Master
t was Saturday night and Buffy and Willow both thought he was home sick. He´d been ´sick´ a lot lately, and the girls were starting to worry, but Wesley told him that everything would be fine so Xander didn´t bother to think about it.
He was nervous. They´d never been out in public before, but Wesley had told him that he was a regular here and that they wouldn´t be bothered. The club was nice, not loud and crowded like the Bronze. It was brightly lit and the music was kind of sedate.
Xander turned and smiled when Wesley sat down next to him.
"Feeling all right, Alexander?"
"Yes, Wesley."
"Are you hard for me?"
"Yes, Wesley."
"Show me."
Xander glanced furtively around, wondering if Wesley actually meant that he should pull himself out here in the middle of the club.
"I said, show me."
Xander instantly obeyed the command in Wesley´s voice, unzipping himself. Wesley´s hand stroked languidly up and down Xander´s cock.
"Very nice, luv. You´re such a good boy." Wesley crooned.
Xander closed his eyes and groaned, no longer caring that they were in public.
"That´s right, Xan. Don´t think about them, just me. I´m the only one that matters, right, luv? You want to please me, don´t you, Xan?"
"Yessss."
"Down on your knees, luv." Wesley whispered
Xander immediately fell to the floor in front of Wesley.
"Take me out."
Xander unzipped Wesley, pulling out the wet, purple cock. He licked his lips in anticipation but waited for Wesley´s next command before moving further.
"Suck me."
Xander took Wesley into his mouth, suckling at the head. He grazed his teeth against the rigid flesh, then soothingly laved it with his tongue. He sank down on Wesley´s shaft slowly, just as he´d been taught, making sure to lick at the throbbing vein on the underside of Wesley´s cock. He´d finally learned to take all of Wesley in, humming as he dug his nose into Wesley´s wiry curls. Every twitch of Wesley´s cock, and every moan of approval sent Xander´s own arousal soaring. The pleasure he received from bringing Wesley to orgasm was always intense.
By now he sensed several people surrounding them, watching them. And he blushed. The sight must have been extremely contrary, a man eagerly lapping at another man´s cock and blushing all the while. But he couldn´t help it. And by the sounds of approval and the soft petting he received, Wesley enjoyed it.
"So good, luv. Such a good cock–sucker." Wesley knew Xander loved the dirty words, and used them to his advantage. "They´re watching you pleasure me, Xan. Do you like that? Does it make you feel dirty, Xan?" Wesley whispered as he guided Xander´s head back and forth over his cock. "You like them knowing that you belong to me? That I´m your Master?"
Wesley tugged at Xander´s hair, and Xander pulled off instantly. He brought Xander up for a kiss, tasting himself in Xander´s mouth. "Isn´t that right, luv? Tell them." He indicated the crowd. "Tell them who your Master is."
"You, Wesley. You’re my Master. I belong to you." Xander stated loudly enough for everyone to hear.
"Good boy."
Xander preened under Wesley´s praise.
"Now bend over, luv." Wesley unbuttoned Xander´s jeans, letting them fall to the floor, then pressed gently on Xander´s back. "Spread your legs, and hold yourself open for me."
A part of Xander was surprised to find both demons and men watching, while another part was secretly thrilled that Wesley would be taking him in such a way. The hold that Wesley had over him, his complete inability to resist, was in itself extremely arousing.
Xander found himself bent at the waist; his hands reaching back to spread open his ass cheeks. As instructed, he´d slicked his hole before they´d left Wesley´s apartment.
Instead of feeling Wesley´s silky smooth shaft impaling him, Xander felt a cold hand caress his ass cheek. He flinched a little at the coolness of the touch, which earned him a light slap from Wesley.
To his surprise, Wesley stood in front of him nodding at whomever had been behind, caressing him.
"Wesley?" Xander whimpered, confused.
"Shhh, luv, it´s all right. He´s just going to play. No one else gets to bugger you, but me. I´ve made that very clear."
Before Xander could answer, he felt a cold tongue swipe across his entrance and he shuddered. Without thought he pushed back against the sensation, seeking more.
"Does that feel good, Xan? Like his tongue against you? Want him inside you? Wriggling in your tight hole? Fucking you with his tongue?"
"Yes! Wesley, please. Master."
Xander felt more than saw Wesley nod again and then that cold wet muscle was inside him. He pushed back, groaning. Xander thrilled to the fact that he had no idea who was back there, taking him; demon or man, he had no way to know. Only that Wesley wanted it, and so it must be all right.
And then Wesley was prodding Xander´s mouth with the wet tip of his cock. Xander opened obediently, the dual sensation of having Wesley´s prick on his tongue, and a stranger rimming him almost pushed Xander over the edge but for the fact that he needed Wesley´s permission even for that. He slurped eagerly at Wesley´s shaft, trying to show with his enthusiasm how much he wanted to come.
Then suddenly Wesley was gone, and Xander moaned his disappointment. The tongue that had been probing him had also vanished and he waited, trembling with his ass cheeks still spread and ready.
Someone was behind him, holding his hips, caressing him. He felt a light kiss on his back, warm lips brushing along his spine. Then sweet words whispered in his ear, "I´m going to take you now, Alexander. I´m going to bugger you in front of everyone here. Show everyone that you´re mine." Then Wesley was inside him, his hard cock sliding smoothly into his tunnel.
"Yes! Wesley, yours, all yours." Xander chanted as Wesley pistoned into him. "Oh, God! Master, Master, Master."
Xander´s hands were beginning to ache from holding position for so long. And he was glad that Wesley was keeping hold of his hips to keep him from falling over with each hard thrust. He pushed back against Wesley wishing there were some way to take more of him.
Xander could hear the slap, slap of flesh on flesh as the men watching jerked their own erections as they watched. The thought of being live entertainment for the crowd titillated Xander even more.
Wesley was crying out behind him, and Xander felt his Master´s cock swelling inside of him. The warm spray of cum filled his ass. Xander felt like sobbing, his own cock was an angry red, achingly sensitive with it´s prolonged denial for release.
But then Wesley´s hand wrapped around him, and his Master´s voice sounded in Xander´s ear, "Come."
And Xander did. Collapsing almost immediately after into his Master´s arms.
The End
