On the Other Side

Chapter 17


He entered the bedroom and shut the door behind him, making sure to turn the lock. His father was sitting on the corner of the bed, digging through the small wooden chest sitting on his lap. Spike watched, with equal parts dread and curiosity, as Rupert pocketed an item from the chest then shoved it under the bed.

Leaning against the door, he tracked the older man’s movements back and forth along the rug.

“William, you’re getting older, and with that coming of age comes the desire for more independence, to assert yourself to the world as an individual. I understand that desire, having been your age once myself, and, as such, am prepared to allow you a bit more freedom.”

Spike was floored. The old man wanted to have a father-son talk? Wonders would never cease.

Rupert removed his glasses, withdrawing a cloth from his pocket and giving them a cursory polish before replacing them. Stepping closer, he reached out and cupped the back of Spike’s head, fingers gently massaging his skull. Without warning, the grip became harsh, and Spike was jerked forward until his nose was mashed against the older man’s clavicle. Nails dug into his skull and his father panted against his neck, the hot breaths echoing in his ear.

“But just because you’re given more freedom doesn’t mean I’ll allow you to forget where you belong.”

He was roughly shoved against the door and Rupert stepped away, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing the item Spike had been so curious about earlier and holding it up for inspection. It was wedge-shaped, about an inch and a half wide at the widest point, with some sort of handle at the end.

“It’s called a butt plug and, by the name, I suppose you can guess what it’s used for.” The older man crossed his arms, absently tapping the plug against his lips.

Butt…plug? Spike’s mind went a million ways at once, none of them pleasant. There was no way he’d let the bastard…

“Now, every afternoon after school, I’ll allow you free rein as far as running about town, visiting with friends and such, provided you follow two rules. First of all, you’re not to miss our appointment. It will be eleven-thirty sharp, every night. If you wish, you may go out again afterwards on the weekends, but on school nights you’ll stay in. Understand?”

The first demand really wasn’t any different than what he went through every night, with the exception that now he’d have the freedom to do whatever he wanted during the day. He nodded.

“Now, for the second part. With the exception of school, any time you’re out of the house, you’ll wear this.” He held up the plug. “For me, we’ll simply call it insurance that you won’t…do anything…unseemly. For you, well, let’s just say it’ll be a reminder of what’s expected of you.”

Spike swallowed. He supposed he could always just put it in and then visit the toilet and take it out. Then he could put it back in before he returned, but he’d have to be careful to remember…

“William, I can practically see the wheels turning in your head. You’ll not remove or disturb this the entire time you’re away from home.” Rupert reached under the bed and retrieved the chest, openit ant and digging around a few moments more before removing another item. “If you do, you’ll be required to wear this one every day.” It was another butt plug, at least twice the size of the other one. Spike felt his jaw drop open. “I dare say that this one will be much more obtrusive than the other, don’t you?” The older man replaced the plug and slid the chest under the bed again.

“Now, drop your trousers and bend over the bed. I’ll put it in this time, but pay attention, because from now on, you’ll be expected to insert it yourself.”

Spike hesitated only a moment, the call of the road stronger than his revulsion at the idea of having that thing stuffed into his ass the whole night.

He tensed as one slippery finger breached him.

He received a light slap on the bum that quickly turned into a grope. “Now, William, you know better than that. Relax, it’ll be much easier on us both.”

A second finger was added, gently probing his hole. To Spike, the fingering was almost the worst part of the whole arrangement. When Rupert fucked him, he was always rough, the physical pain matching the emotional. But the man’s fingers were always gentle, their touch almost loving, and sometimes he almost believed his father did love him…at least until fingers were replaced with dick and the pain began. He’d become accustomed to his father’s deceitful ways, but he always fell for the lies painted inside by those tender touches.

He’d be more than glad to do this for himself from now on.

He grunted as the plug was inserted, his sphincter fitting snugly into the indentation. A strong arm slid under his chest and stood him up, his back pressed to his father’s chest. His breath caught when one of Rupert’s hands stole down to his crack, wiggling the plug in his ass. He was treated with another slap.

“Now, pull up your trousers and go; Xander will be wondering where you are.”

Spike bent to retrieve his pants, shifting his weight around as the plug pressed against his bowels. He took a few awkward steps towards the door before a pair of arms encircled his waist. His father pressed a dry kiss under his ear.

“William, don’t you dare try to lie to me. This new persona you’ve invented may be able to fool your school friends, but you cannot lie to me. Your eyes always tell the truth.”

With that, he was shoved out the door.

He retrieved Xander from the kitchen and led him to the De Soto, trying desperately to walk normally.

He sat in the driver’s seat, adjusted his position four times to get comfortable, and started the ignition.

“If you want to drive around a bit before dropping me off, I wouldn’t mind. Unless, of course, you have other important things to do and need to drop me off first. In fact, why don’t you just go ahead and let me out at Jesse’s so you won’t have to deal with having me with you?”

A smile wormed its way onto Spike’s face. “I think I’ll drive around a bit, if it’s all the same to you.”

Xander’s grin lit up the car.

A few moments later, the car hit a pothole, jarring the plug into him almost painfully. He glanced over at his younger brother, who was still grinning like a mad man and waving at everyone they passed. What would happen if…they just kept driving? They could hole n son some little town, and he could get a job…They’d probably have to sleep in the car for a while, but surely he’d find some place for them to live…

“Did you know Willow knows how to make cookies? She said the next time I came to her house, she’d show me how to make them, you know, like how Mum used to. Except not exactly like Mum’s, cause Willow said she didn’t have the recipe, but she said she could make chocolate chip, and I can’t wait. Do you think we have Mum’s recipe?”

Spike sighed. He just couldn’t do it; Xander was so happy here with his friends, and he wouldn’t take him away from that.

“Jesse’s going to be so jealous when we pull up in this. Do you think he could have a ride sometime, too? Maybe if his mom gave you some gas money, you could take us to see a movie or something. Or we could go to the arcade, or…whatever you think would be a good idea.”

“Sure thing, Xan, a movie sounds fine.”

He’d just have to deal with whatever came next.