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Survivor's Guilt 1/? (Prompt: Abacus)
Title: Survivor’s Guilt, 1/?
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Abacus
Warnings: bdsm, slavery
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: This is a post-NFA fic. Giles finds Spike as a slave for sale, with no memory of his past. He buys him and takes him home, intending to try to fix him if he can.
Giles took in a deep breath as he moved through the marketplace. It was a demon street market, of sorts, in London. It was still the best place to find certain ingredients and rare books. He’d made a few purchases, and now he was just wandering, taking in the sights. There was the scent of exotic spices and demon delicacies cooking, and the clack of an abacus calculating someone’s bill as he walked past a booth. At last, a large tent drew his attention. There was a collared and bound demon knelt in front of it. He raised an eyebrow, and moved over to see what they sold.
The tent was filled with naked collared beings of all sorts. Mostly demons, some humans. Giles had to admit it was a vaguely erotic and tempting sight. He was about to turn and leave the tent when he caught a glimpse of someone familiar. He took in a breath and moved. It wasn’t possible, really, it couldn’t be. But there he was. Dark soft curled hair, instead of the tightly-gelled blonde Giles was used to, but it was him. Spike. He whispered, “Spike?”
The vampire looked up briefly. There was no recognition in his eyes. He dropped his head down, eyes on the floor. “I’m sorry, Sir, you must be mistaken.” The voice was soft, with a cultured upper-class English accent.
A robed demon moved over towards Giles. “You interested in this one? He’s a vampire, but he’s quite tame. The collar makes certain of that. As an added bonus, he seems to have had some sort of trauma. No memory beyond the past year. His sexual skills are really quite superior, though.”
Giles looked at the demon, taking in his words. He’d thought Angel and all of the rest had perished in Los Angeles. But here was Spike. He found himself haggling with the demon over price. He told himself it was because Spike deserved better than being displayed to sale to just anyone. But in the back of his head was also Ripper’s voice, whispering about what he’d like to do to the collared vampire. In the end, Giles clipped a leash to Spike's collar, pulled a coat around his naked body and lead him out through the marketplace and to his car.
Spike moved tamely and quietly, eyes on the ground. He didn’t protest as Giles loaded him into the car and clicked the seatbelt on him. Giles shook his head. It wasn’t right, Spike silent and docile. He drove him back to his flat near the Watcher’s Council building.
Once inside, he took away the coat, and grabbed Spike’s chin. “You can stop the charade, Spike.”
Spike shivered. “I don’t know what you mean. I am William. Do you…do you want me to pretend to be someone?”
Giles looked into Spike’s eyes. The fear was real, and there was still not even a glimmer of recognition. He’d really lost his identity. He let out a sigh. “No. You just look very much like someone I know. Tell me how you became a slave.”
William squirmed a little uncomfortably. “I was found, wandering about, nearly dead. Master Jatto collared me, nursed me back to health. Taught me my place.” His fingers moved, unconsciously, to touch the collar.
Giles made a little strangled noise in his throat. A naked, collared, compliant Spike was the stuff of fantasies. “What does the collar do, then?”
William looked up at Giles, then back at the floor again. “It ensures my obedience. It gives me pain if I do not obey. And pain if I try to run. But I won’t. I’m a good boy, Master. I’ll behave for you.”
Giles groaned again, with the temptation to just let Ripper out to play very strong in him. “I believe you, William.” He considered for a moment, murmuring soft, “Now what shall I do with you?”
William squirmed. “Anything you like, Master. I’m your property.”
Giles took in a breath, and looked back at the pretty vampire. Damn. “Well, for tonight, I’m just going to put you to bed while I get some rest.” He headed down a short hallway. “Follow me.”
William followed, quiet and compliant. Giles opened the door to a small bedroom. Well, less a bedroom than a ‘playroom’. Giles hadn’t used it in quite a while. William made a soft whimper, seeing the room, and his cock visibly hardened.
Giles had to very firmly step on the temptation to throw him down on the bed and do all sorts of wicked things to his body. He ordered, in a bit of a growl, “On the bed boy, on your back.”
William scurried to comply. Giles pulled down the manacles that were attached by chain to the frame. He quickly locked them on William’s wrists and ankles. He couldn’t take the chance that this was some elaborate plot. And also, he had to admit, William looked pretty, spread-eagled and helpless. William arched and pulled in the chains, his muscles straining, his cock getting steadily harder.
Giles almost growled. “Stop that, boy. You’re just going to sleep. No trouble out of you.”
William stopped moving, dropping slack in the chains. “Sorry Master.”
“Better.” Giles was about to turn and leave, when he remembered. Buffy was coming by in the morning, with Dawn, to discuss something or other. He couldn’t chance Spike calling out. He moved over to the cabinet, opening it, and coming back with a thick rubber penis gag. “Open up, boy,” he said. William complied, wide-eyed, as Giles stuffed the gag into his mouth, stretching his jaws wide and filling his mouth with rubber. He buckled it tight behind Spike’s head. As he stroked a finger along Spike’s jaw, he was fighting with himself. Even to keep Spike quiet, he didn’t need such a stringent gag. He just wanted to see his mouth forced open by it.
William whimpered softly and arched up his neck submissively as Giles’ finger caressed him. He’d obviously done something wrong, displeased his new master. The whimper tugged more on that dark nature inside Giles.
He licked his lips, and walked back to the cabinet. He came back with a leather strap cockring. His gaze was intense and wicked as he stroked Spike’s already hard cock, making the vampire whimper and squirm. He stopped when pre-cum began leaking from the purplish-white head, and locked the cockring around Spike’s cock and balls. He swiped his fingers across Spike’s cock, coming back with some of the sticky fluid, and tasted it. “Very sweet, boy. But you’re not getting any relief now. Go to sleep.”
Giles turned and left, locking the door behind him, leaving the whimpering vampire alone in the darkened room. His hands clenched. He could tell himself all day long that there were good reasons for what he did. But deep down, the truth was that the idea of Spike as his helpless slave excited him. He’d have to deal with that, one way or another. He went off to his own bed, though he had the feeling he’d get little sleep tonight.
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Abacus
Warnings: bdsm, slavery
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: This is a post-NFA fic. Giles finds Spike as a slave for sale, with no memory of his past. He buys him and takes him home, intending to try to fix him if he can.
Giles took in a deep breath as he moved through the marketplace. It was a demon street market, of sorts, in London. It was still the best place to find certain ingredients and rare books. He’d made a few purchases, and now he was just wandering, taking in the sights. There was the scent of exotic spices and demon delicacies cooking, and the clack of an abacus calculating someone’s bill as he walked past a booth. At last, a large tent drew his attention. There was a collared and bound demon knelt in front of it. He raised an eyebrow, and moved over to see what they sold.
The tent was filled with naked collared beings of all sorts. Mostly demons, some humans. Giles had to admit it was a vaguely erotic and tempting sight. He was about to turn and leave the tent when he caught a glimpse of someone familiar. He took in a breath and moved. It wasn’t possible, really, it couldn’t be. But there he was. Dark soft curled hair, instead of the tightly-gelled blonde Giles was used to, but it was him. Spike. He whispered, “Spike?”
The vampire looked up briefly. There was no recognition in his eyes. He dropped his head down, eyes on the floor. “I’m sorry, Sir, you must be mistaken.” The voice was soft, with a cultured upper-class English accent.
A robed demon moved over towards Giles. “You interested in this one? He’s a vampire, but he’s quite tame. The collar makes certain of that. As an added bonus, he seems to have had some sort of trauma. No memory beyond the past year. His sexual skills are really quite superior, though.”
Giles looked at the demon, taking in his words. He’d thought Angel and all of the rest had perished in Los Angeles. But here was Spike. He found himself haggling with the demon over price. He told himself it was because Spike deserved better than being displayed to sale to just anyone. But in the back of his head was also Ripper’s voice, whispering about what he’d like to do to the collared vampire. In the end, Giles clipped a leash to Spike's collar, pulled a coat around his naked body and lead him out through the marketplace and to his car.
Spike moved tamely and quietly, eyes on the ground. He didn’t protest as Giles loaded him into the car and clicked the seatbelt on him. Giles shook his head. It wasn’t right, Spike silent and docile. He drove him back to his flat near the Watcher’s Council building.
Once inside, he took away the coat, and grabbed Spike’s chin. “You can stop the charade, Spike.”
Spike shivered. “I don’t know what you mean. I am William. Do you…do you want me to pretend to be someone?”
Giles looked into Spike’s eyes. The fear was real, and there was still not even a glimmer of recognition. He’d really lost his identity. He let out a sigh. “No. You just look very much like someone I know. Tell me how you became a slave.”
William squirmed a little uncomfortably. “I was found, wandering about, nearly dead. Master Jatto collared me, nursed me back to health. Taught me my place.” His fingers moved, unconsciously, to touch the collar.
Giles made a little strangled noise in his throat. A naked, collared, compliant Spike was the stuff of fantasies. “What does the collar do, then?”
William looked up at Giles, then back at the floor again. “It ensures my obedience. It gives me pain if I do not obey. And pain if I try to run. But I won’t. I’m a good boy, Master. I’ll behave for you.”
Giles groaned again, with the temptation to just let Ripper out to play very strong in him. “I believe you, William.” He considered for a moment, murmuring soft, “Now what shall I do with you?”
William squirmed. “Anything you like, Master. I’m your property.”
Giles took in a breath, and looked back at the pretty vampire. Damn. “Well, for tonight, I’m just going to put you to bed while I get some rest.” He headed down a short hallway. “Follow me.”
William followed, quiet and compliant. Giles opened the door to a small bedroom. Well, less a bedroom than a ‘playroom’. Giles hadn’t used it in quite a while. William made a soft whimper, seeing the room, and his cock visibly hardened.
Giles had to very firmly step on the temptation to throw him down on the bed and do all sorts of wicked things to his body. He ordered, in a bit of a growl, “On the bed boy, on your back.”
William scurried to comply. Giles pulled down the manacles that were attached by chain to the frame. He quickly locked them on William’s wrists and ankles. He couldn’t take the chance that this was some elaborate plot. And also, he had to admit, William looked pretty, spread-eagled and helpless. William arched and pulled in the chains, his muscles straining, his cock getting steadily harder.
Giles almost growled. “Stop that, boy. You’re just going to sleep. No trouble out of you.”
William stopped moving, dropping slack in the chains. “Sorry Master.”
“Better.” Giles was about to turn and leave, when he remembered. Buffy was coming by in the morning, with Dawn, to discuss something or other. He couldn’t chance Spike calling out. He moved over to the cabinet, opening it, and coming back with a thick rubber penis gag. “Open up, boy,” he said. William complied, wide-eyed, as Giles stuffed the gag into his mouth, stretching his jaws wide and filling his mouth with rubber. He buckled it tight behind Spike’s head. As he stroked a finger along Spike’s jaw, he was fighting with himself. Even to keep Spike quiet, he didn’t need such a stringent gag. He just wanted to see his mouth forced open by it.
William whimpered softly and arched up his neck submissively as Giles’ finger caressed him. He’d obviously done something wrong, displeased his new master. The whimper tugged more on that dark nature inside Giles.
He licked his lips, and walked back to the cabinet. He came back with a leather strap cockring. His gaze was intense and wicked as he stroked Spike’s already hard cock, making the vampire whimper and squirm. He stopped when pre-cum began leaking from the purplish-white head, and locked the cockring around Spike’s cock and balls. He swiped his fingers across Spike’s cock, coming back with some of the sticky fluid, and tasted it. “Very sweet, boy. But you’re not getting any relief now. Go to sleep.”
Giles turned and left, locking the door behind him, leaving the whimpering vampire alone in the darkened room. His hands clenched. He could tell himself all day long that there were good reasons for what he did. But deep down, the truth was that the idea of Spike as his helpless slave excited him. He’d have to deal with that, one way or another. He went off to his own bed, though he had the feeling he’d get little sleep tonight.