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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
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54
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41,655
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Chapter 46/50 - Twelve
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R
Warnings: Heavy play in a public space
Short Summary: Puppy gets punished.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
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!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.
Xander trembled.
Spike cuffed him securely before locking him to the rings on the St. Andrew’s cross. Even his ankles wore cuffs, better to fight against soft leather than rough rope, less damage. Xander panted heavily, not permitted a blindfold, made to stare at the vampires collected in front of him to see his expressions and listen to him scream.
Xander sobbed, he didn’t think he could do it, already he was making the locks rattle with his trembling. Spike didn’t seem to notice, he lined himself up beside and behind Xander, the cane in hand. He swished it through the air, hearing it swoosh clearly and saw Xander jump, he’d expected a blow.
Spike ran a hand over his perfect ass, “You gotta count ‘em pup, gotta tell me which one I’m at. You get it wrong we start over, you got it puppy, got the rules?” Spike stroked down Xander’s trembling back.
“Yes Master, I got it, I have to count them, I have to get the right number or you start over again at zero. I understand.” Xander whispered through a fear constricted throat. He whimpered and clenched his eyes in apprehension of pain. He wasn’t to be disappointed.
His Master struck him once across both ass cheeks, making him scream in agony, he felt the tendons on his neck stand out as he screamed, and then the wave of pain came back and washed over him again, making him gasp and struggle briefly. The crowd tittered as they watched him suffer.
“One Master!”
His Master hit him again, across both cheeks, making him scream again, thrashing and aching, wishing he could just get this over with.
“TWO Master!” His world was awash in pain, the waves washing over him nearly drowning him.
His Master brought it hard against his right cheek and Xander shrieked, screaming, and forgot to count, even though Spike waited.
“Back to one it is. Count puppy, don’t make me repeat myself! Now again!” He brought the cane down again, already there were lines of cut and inflamed flesh from the first two strikes, the cane was a wicked implement, so thin that with the strength Spike was using it easily split the skin.
“One Master!! One, one one one! One Master!” Xander started babbling when his throat stopped being too constricted to say anything. He was panting, face scrunched in pain, the crowed tittered again, pleased that he’d fucked up.
Spike brought it down again, the graphite cane whistling through the air before connecting solidly with Xander’s flesh. The boy howled and struggled, lost in pain, wanting it to stop.
“Two Master, two, two, two Master” Xander panted out, not daring to miss again, he wanted his punishment over as soon as possible.
Spike brought it down again and again Xander shrieked and screamed, thrashing. If the cross hadn’t been bolted down Spike was sure the boy would have knocked it over.
“THREE Master, three!” Xander sobbed now, it hurt, but it was worth it, this pain was worth saving Giles.
The rest of the caning went without incident he didn’t forget a number, didn’t displease, but he was crying in pain at the end, sobbing with it. When he was led back to his cage and he lay down he shivered and pulled the blanket tight around himself, he was going through sub drop, his body just this side of sliding into full blown shock.
He lay there and thought; this was nothing. He’d happily go through it again to save Giles’s life. He remembered the old man bleeding on the floor from his chair, remembered the bravado and how he tried to “save” Xander from his existence.
Xander snorted, saved, right. He’d always crave pain, now that the dam for those hungers had been broken he couldn’t stem the tide, his Master was right, he really was a perfect bottom boy. He thought back to when his Master had suddenly started to treat him harshly and shook his head, nothing close to that had happened again, and his Master was ever attentive. He knew as soon as he got home he’d get his lash marks seen to and properly taken care of… his Master just couldn’t do anything overly caring to a slave he was supposed to be punishing.
Xander looked out the cage at the vampires milling about the room, some shooting him hungry gazes as they smelt his blood and got hungry, several shifted to game face. That’s when Xander understood, the cage was there to protect him as well as show him his place. His Master really did think of everything. Well, everything except the Slayer, he always under estimated her.
He stopped and thought about it, really thought about it, Buffy was alive! She hadn’t died, she’d just run away because things had been too much. Xander could understand things being too much and just wanting to get away, even if it’s only for a little while. He tried to think of what his girls were doing, probably at the hospital with Giles, or at his bedside at home. He smiled to himself, thinking of the girls tending the old man.
Then he thought what Buffy would do when she heard Giles’ message from him, if it was even given. There was little to no chance Buffy was not going to try something… unless Giles managed to convince them not to. Maybe the fact that Xander told Giles about the binding, that would keep them away. They couldn’t kill his Master without killing him too, and there was nothing they could do to keep his Master from taking him back… maybe he’d be left in peace. Maybe he’d be allowed to live his life happily and without interruption.
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R
Warnings: Heavy play in a public space
Short Summary: Puppy gets punished.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
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!
Xander trembled.
Spike cuffed him securely before locking him to the rings on the St. Andrew’s cross. Even his ankles wore cuffs, better to fight against soft leather than rough rope, less damage. Xander panted heavily, not permitted a blindfold, made to stare at the vampires collected in front of him to see his expressions and listen to him scream.
Xander sobbed, he didn’t think he could do it, already he was making the locks rattle with his trembling. Spike didn’t seem to notice, he lined himself up beside and behind Xander, the cane in hand. He swished it through the air, hearing it swoosh clearly and saw Xander jump, he’d expected a blow.
Spike ran a hand over his perfect ass, “You gotta count ‘em pup, gotta tell me which one I’m at. You get it wrong we start over, you got it puppy, got the rules?” Spike stroked down Xander’s trembling back.
“Yes Master, I got it, I have to count them, I have to get the right number or you start over again at zero. I understand.” Xander whispered through a fear constricted throat. He whimpered and clenched his eyes in apprehension of pain. He wasn’t to be disappointed.
His Master struck him once across both ass cheeks, making him scream in agony, he felt the tendons on his neck stand out as he screamed, and then the wave of pain came back and washed over him again, making him gasp and struggle briefly. The crowd tittered as they watched him suffer.
“One Master!”
His Master hit him again, across both cheeks, making him scream again, thrashing and aching, wishing he could just get this over with.
“TWO Master!” His world was awash in pain, the waves washing over him nearly drowning him.
His Master brought it hard against his right cheek and Xander shrieked, screaming, and forgot to count, even though Spike waited.
“Back to one it is. Count puppy, don’t make me repeat myself! Now again!” He brought the cane down again, already there were lines of cut and inflamed flesh from the first two strikes, the cane was a wicked implement, so thin that with the strength Spike was using it easily split the skin.
“One Master!! One, one one one! One Master!” Xander started babbling when his throat stopped being too constricted to say anything. He was panting, face scrunched in pain, the crowed tittered again, pleased that he’d fucked up.
Spike brought it down again, the graphite cane whistling through the air before connecting solidly with Xander’s flesh. The boy howled and struggled, lost in pain, wanting it to stop.
“Two Master, two, two, two Master” Xander panted out, not daring to miss again, he wanted his punishment over as soon as possible.
Spike brought it down again and again Xander shrieked and screamed, thrashing. If the cross hadn’t been bolted down Spike was sure the boy would have knocked it over.
“THREE Master, three!” Xander sobbed now, it hurt, but it was worth it, this pain was worth saving Giles.
The rest of the caning went without incident he didn’t forget a number, didn’t displease, but he was crying in pain at the end, sobbing with it. When he was led back to his cage and he lay down he shivered and pulled the blanket tight around himself, he was going through sub drop, his body just this side of sliding into full blown shock.
He lay there and thought; this was nothing. He’d happily go through it again to save Giles’s life. He remembered the old man bleeding on the floor from his chair, remembered the bravado and how he tried to “save” Xander from his existence.
Xander snorted, saved, right. He’d always crave pain, now that the dam for those hungers had been broken he couldn’t stem the tide, his Master was right, he really was a perfect bottom boy. He thought back to when his Master had suddenly started to treat him harshly and shook his head, nothing close to that had happened again, and his Master was ever attentive. He knew as soon as he got home he’d get his lash marks seen to and properly taken care of… his Master just couldn’t do anything overly caring to a slave he was supposed to be punishing.
Xander looked out the cage at the vampires milling about the room, some shooting him hungry gazes as they smelt his blood and got hungry, several shifted to game face. That’s when Xander understood, the cage was there to protect him as well as show him his place. His Master really did think of everything. Well, everything except the Slayer, he always under estimated her.
He stopped and thought about it, really thought about it, Buffy was alive! She hadn’t died, she’d just run away because things had been too much. Xander could understand things being too much and just wanting to get away, even if it’s only for a little while. He tried to think of what his girls were doing, probably at the hospital with Giles, or at his bedside at home. He smiled to himself, thinking of the girls tending the old man.
Then he thought what Buffy would do when she heard Giles’ message from him, if it was even given. There was little to no chance Buffy was not going to try something… unless Giles managed to convince them not to. Maybe the fact that Xander told Giles about the binding, that would keep them away. They couldn’t kill his Master without killing him too, and there was nothing they could do to keep his Master from taking him back… maybe he’d be left in peace. Maybe he’d be allowed to live his life happily and without interruption.