Puppy Love 24/50 - Santa
Title: Puppy Love 24/50 - Santa
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC-17
Warnings: Servitude, kinda oral sex, nothing really for this chapter.
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 practices in front of an audience.
Word Count: 1275
Beta: Tamakin and Laazikaat
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 please please feed her?
Xander lounged in his cage, crayon in hand, while he looked down at the last page of his colouring book. He’d fought himself over colouring in the damned thing but in the end the boredom won. He actually found the practice relaxing, soothing, and it took up a lot of his time; once more he was reminded of his ambitions of having his own comic book. And hey! Crayons can’t explode like pens! Maybe I can ask Spike for some white paper or something and start drawing again. Crayons can be an art medium!
He started in on the duck, deciding on giving it a vibrant purple crime fighter costume. Maybe I could even sketch out new characters, though I’ll probably have to ask him for a crayon sharpener too, especially if I want to write text. Oh, hey! There’s one on the back of the box! Nifty!
He hummed quietly to himself as he coloured the duck into a ridiculous purple costume with fangs and hypno-twisted eyes. What I wouldn’t give for a real comic book though. Comic book and chocolate bars. Maybe some strawberry liquorice too, while I’m daydreaming. Ooh, and some Twinkies. Good god what I wouldn’t give for a Twinkie right now. Not that I have anything left to give, really.
He pushed his thoughts away from where they were headed. It wasn’t constructive. He got up from his sprawl for a snack instead, wondering idly when Spike would be back, and if he’d get anything other than the cereal to eat all day.
He crawled to the drooling dildo, the cage being slightly too small to stand in, and knelt on the cushion Spike had given him. He licked his lips and looked at the familiar appendage attached to the side of his cage before sliding the head past his lips. He’d learned a long time ago that this dildo was shaped out of a mold of Spike’s own penis and quickly fell into a rhythm he’d learned from Spike’s tender tutelage.
His eyes drifted closed while he worked on memory, head sucking and bobbing along the length while the slurry filled his mouth and was rhythmically swallowed. He had all day, as far as he knew, so he drew out the feeding as long as possible, going slow and sensual when he’d usually rather get it over with as quickly as possible. Not like anyone’s around to watch… unless he’s watching on cameras, which is possible. I wouldn’t put anything past the vamp.
He heard the door creak and blinked his eyes open starting to pull away but Spike stilled him. “No, keep going pet, wanna watch you work your magic. Close your eyes like before, there’s a good boy.”
Xander felt his eyes drift closed but that didn’t stop him from hearing Spike set up a chair in front of his cage and fall noisily into it. He breathed in through his nose and sucked a comfortable portion of the cock into his mouth running his tongue under it to coax another outpouring of tepid sludge and swallowing it. Gently he began to bob his head, fist milking the bit of shaft not in his mouth while he did it and heard a familiar button fly being popped open.
Ah, active participation in the audience is it? Guess I better put on a show, he thought to himself as he drew in a deep breath and swallowed down the entire shaft. He heard Spike make a low, soft sound that he could swear was a breathy, needy moan. He swallowed around the cock, his gag reflex long since trained out of him, knowing Spike would see it, remember what it felt like, and felt trickles of cereal ooze down his throat. Spike hissed in a single loud breath and Xander couldn’t help the smile around his eyes. I made him do that, me, my power.
He slid the dildo out of his mouth, and quickly took a few deep breaths before sliding the cock deep into his throat. Once more betraying sounds reached his ears, this time it was the unmistakable sound of someone jacking off. He moaned low in his throat, just like he’d do if this piece of fleshy silicon was Spike’s real flesh and blood cock, then let it go, sucking just the tip while his fist jacked off the rest of the shaft. Feeling Spike’s eyes on him, hearing the evidence of his arousal, Xander realized he was growing an erection. He shied away from thoughts of trying to understand it, instead he blanked his mind and lost himself in the Zen of giving head
He moved between the techniques of deep-throating, sucking and jacking off while his tongue worked noisily beneath. After a short while he heard the tell-tale grunt of Spike cumming all over his fist and smiled again. My power, mine.
He kept up his routine since he hadn’t been told to stop, slurping and sucking until he felt Spike open his cage, “Can stop now puppy, been a very good boy, you have.”
Xander felt his cheeks heat. “Thank you Master,” he murmured after letting the dildo go. He followed Spike’s command of ‘snap and point at his foot’ and heeled on his hands and knees as the vampire turned to walk back to the chair. His cock hung like ripe fruit between his legs, unfulfilled and weeping from it. Xander had long ago learned to get used to being left unfulfilled and that complaining about it only got him put in the chastity belt so he stayed silent.
“Got a reward for ya,” Spike said softly. “Kneel pet, got a box for you to open.”
Xander took the rather large box with an enormous red bow from Spike’s proffered grip. He quickly kissed the box and then Spike’s hands, exactly as he’d been taught. The box weighed down his erection which was slowly starting to fade. “Thank you Master, I’m honoured and grateful you see to my needs,” he said softly, keeping his eyes on Spike’s lips. Something inside of him quivered at the smirk they twisted into, part fear and part lust even though he’d deny the latter if questioned. I don’t lust after my tormentor, I fear my tormentor. I just happen to have a really perverse reaction to fear.
Spike reached down and ruffled his hair before straightening, “Go on, open it up pet.” Express permission given, Xander quickly opened the lid of the wooden box undoing the red bow and found a treasure trove inside. A couple of new colouring books, a pad of drawing paper, new crayons and a set of mechanical colouring pencils, no wood involved. And food, glorious glorious flavour driven food, he felt his mouth water at the sight. Xander smiled down at the chocolate bars and the Twinkies, The evil tormentor has been turned into Santa. A demonic Santa, who’da thought?
“Thank you so much Master,. I am very grateful, thank you Master,” Xander couldn’t think of what else to say. He kissed Spike’s hands reverently in gratitude, blushing lightly at the almost benevolent smile Spike was gazing down at him with and felt a bubble of warmth grow inside. It’s like he knows me, like he’s been paying attention to me, all of me. I didn’t even have to ask for any of it, he could have had me beg, but he’s rewarding my good behaviour. I bet he even knows the parts he didn’t give me. I bet he knows and is leaving them out so I have something to ask for later. He’s such a sneaky one.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 23 - Finger Food
Next Chapter: Chapter 25 - Eggs
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC-17
Warnings: Servitude, kinda oral sex, nothing really for this chapter.
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 practices in front of an audience.
Word Count: 1275
Beta: Tamakin and Laazikaat
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 please please feed her?
Xander lounged in his cage, crayon in hand, while he looked down at the last page of his colouring book. He’d fought himself over colouring in the damned thing but in the end the boredom won. He actually found the practice relaxing, soothing, and it took up a lot of his time; once more he was reminded of his ambitions of having his own comic book. And hey! Crayons can’t explode like pens! Maybe I can ask Spike for some white paper or something and start drawing again. Crayons can be an art medium!
He started in on the duck, deciding on giving it a vibrant purple crime fighter costume. Maybe I could even sketch out new characters, though I’ll probably have to ask him for a crayon sharpener too, especially if I want to write text. Oh, hey! There’s one on the back of the box! Nifty!
He hummed quietly to himself as he coloured the duck into a ridiculous purple costume with fangs and hypno-twisted eyes. What I wouldn’t give for a real comic book though. Comic book and chocolate bars. Maybe some strawberry liquorice too, while I’m daydreaming. Ooh, and some Twinkies. Good god what I wouldn’t give for a Twinkie right now. Not that I have anything left to give, really.
He pushed his thoughts away from where they were headed. It wasn’t constructive. He got up from his sprawl for a snack instead, wondering idly when Spike would be back, and if he’d get anything other than the cereal to eat all day.
He crawled to the drooling dildo, the cage being slightly too small to stand in, and knelt on the cushion Spike had given him. He licked his lips and looked at the familiar appendage attached to the side of his cage before sliding the head past his lips. He’d learned a long time ago that this dildo was shaped out of a mold of Spike’s own penis and quickly fell into a rhythm he’d learned from Spike’s tender tutelage.
His eyes drifted closed while he worked on memory, head sucking and bobbing along the length while the slurry filled his mouth and was rhythmically swallowed. He had all day, as far as he knew, so he drew out the feeding as long as possible, going slow and sensual when he’d usually rather get it over with as quickly as possible. Not like anyone’s around to watch… unless he’s watching on cameras, which is possible. I wouldn’t put anything past the vamp.
He heard the door creak and blinked his eyes open starting to pull away but Spike stilled him. “No, keep going pet, wanna watch you work your magic. Close your eyes like before, there’s a good boy.”
Xander felt his eyes drift closed but that didn’t stop him from hearing Spike set up a chair in front of his cage and fall noisily into it. He breathed in through his nose and sucked a comfortable portion of the cock into his mouth running his tongue under it to coax another outpouring of tepid sludge and swallowing it. Gently he began to bob his head, fist milking the bit of shaft not in his mouth while he did it and heard a familiar button fly being popped open.
Ah, active participation in the audience is it? Guess I better put on a show, he thought to himself as he drew in a deep breath and swallowed down the entire shaft. He heard Spike make a low, soft sound that he could swear was a breathy, needy moan. He swallowed around the cock, his gag reflex long since trained out of him, knowing Spike would see it, remember what it felt like, and felt trickles of cereal ooze down his throat. Spike hissed in a single loud breath and Xander couldn’t help the smile around his eyes. I made him do that, me, my power.
He slid the dildo out of his mouth, and quickly took a few deep breaths before sliding the cock deep into his throat. Once more betraying sounds reached his ears, this time it was the unmistakable sound of someone jacking off. He moaned low in his throat, just like he’d do if this piece of fleshy silicon was Spike’s real flesh and blood cock, then let it go, sucking just the tip while his fist jacked off the rest of the shaft. Feeling Spike’s eyes on him, hearing the evidence of his arousal, Xander realized he was growing an erection. He shied away from thoughts of trying to understand it, instead he blanked his mind and lost himself in the Zen of giving head
He moved between the techniques of deep-throating, sucking and jacking off while his tongue worked noisily beneath. After a short while he heard the tell-tale grunt of Spike cumming all over his fist and smiled again. My power, mine.
He kept up his routine since he hadn’t been told to stop, slurping and sucking until he felt Spike open his cage, “Can stop now puppy, been a very good boy, you have.”
Xander felt his cheeks heat. “Thank you Master,” he murmured after letting the dildo go. He followed Spike’s command of ‘snap and point at his foot’ and heeled on his hands and knees as the vampire turned to walk back to the chair. His cock hung like ripe fruit between his legs, unfulfilled and weeping from it. Xander had long ago learned to get used to being left unfulfilled and that complaining about it only got him put in the chastity belt so he stayed silent.
“Got a reward for ya,” Spike said softly. “Kneel pet, got a box for you to open.”
Xander took the rather large box with an enormous red bow from Spike’s proffered grip. He quickly kissed the box and then Spike’s hands, exactly as he’d been taught. The box weighed down his erection which was slowly starting to fade. “Thank you Master, I’m honoured and grateful you see to my needs,” he said softly, keeping his eyes on Spike’s lips. Something inside of him quivered at the smirk they twisted into, part fear and part lust even though he’d deny the latter if questioned. I don’t lust after my tormentor, I fear my tormentor. I just happen to have a really perverse reaction to fear.
Spike reached down and ruffled his hair before straightening, “Go on, open it up pet.” Express permission given, Xander quickly opened the lid of the wooden box undoing the red bow and found a treasure trove inside. A couple of new colouring books, a pad of drawing paper, new crayons and a set of mechanical colouring pencils, no wood involved. And food, glorious glorious flavour driven food, he felt his mouth water at the sight. Xander smiled down at the chocolate bars and the Twinkies, The evil tormentor has been turned into Santa. A demonic Santa, who’da thought?
“Thank you so much Master,. I am very grateful, thank you Master,” Xander couldn’t think of what else to say. He kissed Spike’s hands reverently in gratitude, blushing lightly at the almost benevolent smile Spike was gazing down at him with and felt a bubble of warmth grow inside. It’s like he knows me, like he’s been paying attention to me, all of me. I didn’t even have to ask for any of it, he could have had me beg, but he’s rewarding my good behaviour. I bet he even knows the parts he didn’t give me. I bet he knows and is leaving them out so I have something to ask for later. He’s such a sneaky one.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 23 - Finger Food
Next Chapter: Chapter 25 - Eggs
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.