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The Spike Show	By : Figlio Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 2324 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Spike Show
- 1
Spike's Show
Characters: Xander, Spike, the potentials.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike alone, with an audience.
Brief Summary: Spike masturbates.
It was late morning in the Summer's household and Xander was looking with unusual purpose at the small window at the top of the basement. He could just make out the ankles of the potentials exercising in the yard outside. He kept focusing on their ankles rather than the grunting and rattling of chains behind him.
"That's it mate, all done" said Spike.
Xander turned round. Spike was sitting on the edge of his bed wearing nothing but a dirty pair of Xander's tighty whitey briefs. Xander moved over to Spike and removed the chains from each leg back to the appropriate arm. This had been the only way to get the clothes from Spike and keep him safely restrained. Spike had taken of his jeans and put on Xander's briefs while still chained by the wrists and then Xander had moved the chains to Spike's ankles so he could take off his t-shirt.
When he had finished locking the chains Xander picked up the vampire's discarded clothes, trying not to smell too much. There was a pair of black socks, a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Have you have kept your own undergarments on under my briefs" asked Xander, hopefully.
"Nah, real vampires go commando" said Spike.
"Command what…oh I see, no panties. In that case I'll make sure to give the crutch of your jeans an extra special scrub"
With that Xander turned to the stairs and left the basement.
"Humiliating, that's what it is" said Spike to himself.
"I'm all 'I'm a tough guy, look how dirty I am" Spike said in a deep voice.
"Then she's all ' well I can't dirty my slayer hands with your dirty clothes, Xander can do it" Spike said in a mock high pitched woman's voice.
"Thought I was going to get lucky there for a second"
Spike slumped back on the bed and let his mind drift back to his fantasy of slayer laundry girl stripping him off and scrubbing away.
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"And rest" screamed Kennedy in her best Sergeant's voice.
The potentials al collapsed in heaps on the ground, exhausted and imagining what they could do the Kennedy with a pitchfork. Amanda lay on her back looking at the shy and with her head pointing at the house. She was breathing heavily, she thought to herself that if she were to become the next slayer the first monster she would slay would have a name beginning with K. Her neck was aching and she began to rotate her head, trying to loosen the muscles.
Xander came marching out of the house and headed out towards the road while rummaging in his pockets.
"What a time to run out of washing powder" he shouted to the world and then disappeared.
Amanda turned her head to look at Kennedy who was sitting by the fence with Willow, flirting over an apple. Rolling over on to her belly Amanda looked back at the house. Motion in the corner of her eye drew her attention to the basemen window. It was level with the ground and offered a view of the whole basement. Sometimes Amanda would come out into the yard to sneak a snack, sometime she would sit by the window and look at Spike as he paced about, pulling at his chains.
Using here elbow to drag herself along she crawled over to the window to see what Spike was up to today. At first all she could see was his blonde head bobbing about as he paced about. As she got nearer Amanda could see more of Spike, first his neck, then his shoulders. Oh she thought, he's not wearing a shirt. Amanda quickened her pace as she moved closer to the window. Amanda could now see Spike's abs and was beginning to smile appreciatively. Eventually Amanda found herself pressing her nose against the glass watching Spike's every move. She had been surprised to note that not only was he shirtless but he was walking around wearing only a tight pair of white briefs. When his back was turned to her she could the contours of his butt. Amanda wanted to reach out a squeeze it. The when he turned she fixed her gaze on the lump in the front of the briefs. Amanda noted to herself that he seemed to have sizeable assets.
"Oh my god" she whispered.
Amanda noticed that the bulge in Spike's pant was beginning to grow.
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Spike had tried lying down and he had tried pacing about but the image of Buffy stripping him off and scrubbing his clothes would not leave his mind. He was trying hard not to get excited. If he got to excited he would have to take things in hand and with the chains that was a noisy business. But try as he might he could feel the blood rushing to his crotch and the beginnings of his member swelling up, pressing against the soft fabric of Xander's white briefs.
That was enough for Spike. The thought of getting a boner in Xander's pants appalled him. He had to get them off.
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Amanda was watching Spike get increasing agitated, as the bulge in his briefs kept getting bigger. Amanda was not however prepared for what happened next. Spike ripped of the briefs. He was now standing there in his chains, breathing heavily and completely naked with an erection pointing at the ceiling.
Amanda did not know where to look but see could not take her eyes of the sight before her.
"What are you doing" asked a whiney voice.
Amanda turned and saw Andrew standing over her with his hands resting on his hips. She pressed her finger to her lips to indicate that he should keep quiet and then tried to wave him away but he was suddenly kneeling down beside her trying to see what she was looking at. Andrew began to let out a sigh of surprise but Amanda put her hand over his mouth and whispered into his ear to keep silent. Andrew lay down beside Amanda and together they began to take in the show.
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Spike stood stationery with his arms by his side and stared at the ceiling. He did not need this right now, Xander could be back at any minute and that would be very embarrassing. He kept trying to think calming thoughts of running streams and fluffy ducklings but he mind kept wandering back to images of Buffy and the throbbing became more insistent.
Spike began to weigh up his options, he could either keep hoping thing would settle down or he could take the matter in hand and get it over with as soon as possible. He stretched the fingers of his right hand a few times, half to make them less stiff and half to prepare himself. He had always told himself that wanking was for, well wankers. He had prided himself that he was the type of virile guy who never needed to resort to that sort of thing. But times had changed; he was not what he once had been.
He moved his hand and firmly clasped his erect cock in his hand and slowly began to stroke, the chains rattling as he moved his hand up and down.
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Andrew and Amanda exchanged glances before turning back to give their full attention to events in the cellar. Amanda was fascinated but was becoming ever more uncomfortable.
Andrew was glad that he was laying on his front.
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Spike kept his eyes closed as he imagined Buffy standing beside him and touching him. He was beginning to jerk more forcefully and was thrusting his pelvis in to his own grip as the familiar sensations began to move across his body from his groin. The noise of the chains was becoming louder but Spike was caring less as his orgasm became more imminent and his scrotum began to contract.
He felt the thick fluid swelling behind the sensitive tip of his cock, he tried to hold back but the sensation was so powerful. He opened his eyes with a giant sigh as his cum began to shoot out of his dick. Large white streaks of semen few across the cellar and up into the air, some of it landing on his chest and face. The convulsions of his body slowly began to subside and he was left standing exhausted and with a thick cum covering his hand. He raised his hand to his mouth and began to lick the salty fluid of his finger, moaning and he swallowed it down.
Spike let his tongue lap out and pick up the traces of cum that had landed near his mouth, his eyes rolling with pleasure. He stopped still when he suddenly noticed two pairs of eye fixed on him through the window.
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Amanda lay there slack jawed as she looked directly into Spike's blue eyes while Andrew began to feel and involuntary pooling of his own fluids in his underwear.
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Spike looked at Amanda and Andrew's faces and then looked down at his own naked and cum coated body.
"Shit, I am a fucking wanker after all"
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