Splindsey
I wrote this in response to getting 100 friends. That was... uh... a while ago. I'm REALLY REALLY sorry for the wait, but it really didn't want to come out of me for some reason.
Title: For once I can't think of a name so it's just Splindsey.
Pairings: Spike/Lindsey
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: exhibitionism, fuck machine, boy on boy, not much.
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: Lindsey gets to experience two new things at once.
Word Count: 1936 (as per Word Count)
Beta: purpledodah and Laazikaat
X-posted to: perverted_pages, all_fics_btvs, btvs_fanfic, btvs_slash, btvsatsdotcom, darker_spike, darker_vault, nekid_spike, rogue_slasher, sickchicks, spike_fics, the_elevator
Archived Outside LJ At: Adultfanfiction.net
Concrit: Always welcome, e-mail, comments, MSN, whatever.
Woo who! I got nominated again at the Running With Scissors Award, round 7!
Nomination and Category is:
Stakes and Chains [best slash]
I've been nommed at the No Rest For The Wicked Awards!!
The awards site is http://community.livejournal.com/wicked_awards
Guise Will Be Guise(best slash), Once More With Feeling(best nc-17/pwp/kinky)Round Two
What was asked for by softbluebuddy: AU, established relationship, D/s lite, nothing too heavy, but maybe the first time they actually tried something in particular, lots of schmoop and comfort in the after-care/scene part of the fic, with or without comfort sex, up to you.
Blindfold, audience, fucking machine.
I hope I delivered
~*~
Spike led his pet through the throngs of people at the club and headed for the stage, metal studded leather leash clasped casually in his hand. He tugged firmly when he felt the leash start to grow tight as his pet lagged behind.
“Told you boy, stick close to me; unless you want a thrashing? I thought we were here for something else entirely but I’m not of a mind to ignore bad behavior. Now heel properly!” He tugged the leash again, hearing a grunt of response, but the leash was never tight again.
He winded his way through the crowd and finally stopped in front of the large central stage, Lindsey balked visibly, digging his heels in. “You want me up there? You-” Spike slapped him soundly across the face, halting the indignant words.
“Yeah, want you up there, want you to also keep to the rules... unless you want our little game to end? Could always say no but that means no to everything and I mean everything. You really ready for that?” Spike looked Lindsey in the eye before the human lowers his gaze.
“No Sir,” was his succinct answer, Lindsey knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. They'd been playing these games for weeks now, maybe a couple of months, but there was no way he'd do anything to jeopardize their situation. Spike had started it in his own subtle way, demanding more and more obedience until Lindsey finally pushed back and that's when his first punishment had happened. It was mild, as far as whippings went, but it had still felt like a rain of fire and not something he willfully wanted to indulge in again.
Lindsey felt Spike's gaze linger over his mostly nude body and fought his instinct to cower and try to cover himself. He had his chastity cage on, he wasn't totally naked, just naked in every other way. He felt how drawn up his balls were in fright, but still he stood proudly, with his hands clasping each other behind his back.
Spike seemed to come to some conclusion because he nodded and finally spoke. “Get up there then, hands and knees, face whichever way you want.” Lindsey hurried to obey, hoping his good behavior now would save him from worse punishment later.
Spike walked up behind him and crouched just behind his field of vision before slipping a blindfold over his eyes. He barely heard the crowd begin to gather, barely even heard the hushed murmurs of the people as they watched him and his Master, giving praise and selling points of how well he was trained and how pretty looking. None of it mattered, just Spike, and that’s all he concentrated on.
He felt cocooned in dark velvet, every nerve alive and snapping, but in utter darkness. It was alright, he didn't need to see now anyways. He felt Spike's fingers covered in slick lube stroke his twitching anus, never quite dipping in. Lindsey shuddered in apprehension, knowing just how it would burn, being forced open without any real prep. If he was lucky, maybe Spike would lube himself before fucking him while the people watched on.
He was moved about, made to straddle then lay down on a padded surface with his ass in the air, and Lindsey's legs were tied, spread wide apart to the contraption. He felt something cold nudge at his entrance and he consciously relaxed as much as he could in preparation, but it wasn't enough. The huge dildo was forced in one smooth motion into him, he didn't bother holding back the scream.
It was larger than he was used to, larger than he was mentally prepared for and it hurt. He grit his teeth and held back on the fresh wave of screams building, forcing his body to breathe, forcing it to relax and accept the intruder. It wasn't as if he hadn't taken bigger before. He felt it twitch and squirm inside him as Spike fiddled with it somehow. Lindsey felt anxious sweat pop out all over his body, he was afraid, but he rested his cheek on the padding, arms on either side.
Spike took a deep breath of Lindsey's lust and fear filled scent and smirked, “You are a slut, aren't you?” He slapped Lindsey hard on the side of his thigh when he didn't answer quickly enough.
“Y-yes sir, I'm a slut,” he finally managed to say through gritted teeth. He couldn't disobey, if he disobeyed he'd be punished, and if he disobeyed again all of this would be over. He couldn't chance that, he couldn't risk this being taken away from him. Not when he'd finally found what he'd been searching for. He didn’t even hear the soft laughter at his answer that some viewers were giving him, far too lost in the dark and Spike’s voice.
It was always like that, with a blindfold on all he could hear was Spike, all he could taste, smell, feel… it was always Spike no matter how crowded it got. That was a plus of wearing the blindfold; he forgot they were in a crowded room full of strangers and demons.
He heard something being wheeled towards his platform and couldn’t ignore the OOhhh’s and Aahhh’s that the crowd was murmuring; he wondered what torment Spike had planned for him now. He felt hands tying his cuffs down to the stage, keeping him on all fours.
’M happy I didn’t gag him, love the pretty sounds he makes, Spike thought to himself as he ran his hands over Lindsey’s ass, then walked away. He flicked a switch and leaned back to watch.
The machine started it’s churning, slowly building up speed, the end of the thrusting arm attached to the dildo in Lindsey’s ass. He groaned loudly and started to pant, feeling the machine churn the dildo in and out of his ass faster and faster and faster, thrusting hard into his body.
Lindsey was grunting with each thrust, pushing back when he could, his whole body shaking as the machine rammed into his ass. He pulled on his restraints, hearing the chain clank and rattle against the stage and stage edge. He moaned low in his throat, groaning, they’d talked about this, mentioned maybe getting a fucking machine, but Lindsey hadn’t thought the vampire was serious! It felt divine, this hard hammering fuck, ruthlessly ramming deep inside him.
Lindsey started twitching, then grunting and suddenly screamed, his head thrown back, but he held onto his control, begging through clenched teeth, “Please Sir, please let me cum!”
He heard a familiar chuckle and fingers in his hair. “Not yet bitch, don’t you dare cum.” He felt the fingers lace themselves through his hair and automatically opened his mouth. He immediately felt Spikes cock pushing its way into his throat. Lindsey, rolled his eyes back in his head and sucked hard.
This had always been a fantasy of his, to be fucked while he sucked a guy’s cock, but with a possessive vampire for a partner he never thought it would happen. He was writhing on the bench, tugging at his wrists and ankles, wanting more, deeper, faster, he wanted to taste and lick and suck Spike until he came.
Spike moved his cock in and out of Lindsey’s mouth, fucking his skull, ramming his cock down the human’s throat, scenting the pheromones drenching the air around them. Everyone who watched either wanted to be the one being fucked or the one fucking the human’s head, adding their own want and need into the air. Spike breathed it all in, a heady concoction he could only indulge in at these parties, and even then no two nights were ever the same, every night brought its own mix of humans and demons.
Lindsey squirmed, trying to lift up so there was less pressure against his attempting to engorge cock, feeling the dampness as it leaked helplessly onto the cushion beneath him. He sucked Spike’s cock, twirling his tongue around the crown, tasting the vampire’s precum and reveling in it. He relaxed his throat as Spike forced his way down, he knew how to keep from gagging. Lindsey started feeling like he just wanted to scream, and slowly started to howl around Spike’s cock, needing to cum, wanting to cum as his ass and head were fucked so ruthlessly.
Spike knew his ruthlessness would be another turn on for the human, he loved it when he got all demony and possessive, full of want. He hammered down Lindsey’s throat while the crowed watched and gave their opinions and he just ignored it all, he was lost in his human. He fucked the human hard enough to bruise his lips but he didn’t stop, and the machine kept up it’s rhythmic thrusting.
Spike finally threw back his head, and pulled Lindsey’s face hard against his pubic hair, and came down the willing and pliant human’s throat. He snarled out a command, nails digging into the scalp. “NOW!” And Lindsey came, came in front of everyone, grunting loudly almost squealing as he orgasmed at Spike’s command, his whole body clenching and tugging against its chains, all while Spike emptied his tepid load into Lindsey’s mouth. Lindsey wanted to cry, wanted to beg for the chastity cage to come off, cumming with it on only relieved the pressure, it didn’t bring him any pleasure.
“Swallow it, you little bitch, you know you want to.” Spike laughed above him, and he obeyed, licking and sucking at Spike’s cock, moaning, totally lost in the moment. Spike pulled off the blindfold and Lindsey blinked his eyes carefully open, then reddened deeply as he clued in to all the demons and humans watching them lustily.
Spike pulled out of his mouth and walked behind him, flipping a switch and the tormenting dildo stopped its assault on poor Lindsey’s ass. Spike fiddled with the dildo and slowly pulled it out, making Lindsey groan in gratitude and loss.
He rested his cheek on the bench and panted hard as Spike undid all his ties, laying there immobile and weak. The padding beneath him was soaked with his cum, but he didn’t mind, the pad would be changed when they left. Spike got him on wobbly legs up to his feet, and he wrapped his arm around the vampire’s shoulders.
Spike led them over to a pile of cushions and made Lindsey sit, wrapping a blanket around him carefully. He smiled and nuzzled his human. “Was it everything you’d dreamed it would be then?”
Lindsey nodded against him, making soft happy sounds. “So worn out, but in a really really good way. Did we really have to do this with a crowd?”
“Said you’ve never done anything in front of a crowd before, so I decided to pop two cherries at once, one to get you on stage, and two the fucking machine. I had that made special for you, you know. Perfect fit for your hungry little arse.”
Lindsey looked up at the vampire, still panting heavily, a sheen of sweat on his chest glittering in the light of the club, “We gonna do this again?”
“Don’t know pet, haven’t decided yet.”
“Can I give my vote? I know it doesn’t matter, you’ll do whatever you want anyways, but just… do you want to know what I think?” He looked nervous, voice a little hoarse and low.
“Sure my little bitch, sure. Feel free to speak up.” He wrapped the blanket more firmly around the shivering Lindsey.
“Can we do it again?”
Title: For once I can't think of a name so it's just Splindsey.
Pairings: Spike/Lindsey
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: exhibitionism, fuck machine, boy on boy, not much.
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: Lindsey gets to experience two new things at once.
Word Count: 1936 (as per Word Count)
Beta: purpledodah and Laazikaat
X-posted to: perverted_pages, all_fics_btvs, btvs_fanfic, btvs_slash, btvsatsdotcom, darker_spike, darker_vault, nekid_spike, rogue_slasher, sickchicks, spike_fics, the_elevator
Archived Outside LJ At: Adultfanfiction.net
Concrit: Always welcome, e-mail, comments, MSN, whatever.
Woo who! I got nominated again at the Running With Scissors Award, round 7!
Nomination and Category is:
Stakes and Chains [best slash]
I've been nommed at the No Rest For The Wicked Awards!!
The awards site is http://community.livejournal.com/wicked_awards
Guise Will Be Guise(best slash), Once More With Feeling(best nc-17/pwp/kinky)Round Two
What was asked for by softbluebuddy: AU, established relationship, D/s lite, nothing too heavy, but maybe the first time they actually tried something in particular, lots of schmoop and comfort in the after-care/scene part of the fic, with or without comfort sex, up to you.
Blindfold, audience, fucking machine.
I hope I delivered
~*~
Spike led his pet through the throngs of people at the club and headed for the stage, metal studded leather leash clasped casually in his hand. He tugged firmly when he felt the leash start to grow tight as his pet lagged behind.
“Told you boy, stick close to me; unless you want a thrashing? I thought we were here for something else entirely but I’m not of a mind to ignore bad behavior. Now heel properly!” He tugged the leash again, hearing a grunt of response, but the leash was never tight again.
He winded his way through the crowd and finally stopped in front of the large central stage, Lindsey balked visibly, digging his heels in. “You want me up there? You-” Spike slapped him soundly across the face, halting the indignant words.
“Yeah, want you up there, want you to also keep to the rules... unless you want our little game to end? Could always say no but that means no to everything and I mean everything. You really ready for that?” Spike looked Lindsey in the eye before the human lowers his gaze.
“No Sir,” was his succinct answer, Lindsey knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. They'd been playing these games for weeks now, maybe a couple of months, but there was no way he'd do anything to jeopardize their situation. Spike had started it in his own subtle way, demanding more and more obedience until Lindsey finally pushed back and that's when his first punishment had happened. It was mild, as far as whippings went, but it had still felt like a rain of fire and not something he willfully wanted to indulge in again.
Lindsey felt Spike's gaze linger over his mostly nude body and fought his instinct to cower and try to cover himself. He had his chastity cage on, he wasn't totally naked, just naked in every other way. He felt how drawn up his balls were in fright, but still he stood proudly, with his hands clasping each other behind his back.
Spike seemed to come to some conclusion because he nodded and finally spoke. “Get up there then, hands and knees, face whichever way you want.” Lindsey hurried to obey, hoping his good behavior now would save him from worse punishment later.
Spike walked up behind him and crouched just behind his field of vision before slipping a blindfold over his eyes. He barely heard the crowd begin to gather, barely even heard the hushed murmurs of the people as they watched him and his Master, giving praise and selling points of how well he was trained and how pretty looking. None of it mattered, just Spike, and that’s all he concentrated on.
He felt cocooned in dark velvet, every nerve alive and snapping, but in utter darkness. It was alright, he didn't need to see now anyways. He felt Spike's fingers covered in slick lube stroke his twitching anus, never quite dipping in. Lindsey shuddered in apprehension, knowing just how it would burn, being forced open without any real prep. If he was lucky, maybe Spike would lube himself before fucking him while the people watched on.
He was moved about, made to straddle then lay down on a padded surface with his ass in the air, and Lindsey's legs were tied, spread wide apart to the contraption. He felt something cold nudge at his entrance and he consciously relaxed as much as he could in preparation, but it wasn't enough. The huge dildo was forced in one smooth motion into him, he didn't bother holding back the scream.
It was larger than he was used to, larger than he was mentally prepared for and it hurt. He grit his teeth and held back on the fresh wave of screams building, forcing his body to breathe, forcing it to relax and accept the intruder. It wasn't as if he hadn't taken bigger before. He felt it twitch and squirm inside him as Spike fiddled with it somehow. Lindsey felt anxious sweat pop out all over his body, he was afraid, but he rested his cheek on the padding, arms on either side.
Spike took a deep breath of Lindsey's lust and fear filled scent and smirked, “You are a slut, aren't you?” He slapped Lindsey hard on the side of his thigh when he didn't answer quickly enough.
“Y-yes sir, I'm a slut,” he finally managed to say through gritted teeth. He couldn't disobey, if he disobeyed he'd be punished, and if he disobeyed again all of this would be over. He couldn't chance that, he couldn't risk this being taken away from him. Not when he'd finally found what he'd been searching for. He didn’t even hear the soft laughter at his answer that some viewers were giving him, far too lost in the dark and Spike’s voice.
It was always like that, with a blindfold on all he could hear was Spike, all he could taste, smell, feel… it was always Spike no matter how crowded it got. That was a plus of wearing the blindfold; he forgot they were in a crowded room full of strangers and demons.
He heard something being wheeled towards his platform and couldn’t ignore the OOhhh’s and Aahhh’s that the crowd was murmuring; he wondered what torment Spike had planned for him now. He felt hands tying his cuffs down to the stage, keeping him on all fours.
’M happy I didn’t gag him, love the pretty sounds he makes, Spike thought to himself as he ran his hands over Lindsey’s ass, then walked away. He flicked a switch and leaned back to watch.
The machine started it’s churning, slowly building up speed, the end of the thrusting arm attached to the dildo in Lindsey’s ass. He groaned loudly and started to pant, feeling the machine churn the dildo in and out of his ass faster and faster and faster, thrusting hard into his body.
Lindsey was grunting with each thrust, pushing back when he could, his whole body shaking as the machine rammed into his ass. He pulled on his restraints, hearing the chain clank and rattle against the stage and stage edge. He moaned low in his throat, groaning, they’d talked about this, mentioned maybe getting a fucking machine, but Lindsey hadn’t thought the vampire was serious! It felt divine, this hard hammering fuck, ruthlessly ramming deep inside him.
Lindsey started twitching, then grunting and suddenly screamed, his head thrown back, but he held onto his control, begging through clenched teeth, “Please Sir, please let me cum!”
He heard a familiar chuckle and fingers in his hair. “Not yet bitch, don’t you dare cum.” He felt the fingers lace themselves through his hair and automatically opened his mouth. He immediately felt Spikes cock pushing its way into his throat. Lindsey, rolled his eyes back in his head and sucked hard.
This had always been a fantasy of his, to be fucked while he sucked a guy’s cock, but with a possessive vampire for a partner he never thought it would happen. He was writhing on the bench, tugging at his wrists and ankles, wanting more, deeper, faster, he wanted to taste and lick and suck Spike until he came.
Spike moved his cock in and out of Lindsey’s mouth, fucking his skull, ramming his cock down the human’s throat, scenting the pheromones drenching the air around them. Everyone who watched either wanted to be the one being fucked or the one fucking the human’s head, adding their own want and need into the air. Spike breathed it all in, a heady concoction he could only indulge in at these parties, and even then no two nights were ever the same, every night brought its own mix of humans and demons.
Lindsey squirmed, trying to lift up so there was less pressure against his attempting to engorge cock, feeling the dampness as it leaked helplessly onto the cushion beneath him. He sucked Spike’s cock, twirling his tongue around the crown, tasting the vampire’s precum and reveling in it. He relaxed his throat as Spike forced his way down, he knew how to keep from gagging. Lindsey started feeling like he just wanted to scream, and slowly started to howl around Spike’s cock, needing to cum, wanting to cum as his ass and head were fucked so ruthlessly.
Spike knew his ruthlessness would be another turn on for the human, he loved it when he got all demony and possessive, full of want. He hammered down Lindsey’s throat while the crowed watched and gave their opinions and he just ignored it all, he was lost in his human. He fucked the human hard enough to bruise his lips but he didn’t stop, and the machine kept up it’s rhythmic thrusting.
Spike finally threw back his head, and pulled Lindsey’s face hard against his pubic hair, and came down the willing and pliant human’s throat. He snarled out a command, nails digging into the scalp. “NOW!” And Lindsey came, came in front of everyone, grunting loudly almost squealing as he orgasmed at Spike’s command, his whole body clenching and tugging against its chains, all while Spike emptied his tepid load into Lindsey’s mouth. Lindsey wanted to cry, wanted to beg for the chastity cage to come off, cumming with it on only relieved the pressure, it didn’t bring him any pleasure.
“Swallow it, you little bitch, you know you want to.” Spike laughed above him, and he obeyed, licking and sucking at Spike’s cock, moaning, totally lost in the moment. Spike pulled off the blindfold and Lindsey blinked his eyes carefully open, then reddened deeply as he clued in to all the demons and humans watching them lustily.
Spike pulled out of his mouth and walked behind him, flipping a switch and the tormenting dildo stopped its assault on poor Lindsey’s ass. Spike fiddled with the dildo and slowly pulled it out, making Lindsey groan in gratitude and loss.
He rested his cheek on the bench and panted hard as Spike undid all his ties, laying there immobile and weak. The padding beneath him was soaked with his cum, but he didn’t mind, the pad would be changed when they left. Spike got him on wobbly legs up to his feet, and he wrapped his arm around the vampire’s shoulders.
Spike led them over to a pile of cushions and made Lindsey sit, wrapping a blanket around him carefully. He smiled and nuzzled his human. “Was it everything you’d dreamed it would be then?”
Lindsey nodded against him, making soft happy sounds. “So worn out, but in a really really good way. Did we really have to do this with a crowd?”
“Said you’ve never done anything in front of a crowd before, so I decided to pop two cherries at once, one to get you on stage, and two the fucking machine. I had that made special for you, you know. Perfect fit for your hungry little arse.”
Lindsey looked up at the vampire, still panting heavily, a sheen of sweat on his chest glittering in the light of the club, “We gonna do this again?”
“Don’t know pet, haven’t decided yet.”
“Can I give my vote? I know it doesn’t matter, you’ll do whatever you want anyways, but just… do you want to know what I think?” He looked nervous, voice a little hoarse and low.
“Sure my little bitch, sure. Feel free to speak up.” He wrapped the blanket more firmly around the shivering Lindsey.
“Can we do it again?”