Master Xander and his Slave
byAnne
[ … ] Denotes thoughts.
* … * Denotes an emphasis.
// … // Denotes a dream.
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// … Giles’ place, bedroom
Giles closed his eyes in pleasure, threw his head back and started to thrust into Xander’s hand, his whole body shivering. The young man, still stroking his lover, lowered his jeans and briefs down his thighs and immediately pressed his entire body tightly to Giles’ naked one. The Watcher moaned and shifted slightly, and their erections came into contact and slid along one another. They rubbed against each other frenziedly; uttering moans, groans and grunts. Xander kneaded the soft buttocks he still held firmly in his hands, then parted them slightly and let his index finger slowly tease the tight opening.
"Aaaaah! Dear Lord!" Giles uttered.
Suddenly, without warning, Xander thrust the teasing finger into his pet’s tight opening. Giles screamed and as expected, the older man below him arched, yelled and came, shooting hot semen on his chest and belly. Xander caught a spurt of sperm in his hand as Giles continued to release and then licked his fingers.
"Mmmm… you’re delicious * my pet. *" He brought a slick finger to his lover’s lips. "Taste yourself."
Giles complied happily and sucked Xander’s finger coated with his own hot semen, making wet noises then purring like a big cat.
Xander, still fully erect, stood up and ordered: "Suck me, Rupert."
"Yes, Master."
"But don’t touch yourself."
"Yes, Master."
Giles immediately knelt between Xander’s legs, his mouth actually watering in anticipation of giving his Master a blowjob. He wrapped his fingers around that long, narrow shaft which was bobbing in front of his nose, swiped his tongue up the underside a couple of times with hard strokes, and slowly dragged the throbbing penis into his mouth. He moved slowly, languorously, from tip to base, his tongue and lips covering him. Xander was moaning above him. Then very slowly, Giles drew his mouth up the shaft until just the tip was resting between his lips. He flicked his tongue across the trapped head then he concentrated on the tip, sucking it carefully, whilst his tongue dipped into the slit. Xander arched and closed his eyes. He started purring. Then Giles slowly sank down on the cock, taking almost the whole length of the boy into his mouth and throat. He licked the throbbing cock quickly, enthusiastically, swirling his tongue around the firm, warm, pulsing flesh. He began sucking Xander, his head moving back and forth, enjoying the sounds of his Master’s low groans and wishing he could stroke his own penis, which was hard again.
[It’s forbidden Rup,] he thought, needing release. [Forget that! Your Master’s pleasure first.]
Xander suddenly grabbed his beloved pet by his black leather collar, strangling him almost in order to hold his head immobile, and he then began thrusting into Giles’ mouth and throat, hard and deep. Giles, gasping for air, kept sucking, moaning deep in his throat. He buried his face as close as he could to Xander’s groin, nuzzling against the dark curls and working his throat around the rigid cock in his mouth.
"I’m going to come very soon, my pet," Xander said, his breathing ragged and labored.
Xander suddenly ejaculated with a feral growl. Giles swallowed it all, hanging on until his much-loved Master was spent. He licked him clean and then waited with eagerness for new orders.
"Slave, get up and make yourself come!" Xander’s commanding voice broke the silence.
Giles nodded, got up, and without hesitation he gripped his aching erection and began to pump helplessly as his desire begged to be relieved. Each stroke brought him closer to a climax, and he groaned and panted as he climbed higher and higher. Suddenly Xander wrapped his fingers around the tip of his pet’s engorged penis, enjoying the sounds of Giles' low groans. It was enough to trigger Giles‘ orgasm. His balls tightened then drew against his body and he climaxed, spurting his semen onto his Master’s belly. The former Watcher sagged back against the bed, his legs trembling from the explosion of his orgasm, and collapsed on the mattress as he almost passed out in ecstasy. As soon as he was on his back, the world started to spin and black spots danced in front of his eyes. In full post-climax haze and utterly spent, he closed them and drifted off to sleep, a blissful smile on his lips.
"Pet! Pet, wake up! I’m not finished with you," Xander said, shaking the shoulder of the sleeping man… //
*****
"Xander! Xander, wake up!"
Xander woke up with a start when Giles shook his shoulder. He blinked twice, disoriented, and then looked up at Giles. He wanted to crush his lips to the older man’s and cup his firm buttocks, but refrained from doing so when he noticed that nothing he thought had happened was real.
[It’s too bad! it was only a dream,] he thought, upset.
"It’s time to go home, Xander. It’s quite late and you need to rest. You have school tomorrow."
Xander nodded. "Yes, Giles. Where are Buffy and Willow?"
"They went home two hours ago. I let you sleep a little. Now go home, Xander. We’ll see each other tomorrow morning."
The young man got up. "Do you want to see me home? It’s on your way…" [Please!]
The former Watcher shook his head. "I can’t, I’m sorry Xander. I have a lot of work to do and I’m going to spend the night here. But first I’m going to have a shower and then eat something. I have dried demon goo on my face and hands, and I’m hungry."
Xander grinned and said: "That kind of thing happens when you behead a demon, Giles."
"I know. Good night, Xander."
"Good night, Giles."
*****
Later.
Xander was leaving the high school when he suddenly remembered Giles telling him he was going to have a shower, and stopped on the stairs in front of the main building. He imagined (once again) the older man naked under the hot water spray, and felt his penis twitch and throb with pleasure. He turned around and headed for the changing-room, desperately wanting to see Giles naked. He entered the changing-room of the swimming pool some minutes later and followed the sound of running water. He stopped behind the chair on which Giles had carefully folded all his clothes, and looked at him. Giles had his back to him. The muscles of his back were lean, firm, and extremely well developed. Just as he had imagined they would be. The Watcher had both of his hands rested against the tiled wall and his head was tilted down on his chest.
Xander purred with desire as his eyes followed the path of the water that cascaded from Giles’ head to his feet. The man he was in love with had wide shoulders, muscular arms, lean thighs, narrow hips, round buttocks and well-built, long legs. When he stepped back from the wall and turned half way around, the boy let out a cry of surprise, which was luckily covered by the noise of the running water. A light mat of curling hair ran from Giles’ broad chest in a line downward to disappear in the dark springing hair between his legs, where hung the impressive proof of his maleness, swollen by the heat of the water.
[Oh my!] Xander thought, his throat drying out.
Xander felt warmth spreading from his stomach down between his legs and trembled. His penis hardened in a matter of seconds. Giles turned off the shower, then suddenly caught sight of the young man who was standing right by him, his glance glittering with greed and lust, his eyes wandering over every inch of his body.
"Xander! Oh dear God!" he exclaimed, rushing to cover his penis with his large hands, an embarrassed flush spreading from his chest, up his neck and over his face. "What are you doing here?"
Xander moved forward and touched Giles' chest with a trembling hand. "Giles, I love you."
He caressed Giles' stomach, a smile on his lips, and then he moved his hand lower, towards Giles’ penis. He heard Giles let out a soft grunt of pleasure, and kissed him on the lips.
"I’m in love with you, Giles. And not as if you were a surrogate father."
Giles beamed. "And I don’t have a father’s love for you. I’m in love with you too, Xander."
Xander grinned, not believing he could be this lucky. "Really? You’re in love with me?"
"Yes. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, and I was disgusted with myself. It was sickening, I was a pervert… you were 16! You were a boy! I tried to erase the feelings that I had for you, but they never went away. It's hideous to say but-but… even when I was in love with Jenny, I still thought of you, Xander. I couldn't help myself. I told myself that I loved you as if you were my son, because… I couldn't love you any other way." He had a sad smile. "Now you're all grown up, and I know how you feel about me…"
"And now I can make love to you."
"Yes, you can now, Xander. Please. I’m yours. Do anything you want. Anything."
"You’re mine? Anything?"
"Yes."
The young man joined the older man in the shower stall and knelt down in front of him. He began to gently knead Giles’ testicles with one hand while he wrapped his other around Giles’ penis and began exploring it. Xander found all the sensitive spots, and then began masturbating Giles, stroking him, and then pumping him until Giles’ penis was hard and throbbing. He then moved back, gazing hungrily at the older man’s erection. It was impressive, long and thick, the throbbing vein running the length of it, pulsing with blood and arousal. He licked his lips then began to stroke and pump Giles all over again. He quickly brought Giles to the edge of explosion. The former Watcher suddenly stiffened, arched and cried out. His balls tightened then drew against his body and Giles climaxed, spurting his semen onto Xander’s hand.
Xander grinned, then got up and took a step back and looked at his lover standing in front of him, flushed with pleasure and panting, smiling with contentment, his still hard erection proudly nudging his stomach.
"Oh Jeez! You're beautiful, Giles," the boy said simply, before sliding his hands over the other man's chest, playing with the soft greying hair and erect nipples for some time. Then he slid his hands up over the smooth shoulders, down the muscular arms, and then further down, until just one continued to slide down Giles‘ leg and then up to his inner thigh.
"Oh! Xander…"
Xander took all his clothes off in the wink of an eye. He opened his arms wide and said: "Come here, Giles."
Giles came into Xander’s arms. They held each other close for a long moment, both enjoying the feel of being pressed together, chest-to-chest, thigh-to-thigh, burning erections nestled together. Then Xander moved back and Giles moaned at the loss of contact. The young man took the Watcher’s left nipple in his mouth and began licking it, sucking it, nibbling it. He took it between his fingers and rubbed it. He did the same to the other nipple, and then he knelt down again. He wrapped his hand around Giles' member again, parted his lips and touched the tip with his tongue. Giles hissed. He licked the throbbing shaft, tracing his hot tongue down the vein, then ran his tongue over the head and gently pushed the tip inside the slit of the weeping cock. Giles ‘aaaaaahed’, his whole body trembled and he felt his legs wobble. Xander then sucked softly on just the crown while fondling the base of the engorged penis. Slowly he took more of the massive cock into his mouth, tonguing it, sucking it hard now, and loving the feel against his lips, loving the friction, loving the texture, the smell, the taste, and the sounds of pleasure from his partner.
Xander ran his hands over Giles’ torso, loving the feel of the Englishman's hard stomach and the muscles rippling slightly under his touch. Gently he began to make him turn around. The Watcher understood that Xander wanted to penetrate him and he placed his hands on the tiled wall again, feeling apprehensive, because no one had done this for a very long time.
"Xander, you need to prepare me.
Xander whispered as his hand rubbed down his lover’s cleft. "I know, Giles. I‘ve read lots of magazines on gay sex. Now relax, okay?"
"Okay."
Xander coated his steely shaft with the shower gel, and then slowly rubbed his gel-coated index finger over Giles' anus. He pushed his finger past the tight muscle and slid into the other man. He rubbed his prostate, gently massaging and stretching him. The sensation caused the other man to tremble and gasp. He moved it in and out a few times and then, as he felt Giles loosening up, withdrew it, to replace it with two fingers. The two fingers moved in and out. A minute later, he added a third finger. Several minutes later he add a fourth. When Giles impaled himself on his fingers, moaning his name and shaking with desire, Xander knew that his lover was ready. He positioned his cock at Giles’ tight opening, and when he felt the head of Xander’s penis pressing against him, he parted his legs wide to open himself more, and tried to relax as much as possible.
Xander placed his hands on Giles’ hips and slowly pushed into the hot, waiting body of his lover. Gritting his teeth, the Watcher tried to ignore the pain as the head of Xander’s penis finally entered his body. At the sensation of being filled, he threw his head back and groaned. Xander withdrew, and then thrust back into the tight heat again, and he began to pump helplessly as his desire begged to be relieved. Again and again, Giles thrust his hips back onto his lover’s cock, welcoming the hard length of his lover as he pounded into him harder and harder. Giles was pressed against the tiled wall, and used the friction of this contact to bring himself to a climax. He suddenly exploded, shuddering violently, spraying semen all over the white tiles. That immediately triggered Xander’s release. He had time to thrust once more, and as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him, he emptied himself completely into the hot cavity of his lover’s eager body.
*****
Giles’ place, later.
Giles woke up slowly and noticed several things almost simultaneously: it was morning; he was in his bed and could feel the warmth of a male body pressed close to him. He remembered in a flash what happened last night: Xander had made love to him again and again; they had coupled like wild animals until he passed out from exhaustion and ecstasy. They were on his bed, stark naked, wrapped around each other. His whole body ached, covered with bruises and scratches. He finally noticed that he had the boy’s penis still inside him, hardened by the morning erection.
Giles moved away from his partner's perfect body, grimacing slightly at the new pain in his ass when he de-impaled himself. Xander moaned and his eyelids fluttered. Giles turned around and looked at the sleeping young man, Giles was in awe of his innocent beauty. Xander was so handsome, so attractive, so stunning. This is what he had been dreaming about for so long: Xander in his bed, Xander making love to him for hours. And his dream came true. He rubbed his aching wrists, grazed by the ropes Xander had used yesterday evening to bind him. He smiled. He had willingly and eagerly submitted himself to the young man, had made him his master, called him "Master". He so needed to belong to someone, so needed to serve. That was his major contradiction; he needed so much to command, to dominate (was trained to as a Watcher) but he also needed to serve, to be submissive. He suddenly remembered his first time with Ethan. He had asked him to treat him like a sex slave. Of course Ethan had been delighted to do it, and had been thrilled to have Ripper under his power, at his mercy. He nodded. He was Xander’s slave in his bedroom only, and was Giles the Watcher, the stuffy and strong figure everywhere else.
He was getting up when Xander suddenly caught his arm and pulled him roughly towards him.
"Hold on there, slave, it’s morning sex time," he said with a lustful smile. "Lie down on your back and spread your legs."
"Yes, Master," Giles purred, obeying happily. He completely forgot his aching, puckered opening.
The young man took the tube of lubricant (almost empty) from the bedside table and then carefully worked one oiled finger into his lover, knowing that his tight channel was certainly sore after last night‘s wild sex. Resting his entire weight on Giles, he began to rain kisses all over his face as he slowly thrust his finger in and out of him. When he felt the older man loosening up, he added another finger, and then a third, enjoying the sounds the Watcher made; part pleasure, part pain.
"Master, please…" Giles moaned, thrusting his hips in time with Xander’s fingers pumping into him, desperately seeking release.
"Yes, pet?" Xander asked, in a sensuous murmur. "Did you have something you wanted to ask me?"
"Xander, please..." Giles begged.
"Beg for what you want. That's a good boy."
"You know what I want, Xan… Master. I want you inside me. I need it. Please Master, I want you inside me."
Xander frowned, upset. "You * want * me inside you? A slave doesn’t want anything, or ask for anything, or desire anything, or need anything, or wish anything. He only takes what his Master gives to him. Understood? Now forget these words exist. They are mine, like you are, pet, slave… All right, as I’m a good Master I’m going to grant you the great honour of making love to you."
Giles sighed in relief. "Thank you, Master, you’re very kind to me."
"Yes, I am."
"Thank you for this honour, Master.
The young man raised himself up on his knees, withdrew his fingers and pushed Giles’ knees up to his chest. He coated his rock hard penis with lubricant and slowly pushed into the hot, waiting body of his lover so he didn’t cause him pain. At the sensation of being filled, Giles let out a soft gasp, threw his head back and groaned. Xander leaned down and nibbled the Watcher's ear, blowing into it sensuously. Once he had sheathed himself in Giles, Xander paused for a moment to savour the exquisite pleasure of it. He wanted it to last forever. But he also wanted what would happen next, so he withdrew, then thrust back into the tight heat of his sex slave.
Both men moaned in pleasure once Xander came to a stop, his throbbing penis all the way inside Giles. Wrapping the Watcher’s right leg around his waist, he placed his other leg over his shoulder and then slowly pulled back out of the Englishman, until just the crown of his penis remained inside him. Then he slid back in. Over and over again. Each time moving a little faster. Giles was now holding onto the headboard with both hands, and he thrust his hips back onto Xander’s cock, welcoming the hard length of his lover inside him. It never ceased to amaze him how much he needed Xander to own him and take him like this.
Xander wrapped a proprietary hand around Giles’ straining shaft and started to stroke it in time with his thrusts. He heard his pet groan deep down in his throat as his testicles tensed up under his hand. He was ready to explode. Knowing that he himself couldn't last much longer, Xander thrust faster still, and then leaned forward and bit Giles’ shoulder, hard, drawing blood, marking him as HIS. Giles gasped, stilled and arched up, almost bucking Xander off. He screamed as he came, splashing his Master‘s hand and stomach with his semen. Feeling the Watcher tighten around his engorged shaft was enough to finish Xander off and with a strangled cry he exploded, pouring his seed into the shuddering body of his beloved pet.
Xander wrapped his arms around Giles and waited for his lover's breathing to steady. He waited to feel the older man's body relax into sleep, and then snuggled in to join him.
"I love you, Giles."
"Mmmmm… I love you too, Xander. Master."
*****
Later.
Giles woke up about an hour later, and was very surprised, and very excited too, to find his legs and arms spread-eagled, tied to the headboard and to the bed end by silk ropes made with several of his ties. Other than lifting and turning his head, he couldn’t move a muscle. The ex-Watcher turned his head to the left when he saw Xander entering the bedroom. The young man grinned.
"Did you sleep well, my beloved pet?"
Giles nodded. "Yes, I did, Master."
"It’s time to play a new game. If you’re a good boy, you could have a black leather collar as a reward…"
"Oh yes, Master!"
END?