Untitled BDSM
And in the other corner is Wesley, also bound, in black motorcycle leathers with his shirt already off, listening to Spike sucking, Giles issuing directions, and Xander keening.
"Spike, luv, we all know you can deep throat like a fucking hoover, so get to it."
Xander just whimpers around his gag.
Spike lowers his mouth gently to hard flesh....
Giles pulls his chair over, perpedicular to the boys, watching carefully for a minute. He glances at Wesley.
Wesley watches carefully, eyes raised just enough to be able to watch...
Giles grins, pushing Spike by the scruff of the neck down onto Xander and moves toward Wesley.
Wesley starts at the sudden movement and hears the muffled groaning of Spike enthusiastically enjoying his unexpected reward...
Giles pulls Wes over to his chair facing the boys, sits down and nibbles on the neck in front of him, fingering the clamps firmly attached to his nipples absently while watching Spike go to town.
"Now, isn´t that pretty?"
Wes feels the clamps tighten on his nipples as He plays with them and grits his teeth against the waves of pleasurepain that spark through his body. The low groans from across the room are curling through his body.... "Yes, Sir." he answers His question, forcing his eyes open to watch the arched bodies across the room.
"Where would you rather be? Xan has such a luscious cock, but then Spike is just too good at that, you know. Oh wait, you don´t. Just trust me on that one."
he grits his teeth at His question, his already overly stimulated cock hardening at the thought of being in between the two across the room....
Giles pulls Wes into his lap, one hand twisting a clamp, the other settling onto a prominent hipbone.
"Didn´t know what you were getting into, coming here, did you? Poor boy."
Wes stiffens for a moment, then consciously relaxes against His hands, still watching spike as his cheekbones hollow even more as he sucks and caresses the hardness in his mouth.... "No, Sir." see, i still know how to play these games, he thinks as he begins to gently push against the hands on his body
"Xander, don´t come."
"Look at him, he´s already straining with it. But he knows better. You do too, don´t you, Wesley?" Giles purrs into Wesley´s ear.
Wes watches as Xander gulps and seems to relax into himself, reaching that place inside... Wes nods, his mind still trying to take in the images of Spike and Xander together and Gile... Him in the leathers as the door opened... he knows that the two on the other side of the room must be reaching a peak, but he isn´t able to tell from their actions, both men are relaxed into their roles, the only agitation evident in the room is his own tense muscles, and growing ache for the man on whom he is perched.
"They´re good boys. For the most part. My boys."
Wes hears the words and they swirl in his head. . . His boys.... he begins to feel the yearning for acceptance that he´s always felt grow in him. he closes his eyes again and listens to something that he will never belong to
Giles can see that Xander is flying, just coasting on sensation now, held deeply in a need to obey, but unable to stop his own reaction. He won´t last long. Spike on the other hand, is writhing, desperate for some contact. He knows that the vampire can hear every word, is reacting to them, wants to be where Wesley is, wants to stay where he is, wants everything, is lost in stimuli, trying to find focus in his task.
Wes whimpers, he can hear the other men getting close, the smell of them pervading his lungs as the heavy scent of rutting males fills the room
"You want to be that? One of my boys? Do you want access to that cock? Or that mouth? You have no idea how sweet Spike´s ass is. Vampire healing, don´t forget."
he begins to buck his hips, searching for some stimulation to his neglected erection, phantom sensations of fucking, being fucked, sucking, something course through him. he whimpers again, trying to express without words that he desperately wants to be His, to be His possession, to belong
Giles ponders telling him about Angel, but figures, if this works out the way it looks like it might, it would make a lovely surprise. And from Wes´s reaction, it might be too much. "Or do you just want to be mine? With whatever that entails? Would you be as good as that," Giles points at the pair of straining boys, "for me?"
Giles´ hand returns, but instead of going back to hip settles on Wesley´s cock, squeezing lightly, teasingly.
Wes forces himself to open his eyes and tries to slide off His lap to kneel at his feet, lowering his head to lay against His knee, submitting without a word.
Giles watches the move with a stoic expression, before settling a hand on Wesley´s head, turning it back to the boys, leans down to speak directly into his ear. "We´ll see."
"Spike, stop." Giles watching Xander tense up and Spike´s movements still.
Wes lets his held breath expel slowly, opening his eyes and watching the other men in the room, able to finally enjoy the contrast of light and dark, light rope against tanned skin and darker rope on the vampire pale skin of Spike.
His (temporary god, i hope not) acceptance warms Wes and he watches the struggle in front of him
Giles strokes his hand through Wes´s hair then grips his neck. "Stay." He crosses to the boys, quickly undoing all the restraints and helps Xander to lay on the bed, caressing rope marks and murmuring softly to him all the while. Spike stays kneeling and still, waiting. Wesley is made to watch while Giles fixes a ring around Xander´s leaking prick.
his heart skips a beat at the careless command and then again at the gentleness He shows to His boys... he admires Spikes stillness, stillness that only a vampire could maintain and he listens to the gentling whispers coming from the bed where He is still stroking His boy.
Xander visibly settles, from some of the responsibility being taken from him. But he shudders visibly at whatever Giles is saying quietly to him. He leaves and goes to Spike, lifting his face by the chin, placing a simple kiss on brow, then a less simple one on mouth, before pulling back and nodding to Xander. "Go, ride, make it good, William, you have an audience."
Wes watches as the vampire stands gracefully, ducking into the kiss and caressing hand, arms still bound before crossing to the bed and gently settling above the prone figure of Xander. Carefully spreading himself, he settles onto the glistening hard cock below him and slowly slides down. Wes can almost feel the burning stretch as a gutteral moan echoes in the room...
Giles watches Wesley watching for a long moment before returning to his place, sitting back into the chair. He smiles at the boys hard at work on the bed briefly, then returns his gaze to Wesley.
Wes continues to watch the writhing figure on the bed, carefully leaning against His leg, rubbing minute circles against Him....
The sound of flesh on flesh seems to reflect on Wesley´s face. He slides a hand back into Wesley´s hair and tugs upwards. "Stand up, face them."
From where he´s kneeling, he can only see Spike and he likens it in his head to watching a candle wick dance in the flames. Wes stands slowly, keeping his eyes lowered as much as possible without losing sight of the men on the bed... he can see Xander thrusting up into Spike with as much force as he can muster
"Strip for me." Giles watches a tremor go through Wesley and leans to the side to watch Xander going into overdrive. Purely for Wesley´s benefit, "Xander, baby, do you want to come?"
Giles watches Spike take the unspoken command and speed up his ride, causing Xander to choke on his own moans as he tried to speak.
his whole body tenses and shudders as He watches. Wes starts to remove his clothing and stops, letting his hands fall to his sides as he watches, transfixed, as Xander begins to thrash under Spike. The two men groan, their bodies moving together almost violently as they strain.
Shaking himself, he again attempts to follow the basic command he´s been given
"Wesley." Giles´ voice is hard, suddenly. Not the easy taunting bestowed on Spike or the gentle teasing words to Xander. "They don´t get to come until I´m in you. You don´t want them to suffer. Believe me."
Giles hears a harsh groan from Spike at his words, knows he can take it, always does. Xander is silent, surely not able to hear the low tones through the white buzz of pleasure and restraint muffling his ears. every inch of skin on his body ripples with the sheer intent of His words and Wes´s hands fly, stripping buttons, his mind stuck in a loop of words... ´in you, I´m in you, in you, in, in you´ and his skin bare... finally... and he drops to the floor, mouth open in a soundless whimper of what seems to be endless rushes of desire and want and need...
But Giles can hear the groanwhimperchoke of Xander getting close, and struggling toward his only path to release.
The sounds of the growing maelstrom of need echoes in him from the couple on the bed and he chokes out a whimper. He can hear himself chanting nonsense sentences, repeating please, please, oh please Sir over and over, his face pressed to the warm floor. he knows he shouldn´t, but he can´t control the words coming from him, low and almost unheard.
"Watch them Wes. Listen closely." Giles waits until Wes is turned back around before releasing his own throbbing cock from leather and slicking up. He reaches and grips Wesley by the shoulders, maneuvering him up and onto Giles lap.
Giles shifts his grip to Wesley´s hips settling him a few spare inches in front of his cock. Wes lets Him manuever his body into His lap, forcing his eyes to focus on the now stunning image of the violent edge of release that Spike and Xander hover on, bodies slamming together, voices choked and gutteral, words that have no place in human throats swirling around them...
"Shhh. Not Sir. Listen."
He tries to lunge back, suddenly anxious that this will be denied, that He will toss him aside and laugh Wes shakes his head, lost in his fear and confusion, listening for something, anything that might explain what He means.
"Xander." A new timber in the voice, care and command and... protection. His hands tighten on Wesley´s hips, fingertips moving to press against hipbones, stopping Wes´s frantic movements. "Lift up."
As he positions Wesley over his cock, he hears convulsive swallowing from Xander and Spike panting outright.
Wes stills, feeling the command in the the hands that hold him, still straining to hear what He obviously is trying to tell him... and suddenly the fear spirals away as he begins to believe in the unspoken pledge that he´s able to see so clearly now. His boys, His. this is not some game... "Baby, take the ring off." Some impossible breathy scream leaves Xander before he begins gasping. "Please Daddy, I´ll come, please, not if you... please, Daddy."
his panting breaths are more ragged now, as he can´t help but watch Xander´s large hand slide down his body to tug at the ring around his swollen cock, Spike gasping with unnecessary breath as Xander slams up and into him, both men crying out with thanks and need.
"Do it Baby, it´s alright. Daddy wants you come." Giles presses slowly into Wes, so careful, so slow, feels the delicious breach as a new body opens to him, trembles in his hands around him. "William." Same carefilled tone, met seconds later by a truly feral roar and the familiar sounds of his boys working their way to completion.
Wes lets his eyes close as he feels himself stretch around Him, His hands carefully guiding every moment of the slow penetration. he can hear the others, he can smell them, but his focus narrows to just the satin skin moving inside him and the rough callused fingers still supporting him and the heavy even breathing behind his head....
"So good, Wesley." Giles draws Wesley fully down, once there he holds tight, restraining movement, his own and Wes´s. He leans up, hooking his chin over Wesley´s shoulder, planting a teasing, oddly chaste kiss to his neck. He watches the boys settle slowly, smiles against warm flesh as Xander is distracted from releasing Spike´s wrists by Spike´s playful bites at his shoulders. "Aren´t they just adorable, Wesley?"
Wes tests the hands on his hips and settles heavily against Him. He shivers at the sensation of slight stubble against the tender skin of his neck and watches the joyful almost innocent behavior in front of him... he knows that he´s being shown this for a reason and after a scant minute of thought, he realizes what he´s seeing... He has created a construct of freedom within the domination, of belonging, of love for His boys. it´s safe and Wes can feel the tears begin to roll down his face...
The usual Spike and Xander postcoital silliness seems more precious than usual, as Giles imagines how Wesley sees it. He glances at Wes and smiles gently against the smooth skin of his shoulder. "You´re here, Wes." He thrusts smoothly up into the yeilding, shaking of Wes´s body. "You wouldn´t get to see this if you weren´t." His hands coast from hips to stomach, arms wrapping around, holding, a strange comfort in contrast to the grinding pelvis. "Be here, Wesley. You want that, don´t you?"
Wes burrows back into Him as much as possible, his hands bracing on his own thighs as he smiles and tentatively pushes back and down into the easy thrusting. he nods quietly and lets his body relax, watching as the two men on the bed cuddle into one another and turn to watch this new claiming. and he has no doubt as to what this is now.
"Wesley." And the strange tone is turned to the neWest. Giles thrusts a bit harder, releasing his hold, skimming one hand to feather touches along erect hardness and another to finger the clamps, reminding. Wes jerks at the teasing touches on his cock, but he becomes completely still as the clamps are fondled. The pressure twists and turns in him, as he simultaneously tries to press into and away from the light touches. he knows he needs to respond, he needs to say something but he´s overwhelmed with sensation and he doesn´t know what to say, what to do ... then he realizes that he´s already doing it, uttering a long low sting of words, a litany of pleases, now, oh god, please and, finally, father....
Giles jerks violently at Wesley´s muttered term. "Yes, Wesley." Knowing the clamps have been on almost too long he removes them efficiently and covers the sore, reawakening flesh with his palms. "My boy. Ride me, love." He shifts his hips and spreads his legs a bit, giving Wes as much support as he can.
Wes feels the clamps being removed and he´s surprised at the numbness for a second before the white hot heat rips through him. he can hear himself cry out, but he´s filled with happiness, with his own submission and the soft command only urges him into faster movements, sliding between the hands against his chest and the cradle of hips beneath him. he´s gliding to and fro, easy in the realization that this is where he wants to be at the moment, where he´s wanted to be for a long while....
The worst of the heat gone from beneath his palms, Giles wraps a hand around Wes´s cock, slowly stroking, defying the rhythm his new boy has set. A skimming touch and firm grip brings Wes´s chin up and back to settle his head on Giles´ shoulder. Mouth yet again set at the tender ear, "Will you come for me, Wes? Do you know what I want to hear?"
Wes rocked back and forth, easing Him in and out of himself. the hand stroking him began to distort his rhythm and he heard His voice, knowing the words and even the right answer, but focussed more on the warm breath that pulsed against his cheekbones... he could feel the strain growing in the muscles of the legs under him and he started to move harder and faster against Him...
Giles groans at the sensation, letting Wesley work himself down on his cock, beginning to feel his own desperation. Out of random curiosity opens his eyes to check on Spike and Xander over the slope of Wesley´s collarbone. Both are lying on their stomachs, heads propped on raised hands watching avidly. Xander has the dazed look of arousal, memory and concern that fits so well on his young features, while Spike is obviously fighting a smirk, but the erratic blinking he´s doing belies the attitude. "Boys, what do you think?" He strokes Wesley in a more demonstrative manner, and spreads his legs farther, making the writhing Wes is doing a bit awkward and exposed.
Wes stretches his thighs, feeling the burn in his legs flush into heat that courses through his body as he leans forward and smiles at the two men watching him. he knows he´s exposed and he feels the delicious thrill of his vulnerability heightening his own perceptions... Wes can still hear the words coming out of his mouth, the never ending stream of mumbled words and phrases. .. finally he gasps out something that he thinks might make sense amid all the senseless gibberish
"Love You.... Yours!"
A gasp from Xander, and an odd whimpergrowl from Spike and Giles is flying now. Slammed by emotion, nearly tossed out of headspace, and he barely feels his body move as he lifts Wesley and propels them both to the bed, somehow pulling out, turning Wes and communicating enough to Spike with a look that he should get he and Xander moved, now, without breaking the movement. And then he has Wesley on his back, knees meeting shoulder and elbow and is sliding back in, surging forward to silence the frightening flood of words with his mouth.
Wes is lost in his own head, surprised to suddenly feel softness against his back where he´d just gotten used to hard muscle. he barely had time to register the loss of the hardness within him, before he was filled again, His strong muscles allowing for a depth and thrust that had been missing before. he´s aware enough to grasp at his knees, holding himself open and ready, trying to tilt his hips up, panting before he´s being kissed and this wasn´t something that he was expecting, but he´ll gladly take it, take anything, take everything....
Grasping for some sort of control, Giles pulls back to look at Wes. Which turns out to be the last thing good for control. Wesley is lost, face slack but wanting, open and just this side of broken. Giles knows that countenance, has worked past it twice in recent history. He glances at his other boys and sees that they recognize the look too. He slows his thrusts, trying to think. "Xander, kiss him. Spike, hold his wrists. Gently, both of you." He manages to get Wes´s grip on his knees loosened and handed off to Spike, then wraps Wesley´s legs around his torso.
Wes feels Him shifting around, feels the others on the bed with him, but he can´t concentrate, he knows he´s so close to being perfect that he could reach out and grab it when he´s suddenly grounded. he´s grounded gently though as a warm pair of lips cover his. they move differently, he can tell they´re not His lips, but He wouldn´t let anything bad happen, so Wes eases into another kiss, letting go of any concerns as cool hands encircle his wrists. through it all, the movement in his ass never stops, the thrusting might slow, but it doesn´t stop, there is no rejection here. And Wes can feel himself begin to fly again...
Giles´ mind catalogues and processes. Finally taking in everything he´s heard Wesley mutter, and knows that it is now all in his hands. He can work with this, he´s needed for this, he wonders if some measure of this is why Wesley had made an appearance. With a calming sigh leans back down, kisses Xander´s shoulder, nudges him out of the way and takes Wesley´s mouth for his own again. Shifting until he finds the perfect pitch to his thrusts he begins driving into Wesley. Breaking away from his wanting mouth only to pant heavily into Wes´s neck. "My boy. I´ve got you. Wesley."
The End
