Title: Puppy Love 2/50 - Collar
Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R-ish
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. Nothing much.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Puppy gets a collar...
Word Count: 848 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: tamakin
X-posted to: perverted_pages, bloodclaim, btvs_lightsout btvs_slash, btvsatsdotcom, darker_spike, spike_fics, sxandviolence, spanderslash, darker_vault, sickchicks, spike_xander, xander_slash, i_need_a_parrot, all_fics_btvs, nekid_spike
Archived Outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and The Spander Files

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


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Spike upended the heavy canvas postal sack, dumping his burden on the floor. He heard a muffled grunt of pain and smiled. His brand new toy was still wearing everything from the auction, all the way down to the leather straps holding him in a closed thigh kneel. He looked so delicious there on his side, muscles clenching beneath their sheath of damp silky skin. His baby fat still hovered here and there, giving him soft lines, not yet hard and defined, but he was getting there. After a couple of months under Spike’s firm hand and he’d be breathtaking… not that Spike had any breath to take. He ran his hand down the tender curve of the boy’s hips, delighting in the shuddering reaction. He was going to be so much fun to break.

He walked back to his coat, sliding his hand down the leather and into a large pocket, retrieving a slim box. He tore it open easily on the way back to his pet, fingers petting the leather. He squatted beside the boy and pulled him easily to his knees. With agile fingers he buckled and locked the brand new collar around his neck, shiny plate proclaiming to all who he belonged to. It wasn’t unique or particularly fetching, but it would do for now. If he earned himself a new collar then he’d get an upgrade.

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Xander was so disoriented and stunned that he didn’t realize what was happening until he felt the lock clicking shut. Of course that didn’t stop him from struggling. Well, wiggling his head a bit, and kinda bouncing, twitching, on the carpeted floor. Not that it really did anything other than entice a cool hand to caress his flank again. He shuddered silently and was still, sucking around the ball-gag, trying to keep from drooling inside his hood any more than he already had.

His face was slick with spit and perspiration, the stink of leather invaded his senses, blinding him to everything else. He had no idea where he was, who he was with or what was about to happen to him. For all he knew he was bound for an abattoir like the demons had threatened, and this might be his only chance to escape. A collar was a small indignity to pay to be able to escape.

The cool hand grew bolder, teasing his tensed and clenching buttocks, moving up his side to tease a nipple and was swiftly joined by its twin. Xander tried not to flinch, not to jump, but before long he was squirming. The cool fingers had long since warmed against his skin and oddly they were no longer freaking him out. They’d long since left behind the places that made him tense and struggle, and were concentrating on what made him arch, whimper and moan. He felt himself flush as the intimate caresses aroused him beyond deniability, felt it spread past his hood and down his chest, painting his shame and arousal with heated blood just under his skin.

He couldn’t get in enough air through the holes in his hood, his nostrils seemed to slam closed with each gasping intake of breath, the leather molding to his face before ballooning out. He wanted to beg them to stop, to keep going, to just move down and a little to the left, nonono, the other left, yes, there, down a little, down, please please please go down just a li- AH! Yes, oh yes, right there, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop…. At this point, he couldn’t think beyond the next moment, the next caress. Part of him wondered if it had anything to do with the second shot he’d gotten before his trip in the sack, most of him really didn’t care.

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Spike smiled to himself and bent the boy’s head forward, resting the crown on his chest. With nimble fingers he undid the lacings of the hood but kept the buckle holding the gag in place locked. He peeled it forward and off his upper face, gazing at the sweat drenched locks of sable hair… and that’s when he finally placed the scent. It had been nagging at him since the auction house… but not anymore.

A sultry smirk teased his lips as he pulled the top of the hood forward, baring those soft brown eyes. They blinked blearily at him, trying desperately to focus through the glare of the lighting in the room when he’d had nothing but utter darkness for so long. Recognition slowly dawned on his face, and he let out a startled muffled yelp, struggling to get away in vain. Spike just reached forward and hooked his finger through the loop at the front of the collar and pulled him close, forcing the puppy to look up into his brilliantly blue eyes.

“Hello pet…” He couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled from his lips, dark glee at having the bitch’s boy in his possession, of having a human, clean of touch, at his command. “We’re gonna have one hell of a time.”




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