boy" Angelus crooned, securing the remaining rope to the wrought-iron bars at the head of the bed. "So pretty and helpless and vulnerable…" Oh, this was priceless, watching as the muscles in William's jaw worked and twitched in anger, his body tensing, teeth grinding as he fought every instinct to break free, hurl obsceneties! Settling back happily alongside him, Angelus picked up the knife. "You have no idea what I intend to do with this, do you?"

"No, Angelus." William tried not to flinch as the blade was stroked across his left thigh.

"It's cold, and it's sharp, and one little slip…" He tickled the tip of the steel to the underside of William's cock. "Ah ah, be still my sweet" he admonished, as William jerked back. "Or there'll be an accident we will both bitterly regret."

Desperately trying to hold himself in check, thighs quivering despite his best efforts, William endured the caress of the blade as Angelus shifted his grip and smoothed its flat side up the length of his shaft.

"Oh how you hate me for this" Angelus observed. "For making you wait, when it's already been so long. And yet… see how your body betrays you!" With William's erection now good and hard, he would make the perfect model for his carving. "Now, watch me work."

Withdrawing the knife, Angelus set to unwrapping the parcel, William eyeing him warily as the contents were revealed. Glancing up, Angelus grinned at William's bewildered expression. "It's a lovely big hand of ginger, my dainty" he teased. "And will take some time to prepare." Narrowing his eyes in concentration, Angelus took up the knife again and began to cut into the large, knobbled root, using one of its thick protuberances as his guide. "It's been a while since I've done this" he mused as he worked. "But I'm quite skilled, if I say so myself." He winked at William. "You won't be disappointed."

William's lips parted, mind racing with questions, but the words refused to come.

"Don't fret, sweetmeat, all shall be revealed. Now, a lad like you can take a good few inches. Five, maybe six. Let's face it, you've had bigger." Angelus gave a satisfied nod as the ginger finger came away from its host, chuckling as William shifted uncomfortably on his knees, "Is the light beginning to dawn?" he asked casually, tilting his head to one side and scrutinising the shape of William's cock as he began to pare away at the knots and lumps in the finger.

"I… I…" Unable to contain himself any longer, the accusation flew from his mouth. "You fucking pervert! If you think you're going to…"

"Well of course I am!" Angelus interjected, mocking his indignation. "You've led such a sheltered life. I see it as my duty to broaden your, uh, horizons. Teach you some new tricks. If you find it perverse, then so much the better!"

"But…"

"But nothing! See, I knew I was being too good to you, that you wouldn't appreciate it. I plan a special treat for you, lavish you with kindness, and what do I get? Would you rather I'd punished you as Darla wanted? Beaten you to a bloody pulp?"

As strong as he was now, William knew Angelus could do that. Had done it often enough in those early days. But they'd moved on from that, their squabbles and fighting just a prelude to something better. No, he didn't want those dark times back. And he'd willingly agreed to play this game, afterall. Why spoil it all now? He shook his head.

"No? Then shut your mouth and lie down on your belly. NOW!"

Silently, William shuffled back, laid himself down.

"I know you're frustrated. I can feel how much you want it. No point pretending otherwise. But is it so much to ask for you to show me some gratitude?"

"I am grateful, Angelus."

"I'm glad we've cleared up that little misunderstanding." Angelus calmly resumed his work, rinsing off the ginger in the water jug before continuing with his carving. "See what I'm doing?" William rolled his head to one side to watch him. "This'll hold it nicely in place" he continued, as he dug the blade into the root, carving out a narrow ring around its width some two inches from its end.

William swallowed hard, the delicate scent of the fleshy root filling his nostrils, anticipation growing as Angelus rounded off the tip of the finger. He'd have to touch him soon!

"Told you I was skilled at this." Angelus admired his handiwork. "See how it's still good and thick." He dipped it into the water once more. "And just imagine how it'll feel, all wet and slick as I slide it inside ya." He held up the glistening root for inspection, William's barely suppressed shudder telling him he was imagining it well enough, alright. But his boy still had no idea of how it would really feel. "Almost ready" he promised, his own excitement building. "But we have to take it steady."

Dropping the finger back into the jug, he carefully manoeuvred himself on the bed, slowly moving to straddle William's calves, their legs brushing, shirt tickling the lad's buttocks as he reached for a pillow. William shifted beneath him, a small whimper escaping his throat before he could choke it back.

"That's alright, my sweet" Angelus reassured him. "Now lift that fine arse for me."

William obediently raised himself up a little from the mattress, letting out a sigh as Angelus slid the pillow beneath him. If only he would stroke him, kiss him, bite him! But the only contact was the brush of cotton against his flesh as Angelus bent over him again to retrieve the ginger, and the little cold pinpricks of water as droplets fell from the root. His moans were more audible now, his body shivering as he waited, desperate for Angelus to act. "Please!"

"It's hard for me too" Angelus whispered, stooping lower. "You're almost too tempting a dish. My sweet little pudding." His fingers gently parted William's cheeks, producing fresh whimpers and ripples from the slender body beneath him. "My little figgy pudding" he laughed softly, as he pressed the finger against William's ring. "Open up for me, figgy."

Relaxing into the gentle probings and soft words, William slowly eased back a little as Angelus pushed the root forward.

"That's the way, my good little figgy." Angelus smiled as the damp finger began to penetrate, enjoying the feel of his own erection straining against his breeches as he slid the finger deeper. "Now bring us some figgy pudding, now bring us some figgy pudding" he began in an off-key lilt, as he forced the ginger in up to the groove he had carved, William gasping and wriggling at its progress. "And we won't go until we get some, we won't go until we get some…" He sat back, pleased with himself. "Always sing when I'm happy, Will." He couldn't trust himself to sit idly by when the ginger began to work, he knew, not in such close proximity and with this throbbing hard-on. "And you're gonna make me very happy" he added, backing away, stepping off the bed.

As Angelus quietly rinsed off his hands, he could almost taste William's frustration at his withdrawal. The lad was squirming around, straining to keep him in sight as he moved about the room, busying himself with positioning Darla's trunk alongside the bed. Reproachful eyes, accusing even; but he'd understand soon enough. And William knew better than to question, Angelus noted with some satisfaction. He was throwing himself into the game now, and was earning his reward. But there was just one more detail…

"Any time now you're gonna want to make some noise. And that's allowed. More than allowed." He grinned, perching on the edge of the trunk. "But to put on a show for the ladies, and you know how they're waiting and wondering right now, don't you? To make it sound like you're having the worst of times, you're gonna sound like you're hating it. Understand?"

A look of confusion passed across William's face. He understood the words, but not their meaning. What the devil was Angelus expecting to happen? But as Angelus leaned forward, licking his lips, realisation followed. It started slowly, a warm, tingling sensation; but soon the warmth was building to a heat he had never experienced before. Wide-eyed, William gritted his teeth, tried to ride it out. An impossible task, he soon learnt, entire body shuddering at the exquisite waves of pain and pleasure wrought by the intensifying heat.

"Oh my fucking god! Fucking hell!" Was it ever going to stop?

Angelus was suddenly on his feet again, grabbing a fistful of William's hair, yanking back his head.

"Good, isn't it?"

Yes, god yes! But this wasn't what Angelus wanted to hear. "NO!" he yelled, the heat developing into a slow, relentless burn.

"And it's gonna keep on building. Makes you want me all the more, doesn't it?"

"NO! Please stop!"

"Good lad. Now here's a little extra something." So saying, Angelus abruptly let go of his hair and brought the flat of his hand down across William's buttocks with all the force he could muster. The crack of the slap reverberated around the room, but was almost drowned by William's screams as he clenched his buttocks against the external pain, only to provoke a sudden, deeper burning inside. Bedhead thudding against the wall, he violently jerked and strained against his bonds.

"Oh god, please, no!"

"I'm proud of you, my pretty figgy" Angelus approved, settling back onto the trunk to enjoy the show.

And William did not disappoint. His bucking and groaning, writhing and sobbing, afforded Angelus many long minutes of delight. But just as William reached the point where he was sure he could endure no more, the sensations began to slowly subside. Gulping with relief, body shaking, he quietened down.

"Oh, there's more power left in there, trust me" Angelus crowed, lungeing forward to pinch William's buttocks together, holding on for longer than was strictly necessary as the moans began to rise once more. "Love it, don't ya?"

"NO!" William cried, tears beginning to form. "No, no more."

A rattling of the door handle momentarily distracted Angelus. "Knew they wouldn't be able to contain themselves" he muttered. "But then again, it could buy us more time." Brightening, he lashed out again, and as William clenched and yelped he quickly untied him from the bedhead. "Impatient, aren't they?" he quipped, as fists began to pound at the door. "Well, let's show them how very sorry you are."

"No!" William sobbed, meaning it this time, as Angelus yanked on the rope and dragged him off the bed, the friction to his aching balls and cock causing him to yelp all the louder.

Striding to the door, hauling William along on his knees behind him, Angelus made to remove the chair. "Your cock doesn't look the least little bit penitent" he chided. "Cover yourself" he ordered, before flinging open the door. "You wanted him punished!" he roared at Darla, as she stood, hand-raised, in the doorway. "Don't tell me you want me to go easy on him now!"

Darla took a step back, eyes travelling down from Angelus' grim expression to take in the sight of William kneeling and bound, face tear-stained and anguished. "Of course not, but…" She didn't trust him, didn't trust the evidence of her own eyes, could smell both men's arousal all too clearly. But Angelus seemed determined to have his way. "It was upsetting Drusilla" she added, glancing back over her shoulder to where Dru sat curled up tightly in a chair, arms wrapped about her head.

"Then take her to bed, my dear. Comfort her. I haven't finished with him yet." And with that he slammed the door shut once more. "No, I haven't finished with you yet, sweet figgy, and now we have 'til sunset" he promised, fondly stroking William's hair. "Don't you worry."

Mouth dry, tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth, William managed to croak out his gratitude. "Thank you, Angelus."

TBC