Three Sheets to the Wind

DISCLAIMER: I own no characters or places mentioned within, that dubious pleasure lies with Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter contains BDSM images, if this isn't your thing, don't read.

THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND

CHAPTER FIVE: ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AND PAIN

It had been decided that they would head to Cleveland. Giles had been adamant about it having a Hellmouth all to itself, so that's where we were headed.

Oz didn't mind, or really care, where they were headed. Since he'd originally left Sunnydale he'd never spent more than a couple of months in one place, so he guessed Cleveland was as good as anywhere, just so long as Xander was there.

Thinking of Xander, Oz's mind drifted back to the first night on the bus. Xander had taken his time coming back from their 'encounter', and when he did come back he could smell why. Spike's scent was all over Xander, and the fact that when Spike came back he kept looking at Xander with that hungry grin of his. A grin that Oz knew he used himself from time to time.

The bus pulled into yet another small town motel, and Oz grabbed Xander to room with yet again before Spike could say anything, and then grabbed his rucksack. He had a special treat in store for Xander tonight which would hopefully introduce him to a side of their relationship that Xander would want to continue, as well as being payback for Xander giving himself up to Spike after it was him that had introduced Xander to the pleasures of male flesh.

Xander followed Oz into their room and sunk down into his bed and fell asleep almost as soon as he'd got undressed. Oz smiled at this, he thought he might have a fight getting Xander to comply with what he wanted to do but this was a far easier option. Oz now opened up his rucksack and pulled out the handcuffs attaching each one to an ankle or wrist of Xander until all four limbs were shackled to the bed.

Oz pulled out a packet of cigarettes and lit one then slowly pushed it down onto Xander's chest, making him wake up with a yelp and suddenly found he couldn't move his hands down to where the pain was.

"What the fuck? Oz, what are you doing?" Xander asked.

Oz, still held the cigarette, and pushed it down on another spot of Xander's chest, holding it there while he spoke.

"Did you think I wouldn't know? That I wouldn't be able to smell him on you? My naieve little Xander." Oz pulled the cigarette away now, and then licked at the burn mark. He smelled tears forming behind Xander's eye, but Xander was managing to keep them from falling.

"Oz, I. He surprised me. It didn't mean anything." Xander replied, hoping that Oz would believe him, but not wanting him to stop in whatever game he was playing.

"I believe you Xander, but you still have to be punished. You have to remember that you're mine, not Spike's." Oz now stubbed the cigarette out and moved across to his rucksack and pulled out a metal rod, about eight inches in length. He moved back across to Xander and crawled onto the bed and straddled his upper legs.

The blood was starting to pump to Xander's cock now, making it erect. Oz watched and smiled as he put one hand on Xanders cock and started to wank him slowly, quickly bringing him to a full erection. Just as Oz got into a rythym, and accompanied by groans from Xander, he started to insert the metal rod into Xander's ass.

Xander's eye widened at this as the rod was slightly too large for him. Oz knew this, but forced it in anyway, making sure that Xander was in pain, making sure the rod was never out of his ass no matter how much he wriggled. Oz then started working the rod in Xander's ass and the hand on his cock in unison, always making sure he was pressing with one of them, mixing the pleasure of being wanked with the pain of the too large dildo in his ass.

Xander desperately wanted to bring his hands down and grab hold of Oz, turn him round and fuck his ass into eternity. He was pretty sure he was bleeding, but at this point he didn't care, the pain was overshadowed by the pleasure he was getting bucking against Oz's hand then pushing back onto the metal rod. It didn't take long before he could feel himself about to orgasm, moaning Oz's name as he came violently over Oz's hand. Then Oz moved his mouth down, putting it over Xanders cock, sucking and licking until all the cum was gone while offering his hand to Xanders mouth, which he licked up greedily.

Oz now stood up again, leaving the metal rod in Xander's ass. Oz took off his shirt and pants, revealing to Xander how hard his erection already was. "Don't worry Xander, I'm not finished with you yet."

Oz moved back onto the bed so that he was kneeling down on Xander's shoulders, pushing Xander's arms down onto the bed and straining his wrists against the cuffs, drawing blood slightly. Xander gasped at this, but didn't make any moves to try and escape from underneath Oz. "That's good Xander." Oz whispered to him as he tilted Xander's head up for easier entry.

Xander knew what Oz wanted so opened his mouth, having to trust Oz not to gag him, to not push himself too far into his mouth. Almost as quickly as his mouth was open it was full of Oz cock, pushing into his mouth, trying to get satisfaction from Xander's lips and tongue. A satisfaction that Xander was all too willing to give.

Oz now placed his hands behind Xander's head, pushing himself further into Xander's mouth, trying to make it as uncomfortable and painful for Xander as possible without gagging him so much that he suffocated and passed out. Xander quickly worked Oz's cock with his tongue, eliciting moans of pleasure from Oz, making him buck into Xander's mouth, which in turn meant that Oz was putting further strain on Xander's arms and wrists, the blood pouring freely from them now.

As Oz orgasmed into Xander's mouth he pushed himself in as far as he could go while pulling Xander closer to him with his hands, gagging him with the motion and giving Xander no option but to swallow his cum. Oz smiled as he retracted his cock and stood up. "That's a good boy Xander." Oz told him. "You learn well. Every time you cause me pain, I'll cause you pain and I have so much pain to give and the night isn't over yet."

Oz walked back over to his rucksack and pulled out a whip. Tonight was turning out even better than he had planned, Xander was just too willing a victim and didn't mind the pain, as long as he got the pleasure.