SECRETS
AND DISCOVERIES
by
Edibbea
Notes
After their shower, Spike showed Xander how to clip the hair short and then use the depilatory wax strips on himself, having first rubbed in a herbal gel that deadened the stinging somewhat. Xander kept giggling as Spike carefully depilated him, feeling absolutely ridiculous, but had to admit that the sensation of smoothness around his normally very hairy nether regions was extremely sensual. His chest and underarm hair went as well, but Spike felt that was as far as it needed to go, for which Xander was extremely grateful.
"We've done the hard bit now, pet. It's easy to keep yourself this way now you've done it once." Xander didn't look convinced, but Spike just grinned and announced that it was lunchtime.
The rest of Friday afternoon was spent sprawled on the couch idly channel surfing, cuddling and chatting. About 6 in the evening, Spike headed to the kitchen, brought out some lasagne and salad for Xander, and a mug of blood for himself. He then poured them each a glass of red wine, and raised his glass, inviting Xander to do the same. They clinked glasses, and Spike said, "To us." Xander repeated his words, and they sipped the wine, Xander a little uncertainly, but enjoying it after a while as a warm glow suffused him. He really wasn't a wine drinker, but the second glass was doing pleasant things to his body, making him feel relaxed. Xander's attention was caught by something on the TV, and he didn't notice Spike leave the room.
Suddenly the TV was turned off. Xander turned his head to see Spike standing just behind him. "It's time," he said. Xander got up from the couch, fighting down the cloud of butterflies that had apparently taken up residence in his stomach, and followed Spike to their bedroom.
"Strip." Xander started taking his clothes off, wondering why he had a hand full of thumbs now when they worked perfectly well earlier on. He finally managed to get all his clothes off, and jammed them into the clothes hamper. Spike walked up to him, and ran his hand down his back, leaning in to kiss him lightly on the lips. "It's OK to be nervous, pet. Big step. But there's nothing to be worried about. I won't do anything you don't want. Well, I can't do anything you don't want, but I wouldn't anyway, you do know that, don't you?"
Xander nodded. "I know that, Spike. I'm not worried about that, wiggy as that sounds, 'cos I should be, shouldn't I? But I'm not. Can we... can we run over the rules and, like stuff, 'cos I'm sort of blanking out here." Spike smiled at him.
"Tonight's a sort of trial run, Xan. I'll walk and talk you through everything, just so you feel comfortable in there." Seeing Xander's face fall a little, he continued, "We will play tonight, but there'll be no punishment for failure to obey the rules, OK?" Xander's turn to smile.
"Right then, let's get started. OK, Xan. You'll strip in here, and put on this robe. When you enter the dungeon, you'll take it off immediately and hang it by the door." Spike led the way, and they walked into the room. Xander slipped off the robe and hung it on one of the brass hooks that hung in the tiny hall. He then following Spike, through the dungeon, to the bathroom at the far end. The lights came on automatically here, too. Xander knew that Spike must have been in here earlier. There was a number of leather... things on the bathroom cabinet, and a large bottle of lube. Xander spent the next half an hour feeling extremely embarrassed as Spike gave him a practical demonstration on how to clean and lubricate himself in preparation for his lover.
"You'll do this as soon as you enter the room, Xan, don't forget. And make sure you lubricate yourself well. Once you're ready, you need to stroke yourself until you're hard, then put on this cock ring. I'll show you how to do that now, but it's not difficult." Spike stroked Xander until he was fully erect, and then slipped one leather band around his balls, and the other around the base of his cock, and demonstrated how to fit it tightly enough to prevent ejaculation. He then removed it, and Xander replaced it himself, getting it right on his second try. "That's good, pet. Now loosen it off a little. It's only for decoration at the moment. You can't wear it tightly for too long without causing some damage. I'll tighten it myself when the time comes."
Spike then indicated five sturdy leather bands, 4 quite wide, and one fairly narrow, that were lying on the bathroom cabinet. "You'll put these on, too. Two around your ankles, two around your wrists, and the thin one around your neck. I'll do it tonight, but they shouldn't be any harder to put on yourself than a watch band." The leather cuffs were padded, and were very sturdily fastened with 3 buckles each, and each cuff had a large 'D' ring set in it. Xander felt his heart begin to race when he realised why. The leather collar only had the one buckle, but it, too, had a 'D' ring set in it. Spike stood back and looked at Xander. "Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful," he said. Xander smiled shyly, and then gasped in surprise when he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. "Something special, eh, pet?" said Spike, noticing Xander gazing at himself. Words totally failed Xander at this point, so Spike simply stood and watched him watching himself in the mirror. Xander smiled, and turned to Spike. "Ready?" asked Spike. "Yeah, ready," answered Xander, taking a deep, calming breath. "Let's go, then."
Spike led the way out of the bathroom, and into the dungeon. He indicated the square marked out in the centre of the floor, and Xander knelt down, facing the dungeon's main entrance. "You kneel up, pet, not resting on your heels. Keep your knees apart, and cross your wrists behind you, like so," he said, as he positioned Xander. "Lower your eyes, and wait in this position for me. When I come back, we will begin. You will kiss my boots at the beginning of our session here, and at the end. That is the first and last act of our session. I have to go and get ready. I won't be long." And with that, Spike left Xander kneeling in the centre of the room.
Spike stripped as he entered the bedroom, and roughly pumped at his erection. It only took a minute or two before he came. Helping Xander prepare for him, and then seeing him take up the submissive position in the middle of the dungeon, had pushed Spike to the edge of orgasm. He quickly showered, and then rubbed baby oil over his chest and arms. Spike then slipped into his black leather pants and boots, and put on heavy black leather and steel bracelets. Have to look the part, he thought to himself.
Meanwhile, Xander was growing more and more nervous, kneeling in the middle of the dungeon. Despite Spike's instructions, he had sneaked peeks around him, and his gaze settled on the whipping posts, clamps, leather whips and dildos displayed around the room. His imagination was running riot, and he was desperately aroused, whilst at the same time feeling really, really apprehensive. He wished Spike would just come in and get it over with - whatever *it* was. Luckily, he was gazing down at the floor when he heard the door open. He stiffened, and waited. He heard Spike walking towards him, closer and closer. Then... "Look at me, pet." Xander raised his eyes. Guh! Spike in tight leather, his carved chest and biceps glistening in the flickering electric candlelight that lit the room. What was that phrase? Oh, yeah - sex on a stick. Xander's arousal ratcheted up another notch.
"Close your mouth, pet. We're not ready for that yet," said Spike in amusement. Xander snapped his mouth shut. Spike walked around him slowly, as though he hadn't seen him just ten minutes before.
"I will check to make sure that you have obeyed my instructions when I first enter this room, Xander. I know you have this evening, because I supervised you. And next time you disobey me by taking your eyes off the floor once you are in position, you *will* be punished, understand?"
Xander nodded, not even questioning how Spike knew. Spike stood directly in front of Xander, who leaned forward and placed a kiss on the toe of each boot. "Good boy. Now stand up, pet. We're going on a little sight-seeing tour." Spike had smelled the tang of fear as he entered the room, and figured that Xander had knelt there staring at the various items and working himself up. As much as Xander wanted this, it was completely unknown territory to him. So apprehension was to be expected. Having a look at everything might take that edge away a little. But only a little - Spike liked the slight edge of fear. He just didn't want Xander going over the top and possibly triggering the chip.
As they walked around the room, Spike explained what the various pieces of equipment were, and what they could be used for. He felt Xander's nervousness begin to dissipate a little, and instructed Xander to say no to any piece of equipment or item that he definitely had no interest in. The whips were a no, so was anything but the softest flogger. Any sort of hood, blindfold and the ballgag - in fact, any type of gag were given a definite veto. Everything else was viewed in verbal silence, although Xander's body was speaking volumes to Spike. He picked up Xander's wave of fear at the thought of sensory deprivation, and felt he could live with that. But even though Xander had said no to the whips, his body had screamed yes. And when Spike had talked about the sling, Xander's hasty dismissal of one of its uses also sounded a false note. But Spike put his thoughts away for later consideration. Now it was time for his boy.
Spike walked Xander back to the centre of the room and stood in front of him, kissing him gently. "OK, pet. You ready for a trial run?" Xander swallowed hard and nodded. "You have to speak when I ask you a direct question, pet," he said. Xander licked his lips, then said, "Yes, Spi... Master Spike." Spike smiled. "Good boy." He walked over to a bank of switches set in a wooden plinth just off the centre of the room. He pressed a button, and a trapeze lowered from the ceiling, stopping at waist height. He walked back to Xander.
"Spread your arms out in front of you." Spike attached the clips on either end of the bar to the rings set in Xander's cuffs. He then walked back to the plinth and raised the bar until Xander's arms were hanging loosely above his head. He then walked back to Xander. "Spread your legs, pet," he said, and as Xander complied, he attached the leg cuffs to chains set in the floor. Xander was now spread-eagled, and Spike raised the bar further, just high enough to give the muscles a little burn and stretch. "Beautiful," he said softly. He could smell the arousal pouring from Xander at simply being restrained. Just try out one or two things, fuck his boy senseless; that would be enough for tonight, Spike thought.
Spike opened the cupboard that held the nipple clamps, picked up two of the wooden screw-clamps, and returned to his pet. He began to suck and lick at Xander's nipples, making the man groan in pleasure. As Xander's nipples hardened, Spike began to pinch and roll them. He then pinched one between his thumb and forefinger, and put on the nipple clamp. Xander groaned as Spike tightened it. He groaned even louder as Spike repeated the operation on the other nipple. Spike then flicked the clamps, causing Xander to bite down hard on his bottom lip. Spike began to lightly stroke Xander's cock and balls as he toyed with the clamps, so that Xander was hissing with pain and groaning with pleasure simultaneously. After a few minutes, Spike stopped. Can't leave the clamps on for too long, especially the first time, he thought. He unscrewed the left nipple clamp, and removed it. Xander gasped at the pain as the circulation returned. Spike licked and sucked at the nipple, and then removed the other clamp, licking and sucking that nipple too, as Xander moaned in pain. "Sore, pet?" asked Spike. Xander nodded, and swallowed hard. Spike walked over to the bar and brought back a sipper bottle of water, giving Xander a drink of water. "Better, pet?" "Yeah, thanks," croaked Xander. Spike nodded, and put down the water bottle.
Spike returned to the cupboard, and took out a soft, suede flogger. It wouldn't hurt much at all, to begin with, but the burn gradually built up. It was the ideal way to start. He walked back to Xander, and trailed the soft suede tails slowly over his chest and his cock. Xander moaned; Spike reached down and tightened his cock ring, then he walked around behind Xander. Spike trailed the flogger lightly over Xander's back, and then swung it at this butt, fairly lightly, establishing a good rhythm. After a couple of minutes of this, Xander had begun groaning again, and his butt cheeks were turning pink. Spike stopped to admire his handiwork, then he turned his attention to the shoulders, flogging Xander at a steady, easy pace. The skin there began to redden, and Xander's breathing grew harsh as he panted through the burning sensation that was slowly building. Spike returned to flogging his backside, not stopping until the cheeks were quite red. Xander was now gasping and moaning steadily. Spike walked to the cupboard, and put the flogger back on the shelf. He picked up the tube of lube he'd put next to the flogger and tucked it in his pocket. Spike gazed at Xander; he was a vision - his eyes closed, his breathing ragged, his cock an angry purple and steadily dripping. Spike couldn't remember ever seeing anything as beautiful in his life. He knelt in front of Xander, and delicately licked at the glistening cock, swirling his tongue around the head, and running his fingers over the smooth balls and further back, to tease his hole. Xander was trembling now, broken pleas falling from his lips. Spike stood, and then walked behind him. He unzipped his pants, pushed them down slightly, and lubricated his cock. He threw the tube to the floor, and pressed himself against Xander's back, wrapping his arms around his waist. "You've been a very good boy, pet, and now I'm going to fuck you. Because you've been so good, you get to come when I do. But not before. Understand?" Xander nodded, and Spike could hear his heart stutter at the words.
Spike spread Xander's hot, red cheeks open with his hands, placed the head of his cock at the puckered entrance, and buried himself into the prepared hole in one, hard thrust. Xander cried out, and Spike gripped his hips firmly, holding him still for a moment. Holding firmly onto Xander's hips, Spike began thrusting in a punishing rhythm, angling himself to hit Xander's prostate as often as possible. Xander was shuddering and gasping now and Spike felt himself getting close. Just before his climax hit, he reached around with one hand and began fisting Xander's cock. Spike slipped into game face; taking Xander like this was making him lose control, and as his orgasm hit, he sank his fangs into Xander's neck. He slipped his hand around to loosen the cock ring, and immediately Xander howled, spasmed, and spurted his climax over Spike's hand. They stayed locked together for several minutes, but Spike only drank a little. He just wanted Xander to feel his fangs in his throat. Finally he withdrew them, and drew a sharp fang across his wrist, which he then pressed to Xander's mouth. "Drink, pet," he ordered, and Xander sucked at the wound for a minute or two. Spike felt his cock hardening again inside his pet's body as the blood was sucked from his wrist. He slowly pulled his arm away from Xander's mouth as he began to leisurely fuck his sweet pet again. The sensation of the slow push and pull against his prostate soon had Xander erect. Spike started to speed his thrusts, fucking him hard but refusing to touch his cock. By the time Spike came for the second time, Xander was babbling and begging.
Spike pulled out of his pet, grabbed a wet washcloth from the pile of linen placed discreetly behind the plinth, and wiped himself carefully. He then lowered the bar and released Xander, who slipped to his knees. Spike unchained Xander's hands, and then told him to cross his wrists behind him again. Spike then clipped the cuffs together. Xander's feet were still chained so that he was spread open, his knees wide apart. Spike stood in front of Xander and said, "Open your mouth. I want you to suck me." Xander faltered a little - Spike had just been fucking him up the... Spike grabbed a handful of Xander's hair and pulled his head back roughly, to look into his eyes. "You're clean inside, pet. And don't ever hesitate when I tell you to do something again. Understand?" Xander swallowed hard, and said "Y... yes, Master Spike." "Good, pet. Now suck me. Make me nice and hard, and maybe we'll do something about that," he said, gesturing towards Xander's hard cock. Xander opened his mouth and began to lave the cock in front of him, which had already begun to harden again. He sucked hard on the head, swirled his tongue around, and bobbed his head up and down, until Spike was satisfied with the results. He then reached down and unchained Xander's legs. "Stay in position, pet. We haven't finished yet," he ordered. Spike then walked around Xander and knelt between his spread legs. He positioned the head of his cock at Xander's entrance, and said, "Take me in, pet." Xander pushed down until the head popped in, and then let gravity assist as he sank down until he was sitting on Spike's lap, with the hard cock buried in him up to the hilt. He leant back against the cool chest, and Spike could feel his heart racing. "Fuck yourself on me, Xander." Xander began to raise and lower his body, impaling himself over and over. Spike moved slightly, and suddenly Xander was seeing stars as the new angle allowed Spike's cock to hit his prostate on each stroke. Xander was growing frantic with need. Spike wrapped an arm around Xander and began fisting his cock. "Spike, please, Master, I need to come now, please..." "Come for me, pet," whispered Spike, and Xander slammed down hard, pulsing and clenching around Spike's cock as he came. He was still shuddering and sparks were still flying through him as Spike pushed him forwards, onto his chest, grabbed his shoulders and pounded into him until he came, grunting and flooding Xander once again with his cool essence. Spike wrapped his arms around Xander and pulled them both back into a sitting position, Spike still buried inside his boy. They sat there panting for a minute or two, and then Spike released Xander's wrists. "Kneel up, pet," said Spike, and once he slipped out of the warm passage, he reached over and grabbed a couple of towels, roughly wiping them both off.
Xander was totally wiped out. Spike picked him up and carried him back to their bedroom. He took off the cuffs and collar, and tucked Xander into bed. He was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Spike kissed him gently, smoothing his hair off his forehead, then headed back to clean up the dungeon. Their first scene had gone better than Spike had expected, and this time he would clean up.
*****
Once Spike had finished tidying up, and checked that Xander was still sleeping, he headed for the study and turned on the computer. He knew that he cared about the boy, well, been obsessed by him was probably closer to the mark, but he'd never expected to fall so hard for him. Seduce him, take him, make him his pet - all these things were in the plan. Falling in love with him hadn't crossed his mind. But it bloody well should have. All the signs were there. Ah well, no use crying over spilt milk. The boy was also in love with him, so that made things easier, in some ways. And a lot harder in others... Spike sniggered to himself at the double entendre. The Slayer and her minions were going to cause a lot of grief when they found out about this. And Spike had no doubt that they would, one way or another.
He had one major advantage, however. The Slayer saw him as a defanged demon, essentially harmless and useless. The term 'Master Vampire" meant little more to her than a vamp who'd been around a long time. Rupert should have known better, but he tended to take Spike on face value, and Spike had been very careful to present the face he wanted them to see. A Master in the House of Aurelius was a very powerful thing to be. He already had a network of demons and vampires working on the chip problem, even if it was purely out of self-interest on the part of some of them. An electro-magnetic pulse seemed to be the best option they had come up with so far, and he was going on-line to see what the latest information was. And then he was going back to bed. To Xander.
Xander. Spike really didn't want to think too hard about what had happened in the dungeon, when Xander had indicated what he did and didn't want. But his demon knew what the problem was, and it was screaming with rage. He could bite and feed from Xan, but only at the point of climax. And Spike had a feeling that he was already skirting the limits of the amount of pain he could inflict on Xander as far as the chip was concerned. Xander's willingness would only take them so far. His boy wanted to explore his limits, that much was obvious from his unconscious reactions. But he had denied that, knowing that Spike couldn't do it. Spike was pacing the office by this time, and slammed his fist into the wall, smashing a hole in the panelling. Damn this fucking chip! He hadn't been in too much of a hurry about getting it out, prepared to wait and see what his minions came up with. But he'd waited long enough. He sat back down at the computer and began to type.
*****
Several very productive hours later, Spike quietly entered the bedroom, stripped, and climbed in bed next to his boy. Xander stirred, and snuggled closer to the cool body next to him.
"Hey, Spike," he said, sleepily, and laid a gentle kiss on the vampire's lips.
"Back on solid ground again, pet?" asked Spike.
"Yeah. Wow, Spike. That was just..." Xander shook his head, as he couldn't find the words he wanted. Mindblowing was a good word. "It was mindblowing, Spike. When you chained me up, and I couldn't move... You could do anything you wanted to me, and I knew I should have been freaking but... I felt safe. And I felt free." There was a note of wonder in Xander's voice.
"That's what it's all about, pet," said Spike, softly.
"I can't describe it, Spike, but when you... y'know, with the clamps and the whip thing and then, when you... I sorta... I started to zone out. And it was really, really good."
"And it gets better, Xan. You'll be flying before long." Spike noticed Xander trying to hide a yawn. "C'mon, pet, let's get some sleep. It's been a busy day." He cradled Xander in his arms, revelling in the warmth as they both drifted off to sleep.
*****
Spike woke to the very pleasant feeling of something warm and wet wrapped around his cock. He looked down to see Xander's head bobbing up and down at his crotch. Xander looked up, and let the cock slip out of his mouth with a soft 'pop'. He crawled up Spike's body, and kissed him. "Good morning, sleepy vampire."
"Good morning to you, horny human."
"Not the only one horny here, Spike."
"Well not now, no."
"Think I should do something about that, 'cos I caused it in the first place?"
"Hmmm, yeah, I definitely think you should," said Spike, and he wrapped his arms around Xander and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss deepened, and they began thrusting against each other. But Xander had other ideas. He pulled away from Spike, and began to kiss his way back down to his cock. He began sucking it again, making it as wet with saliva as he could. He then straddled Spike, and placed the head at his entrance.
Xander began bearing down, and the head of Spike's cock popped through the ring of muscle. Xander held still for a moment, and then gradually slid down until Spike was completely buried inside him. He then began to raise and lower his body, gradually getting faster and faster. Spike tried to stay still, but found himself thrusting upwards helplessly.
"Good, Spike?" Xander gasped.
"God yeah, ride me, pet. Oh, fuck, yeah!" Spike exclaimed as Xander began to slam himself down on Spike's cock. "Pull yourself, pet. I wanna see you come," gasped Spike, feeling his climax thundering down on him. He grabbed Xander's hips and slammed into him erratically before pouring his orgasm into the tight, warm passage. As he lay there shuddering, he felt Xander's muscles spasm around him tightly as warm semen spurted over his belly and chest. Xander collapsed forward onto Spike, gasping and panting. They lay quietly in each other's arms for a few minutes, until Xander was sufficiently recovered to suggest a nice, hot shower.
"Good idea, pet. Then breakfast, I think. I have a feeling we're going to need the energy today," said Spike, grinning.