Chapter 5: second escape (castration)
Spike was running. The rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins, making him leap farther with each step. He needed to make it count. He needed to make it this time…
Hunter was down. The angle at which he hit him on the back of the head was not ideal but he had put all his strength into it and he had seen the man crumple to the ground. And Spike ran out the door at that same second. His bare feet lightly touched the grass and dug into the soft soil as he crossed that damn clearing where Hunter had first caught him. He needed to get out of the open right now. He needed to get as farther away as possible. Reach the city and from there just leave, maybe go back to Europe, go back to the Netherlands. He had been there only as a child and he didn’t even know the language but it didn’t matter… All that mattered was this moment. Getting away from this hell. This constant torture. This insane man.
Spike felt an unpleasant chill down his back. He couldn’t afford to look back and stop his momentum. But the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, prickling down his spine. But it couldn’t be. Hunter was down. He couldn’t be awake so fast. Spike knew it was just paranoia, his mind was playing tricks on him. He just needed to put everything into speed. He leaped and jumped into the forest, finally out of the open, the wind was blowing into his face making him growl. Even if he was chased he wouldn’t know, he wouldn’t be able to detect a scent with the wind blowing in this direction…
The knock to the head had been...not entirely unexpected. Hunter had never wanted to break his bitch, just break him in, remind him who he belonged to. Remind Spike of the meaning behind those words they had exchanged, about the nature of the world, about alphas and bitches.
Spike was his bitch. And his bitch was a wild creature, one Hunter had come to admire, to need to possess, to like and maybe, even slightly, love?
He’d been stunned, the hit - hard, but not well placed. The angle had been off, but he knew what Spike had intended to do. Knock him out, maybe damage him further. That wasn’t acceptable. Snarling low in his throat, Hunter rose, eyes golden from the wolf, his teeth sharp, as he breathed in the bitch’s scent. He sprung up,head aching, silent as he jerked his bolas from the wall.
The chase. The hunt. Find. Attack. Fuck .
Hunter ran across the open field, smelling Spike’s fear, smelling the adrenaline, smelling sweat and the sweet scent of anger. The wind carried Spike towards him, even as he watched the man dash off into the woods. He had to stop him. Swinging the bolas, Hunter growled low in his chest, watching for Spike through the trees. Spotting his moment, he let the bolas fly, pausing only to release them, his feet beating across the ground as he chased Spike down.
The bolas connected, making him grin, watching as the bitch’s legs got tangled. He dashed forward, pushing himself faster, pulling out his knife. The hunt was all that mattered. It was life itself. It was… romantic. Spike bringing him on this chase across the field where they first fucked. Turning the knife, he slammed the butt of the knife handle against Spike’s head— hard enough to stun but not permanently damage the bitch.
Spike went down with a choked yell. He fell forward, his momentum carrying him and his chest and side of his face dragged over the ground. He snarled as he looked down at his feet to see them tangled.
“Fuck…” he growled as his heart threaten to jump out of him.
He was awake. He was already awake !
As fast as he could with trembling hands Spike tried to untangle his legs. This was thrown. He was still not close. There was still time. Even a second was enough. Spike growled as his wolf nails cut through the ropes around his legs. There was no time. Spike looked back. He knew he shouldn’t. He should have ran, crawled even, while there was still time. Now there wasn’t.
Goosebumps covered his whole body even before he saw the giant man leaping at him. He tried to run, desperation pulling at him relentlessly, but he only had enough time to turn his head away, right before he felt a slam over his skull. Pain and light mixed into one, exploding behind his eyes as the world spun and then his face was on the ground.
The bitch had almost gotten free. Running off to another bar? Seeking out those pack members who now looked down on Spike as the bitch he was? Like a wandering dog, seeking out other people to fuck?
Hunter growled, the sound deep, dangerous. He could admire the attempt. His bitch was strong, feisty, but this could not happen again. Spike could not leave. The bitch could do anything else, if he behaved, he could live like a fucking princess. He rolled Spike over as he crawled on top of him, prying open the bitch’s eyes to make sure he hadn’t caused serious damage. Lucky for Spike, he healed quickly.
Satisfied that Spike’s pupils were reacting properly, he jerked the bitch’s arms behind his back, using the remnants of the shredded bolas to tie Spike’s wrists; it wouldn’t last long, but it would give him enough time. As Spike sluggishly struggled, he pulled off the bitch’s cute panties, tossing them aside.
“I’ve heard a dog with his testicles intact will wander,” Hunter snarled, flipping the knife expertly in his hand, stabbing down into Spike’s right testicle, slicing through the thin skin of Spike’s scrotum. “Need some other dick, slut? So hungry for a good fucking that you need to sniff out others cocks?”
As Spike shrieked at the sudden pain, Hunter slammed his hand down on the bitch’s chest, holding him down. Snarling, the knife shifting slightly as he had to hold the bitch still, he leaned over Spike, growling into the man’s sobbing face.
“Hold still, bitch,” Hunter growled, his voice more wolf than human. “You want me to cut something else off as you’re jerking around? Want to lose your precious cock?!”
Spike was out of it, dizzy as he felt being grabbed and rolled. His back pressed to the ground as his body shivered, reacting to the man on top of him, the growling. He was shaking as he sluggishly tried to get away.
He caught him… he caught him… it couldn’t be true.
“No, no…” he chanted weakly as if that would make any difference as Hunter pulled his arms together and tied them with something. The fog in his mind was slowly lifting along with the sensation of his underwear being pulled off. Spike breathed feverishly - lack of air and snarls, as he saw the man pull out a blade. Spike howled with pain as he felt it stab him, tears of horror spilling out of his eyes. That crazy bastard stabbed him in the balls...
He didn’t have time for anything as he felt his chest being slammed, all his air out, tears spilling faster. His whole body was shaking. Spike had never felt this scared before. Nothing and nobody could scare him the way Hunter did.
As Hunter growled into his face to stay still, Spike froze as best as he could. The adrenaline inside him still made his body tremble but he was not moving anymore in terror of the possibilities.
“Stop, stop… please, no…” Spike sobbed, fighting his erratic breathing as not to move too much.
As the bitch froze beneath him, Hunter slowly moved his hand from Spike’s chest. He gave the man a hard glare before taking hold of Spike’s testicles, slicing the knife further across, opening the scrotum easily with the sharp blade.
Once, in a life before the one he was living now, he had learned about animal husbandry, back when he thought he would one day have goats to add to the chickens. He had been amazed at how remarkably simple castration was, how the testicles could be popped out through a simple incision, and removed with minimal bleeding and damage to the goat. The same proved to be true now, as he squeezed beneath Spike’s sack, the stabbed right testicle slipping out smoothly.
“Don’t move,” Hunter warned. “You asked for this. Running off again. Looking to fuck your old pack members? Think they deserve to touch you?”
His growl rumbled low in his chest, eyes golden as he glared at Spike before slipping the knife’s blade beneath the slender tube of flesh connecting the testicle to the rest of Spike’s body. It snipped cleanly, bleeding minimally, like he’d read. Snarling, he crushed the testicle in his hand, holding it up so Spike could see the way the mangled meat squeezed between his fingers. He tossed the pulverized mess onto Spike’s heaving chest, bits of meat hitting Spike’s chin.
“One more to go. Stop your fucking whining.”
Spike would have thought it would hurt, but his terror was stronger than the pain. His heart was trying to crawl out of his mouth as Hunter grabbed his testicles, feeling the pressure of the hold before he felt the slight movement of the knife, feeling at best as a paper cut. He felt things that felt wrong. He felt cold sweat wash over him, his heart pressing down on him, chills and horror as he felt a pressure again and something moving in a way he knew it wasn’t supposed to.
“I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t do that…” he pleaded desperately. He wouldn’t!
His knees were shaking, something squeezed at his lungs, his own wolf coming out as he felt the blade cut. The bonds on his arms snapped but it was already too late.
He cut it. Hunter cut his testicle out… with frozen shock he stared as the man squeezed the cut flesh into his palm, bursting, destroying it before tossing it at his chest. Tears were dripping silently from his glowing eyes. His whole body shook, unable to hold it back anymore as he cried and sobbed.
“Please…” he whispered out of breath. “Please. I’m yours. ” he whimpered insistently. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please…” Spike could barely breathe as his hands found Hunter’s shoulders blindly. He pulled at the fabric, the flannel and the t-shirt beneath, nails digging, ripping as he pulled the man toward himself.
He needed to do something. Anything. Whatever. To make him stop. So he pulled him and pressed his mouth to his, hard, aggressive, salty with tears.
Stop, stop, stop … he pleaded in his mind like a man possessed. He couldn’t breathe but that didn’t matter. He kept him in that kiss as long as he could until he was forced to draw a breath…
As Spike grabbed for him, Hunter’s grip on the knife tightened, shifted, ready to stab the bitch in the shoulder to remind him to hold still and not fucking move , but then he was pulled against Spike’s taut body. He could feel every muscle as he was dragged in close, wolf eyes meeting Spike’s, a warning growl in his throat, which turned into a soft purr as he was kissed.
It was the first time Spike had willingly kissed him. The bitch’s mouth was soft and sweet and demanding, desperate and needy. Hunter kissed back, tongue sliding against Spike’s, a pleased groan in his chest. As Spike pulled away for a breath, he dropped his knife to slap the bitch hard across the face, open handed, before grabbing Spike’s chin, glowing eyes looking into teary glowing eyes.
“I know what you’re trying to do,” Hunter snarled.
He glared into the bitch’s face before tugging Spike’s mouth to his again, kissing deep, claiming the bitch with mouth and tongue, tasting fear and tears as he plundered Spike’s mouth. He moaned, hungry for this crazy bastard, loving Spike more for daring to try and sway him from the castration. His other hand was still holding Spike’s ball sac, thumb rubbing over the remaining testicle, still safe and unharmed. He could feel his cock getting hard, pressed up against Spike’s stomach, his hips moving lazily to rub his jeans clad erection against his bitch. Drawing his tongue out of Spike’s mouth with a small gasp, he looked into Spike’s eyes again.
“Prove it.” Hunter growled. “You’re mine? Show me just how much you belong to me.”
Something in Spike made him press his body desperately to Huntre’s. He didn’t care anymore. Pride, shame or disgust - it was all meaningless. He would do anything to save himself. If he was castrated… then it would be worse than death. He had seen men change after injuries like this. Lose themselves completely. He would never allow it to happen to him. He was more afraid of this than he was of death.
He felt the tongue in his mouth. The vibration of the chest against him. There was only desperation and determination in him as he breathed in Hunter’s heavy scent before he was slapped. His face turned with the blow, tears silently falling from his eyes as the man grabbed his chin forcing him to look at his eyes. His skin prickled as he still shivered right before Hunter kissed him again.
He had dropped the knife. Spike celebrated this small victory inside, but it only translated into sobs as he kissed back. He kissed Hunder back with everything he had. Please him - he just wanted to please him. Spike felt him still holding him, massaging over his testicle, making him tremble as he pulled his arms around Hunter’s neck. He could feel the man getting hard, his body still pressed against his own. He had spent enough time with Hunter to come to know him… and know his body…
“I will, I will...” Spike sobbed. He would prove it . He blinked away tears as Hunter stared him down, making him tremble harder. “Whatever you want. Anything…”
God. Hunter didn’t want a broken bitch, but this healthy awareness, this fear , made his cock grow harder. Spike wanted to please him. To do anything for him. He’d wanted to fuck him before, but now that hunger was fed by the smell of fear radiating off the bitch, making him growl again as he kissed Spike deeply once more. His teeth tugged on Spike’s bottom lip, his mouth moving down to suck and nip along Spike’s neck. He slid his hand into the bitch’s hair, still slowly rubbing and massaging the one testicle he’d left. For now.
“I want you to ride me,” Hunter rumbled, lips dragging against Spike’s skin as he lifted his chin to bite the man’s ear. “Show me how much you love it. Taking my cock. Show me you don’t want anyone else.”
Hunter finally let go of Spike’s ball, stroking his hand up over the trim, muscular, smooth skinned body beneath him. He grinned, the look a little crazed, eyes hungry. He kissed Spike’s throat, sucking and nibbling until he’d left a dark mark, the skin raised beneath his tongue as he licked slowly.
“If I’m not satisfied with your performance, I’m taking the other. Maybe I’ll make you eat it.” Hunter half purred, rubbing his thumb over one of the bitch’s nipples. “Better get me good and wet. Make sure I slide in easy.”
The scent of a predator wafted at him. The scent that had become so damn familiar, always on him. It was hard to recognize his own anymore without Hunter’s. It was frightening to think about - his own scent being so muddled under another male. His heart still beat rapidly, his body was still trembling, completely at Hunter’s mercy. When his mouth pressed again against his own Spike whimpered and whined into the kiss. He thought it was good. It was good that Hunter was paying more attention to this now, as he exposed his throat to him willingly.
He wanted... he needed to keep his attention, make him happy. He sobbed and trembled when he heard what the man wanted. But it didn’t matter. He would do it. If that was what Hunter wanted - he would do it. He would do anything…
“I’ll do it…” he insisted with a pitiful voice.
Spike’s shaking eased when he felt Hunter let go of his remaining testicle, his breathing erratic, his heart beating wildly in his chest. It was not over. He needed to please him. He needed to… In his mind there was nothing else beside the determination to give Hunter pleasure. He racked his brain as he gasped and growled soft, almost like a purr as the man kissed and sucked at his throat. Spike tried to think about what he needed to do. How he himself would have liked it done…
His breath came out in a chocked sob as he heard the threat. Hunter would do it. There was no doubt about it. The tears flowed out of his glowing eyes as he put strength into his body again. Still holding onto the fabrics that had turned to rags under his nails, he flipped them over, rolling on top of Hunter.
Make it easy. If he had to ride it then he had to make it slide in easily… It was all that he was thinking as he shimmied down, trembling hands on buttons. Spike unzipped the jeans that barely restrained Hunter’s erection, pulling the fabric down. The thick cock bounced up as it was pulled free.
Spike was not rushing it. He couldn’t afford to do it sloppy to get it over with. He needed
to make it good. Make it good for Hunter. The best that he could give him. He needed to prove
himself. He blinked away tears as he took the last piece of clothing off himself - the dirtied, ripped shirt
that he was wearing - flipping his hair away as he leaned over Hunter’s cock. He couldn't bring himself to
look up at Hunter’s face as he gripped the shaft. Another man's cock in his hand... it raised a panic in
him, knowing what he had to do with it. His crying had stopped as he felt overwhelmingly hesitant. The idea
of playing with another mans dick, sucking it and then fucking himself with it was repulsive to
him... But Spike had no choice. It was either this or being mutilated, castrated - turned into a bitch in
the most meaningful way of the word.
With his hand he kept the cock in place as he rolled his tongue in his mouth. His heart pounded madly in his
chest as he leaned in, breathing hot over the thick cock as he extended his tongue, thick with saliva. He
ran it slowly over the swollen head, tasting bitter and salty that mixed with his drool. His heart felt like
it was trying to climb up his throat. He spread his saliva down with his hand, feeling just how big Hunter
was for the first time as he actually payed attention to what he needed to do. Every time in the past before
his only thoughts had been in resisting and fighting. Now he tried to pump the giant cock, slick it up but
it was not nearly enough, still too dry. He needed to… it needed to be sloppy with drool and precum to make
it easy. His breath was hot as his lips wrapped around the head, sucking the way Hunter always instructed
him when he would force his cock in his mouth, when he had forced other cocks in his mouth. Tears rolled
down Spikes face as he forced himself on that cock, tongue rubbing the slit of it as he felt precum dribble
and mix with his spit. He forced himself down, mouth opening wider as he tried to take the cock in, barely
managing one third of it before he felt it too close to his throat. His body was trembling as he came up for
air, the scent of another male stuck to him inside and out. He lowered himself again, opening his mouth to
suck it as if that was actually something he wanted to do. He saw himself doing it, tongue extending over
teeth as the cock disappeared inside him and he was sucking, lapping it up like a hungry little slut for
cock. Like a good fucking bitch.
It made his body shake with repulsion, eyes water, his skin prickle as he could hear the obscene slurping sounds he made forcing the cock deeper inside his mouth. Drool and bitter precum overflowed down the shaft, his hand finally slick enough to be able to pump the length. An alpha like him brought so low... Spike wanted to cry but he couldn't with his mouth full of cock. He let the precum mix and drool out of his mouth down over the whole shaft. He knew that Hunter hadn't asked for a blowjob, he wanted something else entirely so Spike couldn't afford to take too long, waste time and energy. He had to do this instead of lube because there was no other way he would be able to force the cock inside himself otherwise. He knew how big Hunter was, how easily he could split him, how impossible it was to force it in dry, how much more it would hurt... He hated that he knew. He tried not to sob as he came up for air again, his chest tight as a confusing heat moved through his body.
When he felt it slick enough he moved his hand from Hunter’s cock, licking around his mouth to spit generously in his hand as he moved it over his own ass. Slippery warm fingers rubbing over puffy flesh. When he slipped a finger in, slicking up his hole, he felt a rush, a jolt through his abdomen going straight for his own cock. He breathed heavy, his mouth releasing Hunter’s cock. A string of drool and precum still connected them, sticking to his chest. Spike gasped as he forced a second finger in. It was hardly enough, he was no loose enough - too wind up, the muscles in his body tense, trembling as he would sweat. He pressed closer to Hunters cock as he brought his ass higher, in a better position to finger himself. His breathing was erratic, short and long breaths with irregular stops as he loosed his ass, stretched his hole, fingers burning from the heat inside him as he pressed them deeper. he couldn't leave Hunter's cock to dry up again so he forced it back in his mouth...
Tears dripped down his cheeks as he was completely aware of what he was doing. Chills ran up his spine, making his feel just how painfully hard his nipples were, he could feel his own cock hardening in attention while he forced a third finger in himself, the squeeze feeling painful until he relaxed. He hoped that this would be good enough to make it easy as he crawled over Hunters body, climbing up. Drool dripped down his chin over his chest as he could still remember the shape of cock in his mouth. Spike rolled his tongue around his mouth, spitting everything into his hand, using it to sleek up his ass as much as possible as he guided Hunter’s cock over his hole. He blinked tears out of his eyes as he felt the head press against his rim, slick enough to slip in easily with the smallest amount of pressure. He felt his hole twitch, aware of what was to come, readily accepting the cock inside, trained to know what to expect even if it could never be trained to be looser because of his wolfish regeneration.
Spike gasped with the heat that entered him and spread him open, his hole clenching onto the cockhead. One of Spike’s hands was on Hunter’s stomach, palm pressed firmly for support, while the other was still on Hunter's cock, guiding him inside as he pressed further in. His body was trembling, a wave of goosebumps running up his spine as he felt the heat press into him, filling him up, making him gasp and moan, his chest heaving. His heartbeat was heavy and suffocating - each beat running through him with crushing intensity, making him choke. Tears rolled down his cheeks, his jaw, tickling his neck as he tried to ease himself lower onto Hunter’s cock. He bit his lips as he growled and whined, it was still not completely in but it already hurt, his hole struggling to spread. Sweat broke over his neck and back as the rate of his breathing intensified.
It was not right… he couldn’t help but worry if it felt good for Hunter. He wasn’t doing it right… Spike broke into tears again. He had to do it right. It had to feel good. If he himself had such a clumsy bitch working his cock, he would be mad. A bitch that couldn't even take his cock. A fucking useless bitch. A bitch's only purpose was to be good at taking cock and making her man happy... Spike was mortified that he had to think of himself as the bitch, tremble with the thought that his body - strong and massive, trained for inflicting violence and pain - it's only purpose now was to bring pleasure to Hunter...
His body shook with his stifled sobs, making him lean forward. As he did he felt the cock inside him shift, making him gasp and whine as the angle made it easier, reaching a place inside him that made him jolt and shiver in another way. He looked down to see his own cock hard, the stretch of his ballsack looked concerningly smaller. He squeezed his eyes shut with painful strength, tears dropping from his eyelashes, as he slowly started to rock on Hunter’s cock. Shallow and careful, as he could feel him so deep, every movement prodding into his insides. Too much to handle already.
The bitch flipping them over had Hunter snarling, hands grasping, ready to fight. Spike was sobbing quietly, submissive, Hunter’s impulse to fight slowly relaxing. His hands slid to Spike’s shoulders as the man went to work on getting his cock ready.
Spike was still not good at sucking cock, though much better after he’d been given some practice. Hunter smiled in satisfaction as the bitch tried, watching the shame on Spike’s face mix with the concern and fear. He stroked Spike’s hair further from the man’s face, wanting to see everything Spike did.
Had his bitch not thought he was serious about real consequences? Clearly, as Spike had tried to escape again, so soon to the last time he’d gotten out. He doubted he’d seen the last of Spike’s escape attempts, but maybe, now, the bitch would think twice before leaving. Or maybe try to actually kill him first.
The thought made Hunter grin as he groaned softly, eyes closing as Spike’s mouth slid over the head of his cock, hand pumping, making him fully hard. At least the bitch was enthusiastic, if only because Spike now knew what was at stake. As he felt his cock getting more and more wet, the head increasingly sensitive from the attention, he was tempted to thrust up into Spike’s mouth. He held back, however. It was Spike’s job to make him feel good, to prove he was willing to please him. That the bitch’s words weren’t just empty promises.
As Spike straddled him, Hunter stroked down the man’s body, fingers finding the bitch’s nipples, rubbing them. Tight as the bitch was, he could feel his cock slip in easily, a moan rumbling in his chest as the bitch’s ass flexed around his cockhead, opening more as Spike pressed down. As true bitch struggled with his size, he was tempted to shift Spike’s hips, to let himself go deeper, but then the bitch moved, and he groaned as he slid in a little more. The bitch could take all of him, if Spike really tried. He’d knotted him before.
Hunter’s hands slid up to hold Spike’s hips loosely as the bitch started to move. He couldn’t help the small thrust he gave, guiding himself a little deeper, grinning as he looked up at the bitch’s face. The tears were a little much, but he could smell terror in the man’s sweat, the faint scent of blood beneath. He followed Spike’s gaze to the bitch’s scrotum, seeing how much smaller it already looked. Cute, were it not for the loose flesh on one side. That would heal, however, draw close, encase that one testicle Spike was trying so hard to keep.
He slapped the bitch’s ass, squeezing Spike’s hips. “I said prove you want this, not cry all over me.”
Spike let out a small yelp as Hunter slapped him, feeling his hole squeeze around the cock inside him. It stabbed at something inside him that made a sharp shiver run up his spine. At his words Spike sniffled, lifting his hands up, whipping his eyes hard with his forearms, trying to get rid of the tears Hunter didn't like to see.
“I… want you to feel good…” Spike whined, his voice raw and shaky from all his crying. His body was trembling, both his hands lowered onto Hunter’s chest, holding himself up, fingers digging into soft flesh. His eyes were red as he forced himself to looked up at Hunter’s face. A primal instinct deep inside him whispering that he should keep his eyes low, that he wasn't allowed to look into the eyes of the wolf that dominated him - but Spike had been an alpha all his life. That instinct felt wrong so he erased it out of himself. His eyes started to water again but he was doing everything he could to hold back. “Does it feel good?...” he asked, pleading with a trembling voice, hopeful and desperate as he moved his hips.
Spike was scared he was doing it wrong, that it was clumsy… that Hunter would be angry with him, that he wouldn't be happy enough not to punish him…
He rocked himself again, this time not as shallow as before, forcing himself beyond the prodding pain in his insides. He was scared to go deeper but he did, gasping, whining and moaning as Hunter’s cock entered him deeper. He rocked forward then back, pumping the cock inside himself. His chest swayed with the motion as he did it again and again until he started feeling something inside him heating up, tingling through the dull pain. His eyes widened, panting as the cock reached a place that made him jolt and made his own dick quiver. He pressed down on it, forced the cock inside him deeper, kept it in place. His heart beat wildly as he felt himself reach the hilt, his ass pressed into flesh. The feeling was too overwhelming to remember he had to keep moving.
Spike felt completely full, unable to breathe, his organs being stabbed with every breath he took. But at the same time he felt the cock press and throb into the part of him that trembled with pleasure, making him pant and moan heavily. He had to remind himself that his own feelings didn't matter. It didn't matter how it felt for him because it only had to be good for Hunter. Spike knew what felt good, all his life having bitches ride his cock. He knew what he would have liked a bitch to do... so he grinded himself, moving his waist as his ass pressed firmly into Hunter. Spike grinded into slow heavy circles, for the first time experiencing, understanding what it felt like being on the other side, taking it. It felt overwhelming, the cock inside him felt even bigger as it rubbed his insides in every direction. He was stuffed so full he had to press himself down hard, worried that he wouldn't be able to keep it in otherwise. He gasped and sobbed at the sudden powerful pleasure and fullness. It came as a shock as he felt heavy, almost crushing pleasure as the thick length inside him rubbed his insides in a maddening way, his hole greedily taking in Hunter's cock.
This bitch was so emotional, but those words, whimpered and half sobbed, that Spike wanted to please him... Hunter almost believed that. Wanted to believe that. Every experience with Spike had been a struggle, a constant fight; he liked that, wanted to be challenged, but not constantly having to watch his back. If Spike could accept how things were, it would make everything so much easier.
As the bitch took him deeper, Hunter groaned, hands squeezing Spike’s hips. The feeling of Spike’s hands holding onto his chest as he was taken in fully made his head tilt back, hips pushing up. The bitch’s ass squeezed around him perfectly, flexing deep inside, twitching around where his knot would form. His eyes trailed down from the man’s beautiful face to those jiggling tits. He reached up a hand to rub and caress Spike’s pectorals, one after the other, looking down as the bitch’s cock bounced and jerked on its own.
The look of surprise on Spike’s face made him grin, moaning gutturally as their hips ground together, the head of his cock rubbing inside, his breathing growing heavier as pleasure built. Humming a growl, he slid his hand down over Spike’s chest and stomach, feeling where his cock bulged slightly against the bitch’s abdomen, bumping his palm as Spike rocked, chasing pleasure.
“Feels so good,” Hunter rumbled, hands back on Spike’s hips, letting the man rock on him, pressing his hips up to roll against the grinding motion. The bitch was sobbing again, seeming to be feeling overwhelmed. “Tell me how it feels. You love my cock in you? Filling you up so full?”
Spike’s chest heaved. He felt so full it made him short of breath. His body shivered as he heard Hunter groaning, the sound carrying into him as he squeezed his hips. Spike was panting, his face growing hotter as Hunter’s hand squeezed at his pecs. Whining at the humiliation of it - his eyes were still aglow as he felt his own dick bounce uselessly with the rocking motion.
He felt a relief wash over him as he heard Hunter moaning, a tension in his stomach releasing. His knees shook and he growled as he felt the cock inside him rub hard, jab through him. His heart jumped as he looked down at himself seeing the bulge that poked through his stomach. He couldn't believe it even as he was seeing it. The picture of him straddling another male, taking his cock willingly and fucking himself with it... He had never felt so humiliated and belittled.
“Ahhh…” he whined and growled, forcing the tears away. He needed to focus only on fucking. Hunter didn’t like him crying… but he couldn’t help it as he moved his hips. The thick cock inside him throbbed against his prostate, making him shake and moan. He knew he couldn’t lie to Hunter. He couldn’t say what he knew Hunter wanted to hear… it needed to be true. Spike bit his lips, suddenly gasping as Hunter pressed his hips up while Spike grinded into him. “Ahh… haah.” he panted desperately as he felt his own cock twitch and leak. “It’s so deep…” he whimpered, his whole body on edge as his hole squeezed feebly at the cock stretching him raw. Spike knew Hunter liked to squeeze his pecs, treat them like women's tits… he wanted to make them shake for him, because he understood he would like that. But the motion made him feel strange… He bounced on the cock, his mind starting to feel fuzzy from the strange, scorching pleasure spreading inside him. “I feel hot…” Spike mumbled with a needy moan that extended into a breathy groan. Pleasure was tingling all around his abdomen slowly running up his spine. The light in his eyes became muddy as drool slipped between his clenched teeth, following the path down his chin.
Hunter was getting lost in the grind and sway of his bitch’s hips, breath catching each time that tight hole tried to clench around him, stretched so wide the muscles were barely able to keep up. The bitch was a complete mess above him, crying and now drooling, clearly feeling everything intensely, tits shaking with each desperate bounce. As good as Spike was riding his cock, Hunter couldn’t believe he’d been the first one to break Spike in, the first man to fuck him.
Spike’s body really was made to take a cock. Spasming and rocking on him with abandon, whining and crying out in rapture. Hunter watched, entranced, as Spike swayed and rocked above him, the man’s hair a mess, framed by the stretching branches of the trees around them. The stench of fear was being replaced with arousal, Spike’s cock leaking all over his stomach, drops flying to land on his chest where the bitch was still holding on tight.
“Dick’s too good, isn’t it, precious?” Hunter purred, pumping his hips up to meet Spike’s bouncing, driving his cock in fully, directing it where the bitch had been rubbing against him. “Gonna take it all. Every last bit.” He shoved in fully, grinding against Spike’s ass, groaning deep in his throat as he held Spike’s hips down, working his cock around inside the bitch’s hole. “Gonna knot you. Breed you. Fill you up until you can’t feel anything but me inside you.”
He let Spike slide up again, rising up to drag Spike forward into a kiss, fucking the bitch’s mouth with his tongue, kissing him long and deep until he could feel the man needing to breathe. He fondled Spike’s chest, mouthing his way down the bitch’s throat, leaving suck marks as he found one of the bitch’s nipples, stroking and rubbing it between his fingers.
“You’re mine,” Hunter growled, thrusting up to meet each bounce of Spike’s ass, “Fucking say it: you’re mine , and only mine.”
Spike gasped for air as he was getting into a steady rhythm. The only thing that he needed to do was please Hunter. He held onto that thought, that singular goal as he pounded into his cock. He couldn’t afford to think about how wrong it was, how demeaning and shameful… The muscles in his legs quivered, his knees already rubbed raw into the dirt. This was his reality. This was what he needed to do. He needed to make Hunter happy.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he had no choice but to listen. This is how it had to be - taking Hunter’s cock, all of it, whenever and however he wanted him. His body shook, his mind rejecting this reality.
Spike groaned as he slid up, feeling the thick length of Hunter’s cock rubbing him on the inside as he was sliding out. His whole body tingled, nipples hard as he was dragged forward into a hungry, possessive kiss. Spike tried to return it, he tried to respond. He needed to, but it was one thing to know what he had to do and another doing it. He could only submit, try not struggle until Hunter released him. He gasped for breath desperately, Hunter’s musky scent sticking on him in every corner of his body, outside and in. The man squeezed Spikes tits, rubbed his sensitive nipples, sucked his throat. It made Spike tremble, his breathing shallow and fast as Hunter thrusted into him. He gasped with every thrust, his back arching, nails digging into flesh as he felt he was drawing closer to an orgasm, his knot filling in.
“I’m yours. I’m yours !” Spike cried insistently. “Ah, ahh… my alpha…” he sobbed, as he admitted it, throwing away his pride completely. Spike didn't have the capacity to process it fully, the pain he felt when he abandoned his title and power, handing them instead to Hunter. Submitting. Claiming his position as bitch... His knot had not fully swelled yet but his body reached climax. Desperate, filthy cry escaped him as he came sinking into Hunter’s cock as his hole spasmed around it.
Hunter let out a guttural growl of a moaning cry as Spike came on his dick, eyes wide as he watched the man fall completely apart. Reaching orgasm while saying he belonged to him: it made Hunter’s breath catch, his hands gripping Spike close as he relished the feeling of that tight little ass squeezing around the base of his cock, kneading and pulsing around his forming knot. The sight of Spike’s cock jerking and dancing, shooting semen all over his chest and stomach made his blood run hot, his head dizzy.
Groaning and growling, letting himself give in fully, he grabbed the bitch’s hips, lifting Spike just enough to allow his hips to pound up against that sweet ass. He was close, so close. He fucked Spike through the bitch’s orgasm, loving the wet sucking sound of Spike’s hole trying to hold him in, pumping deep and hard until he felt his knot catch on the bitch’s rim. Snarling, he shoved his bitch down, feeling his knot pop inside, swelling fully.
His orgasm rolled through him, hips grinding forward, tugging on the knot and shifting it around until he felt it lock in place, tying Spike to him. Grunting and moaning with each ejaculation, he held onto Spike’s ass with one hand, massaging one firm cheek. He sat up, holding the bitch against him, hips twitching as he filled Spike up, moaning against Spike’s throat as he kissed and sucked needily.
“Mine...” Hunter purred, stroking a finger along the stretched taut rim of Spike’s hole.
Spike felt like he was losing his mind as he panted, cried and growled through the pleasure that was hitting him in waves. His body instinctively rocking, swaying with Hunter pounding into him through his orgasm, extending it. His body shook, his ass filling up even more, stretching around the forming knot.
He cried when Hunter dug his hands into his tights, lifting him up. He had time only to take a breath, feeling his fading orgasm as the man started thrusting into him, the forming knot being pushed in and out. His hole struggled to take it and let it go. His own cock was no longer fully hard, his one remaining testicle already looking small and drained. But he still felt it through his ass - the knot hitting into his prostate, the cock head reaching so deep he was afraid his lungs would get pierced.
"Ahhh...." Spike moaned, cried and yelled as the knot popped inside him, his hole stretched thin as it swelled completely. The throbbing was driving him mad, making him sob helplessly and then he felt heat spill into him. Spike howled as Hunter grinded into him, moving around inside him. His body was growing heavy, hot and full... There was nowhere to escape, locked together, neither one of them would be able to break that connection.
Spike was struggling to breathe as he felt himself slowly being filled up. He felt so hot... It was so hot. As Hunter sat up, holding him close, Spike’s arms wrapped around his man's body, face pressed to his chest, crying into the embrace, until Hunter decided to explore his throat... Spike felt tired but he willed his body away from rest.
Coming just from getting fucked, just like a good bitch should. Hunter held Spike close, sucking and licking at the man’s throat until his orgasm finished, his knot keeping every last drop of his come trapped inside his bitch’s body. Rumbling a pleased groan, he kissed Spike again, lazy and almost sweet, teeth dragging over Spike’s lower lip before he held Spike against him, letting the bitch hide against his shoulder.
He could feel Spike’s heart beating fast against his chest, and around his cock, that tight, perfect ass holding him in an almost painful grip. He rubbed his hands over Spike’s back and ass, up the bitch’s sides and over Spike’s stomach. He could feel his cock through the relaxed muscles beneath his palm. He nuzzled into Spike’s hair as he caressed further down, fingers stroking over Spike’s softened, damp cock, then beneath to fondle the smaller ball sac, rolling the singular testicle in his palm.
“You’ve earned the right to keep this,” Hunter rasped, voice low and deep, holding the edge of warning. He stroked his thumb over the small, new scar where he’d cut into Spike, feeling where the skin had shrunk down and already healed, as if protective of the last bit of manhood it had left.
He let go of Spike’s testicle, sliding his hand up the man’s body until he got his hand into all that beautiful, messy hair. He stroked the hair away from Spike’s neck, exposing the claiming mark he’d left that first time he’d fucked his way into his bitch. Hugging Spike close, he opened his mouth around part of the mark, his mouth smaller as human than as the half-wolf he’d been, sucking before biting down, teasingly hard.
“Tired?” Hunter rumbled. “Fucking me where we first consummated our relationship. Want me to carry you home, princess? ”
Spike's hips still moved sluggishly, grinding the knot inside against his prostate. The pleasure from it felt burning, sharp, throbbing. It made him sob and whine softly, biting at his lips. His mind refused to believe that he'd done this - that he had ridden Hunter's cock until getting bred. He had let go of his pride and his dignity but was this a victory? No. It was only survival, but he needed to be thankful for it.
He felt the cock inside him prod and stir his insides around with every move. When Hunter kissed him, he kissed back, breath exhaling hot over his lips, tongues pressing together tenderly before he felt teeth on his power lip. A tired grunt escaped him before he pressed his body into an embrace. Spike was tired and he was spent from fear. He accepted the embrace, hiding his face into the soft flesh before him as he cried silently. He felt so small in Hunter's arms, vulnerable and scared... But also relieved that it was an embrace that he was feeling.
The cock inside him felt huge and heavy. Even with how much he had slicked himself up and the cock it was still a tight fit. He whined and gasped as he felt Hunter's hands stroke all over his body. He was covered in sweat as Hunter held him, brushing his hair away before his touch moved lower. Spike trembled, the memory of his testicle being cut out and crushed still fresh in his mind as the man stroked his dick. Spike looked down at himself, no longer even able to see the bulge of his balls beneath his cock. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as Hunter fondled his ballsack... It was so small, as if the size had shrunk even more because his testicle was already drained.
A relief washed over him as Hunter declared he wouldn't cut it out. Tears spilled out but this time it wasn't out of horror. His hands moved, stroking gently at hair and stubble, Spike’s lips on Hunter's jaw, on his cheeks, kissing. Thankful and relieved, feverish and clumsy.
Spike trembled as Hunter stroked his hair, brushed and moved it, unable to get used to having it being touched so freely. As Hunter hugged his body close, mouth on the claiming mark on his neck, digging his teeth in, Spike felt himself clench onto the cock locked inside him, burning with shame as he panted. Hunter spoke to him. Carry him home? What was home? It couldn’t be this… But it was. This was his life now - his home was this man’s cabin and his body was his to do what he wanted with.
The fatigue however was taking over him now that the adrenaline was draining out of his body. He hugged into Hunter, hiding his burning face, tears refusing to stop despite knowing that Hunter didn’t like him crying. He was scared that he could change his mind if he refused him anything, happy that he’d survived but in despair because he knew what that meant for him. Making Hunter happy - he would need to do it again and again, every day…
As Spike kept moving on his cock, he felt another little spurt of come somehow squeeze out of his balls, grunting and holding his bitch close. He chuckled breathily at how much Spike seemed to want more, his bitch holding him so tight.
“Careful, precious,” Hunter groaned into Spike’s neck. “You’re going to get me worked up again.”
His knot was still holding firm, further stimulated as his bitch kept spasming around it, prolonging how long he would stay locked inside. Hunter panted, hips rolling against Spike’s ass, groaning low and rumbling as he felt another lazy stream of come leak out of him. If he could, if it didn’t almost hurt from how overstimulated his cock and knot were, he would have continued fucking his knot inside the bitch’s body. He was so tightly held in place, no doubt locked right up against the bitch’s prostate from how much Spike kept wiggling, that he couldn’t have pulled loose if he tried.
The bitch was still crying, soaking into his chest hair, and the remnants of the flannel and tshirt Spike had ripped while dragging him close earlier. Emotional and pissy, proud and easily humiliated by the desires of his own body; Hunter was going to need to accept this was just his life now. A sobbing bitch who was far too emotional, and got so worked up during sex that he drooled and sobbed all over them both.
Snorting with amusement, Hunter kissed Spike’s head, the hair so soft and still smelling of flowers and citrus. He nuzzled into it, breathing in deeply, smelling their combined scents beneath the strong scent of shampoo. He felt the stirrings of desire run through him, even as his cock had yet to release, the warmth of home and mate urging him to take Spike back into the cabin, to lay his princess down, and let him recover.
His hand squeezed the bitch’s ass, holding Spike up as the man seemed to be close to losing consciousness, his arms securely hugging the bitch to himself as he started to carefully get up. Hunter shuddered as the motion made his cock give a last futile attempt to come, his knot throbbing. He managed to get up onto his knees, holding Spike close, groaning softly at the feeling of the bitch shifting slightly on his cock. His knot’s swelling was starting to show signs of going down. As he stood, his jeans slid further down his thighs, making those first couple steps back practically impossible.
“Hold on,” Hunter rumbled, shimmying slightly as he worked his jeans further down, having to let go of the hand beneath Spike’s ass to push his jeans far enough that the fabric fell the rest of the way. He cursed as his boots got caught up in the legs, able to get his arm back under the bitch’s ass as he squirmed each foot free. He was moaning as the motions jostled Spike on his knot, feeling as it was starting to loosen further.
Spike’s body was growing slack as time went on. All the tension that had kept him trembling, kept all his muscles flexed tight as he had ridden Hunter - it was going away. His relaxing allowed the pain of the stretch to subdue, but it also made the cock inside him feel even more solid and hard. He could feel that he was being held up by it, held in place. Chills ran through his body, making his skin prickle, his nipples hard as he pressed himself against Hunter. He panted quietly, his arms around the man’s body - holding himself from slipping out of position. Every movement had the knot inside him rub hard against his prostate. Even now he could feel it throbbing, keeping a steady heat inside him.
As Hunter hugged him tight Spike whined softly, his body pressed completely into the other man. Hunter started to get up and Spike felt his cock shifting inside making him shiver, stirring the cum inside him. Spike held on tighter, his hips hugging Hunter's waist as he tried to get out of his jeans. Spike gasped as he felt his own weight spear him harder into the cock as the hand that supported him was gone. He cried out as his abused prostate pulsated, suddenly exploding with pleasure that shot up his spine and ran through him like a wave. He roared, a deep animal sound as he threw his head back. His cock was twitching and leaking clear seminal fluid as he was frozen into the dry orgasm, eyes shut tight as hot tears of shame rolled down his cheeks.
Feeling the bitch come again, spasming around his knot, had Hunter nearly stumbling back from the hot, heavy feeling of overstimulation shooting through his groin. He caught himself against a tree as he watched, amazed and in awe as Spike’s head jerked back. The sound the bitch made shuddering through his body, making his poor cock twitch and pulse. Panting and grunting, he held Spike against him, leaning against the tree as his legs trembled, hips flexing forward, unable to keep from responding. His softening knot lost its hold, thrusting along with the sporadic pulses of Spike’s orgasm, until the squeezing forced his cock out. He could feel and hear as his come poured out of the bitch’s hole, hitting the forest floor, his cock limply slapping against his thigh.
Hunter groaned, holding Spike tight, watching as he bitch cried through the orgasm, twitching weakly in his arms. He waited until Spike grew still and limp, breathing heavily as again his bitch hid against his chest. Groaning low in his throat, he shifted his hold, bouncing the bitch a little in his arms to be able to carry him more securely.
“Can’t help yourself with a cock in you, can you, princess?” Hunter rumbled, licking Spike’s shoulder, tasting sweat and arousal, desperation and the remnants of fear. “Gonna have to satisfy you every day, aren’t I? Keep this hungry hole well fed.”
Chuckling breathlessly, he waited until his legs stopped trembling before heading back to the cabin. How fitting, that his bitch should take him back across these grounds where they first fucked. He’d still need to watch Spike to be sure, but part of him doubted the bitch would dare to run again. He was a bounty hunter, after all, and a hunter of his own kind during the war. He’d always find Spike. Always bring him back. And always be willing to punish him to remind him just who he belonged to.
Spike’s orgasm carried him through Hunter thrusting into him again. The motion of it extended the pleasure he felt, tingling and numb all over - only feeling the pleasure jolting through him. He gasped as he felt the cock slide out of him leaving his body empty and cold, as if a part was missing from him as the cum started pouring out. He sobbed with the humiliation of it. How could he be in this position? How could he be feeling these things… it made no sense and he hated that he had no choice but to accept it. Hated that his body responded to the physical stimulation and that he was getting used to it.
Shame. It was all he felt as Hunter spoke to him, calling him princess, talking about fucking him…
“ It’s too much… ” Spike whimpered, his voice raw, tears drying into his eyelashes. He was too tired to cry, too tired to move, his body limp into Hunter’s embrace. His legs dangling around the man’s waist as his arms feebly held on. Hunter was too big even before his knot swelled. Every time he was inside him, Spike felt like he would break, like his body was at its limit...