Puppy Love

Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. Anal play, plugs, humiliation, non-con (Set between seasons 2-3)
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Puppy gets a few words of comfort!
Beta: Tamakin

A.N. This is in response to the prompt table given to me by hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!


Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her, pretty please? She's been rather quiet lately.

I'm not going to mention what category, since they're trying to keep things as annony as possible, but YAYS! Puppy Love gots nommed at the Big Bad Awards!!!

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Xander groaned loudly when the second finger breached him, slowly stretching him out with plenty of slick. It hurt and no matter how much he fought it, no matter how much he tried to clench his muscles and keep the invader out, to struggle in his bindings on that horrid contraption, Spike didn’t stop.

He’d fought at first, who wouldn’t? Back in the beasts den, cool words of seduction whispered in his ear, and a bondage device out of some kind of DeSade novel right smack in the middle. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was about to happen. So Xander made up his mind and fought.

Spike must have noticed, something about the way he held himself or a look in his eyes, he knew Xander was about to fight. Without warning Spike knocked Xander’s feet from under him and pushed him down on the device. Xander was kicking out and screaming at him, struggling in vain while cool hands pressed him down. The quickly buckled gag muffled his cries and the locks attached at his collar, wrist and ankle cuffs took care of the rest.

He felt the thick padding cushioning the hard wood across his chest, it was leather and stuck to his sweat dampened skin. Another bar across his hips held his ass up and out, forcing him into a kneel with his arms locked to the wooden beam between them. His ankles had also been spread and locked to another wooden bar coming from the base of the one holding his hips up. The most he could do was take the weight on his chest and hips to twitch his knees closer together, and that didn’t do a damned thing to stop the probing fingers.

Words of lewd praise filled his ears, telling him to relax, to enjoy it like a good little bitch, that he smelled sweet, that Spike just wanted to eat him up. His normally traitorous prick was for once flaccid and limp, the pain and humiliation driving every thought of pleasure from his mind. He was crying, great big sobbing heaves wracking his body while a river of tears escaped his clenched shut eyes, and couldn’t seem to stop.

Stop, stop stop stop stop, please stop. I don’t want this, I don’t, I never did. No means NO you bleached reject from an eighties music video! Please, just stop, please please stop. Why won’t you STOP? Please, oh please stop.

He shook his head wildly when a third finger joined in, begging behind his gag for Spike to stop, to just stop. He said this would happen tomorrow! He said he’d be finishing the damned claim then. Why is he doing it now? Please stop, please, just stop. Oh gods, please stop, it hurts, it hurts and hurts. Telling me to relax isn’t going to make me relax, you stupid leach! I have someone’s fingers where they don’t belong, and he won’t just TAKE THEM OUT. Please, please, just stop, please just stop…

“Know it hurts, it’s gonna hurt, first time an’ all. Won’t have time, tomorrow, to get you ready so you don’t tear an’ bleed all over the place. I could take you without it, you know, force myself inside, rip you up so bad you’d need a healer to tend you, but I’m still giving you that choice,” Spike ran his free hand down Xander’s trembling spine, drawing air through his teeth in a sharp hiss when Xander clenched down even harder on his fingers in response.

“Gonna feel so good to be in you, you’ve been all puckered up an’ waiting since the Poofter first offered you to me, haven’t you? Bet you’ve lain awake at night, day dreamin’ about what’d ‘ave happened if the charade had gone on longer. Part of you excited, part of you terrified, part of you curious, an’ just the tiniest sliver of self disgust.” His voice was a low rumble, impossible to ignore, “Bet you haven’t admitted to yourself that you like blokes yet, have you pet? But you know part of you likes ‘em. Know part of you wants it, no matter how many times you jerk off lookin’ at a girlie mag, ‘cause we both know you’re not thinkin’ of her, you’re thinkin’ of the guy shaggin’ her. You’re wishin’ he was bonin’ you, bent over the back of a couch, or forcin’ you on your knees…”

What??? What???? I never! I never! I never ever ever thought about guys that way! No! You’re wrong so wrong! I’m a ladies man! Well, no, not yet, but I will be! Not a man’s man! I’ve never wanted this you little Billy Idol wanna be!

Spike leaned down and licked around his fingers, tasting the minty tang of the lube, “Is it burnin’ yet?” He chuckled softly at the rapid nodding, “Woulda been the normal lube if you hadn’t fought me.” He sighed softly, “I’ll only punish if you earn it pup. Long as you behave, you’ll be treated like any good pet. If you don’t… you will get punished.”

He shivered in pain that wasn’t really pain. The mentholated lube sneaking into every single miniscule tear made him clench his hands into trembling fists. It hurt, it burned, it made him want to promise to never ever again try to stop the vampire from… from…

Xander suddenly started trying to buck madly, shaking his head while Spike continued to push something hard and alien into his slick passage. That can’t be his cock, that can’t, he can’t be doing this now, oh gods, no not now. He’s going to fuck me while I’m trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, and he’s gonna get his jollies, and I’m gonna have no choice. He screamed behind the gag when the widest point finally breached him, and felt it stay there inside.

So… not his cock, just… just a plug? He’s plugged me? Like, I’ve got a plug up my ass? Suddenly what Spike was saying started to make sense, So… this is to make it easier on me? This… this… whoa, hello, what was that?

Spike wiggled the plug again, watching with amusement as Xander stilled in confusion and shock. “Feel full?” Xander threw a are you ACTUALLY asking me that? look at Spike over his shoulder.

Spike chuckled, ignoring the venomous glare aimed his way, “Not nearly as full as you’ll feel with me there.” He smirked when Xander started shaking his head no. “You got no choice pup, you know that. This’ll keep you nice and stretched, so tomorrow won’t tear you up too badly.” Xander kept shaking his head, crying all over again. Please, why are you doing this? Please, just let me go. Why are you doing this? Why? Why? Why? Why...?

Spike sighed, “Before, thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ your jollies with a bloke, couldn’t do it, could you?” He asked softly, running a soothing finger down his back, “You couldn’t make that decision ‘cause you were afraid what your friends an’ family would say, you couldn’t think of how you were gonna survive in that school with the whole world knowin’ your dirty secret.” The fingers were gentle, almost soothing, as the stroked his hair from his face, cupping his distended cheek.

“Now, there are no school mates to give you a ribbing, no friends or family to reject you.” His voice was soft, almost earnest. It teased at the edges of Xander’s mind, fighting to ease away tension and fear.

“Slavery is freedom, boy,” he whispered with cool breath into Xander’s ear. “Freedom from makin’ decisions, from thinkin’ for yourself, from everything; the only thing you have to do now is obey.” Pale fingers twined in sable locks. “No one you knew will ever find out, pet. No one you will meet from now on will care. ’m just givin’ you something to ponder while you wait till tomorrow,” he murmured gently, wondering why he was trying to placate the pup all of a sudden.

With meticulous care he wiped the tears and snot from Xander’s face. He slid his cool fingers underneath Xander’s chin and lifted his face till they looked eye to eye, “Gonna leave you gagged for the night, if you keep crying’, breathing ain’t gonna be fun. Settle down or you’ll start chokin’.” He spoke gruffly, trying to temper the concerned words with a harsh tone.

He got up, and roughly pushed Xander on the whole wooden and metal contraption back into the doggy crate, muscles in his jaw jumping with pent up anger. Anger at what, he couldn’t say, but it was there. With a silent flourish he threw a blanket over the cage, giving the human a dark and quiet space to think about what his decision was going to be. He then crawled into the large and empty bed, pulled the covers up and over him and for all appearances went to sleep.

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He fought against his tears, gulping them back hurriedly. If Spike was going to leave him like this all night, he probably wouldn’t notice or care that Xander was choking on his own snot, and he didn’t look forward to that. His breathing settled back into shuddering heaves, then soft sobs and finally whimpers as he concentrated on it instead of the sharp burning of his ass hole.

The cage was dark, the blanket over top was thick and a dark red. The faint light of the room barely pierced the fabric, odd lumps of shadows showing where the filling was bunched up, but there wasn’t enough light to bother him or keep him awake. That was alright, he had his imagination to do that instead.

Tomorrow… it’s almost tomorrow. He said it would happen right after we woke up, that he didn’t want to wait. How’m I supposed to sleep, knowing soon as I wake up I’m gonna get raped? He clenched his ass against the thick plug, trying to push it out, and gasped softly, that odd sensation trembling through him once more.

Wh-what… He grunting in surprise, his cock started inflating of it’s own volition. Not that I have any control over the damned thing normally. DOWN, Down boy! C’mon, get down, why are you up, you shouldn’t be up, there’s the vampire, just over there, gonna RAPE US tomorrow, and you’ve got a happy?? WHY do you…” which was when he clenched his muscles in anger, and again that sizzle danced along his spine.

Wha… what was that? Was that my prostate? Is that what that was? Xander clenched and flexed his muscles, feeling the stiff rubber rub and stroke minutely against something that… just… felt… good… G-ho g-had, whoa… why didn’t Spike do that before? Xander scowled, biting hard into the gag, No, why would he? Much more fun to just make it HURT instead, isn’t it? Xander paused to rethink that statement.

He didn’t though, did he? He just… didn’t do anything to make me enjoy it… but he didn’t make it as hard as he could have… and he could have just not done anything at all. Xander stewed, scowling as he tried to decipher the pattern of care and abuse so he’d know which way the fangs leaned and so stay away from it. He sighed and sucked on the hard rubber ball between his teeth as he thought, then shook his head.

He’s just trying to get my defences down, that’s all. He wants me to think he’s a nice guy. Because hello, LUBING me in preparation for my RAPE does not mean he’s a nice guy! Xander swore at himself, suddenly struggling in his bindings all over again. Tears built up in the corners of his eyes as he thought about what Spike had made him feel before.

Of course he doesn’t like me, or care about me! It was all a lie, just a lie. He blinked back furiously as his tears threatened to overwhelm him again. Trying to hold them back with sheer willpower. He flexed in his chains and locks again, gasping and sucking in air around the ball gag when the plug caused that same thing inside him to sizzle, shooting desire and need into his pulsing, heavy cock.

He shook his head madly, thinking about the plug, and the tender care Spike had taken to stretch him. It just means he doesn’t want to bother taking me to the hospital. That’s it. I’m just food and a fuck for him, and once he’s gotten what he wants, he’s going to kill me.

Xander froze, I won’t be able to stop him. He felt like a shard of ice had replaced his spine when the reality of his situation finally dawned on him. As much as I would fight and kick and resist, I’m just human, and he’s a vampire. He’s faster, stronger, deadlier... He could kill me before I’ve realized he’s moved, I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Finally, he hung his head in defeat, a single thought echoing in his mind, I’m going to die here…