Fic Post! - 'Subspace' ~ Chapter 11
So. The first part of this chapter was hard for me to write for various reasons, including the fact that at the time I was writing it, I was working through my own feelings about the whole discipline aspect of D/s relationships. Some of that came out through Spike's emotions, some of it I shied away from, but thankfully thatotherperv wouldn't let me and gave me the kick in the butt I needed to rework parts of the scene that weren't right because of it (and thanks again for that, hon! *squishes*). As a result, I'm probably the most nervous I've been or will be just before posting a chapter of this story.
*takes a deep breath*
Yeah, so here it is. Oh, and it's a long chapter, and probably not something to read at work, for various reasons, lol.
Title: Subspace
Pairings: S/A (main), S/? (several)
Rating: very NC17
Warning: Teenage (but legal) Spike in a BDSM relationship with an older man.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit...just borrowing them to get the plot bunny that invaded my brain to shut up already.
Beta'd: by thatotherperv
smut_69 prompt: #20 - Lick; Big Kinky Table
Summary: Human AU. Days after Spike turns eighteen, he gets sucked into a whole new world by a mysterious man, but is it one he's ready for?
Previous chapters in memories and at my site.
Chapter 11
Previously:
They reached a door and Angel turned the knob, stepping aside for Spike to enter in front of him. Spike walked in and looked around. The room was cozy but not too small, boasting a wet bar and several pieces of furniture, including a couch and several chairs.
Again, Spike might have thought Angel had brought him there to fuck him, except for the serious look on his face when he shut and locked the door behind him. Spike changed his mind again, though, when Angel unbuckled his belt and slid it off, thinking he did want to bugger him after all, but then, instead of dropping it, Angel folded it in half and gripped the end with the buckle in his hand, his other about halfway down the strap, holding it taut.
Suddenly getting a good idea of what Angel was about, Spike's eyes widened and he took a step back. "What…."
"Drop your pants and turn around."
Spike's stomach tightened and he laughed nervously. "Right. Funny. Almost had me there."
Angel didn't smile, just pinned him down with his eyes. "You didn't follow instructions."
Spike sobered and his forehead scrunched up. "What?"
"I told you to let anyone who wanted touch you however they wanted as long as they stayed away from your cock, and no kissing. You disobeyed me. You told someone no."
Spike swallowed. "I-I'm sorry. I just…. Like I said, the guy wasn't worth my time."
Angel's voice was like steel when he answered. "It wasn't your time you were giving. It was your body, which you gave to me to do with as I pleased when we're like this, or have you forgotten that?"
Spike cursed his traitorous body as it reacted to Angel's casual declaration of ownership and started to harden. "No, I haven't forgotten."
Angel nodded, seeming to accept that. "So you didn't forget, you just willfully disobeyed."
Spike made a noise of frustration. "Said I'm sorry!"
Angel shook his head. "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, Spike. You're going to be punished."
Feeling like he was trapped in some weird alternate dimension, Spike backed up another step as Angel started for him. "You're bluffing."
"I'm not," Angel said simply.
Spike took another step back and ran into the couch. Bugger. "If you think I'm going to let you use that thing on me, Angel, you're daft."
Angel came to a stop in front of him and Spike wasn't embarrassed to admit he flinched when Angel's hand lifted to his cheek. He was surprised, though, to see the disappointment in Angel's eyes that he didn't trust him not to hit him just then, considering he was holding a belt with the intent to do just that.
Instead, though, Angel cupped his cheek and stared straight into his eyes, looking extremely sure of himself as he said, "You'll not only let me, you'll count the strokes out loud and thank me after just like we discussed a couple of weeks ago."
Now Spike knew Angel was out of his tree, no matter that they had talked about it and no matter that on the day in question Spike had even consented to being punished although it hadn't happened at the time. Things were…different now, Spike had thought. More intimate between them. Foolishly, Spike had let himself believe that because of that, and because Angel hadn't gone through with it the first time, he wouldn't actually follow through on punishing him now.
A thought entered his head and Spike's eyes narrowed. "Didn't accept a drink from a stranger, did you? Should know better than that. Someone must have slipped you something."
Angel's thumb lightly rubbed back and forth over Spike's cheek. "I haven't drunk or ate anything since getting here. I'm completely sober."
Spike stared into Angel's eyes for a long moment, finally accepting that no, Angel wasn't drunk or high. Which left….
"Can I ask you something without it being held against me?"
Angel hesitated, then nodded, his hand falling away from Spike's cheek.
"This isn't…." Spike trailed off, and tried to figure out how to phrase it, deciding to just spit it out. "This isn't about Lindsey, is it? Are you angry about what I told him we'd be doing right now if you weren't a factor?"
Angel's jaw clenched for a fraction of a second, but relaxed just as quickly. He shook his head and said, "I'm not happy about it, no. But I'm not angry, either. I don't let anger dictate punishments, Spike. If I'm ever angry with you, I promise you that I'll wait until I've cooled off to discipline you."
Spike bit his bottom lip, then blurted, "You make it sound like I'm a ruddy child."
"You're not," Angel said. "You're my sub -- willingly -- and you agreed to the rules. You wanted this relationship just as much as me. Now you need to decide if you're going to cut and run the first time things get serious, or if you're going to stick around and take your punishment like the man I know you are. This is the last time I’m going to tell you, Spike. Drop your pants and turn around."
"And if I don't?" Spike asked, holding his breath as he waited for the answer.
Angel nodded toward the door. "You know where the door is. Use it."
Spike quirked an eyebrow. "And that'd be it? No punishment?"
"No punishment. No us, either. That's not a threat; it's just the way it is," Angel said.
And there it was. Their entire relationship rested in Spike's hands. He had to make a decision between walking away from Angel or letting him discipline him for not following the rules.
Eyes locked on Angel's, Spike reached down and undid his jeans. Unbelievably, a ribbon of warmth curled through him at the approval on Angel's face. It was in that instant that Spike got at least part of why those other subs whose journals he'd found online allowed themselves to be disciplined by their Doms.
Jeans unfastened, Spike hesitated with his thumbs in his waistband. Angel didn't move a muscle or say a word, giving Spike the room he needed to make this decision for himself. Somehow, that only made it harder.
Taking a deep breath, Spike pushed his jeans down to his ankles and turned around, body tense, waiting for whatever was going to happen next.
In a calm voice, Angel said, "Bend over the back of the couch and brace yourself."
Spike swallowed against the knot of anxiety rising in his throat and bent over the couch, bracing his knees against the back of it and his hands on the cushions. By then he was completely flaccid and his softened cock pressed against the fabric of the couch, mocking him. Heat rose in his cheeks as he exposed his backside to Angel, despite the fact that Angel had seen it a good many times now. This was different. It felt different. It felt…soddin' well humiliating, and not in a good way.
Spike jumped when Angel laid a hand on the small of his back and began rubbing in circles. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, amazingly feeling himself relax slightly under Angel's touch. Everything about this was so far out of the realm of Spike's experience, he didn't know what to think about any of it. All he knew was that somewhere deep inside, on a basic level, it felt…he wasn't sure if 'right' was the word for it, but something about it struck a chord in him, no matter how hard Spike's pride was railing against it, urging him to straighten back up, pull up his jeans and tell Angel to fuck off.
Eventually Angel's hand stilled and the comforting turned to an anchor, keeping him grounded as it rested on his lower back.
In the same calm voice as before, Angel said, "This isn't going to be like the spanking the other day. That was for pleasure. This isn't."
Spike nodded his understanding.
Angel dropped his hand and out of the corner of his eye, Spike saw him take a step back. "I expect you to count the number of lashes. If you miss one, we do it over. You've got ten coming. Understand?"
"Yes, Angel," Spike said, cursing silently at the way his voice wavered.
Thankfully, Angel didn't make an issue of it and then his hand was back, this time in the center of Spike's back, steadying him. Spike held his breath, tensing back up as he waited for the first blow, still unable to believe he'd agreed to this.
When the first lash of the belt landed on his bared arse, Spike swore loudly as pain exploded over his flesh, radiating out from where the belt had landed. Angel hadn't been kidding when he said this would be nothing like the spanking. Trying to breathe through it, he barely remembered to count.
"One."
"Good. One other rule. You can yell all you want, no one's going to hear with how loud the music is blasting out there, but don't curse again or I add a lash."
Spike bit back another curse and said tersely, "Yes, Angel."
Another blow cracked across his backside and Spike yelled out again, although he was thankful that at least it hadn't landed in the same spot. "Two."
Another lash, more pain, and Spike nearly choked on the word as he said, "Three."
The next bunch of lashes went the same way, with a few of them landing in previously lashed areas. By the time they reached the eighth one, Spike's arse was on fire and he was breathing heavily, hands fisted in the cushions as he rode out the pain, his voice shaking as he counted out loud. He had stopped yelling, instead gritting his teeth and cursing silently.
Spike's body jerked as the ninth one landed on a twice previously strapped area. He was so busy breathing through the pain he almost forgot to count. The hand at his back pressing down warningly reminded him, though, and he said haltingly, "Nine."
The tenth and final lash hit in the same spot as the previous one, and his eyes watered from the pain. It was over. Unable to keep the relief out of his voice, he said, "Ten."
The reprieve was short lived, however. Angel set the belt down on the back of the couch and ordered, "On your knees."
Spike didn't even balk at the idea, already humiliated beyond belief. He simply slid to his knees, careful not to sit back on his abraded arse, spread his legs like he'd been told to do at Angel's flat and reached up to unfasten Angel's trousers, thinking he meant for him to suck him off.
A hand covered both of Spike's, gently but firmly removing them from the front of Angel's trousers. Belatedly, Spike realized Angel wasn't even hard.
Angel's other hand made it's way into Spike's hair, coming to rest at the back of his head as he said, "Look at me."
Spike did, blinking back the moisture still left over in his eyes from the last lash.
Angel stared down at him for a moment, then said, "I'm waiting."
Spike wracked his pain addled brain for what Angel could possibly be talking about if not a blowjob and then he remembered. He swallowed hard and said in a rush, "Thank you, Angel."
"You're welcome. Now stand and pull up your pants."
The hand at the back of his head slid down to his arm and under it, helping him to his feet. If Spike hadn't been in so much pain he would have resented that, but as it was, he was grateful. Carefully, he pulled up his jeans, wincing as they slid in place over his arse. He fastened them, then turned back to Angel, waiting for his next instructions, although he didn't meet Angel's eyes, instead looking down at a point on the floor a ways off.
They stood facing each other silently for several minutes, until Angel finally said, "Spike, look at me."
Reluctantly, Spike did, his face heating at the reminder that he'd just allowed the man in front of him to punish him like a ruddy child for breaking a rule.
Angel reached out and caressed the side of his face, saying, "It's over now. You can let it go."
Spike looked at him incredulously, thinking Angel must be daft after all if he thought Spike could just…let go of what happened like it was nothing, but bit his tongue.
Angel frowned. "Talk to me."
Spike hesitated, but knew it was an order and he'd be damned if he'd disobey and end up getting strapped again. "I just…don't know how you expect me to do that. I'm…." He hesitated again, then decided sod it, it was also a rule that he be honest so honest was what Angel was going to get. "That was humiliating, Angel, and it fu--" he caught himself before the swear word got all the way out, not sure if that rule still stood or not. Backtracking, he finished, "it hurt."
Angel nodded. "I get that. But I also know that somewhere inside, it felt right. You need to focus on that or this relationship isn't going to work." Spike tensed, suddenly very pissed off that it appeared Angel was ready to ditch him in spite of what he'd allowed to be done to him. Before Spike could say anything, though, Angel continued. "When I say that, I'm not threatening to leave." Spike relaxed slightly, the surge of anger draining away in the face of the reassurance that he wasn't about to lose him. "I mean that it's not going to work for you. You have two choices here. You can get hung up on the humiliation and your pride and let it destroy what we have -- what the submissive in you craves -- or you can own it; acknowledge you deserved it and move on."
The anger that had subsided a moment earlier, flared back to life and Spike blurted, "That's just it, Angel. Don't think I did deserve it."
Angel tensed and Spike's stomach tightened in apprehension, sure he'd fucked up blurting that out that way, but it was the truth and he was too angry right then to try to take it back just to keep the peace.
"If you didn't think you deserved it, why the hell did you submit to it?" Angel asked, sounding truly confused and pissed off himself.
Spike blinked at him, thinking Angel had to be dense not to get it. "Because you said we were over if I didn't."
Angel turned away and cursed, then turned back and said sharply, "I told you that wasn't a threat."
Really pissed off now, Spike said through gritted teeth, "Right. Not a threat. 'Just the way it is.' What did you expect me to do?"
Angel looked like he wanted to throw something…possibly Spike. Spike held his breath, waiting to see what Angel would do. Suddenly, Angel rubbed a hand over his face and let out a long breath. When he looked at Spike again, his expression was carefully blank.
"Okay. Explain to me why you don't think you deserved it."
Angel's sudden calm served to diffuse Spike's anger somewhat and he scrunched his forehead as he tried to figure out how to explain the mix of emotions and thoughts swirling around inside. "Look. I get that I broke a rule, and I get that I earned the punishment because of that, but…."
"But what?" Angel prompted when Spike didn't continue right off.
Spike bit his lip, then said in a rush, "The thought of that arsehole's hands all over me made my skin crawl."
Angel cursed again and Spike looked away, clenching his jaw and bracing himself for round two of pissed off Angel. Instead, a hand at his chin urged him to look back over and Spike was surprised at what he saw. There wasn't any anger, just frustration and a hint of hurt.
"We talked about this. I told you before that I'm not going to make you do something you don't want." Spike frowned, but it seemed that Angel wasn't done, so he stayed silent. "Until that point, thinking back on everything we've done together, everything I've asked of you and you've given to me, has there been one single thing I've made you do that you didn't want or didn't make you feel good, even if you were scared of it at first?"
Spike was quiet for moment, then slowly shook his head. "No."
Angel's hand dropped away and his features smoothed out a little, although the hurt remained. "Then why didn't you trust that if you came to me and told me that, I wouldn't have heard you out? Why did you take it into your own hands to tell him no when it was my decision, not yours?"
Spike swallowed. "I--" He trailed off, feeling about two inches high, knowing Angel was right. He should have trusted him. Angel had shown him over and over now that he respected his boundaries and cared about how he felt about things. "--don't know. I'm sorry. I should have."
A hand slid around to the back of his head and he was drawn in toward Angel. He stood stiffly against him at first, feeling embarrassed about not trusting Angel, not to mention still humiliated by the punishment. Angel urged his head down and forward, and then lips were on his forehead and he was being kissed reverently. Spike closed his eyes and let out a long, slow breath, his hands tentatively coming up to rest on Angel's hips.
Angel pressed a kiss to the top of his head and murmured into his hair, "I'm proud of you for taking the punishment so well, and for being honest about what you're feeling."
Spike shivered in pleasure at Angel's words and melted against him, wanting more, needing the contact. Angel's other arm wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. The pain that was still radiating through Spike's backside became a distant second to the feeling of Angel holding him to him, and Spike's own arms wound around Angel's waist, hugging him tightly.
All too soon Angel pulled out of the hug and took a step back, saying gruffly, "We should get back before the others miss you."
Spike looked up at Angel and saw that he hadn't been the only one affected by the hug. They shared a smile, then Spike started to turn. He stopped short, gasping in pain and cursing himself for wearing such tight jeans.
Imploringly, Spike looked at Angel and asked, "Can I swear now? Please?"
Angel chuckled and nodded his head.
"Bloody fucking hell. Christ that soddin' hurts. Don't know how I'm supposed to go out there and dance like this."
Angel stepped in close and cupped Spike's face between his hands, tilting it up toward his as his mouth descended on him. Spike opened to him when Angel's tongue probed his lips and kissed him back.
After, Angel leaned back and looked down at him, saying, "You can and you will. For me."
A surge of arousal shot through Spike and he said huskily, "Yes, Angel."
Heat flashed in Angel's eyes and his hands on Spike's face tightened. "You have no idea how much it turns me on when you say that."
Spike licked his lips. "Maybe you should show me?"
Angel growled and shook his head. "No. Not yet. I want you so worked up and needing it so badly that you can't stand it by the time I fuck you."
Spike groaned. "Right. I'll get right on that."
Through sheer force of will, he turned and walked away from Angel, moving somewhat stiffly. He took a deep breath, hand on the doorknob, and looked back.
"Angel…."
"Yes?" Angel prompted when Spike trailed off.
"I don't have to dance with that prick then, yeah?"
Angel studied him for a moment, then shook his head. "This is supposed to be a turn on for both of us. If you honestly can't stand him that much, then no. And if it happens again with someone else, just glance up at me and shake your head. If your plug shuts off, you have my permission to tell the person no. But if it stays on, I expect you to do as you're told."
Spike smiled. "Got it. Ta."
And with that, he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
Half an hour later, Spike had all but forgotten the pain in his arse. Not due to it lessening any, because with the way the random bloke at his back was grinding on him, he doubted very much it was helping his backside heal from the welts and possible bruises he was sure were covering it. No, he had all but forgotten it because he was lost in the beat, lost in the feeling of his plug vibrating inside him while two guys boxed him in, their hands all over him, lost in the knowledge that Angel was nearby, watching it all and getting off on it if the high speed he was vibrating at was any indication.
A hand crept toward his groin and Spike immediately wrapped his hand around the wrist attached to it and shook his head at the guy grinding against his front. Undeterred by the rebuff, the man wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in for a kiss, which Spike deftly avoided at the last second. Instead, the guy's lips latched onto his neck and Spike shivered in his arms as he sought out and found Angel watching them, his eyes dark with passion.
The bloke behind Spike chose that moment to slip his hands up under his shirt and pinch his nipples, rolling them between his fingers and Spike shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head as wave after wave of pleasure washed through him, both at being groped by men whose names he didn't even know or care to know, and the knowledge that he had no choice in the matter. He'd given Angel his body and Angel wanted to watch as strangers played with him. The strapping he'd got not half an hour before had driven that point home. Spike had no responsibility in it whatsoever, except to do what Angel had told him and enjoy it and trust that Angel would take care of him.
It was a freeing feeling, knowing that, a freeing realization, and as soon as Spike thought it, he had to straighten suddenly and push the men off him or risk having an orgasm right there. Knowing the time had come, he looked up at the balcony and met Angel's eyes. Angel nodded and indicated Spike should come back up. Spike did so without a moment's thought for the blokes he was leaving behind. He took the steps two at a time again, marveling how unlike last time this was about to turn out to be.
Hurriedly, he headed for the back rooms, heart racing, dick throbbing, the vibrating plug in his arse driving him insane. Angel hadn't turned it off like he usually did when Spike broke contact with his dance partners; hadn't even turned it down.
He strode past the bouncer, into the same room he'd been in before with Angel and closed the door. Desperate to get off, he leaned his forehead against the wall next to the door, fists braced next to his head as he tried to think of every unsexy thing he could to stop from coming. It felt like an eternity before Angel joined him. The minute he was in the room, Spike attacked, pushing him against the wall, hands up under Angel's shirt in a matter of seconds, groin rubbing against Angel's thigh as he tried to find some relief.
He leaned in for a kiss but before his lips could find Angel's, he was grabbed by the back of his head and pulled off. Spike met Angel's stern expression with a needy one of his own as Angel said, "Remember your place, boy."
Spike moaned, eyes sliding shut as he was held by his hair at arm's length and lectured. Opening his eyes again, he looked pleadingly into Angel's. "Please, Angel. I can't…I'm going to come from that goddamn plug. Can feel my balls starting to draw up and I can't stop it because you told me not to touch myself. Please."
Angel studied him for a second then nodded his head and released him. "Strip."
Spike did so quickly, gasping in relief when the vibrating stopped.
Rid of his kit, Spike looked at Angel expectantly.
"Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back."
Spike did, and then Angel was behind him, one hand clamping down on the base of his dick, the other grabbing his balls and pulling down on them. Spike gasped and shuddered in Angel's arms.
They stayed like that for a full minute before Angel asked against his ear, "Better?"
Spike nodded, then remembered himself. "Yes, Angel. Thank you."
Angel nipped at his lobe in response, then released him and backed up. Spike watched as he walked toward the couch, sinking down on it fully clothed.
"Come here."
Spike didn't have to be told twice. He walked over and waited for the next order.
Angel reached up and ran a hand down his newly smooth chest and abdomen, then past his groin -- which still had his short and curlies intact -- to his newly smooth thighs. "You followed instructions. Good."
Spike nodded. That morning, Angel had texted him on his way out of town with a time and an address and an order to get his torso and legs waxed. Spike had asked why, but been told he'd find out soon enough.
Spike arched an eyebrow and said, "Still curious as fuck why."
Angel smiled mischievously up at him, sending a warm thrill of anticipation and nervousness up Spike's spine. "You'll find out tomorrow."
"Yes, Angel," Spike said, even though what he really wanted to do was force Angel to tell him. Patience was not his strong suit.
Angel dropped his hand and ordered, "On your knees and take me out."
Spike rushed to comply, his mouth literally watering as he got Angel's hard, leaking cock out. Looking up at Angel, he asked, "Can I?"
Angel nodded his head and Spike wasted no time sucking him down, circling the part of his shaft he couldn't fit in his mouth with one hand while the other reached down and massaged Angel's balls. He moaned around him, wanting Angel's cock in his arse, but not wanting to stop sucking it to get it there. Turned out he didn't have to make that choice anyway. Angel made it for him minutes later when he grabbed him under his arms and hauled him up onto his lap.
Spike started to sit back on his thighs, but hissed and knelt back up hurriedly instead as pain shot through him, remembering his sore arse too late.
Angel chuckled. "Forgot about the beating already?"
Spike smiled sheepishly. "Too turned on to think about it."
Angel smiled back and reached into his pocket, pulling out lube and a condom. Setting it on his stomach, he told Spike, "Get me ready to fuck you."
Spike sucked in a sharp breath at the thought of sliding a condom on Angel, of preparing his cock to fuck him. Reaching out, Spike grabbed the condom package and tore it open, positioning the bit of latex over Angel's erection and rolling it down, his own cock twitching in response. He squeezed lube out onto the tip and worked it down with his hand, jacking Angel briefly as he did so.
When he started to reach around behind him to pull out his plug -- the very fact that there was a well-lubricated plug there already making preparing himself unnecessary -- Angel stopped him with a hand on his arm. "I want to watch."
Spike's stomach fluttered with embarrassment over what Angel was asking him to do, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny the thought turned him on. Climbing off his lap, Spike turned around and spread his legs, bending slightly at the waist. With one hand, he grabbed one arse cheek and spread himself open, clenching his teeth against the pain from his sore flesh. With the other hand, he grabbed the base of the plug and began pulling it out.
"Slower," Angel said.
Spike bit his bottom lip and forced himself to slow down. Remembering how Angel had done it in the alley behind the cinema, he paused as the widest part stretched him open. Angel groaned and Spike felt a rush of power surge through him. Liking that he had this tiny bit of control over Angel's arousal, he took his time, ever so slowly pulling it out, until finally the tip slipped free.
Immediately, Angel grabbed his hips and growled, "Get down here, you little cocktease."
Spike set the plug aside and started to turn, but a sharply barked, "No," stopped him in his tracks. "Like this," Angel said, urging him down backwards.
Spike spread his legs wider and backed up until his calves hit the couch, then lifted one leg, bending it and bracing it on the couch just outside Angel's still clothed thigh. With Angel's hands holding him up and balanced, Spike did the same with the other, then slowly squatted down as Angel released one hip. Spike gasped when he felt the head of Angel's cock press against his arsehole, Angel guiding himself into him. Spike's eyes rolled back in his head as he sank down on him, making it halfway before he had to lift up slightly. He sank down again, taking the rest of him in and moaned, both in pain as his sore backside rested on Angel's hips and in arousal from the feeling of having Angel's cock inside him.
In a rough voice, Angel ordered, "Fuck yourself on me."
Spike groaned and lifted up, then sank down again, Angel's hands at his hips guiding his pace. Before long, he could feel the burn in his thighs but was too caught up in the feel of Angel's dick rubbing over his prostate with every downward slide, the pain in his arse which was perversely turning him on even more every time his backside touched Angel's hips, and the knowledge that he was completely naked, completely under Angel's control while Angel himself sat passively on the couch, fully clothed, watching him ride him like a bitch in heat.
"Did you like it?" Angel asked, "Having their hands all over you?"
Spike sucked in a sharp breath as he lifted up and sank back down. Hoping he was answering right, he said with a hint of question in his voice, "Yes?"
Angel's hands squeezed his hips and pulled down when Spike tried to lift back up again. Taking the hint, Spike stopped riding Angel's cock and waited.
"Yes you did, or yes you think that's what I want to hear? The truth, Spike."
Spike bit his lip, wishing he could see Angel's face to gauge his response. "Both."
"Both."
"Yes. I…. Fuck it turned me on. Especially after…the punishment because I knew I had no choice. The biggest turn on was knowing you were watching all of it and getting off on me getting turned on by their hands on me. But honestly? I would have said yes anyway, because that's what I thought you wanted to hear."
Angel was quiet for a moment, then leaned up, placing a kiss on Spike's bare shoulder. Next to his ear, he said, "Whenever I ask you a question, I expect the truth, not what you think I want to hear."
Spike nodded, but remained tense as he said, "Yes, Angel."
"What? Talk to me," Angel said, sounding slightly frustrated.
Spike took a deep breath. "Even if the truth will get me punished?"
Angel grabbed Spike's chin and twisted his face around so Spike could see him. "The only time the truth will get you punished is when I'm asking you a question about something you did and what you did broke a rule. And even then, yes, I expect the truth. If I don't get it and I find out you lied to me? The punishment will be twice as bad, understand?"
Spike held Angel's gaze and said, "Yes, Angel."
Angel studied him for a minute, apparently appeased by what he saw. Leaning forward, he brushed a kiss across Spike's lips then released his chin, returning his hand to his hip as he sat back again. "Fuck yourself on me again."
Spike faced forward and moaned as he lifted up and sank back down at the pace Angel's hands urged him to.
"I got so hard watching them put their hands all over you, watching you get turned on by it," Angel admitted, voice deep.
Spike shivered, and fought to keep his pace even. "Oh God."
Suddenly, Angel's hands left Spike's hips as he said, "Keep the same pace."
Spike lowered himself down on him and moaned. "Yes, Angel."
Hands slid up his back, lightly rubbing over it, then scraped down, nails digging into Spike's flesh, causing Spike to gasp and arch, instinctively trying to get away from the pain. He got a sharp smack right on one of the more painful lash welts for his efforts.
"Don't pull away from my touch."
"Yes, Angel," Spike said breathlessly.
Again the hands slid lightly up his back, but this time Spike braced himself for the pain, proud of himself for keeping his back straight as Angel's nails again dug in and scraped their way down his back, stopping just above the swell of his bum.
"No matter who touches you, or how hot it gets you, whose are you?" Angel asked, the question coming out as more of a demand.
Without hesitation, Spike said, "Yours, Angel. I'm yours."
"Good boy," Angel praised him.
Spike began to pant, the need to come increasing by the second. "Please, Angel."
"Please what?" Angel asked, scraping his nails down Spike's back again.
"Please, need to come," Spike responded desperately.
"Not yet," Angel said. "You still have questions to answer."
Spike whimpered.
"Tell me," Angel said, "Did you want any of them to touch your cock?"
Between gasps for air, Spike shook his head vigorously. "No. Only want you to, Angel."
"Did you want any of them on their knees, sucking you off?"
That time, Spike hesitated, then admitted, "Yes."
Angel chuckled. "I'll bet you did. Wanted to have any of them fuck you?"
Again Spike shook his head and said without hesitation, "No. Only you."
That earned him another long, hard scratch. Spike arched into it that time, moaning as pain and pleasure merged, taking him closer and closer to the edge.
"Wanted them to bend over for you while I watched?"
Spike gasped and bucked, nearly dislodging Angel's cock inside him. "Oh fuck. Yes. Bloody hell."
Angel growled and grabbed his hips, silently directing him to speed up. "That gets you hot? The thought of topping some random guy while I watch?"
"Yes," Spike said on a hiss of pleasure as he fucked himself on Angel's cock faster and faster.
Angel panted behind him, thrusting up into him as Spike slid down. "Yeah, that's it. Fuck you look so good riding me like this, ass and back all red and welted."
Spike groaned and fought to keep from coming, even though every muscle in his body was screaming for him let go.
Angel's hands reached around and found his nipples, pinching and twisting them as he leaned forward and kissed his back where he'd scratched him.
Spike gasped and clenched around Angel as frissons of pleasure-pain shot through him at what Angel was doing to his nipples. "Fucking hell."
Behind him, Angel asked, "Like that?"
Spike moaned. "God yes."
Angel licked a line up his spine, then said, "Mmm. Got a masochist on my hands. Glad to hear it. I've got a set of nipple clamps and a flogger back at the apartment with your name on them."
Spike shuddered. "Christ. Keep talking like that, I'm not going to last much longer."
Angel groaned. "Lucky for you, neither am I. Faster."
Spike was more than happy to oblige, clenching his jaw against the pain in his arse and the burn in his thighs. "Bugger. Need to work on my leg muscles."
Angel's hands dropped from Spike's nipples to his thighs, kneading them as Spike continued to fuck himself on his cock. "Burning?"
Spike nodded.
"Tell me if you start to cramp."
"Yes, Angel," Spike said between gasps for air as he rode Angel faster yet, until finally he couldn't take it anymore. He felt his balls start to draw up and began begging between gasps for air once more, "Angel, please. Need to come. Ca-can't hold off anymore."
"Do it," Angel ordered. "Show me how much you love my cock up your ass. What a little slut you are for it."
Spike groaned and slammed himself down on Angel repeatedly until finally he froze, his orgasm crashing through him, rocking his body with its intensity. Spike cried out in pleasure and Angel quickly grabbed his hand, forcing it around the tip of his dick, roughly ordering him to catch his release.
Spike had no more finished than an arm circled his waist and he was turned toward the couch and ordered to brace himself on all fours, but not to lose the come. He got into position, holding his one hand closed tightly and turned up, and then Angel thrust into him over and over, making Spike cry out again as oversensitive nerves protested, until finally Angel froze behind him, fingers digging into Spike's hips as he came inside him.
After, Spike collapsed on the couch, grunting as Angel laid down on top of him. Lips at his neck had Spike tilting his head to the side in supplication.
"Christ. You're such a good little bitch," Angel said against his neck. "So fucking responsive; so good at taking orders."
Spike shivered at the words.
After a moment, Angel lightly smacked his backside and sat up. "Turn around and straddle my lap again, facing me this time."
Spike did so, sitting back on Angel's still clothed thighs. Fingers circled the wrist of the hand Spike was still holding his spendings in and Angel pushed it toward his face. "Lick it all up.
Staring into Angel's eyes, Spike slowly opened his hand, tongue out, and caught all the sticky come trapped inside. He swallowed it down, then licked his palm, moaning at the heated expression on Angel's face as he did so.
Finally, once all traces of come were gone from his palm and fingers, Spike lowered his arm to his side. Angel brought his hands up then, running them over Spike's bare thighs, past his hips, over his abdomen and up to his nipples. He pinched them and Spike shuddered, arching toward the touch as his eyes slid closed. It was too soon for him to harden at the touch, obviously, but his body was still caught in a post-orgasmic state and it felt bloody good anyway.
"You like being naked while I sit here with all my clothes on?"
Spike looked down at Angel's flaccid cock hanging out of barely on his hips trousers and said, "Not fully clothed, are you?"
Angel smirked, but reached back and smacked Spike's sore arse anyway. Spike had to bite his lip to keep from swearing. "Answer the question."
Spike felt his face heat, something that was becoming entirely too common when he was around Angel, and said, "Yes. Although, have to admit, enjoy the sight of you naked, too, luv."
The endearment rolled off his tongue without him even being aware of it. That is, until Angel's entire body stilled.
Spike stilled also, worried he'd overstepped. "Didn't mean any disrespect. Just--"
Angel raised a hand to Spike's lips, silencing him. "I liked it."
Spike felt warmth curl through him and he smiled under Angel's fingers. Angel pulled his hand away and Spike asked, "Yeah?"
Angel smiled back. "Yeah. But save it for after sex or outside the bedroom, so to speak. When we're in a scene, I expect to be called Angel. Understand?"
"Yes, Angel," Spike replied.
"Now get dressed. The others will be wondering where you are."
Spike nodded and climbed off his lap, bending to pick up his kit. As he pulled on his jeans, Angel said, "Oh. And Spike?"
Spike lifted his head and looked at Angel. "Yeah?"
"You'll be staying the night tomorrow night. I've got plans for you."
As Angel stood and tucked himself away, Spike felt a fresh surge of arousal slam through him. Soddin' hell. Tomorrow night couldn't get there soon enough.
Continued here.
*takes a deep breath*
Yeah, so here it is. Oh, and it's a long chapter, and probably not something to read at work, for various reasons, lol.
Title: Subspace
Pairings: S/A (main), S/? (several)
Rating: very NC17
Warning: Teenage (but legal) Spike in a BDSM relationship with an older man.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit...just borrowing them to get the plot bunny that invaded my brain to shut up already.
Beta'd: by thatotherperv
smut_69 prompt: #20 - Lick; Big Kinky Table
Summary: Human AU. Days after Spike turns eighteen, he gets sucked into a whole new world by a mysterious man, but is it one he's ready for?
Previous chapters in memories and at my site.
Chapter 11
Previously:
They reached a door and Angel turned the knob, stepping aside for Spike to enter in front of him. Spike walked in and looked around. The room was cozy but not too small, boasting a wet bar and several pieces of furniture, including a couch and several chairs.
Again, Spike might have thought Angel had brought him there to fuck him, except for the serious look on his face when he shut and locked the door behind him. Spike changed his mind again, though, when Angel unbuckled his belt and slid it off, thinking he did want to bugger him after all, but then, instead of dropping it, Angel folded it in half and gripped the end with the buckle in his hand, his other about halfway down the strap, holding it taut.
Suddenly getting a good idea of what Angel was about, Spike's eyes widened and he took a step back. "What…."
"Drop your pants and turn around."
Spike's stomach tightened and he laughed nervously. "Right. Funny. Almost had me there."
Angel didn't smile, just pinned him down with his eyes. "You didn't follow instructions."
Spike sobered and his forehead scrunched up. "What?"
"I told you to let anyone who wanted touch you however they wanted as long as they stayed away from your cock, and no kissing. You disobeyed me. You told someone no."
Spike swallowed. "I-I'm sorry. I just…. Like I said, the guy wasn't worth my time."
Angel's voice was like steel when he answered. "It wasn't your time you were giving. It was your body, which you gave to me to do with as I pleased when we're like this, or have you forgotten that?"
Spike cursed his traitorous body as it reacted to Angel's casual declaration of ownership and started to harden. "No, I haven't forgotten."
Angel nodded, seeming to accept that. "So you didn't forget, you just willfully disobeyed."
Spike made a noise of frustration. "Said I'm sorry!"
Angel shook his head. "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time, Spike. You're going to be punished."
Feeling like he was trapped in some weird alternate dimension, Spike backed up another step as Angel started for him. "You're bluffing."
"I'm not," Angel said simply.
Spike took another step back and ran into the couch. Bugger. "If you think I'm going to let you use that thing on me, Angel, you're daft."
Angel came to a stop in front of him and Spike wasn't embarrassed to admit he flinched when Angel's hand lifted to his cheek. He was surprised, though, to see the disappointment in Angel's eyes that he didn't trust him not to hit him just then, considering he was holding a belt with the intent to do just that.
Instead, though, Angel cupped his cheek and stared straight into his eyes, looking extremely sure of himself as he said, "You'll not only let me, you'll count the strokes out loud and thank me after just like we discussed a couple of weeks ago."
Now Spike knew Angel was out of his tree, no matter that they had talked about it and no matter that on the day in question Spike had even consented to being punished although it hadn't happened at the time. Things were…different now, Spike had thought. More intimate between them. Foolishly, Spike had let himself believe that because of that, and because Angel hadn't gone through with it the first time, he wouldn't actually follow through on punishing him now.
A thought entered his head and Spike's eyes narrowed. "Didn't accept a drink from a stranger, did you? Should know better than that. Someone must have slipped you something."
Angel's thumb lightly rubbed back and forth over Spike's cheek. "I haven't drunk or ate anything since getting here. I'm completely sober."
Spike stared into Angel's eyes for a long moment, finally accepting that no, Angel wasn't drunk or high. Which left….
"Can I ask you something without it being held against me?"
Angel hesitated, then nodded, his hand falling away from Spike's cheek.
"This isn't…." Spike trailed off, and tried to figure out how to phrase it, deciding to just spit it out. "This isn't about Lindsey, is it? Are you angry about what I told him we'd be doing right now if you weren't a factor?"
Angel's jaw clenched for a fraction of a second, but relaxed just as quickly. He shook his head and said, "I'm not happy about it, no. But I'm not angry, either. I don't let anger dictate punishments, Spike. If I'm ever angry with you, I promise you that I'll wait until I've cooled off to discipline you."
Spike bit his bottom lip, then blurted, "You make it sound like I'm a ruddy child."
"You're not," Angel said. "You're my sub -- willingly -- and you agreed to the rules. You wanted this relationship just as much as me. Now you need to decide if you're going to cut and run the first time things get serious, or if you're going to stick around and take your punishment like the man I know you are. This is the last time I’m going to tell you, Spike. Drop your pants and turn around."
"And if I don't?" Spike asked, holding his breath as he waited for the answer.
Angel nodded toward the door. "You know where the door is. Use it."
Spike quirked an eyebrow. "And that'd be it? No punishment?"
"No punishment. No us, either. That's not a threat; it's just the way it is," Angel said.
And there it was. Their entire relationship rested in Spike's hands. He had to make a decision between walking away from Angel or letting him discipline him for not following the rules.
Eyes locked on Angel's, Spike reached down and undid his jeans. Unbelievably, a ribbon of warmth curled through him at the approval on Angel's face. It was in that instant that Spike got at least part of why those other subs whose journals he'd found online allowed themselves to be disciplined by their Doms.
Jeans unfastened, Spike hesitated with his thumbs in his waistband. Angel didn't move a muscle or say a word, giving Spike the room he needed to make this decision for himself. Somehow, that only made it harder.
Taking a deep breath, Spike pushed his jeans down to his ankles and turned around, body tense, waiting for whatever was going to happen next.
In a calm voice, Angel said, "Bend over the back of the couch and brace yourself."
Spike swallowed against the knot of anxiety rising in his throat and bent over the couch, bracing his knees against the back of it and his hands on the cushions. By then he was completely flaccid and his softened cock pressed against the fabric of the couch, mocking him. Heat rose in his cheeks as he exposed his backside to Angel, despite the fact that Angel had seen it a good many times now. This was different. It felt different. It felt…soddin' well humiliating, and not in a good way.
Spike jumped when Angel laid a hand on the small of his back and began rubbing in circles. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, amazingly feeling himself relax slightly under Angel's touch. Everything about this was so far out of the realm of Spike's experience, he didn't know what to think about any of it. All he knew was that somewhere deep inside, on a basic level, it felt…he wasn't sure if 'right' was the word for it, but something about it struck a chord in him, no matter how hard Spike's pride was railing against it, urging him to straighten back up, pull up his jeans and tell Angel to fuck off.
Eventually Angel's hand stilled and the comforting turned to an anchor, keeping him grounded as it rested on his lower back.
In the same calm voice as before, Angel said, "This isn't going to be like the spanking the other day. That was for pleasure. This isn't."
Spike nodded his understanding.
Angel dropped his hand and out of the corner of his eye, Spike saw him take a step back. "I expect you to count the number of lashes. If you miss one, we do it over. You've got ten coming. Understand?"
"Yes, Angel," Spike said, cursing silently at the way his voice wavered.
Thankfully, Angel didn't make an issue of it and then his hand was back, this time in the center of Spike's back, steadying him. Spike held his breath, tensing back up as he waited for the first blow, still unable to believe he'd agreed to this.
When the first lash of the belt landed on his bared arse, Spike swore loudly as pain exploded over his flesh, radiating out from where the belt had landed. Angel hadn't been kidding when he said this would be nothing like the spanking. Trying to breathe through it, he barely remembered to count.
"One."
"Good. One other rule. You can yell all you want, no one's going to hear with how loud the music is blasting out there, but don't curse again or I add a lash."
Spike bit back another curse and said tersely, "Yes, Angel."
Another blow cracked across his backside and Spike yelled out again, although he was thankful that at least it hadn't landed in the same spot. "Two."
Another lash, more pain, and Spike nearly choked on the word as he said, "Three."
The next bunch of lashes went the same way, with a few of them landing in previously lashed areas. By the time they reached the eighth one, Spike's arse was on fire and he was breathing heavily, hands fisted in the cushions as he rode out the pain, his voice shaking as he counted out loud. He had stopped yelling, instead gritting his teeth and cursing silently.
Spike's body jerked as the ninth one landed on a twice previously strapped area. He was so busy breathing through the pain he almost forgot to count. The hand at his back pressing down warningly reminded him, though, and he said haltingly, "Nine."
The tenth and final lash hit in the same spot as the previous one, and his eyes watered from the pain. It was over. Unable to keep the relief out of his voice, he said, "Ten."
The reprieve was short lived, however. Angel set the belt down on the back of the couch and ordered, "On your knees."
Spike didn't even balk at the idea, already humiliated beyond belief. He simply slid to his knees, careful not to sit back on his abraded arse, spread his legs like he'd been told to do at Angel's flat and reached up to unfasten Angel's trousers, thinking he meant for him to suck him off.
A hand covered both of Spike's, gently but firmly removing them from the front of Angel's trousers. Belatedly, Spike realized Angel wasn't even hard.
Angel's other hand made it's way into Spike's hair, coming to rest at the back of his head as he said, "Look at me."
Spike did, blinking back the moisture still left over in his eyes from the last lash.
Angel stared down at him for a moment, then said, "I'm waiting."
Spike wracked his pain addled brain for what Angel could possibly be talking about if not a blowjob and then he remembered. He swallowed hard and said in a rush, "Thank you, Angel."
"You're welcome. Now stand and pull up your pants."
The hand at the back of his head slid down to his arm and under it, helping him to his feet. If Spike hadn't been in so much pain he would have resented that, but as it was, he was grateful. Carefully, he pulled up his jeans, wincing as they slid in place over his arse. He fastened them, then turned back to Angel, waiting for his next instructions, although he didn't meet Angel's eyes, instead looking down at a point on the floor a ways off.
They stood facing each other silently for several minutes, until Angel finally said, "Spike, look at me."
Reluctantly, Spike did, his face heating at the reminder that he'd just allowed the man in front of him to punish him like a ruddy child for breaking a rule.
Angel reached out and caressed the side of his face, saying, "It's over now. You can let it go."
Spike looked at him incredulously, thinking Angel must be daft after all if he thought Spike could just…let go of what happened like it was nothing, but bit his tongue.
Angel frowned. "Talk to me."
Spike hesitated, but knew it was an order and he'd be damned if he'd disobey and end up getting strapped again. "I just…don't know how you expect me to do that. I'm…." He hesitated again, then decided sod it, it was also a rule that he be honest so honest was what Angel was going to get. "That was humiliating, Angel, and it fu--" he caught himself before the swear word got all the way out, not sure if that rule still stood or not. Backtracking, he finished, "it hurt."
Angel nodded. "I get that. But I also know that somewhere inside, it felt right. You need to focus on that or this relationship isn't going to work." Spike tensed, suddenly very pissed off that it appeared Angel was ready to ditch him in spite of what he'd allowed to be done to him. Before Spike could say anything, though, Angel continued. "When I say that, I'm not threatening to leave." Spike relaxed slightly, the surge of anger draining away in the face of the reassurance that he wasn't about to lose him. "I mean that it's not going to work for you. You have two choices here. You can get hung up on the humiliation and your pride and let it destroy what we have -- what the submissive in you craves -- or you can own it; acknowledge you deserved it and move on."
The anger that had subsided a moment earlier, flared back to life and Spike blurted, "That's just it, Angel. Don't think I did deserve it."
Angel tensed and Spike's stomach tightened in apprehension, sure he'd fucked up blurting that out that way, but it was the truth and he was too angry right then to try to take it back just to keep the peace.
"If you didn't think you deserved it, why the hell did you submit to it?" Angel asked, sounding truly confused and pissed off himself.
Spike blinked at him, thinking Angel had to be dense not to get it. "Because you said we were over if I didn't."
Angel turned away and cursed, then turned back and said sharply, "I told you that wasn't a threat."
Really pissed off now, Spike said through gritted teeth, "Right. Not a threat. 'Just the way it is.' What did you expect me to do?"
Angel looked like he wanted to throw something…possibly Spike. Spike held his breath, waiting to see what Angel would do. Suddenly, Angel rubbed a hand over his face and let out a long breath. When he looked at Spike again, his expression was carefully blank.
"Okay. Explain to me why you don't think you deserved it."
Angel's sudden calm served to diffuse Spike's anger somewhat and he scrunched his forehead as he tried to figure out how to explain the mix of emotions and thoughts swirling around inside. "Look. I get that I broke a rule, and I get that I earned the punishment because of that, but…."
"But what?" Angel prompted when Spike didn't continue right off.
Spike bit his lip, then said in a rush, "The thought of that arsehole's hands all over me made my skin crawl."
Angel cursed again and Spike looked away, clenching his jaw and bracing himself for round two of pissed off Angel. Instead, a hand at his chin urged him to look back over and Spike was surprised at what he saw. There wasn't any anger, just frustration and a hint of hurt.
"We talked about this. I told you before that I'm not going to make you do something you don't want." Spike frowned, but it seemed that Angel wasn't done, so he stayed silent. "Until that point, thinking back on everything we've done together, everything I've asked of you and you've given to me, has there been one single thing I've made you do that you didn't want or didn't make you feel good, even if you were scared of it at first?"
Spike was quiet for moment, then slowly shook his head. "No."
Angel's hand dropped away and his features smoothed out a little, although the hurt remained. "Then why didn't you trust that if you came to me and told me that, I wouldn't have heard you out? Why did you take it into your own hands to tell him no when it was my decision, not yours?"
Spike swallowed. "I--" He trailed off, feeling about two inches high, knowing Angel was right. He should have trusted him. Angel had shown him over and over now that he respected his boundaries and cared about how he felt about things. "--don't know. I'm sorry. I should have."
A hand slid around to the back of his head and he was drawn in toward Angel. He stood stiffly against him at first, feeling embarrassed about not trusting Angel, not to mention still humiliated by the punishment. Angel urged his head down and forward, and then lips were on his forehead and he was being kissed reverently. Spike closed his eyes and let out a long, slow breath, his hands tentatively coming up to rest on Angel's hips.
Angel pressed a kiss to the top of his head and murmured into his hair, "I'm proud of you for taking the punishment so well, and for being honest about what you're feeling."
Spike shivered in pleasure at Angel's words and melted against him, wanting more, needing the contact. Angel's other arm wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. The pain that was still radiating through Spike's backside became a distant second to the feeling of Angel holding him to him, and Spike's own arms wound around Angel's waist, hugging him tightly.
All too soon Angel pulled out of the hug and took a step back, saying gruffly, "We should get back before the others miss you."
Spike looked up at Angel and saw that he hadn't been the only one affected by the hug. They shared a smile, then Spike started to turn. He stopped short, gasping in pain and cursing himself for wearing such tight jeans.
Imploringly, Spike looked at Angel and asked, "Can I swear now? Please?"
Angel chuckled and nodded his head.
"Bloody fucking hell. Christ that soddin' hurts. Don't know how I'm supposed to go out there and dance like this."
Angel stepped in close and cupped Spike's face between his hands, tilting it up toward his as his mouth descended on him. Spike opened to him when Angel's tongue probed his lips and kissed him back.
After, Angel leaned back and looked down at him, saying, "You can and you will. For me."
A surge of arousal shot through Spike and he said huskily, "Yes, Angel."
Heat flashed in Angel's eyes and his hands on Spike's face tightened. "You have no idea how much it turns me on when you say that."
Spike licked his lips. "Maybe you should show me?"
Angel growled and shook his head. "No. Not yet. I want you so worked up and needing it so badly that you can't stand it by the time I fuck you."
Spike groaned. "Right. I'll get right on that."
Through sheer force of will, he turned and walked away from Angel, moving somewhat stiffly. He took a deep breath, hand on the doorknob, and looked back.
"Angel…."
"Yes?" Angel prompted when Spike trailed off.
"I don't have to dance with that prick then, yeah?"
Angel studied him for a moment, then shook his head. "This is supposed to be a turn on for both of us. If you honestly can't stand him that much, then no. And if it happens again with someone else, just glance up at me and shake your head. If your plug shuts off, you have my permission to tell the person no. But if it stays on, I expect you to do as you're told."
Spike smiled. "Got it. Ta."
And with that, he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
Half an hour later, Spike had all but forgotten the pain in his arse. Not due to it lessening any, because with the way the random bloke at his back was grinding on him, he doubted very much it was helping his backside heal from the welts and possible bruises he was sure were covering it. No, he had all but forgotten it because he was lost in the beat, lost in the feeling of his plug vibrating inside him while two guys boxed him in, their hands all over him, lost in the knowledge that Angel was nearby, watching it all and getting off on it if the high speed he was vibrating at was any indication.
A hand crept toward his groin and Spike immediately wrapped his hand around the wrist attached to it and shook his head at the guy grinding against his front. Undeterred by the rebuff, the man wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in for a kiss, which Spike deftly avoided at the last second. Instead, the guy's lips latched onto his neck and Spike shivered in his arms as he sought out and found Angel watching them, his eyes dark with passion.
The bloke behind Spike chose that moment to slip his hands up under his shirt and pinch his nipples, rolling them between his fingers and Spike shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head as wave after wave of pleasure washed through him, both at being groped by men whose names he didn't even know or care to know, and the knowledge that he had no choice in the matter. He'd given Angel his body and Angel wanted to watch as strangers played with him. The strapping he'd got not half an hour before had driven that point home. Spike had no responsibility in it whatsoever, except to do what Angel had told him and enjoy it and trust that Angel would take care of him.
It was a freeing feeling, knowing that, a freeing realization, and as soon as Spike thought it, he had to straighten suddenly and push the men off him or risk having an orgasm right there. Knowing the time had come, he looked up at the balcony and met Angel's eyes. Angel nodded and indicated Spike should come back up. Spike did so without a moment's thought for the blokes he was leaving behind. He took the steps two at a time again, marveling how unlike last time this was about to turn out to be.
Hurriedly, he headed for the back rooms, heart racing, dick throbbing, the vibrating plug in his arse driving him insane. Angel hadn't turned it off like he usually did when Spike broke contact with his dance partners; hadn't even turned it down.
He strode past the bouncer, into the same room he'd been in before with Angel and closed the door. Desperate to get off, he leaned his forehead against the wall next to the door, fists braced next to his head as he tried to think of every unsexy thing he could to stop from coming. It felt like an eternity before Angel joined him. The minute he was in the room, Spike attacked, pushing him against the wall, hands up under Angel's shirt in a matter of seconds, groin rubbing against Angel's thigh as he tried to find some relief.
He leaned in for a kiss but before his lips could find Angel's, he was grabbed by the back of his head and pulled off. Spike met Angel's stern expression with a needy one of his own as Angel said, "Remember your place, boy."
Spike moaned, eyes sliding shut as he was held by his hair at arm's length and lectured. Opening his eyes again, he looked pleadingly into Angel's. "Please, Angel. I can't…I'm going to come from that goddamn plug. Can feel my balls starting to draw up and I can't stop it because you told me not to touch myself. Please."
Angel studied him for a second then nodded his head and released him. "Strip."
Spike did so quickly, gasping in relief when the vibrating stopped.
Rid of his kit, Spike looked at Angel expectantly.
"Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back."
Spike did, and then Angel was behind him, one hand clamping down on the base of his dick, the other grabbing his balls and pulling down on them. Spike gasped and shuddered in Angel's arms.
They stayed like that for a full minute before Angel asked against his ear, "Better?"
Spike nodded, then remembered himself. "Yes, Angel. Thank you."
Angel nipped at his lobe in response, then released him and backed up. Spike watched as he walked toward the couch, sinking down on it fully clothed.
"Come here."
Spike didn't have to be told twice. He walked over and waited for the next order.
Angel reached up and ran a hand down his newly smooth chest and abdomen, then past his groin -- which still had his short and curlies intact -- to his newly smooth thighs. "You followed instructions. Good."
Spike nodded. That morning, Angel had texted him on his way out of town with a time and an address and an order to get his torso and legs waxed. Spike had asked why, but been told he'd find out soon enough.
Spike arched an eyebrow and said, "Still curious as fuck why."
Angel smiled mischievously up at him, sending a warm thrill of anticipation and nervousness up Spike's spine. "You'll find out tomorrow."
"Yes, Angel," Spike said, even though what he really wanted to do was force Angel to tell him. Patience was not his strong suit.
Angel dropped his hand and ordered, "On your knees and take me out."
Spike rushed to comply, his mouth literally watering as he got Angel's hard, leaking cock out. Looking up at Angel, he asked, "Can I?"
Angel nodded his head and Spike wasted no time sucking him down, circling the part of his shaft he couldn't fit in his mouth with one hand while the other reached down and massaged Angel's balls. He moaned around him, wanting Angel's cock in his arse, but not wanting to stop sucking it to get it there. Turned out he didn't have to make that choice anyway. Angel made it for him minutes later when he grabbed him under his arms and hauled him up onto his lap.
Spike started to sit back on his thighs, but hissed and knelt back up hurriedly instead as pain shot through him, remembering his sore arse too late.
Angel chuckled. "Forgot about the beating already?"
Spike smiled sheepishly. "Too turned on to think about it."
Angel smiled back and reached into his pocket, pulling out lube and a condom. Setting it on his stomach, he told Spike, "Get me ready to fuck you."
Spike sucked in a sharp breath at the thought of sliding a condom on Angel, of preparing his cock to fuck him. Reaching out, Spike grabbed the condom package and tore it open, positioning the bit of latex over Angel's erection and rolling it down, his own cock twitching in response. He squeezed lube out onto the tip and worked it down with his hand, jacking Angel briefly as he did so.
When he started to reach around behind him to pull out his plug -- the very fact that there was a well-lubricated plug there already making preparing himself unnecessary -- Angel stopped him with a hand on his arm. "I want to watch."
Spike's stomach fluttered with embarrassment over what Angel was asking him to do, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny the thought turned him on. Climbing off his lap, Spike turned around and spread his legs, bending slightly at the waist. With one hand, he grabbed one arse cheek and spread himself open, clenching his teeth against the pain from his sore flesh. With the other hand, he grabbed the base of the plug and began pulling it out.
"Slower," Angel said.
Spike bit his bottom lip and forced himself to slow down. Remembering how Angel had done it in the alley behind the cinema, he paused as the widest part stretched him open. Angel groaned and Spike felt a rush of power surge through him. Liking that he had this tiny bit of control over Angel's arousal, he took his time, ever so slowly pulling it out, until finally the tip slipped free.
Immediately, Angel grabbed his hips and growled, "Get down here, you little cocktease."
Spike set the plug aside and started to turn, but a sharply barked, "No," stopped him in his tracks. "Like this," Angel said, urging him down backwards.
Spike spread his legs wider and backed up until his calves hit the couch, then lifted one leg, bending it and bracing it on the couch just outside Angel's still clothed thigh. With Angel's hands holding him up and balanced, Spike did the same with the other, then slowly squatted down as Angel released one hip. Spike gasped when he felt the head of Angel's cock press against his arsehole, Angel guiding himself into him. Spike's eyes rolled back in his head as he sank down on him, making it halfway before he had to lift up slightly. He sank down again, taking the rest of him in and moaned, both in pain as his sore backside rested on Angel's hips and in arousal from the feeling of having Angel's cock inside him.
In a rough voice, Angel ordered, "Fuck yourself on me."
Spike groaned and lifted up, then sank down again, Angel's hands at his hips guiding his pace. Before long, he could feel the burn in his thighs but was too caught up in the feel of Angel's dick rubbing over his prostate with every downward slide, the pain in his arse which was perversely turning him on even more every time his backside touched Angel's hips, and the knowledge that he was completely naked, completely under Angel's control while Angel himself sat passively on the couch, fully clothed, watching him ride him like a bitch in heat.
"Did you like it?" Angel asked, "Having their hands all over you?"
Spike sucked in a sharp breath as he lifted up and sank back down. Hoping he was answering right, he said with a hint of question in his voice, "Yes?"
Angel's hands squeezed his hips and pulled down when Spike tried to lift back up again. Taking the hint, Spike stopped riding Angel's cock and waited.
"Yes you did, or yes you think that's what I want to hear? The truth, Spike."
Spike bit his lip, wishing he could see Angel's face to gauge his response. "Both."
"Both."
"Yes. I…. Fuck it turned me on. Especially after…the punishment because I knew I had no choice. The biggest turn on was knowing you were watching all of it and getting off on me getting turned on by their hands on me. But honestly? I would have said yes anyway, because that's what I thought you wanted to hear."
Angel was quiet for a moment, then leaned up, placing a kiss on Spike's bare shoulder. Next to his ear, he said, "Whenever I ask you a question, I expect the truth, not what you think I want to hear."
Spike nodded, but remained tense as he said, "Yes, Angel."
"What? Talk to me," Angel said, sounding slightly frustrated.
Spike took a deep breath. "Even if the truth will get me punished?"
Angel grabbed Spike's chin and twisted his face around so Spike could see him. "The only time the truth will get you punished is when I'm asking you a question about something you did and what you did broke a rule. And even then, yes, I expect the truth. If I don't get it and I find out you lied to me? The punishment will be twice as bad, understand?"
Spike held Angel's gaze and said, "Yes, Angel."
Angel studied him for a minute, apparently appeased by what he saw. Leaning forward, he brushed a kiss across Spike's lips then released his chin, returning his hand to his hip as he sat back again. "Fuck yourself on me again."
Spike faced forward and moaned as he lifted up and sank back down at the pace Angel's hands urged him to.
"I got so hard watching them put their hands all over you, watching you get turned on by it," Angel admitted, voice deep.
Spike shivered, and fought to keep his pace even. "Oh God."
Suddenly, Angel's hands left Spike's hips as he said, "Keep the same pace."
Spike lowered himself down on him and moaned. "Yes, Angel."
Hands slid up his back, lightly rubbing over it, then scraped down, nails digging into Spike's flesh, causing Spike to gasp and arch, instinctively trying to get away from the pain. He got a sharp smack right on one of the more painful lash welts for his efforts.
"Don't pull away from my touch."
"Yes, Angel," Spike said breathlessly.
Again the hands slid lightly up his back, but this time Spike braced himself for the pain, proud of himself for keeping his back straight as Angel's nails again dug in and scraped their way down his back, stopping just above the swell of his bum.
"No matter who touches you, or how hot it gets you, whose are you?" Angel asked, the question coming out as more of a demand.
Without hesitation, Spike said, "Yours, Angel. I'm yours."
"Good boy," Angel praised him.
Spike began to pant, the need to come increasing by the second. "Please, Angel."
"Please what?" Angel asked, scraping his nails down Spike's back again.
"Please, need to come," Spike responded desperately.
"Not yet," Angel said. "You still have questions to answer."
Spike whimpered.
"Tell me," Angel said, "Did you want any of them to touch your cock?"
Between gasps for air, Spike shook his head vigorously. "No. Only want you to, Angel."
"Did you want any of them on their knees, sucking you off?"
That time, Spike hesitated, then admitted, "Yes."
Angel chuckled. "I'll bet you did. Wanted to have any of them fuck you?"
Again Spike shook his head and said without hesitation, "No. Only you."
That earned him another long, hard scratch. Spike arched into it that time, moaning as pain and pleasure merged, taking him closer and closer to the edge.
"Wanted them to bend over for you while I watched?"
Spike gasped and bucked, nearly dislodging Angel's cock inside him. "Oh fuck. Yes. Bloody hell."
Angel growled and grabbed his hips, silently directing him to speed up. "That gets you hot? The thought of topping some random guy while I watch?"
"Yes," Spike said on a hiss of pleasure as he fucked himself on Angel's cock faster and faster.
Angel panted behind him, thrusting up into him as Spike slid down. "Yeah, that's it. Fuck you look so good riding me like this, ass and back all red and welted."
Spike groaned and fought to keep from coming, even though every muscle in his body was screaming for him let go.
Angel's hands reached around and found his nipples, pinching and twisting them as he leaned forward and kissed his back where he'd scratched him.
Spike gasped and clenched around Angel as frissons of pleasure-pain shot through him at what Angel was doing to his nipples. "Fucking hell."
Behind him, Angel asked, "Like that?"
Spike moaned. "God yes."
Angel licked a line up his spine, then said, "Mmm. Got a masochist on my hands. Glad to hear it. I've got a set of nipple clamps and a flogger back at the apartment with your name on them."
Spike shuddered. "Christ. Keep talking like that, I'm not going to last much longer."
Angel groaned. "Lucky for you, neither am I. Faster."
Spike was more than happy to oblige, clenching his jaw against the pain in his arse and the burn in his thighs. "Bugger. Need to work on my leg muscles."
Angel's hands dropped from Spike's nipples to his thighs, kneading them as Spike continued to fuck himself on his cock. "Burning?"
Spike nodded.
"Tell me if you start to cramp."
"Yes, Angel," Spike said between gasps for air as he rode Angel faster yet, until finally he couldn't take it anymore. He felt his balls start to draw up and began begging between gasps for air once more, "Angel, please. Need to come. Ca-can't hold off anymore."
"Do it," Angel ordered. "Show me how much you love my cock up your ass. What a little slut you are for it."
Spike groaned and slammed himself down on Angel repeatedly until finally he froze, his orgasm crashing through him, rocking his body with its intensity. Spike cried out in pleasure and Angel quickly grabbed his hand, forcing it around the tip of his dick, roughly ordering him to catch his release.
Spike had no more finished than an arm circled his waist and he was turned toward the couch and ordered to brace himself on all fours, but not to lose the come. He got into position, holding his one hand closed tightly and turned up, and then Angel thrust into him over and over, making Spike cry out again as oversensitive nerves protested, until finally Angel froze behind him, fingers digging into Spike's hips as he came inside him.
After, Spike collapsed on the couch, grunting as Angel laid down on top of him. Lips at his neck had Spike tilting his head to the side in supplication.
"Christ. You're such a good little bitch," Angel said against his neck. "So fucking responsive; so good at taking orders."
Spike shivered at the words.
After a moment, Angel lightly smacked his backside and sat up. "Turn around and straddle my lap again, facing me this time."
Spike did so, sitting back on Angel's still clothed thighs. Fingers circled the wrist of the hand Spike was still holding his spendings in and Angel pushed it toward his face. "Lick it all up.
Staring into Angel's eyes, Spike slowly opened his hand, tongue out, and caught all the sticky come trapped inside. He swallowed it down, then licked his palm, moaning at the heated expression on Angel's face as he did so.
Finally, once all traces of come were gone from his palm and fingers, Spike lowered his arm to his side. Angel brought his hands up then, running them over Spike's bare thighs, past his hips, over his abdomen and up to his nipples. He pinched them and Spike shuddered, arching toward the touch as his eyes slid closed. It was too soon for him to harden at the touch, obviously, but his body was still caught in a post-orgasmic state and it felt bloody good anyway.
"You like being naked while I sit here with all my clothes on?"
Spike looked down at Angel's flaccid cock hanging out of barely on his hips trousers and said, "Not fully clothed, are you?"
Angel smirked, but reached back and smacked Spike's sore arse anyway. Spike had to bite his lip to keep from swearing. "Answer the question."
Spike felt his face heat, something that was becoming entirely too common when he was around Angel, and said, "Yes. Although, have to admit, enjoy the sight of you naked, too, luv."
The endearment rolled off his tongue without him even being aware of it. That is, until Angel's entire body stilled.
Spike stilled also, worried he'd overstepped. "Didn't mean any disrespect. Just--"
Angel raised a hand to Spike's lips, silencing him. "I liked it."
Spike felt warmth curl through him and he smiled under Angel's fingers. Angel pulled his hand away and Spike asked, "Yeah?"
Angel smiled back. "Yeah. But save it for after sex or outside the bedroom, so to speak. When we're in a scene, I expect to be called Angel. Understand?"
"Yes, Angel," Spike replied.
"Now get dressed. The others will be wondering where you are."
Spike nodded and climbed off his lap, bending to pick up his kit. As he pulled on his jeans, Angel said, "Oh. And Spike?"
Spike lifted his head and looked at Angel. "Yeah?"
"You'll be staying the night tomorrow night. I've got plans for you."
As Angel stood and tucked himself away, Spike felt a fresh surge of arousal slam through him. Soddin' hell. Tomorrow night couldn't get there soon enough.
Continued here.