Title: Puppy Love 5/50 - Shaving
Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R-ish
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. Nothing much. Xander is underage! (he's 16, almost seventeen) (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 his first grooming!
Word Count: 1536 (As per MS Word Count)
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Archived Outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and The Spander Files
A.N. This is in response to the prompt table given to me byhawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
This fic won an award!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her, pretty please? She's been rather quiet lately.
Spike lead him back to the house on a leash. He’d fought at first, but Spike just dragged him on with his unfair vampire strength, uncaring that Xander was choking himself. With all his struggling he failed to watch his footing, and fell hard on the lawn with a yelp. The lush grass kept him from bruising his knees, but Spike didn’t let up his hold. He waited impatiently, snarling a soft warning when Xander didn’t scramble to his feet fast enough. Once the boy was standing once more, Spike snapped the lead tight and pulled the now unresisting Xander inside the house. Obviously can be taught, can’t he? He’ll be curled up at my feet soon enough, just have to work him along.
He shot a sideways glance down Xander’s naked body, drinking in the sight and making up his mind about certain things, ideas blooming in his mind’s eye. He had a couple of tweaks in mind to help bring out every asset the boy had, and he enjoyed the mental imagery of what clothing he could dress him in, a living human doll. His Dark Princess used to like to be his doll, but she’d been gone so often lately, he thought with a silent sigh, he no longer had anyone to play with.
That was probably why she’d sent him out, he decided, a temporary distraction until whatever it was that plagued her dreams left her in peace enough to come back to him. He’d been woken so many times in the night to her soft moans and whimpers, her face vamping out and smoothing to human repeatedly, her fear swamping his senses. He’d hold her, soothing and rocking and petting, murmuring words of comfort and safety into her hair. After a while, her scent would change, fear blossoming to arousal wafting in slow sweet tendrils. She’d whimper and moan, pressing herself against him until it drove him wild. He never refused her attentions, ever attendant to her needs, his perfect dark plum…
She told him they were portents, something about reindeer and chocolate and something about a demon touched warrior, coming to sever his ties with a priceless treasure. Spike didn’t understand what she was babbling about, but he rarely did until it was relevant, he was sure these glimpses would aid him when the time came. Meanwhile, she would feel restless, unable to sleep until she fully understood the dreams, it had happened before and would happen again, but she always came back to him after the fishes had stopped screaming or whatever it was this time.
In the mean time, it was time to start working on his new pet…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Xander was suspended upside down and spread eagled in the middle of a spacious shower. Chains lead from his cuffs to two strategically placed hooks in the ceiling and a matched pair on the floor, part of the set that adorned the room from floor to ceiling. He tried to wiggle his ankles in their cuffs, but that just made his finger tips slip on the slick tile and pain shot up through his legs to his widely held hips. He couldn’t hold back the soft whimpers and gasps of pain every time he jerked himself in the chains. Stupid vampire with his stupid chains in his stupidly huge shower and his stupi-wait what?
Warmth. Something almost painfully warm was being spread and pressed around the skin between his balls and his hole, and wow that was warm and, “Wait, what the-” A warning growl from behind him shut him up quickly.
“We’ve had this talk pet, Sir or Master, could even call me your Lord if you wanted, but always with respect, yeah?” He spoke with a distracted tone, picking up a piece of muslin cloth and pressing it to the heated sugaring solution on the human’s skin. When he ripped it off Xander let out a quick and startled yelp, which he ignored, he was too intent on looking over the skin for any further hair.
“What the hel- I mean, OW! Sir! OW! What’re you… what’s- OW!!!!” Spike had continued further down his crack, painfully ripping out body hair from the roots in a calm and methodical manner.
“I’m waxin’ you, you don’t need it an’ I don’t like it on you,” Spike replied calmly, working over his arse cheeks after making sure he got all the coarse hairs around his anus.
Xander started struggling in earnest, “N..No thanks, I like my hair where it is, you can just stop now, OW! What’re you gonna do? Make me bal-OW! OW! What part of OW is hard for you to-OW!!!!”
Spike growled softly and slapped the tender skin of Xander’s inner thigh, raising a dark red handprint from the pale flesh and making the boy scream. “Respect, whelp, you’re gonna have to learn it. Now you have a choice,” Spike stepped back to look at the tear filled brown eyes, “Can either be gagged and possibly choke on your own spit, or you can shut the bloody hell up! I like the moans an’ whimpers, ‘s why you weren’t gagged from the start, but your prattlin’ on is makin’ me regret that decision!” He raised a single scarred eyebrow and looked down at him, Xander flushed and bit his lips together. “Good boy…”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Almost two hours later Xander was strung up face up and horizontally while Spike rubbed a soothing liniment into the reddened skin. It tingled faintly, but quickly numbed the flaming heat. Spike had removed every scrap of his body hair, even trimmed and sculpted his eyebrows, removed his facial hair, arms, legs, back, everywhere. His cool fingers worked the liniment into his skin, massaging abused and tensed muscles.
Xander tried to fight against the gentle touch, the soothing and cooling caresses that weren’t making little Xan perky, nope, not at all. He wasn’t hard and drooling, and even if he was it was just because he was being touched… and stroked… and massaged… and and… wow that feels nice now that the hair ripping pain is over.
“There we are, my little pup. All nice an’ smooth, every bit of hair whipped off. No worries, they won’t be growin’ back,” Spike wasn’t even sure Xander was listening; he seemed rather pre-occupied and distracted at the moment. His newly bought slave was unconsciously leaning into every touch and caress, soft whimpers spilling from his lips now and again. So responsive once we get past his barriers, all malleable and sweet…
“Been a good boy, such a good boy. All of this is new and strange and scary, an’ you’re doing so well. You’ll get a treat if you keep this up. You want a treat, don’t you? Something you’ll treasure an’ love… just keep being a good boy like this. You’ll get it…”
Xander drifted in a half awake haze, pain a long distant memory, cool soothing fingers and ointment taking the sting away, leaving him limp and relaxed. He felt like he was floating in a spice scented haze, pain a distant memory. Every time he breathed in the scent of the liniment he felt himself relax further, the stresses of his ordeal melting away. He knew it was wrong, feeling so safe at the hands of a mass murderer, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to care.
A soft murmuring breached his conscious mind and when he finally registered what Spike was saying he suddenly started to cry. He couldn’t help it. Praise… he was being given praise. As sick and twisted as it was, he couldn’t help but respond. He’d wanted praise ever since he’d seen Willow get it from the teacher, it had made her smile and her face light up and she had looked so happy, he wanted that too. He’d tried and tried and tried but never seemed to succeed. He failed in school, his mother had abandoned him for months on end, leaving him with his father who never ever found anything of value in him. Your mother should have swallowed that load you punk assed brat, I’ll show you what it is to be sorry! no, dad, please, don’t please don’t, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, please dad, no! How he’d fought for it, begged for it, worked and pleaded and nearly killed himself for it, time and time again, and the only one who had ever given it to him was a murderous vampire who wanted him as a puppy.
Vampires bad, right. Vampires evil, right… but what about the ones that treat me better than my family, even with all the humiliation and pain and nakedness. What about the one’s that know I’m there and actually care what I’m doing, what I’m wearing, what I’m… that I’m still here. He wants me here, doesn’t want me to leave… I’ve never had anyone actually want me around, not like this, not… really.
He hung in the air, suspended in his chains, and started to wonder if it really was that much worse than being at home. At least here… someone noticed him. At least here… someone wanted him.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 4B - Ownership
Next Chapter: Chapter 6 - Bath Tub
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.
Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R-ish
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. Nothing much. Xander is underage! (he's 16, almost seventeen) (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 his first grooming!
Word Count: 1536 (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_spikeArchived 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!This fic won an award!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her, pretty please? She's been rather quiet lately.
Spike lead him back to the house on a leash. He’d fought at first, but Spike just dragged him on with his unfair vampire strength, uncaring that Xander was choking himself. With all his struggling he failed to watch his footing, and fell hard on the lawn with a yelp. The lush grass kept him from bruising his knees, but Spike didn’t let up his hold. He waited impatiently, snarling a soft warning when Xander didn’t scramble to his feet fast enough. Once the boy was standing once more, Spike snapped the lead tight and pulled the now unresisting Xander inside the house. Obviously can be taught, can’t he? He’ll be curled up at my feet soon enough, just have to work him along.
He shot a sideways glance down Xander’s naked body, drinking in the sight and making up his mind about certain things, ideas blooming in his mind’s eye. He had a couple of tweaks in mind to help bring out every asset the boy had, and he enjoyed the mental imagery of what clothing he could dress him in, a living human doll. His Dark Princess used to like to be his doll, but she’d been gone so often lately, he thought with a silent sigh, he no longer had anyone to play with.
That was probably why she’d sent him out, he decided, a temporary distraction until whatever it was that plagued her dreams left her in peace enough to come back to him. He’d been woken so many times in the night to her soft moans and whimpers, her face vamping out and smoothing to human repeatedly, her fear swamping his senses. He’d hold her, soothing and rocking and petting, murmuring words of comfort and safety into her hair. After a while, her scent would change, fear blossoming to arousal wafting in slow sweet tendrils. She’d whimper and moan, pressing herself against him until it drove him wild. He never refused her attentions, ever attendant to her needs, his perfect dark plum…
She told him they were portents, something about reindeer and chocolate and something about a demon touched warrior, coming to sever his ties with a priceless treasure. Spike didn’t understand what she was babbling about, but he rarely did until it was relevant, he was sure these glimpses would aid him when the time came. Meanwhile, she would feel restless, unable to sleep until she fully understood the dreams, it had happened before and would happen again, but she always came back to him after the fishes had stopped screaming or whatever it was this time.
In the mean time, it was time to start working on his new pet…
Xander was suspended upside down and spread eagled in the middle of a spacious shower. Chains lead from his cuffs to two strategically placed hooks in the ceiling and a matched pair on the floor, part of the set that adorned the room from floor to ceiling. He tried to wiggle his ankles in their cuffs, but that just made his finger tips slip on the slick tile and pain shot up through his legs to his widely held hips. He couldn’t hold back the soft whimpers and gasps of pain every time he jerked himself in the chains. Stupid vampire with his stupid chains in his stupidly huge shower and his stupi-wait what?
Warmth. Something almost painfully warm was being spread and pressed around the skin between his balls and his hole, and wow that was warm and, “Wait, what the-” A warning growl from behind him shut him up quickly.
“We’ve had this talk pet, Sir or Master, could even call me your Lord if you wanted, but always with respect, yeah?” He spoke with a distracted tone, picking up a piece of muslin cloth and pressing it to the heated sugaring solution on the human’s skin. When he ripped it off Xander let out a quick and startled yelp, which he ignored, he was too intent on looking over the skin for any further hair.
“What the hel- I mean, OW! Sir! OW! What’re you… what’s- OW!!!!” Spike had continued further down his crack, painfully ripping out body hair from the roots in a calm and methodical manner.
“I’m waxin’ you, you don’t need it an’ I don’t like it on you,” Spike replied calmly, working over his arse cheeks after making sure he got all the coarse hairs around his anus.
Xander started struggling in earnest, “N..No thanks, I like my hair where it is, you can just stop now, OW! What’re you gonna do? Make me bal-OW! OW! What part of OW is hard for you to-OW!!!!”
Spike growled softly and slapped the tender skin of Xander’s inner thigh, raising a dark red handprint from the pale flesh and making the boy scream. “Respect, whelp, you’re gonna have to learn it. Now you have a choice,” Spike stepped back to look at the tear filled brown eyes, “Can either be gagged and possibly choke on your own spit, or you can shut the bloody hell up! I like the moans an’ whimpers, ‘s why you weren’t gagged from the start, but your prattlin’ on is makin’ me regret that decision!” He raised a single scarred eyebrow and looked down at him, Xander flushed and bit his lips together. “Good boy…”
Almost two hours later Xander was strung up face up and horizontally while Spike rubbed a soothing liniment into the reddened skin. It tingled faintly, but quickly numbed the flaming heat. Spike had removed every scrap of his body hair, even trimmed and sculpted his eyebrows, removed his facial hair, arms, legs, back, everywhere. His cool fingers worked the liniment into his skin, massaging abused and tensed muscles.
Xander tried to fight against the gentle touch, the soothing and cooling caresses that weren’t making little Xan perky, nope, not at all. He wasn’t hard and drooling, and even if he was it was just because he was being touched… and stroked… and massaged… and and… wow that feels nice now that the hair ripping pain is over.
“There we are, my little pup. All nice an’ smooth, every bit of hair whipped off. No worries, they won’t be growin’ back,” Spike wasn’t even sure Xander was listening; he seemed rather pre-occupied and distracted at the moment. His newly bought slave was unconsciously leaning into every touch and caress, soft whimpers spilling from his lips now and again. So responsive once we get past his barriers, all malleable and sweet…
“Been a good boy, such a good boy. All of this is new and strange and scary, an’ you’re doing so well. You’ll get a treat if you keep this up. You want a treat, don’t you? Something you’ll treasure an’ love… just keep being a good boy like this. You’ll get it…”
Xander drifted in a half awake haze, pain a long distant memory, cool soothing fingers and ointment taking the sting away, leaving him limp and relaxed. He felt like he was floating in a spice scented haze, pain a distant memory. Every time he breathed in the scent of the liniment he felt himself relax further, the stresses of his ordeal melting away. He knew it was wrong, feeling so safe at the hands of a mass murderer, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to care.
A soft murmuring breached his conscious mind and when he finally registered what Spike was saying he suddenly started to cry. He couldn’t help it. Praise… he was being given praise. As sick and twisted as it was, he couldn’t help but respond. He’d wanted praise ever since he’d seen Willow get it from the teacher, it had made her smile and her face light up and she had looked so happy, he wanted that too. He’d tried and tried and tried but never seemed to succeed. He failed in school, his mother had abandoned him for months on end, leaving him with his father who never ever found anything of value in him. Your mother should have swallowed that load you punk assed brat, I’ll show you what it is to be sorry! no, dad, please, don’t please don’t, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, please dad, no! How he’d fought for it, begged for it, worked and pleaded and nearly killed himself for it, time and time again, and the only one who had ever given it to him was a murderous vampire who wanted him as a puppy.
Vampires bad, right. Vampires evil, right… but what about the ones that treat me better than my family, even with all the humiliation and pain and nakedness. What about the one’s that know I’m there and actually care what I’m doing, what I’m wearing, what I’m… that I’m still here. He wants me here, doesn’t want me to leave… I’ve never had anyone actually want me around, not like this, not… really.
He hung in the air, suspended in his chains, and started to wonder if it really was that much worse than being at home. At least here… someone noticed him. At least here… someone wanted him.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 4B - Ownership
Next Chapter: Chapter 6 - Bath Tub
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.
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