Puppy Love 14/50 - Puppy
Title: Puppy Love 14/50 - Puppy
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: R-ish
Warnings: Not much, really. Cages and some other stuff.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Puppy thinks about his life. (As summaries go, this one sucks)
Word Count: 1782
Beta: Tamakin
X-posted to: perverted_pages, bloodclaim, BTVS_lightsout, BTVS_slash, btvsatsdotcom, darker_spike, spike_fics, sxandviolence, spanderslash, darker_vault, sickchicks, spike_xander, xander_slash, i_need_a_parrot, all_fics_btvs, nekid_spike
Archived Outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and The Spander Files
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her, pretty please? She's been rather quiet lately.
This fic won an award!
He woke up in the bed again, as he had every night since his punishment. Noises came from the bathroom, faint but real, so he knew where Spike was. Each time Xander woke up, he wondered if this would be the last time he’d be allowed on the bed or if this time he’d be expected to pay for the privilege. He held no illusions about his status, about what was expected of him and what tasks he’d be forcibly dedicated to perform at his vampire Master’s whim. He just wished he knew what was coming next and how he was supposed to behave.
So far Spike hadn’t put a single penetrative finger or object inside him, and Xander was starting to get nervous. Well, nothing penetrative other than the toothbrush, because that was one of the first things he’d asked for. He winced at his train of thought, Toothbrush IN MY MOUTH! Not inside my other insides! Ick ick ick and ew! I mean… ow! Total ow! The fact that it had been granted still surprised him to no end, then again he supposed the vampire really did have a sensitive nose.
When’s he going to make me… make me… I can’t believe he’s just waiting around! He ranted inwardly. He really didn’t have much patience as it was, but this sadistic game was ripping him apart. He spent hours gritting his teeth, fighting against reactions and urges that he’d deny deny deny ever having and it was starting to wear thin.
Part of him had begun to wonder if getting raped wouldn’t be better than constantly worrying about it and never having it happen. It hung over him, a heavy impenetrable layer that made his heart pound, his palms sweat and gave him almost constant nausea. He didn’t want to be raped, but if he would just… do it!! At least then it would be over, done… or started, as the case may be. He wondered if he could somehow make the next time so bad Spike never came back for more. Or not… because he’d probably just make me do… whatever. Why hasn’t he done anything? Am I like… ugly? Or just… not as much fun to rape as he thought? Because, really… that wasn’t that much fun for me either and if he doesn’t want to do it again I’m all for it!
Cool, slim fingers carded through his hair again from behind, which was when he realized that was what had woken him in the first place. He didn’t freeze, he just didn’t move while Spike pet him gently; it had become a part of his morning routine now. Next he would be led to the bathroom to do his morning routine. First he’d be led to the toilet to empty his bladder and bowels, with Spike watching the whole time, then he’d be led to the sink so he could wash his hands and face. The first few days he didn’t notice, his beard growth was still sparse enough that he only shaved once every couple of days but after a while he couldn’t help but notice his chin and upper lip remained smooth and his eyebrows never lost their shape. That’s when he remembered what Spike had said to him, while he hung in that shower room. “There we are, my little pup. All nice an’ smooth, every bit of hair whipped off. No worries, they won’t be growin’ back.”
Next he’d stand with his mouth open, legs spread and his right hand grasping his left wrist while Spike carefully and meticulously cleaned his teeth with toothpaste and an electric toothbrush. He’d come home with the battery operated set and some unflavoured toothpaste the night after his punishment. He remembered with faint disgust how all of that had come about.
Spike and demanded an answer as to why his pet kept turning his head away. Xander had fearfully answered completely honestly, unsure how his vampire captor would respond to the topic. He’d been startled when Spike suddenly gripped a fistful of his hair and turned his head forcefully until he was finally face to face with the blond. The searing kiss that claimed his mouth had shocked him into immobility.
Even after the claiming, the humiliation and degradation, he’d still been virgin enough to believe bad breath could not be overlooked enough for an open mouthed kiss; never mind a deeply explorative and consuming kiss. The fact that Spike knocked that preconceived notion clear out of the water only made him realize, without a doubt, nothing with the vampire would ever be as expected.
And now he was back to thinking about how he still hadn’t been raped and once more he felt the heavy blanket fall and try to smother him again. He wondered if this is what Spike meant when he said he’d have his puppy beg for it… because he was beginning to be very tempted. Maybe then, afterwards, he’d finally be able to breathe. At least then it would be over. Started. Started but the wait would be over, and that’s what was killing him so really why wasn’t he begging already?
Spike strode into the bedroom like he owned the place which Xander supposed he did so he couldn’t understand why he felt so irked by it. Spike left the bathroom door open behind him and Xander could detect a faint wisp of scent, something smoky and rich coming in from the bathroom. It teased at his memory before drifting away on an air current.
Xander’s eyes snapped to his owner’s every movement instantly. It wasn’t so bad, really, being forced to watch Spike’s every move meant he had an excuse to ogle at the odd moments. Not that he was ogling. Because he wouldn’t ogle Spike, because that was just not something he would ever do. Nope. Nuh uh. No way, and you can’t prove it! Okay! Fine! It wasn’t so much ogling as… Spike was the only thing in the room he hadn’t spent all day staring at already.
That was it.
Really.
Honest.
Besides, bed time was over. Spike had something to do today and would be leaving Xander alone. That meant Xander had to get back into his crate until Spike came back. He obediently crawled into the roomier and much more comfortable cage than the one he’d first been forced into. It wasn’t so bad, not really. He had ample padding in the sleeping section and he was allowed to piddle and eliminate his bodily wastes in a separate section of cage that sealed the odor producing filth away if he needed it. Though Spike knew his elimination schedule and had yet to be late enough for Xander to be able to use the nifty contraption. He had his choice of four channels or Spike’s CD’s whenever Spike left him alone in his cage. He had his food in its humiliating dispenser to while away time. He even had crayons and a colouring book, though he wasn’t quite sure if he should be using them. On one hand, Spike had given them and obviously expected them to be used… on another it was a colouring book and crayons and he was very past the colouring for fun age. Unless he actually got back into the comic book making of his very own that he used to want to make but then his dismal spelling and the whole exploding pen fiasco of ’95 had put an end to that.
I really am a puppy, aren’t I? He thought to himself. Out on a leash with my master, and kenneled so I don’t soil the carpets and ruin the furnishings while he’s out. I wonder how long he’ll think I’m a puppy, and when I’ll be a proper well behaved dog so he can leave me unattended? He didn’t think he’d be able to escape no matter what, but at least if he was free of the cage he could pretend he was trying to escape. Not that things were so horridly bad right now.
I wish… I really wish I could make up my mind about what the hell was going on. Half of me thinks this is torture, evil, inhuman, cruel… and the other half wants more. He got onto his knees and knelt up to slide the waiting dildo into his mouth. He suckled a few mouthfuls of the tepid sludge before he lay down again, swirling it around in his mouth before swallowing it. It was weird how… comforting this taste had become to him.
He felt safe, safer than he’d ever felt at home. At least here the beatings made some kind of twisted sense instead of just happening whenever his dad happened to get pissed off. He knew the rules now, understood what was clearly expected of him and as long as he behaved his life was… surprisingly tolerable. It really wasn’t much different than what he’d do at home over a summer vacation. Try to be quiet and good, veg out in front of the TV while eating a constant stream of snacks. So there were no comic books or candy bars or long hours with Willow. There was also no unprovoked beatings from a ham fisted father, he never went hungry and he was learning to appreciate the qualities of silence.
He lifted his hand and stroked one of his scars, feeling a delightful shiver dance down his spine in response. He’d seen them in the mirror, the twin scars about his throat. The light had caught on them, giving them an odd silvery sheen that caught his eye and made him stare. It was like a permanent collar about his throat, like the brand upon his thigh, it screamed ownership and servitude. Xander had felt the spit dry in his mouth when he felt a wave of lust roll over him at the sight.
It terrified him, the longing he occasionally felt wash over him without warning. Spike always smirked when the scent reached his sensitive nose then leered down at him. That just made him all the more aroused until he was hard and dripping and that just made Spike leer that much more. He wondered sometimes if he’d be able to cum just from one of Spike’s looks because that was all the attention Spike seemed to be paying him; well other than the head petting sessions and the bathroom and cleaning and feeding and… Okay, so Spike was paying a lot of attention to him, just nothing sexual and now he was back to wanting it to be over again! Started… over, started… whatever.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 13 - Walk
Next Chapter: Chapter 15A - Moon
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: R-ish
Warnings: Not much, really. Cages and some other stuff.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Puppy thinks about his life. (As summaries go, this one sucks)
Word Count: 1782
Beta: Tamakin
X-posted to: perverted_pages, bloodclaim, BTVS_lightsout, BTVS_slash, btvsatsdotcom, darker_spike, spike_fics, sxandviolence, spanderslash, darker_vault, sickchicks, spike_xander, xander_slash, i_need_a_parrot, all_fics_btvs, nekid_spike
Archived Outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and The Spander Files
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her, pretty please? She's been rather quiet lately.
This fic won an award!
He woke up in the bed again, as he had every night since his punishment. Noises came from the bathroom, faint but real, so he knew where Spike was. Each time Xander woke up, he wondered if this would be the last time he’d be allowed on the bed or if this time he’d be expected to pay for the privilege. He held no illusions about his status, about what was expected of him and what tasks he’d be forcibly dedicated to perform at his vampire Master’s whim. He just wished he knew what was coming next and how he was supposed to behave.
So far Spike hadn’t put a single penetrative finger or object inside him, and Xander was starting to get nervous. Well, nothing penetrative other than the toothbrush, because that was one of the first things he’d asked for. He winced at his train of thought, Toothbrush IN MY MOUTH! Not inside my other insides! Ick ick ick and ew! I mean… ow! Total ow! The fact that it had been granted still surprised him to no end, then again he supposed the vampire really did have a sensitive nose.
When’s he going to make me… make me… I can’t believe he’s just waiting around! He ranted inwardly. He really didn’t have much patience as it was, but this sadistic game was ripping him apart. He spent hours gritting his teeth, fighting against reactions and urges that he’d deny deny deny ever having and it was starting to wear thin.
Part of him had begun to wonder if getting raped wouldn’t be better than constantly worrying about it and never having it happen. It hung over him, a heavy impenetrable layer that made his heart pound, his palms sweat and gave him almost constant nausea. He didn’t want to be raped, but if he would just… do it!! At least then it would be over, done… or started, as the case may be. He wondered if he could somehow make the next time so bad Spike never came back for more. Or not… because he’d probably just make me do… whatever. Why hasn’t he done anything? Am I like… ugly? Or just… not as much fun to rape as he thought? Because, really… that wasn’t that much fun for me either and if he doesn’t want to do it again I’m all for it!
Cool, slim fingers carded through his hair again from behind, which was when he realized that was what had woken him in the first place. He didn’t freeze, he just didn’t move while Spike pet him gently; it had become a part of his morning routine now. Next he would be led to the bathroom to do his morning routine. First he’d be led to the toilet to empty his bladder and bowels, with Spike watching the whole time, then he’d be led to the sink so he could wash his hands and face. The first few days he didn’t notice, his beard growth was still sparse enough that he only shaved once every couple of days but after a while he couldn’t help but notice his chin and upper lip remained smooth and his eyebrows never lost their shape. That’s when he remembered what Spike had said to him, while he hung in that shower room. “There we are, my little pup. All nice an’ smooth, every bit of hair whipped off. No worries, they won’t be growin’ back.”
Next he’d stand with his mouth open, legs spread and his right hand grasping his left wrist while Spike carefully and meticulously cleaned his teeth with toothpaste and an electric toothbrush. He’d come home with the battery operated set and some unflavoured toothpaste the night after his punishment. He remembered with faint disgust how all of that had come about.
Spike and demanded an answer as to why his pet kept turning his head away. Xander had fearfully answered completely honestly, unsure how his vampire captor would respond to the topic. He’d been startled when Spike suddenly gripped a fistful of his hair and turned his head forcefully until he was finally face to face with the blond. The searing kiss that claimed his mouth had shocked him into immobility.
Even after the claiming, the humiliation and degradation, he’d still been virgin enough to believe bad breath could not be overlooked enough for an open mouthed kiss; never mind a deeply explorative and consuming kiss. The fact that Spike knocked that preconceived notion clear out of the water only made him realize, without a doubt, nothing with the vampire would ever be as expected.
And now he was back to thinking about how he still hadn’t been raped and once more he felt the heavy blanket fall and try to smother him again. He wondered if this is what Spike meant when he said he’d have his puppy beg for it… because he was beginning to be very tempted. Maybe then, afterwards, he’d finally be able to breathe. At least then it would be over. Started. Started but the wait would be over, and that’s what was killing him so really why wasn’t he begging already?
Spike strode into the bedroom like he owned the place which Xander supposed he did so he couldn’t understand why he felt so irked by it. Spike left the bathroom door open behind him and Xander could detect a faint wisp of scent, something smoky and rich coming in from the bathroom. It teased at his memory before drifting away on an air current.
Xander’s eyes snapped to his owner’s every movement instantly. It wasn’t so bad, really, being forced to watch Spike’s every move meant he had an excuse to ogle at the odd moments. Not that he was ogling. Because he wouldn’t ogle Spike, because that was just not something he would ever do. Nope. Nuh uh. No way, and you can’t prove it! Okay! Fine! It wasn’t so much ogling as… Spike was the only thing in the room he hadn’t spent all day staring at already.
That was it.
Really.
Honest.
Besides, bed time was over. Spike had something to do today and would be leaving Xander alone. That meant Xander had to get back into his crate until Spike came back. He obediently crawled into the roomier and much more comfortable cage than the one he’d first been forced into. It wasn’t so bad, not really. He had ample padding in the sleeping section and he was allowed to piddle and eliminate his bodily wastes in a separate section of cage that sealed the odor producing filth away if he needed it. Though Spike knew his elimination schedule and had yet to be late enough for Xander to be able to use the nifty contraption. He had his choice of four channels or Spike’s CD’s whenever Spike left him alone in his cage. He had his food in its humiliating dispenser to while away time. He even had crayons and a colouring book, though he wasn’t quite sure if he should be using them. On one hand, Spike had given them and obviously expected them to be used… on another it was a colouring book and crayons and he was very past the colouring for fun age. Unless he actually got back into the comic book making of his very own that he used to want to make but then his dismal spelling and the whole exploding pen fiasco of ’95 had put an end to that.
I really am a puppy, aren’t I? He thought to himself. Out on a leash with my master, and kenneled so I don’t soil the carpets and ruin the furnishings while he’s out. I wonder how long he’ll think I’m a puppy, and when I’ll be a proper well behaved dog so he can leave me unattended? He didn’t think he’d be able to escape no matter what, but at least if he was free of the cage he could pretend he was trying to escape. Not that things were so horridly bad right now.
I wish… I really wish I could make up my mind about what the hell was going on. Half of me thinks this is torture, evil, inhuman, cruel… and the other half wants more. He got onto his knees and knelt up to slide the waiting dildo into his mouth. He suckled a few mouthfuls of the tepid sludge before he lay down again, swirling it around in his mouth before swallowing it. It was weird how… comforting this taste had become to him.
He felt safe, safer than he’d ever felt at home. At least here the beatings made some kind of twisted sense instead of just happening whenever his dad happened to get pissed off. He knew the rules now, understood what was clearly expected of him and as long as he behaved his life was… surprisingly tolerable. It really wasn’t much different than what he’d do at home over a summer vacation. Try to be quiet and good, veg out in front of the TV while eating a constant stream of snacks. So there were no comic books or candy bars or long hours with Willow. There was also no unprovoked beatings from a ham fisted father, he never went hungry and he was learning to appreciate the qualities of silence.
He lifted his hand and stroked one of his scars, feeling a delightful shiver dance down his spine in response. He’d seen them in the mirror, the twin scars about his throat. The light had caught on them, giving them an odd silvery sheen that caught his eye and made him stare. It was like a permanent collar about his throat, like the brand upon his thigh, it screamed ownership and servitude. Xander had felt the spit dry in his mouth when he felt a wave of lust roll over him at the sight.
It terrified him, the longing he occasionally felt wash over him without warning. Spike always smirked when the scent reached his sensitive nose then leered down at him. That just made him all the more aroused until he was hard and dripping and that just made Spike leer that much more. He wondered sometimes if he’d be able to cum just from one of Spike’s looks because that was all the attention Spike seemed to be paying him; well other than the head petting sessions and the bathroom and cleaning and feeding and… Okay, so Spike was paying a lot of attention to him, just nothing sexual and now he was back to wanting it to be over again! Started… over, started… whatever.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 13 - Walk
Next Chapter: Chapter 15A - Moon
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.