On the Other Side
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
9,084
Reviews:
40
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
A week later, it happened again.
And again.
In fact, instead of things getting better, as William had hoped, things seemed to get steadily worse. During the day Rupert Giles was fatherly and genial, but at night…At night, William found himself more and more frequently kneeling on the rug in the master bedroom, naked and exposed, with his father’s cock in his mouth.
William shivered. His father and brother were on the other end of the couch, Xander curled up against the older man’s body as they watched the telly. William hadn’t been able to concentrate on the plot; he was focused on the window, where the sun was slowly making its path through the sky and beyond the horizon. He dreaded this part of the day, when he and his brother were sent to get ready for the evening, Xander crawling into a nice, warm bed, and himself stripping and waiting for his father to come to him.
He never knew what mood his dad would be in: whether he would be asked to suck and lick the older man’s cock, or whether large hands would grasp his head, and his father would fuck his mouth brutally. While the former was unpleasant enough, he absolutely hated it when his father took all the control and…used him. More often than not, though, William’s father took matters into his own hands. As a result, his throat hurt all the time, and he’d been forced to let his hair grow out to hide the bruises at the base of his skull that never had time to heal. He couldn’t help but wonder…was he just no good at this?
His raw, aching throat protested that something needed to be done, and quickly. But he couldn’t just stop. His father was drinking less during the days, and seemed to be getting on much better with Xander. And that was another thing: if William refused to help his father, would the older man make Xander do it instead?
He’d simply have to do better.
He excused himself and went into the mostly unused office, making sure to lock the door behind him. Sitting down at the computer, he pulled up the Google website and typed in “giving blow jobs.” He clicked on the first link and was a bit shocked when the resulting page finally loaded: there were pictured of girls, barely dressed girls, who were licking and sucking on positively enormous cocks. William shuddered. At least his father’s wasn’t that large. Clicking the “back” button, William continued to browse until he found a page that was just for men.
The page was…interesting, to say the least. There were lots of photos and stories and even a few videos that William elected not to download. There loa loads of information, some that William thought could be helpful, and some that was just positively frightening. He’d known that men did things…like that, but actually seeing and reading about it…Well, William was just glad that his mouth was the only place his father wanted to stick his cock.
After erasing the browser history, Willihut hut down the computer and left the study. Checking that Xander’s door was closed, he entered the master bedroom and stripped, waiting on his knees for his father at the foot of the bed. He swallowed, wincing at the pain.
He hoped his new knowledge would help.
A week later, it happened again.
And again.
In fact, instead of things getting better, as William had hoped, things seemed to get steadily worse. During the day Rupert Giles was fatherly and genial, but at night…At night, William found himself more and more frequently kneeling on the rug in the master bedroom, naked and exposed, with his father’s cock in his mouth.
William shivered. His father and brother were on the other end of the couch, Xander curled up against the older man’s body as they watched the telly. William hadn’t been able to concentrate on the plot; he was focused on the window, where the sun was slowly making its path through the sky and beyond the horizon. He dreaded this part of the day, when he and his brother were sent to get ready for the evening, Xander crawling into a nice, warm bed, and himself stripping and waiting for his father to come to him.
He never knew what mood his dad would be in: whether he would be asked to suck and lick the older man’s cock, or whether large hands would grasp his head, and his father would fuck his mouth brutally. While the former was unpleasant enough, he absolutely hated it when his father took all the control and…used him. More often than not, though, William’s father took matters into his own hands. As a result, his throat hurt all the time, and he’d been forced to let his hair grow out to hide the bruises at the base of his skull that never had time to heal. He couldn’t help but wonder…was he just no good at this?
His raw, aching throat protested that something needed to be done, and quickly. But he couldn’t just stop. His father was drinking less during the days, and seemed to be getting on much better with Xander. And that was another thing: if William refused to help his father, would the older man make Xander do it instead?
He’d simply have to do better.
He excused himself and went into the mostly unused office, making sure to lock the door behind him. Sitting down at the computer, he pulled up the Google website and typed in “giving blow jobs.” He clicked on the first link and was a bit shocked when the resulting page finally loaded: there were pictured of girls, barely dressed girls, who were licking and sucking on positively enormous cocks. William shuddered. At least his father’s wasn’t that large. Clicking the “back” button, William continued to browse until he found a page that was just for men.
The page was…interesting, to say the least. There were lots of photos and stories and even a few videos that William elected not to download. There loa loads of information, some that William thought could be helpful, and some that was just positively frightening. He’d known that men did things…like that, but actually seeing and reading about it…Well, William was just glad that his mouth was the only place his father wanted to stick his cock.
After erasing the browser history, Willihut hut down the computer and left the study. Checking that Xander’s door was closed, he entered the master bedroom and stripped, waiting on his knees for his father at the foot of the bed. He swallowed, wincing at the pain.
He hoped his new knowledge would help.