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Adult ++
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54
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Chapter 21/50 - Black
Title: Puppy Love 21/50 - Black
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC-17
Warnings: Boy boy kinky sex!
Short Summary: Puppy learns the dark doesn't always hide badness and evil, sometimes it's just damned fun.
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Complete 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!
A.N.2 Longer than before, but not by much.
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
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He’d lost track of time, no longer sure how long ago he’d been captured or how long he’d held out before he’d given in. He told himself it was a strategic retreat, waiting in his best health to be rescued, but part of him knew the truth of it. A dark, persistant, impossible to ignore anymore part of him. He wondered how long it had taken to admit he liked it, to beg for it from the blond haired vamp. He wondered what he’d do if someone came to his rescue, like anyone ever would. He wondered if it mattered anymore.
He was blindfolded and left on his back on the bed, the only restraint on him was his ever present ankle chain locked about the bed post. He wondered what he’d do if he was ever left without any restraints whatsoever; would he fight, flee? Maybe he’d find some way to get the collar off, maybe he’d… he’d… but no. That same dark part of him knew he’d never leave, not anymore. Not only was there nowhere to go, but life was… good here, better than anything he’d had before.
Ever since Spike had found out what kind of reaction a blindfold drew from his pet, he’d found plenty of excuses to use them. Xander had never found it within himself to dread the moments when he was stuck in a black void, how could he when he felt so free every time the darkness over came him? It made him… quiet, calm, at peace. Even the whistling of an incoming riding crop couldn’t make him flinch, not when he was blindfolded.
It made him feel… almost safe behind the leather, silk or whatever it was that Spike had covered his eyes with. He had absolutely no control, not even the ability to flinch in apprehension while watching a downward swing, nothing, and it was utterly freeing. The noises, voices, doubts, fears, urges and everything in his head just melted away like smoke, leaving nothing but himself, his pure self behind. Part of him wondered if he should be afraid, being flayed so openly for Spike’s personal consumption, but most of him just didn’t care anymore; it wasn’t as if Spike punished him for nothing or hurt him maliciously…. At least, not yet.
His fingertips twitched slightly when he felt weight settle on the mattress beside him, but otherwise he held still, it was more fun if he played along. He felt something run lightly along the skin of his side, for a moment he thought it was the sharp edge of a blade before his memory catalogued it as the Wartenberg pinwheel Spike was often of a mind to use; it felt like a sharp edge yet left him unmarked… as long as Spike wasn’t over zealous and didn’t press too hard. Not that Xander often minded when Spike pressed too hard… sometimes he even asked for it.
Sometimes he begged.
Xander wondered time and time again if he’d really given up to live longer, healthier out of logic or some sick, perverted, unvoiced fantasy he’d masturbated to countless times. Spike read him, read the body language he’d fought to hide at first, read the unvoiced pleadings and fulfilled them. He sometimes made Xander beg, sometimes he didn’t have to, but Xander admitted in a deep dark corner of his mind that those times Spike made him beg, those times were the best.
Then again, those times that Spike just stormed into the room, ripped the plug out and fucked him senseless were pretty damned good too, sometimes it was hard to draw the line.
He hadn’t asked Spike for a new plug, it had happened on its own when Spike felt it was time, leaving Xander to ponder if Spike had wanted to hurt him so badly the first few times or if he was just too loose for the smaller plug. He felt a chilled hand stroke the base of his plug and gasped out loud when it buzzed to life; they stayed away from the vibration option on this toy because it made Xander cum too hard to think coherently afterwards. At least, that’s what Xander surmised since Spike so rarely used the option on the toy, and it really did make him cum till his eyes rolled back in his head.
Surprisingly gentle lips found his, devouring him languidly, like he had all the time in the world to stake his claim on Xander’s mouth, and Xander supposed he did. He kissed back hungrily, reaching his arms up to pull Spike hard against his chest but the warning snarl stilled his actions; he’d learned the cues and subtle permissions granted him. Right now he was to be passive, but he didn’t trust himself. Without thought he shoved his forearms beneath the small of his back, making him arch slightly, but it guaranteed no chance loss of control. Xander curled his hands into useless fists in the small of his back before finally whimpering softly in need.
“Say it pet, ‘m past playin’ games, past pretendin’ this is what it isn’t. You aren’t able to lie to yourself anymore, gotta say it to get it, gotta ask an’ beg pretty before you’re indulged. Come pet,” cool lips nibbled at his ear before they murmured, “tell your Master what you crave.”
And that was it, wasn’t it? That first time he’d called Spike Master. That first time he’d felt safe, cared for. Cared for like a new puppy but cared for. That first time he gave himself over completely, that first time he stood without reservation or guilt. The first time he let himself feel gratitude towards his captor. Stockholm’s or am I just… realizing a truth about myself. Maybe this was what I was looking for, before, without realizing it. Cruelty and caring side by side, sadism and masochism. Hey, you think that’s why so many people get into S&M?
He lost himself completely then, feeling the vibrations of the plug, Spike nestled between his thighs while he ran the pinwheel up and down his arms, thighs, cock and even along his balls. He loved it, wanted it to never end, he gasped and threw one hand up to lock around the bars of the metal headboard so he could bite into his bicep while his other hand fisted and shook in the small of his back. He was losing control quickly, it felt like pieces of himself were flying off and he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Please… Master, please, fuck me. Don’t ever stop fucking me. I need you in me Master, I need you to fill me, fulfill me, make me whole. Please… oh god please Master, fuck me.” The pinwheel pressed harder suddenly, and Xander hissed in a surprised breath. Spike latched onto the abused skin and laved it with his tongue before going back to drawing designs with the pinwheel. I made him lose control. I made him draw blood, I did it, me. I made him growl, I said those words and made him lose himself.
It was weird… the more power he gave up, the more control he gave away, the freer and more powerful he became. He tilted his head to the side and heard a rolling snarl and couldn’t help the answering curl of his own lips as he smiled. I did that, me. Lips traced the intricate scar on his neck, making him gasp and moan, biting his bicep even harder to keep himself in control. It ate at him, this emptiness he now felt inside, ached to be filled and full.
The plug was pulled out and tossed aside, swiftly replaced by cool silk, Spike had lubed himself liberally beforehand it seemed and Xander wondered if he should feel ashamed that he’d secretly wished for a rougher ride. When Spike’s cock slid past his prostate he didn’t think he cared. He heard the low rumble, heard Spike give him permission to touch, hold, and caress him and he gave in like a man drowning. It felt so good, so full, so real, he lost himself in it, drowning in a sea of sensations poured into him by his Master.
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC-17
Warnings: Boy boy kinky sex!
Short Summary: Puppy learns the dark doesn't always hide badness and evil, sometimes it's just damned fun.
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Complete 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!
A.N.2 Longer than before, but not by much.
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
He’d lost track of time, no longer sure how long ago he’d been captured or how long he’d held out before he’d given in. He told himself it was a strategic retreat, waiting in his best health to be rescued, but part of him knew the truth of it. A dark, persistant, impossible to ignore anymore part of him. He wondered how long it had taken to admit he liked it, to beg for it from the blond haired vamp. He wondered what he’d do if someone came to his rescue, like anyone ever would. He wondered if it mattered anymore.
He was blindfolded and left on his back on the bed, the only restraint on him was his ever present ankle chain locked about the bed post. He wondered what he’d do if he was ever left without any restraints whatsoever; would he fight, flee? Maybe he’d find some way to get the collar off, maybe he’d… he’d… but no. That same dark part of him knew he’d never leave, not anymore. Not only was there nowhere to go, but life was… good here, better than anything he’d had before.
Ever since Spike had found out what kind of reaction a blindfold drew from his pet, he’d found plenty of excuses to use them. Xander had never found it within himself to dread the moments when he was stuck in a black void, how could he when he felt so free every time the darkness over came him? It made him… quiet, calm, at peace. Even the whistling of an incoming riding crop couldn’t make him flinch, not when he was blindfolded.
It made him feel… almost safe behind the leather, silk or whatever it was that Spike had covered his eyes with. He had absolutely no control, not even the ability to flinch in apprehension while watching a downward swing, nothing, and it was utterly freeing. The noises, voices, doubts, fears, urges and everything in his head just melted away like smoke, leaving nothing but himself, his pure self behind. Part of him wondered if he should be afraid, being flayed so openly for Spike’s personal consumption, but most of him just didn’t care anymore; it wasn’t as if Spike punished him for nothing or hurt him maliciously…. At least, not yet.
His fingertips twitched slightly when he felt weight settle on the mattress beside him, but otherwise he held still, it was more fun if he played along. He felt something run lightly along the skin of his side, for a moment he thought it was the sharp edge of a blade before his memory catalogued it as the Wartenberg pinwheel Spike was often of a mind to use; it felt like a sharp edge yet left him unmarked… as long as Spike wasn’t over zealous and didn’t press too hard. Not that Xander often minded when Spike pressed too hard… sometimes he even asked for it.
Sometimes he begged.
Xander wondered time and time again if he’d really given up to live longer, healthier out of logic or some sick, perverted, unvoiced fantasy he’d masturbated to countless times. Spike read him, read the body language he’d fought to hide at first, read the unvoiced pleadings and fulfilled them. He sometimes made Xander beg, sometimes he didn’t have to, but Xander admitted in a deep dark corner of his mind that those times Spike made him beg, those times were the best.
Then again, those times that Spike just stormed into the room, ripped the plug out and fucked him senseless were pretty damned good too, sometimes it was hard to draw the line.
He hadn’t asked Spike for a new plug, it had happened on its own when Spike felt it was time, leaving Xander to ponder if Spike had wanted to hurt him so badly the first few times or if he was just too loose for the smaller plug. He felt a chilled hand stroke the base of his plug and gasped out loud when it buzzed to life; they stayed away from the vibration option on this toy because it made Xander cum too hard to think coherently afterwards. At least, that’s what Xander surmised since Spike so rarely used the option on the toy, and it really did make him cum till his eyes rolled back in his head.
Surprisingly gentle lips found his, devouring him languidly, like he had all the time in the world to stake his claim on Xander’s mouth, and Xander supposed he did. He kissed back hungrily, reaching his arms up to pull Spike hard against his chest but the warning snarl stilled his actions; he’d learned the cues and subtle permissions granted him. Right now he was to be passive, but he didn’t trust himself. Without thought he shoved his forearms beneath the small of his back, making him arch slightly, but it guaranteed no chance loss of control. Xander curled his hands into useless fists in the small of his back before finally whimpering softly in need.
“Say it pet, ‘m past playin’ games, past pretendin’ this is what it isn’t. You aren’t able to lie to yourself anymore, gotta say it to get it, gotta ask an’ beg pretty before you’re indulged. Come pet,” cool lips nibbled at his ear before they murmured, “tell your Master what you crave.”
And that was it, wasn’t it? That first time he’d called Spike Master. That first time he’d felt safe, cared for. Cared for like a new puppy but cared for. That first time he gave himself over completely, that first time he stood without reservation or guilt. The first time he let himself feel gratitude towards his captor. Stockholm’s or am I just… realizing a truth about myself. Maybe this was what I was looking for, before, without realizing it. Cruelty and caring side by side, sadism and masochism. Hey, you think that’s why so many people get into S&M?
He lost himself completely then, feeling the vibrations of the plug, Spike nestled between his thighs while he ran the pinwheel up and down his arms, thighs, cock and even along his balls. He loved it, wanted it to never end, he gasped and threw one hand up to lock around the bars of the metal headboard so he could bite into his bicep while his other hand fisted and shook in the small of his back. He was losing control quickly, it felt like pieces of himself were flying off and he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Please… Master, please, fuck me. Don’t ever stop fucking me. I need you in me Master, I need you to fill me, fulfill me, make me whole. Please… oh god please Master, fuck me.” The pinwheel pressed harder suddenly, and Xander hissed in a surprised breath. Spike latched onto the abused skin and laved it with his tongue before going back to drawing designs with the pinwheel. I made him lose control. I made him draw blood, I did it, me. I made him growl, I said those words and made him lose himself.
It was weird… the more power he gave up, the more control he gave away, the freer and more powerful he became. He tilted his head to the side and heard a rolling snarl and couldn’t help the answering curl of his own lips as he smiled. I did that, me. Lips traced the intricate scar on his neck, making him gasp and moan, biting his bicep even harder to keep himself in control. It ate at him, this emptiness he now felt inside, ached to be filled and full.
The plug was pulled out and tossed aside, swiftly replaced by cool silk, Spike had lubed himself liberally beforehand it seemed and Xander wondered if he should feel ashamed that he’d secretly wished for a rougher ride. When Spike’s cock slid past his prostate he didn’t think he cared. He heard the low rumble, heard Spike give him permission to touch, hold, and caress him and he gave in like a man drowning. It felt so good, so full, so real, he lost himself in it, drowning in a sea of sensations poured into him by his Master.