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54
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Chapter 17A/50 - Pet
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R-ish (I think. If I'm wrong, lemme know)
Warnings: mild torture, humiliation, nudity, slavery, bondage, nothing huge.
Short Summary: Puppy gets interrogated, Spike learns about puppy's past. Cut in two for length.
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Full list on my LJ-
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by LJ User hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
~*~*~
He was well fed and pampered for days and just when he was beginning to wonder when the other shoe was going to drop, it did. He woke up groggy and suspended by his arms in the middle of a warm, moist room. He couldn’t tell much else because the blindfold was cutting off his vision. Gee, ya think that was the point?
Well, it wasn’t so much a blindfold as a full leather hood, without a built in gag. In fact, the zipper closer in front of his lips had even been left open. Unfortunately the fact that he wasn’t gagged didn’t make him feel any better, it usually just meant Spike wanted to hear him scream. He was chained spread eagle and vertical, most of his weight supported by his arms. They had barely started to ache, so he couldn’t have been up there long. He groaned softly and rolled his head until it rested against his raised arm, feeling weak and totally disoriented.
What happened? Was… did he drug me? The last thing he remembered was Spike… What had happened?
~*~*~
Spike had lifted his speech ban. He was finally allowed to ask for permission to speak, and if Spike let him he could say what he wanted to say; as long as it was respectful and honest. He was never allowed to lie or be deceitful and as long as he kept to the rules he got to keep the privilege. Of asking permission to speak. Which was a privilege. Because really? It was. It was a sweet privilege he treasured completely. Add to it the sworn assurance that he could ask or say anything as long as he kept to the rules without fear of punishment and the once verbose Scooby was suddenly struck silent.
Spike eventually coaxed the words free, gently asking questions about his life and history. First with his parents, who they were and where they came from, then his childhood, almost each year discussed at length. Xander answered each question faithfully, almost fearfully, never taking his eyes from Spike’s face. he never looked into Spike’s eyes though, he wasn’t an equal or about to challenge his status or anything crazy like that. He knew better.
He spent hours spilling his guts and every single last detail of everything Spike asked him. Oddly, Spike only mentioned the Slayer when it had something to do with Xander, he never once used his pet’s intimate relationship in the circle of his sworn enemies, it was almost like he didn’t care. Xander never had to betray a confidence, never had to hide anything because as all the questions were about Xander, there was no one he needed to protect.
After a while he began to suspect this was just the vampire’s way of finding out what made him tick, what made him Xander. That was alright, it wasn’t like he had anything to hide, and telling the vampire that his father was a little heavy handed and his mother forgot he existed wasn’t a bad thing. Just because he’d never admitted it to anyone else, should they ever have asked… it didn’t mean it wasn’t true.
He hated carrying around that secret weight, part of him always secretly yearning for that after school special kind of ending, where someone would ask him and he’d tearfully break down and admit to it, to the abuse and neglect, but no one ever had. He’d always been alone, and dealt with the shame and pain the same way, alone, by himself, with no help from anyone.
He told Spike everything, and at the end Spike had looked at him almost coldly, and swept his chilly gaze up the length of Xander’s nude and unashamedly displayed body. He spoke then, voice devoid of the soft and gentle tones he’d been using earlier. Now things were much, much more serious.
“Can’t say I didn’t give it a try this way first.” His voice took on an echoing timbre as he said his last word, “Sleep.”
The world had fallen away after that, melting into deliciously cool darkness.
~*~*~
And then I woke up here. Right. So. Huh? He made another weak grunt before finally lifting and shaking his head, trying to get rid of the cobwebs that seemed to have taken over. Whatever had taken him in its grasp like that seemed to have finally let go. He thought he heard a sound and turned his head in its direction, the scent of leather was filling his senses and made it hard to concentrate. He felt that velvet lined well tugging at him, waiting for him to just let go and fall, but until he knew what was going on he just couldn’t relax into that dark haven.
He struggled against his mind’s urge to just… melt, and heard that sound again, directly in front of him. Every sound was heavily muffled through the thick leather, and it felt like he had extra padding on top of his ears. He wondered how loud Spike was being for him to be able to hear it.
Suddenly he heard an electronic click, and he finally understood the “extra padding” over his ears were actually built in headphones. Spike could talk to Xander without having to take the whole leather contraption off. Something was tied around the base of his cock and balls and strung up directly in front of him before he fully registered what was happening. Whatever it was that bound him, it was tight and clearly meant to deter him from moving.
Smoothly he was lowered until his toes touched the cool, slick tile and Xander felt his stomach lurch. Tile for easier clean up? Is that why we’re here in this tiled, moist room? Because we’re about to make a huge mess and Spike doesn’t want to have to struggle with stained carpets? Because that can not be good for me, at all.
Something nudged at his slick anus and gently pressed inwards, stretching him comfortably and not nearly full enough. The strap around the base of his cock was pulled tight until it was just this side of painful as it pulled his organs away from his body. Suddenly his situation became clear to him. He could relax his stance and take the toy more fully inside him while ripping off his whole team or he could fight his body’s pain and instinct when his muscles began to scream.
Tight enough to keep the arms outta the way but not tight enough to keep me from moving… if I want to… if I can’t stop myself from it. I’m going to be tortured. Spike waited until I was healthy enough and now he’s going to torture me. I’m going to be tortured just like in those books, aren’t I? My blood is gonna paint the walls and if I’m really lucky he’ll make me come back in here and clean it off myself. Oh my gods, he’s going to torture me till he kills me. I’m gonna be dead and hanging in these chains because… because he’s a freak of a vampire that gets off on these things? No, wait, there has to be a reason for this, what the hell did I do to piss him off? Suddenly Spike’s voice filled his head and he had to bite back a startled shriek.
“Morning pet, got some questions for you. We tried it the gentle way so now we’re tryin’ the way much more likely to cause yourself embarrassment and possible personal harm. Now think about this long an’ hard pet, after this we go to the ‘hurt him until he sings’ way of getting my answers. Got it?”
Xander nodded timidly and whimpered, “Yes Sir. I’ll tell you anything! I didn’t…. I didn’t realize I’d been holding things back. I’m sorry. Pl-please just ask me again, you don’t, you don’t have to do this Sir, please!” He was dancing on his tip toes, feeling his legs start to tremble already. What does he want? I gave him everything, answered anything. He just has to ask, I’ll tell him! Why would I lie? Why would I keep anything to myself? The only thing I didn’t tell him was… oh dear god.
The first lash fell with a sharp slap onto his back, again Spike’s voice came through his headphones, tinny yet clear. “That’s a six foot bull whip without a cracker at the end, it’s a slapper, a long thin strip of leather. It’ll bruise and abrade, raise welts and even sometimes feel like a tender caress but it won’t draw blood. You keep playing your game an’ I’ll pull out the toys that do draw blood.” Spike’s voice was icy calm and left zero room for doubt. If Xander didn’t play by Spike’s rules, the reason for him being in a tiled room was going to become clearly apparent.
I don’t want to die.
Warnings: mild torture, humiliation, nudity, slavery, bondage, nothing huge.
Short Summary: Puppy gets interrogated, Spike learns about puppy's past. Cut in two for length.
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Full list on my LJ-
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by LJ User hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
He was well fed and pampered for days and just when he was beginning to wonder when the other shoe was going to drop, it did. He woke up groggy and suspended by his arms in the middle of a warm, moist room. He couldn’t tell much else because the blindfold was cutting off his vision. Gee, ya think that was the point?
Well, it wasn’t so much a blindfold as a full leather hood, without a built in gag. In fact, the zipper closer in front of his lips had even been left open. Unfortunately the fact that he wasn’t gagged didn’t make him feel any better, it usually just meant Spike wanted to hear him scream. He was chained spread eagle and vertical, most of his weight supported by his arms. They had barely started to ache, so he couldn’t have been up there long. He groaned softly and rolled his head until it rested against his raised arm, feeling weak and totally disoriented.
What happened? Was… did he drug me? The last thing he remembered was Spike… What had happened?
Spike had lifted his speech ban. He was finally allowed to ask for permission to speak, and if Spike let him he could say what he wanted to say; as long as it was respectful and honest. He was never allowed to lie or be deceitful and as long as he kept to the rules he got to keep the privilege. Of asking permission to speak. Which was a privilege. Because really? It was. It was a sweet privilege he treasured completely. Add to it the sworn assurance that he could ask or say anything as long as he kept to the rules without fear of punishment and the once verbose Scooby was suddenly struck silent.
Spike eventually coaxed the words free, gently asking questions about his life and history. First with his parents, who they were and where they came from, then his childhood, almost each year discussed at length. Xander answered each question faithfully, almost fearfully, never taking his eyes from Spike’s face. he never looked into Spike’s eyes though, he wasn’t an equal or about to challenge his status or anything crazy like that. He knew better.
He spent hours spilling his guts and every single last detail of everything Spike asked him. Oddly, Spike only mentioned the Slayer when it had something to do with Xander, he never once used his pet’s intimate relationship in the circle of his sworn enemies, it was almost like he didn’t care. Xander never had to betray a confidence, never had to hide anything because as all the questions were about Xander, there was no one he needed to protect.
After a while he began to suspect this was just the vampire’s way of finding out what made him tick, what made him Xander. That was alright, it wasn’t like he had anything to hide, and telling the vampire that his father was a little heavy handed and his mother forgot he existed wasn’t a bad thing. Just because he’d never admitted it to anyone else, should they ever have asked… it didn’t mean it wasn’t true.
He hated carrying around that secret weight, part of him always secretly yearning for that after school special kind of ending, where someone would ask him and he’d tearfully break down and admit to it, to the abuse and neglect, but no one ever had. He’d always been alone, and dealt with the shame and pain the same way, alone, by himself, with no help from anyone.
He told Spike everything, and at the end Spike had looked at him almost coldly, and swept his chilly gaze up the length of Xander’s nude and unashamedly displayed body. He spoke then, voice devoid of the soft and gentle tones he’d been using earlier. Now things were much, much more serious.
“Can’t say I didn’t give it a try this way first.” His voice took on an echoing timbre as he said his last word, “Sleep.”
The world had fallen away after that, melting into deliciously cool darkness.
And then I woke up here. Right. So. Huh? He made another weak grunt before finally lifting and shaking his head, trying to get rid of the cobwebs that seemed to have taken over. Whatever had taken him in its grasp like that seemed to have finally let go. He thought he heard a sound and turned his head in its direction, the scent of leather was filling his senses and made it hard to concentrate. He felt that velvet lined well tugging at him, waiting for him to just let go and fall, but until he knew what was going on he just couldn’t relax into that dark haven.
He struggled against his mind’s urge to just… melt, and heard that sound again, directly in front of him. Every sound was heavily muffled through the thick leather, and it felt like he had extra padding on top of his ears. He wondered how loud Spike was being for him to be able to hear it.
Suddenly he heard an electronic click, and he finally understood the “extra padding” over his ears were actually built in headphones. Spike could talk to Xander without having to take the whole leather contraption off. Something was tied around the base of his cock and balls and strung up directly in front of him before he fully registered what was happening. Whatever it was that bound him, it was tight and clearly meant to deter him from moving.
Smoothly he was lowered until his toes touched the cool, slick tile and Xander felt his stomach lurch. Tile for easier clean up? Is that why we’re here in this tiled, moist room? Because we’re about to make a huge mess and Spike doesn’t want to have to struggle with stained carpets? Because that can not be good for me, at all.
Something nudged at his slick anus and gently pressed inwards, stretching him comfortably and not nearly full enough. The strap around the base of his cock was pulled tight until it was just this side of painful as it pulled his organs away from his body. Suddenly his situation became clear to him. He could relax his stance and take the toy more fully inside him while ripping off his whole team or he could fight his body’s pain and instinct when his muscles began to scream.
Tight enough to keep the arms outta the way but not tight enough to keep me from moving… if I want to… if I can’t stop myself from it. I’m going to be tortured. Spike waited until I was healthy enough and now he’s going to torture me. I’m going to be tortured just like in those books, aren’t I? My blood is gonna paint the walls and if I’m really lucky he’ll make me come back in here and clean it off myself. Oh my gods, he’s going to torture me till he kills me. I’m gonna be dead and hanging in these chains because… because he’s a freak of a vampire that gets off on these things? No, wait, there has to be a reason for this, what the hell did I do to piss him off? Suddenly Spike’s voice filled his head and he had to bite back a startled shriek.
“Morning pet, got some questions for you. We tried it the gentle way so now we’re tryin’ the way much more likely to cause yourself embarrassment and possible personal harm. Now think about this long an’ hard pet, after this we go to the ‘hurt him until he sings’ way of getting my answers. Got it?”
Xander nodded timidly and whimpered, “Yes Sir. I’ll tell you anything! I didn’t…. I didn’t realize I’d been holding things back. I’m sorry. Pl-please just ask me again, you don’t, you don’t have to do this Sir, please!” He was dancing on his tip toes, feeling his legs start to tremble already. What does he want? I gave him everything, answered anything. He just has to ask, I’ll tell him! Why would I lie? Why would I keep anything to myself? The only thing I didn’t tell him was… oh dear god.
The first lash fell with a sharp slap onto his back, again Spike’s voice came through his headphones, tinny yet clear. “That’s a six foot bull whip without a cracker at the end, it’s a slapper, a long thin strip of leather. It’ll bruise and abrade, raise welts and even sometimes feel like a tender caress but it won’t draw blood. You keep playing your game an’ I’ll pull out the toys that do draw blood.” Spike’s voice was icy calm and left zero room for doubt. If Xander didn’t play by Spike’s rules, the reason for him being in a tiled room was going to become clearly apparent.
I don’t want to die.