TRIPPING 4
by
Maz
Spike eased
back into the body below him. The first orgasm had taken the edge off and this
was just for him. He was going to get his revenge on the little cock sucker for
his earlier selfishness. Thrall had never been one of his party tricks, it was
more Dru's bag, but with a subject already primed he knew he could make it
work. He thrust slowly in, keeping it gentle, maintaining the connection
through his voice, pulled out until only the head was left inside and pushed in
again just as slowly. He lay his weight on Xander's back and rocked slightly,
enjoying the feeling of a firm, warm channel around him. Oh yes, he could do
this for hours. Bring the boy close, then pull him back. He'd have him begging
for release. He was so suggestible, there was no danger the thrall wouldn't
take. Spike would get his hooks in and then... there would be no escape for
Xander, because he wouldn't want to escape. He would beg for the bite too.
He pushed
himself up to kneel, hauling Xander with him by his hips, so his cock now
dangled in the air. He pulled the pillow away and resumed his slow torture.
Using Xander's hips for leverage he pushed in and pulled out. The boy's
forehead was resting on the bed, his bound wrists stretched out in font of him.
He turned his head and Spike could now hear what he was murmuring in response
to Spike's slow impalement and whispered words of encouragement.
"Yes,
Master. Anything, Master. Use me for your pleasure and throw me away. Or keep
me and I'll serve you. Please, Master. Anything. Everything, Master. I'm yours,
Master. Please."
Spike smiled.
Seemed like he'd accidentally hit a powerful kink. That was a lucky accident,
it would combine with the thrall to strengthen Spike's hold on the kid's mind.
He wondered where the child thought he was. He wondered how he would react when
he came down from his high and remembered this. That could be fun too. Without
intending it he found himself speeding up his thrusts, pushing in harder as
Xander's words triggered his own fantasies.
Suddenly he
decided he wanted more participation here - the boy was still being selfish,
still hiding away in his own world and Spike was not a part of it. He would
know who Spike was. He would know and acknowledge him. Pulling out, ignoring
the groan of protest, he flipped Xander over onto his back. Pushing his legs
back against his chest, Spike slid in again. He leaned forwards, so Xander's
legs were held in the crook of his arms and began to thrust more strongly.
Xander's eyes
shot wide open and focussed on the face above him. "Master?" he
asked.
"Oh,
yeah," said Spike. "I'm your Master, who you fantasise about in y'bed
at night. See me. Know me." Xander's heart rate accelerated and Spike
could almost feel the panic building. "I am your Master," he said
firmly, pushing the thrall. "You belong to me. You will do as I say. You
will relax. Feel me." He changed his angle slightly and rubbed his length
across Xander's prostate. "Feel how good it is," he said.
Xander's eyes
lost focus for a moment, then snapped back to meet his own and now he was
relaxed. "Blue, blue, sky-blue eyes. So pretty," he said.
Spike decided
to disregard this evidence of imbecility and continued to brush Xander's hot
spot. "Who am I, boy?" he asked.
"Spike,"
Xander gasped.
Spike felt the
thrall taking hold, slipping into the deep places in Xander's brain, bedding in
comfortably as if filling a hole that had been waiting to be occupied. Oh, this
was good. He'd never managed such a natural thrall before. "Who am I in
your dreams?" he asked.
"My
Master."
That deserved
a reward. "Good Boy. Yes. I'm your Master." He looked deeply into
wide, brown eyes, seeing the relaxed acceptance in the small smile that hovered
on the verge of becoming a laugh. Nearly there. "Are you still high? Let's
check." Turning his head he bit lightly into Xander's thigh taking a small
sip. Yes, still a little high, but safe now and on his way down. Almost ready
to be the main course of this sexual banquet. As soon as Spike finished off
here.
Xander cried out as Spike bit. "Oh, God. Oh, God... that's amazing." He threw his bound arms above his head and stretched his neck back in apparent invitation.