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A Puppy For Spike
by Spikedluv
Chapter Three
Xander’s return to consciousness was slow, but no less uncomfortable for that fact. His muscles ached and he tried to remember if he’d been tossed about by a particularly nasty demon on patrol with Buffy the night before, but his brain was fuzzy and he couldn’t focus his thoughts. He opened his eyes a millimeter at a time until he was staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling illuminated by dim lighting. God, not the hospital! he thought.
A careful glance at the windows showed shades pulled against the sun, letting in only enough diffuse light to allow him to make out the dark shapes in the room. Further examination shot his hospital theory out the window, thankfully. The room was too large to be a hospital room, plus the distinct lack of the whir and beeps of medical machinery usually posted about the bed. Also, the bed he was currently laying on was way more comfortable than those thin, hard hospital beds.
It also wasn’t Willow’s guest room, a room he was more than passingly familiar with. He wondered if he’d received a concussion, and was staying with Giles, or Buffy’s mom. A slow, careful shake of his head revealed no aches in that vicinity. Still unsure where he was, Xander rolled over. He yelped and scooted back when he recognized the blond vampire lying beside him in the bed, and then attempted to jump off the bed, only to be brought up short by the chain around his ankle.
Xander stood, hunched over awkwardly, one foot on the floor, the other on the bed, one hand balanced on the edge of the mattress for support. Memories of what he had been put through the night before assaulted him. Angelus...cuffs...Spike.... One hand automatically went to his ass. No wonder he ached so badly. He felt as if he’d been put through the wringer, and he had, almost literally. That same hand moved slowly over his hip to cup protectively over his groin.
A surge of righteous anger suffused him, strengthening his resolve to escape. He reached out and tugged on the chain binding him to the bed. After a couple minutes of straining, he admitted that his physical strength wasn’t going to be enough to free him. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his leg up so he could examine the band around his ankle, and then the one attached to the bed. A search of the area around him revealed nothing he could use to pick the locks. Absorbed in his task, he forgot about the vampire.
“What’re you doin’?” Spike growled.
Xander started, and looked up into the vampire’s irate expression. He said the first thing that popped into his brain. “I have to go to the bathroom.” As soon as he said it, he had the overwhelming urge to relieve himself.
Spike stared at him as if he was trying to determine whether Xander was lying. He wiggled uncomfortably on the bed due to his full and now-insistent bladder.
Spike looked away and yelled, “Oi, Lestat!”
Xander jerked around in surprise when the door burst open and a small redheaded vampire scurried into the room. “Yes, Master Spike?” he said obsequiously.
“Pup here...”
Xander glared ineffectually at the blond.
“...has to go to the bathroom. We got one what works around here?”
“Yes, Sir, on the second fl—.”
”Don’t care where,” Spike interrupted. “Take him. Keep the others away from him and make sure nothing happens to him. Don’t let him get away. Bring him right back.” Spike reeled off a litany of instructions that had Xander’s head spinning. The vampire unlocked the bracelet on his ankle and flopped back down onto the bed, face buried in the pillows, before Xander even realized he’d done it, much less been able to discover the location of the key.
“Come,” the redhead commanded.
Xander warily slid off the bed. The vampire grabbed his arm and led him out of the bedroom. Nothing broke the eerie silence around them. Xander stiffened at the thought that now would be the perfect opportunity to escape. He was no longer cuffed or chained, and most of the vampires in the mansion would be asleep at this time.
“Don’t even think about it,” the vampire said. “The mansion is never left unguarded. You’d be recaptured before you reached the front door. That’s assuming you were able to get away from me. And some of the minions around here aren’t known for their brains. Or their restraint. Your neck would be snapped and you’d be someone’s dinner before they realized you belonged to the Master.”
“The Master?”
“Master Spike.”
Xander let that go when he realized they were standing outside the bathroom. With a thankful groan, he raced into the room, threw the toilet seat open, and relieved himself. Only then did it hit him that he’d walked through the...mansion, the vampire Spike had called Lestat had said...naked. He glanced over at the vampire who stood in the doorway guarding him, his arms crossed over his chest. “Your name really Lestat?” he asked.
The redhead stared blankly back at him, then said. “It is the name Master Spike gave me when he found me.”
The vampire didn’t seem inclined to say anything further, so Xander didn’t push for more information. He scurried back to the bedroom in Lestat’s wake, embarrassed at his nudity and wishing he had something to cover himself up with. Once more shackled to the bed and alone with Spike, Xander remained sitting up. He wondered what time it was. With the tiny bit of sunlight filtering into the room he couldn’t tell if it was seven-thirty yet.
“What?” Spike snarled without moving.
Xander jumped again. “I-I was just wondering what time it was,” he admitted.
Spike raised his head and regarded Xander through bleary eyes. “Why?”
Xander took a brief moment to wonder how Spike, bed-headed and sleepy-eyed, could still sound so menacing. “U-um, school,” he replied. “I need to go to school. It’s a school day,” he babbled.
Spike just stared at him, then grinned and shook his head. “What part of ‘you belong to me’ don’t you understand, pup?” he asked, not unkindly.
None of it, he wanted to yell. He couldn’t belong to Spike! He merely said, “The part where I don’t go to school?” At Spike’s raised eyebrow, Xander felt a rush of irritation. “And the part where I belong to you! I don’t belong to you,” he insisted.
Spike narrowed his eyes. “But you do, pup, and you’d better get used to the idea of it right quick. You’re mine until I decide I have no further use for you. And you’d better pray that day doesn’t come soon. Now, go back to sleep, it’s still early.” Spike laid back down as if Xander had been forgotten.
Xander was overwhelmed by emotion—anger, fear, disbelief, panic. “Wh-what time is it?” he stammered, trying to control the trembling in his bottom lip.
“Mid-afternoon,” was Spike’s muffled reply.
“Mid-afternoon?” he squeaked.
“Go. To. Sleep. Pup.”
“I’m not tired,” Xander said stubbornly, sticking his lip out.
“Doesn’t matter,” Spike said. “You need to get used to keeping vampire hours now, pup.”
“No!” Xander said. “I’m not going to get used to anything....” He broke off when Spike raised up on his elbows.
“Want me to make sure you’re good and tired out, pup?” Spike asked, his eyes straying down Xander’s naked form to his groin.
“N-no,” Xander said, covering himself. He suddenly felt very exposed. With Spike’s eyes still on him, he laid down and curled up into a ball facing Spike, making sure to keep his groin covered and his bare ass as far away from the vampire as he could.
***
Despite his claim of not being tired, and the tension stiffening his body when he curled up on the mattress, Xander fell asleep. When he woke he was alone in the bed. He glanced around the room surreptitiously until his eyes landed on Spike. The vampire was sitting in his wheelchair, parked beside the open window with a cigarette hanging from his fingers, looking out.
“Know you’re awake, pup,” Spike said after taking a long drag of smoke, then expelling it slowly. “‘Bout time you woke up. Need to get you cleaned up. Lestat!”
The redheaded vampire appeared immediately. “Yes, Master Spike?”
“Did you get everything I told you to?”
“Yes, Sir,” Lestat said, disappearing for a moment and returning with a large plastic bag and a large paper sack. Xander looked closely, but was unable to make out any writing on the paper sack, but the blue plastic bag said Wal-Mart.
He watched avidly as Spike quickly sorted through the bags, somehow knowing it had something to do with him. The vampire pulled a couple items out of the Wal-Mart bag, and then handed it back to Lestat.
“Come,” Lestat commanded him, and then strode towards the door. Xander just stared at him, uncertain as to what was going on. At the door, Lestat halted and turned back to him. He morphed and growled, “Come now.”
Xander’s heart sped up at the sight of the demon. It was too easy to forget that these two men weren’t human. He slid off the bed, noting only peripherally that the metal band around his ankle had already been removed. His fingers locked on the bed sheet and he dragged it after him, intending to pull it off the bed and cover himself with it.
“Leave it,” Spike said around the cigarette in his mouth.
Xander’s head snapped back around to Spike. He opened and closed his mouth as he attempted to find the words to tell Spike he wanted to cover up, but the vampire preceded him.
“Puppies don’t wear clothes.” He exhaled. “Not until they earn them.” He stared at Xander through the smoke.
Xander was tired and sore, and his mind was sluggish, but he knew he’d never make it out of the room with the sheet if the two vampires didn’t want him to. With a glare at Spike, he let go of the sheet and walked over to the doorway where Lestat stood, impatiently waiting for him.
He wished he was strong enough to fight his way out, or clever enough to figure out a way to escape, but knew he wasn’t. He could only hope he was brave enough to endure whatever Spike had in store for him until Buffy was able to rescue him. He squared his shoulders in a show of bravado that was belied by the crimson flush staining his skin, and the fear-induced sweat that oozed from his pores, and followed Lestat through the mansion to the bathroom he’d used earlier that day.
Xander thought the most embarrassing thing he’d have to do was go to the bathroom in front of Lestat, who refused to leave him alone. The vampire unpacked the bag, stacking towels, soap, and toilet paper on the sink. Xander resignedly unwrapped the toilet paper and used it, then opened the soap and washed his hands, drying them on the towel.
His eyes grew big when Lestat revealed the last two items—a hot water bottle and a bottle of KY. “What’s that for?” he asked.
“To clean you out,” Lestat replied in a matter-of-fact tone, and began to fill the bottle with water.
“Clean me...?” The shoe dropped. “Oh no!” Xander said, shaking his head, one hand automatically taking up a protective position on his butt. “No, no, no.”
Lestat ignored him until the bottle was full and the tube attached, then turned to look at Xander. “Master Spike has ordered me to do this. We can do it the hard way, or the easy way.”
“There’s an easy way?” Xander squeaked.
“You don’t fight me. Just relax and let me do this,” Lestat replied.
“And the hard way?”
“I call in some of the others to hold you down. It gets done either way, makes no difference to me. Now, bend over.”
Xander shuddered at the thought of Lestat sticking that tube up his butt. He didn’t want this to happen at all, but was fully cognizant of the fact that he had no choice. He couldn’t escape the vampire, and he didn’t want any of the others to witness his humiliation, so he submitted.
He scowled at Lestat, then bent and placed his hands on the closed toilet seat. He heard the sounds of the KY bottle being opened and the liquid applied to the tube that the vampire was going to shove inside him. He jumped when the cool liquid was squeezed onto his backside and allowed to run down between his cheeks, then stiffened when it was slathered over his hole.
“Relax,” Lestat commanded as he placed the plastic end against Xander’s butt.
Xander gave a snort of laughter. As if. He clenched his eyes shut against the pain of having the tube pushed into his already abused ass, grunting as the water slowly filled him until his stomach felt like it would explode. “Stop!” he cried.
“Just a little more,” Lestat said, placing one hand on Xander’s lower back to keep him from moving. Xander was gasping from the discomfort by the time Lestat stopped filling him. “I’m going to remove the tube,” he said. “Don’t let any water spill.”
The tube was pulled out of him slowly, and Xander clenched his ass muscles tight so nothing dribbled out. When the tube was finally clear he sighed in relief, eager to release the water.
“Now hold it,” Lestat said.
“What?” Xander yelped.
“Hold it,” Lestat repeated as he refilled the water bottle.
“Hold it?” Xander asked, astounded. “And what are you doing?”
“Refilling the bottle.”
“For what?”
“You will need to be douched again...”
“Douched? Did you.... Douched? Isn’t that...?”
“You may release the water now,” Lestat interrupted.
Xander broke off immediately, raised the toilet seat cover, and dropped down onto the seat. He expelled the water in a rush, breathing a deep sigh of relief.
“Stand,” Lestat said, breaking into Xander’s brief moment of peace.
Xander glowered at Lestat as the stood, droplets of water running down his inner thighs. “Do we really need to do this again?” he pleaded.
“You need to be clean,” Lestat said, implacable.
“I’m really very clean,” Xander insisted, to no avail. He frowned unhappily. “You look nothing like Lestat,” he snapped as he bent over and grabbed the toilet seat.
***
Showered, dried, and clean in placed he didn’t want to think about, Xander was led back to the bedroom. Spike was still sitting by the open window, but now a small table sat beside his chair. The vampire looked him over, pursed his lips, and nodded, then turned to Lestat. “Did he behave?”
Xander blanched, turning panicked eyes to Lestat, who looked him over with an evil grin. “As well as could be expected for his first time,” he said when he turned back to Spike.
Xander’s shoulders sagged in relief as Spike nodded. “Go get me someone to eat,” he commanded. “And someone for yourself. And pup, here. Put one of the prats on the door before you leave.”
“Yes, Master Spike,” Lestat responded, bowing slightly and backing out of the room.
“Get over here, pup,” Spike said, reaching into the paper sack that lay on the low table. After one last longing look at the door, Xander walked slowly over to the vampire. When Xander was within reach, Spike grabbed his wrist and tugged him closer. “Get on your knees, pup.”
***
Xander’s eyes widened. Intellectually he knew that Spike had used his body for the vampire’s pleasure the previous night, and he remembered having the vampire’s penis in his mouth—his eyes automatically darted to Spike’s groin—but he was still surprised at the reality of it when he was commanded to kneel before the vampire.
Spike laughed at Xander’s expression and held up the bottle he’d withdrawn from the sack. “Just gonna put some oil on ya,” he said.
Xander shuffled closer and let the vampire pull him to his knees. He watched Spike pour the oil into his palm and rub both hands together, his breath hitching nervously. The vampire oiled up one arm, and then the other, paying careful attention to stiff shoulders, before applying more oil to his hands and rubbing it onto Xander’s chest and abdomen as far down as he could reach.
He turned around when Spike instructed him to, and shivered as the vampire worked the oil into his shoulders and upper back. Spike nudged him, and Xander stood. He sucked in a breath when Spike’s hands moved further down as he oiled Xander’s lower back. Xander tensed when Spike’s fingers began kneading his buttocks as he rubbed oil over them, afraid he might embarrass himself when the vampire’s touch and memories of wet dreams past sent unwanted tingles into his groin.
Before fear could blossom into full-blown panic, Spike’s hands moved further down and spread oil over the back of his thighs. Another gentle nudge and Xander turned around to face Spike, barely restraining a moan when he realized their positions placed his cock nearly at mouth-level.
Ignoring Xander’s reaction, Spike poured more oil into his palm and patted the chair between his legs. It took Xander a moment to determine what Spike meant, and then he placed his foot on the seat of the chair. Despite the fact that he’d been naked all day, and intimate with the vampire, the position made him feel more vulnerable as his cock and balls hung visible and unprotected between his legs.
Spike started at his ankle and worked up his calf, then over the front of his thigh, his hands sliding around Xander’s leg so that the back of one hand brushed Xander’s sac. Xander clenched his jaw to keep from reacting to the vampire’s sensual touch. His entire body was practically vibrating from the slick glide of skin-on-skin. Another nudge and Xander awkwardly switched legs.
When Spike finished oiling up the second leg, he grabbed Xander’s balls, gently rolling them in his hand as he covered the sac with oil. Xander let out a soft mewl while Spike fondled him, feeling the glorious effects of having his nuts played with, yet fearful that he wasn’t supposed to react, to enjoy it. Then Spike let go and ran his fingers through Xander’s course pubic hair.
“Thought about having Lestat shave you,” he murmured, “but puppies should have fur. Unless they’re naughty. Keep that in mind, pup,” he said as both hands moved to Xander’s cock and stroked it to hardness, “if you want to keep these.” He tugged on Xander’s short ‘n curlies. “It’ll be the only thing you do get to keep. No name. No clothes. No choice. All mine. Especially this.” He resumed pulling on Xander’s dick with both hands, expertly, inexorably tugging him closer to orgasm.
Xander closed his eyes while he struggled against it, then snapped them open when Spike held his cock and balls in one hand and lifted them. He watched in dismay as Spike’s hand reached back into the bag and came out holding a black leather strap, and then quickly fastened it around the base of his package, causing his balls to ride high against his erect prick.
He stared at it in disbelief. “Wha—?”
“Turn around, pup,” Spike said.
Xander obeyed automatically, his head still tilted down as he stared in confusion at his groin.
“Bend over and spread your cheeks,” Spike instructed casually.
“Huh? Wha—?” Xander looked back over his shoulder to see Spike pouring more oil into his palm. The vampire looked up at him.
“I’m going to assume you didn’t understand my instructions, rather than that you intentionally disobeyed them, pup,” he said. “We’ll try it again, slow like. Bend. Over.”
Xander slowly turned to face forward and bent at the waist. His legs were trembling with dread.
“Now reach back, grab your cheeks, and spread ‘em apart.”
Oh, Christ, this could not be happening to him, Xander thought, as he complied with the vampire’s commands. He was mortified to be exposing himself to Spike, but had no choice. He glanced at the door. Even though he couldn’t see or hear, he knew another vampire stood guard outside. His eyes darted to the open window.
“The grounds are heavily patrolled,” Spike said, as if he’d read Xander’s mind, and then tilted his hand over his lower back.
Xander closed his eyes and steeled himself for the vampire’s touch while Spike drizzled the oil onto him and let it dribble between his cheeks. Before he was ready, Spike’s fingers were rubbing the oil over his pucker, and then pressing inside, first one, then two, mechanically stretching him. When Spike withdrew, Xander couldn’t help but twist his head around to see what was going to happen next. He gasped.
“Wha-what’s that?” he asked shakily.
“Butt plug,” Spike replied in a matter-of-fact tone, and then pressed it against Xander. He barely had time to think, ‘Oh, god, no!’, before the plug was inserted. He grunted, but refused to cry out in pain as his poor ass was once more invaded. “There.” Spike patted his ass. “That’ll keep you stretched so you’re ready for me whenever I want to bugger ya. Now, stand up and turn around.”
Spike’s words made Xander shudder. He slowly straightened, paying close attention to the odd sensation of having something stuck up inside him. When he turned around Spike was holding a leather collar, black with silver studs, running it through his fingers. He held it up for Xander to see.
“Your collar, pup,” he announced with a smirk. “Now lean down so I can put it on you.”
Xander stared at the collar in horror. Bad enough Spike called him a puppy, he didn’t want to be collared like one. Although, in comparison to the other things he’d been put through in the last 24 hours, wearing a collar barely registered. With a sigh of resignation, he dutifully leaned forward and allowed Spike to put the collar around his neck and buckle it.
When he stood straight once more, Spike held out a small silver disk on the palm of his hand. Xander leaned closer and read it. ‘Puppy’. Spike turned it over. ‘Property of Spike’. Xander wanted to vomit. This really could not be happening to him. Except it was. He stood still while Spike attached the tag to the collar, staring over the vampire’s head at the wall behind him.
“Step back,” Spike instructed when he was finished. Xander took a step back and watched Spike as the vampire’s eyes slowly raked over him, reminding Xander of what Spike was seeing—naked and slicked with oil, a cock ring binding his erect cock and balls. A twirl of his finger had Xander turning around. He shivered, as if he could feel the vampire’s eyes running over his body like a light touch. Somehow he knew they stopped at his butt, where the plug was hidden inside his body, before continuing on.
“Two more things before the big intro,” Spike said. “The rules. Repeat them to me again.”
Xander stiffened, blanched. The rules. How was he supposed to remember the fucking rules? he thought.
The sound of leather being smacked against a palm. “Now, pup.”
“Uhmm, Master,” Xander said, his mind struggling against the blank slate terror had induced. “I-I’m supposed to call you Master.”
“Correct. And?”
“Huh. I, um...belong to you!” he said excitedly, surprised he’d remembered another one.
“Correct. What else?”
Oh, god, Xander thought, what else? “I, er, I....” Shit, shit, shit! “I’m supposed to do everything you tell me to!” he practically yelled.
“Very good, pup,” Spike said, and Xander started to relax. “And what else?”
Xander nearly groaned. There was another one? He ran the three he’d remembered through his head, trying to decipher the fourth from them. Another slap of the leather had his thoughts stumbling over themselves. He didn’t think well in high-pressure situations, which is why he never did well on exams. What else could there possibly...? “Silent! I’m supposed to, um, remain silent unless you, uh, ask me something,” he finished with a relieved sigh.
“Very good, pup,” Spike purred. “So, tell me, how’s that last one working out for you?”
Xander closed his eyes and couldn’t hold back his groan. “N-not very well,” he admitted.
“No,” Spike agreed. Two loud ‘click!’s had Xander jumping. “Turn around and lay over my lap.”
Xander shuffled his feet until he stood facing Spike. The vampire had dropped the arms of his wheelchair and was patting his legs. A quick glance told him that a leather belt was lying on the table. Oh, god, he thought, oh god! A dream. An odd dream. Odder, even, than the wet-Spike dreams he’d been having, but still a dream. Xander closed his eyes, said a quick prayer, and then opened them.
Spike was still sitting there, waiting for Xander to spread himself over the vampire’s legs for his punishment.
To Be Continued in Chapter Four