Puppy Love

Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC17
Warnings: Bondage, m/m, nothing too horrible.
Short Summary: Puppy learns about other ways rope is fun.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
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Xander was back in the damp shower room standing patiently still as Spike wound rope around him in another intricate pattern, more shibari knot work. It was different this time, there were a lot of knots along his back. He felt Spike tie rope around his legs, tight and secure before giving him a push and knocking Xander off his feet.

He let out a startled, muffled yelp as the ground rose up to meet him, unable to even bring his hands up to stop his fall… but he didn’t fall. Something caught him. Spike worked on the knots on his legs and suddenly his legs were being pulled up and behind him, so his weight was totally supported by the knot-work around his body.

Slowly, so very very slowly he felt himself being inched up, further away from the floor until he was at hip height for Spike. He felt the cold hand slap his unprotected ass, and wished Spike hadn’t bound his cock and balls in such a painful and tight way… the spank just made little Xan twitch and Spike chuckle above him.

The gag was unlocked and the phallus shape was pulled out of Xander’s mouth, Xander worked his jaw, trying to work the cramps and pain out. “Thank you Master,” he said softly, wincing slightly at the sharp pain he got in his jaw.

“Not done yet boy. Suspension’s an art, and I intend to enjoy my masterpiece.” He tapped the underside of Xander’s jaw and he opened his mouth obediently, even though he whimpered in anticipated pain from keeping his mouth so wide again.

Spike paced around him, checking the knots, making sure Xander’s circulation wasn’t impaired and making sure he was secure enough for a little rough play. Xander felt every twitch of the ropes and whimpered with his mouth wide open. He didn’t see Spike nod his head in satisfaction, but he did s stick out his tongue towards Spike’s crotch, knowing what was expected of him and what he would likely end up doing anyway. .

“Eager puppy, aren’t you? Want to please your Master, want to keep him happy so he’ll keep you happy and healthy.” He petted Xander’s head, stroking the lengthy locks. Like him so much better with long hair, all chocolate and sunshine.

Xander kept his mouth open, looking up at Spike without moving his head and flexed his fingers and toes, the only bits that were able to move through all the bondage. Spike pushed him by the shoulder and chuckled as Xander swung easily in the ropes.

Xander looked Spike over again, from naked feet to naked chest, with black jeans in the middle. Xander eyed the sculpted muscles of Spike’s body, the smooth expanse of skin not even glistening with sweat from the humid room. He felt the sweat drip off himself as his body tried futilely to cool itself down.

Spike walked up to him and ran his fingers through Xander’s hair, “You’ve been a good little bitch for me, taking to your training well losing almost all of your inhibitions. I’ve broken down almost every door puppy, and I’m always hunting for more to smash up but I got to admit, they keep getting harder and harder to find. Don’t worry though, I won’t stop any time soon. And now, though you deny it, you’re getting a treat. I expect a ‘happy ending’ if you know what I mean?”

Spike tightened his grip in Xander’s hair, making the human whimper quietly, but his cock betrayed him, leaking precum all over the floor in an almost steady flow as it twitched and strained in its rope prison. Spike looked down to chocolate eyes dark with desire looking up at him, Can’t keep denying it pet. I’ve already won.

Spike undid his tight jeans with a practiced ease, flicking his fingers so the button fly undid itself in one fluid motion. They dropped to the floor with a little wiggle of Spike’s hips which looked to mesmerize his pet. His cock sprang free and was inches from Xander’s seeking tongue. Spike just smiled.

“Keep that mouth open and that tongue working hard to please me puppy, I won’t take anything but the best from you, and I know your best.” He stepped out of his jeans after forcing them down and off, kicking them away to the side as he gripped each of Xander’s shoulders, rocking him gently in his bindings, teasing Xander, so he only got a taste on his tongue tip when he was close enough.

Xander whimpered again and looked up at Spike, a quiet pleading in his eyes. Spike chuckled. “Tell me what a cock sucking whore you are, tell me how you crave it, how you need it, tell me pet, I want to hear it all.”

Xander swallowed thickly, since talking meant being able to close his mouth, he knew it was allowed. He looked a little pale, almost like he was about to have a big secret revealed. Can read you like a book puppy, you’re not going to be able to lie to yourself for much longer.

“I-I… I l-l-love, I love sucking cock, I l-love the taste and feel of it in my mouth. When I don’t have it I yearn for it, day dreaming constantly about the next time it will happen, b-but it’s always your cock I day dream about! I need it, I need it because… because it’s the only time I feel like I’ve done anything good, and it makes me feel good to know I did that, I made you cum, with my mouth and lips and tongue. I did it, me, and I can’t live without it…. Please… please let me suck your cock. Please let me try to please you, please…” He looked like he was holding back tears, his nose scrunched up cutely.

Spike smiled and patted Xander’s head. “Such a good little bitch, takes to orders quite well. You did good puppy, and now you get the reward you’ve been craving. Open wide,” he said with immediate results. Swiftly he plunged his cock down Xander’s pliant throat and grunted in pleasure. So hot, so hot. Want to be inside him always.

Spike hammered steadily into Xander, rocking him back and forth in his rope harness to meet his thrusts. He heard the human gag, and even retch, but he didn’t care, it felt so fucking good. Through it all, Xander’s tongue was agile and alert, licking and stroking actively while he sucked it as hard as he could manage. He started to cry from the retching, and the fact that Spike didn’t even seem to care, so he tried even harder to please Spike, wishing he had a tongue stud. Maybe I’ll ask him for one. If I tell him it’s for mind blowing sex he’ll probably say yes no problem.

Spike meanwhile, was fighting hard to keep his composure, unwilling to show the boy just what he did to him. He snarled suddenly and sped up, feeling Xander start to struggle for breath, fighting against his bonds futilely. Spike pulled on the ropes, swinging Xander on and off his cock, stuffing his throat and barely touching his lips in strong, hard strokes.

Spike threw back his head and felt his face shift, knew his eyes glowed golden, and he kept his head upraised so the human wouldn’t know. It was the best blowjob the boy had ever given him and he was so very happy the training was coming along so swiftly. He snarled again and held Xander on his cock, buried to the hilt in the boys throat and mouth, and spewed forth a tepid load, he pulled back so the last few spurts landed on Xander’s tongue so he’d have to taste it. He grunted when Xander happily swallowed and kept sucking on his cock head, wanting more, then chuckled. “Can stop now pet.”

Spike stroked the boy’s skin and petted his hair, listening to him pant loudly, his whole body heaving and quivering. Didn’t get to cum, did he? It’ll better teach him his place if I leave him be. He smirked down at the boy and pulled back, putting his pants back on and leaving Xander hanging. When he heard sounds of surprise and protest he snorted and said, “You’re the slave puppy, you don’t get to decide when and if you cum. That also means no playing with yourself.” He turned around and faced Xander again, “You got me?”

“Yes Master,” Xander whispered. He closed his eyes and held still, the ropes supporting and holding him immobile.

Eventually he was let down and was forced into the cage for some contemplation time with his wrists cuffed to his collar. He spent the entire night going over what he’d told Spike, and wondered why such a declaration would feel like he was ripping off a piece of skin and showing what’s beneath. He didn’t really care for Spike…. Spike was his captor, his tormentor, his torturer, never anything else. So why feel this way?

How’d he know I’d need time to think things over anyways? He remembered their past conversations of what his claim meant. He’s so attuned to me… it’s kinda scary… does he really care that much about what I feel, what I think? Why does it matter to me if he does? What’s going on in my head?