Rating: Adults only!
Disclaimer: All Joss and Co.'s. Only the kink is mine!
Warning: Possible puppet abuse!
Description: Revenge is a dish best taken cold!
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~Part: 1~
"So even if he changes back, these chains will hold him?"
"Oh yes, they are magically enhanced. When he transforms, so will the manacles."
"Ha! So the pouf will be my plaything! How much better can unlife get?"
"So I can take the car now?"
Spike felt a small pang as he thought of the Viper. He was really going to miss that hot little car. But there were compensations. His Sire, still under the puppet mojo, restrained and at his mercy. He was rock hard just thinking about it.
"Yeah, take the car." Spike threw the demon the keys to the Viper. It had been the deal he made with the demon, skilled in magicks, to magically restrain the felt puppet that was his Sire. Spike could have overpowered the puppet, but any restraints he used on him would not hold the brooding bugger after he changed back to his vampire state.
"Thanks!" The demon grinned, showing two rows of needle-sharp teeth. Then he was gone, no doubt to enjoy the hot new car.
Spike regarded the puppet. He had stripped his felt sire, chaining him face down on the bed. The little puppet ass was revealed in all it's glory, and to Spike's satisfaction it was quite anatomically correct. That little pucker just begged to be fucked!
And his Sire's cock! Spike had roared at the little felt penis, a far cry from the brute of a cock his non-puppet Sire had dangling between his legs.
Even Spike, truth be told, could not bring himself to fuck the puppet's hole. True, he could rip that little hole apart, causing the poncy bugger a LOT of pain when he woke up or transformed, whichever came first, but he decided it had an ick-factor and he would wait until his ponce of a Sire regained his normal state, which according to Wesley should be imminent. Angel had already spent three days as a puppet, and everyone was getting tired of the wee little puppet man's over-reaction to everything.
The Sire-Puppet stirred, returning consciousness bringing only confusion. He tried to talk, but all that emerged through the gag in his puppet mouth was a muffled whine.
Spike snickered, and the Sire-Puppet reacted to the sound, his head twisting a little, trying to find the source of the sound.
"So you're back, Sire."
The Sire-Puppet froze. He had been restrained on his front, and he could not turn his little puppet head far enough to see his annoying Childe, who stood at the foot of the bed in all his leather-coated glory.
Angel tried to kick his little puppet legs, but they were too tightly restrained. He realised that he was helpless and at his Childe's mercy.with his poor little puppet ass almost begging `come fuck me.' He had been in some dire situations in his two-hundred plus years, but this was as calamitous as it got for his puppet-heightened excitability factor.
Shit!
~Part: 2~
Spike went to his fridge and grabbed a beer. Lighting a cigarette, he returned to his crappy bedroom and pulled up a chair, watching his Puppet-Sire for any signs of a transformation.
Nope, the poncy little bugger still lay there, his little puppet ass still on display for his Childe's entertainment.
"When you gonna change back, you plush pouf? Gettin' tired of waiting to teach you a long-overdue lesson."
Puppet-Angel tried to speak again, but his little felt body quivered with frustration when no words got past his gag.
Spike chuckled. He was bored. The wait was becoming unbearable.
"Oh fuck this!" He leapt up and flung open the lid of the toy box he kept under the bed for just such an eventuality. Rifling through the contents, he yelped with anticipation when he found a dildo with nice knobbles on it.
Grinning evilly, he approached his restrained, Puppetised Sire. "Hope you're as bored as me, mate." Without preamble, Spike thrust the knobbly dildo into the inviting Puppet anus, thrusting it hard.
Puppet Angel howled as his little felt hole was abused, making Spike smirk and thrust harder. Even if the old pouf enjoyed the dildo in his Puppet-hole, he wasn't going to come any time soon. The leather sheath around his little Puppet cock would see to that. And as a bonus, Spike had been assured that the sheath would get bigger the moment Angel transformed. Well, he hoped not that big.
There was a blinding flash of light causing Spike to reel backwards. When the after image of the light had left his retina, he stared at the bed in wonder.
There, in all his pale glory lay his Sire, miraculously transformed from an annoying little Puppet-Sire to the wonderful hunk of Vampire that Spike both loved and hated.
The knobbly dildo that had looked so huge sticking out of the Puppet anus, now looked completely pathetic poking out of Angel's delectable Vampire hole. The poncy bugger probably couldn't even feel it.
And the chains! The demon had been right; the restraints had magickally transformed just as his Sire had, and held the gorgeous Vampire every bit as secure as they had held the Puppet-Angel.
"Fuckin' A." Spike grinned. "Someone down there must really love me!"
~Part: 3~
Spike stood over his Sire, marvelling at the beautiful flesh spread before him like a canvas awaiting an artist's brush. There was already a splash of colour on that canvas; the blood that trickled down over his buttocks from the dildo that had been shoved into Angel's puppet ass.
Angel looked up at Spike awkwardly from his position face down on Spike's bed. He saw the anticipation in his Childe's eyes, and knew what was coming.
"I almost miss that wee little puppet man." Spike mused. "Don't miss the whining and the tantrums, mind. That's worth a beating all on its own."
Angel's eyes followed Spike as he returned to his toy box, flinching when he returned with a huge metal dildo with studs all over it. Spike pulled the puny phallus that had filled the puppet anus from his Sire, and without using any lube thrust the monster into Angel's already bleeding hole.
Angel grunted with pain, though the blood made it a little less painful by acting as lubrication. He still wanted to scream, but the gag stopped him. He took several unneeded breaths as he got used to the enormous phallus invading his asshole, was not surprised by the feelings of arousal that being so full of it gave him, but groaned as he realised his cock was tightly constrained by something stiff and unyielding.
He heard sounds behind him, trying to turn his head to see what his irritating and irreverent Childe was up to.
Spike came around to stand within his Sire's field of vision. He had a cane in his right hand, which he slapped against his left palm several times, his eyes almost glazed with an anticipatory gleam.
"Finally got me old Sire right where I want him." He smirked. "How does it feel to have something shoved up your anus? Bet that hasn't happened since the your fucking Grandsire, old Bat Face himself, shagged you senseless when you were a young fledge. I know how that feels, but you know that, don't you? Poncy old bugger that you were then. Bet that bitch Darla gave it to you a few times, too. I saw the strap-ons she liked to collect. My, there were some big fuckers in that collection!"
Without warning, Spike swung the cane, his aim perfect as he not only brought a delicious red line out on Angel's ass cheeks, he also pushed the dildo in further as he caught the end.
Angel hissed in pain around the gag.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Spike brought the cane down again, this time catching his Sire across the buttocks. Another lovely red line appeared in the ivory flesh. "It's payback time, Sire. You didn't think you were going to get away with what you did to me back in the day, did you?"
~Part: 4~
Spike marvelled at the criss-cross pattern of red lines he had brought forth on his Sire's back and ass. The contrast with the beautiful pale flesh was so pretty Spike could hardly bear the tightness in his pants as his throbbing erection protested against its confinement.
Not yet, he thought to himself. He wasn't finished with his Sire's punishment yet.
Angel moaned around the gag that filled his mouth. Spike was amazingly adept with a cane and his back and buttocks throbbed with the heat of borrowed blood brought to the surface. It may have been intended as a punishment, but as pleasure/pain went it left him seriously wanting more. Each time his annoying Childe had hit the end of the dildo sticking out of his ass it had pushed the monster deliciously against his prostate, inflaming him still further. He was desperate for Spike to fill his hole with his cold cock and shag him senseless.
He heard Spike move away again. When he returned, he deftly flipped his Sire over onto his back, the chains that held his wrists and ankles secure twisting and tightening.
Angel hissed through the gag. The dildo was pushed into his ass again as he came to rest on his sore back and buttocks, and he looked up to see Spike grinning widely.
"Oh Sire, what a pretty sight you are!" Spike said in delight. "And your poor cock, all throbbing and needy in that nasty tight sheath!" Spike grinned wickedly as he bent over his restrained Sire's body. He hid what he was doing from Angel's sight. When he had finished he was giggling almost hysterically. "There! Such a pretty thing!"
Angel lifted his head to see what Spike had done. He saw the stiff black leather that bound his throbbing cock and the pretty bow of red ribbon that his fucking Childe had tied around it. His head fell back, and he closed his eyes in humiliation; this only served to get him hotter for Spike. He had spent so many years brooding and flagellating himself for all the horrors that he had committed as Angelus that he had become submissive and masochistic.
And he loved it!
Spike picked up something else from the edge of the bed. Moving up his Sire's body to his chest, he began pinching a nipple, eliciting another moan of need from Angel. When the little nub was erect he thrust a darning needle through it, and Angel's hips bucked upward involuntarily. The same happened when Spike pierced the other nipple in the same way.
"Oooh! Sire, you love that! You poncy old bugger!"
Angel looked up at him, his dark eyes almost black with heated arousal.
"One more thing." Spike picked up the last item resting on the bed. It was a crimson silk scarf. Lifting Angel's head, he tied the length of silk over his eyes, fastening it tightly behind his head. Then he stood back and admired his beautiful, needy Sire. "Now we're ready for the big one."
Angel lay in darkness, his cock almost unbearably restrained, his nipples deliciously painful. Whatever was to come, his senses were incredibly heightened, and if he could have spoken he would have urged his Childe to get the fuck on with it.
~Part: 5~
The whip was quite short, which gave Spike much more control, with a comfortable leather handle and thickly braided at the business end. He smirked, raising the whip and cracking it across his Sire's leather bound erection.
Angel, not knowing quite when a blow would come, arched off the bed as far as his restraints would allow, the muscles and tendons beneath his gorgeous flesh flexing pleasingly. Another blow fell on his abdomen leaving a delicious welt and making him thrust his hips up again, searching for friction that was just not there.
Blow after blow caught him all over the front of his body, his chest, his stomach, his legs and his cock. When the leather braid caught him across his nipples, he grunted against the gag, his head going back and his toes curling.
Spike was enjoying the sight of his Sire blindly seeking release from the unbearable pleasure/pain that would have had the older vampire thrashing and moaning in heated desire if he had been in a position to do so. As it was, Spike knew that the poncy old git was even more turned on because a) he was tightly restrained and b) he was being denied release. He was amazed at how submissive Angel had become since his century of so of brooding and self flagellation.
Well, if the pouf was into flagellation, his Childe was surely fulfilling that particular need.
Angel's chest heaved with ragged unnecessary breaths as the welts covering his beautiful ivory flesh turned to bruises, the needle wounds in his nipples streaking blood down his chest and abdomen where they had been struck repeatedly by the whip's braided leather.
Spike could not continue. He himself was taking unnecessary breaths, his own chest heaving from the exertion of administering such a brutal beating to his helpless Sire. The bulge in his jeans was becoming painful with needs of it's own, so Spike hastily removed his clothes, his pale body in stark contrast to the bruised and bloodied flesh of his Maker.
"You deserve far more, you bloody pouf, but I deserve to be in your ass shagging you senseless for all the times you shafted me in the past." Spike snarled. "But most of all for being such a fucking annoying wee little puppet man. Ye Gods, you old bugger, I thought Angelus was enough to try anyone's patience, but your constant moaning and tantrum throwing made me want to tear you apart, plush limb from plush limb!"
Spike could bear it no longer. He threw the whip aside, unlocked the magickal restraints that held his Sire and removed the gag from his mouth. He left the blindfold on and the needles in the bloodied nipples. Flipping his sire over, he pushed the dildo still stretching Angel's ass in and out several times, just so he could hear the lovely sound of his Sire gasping and moaning with the pain and pleasure.
When he had had enough audio stimulation, he withdrew the dildo, gratified to hear Angel whimper from the loss, then tossed it aside as he quickly angled the unresisting hips and thrust into the inviting hole.
Angel was stretched enough that lubrication was unnecessary, but still wonderfully tight, and as Spike began to pump in and out of his Sire's abused hole, he slipped his hand underneath Angel and deftly removed the leather sheath binding his cock before wrapping his cold hand around the large shaft.
Angel bucked violently into his hand, whimpering with the desperate need to come, so Spike timed his stokes with his thrusts, drawing a moan from his Sire each time he hit against his prostate.
Spike felt his balls tighten, thrusted and stroked harder and was rewarded with a long drawn out cry as his Sire shot his semen all over his stomach, the bed and Spike's hand.
Leaning swiftly into Angel's neck, his vampire features suddenly to the fore, he sank his sharp fangs into the jugular, his roar of completion as he filled Angel's ass with his cold dead seed muffled by Angel's flesh.
As his spent cock slowly slipped out of the sore hole of his bitch, he licked the blood around the wound, laving the wound itself to aid swift healing.
Angel toppled slowly over, sideways, as Spike gathered the bruised, beaten and thoroughly shagged vampire into his arms, kissing him tenderly on the lips.
"Oh Sire, I."
"What? What's wrong, my sweet Will?"
"I really thought when you were changed into a puppet that our nights like these were over."
"Well, they're not, Will. I need this just as much as you do, so shall we stick to just the five nights a week, or would you like to try for six?"
"Six nights? God, what could be better? But."
"But what, Will?"
"I'm pretty exhausted, and it's only the second time this week."
"That'll teach you to be so good at S&M!"
THE END