Title: From the frying pan to the fire [Buffy]
Title: From the frying pan to the fire
Word Count: 1,360
Challenge: bdsm_fandom Lottery Challenge March 2012:
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Rape.
Characters/Pairings: Graham, Xander, Riley
Summary: In a wishverse where Cordelia never changed things, it fell to the US. Military and not Buffy to deal with the Master. Xander got a few toys and got out of town. And now it’s time for he to really play with Riley
Author's Notes: Please to look at the contains, I’m not kidding about the rape. Any constructive criticism would be welcomed.
He wanted to beg, plead for it to stop. But he could only scream.
Every time the bastard ripped one of the clothespins from his nipples, the rush of feeling was agonizing. He didn’t even want to think about the ones that were on his cock. But he couldn’t stop himself, every time he saw the vampire’s hand dip lower towards them it was all he could think about. Even the pain in his arms from the constant struggle to hold himself above and away from the candles below him faded, all he could do was imagine the pain that was coming.
He’d rather step on all that molten wax than have the vampire rip away those clothespins. But he knew the vampire would rip them away even if he let himself drop. So…the heat, that pain he could do something about. So long as his arms didn’t give out.
And that vampire seemed to know it. He would slide his hand down his torso and toward them. Touch them, every move, jostle and flick was excruciating and if not for the gag he would have begged, offer to do anything just for it to end. But that was why he couldn’t. The demon had gotten bored with his pleading.
He didn’t know much longer his arms could take it. If it had just been him being played with he knew he’d last longer. His master was many things, sadistic, brutal, and ruthless but he wasn’t patient, not when he was playing. He would have finished his game by now out of boredom.
But it wasn’t just him.
He had a perfect view of Graham on the bed; the bastard had made sure of that. He’d watched it all. He’d watched as the vampire strapped a leather blindfold around his best friend’s eyes before roughly forcing him into a straightjacket, and nothing else.
And then he got to watch as the vampire treated Graham like a favorite lover. How he lightly kissed Graham’s neck and lips. He could hear Graham’s moan’s of pleasure as he watched the monster tenderly caressed and teased the other man’s cock and balls.
He was having to fight against his own arms to keep himself away from the flames and trying to not to think about all the clothespin and Graham was being edged, lovingly and relaxingly edged. He just wanted to bitch at him. Scream and hit him for enjoying it. And making it go on longer because whenever the vampire got bored with one of them the other was right there.
He’d lost track of how long it had been. The playroom was well protected from the sun and if it had a clock he couldn’t see it. All he knew was that the vampire had switched between him and Graham over two dozen times, pain for him pleasure for Graham. And then, at least monster did something different.
He saw him heading back over but he didn’t reach for one of the clothespins or punch him. He did something under him and he felt the heat fade, not all at once but little by letting the heat under him cooled until it was gone.
“I didn’t think you’d last this long pet. Your stronger then you look. Good job Riley.”
He tried to ignore the pride that swelled up in his chest but he couldn’t help it. And he was the one had done it after all it didn’t matter that Xander was the reason, it didn’t really.
“But are you strong enough for what’s next?”
The pride was gone in a moment and his whole body was like ice as he felt the clothespins on his dick start to move.
“Trust me.”
He could feel the smirk in the voice but he still couldn’t help himself from relaxing as little at the words. And then it happened.
He screamed.
He screamed himself raw. The pain was every bit as excruciating as he imagined the sensations would be. It wasn’t until it was over and he realized that the vampire was holding him that he hadn’t ripped the clothespin off, but unclipped them. He’s spared him the worst if it. He couldn’t help it if he tried to snuggle himself closer to Xander.
“That’s a good boy. Now it’s time for the main event.”
He looked up at Xander and tried to ask what that meant but the gag was still in his mouth garbling his words and his muscles were too tired to do anything about it anyways. So he didn’t even try and fight as he was brought to the bed and laid over Graham.
“Ri?”
He heard the whisper as he wrapped himself around the man he’d wanted to belt just a short time ago. He just sighed as he relaxed into Graham not even trying to answer thought the gag. He didn’t even pay any mind as he was tied to Graham, it wasn’t the first time he and Graham had been bound together and he knew it wasn’t likely the last either.
But then he felt something new.
He felt a cold wet something pushing into his ass. He tried to pull away but he couldn’t move Graham and himself and his struggles only pushing the thing in more.
“Ri you okay?”
The concern in Graham’s voice was clear and he wanted to scream it wasn’t, but he couldn’t so he just clung to Graham all the tighter as he felt a second thing in his ass, fingers he realized. The Vampire’s fingers were in him. He’d never had anything in him before.
In the month since Xander had captured him on patrol he’d never done anything with his ass. He’d never had anything in his ass till now. He just grabbed Graham as tight as he could as he felt a third finger.
He knew Graham had to feel the wetness of his tears dripping on his face and didn’t know how he was every going to repay the man for not saying anything. He didn’t know how Graham could enjoy it when Xander did it to him. He’d watched Graham get hard when the man was being fucked. But he could feel his own dick and hard it wasn’t.
Then the fingers were gone and he felt something else being pushed in. Large and warm he had to bit down on the gag as he felt it and knew it had to be a dick. The vampire was fucking him on top of his best friend.
“Ri…sorry.”
He almost couldn’t hear Graham even as close as he was; the pounding of the blood in his ears and heart in his chest was just too loud. And he didn’t understand it. And then it hit him, the fingers were cold.
He knew it was pointless, he knew it wouldn’t make a different but he did it anyways, he pushed away from Graham as much as his exhausted and tied arms would let him as he screamed for the vampire to stop.
But it didn’t change anything. Graham was still inside his ass, even if he was getting softer, and the real bastard was probably back there getting off on his struggles.
And then it got worse. He felt the fingers in him. Stretching him even more and he knew he was crying again, sobbing into the leather on Graham’s chest but he didn’t care. The pain and humiliation…he’d rather spend all night above those candles. He didn’t know how it could get any worse.
Then it did. He felt a second large object force its way into him. This one cold and icy. He had two dicks in him. And the demon wasn’t just inside him like Graham; he kept pushing in and out. Every thrust felt like it was going to rip him in half if not for the iron grip on his hips that seemed bent on crushing him. The vampire just kept going. Over and over.
And then he felt the vampire cum inside him and fall to the bed next to him and Graham, grinning.
“Enjoy your first time Riley?”
The End
Word Count: 1,360
Challenge: bdsm_fandom Lottery Challenge March 2012:
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Rape.
Characters/Pairings: Graham, Xander, Riley
Summary: In a wishverse where Cordelia never changed things, it fell to the US. Military and not Buffy to deal with the Master. Xander got a few toys and got out of town. And now it’s time for he to really play with Riley
Author's Notes: Please to look at the contains, I’m not kidding about the rape. Any constructive criticism would be welcomed.
He wanted to beg, plead for it to stop. But he could only scream.
Every time the bastard ripped one of the clothespins from his nipples, the rush of feeling was agonizing. He didn’t even want to think about the ones that were on his cock. But he couldn’t stop himself, every time he saw the vampire’s hand dip lower towards them it was all he could think about. Even the pain in his arms from the constant struggle to hold himself above and away from the candles below him faded, all he could do was imagine the pain that was coming.
He’d rather step on all that molten wax than have the vampire rip away those clothespins. But he knew the vampire would rip them away even if he let himself drop. So…the heat, that pain he could do something about. So long as his arms didn’t give out.
And that vampire seemed to know it. He would slide his hand down his torso and toward them. Touch them, every move, jostle and flick was excruciating and if not for the gag he would have begged, offer to do anything just for it to end. But that was why he couldn’t. The demon had gotten bored with his pleading.
He didn’t know much longer his arms could take it. If it had just been him being played with he knew he’d last longer. His master was many things, sadistic, brutal, and ruthless but he wasn’t patient, not when he was playing. He would have finished his game by now out of boredom.
But it wasn’t just him.
He had a perfect view of Graham on the bed; the bastard had made sure of that. He’d watched it all. He’d watched as the vampire strapped a leather blindfold around his best friend’s eyes before roughly forcing him into a straightjacket, and nothing else.
And then he got to watch as the vampire treated Graham like a favorite lover. How he lightly kissed Graham’s neck and lips. He could hear Graham’s moan’s of pleasure as he watched the monster tenderly caressed and teased the other man’s cock and balls.
He was having to fight against his own arms to keep himself away from the flames and trying to not to think about all the clothespin and Graham was being edged, lovingly and relaxingly edged. He just wanted to bitch at him. Scream and hit him for enjoying it. And making it go on longer because whenever the vampire got bored with one of them the other was right there.
He’d lost track of how long it had been. The playroom was well protected from the sun and if it had a clock he couldn’t see it. All he knew was that the vampire had switched between him and Graham over two dozen times, pain for him pleasure for Graham. And then, at least monster did something different.
He saw him heading back over but he didn’t reach for one of the clothespins or punch him. He did something under him and he felt the heat fade, not all at once but little by letting the heat under him cooled until it was gone.
“I didn’t think you’d last this long pet. Your stronger then you look. Good job Riley.”
He tried to ignore the pride that swelled up in his chest but he couldn’t help it. And he was the one had done it after all it didn’t matter that Xander was the reason, it didn’t really.
“But are you strong enough for what’s next?”
The pride was gone in a moment and his whole body was like ice as he felt the clothespins on his dick start to move.
“Trust me.”
He could feel the smirk in the voice but he still couldn’t help himself from relaxing as little at the words. And then it happened.
He screamed.
He screamed himself raw. The pain was every bit as excruciating as he imagined the sensations would be. It wasn’t until it was over and he realized that the vampire was holding him that he hadn’t ripped the clothespin off, but unclipped them. He’s spared him the worst if it. He couldn’t help it if he tried to snuggle himself closer to Xander.
“That’s a good boy. Now it’s time for the main event.”
He looked up at Xander and tried to ask what that meant but the gag was still in his mouth garbling his words and his muscles were too tired to do anything about it anyways. So he didn’t even try and fight as he was brought to the bed and laid over Graham.
“Ri?”
He heard the whisper as he wrapped himself around the man he’d wanted to belt just a short time ago. He just sighed as he relaxed into Graham not even trying to answer thought the gag. He didn’t even pay any mind as he was tied to Graham, it wasn’t the first time he and Graham had been bound together and he knew it wasn’t likely the last either.
But then he felt something new.
He felt a cold wet something pushing into his ass. He tried to pull away but he couldn’t move Graham and himself and his struggles only pushing the thing in more.
“Ri you okay?”
The concern in Graham’s voice was clear and he wanted to scream it wasn’t, but he couldn’t so he just clung to Graham all the tighter as he felt a second thing in his ass, fingers he realized. The Vampire’s fingers were in him. He’d never had anything in him before.
In the month since Xander had captured him on patrol he’d never done anything with his ass. He’d never had anything in his ass till now. He just grabbed Graham as tight as he could as he felt a third finger.
He knew Graham had to feel the wetness of his tears dripping on his face and didn’t know how he was every going to repay the man for not saying anything. He didn’t know how Graham could enjoy it when Xander did it to him. He’d watched Graham get hard when the man was being fucked. But he could feel his own dick and hard it wasn’t.
Then the fingers were gone and he felt something else being pushed in. Large and warm he had to bit down on the gag as he felt it and knew it had to be a dick. The vampire was fucking him on top of his best friend.
“Ri…sorry.”
He almost couldn’t hear Graham even as close as he was; the pounding of the blood in his ears and heart in his chest was just too loud. And he didn’t understand it. And then it hit him, the fingers were cold.
He knew it was pointless, he knew it wouldn’t make a different but he did it anyways, he pushed away from Graham as much as his exhausted and tied arms would let him as he screamed for the vampire to stop.
But it didn’t change anything. Graham was still inside his ass, even if he was getting softer, and the real bastard was probably back there getting off on his struggles.
And then it got worse. He felt the fingers in him. Stretching him even more and he knew he was crying again, sobbing into the leather on Graham’s chest but he didn’t care. The pain and humiliation…he’d rather spend all night above those candles. He didn’t know how it could get any worse.
Then it did. He felt a second large object force its way into him. This one cold and icy. He had two dicks in him. And the demon wasn’t just inside him like Graham; he kept pushing in and out. Every thrust felt like it was going to rip him in half if not for the iron grip on his hips that seemed bent on crushing him. The vampire just kept going. Over and over.
And then he felt the vampire cum inside him and fall to the bed next to him and Graham, grinning.
“Enjoy your first time Riley?”
The End