The Tiger – Evaluation
"So, what was the worst thing they did to you?" Spike asked, interested in what part of the grooming Xander resented the most. The boy looked completely fuckable though. Best part was that he´d be getting to sample that very soon.
"Tattoo," Xander replied curtly. His tone was neutral, but under the surface the boy was seething with rage.
Spike smiled. That had been a particularly sweet thing to order. "Let´s see it."
Xander held out his right arm, wrist side up. He could finally see what he´d been marked with. Spike ran a finger across the mark, a small railroad spike about 2 inches long, with the letter ´S´ in relief at its thickest point. He´d made sure that they´d angled it so the boy could read it clearly, rather than pointing outward for display.
Spike slid his hand underneath the boy´s wrist and bent down. He licked the mark, tasting fresh blood and ink. "Love that you bled for me, Xander. Doesn´t mean much to you now, but you´ll find out how important that is for vampires."
Xander couldn´t even glare, but Spike could still smell his anger. "You think I can order you to have a conversation with me?"
"Don´t have a clue," Xander replied, and this time Spike could hear the bitterness that crept into his voice.
Spike chuckled, "Looks like it worked. Don´t expect you to believe me, Xander, but I didn´t ask them to take away your will. ´S not what I wanted."
"So you wanted to make me your bitch without the spells?" Xander replied angrily.
"Something like that. Stand up, Xander," Spike ordered.
Xander rose gracefully. Spike stood directly in front of him.
"You´ll be trained to respond to me, but you´ll like it." Spike reached down and fondled Xander´s bound cock. "That´s what training´s for."
"I´ll never like it," Xander replied.
"Sure you will. It´s what they do here. Don´t want you broken, pet, just bent a bit. By the end you´ll want my touch," Spike said confidently. He ran his fingertips over the now smooth skin of Xander´s chest.
Xander´s heart rate picked up, but he said with stubborn honesty, "I don´t want to be like that."
"I know." Spike leaned forward and kissed the boy´s fragrant neck, "It´ll happen just the same though. Part of you already likes my touch, doesn´t it?"
"Yes," Xander replied in an unhappy whisper. Spike smiled into the crook of Xander´s neck before pulling away.
"Undress me, pet," Spike ordered gently, "Like you would one of your lovers."
Xander wanted to glare at Spike, but the free speaking directive seemed to prohibit that. He knew that this day would end with Spike using him for sex; he´d made as much peace with that information as he could. He fucking hated that Spike was making him be an active participant in this. He´d be much happier if Spike had just ordered him to bend over and take it like a man.
Now he had to undress Spike like one of his lovers. Xander wanted to be sick, because the spell seemed to know the difference between intent rather than what was spoken. Most of Xander´s lovers came to bed nude or nearly nude. Their encounters were pleasant but quick.
As Xander walked behind Spike, and slid his open shirt off his shoulders, he gently kissed the pale skin as it was bared inch by inch. He´d only done this once before, but apparently this was the memory that the spell latched on to. Once the shirt was removed, Xander wrapped his arms around Spike´s waist. Stroking the vampires toned stomach, Xander leaned in and kissed Spike´s neck.
Spike hissed at the contact. "Yesss, that´s it, pet."
One of Xander´s hands slipped down and he cupped the vampire´s clothed hardness. Without removing the hand, Xander slipped around Spike, and faced the vampire. Thankfully, he didn´t seem required to look Spike in the face. He seethed with rage that one of his few good memories was being hijacked by the spell, by Spike.
His traitorous body was on auto pilot as Xander continued to stroke Spikes erect cock through his pants, and his lips were kissing Spikes pale chest and neck. He wanted to strangle the vampire and bludgeon the part of himself that got a little thrill when Spike would make a sound of pleasure.
Xander moved his hands to the drawstring of Spike´s pants and tugged gently. Once they were untied, Xander slipped gracefully to his knees, and nuzzled Spikes crotch breathing hot air over the vampire´s hard length. He reached up and tugged Spikes pants down, lifting the vampire´s feet in turn to take them all the way off. Because of the spell, Xander folded them neatly and placed them on the floor as he had in the past, rather than balling them up and throwing them across the room like he wanted to do now. He leaned forward and slowly licked Spike´s cock from root to tip, swirling his tongue around the flushed and weeping crown before rising to his feet, task finally accomplished.
Xander kept his gaze down, unwilling to see the smug look on Spikes face. His heart rate sped up, however, when Spike stroked his lower lip with his thumb.
"That was lovely, pet. Come with me."
Spike led them to the only real piece of furniture in the room. Set in one corner up against the wall, there was a low platform that Xander wouldn´t even call a bed. It had a thick black padded cushion on top covered in shiny black micro-leather. Where the platform met the wall along one edge there was a black square shaped headrest made of the same material.
Spike lay down on the platform, and rested his head on the pad. He motioned for Xander to join him, and as soon as he´d done so, Spike maneuvered Xander so he was straddling Spike´s midsection. Xander was instructed to rest his hands on the wall a couple of feet above the pad, leaving him with cock hovering inches from the vampire´s mouth, and his legs spread wide apart. He thankfully faced the wall, instead of being forced to crane his head down to watch whatever Spike had planned for him.
Spike ran his hands over Xander´s body, and said appreciatively, "Look so pretty like that, Xander. Now stay very still."
Xander groaned when Spike began to suckle on the head of his cock and slid a single finger into Xander´s lubricated anus at the same time. One finger became two and then three, and Xander would have been shaking with the effort of remaining still, if he hadn´t been ordered to remain motionless. As it was, he felt like he was a prisoner in his own body, and wallowing in pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
Spike worked the fingers stretching his ass achingly slowly, in and out. On the in stroke, Spike would pause and press hard on the sensitive nub inside him before slowly withdrawing again. He sucked at Xander´s cock in the same agonizingly slow manor. Spike creating an almost unbearable suction around the sensitive and swollen head, and then slowly flicking his tongue over the slit before withdrawing it. Xander never thought sex would be able to drive someone insane, but Spike was a master of the technique.
Xander was ashamed to find he was begging Spike for relief. Sweat was pouring off his skin, and while he didn´t notice himself, he wouldn´t have been surprised at the tears rolling silently down his cheeks.
Spike released Xander´s cock, and leaned his head back on the headrest, looking up at Xander´s still form. He stilled the fingers inside Xander as well, and said, "Time to make a choice, Xander. You want to come on my fingers or my cock?"
Xander´s mind didn´t even take the time to process the statement before the words, "Your cock," slipped out. Xander´s face burned in embarrassment.
Spike slipped his fingers out of Xander´s now well stretched anus, and said, "Slide yourself down onto my cock, pet."
The words were barely out of Spikes mouth before Xander shuffled backwards, reached behind him and positioned Spike´s cock at his hole. Xander immediately started to press down on the thick head. Whatever the other demons had lubricated him with worked wonders and Spike´s cock slipped in without needing any additional slick. The vampire placed his hands on Xander´s hips, guiding him down until he had taken every single inch inside him. Spike told him to remain still for a moment once Xander´s ass rested flush against the cradle of Spike´s hips.
Finally, Spike ordered thickly, "Don´t come," and unsnapped the cock ring. Xander screamed when even more blood poured into his already swollen cock. He was so focused on this that he didn´t even hear Spike´s groan of pleasure as Xander unconsciously clenched his muscles tightly around Spikes thick shaft.
Xander didn´t come though, and he both thanked and cursed the spell. He wondered sickly if his heart would stop if Spike ordered it.
Xander didn´t have long to contemplate that terrifying thought before Spike issued his next order. "Ride me, pet. Want to watch you work yourself on my cock."
Xander began a slow rhythm, resenting the fact that it felt so good to be filled. He wanted so badly to give up and give into the wonderful sensation of pleasing Spike because it felt good, instead of because he was ordered to, but he couldn´t. Instead, he relaxed into the spell, and allowed it to do its job. His movements quickly picked up speed and his pleasure increased, but he never completely lost the part of himself that felt empty and used.
The boy was beautiful, working himself on Spike´s cock with wild abandon. The purpled head of Xander´s cock was leaking fluid steadily onto Spikes belly, but Xander showed no signs of coming. God, Spike loved this spell. He could smell the lust, anger and revulsion pouring off Xander, and grinned as the lust slowly began to overpower everything else.
When his boy smelled almost entirely of lust, Spike gripped his hips and flipped them, keeping them connected. He gripped Xander´s legs at the knees and spread the boy open wide and began to fuck him in earnest.
"Come for me, Xander," Spike shouted as he pounded into him, close to his own release.
Xander screamed and shuddered as hot seed pulsed out of his cock in thick gouts, coating both his and Spike´s belly with ribbons of warm fluid. Xander´s muscles clenched around Spikes cock like a vice, sending the vampire over the edge as well, bathing the boys insides with his cool spend.
"Got something to say to me, pet?" Spike asked lazily. He was on his side, looking over his beautiful pet, occasionally stroking or kissing a pretty bit of flesh. Now that the boy had come, the anger and resentment kicked back up to their previous state.
"Why isn´t it enough for you that I perform?" Xander asked, his tone resentful.
"You´re so pretty when you give in, Xander," Spike replied kissing his shoulder. The spell apparently hadn´t worn off yet, because even as Spike said this, Xander´s demeanor didn´t change, but humiliation began to waft from the boy´s already fragrant skin. Spike wanted to bask in the boy´s lovely scents, provoking different emotions until he determined the combination he liked the best. Unfortunately, he had to send Xander on his way.
"Time for you to get moving, they´ll be expecting you." Spike pointed to a door set into the back wall of the room. "Go through the door. There´s a passage way beyond. It´ll take you where you need to go."
Xander sat up and slid off the platform, walking towards the door Spike indicated. It whooshed open as he approached, and just before Xander stepped through, Spike couldn´t resist calling out, "´sides ´s not like you didn´t play the same game with me. You actually had me going with that kiss, thought you really meant it for a second."
Spike barely caught the bitterly whispered, "I did," as the door closed behind Xander.
