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story and make no profit from it.
Summary: A mysterious carnival appears on the outskirts of Sunnydale.
Despite the sudden disappearance of townspeople and pets, Xander is
intrigued and wants a closer look. What he gets is more than he could
This story is based on a suggested story idea from the lovely Mystic Oblivion.
As always, thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for the banners that put the perfect
visual to my words.
No words had been spoken on the short trip back to Spike's tent.
If any bystander thought it odd that the dangerous looking older
carny was manhandling the boy roughly, no one stepped forward
to offer assistance or intervene.
The populace of this corner of the world wisely subscribed to the theory
of 'see no evil, hear no evil.' that assured continued personal survival.
When they arrived, Xander was shoved through the half open tent flap
where he stumbled and fell back, landing painfully on his butt.
"Ow. Shit. Don't be so mean. Hey, what the heck was she talking about?
Who was she? Can she really tell the future? What the hell is up with this
'pet' business. Am I the one? I don't see how I could be. I don't feel like....."
Spike stood directly over the babbling idiot he was apparently stuck with.
He couldn't imaging how he was going to be able to train this blathering
idiot without beating him to death first.
In an attempt to control himself, Spike took a step back and an unneeded
breath. He kept his voice low.
"Get up. Before we are going to have any sort of conversation, there is one
other pending matter. The issue of a spanking for your disobedience."
Xander's eyes got big and his mouth fell silent as he scooted, crablike, away
from the angry vampire. Finally, in a meek, mouseish voice, he squeaked,
"You can't do that. You aren't allowed to hit me. It's like assault or something.
It's against the law."
Even as he said it, Xander understood how ridiculous he sounded. Spike
was above the law. If he had spent centuries killing and eating the population,
who would prevent him or punish him for beating one unimportant teenager.
Spike's jaw muscle twitched.
"I said get up. If you continue to disobey me, it will only be worse."
Xander climbed to his feet. He was in a no win situation and knew from years
with his father that silent acceptance was the key to self preservation. He
immediately hung his head and whispered.
Spike's eyebrows went straight to his hairline. It appeared that someone
else had already attempted to train the boy. Spike resolved to discern
who and break any ties of ownership the other party may claim.
"Pull down your pants, Xander."
Xander swallowed the knot in his throat. His hands quickly fumbled with
his John Deere belt buckle, his jeans button and finally his shaking fingers
tugged down the zipper.
It was all Spike could do not to moan his appreciation at the sight and smell
of the frightened boy's compliance. He could feel the stolen blood in his
body rushing to his cock, causing it to stir in his tight denims.
"Boxers too. I want to see that bare arse."
Xander fought back the tears. He hadn't been whipped and humiliated like
this in years. Somehow, he thought Spike wouldn't do this to him. He stood,
eyes cast downward, cock soft and shriveled, and he waited.
Spike pulled out one of the small wooden kitchen chairs and he sat down.
"Come here boy and lay over my lap."
Xander glanced up in surprise. He had expected a strap or a piece of
wood to be cracked against his skin, but he never thought Spike would demand
this. Xander eased forward. He felt foolish. In size he was much bigger than
the vampire. In stature, they were reversed. When he was next to Spike's
legs, Xander's cock jerked.
Quickly the vampire grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him down. Xander lost
balance and fell over, landing on Spike's lap, his half hard erection trapped
between Spike's knees.
Immediately, Spike squeezed his knees together, trapping and offering a
small bit of delicious pressure to Xander's now rigid erection. Xander groaned
and tried to hump, gain friction and fuck the vampire's legs.
In a flash, Spike's hand came down with a crack, leaving a bright red
hand print on Xander's butt cheek. The agonizing zing shot through the boy's
body and exploded in colorful sparks behind his eyelids, causing every
muscle to brace.
Before he could shout, it was followed by four more. A flurry of pain that
rushed over him, consumed him and only served to make his hard on leak
and ooze against Spike's leg. Xander gripped Spike's legs and he held on.
It was all he could say. He wanted to beg, but wasn't sure for what. He
wanted the pain to stop but at the same time he knew if it continued, he would
cum from the spanking alone. Every time the cold hand struck him, the lightning
shot from his ass through his bowels, pooling in his nuts and cock.
It was overpowering. It was need. It was addictive.
Spike too knew that if this didn't stop soon, he would cum in his pants like
a school lad. The feel of his pet, naked, hard, dripping and whining was
the most erotic thing he had known in years. He couldn't wait. The need
to bite and fuck and own this hot wriggling flesh was incredible.
Spike knew he was weakening. It was not time to claim him yet and if
he didn't quit now, he could not be held responsible for what he did.
He gave the boy two more smacks and prepared to lecture him when the
boy went rigid. He gripped Spike's knees and he humped erratically, cumming
and shooting hot wet streams down the insides of Spike's legs.
Spike froze. He stared at the red, sore ass cheeks as they flexed and squeezed
each time Xander shot a wad and Spike moaned, imagining how good it
was going to feel when his hard cock was buried deeply in that tight hole.
Quickly, he ignored his own raging hard on and he again adopted his
image of total control. He shoved Xander off his lap and shook his finger
at the sheepish smile.
"You do NOT cum without permission! Look at the fucking mess you made
on me! I should make you lick this off. You have a lot of training to learn, boy!"
Xander slumped back boneless and content.