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Chapter 6: second escape (2)

His bitch felt like a sack of potatoes, loose and heavy in his arms, holding on weakly and shaking. Hunter rumbled a deep, pleased growl, licking Spike’s throat, squeezing the bitch’s ass as he tightened the arm he had wrapped around Spike’s back.

“Too much, baby?” He asked, chuckling low and hungry. “We’ve barely started.” He looked up past Spike’s trembling shoulder, sucking and kissing his way up to the smooth skin of his bitch’s jaw. “I’m not done with you yet, bringing us back to where all this started, where I first claimed you.”

He stepped up to the porch, pressing Spike against one of the support beams, kissing and nibbling Spike’s jaw, finding the bitch’s mouth blindly. Shifting Spike on his hips, Hunter jerked his hips up and forward, his semi-hard cock slapping against Spike’s soaked ass. Groaning, he pushed Spike more firmly into the beam, letting go of the bitch’s waist to reach between them, dragging his cock up. He rolled forward, his dick bumping against the bitch’s surprisingly hard cock, rumbling a low moan as he took both their cocks in his hand, stroking.

“Not nearly done with you,” Hunter purred, squeezing the bitch’s ass, the tips of his fingers slipping in his come still draining out of that sloppy, loosened hole. “I know one knot isn’t enough for you. You need this, princess. Need me to show you how much you belong to me.”

He bit Spike’s bottom lip, tugging, before sucking on it, then turning his head slightly to kiss him deeply. First he lightly teased Spike’s tongue with his own, then curled the tip forward as he rolled his hips, fucking his cock against Spike’s, keeping himself from going soft.

A tired noise came out of Spike’s mouth, a whining groan as he exposed his throat to Hunter, submissive and trembling. The tongue on his neck made him gasp without voice, his grip around Hunter’s body, getting tighter. He was pressed closer, chest and stomach completely pressed into the man. It prompted an unwanted twitch of his hips from the warmth and pressure, his dick sandwiched between them. Spike could feel his ass being squeezed, something dripping down his flesh. 

He stopped himself from hiccuping a sob when he was told that they had barely started.  What did that mean? How much more did the bastard want?...

Spike felt his back press into something solid  - one of the beams on the porch. He exhaled hard, the lips on his jaw feeling scorching hot. It couldn’t be real… but it was. So when the lips found his own he clumsily returned the kiss, heart up in his throat. His mouth opened in a startles groan, muscles tensing, while Hunter’s cock slapped his ass. It made him tremble as he was being pushed harder against the beam, wood digging into flesh. With the arm around him gone, Spike needed to use his legs to hold on in this position. He exhaled a moan as Hunter reached, dragging his cock between them, rubbing against Spike’s erection. He whined when the palm wrapped around his cock, pressing it into Hunter’s. 

His waist trembled, the beam on his back stopping him from jerking back when he felt the grip on his ass soften and then fingers enter him. His hole tried to squeeze around them, hips trembling as Hunter stroked them…

Spike couldn’t breathe, mouth on his mouth, teeth biting into his lips, tugging, pulling, making him growl, the sound dying in his throat as his mouth was taken. Without meaning to, he tried to grind himself harder in Hunter’s hand, mind going hazy from the feeling of Hunter's pulsing cock pressed into him, the fingers spreading him. Spike whined needy and flushed with shame…

Feeling Spike responding, Hunter smiled into the kiss, tongue sliding deeper as he pushed three fingers into his bitch. Spreading them he could feel how loose and wet, how hot it was inside. It wasn’t even a want at this point, more a driving need to fuck his bitch again. Spike was practically begging for him, moving against him, holding onto him. Rocking forward, Hunter slid his tongue out of the bitch’s mouth, letting him breathe, as he fucked Spike with his fingers, fucked the bitch’s cock with his own. 

Grinning, Hunter bit the claiming mark on the bitch’s neck, feeling more come run down around his fingers, making the slide easy and messy. He pumped his fingers faster, felt the bitch’s ass flutter and squeeze, sucking at him. With a groan, he could feel his cock filling again, a little over sensitive, but it was too soon to stop. He couldn’t stop. He twisted his fingers, plunging as deep as he could, kissing and licking Spike’s neck as he slipped in his fourth finger, felt the flinch and shivered as the bitch whined.

“Love your ass played with, don’t you?” Hunter rumbled, mouth never leaving Spike’s skin, lips dragging over flesh as he kissed  back to the bitch’s mouth. “Need to be filled, don’t you, precious?”

Rubbing his fingers firmly against the bitch’s prostate, he pressed his thumb into Spike’s perineum, breathing in a shuddering breath as he kept rolling his hips, feeling Spike’s cock sliding with his own. He wanted the bitch to come again, to fall apart, to lose his mind.  Chuckling huskily, he nudged Spike’s jaw.

“Kiss me,” Hunter murmured, fingers working faster, pumping in and out, then just massaging, rubbing all over that little ball of pleasure, the sound so slick it made his cock leak.

Spike’s eyes grew misty, moisture caught on the tips of his eyelashes as he squeezed his eyes shut, Hunter’s tongue in his mouth as his fingers prodded his ass. His nails dug into flesh, feeling his hole being pulled open. He grunted muffled noise into Hunter’s mouth. 

Spike couldn’t believe he had to do this… there was no way this was real. He wanted it to be a nightmare. But he could still feel the terror in his bones when that blade cut into his scrotum, the despair he felt when he watched his testicle squished into pulverized meat… This was better. This was a more manageable horror - being a bitch … Spike was happy that Hunter had been lenient, that he hadn’t gone through with it. As long as Spike pleased him, as long as he was a good fucking bitch - he wouldn’t punish him. He wouldn’t hurt and mutilate him just for fun…

The kiss broke and Spike panted desperately, his hair in a tangled mess around his neck, some of it caught between his back and the beam. A filthy cry escaped him when he was prodded deep, fingers pressing, spreading him even wider. The pressure on his prostate made him feel like his ass was pulsing, feebly twitching around the four fingers inside him. The pressure on his perineum made his waist tremble, his hips buckle, his cock still being stroked, squeezed into Hunter’s. He wanted to protest to what Hunter spoke against his skin, between the kisses, but he only managed a whining growl. No… he didn’t want anything near his ass. He didn’t want any of it. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be…

Spike’s arm was around Hunter’s shoulder, holding himself up and close, chest heaving. His mind was almost going blank as Hunter fucked him with his fingers, moaning along with his fast breathing. When he was told to kiss him, he happily obliged, lips finding Hunter’s clumsily, but full with the relief and happiness he felt that he had been spared Hunter's rage. He just needed to be good... 

He pressed himself close, kissing as best as he could, tears finally spilling out of the corners of his eyes as his heart pounded fast and loud. As he kissed him he tried to breathe through his moans. His prostate was rubbed in a constant maddening rhythm. His tongue pressed into Hunter’s, pushing hard, aggressive.

The bitch was hungry. Spike could protest all he liked, but deep down, Hunter could see the truth in him. That Spike needed a strong hand, needed direction, someone to control and direct him. The pack they’d left in the bar had seemed pleased, enthusiastic even, that someone finally had the little princess on a leash. Now that Spike knew his threats weren’t empty, missing a physical piece, perhaps finally the bitch would listen. Listen while still staying true to that power and ruthless nature Hunter loved.

Groaning into the kiss, Hunter let the bitch dominate his mouth for a moment, the thrill of that power and aggression making him thrust harder against Spike’s cock, his fingers pumping hard and fast in that sloppy hole. With a soft growl, however, he caught Spike’s tongue with his teeth, biting just hard enough to hurt, before releasing, grinning.

“That’s what I thought,” Hunter rumbled, his voice low, more felt than heard. “You need this. Protest all you like, baby, but you’re always most sincere with my cock in you.”

Teeth bright and sharp, he twisted his hand again, tucking his thumb into his palm as he withdrew his fingers, lightly biting the claim mark as he pushed his hand forward again, purring as his hand slid in. The bitch was so loose and wet, but he still took it slow, lifting his lips from the bitch’s throat to watch Spike’s face as he pushed his hand deeper, feeling the way the bitch’s hole stretched. He grunted softly as he felt his hand fully sucked in, the tight press of the bitch’s ass clenching around his wrist. It was so hot, so slippery, inside, his fingers gently rubbing. 

“Bet I could fuck your with my knot…” Hunter growled, pushing his hand a little deeper, feeling the slick slide of the bitch’s hole stretching; slowly, ever so slowly, he curled his fingers into a fist, before rocking his hand inside. 

Spike's nails dug into Hunter's back, sinking into flesh, the scent of blood. The muscles in his body were flexing hard as his cock was being stoked, pressed and rubbed into Hunter's throbbing erection. The fingers in him spread him wide, pulling, as they pumped into him relentlessly. Spike mewled into Hunter's mouth, eyes squeezed shut. It was too much for his already tired body, for his trembling muscles. The bite on his tongue ran all the way down, making his cock leak and his hole squeeze hard around the fingers inside.

"Ahhh..." Spike cried out as he felt the hand twist and the fingers pull out, leaving his abused hole sensitive and twitching. Cry turned into a growl when Hunter bit down on his neck and pushed inside again. He breathed in sharply, eyes stinging with tears as he felt him go in, deeper and further, stretching him painfully.

Spike forced his muscles to relax, figuring the hard way how much more it hurt otherwise. His heart was trying to climb up his throat. Tears rolled down his cheeks when he felt the stretch easing after the whole hand pushed through. Spike sobbed in pain, shame and confusing pleasure, his cock quivering from the pressure of being stuffed so full he felt like he would split open, his prostate squished.

" Stop. .." Spike whimpered pitifully, his whole body trembling. This couldn't be happening to him...

He cried, sweat on his back cooling from the wind. He tried to hide his face, his body felt like it was at its limit but then the pressure inside him got solid and bigger, rocking inside him, crushing his prostate. Spike came with a scream, perly shots of cum over his own stomach, hole stretched too wide to be able to squirm and squeeze properly. Spike’s body shook as he sobbed through it. 

Hunter was enraptured, watching his bitch’s face as Spike fell apart, once again, coming with screams and sobs. He stroked their cocks, feeling the lack of a knot in Spike’s erection, groaning and kissing the bitch’s lower lip. Coming without a knot, feeling too much, too good, being such a good bitch. A shiver of pleasure ran through him as he released his fingers, slid his hand out of Spike, his entire hand covered with come. 

“So good… ” Hunter purred, biting Spike’s lip.

His cock was fully hard, throbbing with need, dripping wet from Spike’s semen and his own precum. He pulled Spike back from the support beam, kissing hungrily, rutting his cock against Spike’s pulsing dick, spreading come between them, letting go of their cocks to grab double handfuls of Spike’s gorgeous ass, kneading the firm flesh with a low growl.

“Let go of me,” he rumbled, voice warm and pleased, spinning the bitch around the minute Spike’s feet touched the ground. 

He pushed Spike’s chest against the beam, hands stroking up the bitch’s body to rub and squeeze Spike’s full tits, biting and kissing down the bitch’s back. He shoved his cock against Spike’s ass, fucking his length against the split, rubbing and grinding, nearly lost in his need.

“Hold onto that.” Hunter directed, giving Spike’s pectorals a final rub before he stroked down his bitch’s sides, tilting Spike’s hips. “Been so good. You want to keep being good for me? So pleased with you, precious.”

He held Spike in place as he lined up his cock, gasping as the slightest pressure made the head slide right in. He moaned softly, rolling his hips forward, easily sliding inside, watching as his entire length disappeared inside his bitch. He had to bite his lip to control his need to come, holding Spike in place as he squeezed one ass cheek, thumb tugging at the edge of that sweet hole. Puffy and soaked in come, it was easy to push his thumb inside, to stretch the bitch open as he pumped his cock slowly, watching how eagerly Spike’s ass accepted him.

“Move on it,” Hunter rumbled. “Show me how good you want to be for me. How much you love taking cock.” He let go of Spike’s ass, hand sliding around to grip the bitch’s cock, stroking it, keeping it from going soft. “Fuck me with your ass.”

Spike felt a cool soft touch over his trembling lower lip as tears were rolling down his cheeks, leaving cold paths over his flushed skin. He sniffled, finally unclenching his teeth to breathe hard through his mouth. An exhaling gasp left him as he felt the shift inside him, the solid form getting smaller, softer, slipping out of him almost with ease.

He was trembling, sobbing as Hunter bit his lip. His fingers felt numb from how hard he had been gripping at the man... He couldn’t believe it… That Hunter had stuck his whole hand inside him, and that now he was left with a repulsive feeling of emptiness inside as his insides pulsed with the beating of his heart.

Hunter pulled him into another kiss, but this time Spike just let it happen, his body and mind too spent. A shuddering sob escaped him when Hunter thrusted his cock against his, hand moving away to grab and squeeze his ass painfully hard.

He let go of Hunter, pulling his hands away almost in a panic when he was told to. For a second not able to understand, scared that he had made him angry by holding that strongly onto him. When his feet touched the ground, Spike realized how weak his knees had become. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop Hunter from spinning him around, pushing him against the beam. His knees were trembling as he gripped the wooden pillar, desperate for some support to keep his balance. He panted strained as his tits were squeezed, feeling teeth and heat over his back, sending a shiver up his spine, nipples growing even harder. His head spun when Hunter thrusted his cock between his cheeks, rubbing and grinding, claws digging into the wood. It felt so hot, so slick…

Spike couldn’t believe he was letting this happen… couldn’t believe he had no choice. That this was the only thing that he could do. Because he was turned bitch . Tears slid down his cheeks, heart thumping painfully in his chest, as he felt hands over his sides, stopping on his waist, tugging his hips into position. Goosebumps spread over his body, fainty aware of what he was doing, his hair in damp tangled waves around his face and plastered over his back.

His growl turned into a whimper as the cock head slipped inside him, easy and slick. His waist trembled, his own dick twitching from the sensation. It made his head throb in shame, knowing his body was reacting, that he was still hard because he came even before his knot had started to form. This had never happened to him before… Hunter pushed in his whole length in one roll of his hips, prompting a low, rough growl out of Spike. He released all the air he hadn’t noticed he had been holding in, suddenly feeling full and stuffed, length rubbing his insides hot, hole twitching feebly around Hunter’s cock, stretched beyond use.

Spike sobbed feeling his hole being prodded further, gasping as the stretch became tighter as the cock started to pump him slowly. His claws dug into the beam, Spike could feel the thick length throbbing, rearranging him inside, the slide easy…

Spike’s breath shook when Hunter told him to move… fuck himself on his cock… He breathed hard, his ass pressing into Hunter, grinding, as the man reached around and stroked his dick, making him choke on a moan. Spike moaned and sobbed weakly, clenched. His hole rippled weakly, the muscles tight and stretched painfully. Then he started moving, his cock twitching and leaking as he pulled himself off and back onto Hunter’s length, panting, forehead pressed into the beam.

Ever since the conversation at the bar, months ago, when Spike had been complaining about that bitch, Ran, Hunter had known, seen, Spike really was a bitch. Strong. Dangerous. Incredibly attractive. The kind of bitch few would be able to handle. Clearly made to be bent under a man, rather than fucking one. Watching Spike thrust onto his cock, clinging to the porch, Hunter felt a swelling of pride at just how perfect this bitch was. He couldn’t help but thrust when Spike’s ass slid down to the base of his cock, slapping their flesh together, listening to how the bitch moaned and sobbed from the increased stimulation. 

Keeping a hold on Spike’s slender waist, to give the bitch a little balance, he kept his other hand on the bitch’s cock, letting Spike’s own hips guide how much his cock was stroked. He grunted and groaned as the bitch rode his dick, watching as every last bit of it was swallowed down, occasionally giving a hard shove when Spike thrust fully back onto him. 

“Tell me how it feels,” Hunter moaned, tilting Spike’s hips to help guide each roll into the bitch’s prostate. “How it feels to be so slick, so full…” He slammed forward, holding Spike on his cock for a moment, stirring around inside, then letting the bitch move again. “Keep fucking yourself, princess. You’ve got everything you need right here. Could fuck your ass for hours.”

He stroked his hand up Spike’s dick, thumb rubbing at the sensitive, slick skin beneath the head of Spike’s penis, then up over the slit, rubbing the precum all over the straining head. He was impressed how quickly Spike could get hard, how long he could hold an erection. It opened all kinds of possibilities.

Spike’s bones quaked when Hunter thrusted hard into him, digging his cock as deep as it could go, making him feel like he was punching a hole through him, rubbing his insides hard and heavy. Punched all the air out of his lungs, made his cock leak, precum beading off the head and dripping down onto Hunter’s stroking hand. Spike’s stomach was flexing, arms trembling from how hard he was holding onto the porch beam. His hole squeezed harder before he pulled away again.

Shivers ran up his body, knees too weak. The only thing holding him steady on his feet was Hunter’s grip on his waist and dick, and the cock inside him. He moaned and sobbed, fucking himself on Hunter. The shame of it was so great that his flush had spread over his shoulders… desperate, filthy noise escaping him when Hunter tilted his hips in a way that the cock inside prodded into his most sensitive spot, his ass clenching as he slammed hard and stayed inside before grinding into him.

Spike didn’t want to answer. He didn’t know what to say. There was nothing he could say. He didn’t like it… But it made his cock twitch and his knot start to swell. He sniffled, breathing hard, drool dripping out of his mouth, throat feeling raw…

“It feels…” he stifled a sob, unable to understand why he had to speak. Why did he have to say anything?… Wasn’t this already enough? What did Hunter even want to hear? “It’s hot…” Spike was panting, eyes glazing over as his cock refused to swell further despited the maddening rubbing. “Cock’s so fucking big …” his words slurred into a growl as he squeezed his eyes shut, tears dripping because he was admitting it. Saying it… It made it feel even more real, more intense… “Pressing… so hard…” he couldn’t stand listening to himself speak, voice deep and raw with sex. He moved his hips around when Hunter's hand stroked his dick, pressing on the sensitive underside, milking more precum out of him with a shuddering sob. His thighs trembled. 

Hunter’s head spun from the sound of Spike’s voice. His bitch was feeling so good, despite being unable to fully admit it. Loved the cock inside, loved how fully he was being possessed. He could hear it in each deep, trembling syllable, feel it as the bitch moved on his cock, rubbing around, sobbing from having that beautiful dick played with. 

The way Spike’s ass squeezed and rocked on him, working his dick deeper, made him jerk Spike’s cock faster, just the tip, stroking and rubbing the sensitive head, though keeping most of his focus on the skin just beneath. He leaned over Spike’s back, groaning as the bitch’s ass came alive around his cock, throbbing and flexing, Spike’s hips rolling him as deep as he could reach. He bit the back of the bitch’s neck, breathing in the scent of Spike’s hair, the sweat, the dirt and heady musk of sex. 

Groaning, Hunter let go of Spike’s neck, holding Spike’s hip as he ground his cock inside, moving with Spike’s desperate squirming. “Having difficulty… finding the right words, precious?” He asked, slickly running his hand down Spike’s cock, holding the filling bulb of Spike’s knot. “Need help… finding the right words… with a demonstration?”

Keeping hold of both Spike’s waist and cock, Hunter withdrew almost entirely, looking down to see the head of his cock barely held in the bitch’s sloppy ass, before he slammed forward. He could feel his own knot starting to fill, grunting as the bitch took it easily, then slid out slow, eyes watching each stretch and squeeze, before shoving back in fully. He could hear Spike’s claws digging into the wood of the porch beam as he started mercilessly fucking Spike’s ass, his cock easily sliding in and out, grunting as he built up to an almost vicious pace. If he hadn’t already fucked Spike before, hadn’t stretched him further, he knew there would have been blood. Looking down, all he could see was the come he’d left in the bitch before, pure white and foaming from being worked so quickly.

His cock was swelling from the knot, filling the bitch more, but not catching in that loosened hole, despite the squeezing as he hit the bitch’s prostate rapidly, hips smacking out a brutal staccato against Spike’s ass. “Tell me… how it feels… your ass…” Hunter growled between heavy gasps. “Describe it… feel it… Tell me! How does my dick feel in you?”

Spike sagged on his hands, on the claws dug into the wood. Everything was getting fuzzy and his legs couldn’t hold him properly. His head hung, hair around his face as he had bent down further from the starting position, having trouble holding steady the more Hunter pounded into him. The more he stroked his cock, rubbing on the head. He breathed deeply, in rhythm of the thrusting of the cock inside him. His air being pushed out with every heavy slam.

His back hurt, his muscles trembled, his hole felt sore and rubbed raw. But the pleasure inside was maddening and persistent, making him leak, hole squeezing and twitching, insides fluttering around the cock as he was completely rearranged inside. He cried low and deep when he felt the teeth on the back of his neck. The animal instincts inside him told him to submit, making him whimper until he was released. He panted through clenched teeth, snarl stuck in the back of his throat as Hunter stroked and held his filling knot.

Spike’s mind drew a blank as Hunter held him by the waist, pulling out almost completely only to slam into him, stuffing him full fast and hard. Spike cried, eyes watering as his cock quivered. The pressure was growing, the stretch thinner as Hunter did it again and again. Spike’s claws dug into the porch beam, desperately holding on, fucked so hard he could only take it and try not to break. A heavy pleasure was building inside of him, the cock inside him rubbing, pressing, poking, stabbing, pulling all of him out and then back in.

When Hunter told him to speak again, this time Spike didn’t have the luxury of thinking.

“It feels good…” he sobbed, panting and growling. “Fuck… full… fills me up…” voice deep and raw. “ Ahh… so good and hot… too big, I can’t take it…” he sobbed, his knot filling in further as his prostate was being abused. “Hard…” he breathed out desperately. “Fuck me so hard… fuck…”

Hunter shuddered as Spike babbled with pleasure, admitting it was good, admitting he liked it. It made his cock feel heavier, his knot filling more as his ability to think was fading as well. There was only the feeling of that hot suction around him, the trembling of Spike’s thighs, the scent of his bitch’s arousal as he was getting fucked in the way Spike needed it. Driving all other thoughts from both their minds, giving in to the wolf.

Hunter gasped as his knot thickened further, feeling it rub deep inside his bitch, Spike’s ass trying to hold it in, but it popped out with a wet slurp, only to shove nearly all the way back in. His bitch was relaxed enough, feeling good, braced to take him and nothing else. He needed to fuck his bitch with it, shove Spike further, indulge in his own need as well. He let go of Spike’s cock, needing to hold onto that slender waist with both hands as he pulled the bitch into his next thrust, burying the knot with surprising ease, groaning low and needy. 

There was only a slight resistance as he continued working his knot in and out, slowing only slightly to make sure the bitch could take it, before he started fucking Spike hard again. His knot slid in and out smoothly, his eyes watching as that amazing hole stretched around him, slickly sucking him back in. It was astounding, watching how easily his bitch took his knot again and again and again, the head of his cock spearing into the bitch’s prostate, only for the knot to add further pressure.

Once his cock was moving fluidly, Spike’s ass hungrily devouring and releasing his bulbous knot, Hunter braced his feet, his legs shaking as the nearly overwhelming pleasure made his vision blur. He kept his cock deeper, focusing on fucking Spike with his knot, rather than thrusting the entire length of his dick in and out, knowing it would keep the bitch’s prostate continuously stimulated. He was moaning and growling, mouth sucking and mouthing at Spike’s neck and shoulders, eyes watering from pleasure so full it almost hurt.

“Harder…and I’ll break you…aagh, fuck… Spike… ” Hunter rumbled, his voice nearly lost in moans and heaving breaths. 

His hips lost all rhythm as he came, pumping wildly, shooting deep into the bitch, only for the knot to drag some of the come loose, sending it cascading down Spike’s thighs, then plugged back up, only to release more semen as his knot rubbed up and down, in and out.

Spike’s tits were swaying with the motion of the thrusts, every hard smack shaking him completely. His knees were weak, making his thighs tremble as he struggled to stay on his feet, holding on to the porch beam for his life. Spike was whining, voice breaking off at every hard plunge, his ass stuffed so full he thought he would die, pulsating pleasure pressing into him along with each heavy thrust. He sobbed as he felt what could only be Hunter’s knot, spreading him further, making his bones ache, his sloppy wet ass throbbing around it.

Hunter let go of his cock and Spike could feel it sway and slap against his thigh, his own knot almost completely filled in, his climax delayed again when he was released. His whole body was pulsating with pleasure and ache, his cock leaking but refusing to cum. Hunter’s hands were on his waist, holding him firmly in place as he buried his knot completely inside, shaking Spike to the core, making him yelp and tremble as he then pulled it out. Spike’s tired and abused hole tried to hold on, twitching feebly. He sobbed without a voice. There was no more space, he was stretched so thin he was going to die, yet he could feel the knot fuck in and out of his hole. Hard. The throbbing bulb slammed and crushed his prostate with every plunge, while the cock head stabbed at his insides…

The force of the thrust jolted Spike forward, pressing him against the beam, making him sob and scream. His own cock throbbed painfully, needing to be stroked, to lock his knot in. Spike had no strength as Hunter fucked him with his knot, suddenly pleasure shooting through him, shaking his whole spine. His throbbing cock ejaculated with every plundge into his plush insides. His mind was blank as he was taken over by a painfully hard orgasm, waist shaking with the strain, his hole squirming and making useless attempts to hold on to the cock inside. 

A heavy warmth shot in his guts, being pushed, pumped into him. Spike couldn’t take it, he gave out a broken wail, getting fucked through his orgasm, filled up to the brim. So hot… it was so hot… And then it spilled out of him, whimpering and sobbing, trembling as the come leaked down his legs. There was no strength left in him as his knees completely gave out, held up only by Hunter’s grip on his waist as he kept fucking his knot in an out, the stimulation and pleasure painful and overwhelming. Spike started to feel his mind slip, with no stimulation on his own knot, his cock had already softened, swaying with the motion. Then it all went dark, a release from the crushing stimuli, only for his mind to return a second later by the knot pushing into him, pulverizing his prostate as hot cum leaked out of him.

“Hunter…” Spike sobbed with almost no voice, hanging in Hunter’s arms, muscles trembling, unable to hold his weight. “It hurts…” he sobbed helplessly, fingers barely holding on to the beam, his claws gone, too exhausted even for partial transformation.

All thoughts beyond burying himself in a hot body, a hot hole, were gone from Hunter’s head as he pumped his cock, filled Spike, only to let it spill uselessly to the ground. No one had lived through this, his knot fucking them, a low snarl parting his damp lips. The wolf had taken over, the desire to own, completely, to devour .

Hunter’s eyes refocused, hearing his name, breath catching. His hips stopped so suddenly he nearly stumbled, cock slipping out of Spike’s abused ass. Shaking from the force of his orgasm, he had to lean one hand against the beam, holding Spike against his chest as he caught his breath, let his mind clear. For one desperate moment, he thought he’d torn Spike open again, but he could only smell come, sweat, and tears. 

Forcing himself upright, legs trembling from the effort, he kept an arm around Spike, his grunt turning into a growl as he hauled the man up, getting an arm under Spike’s knees. The bitch’s limp body nearly slipped from his arms as he took his first few steps, making him cuddle Spike to his chest, as he finally managed to bridal carry the bitch up the stairs, onto the porch, and into the cabin. The head injury the bitch had given him earlier throbbed faintly, his arms feeling like there was no more strength in them, and his legs shaking with each step. His eyes focused on the table, where he finally managed to deposit his bitch, resting on top of him with a tired groan.

They were both filthy. Smeared with dirt, covered in each other’s come. Hunter let out a low, moaning sigh, rubbing his hands up Spike’s sides, then back down, nuzzling into the bitch’s throat, kissing slowly. “Mm, you still alive, precious?” He mumbled, smiling faintly, fully aware of Spike’s heart thudding against his chest, seemingly in time with his own.

Spike’s mind was barely holding on, kept awake by the relentless pounding. He felt sore and raw and tired. There was barely any pleasure left - there, just at the edge of the pain, unattainable. He would break before he could reach it again…

When Hunter stopped thrusting, Spike was overtaken by a heavier trembling of his muscles. He gasped and groaned, rough and pained, as Hunter’s cock slipped out of him. His ass was pulsing, he could feel that pulsing up into his stomach, his prostate burning along with his insides. There was relief from the pressing pain from before but he still felt ruined and raw, so tired he couldn’t move.

His eyes closed, finally given a rest, pressed into damp warmth, held. He was in a daze when he felt being lifted up, no longer forced to keep upright. Spike completely let go, not even aware how he was being carried as he cuddled himself into the warmth closest to him, Hunter’s chest, the chill in the air disappearing. Too soon he felt his ass press into something solid and cold, laying on his back, legs hanging. He was being touched, rubbed over his sides, barely being kept away from the lull that was trying to devour him into sleep. His whole body ached, the throbbing inside him almost unbearably heavy. Soft kisses on his throat made him groan softly, almost like a purr as his mind started to drift off.

As tempting as it was to fall asleep, Hunter made himself stay conscious, kissing Spike’s throat and chest as the bitch melted into each touch. The instinct to care for a mate after such a thorough breeding called at the deeper animal part of him, lips dragging and kissing to Spike’s face, lightly licking the salt from damp cheeks. 

Grunting, he made himself pull away, staggering as his cock heavily swayed against his thigh, sore from overuse. He snatched the hand towel from the hanger beneath the kitchen sink, turning on the faucet. He drank from the tap, thirsty enough that he could feel the moisture seeping into his throat and stomach, making him take long gulps. Thirst sated, he rubbed water over himself, rinsing away come and flecks of mud. Hands wet, he tossed the towel beneath the running water, as he fumbled with the cabinets, getting out a large glass to fill with water. It took far more effort and concentration than it should as he set aside the glass, turned on the hot tap to warm the towel, then turned off the sink and wrung out the excess water. 

Shuffling back to Spike’s side, he set down the glass before getting to work, wiping off the worst of the dirt and come. He lifted one of Spike’s knees, wiping the bitch’s ass, checking that, yes, the bitch had taken him in without injury, the soft pucker still loose, still dribbling semen as he gently prodded it, pulling it open. Grinning tiredly, Hunter rumbled a soft purr, kissing Spike’s stomach, licking and kissing up to the bitch’s mouth.

“Don’t fall asleep, yet,” he murmured, sliding an arm beneath Spike’s shoulders, lifting the bitch against his chest, making Spike sit up. “Drink.” He purred, lifting the glass to Spike’s lips, kissing the side of Spike’s head.

Spike was somewhere between sleep and exhausting awareness. Soft kisses that made everything feel less painful, less horrible. Soft and warm and gentle and he sank into them, hands lifting uselessly up, to rest with no strength over warm flesh. His fingers brushed at skin as they fell back down on the table, on his own stomach, while his face was being kissed.

When that disappeared and he was left alone on the table to rest, his head fell to the side. He could feel his hair, stuck on his back and chest, pulling with the movement as if glued to his body. Somewhere in the background he could hear the sound of water running, realizing how thirsty he was, how parched his throat was from all the exertion and screaming, but he was too tired to get up, his muscles too spent. 

He started to drift off again when he was awakened by the sound of a heavy glass, placed close, and the warm feeling of a towel running over his legs that felt wet and cold. His knee being lifted up… he would have protested if he had any strength, instead he only whined as he hole was being prodded, pulled open again, whining turning into whimper. The unpleasantness of it was forgotten when his stomach was kissed softly, easing the throbbing pain inside. The sensation moving up until it reached his mouth - the taste of cum and saliva… his own cum over his stomach.

He was lifted up with a protesting noise, whining as he was forced to sit on his abused ass. Spike pressed closer into Hunter’s chest, tilting so his weight was not on his ass anymore, but in his thighs and the upper body pressed into the man holding him. He drank when he was told to, parched and thirsty as he was he gulped the water into large sips, not taking the time to breathe before he finished the whole glass, water dripping off his chin. His stomach felt even heavier now…

Chuckling at how eager his bitch was for water, Hunter supported the wolf’s heavy weight, tilting the glass with Spike’s gulping swallows. Eyes heavy lidded, he sucked the drops of water from Spike’s chin, setting aside the glass as he continued his sucking to Spike’s lips, kissing with surprising gentleness. He’d completely worn his bitch out, more than happy to hold and snuggle as Spike sought out his warmth and support.

“I know you want to rest, precious,” Hunter murmured, finding the change from violent defiance to soft submission endearing, “but we need to rinse you out.”

He didn’t wait for agreement, or protest, lifting up the bitch with a heavy grunt, Spike’s legs loosely hanging on either side of his waist, one arm beneath the bitch’s thighs, the other holding Spike against his chest. He nuzzled into Spike’s throat, kissing again, before taking slow, stiff steps to the bedroom, and into the bathroom. His bare feet could feel the scratches in the tiles as he made his way to the toilet, nearly toppling over as he deposited Spike onto the open seat.

Standing up with a groan and a sigh, Hunter stroked his hand over Spike’s tangled hair. That wouldn’t do. He knew how much pride his bitch took in that hair, how much he, himself, loved seeing it taken care of and flowing. Stretching his shoulders, he moved away to rummage about, finding the stock of douches he kept, shaking it up as he also retrieved Spike’s comb and brush. 

Setting down the comb, he set to work cleaning his bitch out, mouth on Spike’s throat, kissing and lightly biting. Once finished, he tossed aside the empty douche bottle, cupping Spike’s face. “Want to wash off?” He asked, lightly nipping the bitch’s lower lip. “Or food?”

With sleep still in his eyes, Spike groaned softly as he felt lips on his chin, gentle but demanding as they moved on his mouth. Spike kissed back just as softly, his heart still pounding heavy, feeling his abdomen pulse along, his insides raw and aching. When Hunter pulled away from the kiss, Spike leaned forward, face pressing into shoulder, unable to stop from sniffling when he was told that he couldn't rest, helpless to refuse...

Spike was spent, his body, and his mind. He had attempted to escape, only to be caught again. Beaten down and almost castrated... Left with only one testicle, to remind him how easy it would be to lose that too. He couldn't let that happen... He just couldn't. So he had to play along. Had to make Hunter happy. Be a good bitch ...

Tears rolled down his cheeks without making a sound as he was embraced, legs around Hunter's waist. He was held up, arm under his thighs, and another around his back, pressing him closer. His cheek felt hot as it pressed against stubble. And he let it happen... He was too weak to fight back. He had never been weak. But he had to yield now or his life would have been over... He had to. He was trying to tell himself that. That he had to. That it wasn't a choice - to suck Hunter's cock, to play with his own ass, to fuck himself on a dick, to come from his ass while getting knotted and bred...

His mind refused to believe this as his reality despite knowing that he had no other choice. Spike couldn't be a bitch... He was an alpha. He had been an alpha all his life. There wasn't anyone stronger or more resilient than him... He had a right to trample on others, to enjoy himself a bitch, to live an easy life after the war— not sit on a toilet, cleaning cum out of his knot-fucked ass... 

His eyes were misty, half lidded, eyelashes wet, as his face was being cupped. Spike's hand was holding onto a forearm. Warm palms on his cheeks, his gaze lifted hesitantly, searching for the right answer.

"Wash..." he mumbled muffled as Hunter nipped his lip. He couldn't stand knowing what his body had gone through. But maybe he wouldn't feel so dirty if he washed...

Hunter ran his thumbs under Spike’s lower lashes, wiping away tears. His emotional, vicious bitch. The hesitation in those pretty green eyes made him smile slightly; had the gravity of the situation Spike had put himself in, trying to run away, occurred to his bitch? Perhaps the lesson would finally stick. He liked his bitch strong, liked the challenge, but he also wanted to be able to trust the bitch wouldn’t try to leave, wouldn’t try a cheap shot at him again.

“You know…” Hunter murmured, still holding Spike’s face between his hands, “Challenging me, is one thing. What you did? Before you attempted to escape? Cowardly. I would be fully within my rights, as your alpha, to have killed you.” His gaze was dark, serious, the eyes of a predator as he gazed into Spike’s eyes, dragging his thumb down to tug at Spike’s lower lip. “Care too much about you to do that. But a testicle? Fair payment. Next time you run?” He brushed his lips against Spike’s, eyelids lowering, his voice low, like that of a lover, speaking soft endearments. “I’m taking your cock.”

He looked into Spike’s eyes, smiling sweetly, before kissing the bitch on the forehead as he got up to run the bath. Not too hot, as he knew his bitch was sore, keeping his attention on the bitch, aware that he would always need to keep his guard up. At least until Spike acknowledged him fully as alpha. Maybe the bitch needed other reminders? For now, it was enough to have permanently removed a part the bitch held dear.

“Do you need help with your hair?” He asked.

Hunter reached and Spike closed his eyes, feeling the fingers glide over his eyelashes, heart beating heavy. His gaze shook slightly as he saw the small smile. His face was being held and he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. He was not such a weakling to do that. He wouldn’t be, no matter how he felt… But the words Hunter spoke dug deep, stabbed at his chest.

Spike had attacked Hunter from behind. Had run… It was cowardly. He couldn’t argue. It made tears well up in his eyes, feeling as if his throat was being squeezed. It wasn’t what he would have ever done before. There could only be a proper challenge between wolves. As an alpha he wouldn’t have let this slide if it was his bitch that did it. If it was Ran… he would have probably branded him as a common bitch. Washed his hands off a bitch that didn’t know its place or even proper manners…

His expression distorted as tears ran down his cheeks. He tried to lower his head but he couldn’t, it only made him cry harder, holding his breath in to keep quiet which made him tremble. Spike felt Hunter’s thumb drag and tug at his quivering lip. He was trembling as the man continued speaking - cutting off parts of him… If he tried it again… Spike thought that he might have, even if it was cowardly, his life was more important than the rules of a fair challenge… but Hunter would… he would cut it off? 

He inhaled sharply, hiccuping as more tears slid down his cheeks. For some reason he believed it.

“I’m sorry…” he trembled, face distorted as he cried. This was his life… he couldn’t deny it anymore, no matter how unbelievable it was. “I won’t do it again.” he whimpered right before Hunter kissed him on the forehead. It was like a permission for him to breathe again.

When Hunter went to fill the bath, Spike wiped his eyes with his trembling forearm, muscles still sore from holding onto that beam for so long. When he was asked if he needed help he shook his head, managing to get a ‘no’ out.

Hunter’s brows drew together, his jaw tightening as Spike cried and sniffled. At least his bitch understood, though he doubted it was the last time Spike would cause problems for him. It seemed to be in the bitch’s nature to be self absorbed, undisciplined, only caring about himself. Still, a part of him worried that he’d done deeper damage. If Spike was broken— He’d wait to find out. He doubted just one punishment would have done it. 

Looking over his shoulder, he watched as Spike picked up the comb, breathing in deeply. Stepping away from the bath as it filled, he went to rummage in the bathroom closet again. There were so many things he hadn’t thrown out besides the citrus shampoo. He found, in the back where he’d shoved everything else, a small, nearly empty bottle of hair detangler, as well as an equally nearly empty bottle of hair oil. He ran his thumb over the label, eyes distant for a moment, before setting them down on the sink within Spike’s reach.

“Should get you your own things,” Hunter breathed out, pulling a leaf from Spike’s hair.

He stood quietly, watching as Spike worked at the sweaty tangles, before sighing, heading towards the tub. He needed to bathe as well. He stank of sex and there were small smears of mud he hadn’t been able to clean away, as well as blood and thicker tissue under his fingernails from when he’d removed Spike’s testicle. He examined his fingernails for a moment before going back to the closet to find a fingernail brush.

“What kind of scents do you like?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the tub, his legs still trembling slightly.

Spike took the comb in his hand, the solid handle enough to make him try to stop crying. Hunter didn’t like him crying… 

He sniffled but he wasn’t crying anymore as he focused on his hair. Doing something familiar. Taking care of his hair had always been something he loved to do. For a moment he didn’t have to think about anything. Just about detangling his hair. He pulled all of it to one side, combing out the ends carefully, trying hard not to pull. He stopped for a second as he saw Hunter leave something on the sink, seeing what it was before looking up at him.

“Thanks…” he mumbled, voice not all there from how much he had screamed before. He looked at the floor as Hunter pulled a leaf out of his hair, looking up as he left to go in the tub.

Spike went back to combing out his hair, using some of the products to make it easier, the familiar motion helping to calm his mind. Only his eyes moved toward the other man as he spoke again, unsure of what to say in answer. Hunter had never asked him things like this - always deciding for him…

“...light scents.” he answered, continuing to comb his hair only because it made this easier - doing something. “I have a sensitive nose.” he added, face flushed. Saying it like this was better than admitting heavier scents made him dizzy.

Seeing what a mess Spike’s hair was, and remembering how his own hair used to get when he let it get long, too long, Hunter knew it would take a while. Long enough that he would be able to wash off and start a fresh bath for Spike. Besides, it was a strange feeling, trying to have a conversation about normal things, while sitting awkwardly on a tub. 

With a grunt, Hunter lowered himself into the bath water, letting out a small groan. He liked his baths hotter, but this was nice, serviceable. He got to work washing himself off, grabbing the orange blossom shampoo, not really caring what he smelled like, so long as it wasn’t dirt and old come. He nodded in approval at hearing Spike’s answer; light scents. Good. Anything too heavy made him feel nauseated. While the orange blossom shampoo had been convenient, as it was left over from his life before, he wanted to move on. Needed to move on. He made a note in his mind to pick up some hair supplies for his bitch; while it was Spike’s duty to look good, it was his to make sure Spike had what he needed to do that.

He rinsed off his hair, looking at Spike as he reached for the soap, a light, woodsy scent. “And food. What do you like eating?” He scrubbed his armpits, watching how cute his bitch looked, rosy cheeked, working loose tangles. “I’ve just been guessing. Making what I like.”

Spike’s choices of food weren’t anything special. Meat mostly. It had been his primary diet during the war but when his bitch had started cooking for him he had tried a lot of different things, with reluctance. Some of them were not so bad. Either way he could eat anything but grass. Throughout his life he had no opportunity to be picky and now even more… he was lucky to even be fed…

He combed his hair slowly, working his way from the bottom to the top, while Hunter washed himself. Soon after he was done with his bath, Spike was done with his hair. His whole body ached but he fought through it to scrub himself clean, feeling a tightening in his chest when his hand would go over his ballsack - smaller, only one testicle left. It wouldn’t heal. It wouldn’t grow back. It was the first injury he wasn’t able to heal… It was gone. He had never imagined losing anything like that. And the thought that he could lose his cock next time… made him shiver.

Spike didn’t take too long washing, aware that Hunter didn’t like to wait for him. Either way he felt a bit better now that he was clean.  He could almost forget…

While the bitch was bathing, Hunter slapped together something simple and fast to eat, wearing boxers and a shirt which was a little small. The war had changed him, made him stronger. The fabric pulled and stretched as he toasted bread and got thick sliced bacon roasting in the oven. He was rinsing off tomatoes when he heard water running down the drain in the bathroom. 

Wiping his hands dry, he glanced at the oven timer, pulling out the bacon just before the timer went off. As the crispy, heavenly smell of bacon followed after him, he picked up the clothing he’d found for Spike. It was probably a little much, the fabric of the tank top soft and gauzy, see through and loose, made to drape and do little to hide what was beneath it, along with a lace pair of panties in a pink that matched well enough to suit him. What really mattered to him, was how the back was split up the middle, able to be tied close with satin ribbon for a semblance of modesty.

He opened the door to the bathroom as Spike was stepping out of the tub, naked and clean, beautiful and all his. Hunter hummed an appreciative sigh, leaning against the door frame for a moment before walking into the room.

“Here,” he said, holding out the lingerie. “Dry off and put these on.” He found himself drawing closer, almost outside of his control, his free hand reaching up to gently lift a lock of the wolf’s damp hair. “Let me help you with this. I love your hair.”

Spike's muscles still ached, he could still feel his abdomen throb. His ass still felt soft and puffy... The thought of why it was like that made him furious and it made him want to cry. But he was too tired for either of those emotions. His body was barely healing as it was. His bloody knees, that were scratched up from riding Hunter in the woods, they had only scabbed over. Injuries of that kind would take less than an hour to heal normally. All his energy was going into staying awake, trying to function. Wash himself. Do what he was told...

As the door opened, Spike was just getting out of the tub, his wet hair sticking over his shoulders and back. When he saw Hunter standing there, looking him over. His first instinct was to growl at him to fuck off. Leave him alone. But he couldn't. He could only stand there as Hunter handed him a small bundle of pink... His body wasn't sure if it should pale or flush at the sight of that underwear.

He was supposed to wear that? Spike was?...

Spike took what was handed to him with a trembling hand. A mix between anger, frustration and mortifying horror. His stomach turned when Hunter touched his hair, playing with a lock of it... In the past, if someone else had done that he would have punched them. He could only agree to whatever Hunter wanted. Too afraid to say anything. 

He could smell the scent of bacon and bread and that was the only thing he allowed himself to think about.

The momentary look of rage eased the concern for his bitch’s mental state: Spike still had plenty of fight, though he was learning to stop challenging so openly. Hunter felt himself grow warm, loving how feisty Spike was. It was what had drawn him in, made him decide he couldn’t leave Spike to whatever judgement Sasha and her husband had in mind.

He continued stroking the bit of hair, lightly wrapping it around his finger. “Is that a yes?” He asked, setting aside the clothing to pull Spike close, turning him around to face the small mirror above the sink.

It had been a long time since he’d last cared for someone’s hair, though he found himself falling into the familiar routine quickly. He carefully towelled Spike’s hair, working some of the beneficial hair milk through it, making another note in his mind to pick up more, as it had a light scent they both would find pleasing. 

Each slight tangle worked loose, and Spike’s hair hanging in drying waves, he ran his hands over Spike’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss the back of the man’s neck. Wasting little time, he picked up the lingerie, directing Spike to step up so he could slide on the lace panties, tying them shut in the back, before pulling the loose, gauzy top over Spike’s head. Gently spreading Spike’s hair out, he looked over the bitch’s shoulder, getting a good look at Spike in soft, translucent material, the bitch’s nipples fully visible, the fabric barely reaching Spike’s stomach. Rumbling in pleasure, Hunter slid his arms around the bitch, one hand sliding under the top to caress Spike’s nipples.

“Come eat.” Hunter purred, feeling himself growing slightly hard as he pressed against Spike’s ass. “Cooked plenty of bacon.”

He only released Spike to leave the bathroom, going back towards the kitchen to assemble the bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches, heavy on the bacon for both of them.

Spike’s heart pounded as Hunter stroked the strand of hair, wrapping it around his finger… The sight of his hair being so casually played with would infuriate him, but there was something heavy and uncomfortable curling up in his stomach. It intensified when Hunter took the pink bundle of clothes off his hands, pulling him closer. It couldn’t be that… he wasn’t done… He took a shaky breath in as he was being turned around, facing the mirror. He could see himself, his skin still flushed from the warm bath, his hair wet, Hunter behind him…

He could do nothing but leave Hunter to do what he wanted to do. He couldn’t do anything… and as his hair was being dried and stroked gently, his eyes began to close. It was still warm in the bathroom. He thought that he wouldn’t be able to ever relax around Hunter but he caught himself almost drifting off - falling asleep on his feet, it had happened all the time during the war… but it was a new experience doing it with danger so close by. He was awakened by a kiss on the back of his neck, making his skin prickle. Vulnerable. Dangerous. It wasn’t a spot he was familiar with being exposed, touched…

His mind still fuzzy from sleep he was confused when he was directed to step up into the underwear. Gaining awareness only when he felt the lace slide up his legs, hug his cock and hips… leaving him cold and exposed, something tickling his ass, making him turn to glimpse a part of a ribbon bow on his back. It made him flush with shame and anger, but before he had time to build on those emotions a top was being pulled over his head. Thin straps over his shoulders, translucent material that fell over his chest, hanging down freely. A chill ran up his spine. He couldn’t believe it. There was no way. No way he was wearing this. It wasn’t possible…

He could barely breathe as Hunter pressed against him, pulling his ass over his groin. Spike could feel the outline of his cock between his cheeks. His breathing hitched, skin prickling, nipples growing hard, visible under the translucent top, the thin fabric tenting around them, further stimulated by Hunter reaching under the top and rubbing them.

When Hunter released him, calling him to eat, Spike stood in the bathroom frozen for a moment before following to the kitchen to eat. 

His mind was unable to keep up with everything - with the things that didn’t make any sense; With the new role of a bitch… Spike shivered in rage and frustration because as much as he hated this, there was nothing he could do to change it, and what he had tried had only made things worse… But this? This humiliation. Dressing him up like a woman.  It stabbed at his pride so painfully. The only way to wash this shame away was with blood… What stopped him from acting was the fact that Spike didn’t want the blood to be his own. 

Self-preservation. 

He would have never guessed the things he would be willing to do, to what lengths he would go, to survive. Every time, every day, Hunter tested his limits. Before he would have thought it would be better to die than go through this. But he didn’t want to die. He knew that he would find a way out of it. He just needed to endure… take his rightful place as alpha. Crush everyone who dared to ridicule him.

Unaware of all the turmoil going on in his bitch’s head, Hunter went about putting together the sandwiches, making sure to pile on the meat for Spike. He had a theory he wanted to test after seeing how quickly Spike had healed from having his pelvis broken, and how much food the wolf consumed… Earlier the wound he’d left in Spike’s scrotum had healed so quickly, the cut closing, leaving behind new, pink scar tissue. 

While the skin where the testicle had been had not yet fully retracted, it was still fully healed, and yet Spike’s knees were still scabbed over. His bitch was tired, worn down, and had seemed barely conscious while he’d worked on his hair. There seemed to be a connection.

Looking up as his silent princess came into the kitchen, Hunter gave him a smile, setting down the thick, bacon filled sandwich on the table, before turning around to finish making his own. “Go ahead and eat,” he rumbled, picking up his own plate and setting it across from Spike’s. “Water or tea are our only immediate options.” He looked in the fridge, tapping his fingers on the door. “There’s beer, but you need something more hydrating.”

He looked up again, wondering if he was going to get an actual answer. His bitch had fallen back into sullen silence, eyes brooding. Making the decision for both of them, Hunter pulled out the pitcher of sweetened tea, pouring them both glasses, before sitting at the table. He watched Spike quietly, then huffed a soft laugh.

“Thinking how you should have hit me harder?” He asked, grinning as he took a bite.

Spike walked into the kitchen, damp bare feet on wood. This room was almost as warm as the bathroom so him being practically naked didn't make him shiver like he had expected. When he saw Hunter grinning at him, he quickly went to sit down where the plate was being served. It was an unsettling sensation - his bare ass on the chair while he was supposed to have underwear on. He still felt sore, enough to try not to fully place his weight on the chair. Instead he sat mostly on his tights.

The food placed in front of him almost made him forget what he was wearing and why his body ached. He dug into the sandwich, salivating at the smell of bacon and warm bread, sharp teeth biting into a satisfying crunch. It was almost as if the aches that were leaving his body were steaming out of his pores. 

He looked up, offended that he was being denied beer. Who self-respecting man would opt for water or tea when there was beer?... This however was the least of Hunter’s insults on him and he was too hungry to dwell on it. When the cup in front of him was filled, he took it and drank a heavy gulp, eyes on Hunter as he laughed.

"You're a mind reader now?" he answered back, his voice still rough, but he was too focused on eating to put too much anger behind his words as he bit back into bacon.

The response made Hunter laugh more, nearly choking on his sandwich. Surly, as Spike was, he found the interactions enjoyable, arguing like a couple who had been together for years. Hard to believe it had only been a few weeks, barely more than a month. As he chewed, he looked at the sandwich, at all the bacon he’d piled on. There was no way he was going to eat all of this, not with the tomato and lettuce and cheese. Spike, however, was ravenous as he’d expected. 

Washing down his food with a few heavy pulls on his tea, Hunter smirked. “Just getting to know you better, princess.” He picked up half his sandwich, reaching over to place it on Spike’s plate. “Eat up.”

With a few more bites, he finished his half of a sandwich, amazed at how much food Spike was able to pile away. He knew they had a difference in age, that when he was younger he used to eat a lot, but Spike seemed like a bottomless pit. Seeing that Spike was actually drinking the tea, he smiled, getting up to grab a couple beers from the fridge. He opened both, setting one down in front of the bitch, telling him to ‘finish the tea first’. Sipping his beer, he looked out the window towards the empty chicken pen, finding it odd that he was awake while the chickens were not. Usually he was in bed by now. Despite working Spike over thoroughly, he was still incredibly awake, stomach full of good food. Something the bitch was still a failure at: cooking.

Sighing, he looked back to Spike, letting his eyes roam over that powerful body. Muscles on display, the thin material doing nothing to hide the bitch’s impressive physique. His plan had been to head to bed soon after eating, but with his bitch looking so good, and seeming to wake up from being fed, he felt himself becoming aroused again. He’d seen the bitch’s reaction to the clothing, how Spike’s nipples had hardened before being touched. Some part of Spike liked being on display, found excitement in the shame and embarrassment of frilly clothing.

“I could fuck you again,” Hunter groaned, licking his lips. “Looking so good for me.”

Spike could feel the tension on his muscles disappear slowly as he ate, sighing in relief. The deeper aches were still there but food was helping, his knees already itching, the wounds underneath the scabs healing. After a while he began to slow down, eating more to satisfy his taste buds than from the grueling hunger from before. He had barely noticed when Hunter had added more food to his plate, only aware that he had more than what he started with but not where it had come from. 

He tried not to think that this felt concerningly calm. Especially compared to what had happened before, outside. Washing, eating and drinking. A false sense of ease was settling into him and he knew it but let it creep into him as he drank the beer Hunter gave him. A hope that he would be left to rest…

He was finishing his bacon slowly as he sipped his beer, noticing Hunter's eyes on himself. He didn’t even need to look to know. He could sense it - the eyes of a predator on him - it was an instinct that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Despite his better judgment he looked up to see Hunter looking him over, the expression on his face was familiar. One that sends chills up his back. But he didn’t even need to guess, because Hunter just told him exactly what he had been thinking about. Spike’s face paled as he pushed his plate aside, then flushed as he remembered how he was dressed. 

Looking good for Hunter… 

Spike pulled the hand that was resting on the table closer to himself in a clumsy attempt to hide his chest. Happy that the table was hiding the rest.

Hunter chuckled softly, feeling his own face warming from arousal and fondness. What had happened, when Spike had tried to leave, felt like just a bump in the road of their relationship, something they could get over. While his bitch may have preferred a different alpha, he doubted there were many who would have gone through the effort to contain him, or had the strength and necessary cruelty to keep him under control.

He walked around the table, finishing his beer, and set it down as he stepped behind Spike. “As if you don’t know how good you look,” he purred, stroking his hands over Spike’s shoulders. “Don’t cover yourself.”

Moving aside Spike’s hand, Hunter leaned down to kiss the side of the bitch’s neck, gently stroking hair out of his way. He kissed slowly as he slid a hand over Spike’s chest, rubbing over each nipple, letting his tongue dance against the underside of Spike’s jaw, then nibbling up to the bitch’s ear. He flicked up the gauze top, giving his hand access to Spike’s right pectoral, squeezing as he rolled his thumb back and forth over the nipple, feeling it grow harder. 

“All this strength, paired with soft, light fabric…” Hunter was practically moaning now, his other hand sliding down to stroke down Spike’s stomach, then over the lace barely holding the bitch’s cock, though better now with only one testicle. “Beautiful. Do I need to show you?” He rubbed his hand over Spike’s cock as he lightly bit the man’s earlobe. “Come to bed.”

It wasn’t a request, made more clear as he slid his hand from squeezing Spike’s chest to wrap his arm around him, pulling the bitch up. Dressed as he was in just boxers and a tight shirt, Hunter’s arousal was clear. He glanced down at Spike’s knees, rumbling in pleasure as he saw both were healed. Just as he’d thought.

Spike swallowed hard as he leaned back in the chair, in an unsuccessful attempt to stay away as Hunter started to come closer. Instead it put him in the perfect position as Hunter stepped behind him, muscles started to tremble this time not from fatigue but maybe because of his strong instinct to run away. He stood frozen in his place as the hands slid over his shoulders. 

A shiver ran down his back, making the hairs on his body stand as Hunter moved his hand away, leaving his chest exposed under that translucent top. Spike had somehow managed to ignore and forget about it for a second… but how he was reminded of it, painfully clearly. The fear still nesting in the bottom of his stomach made him allow Hunter access to his neck. The feeling of heat was more noticeable since he felt cold from the chills on his back. The lips almost felt scorching hot as his hair was being brushed aside. Spike breathed out harshly as he felt the hand on his chest. He tried to squirm away as his nipples were being rubbed, turning hard, but there was nowhere to go between Hunter's arms and the backrest of the chair.

Spike whined, frustrated that there was no way out of this, as he felt a hot tongue on his jaw, moving up to his ear. Something unpleasant started to swirl in his stomach while Hunter’s hand slid under the top, squeezing his pec, prodding his already hard nipple, making it painfully hard…

The unpleasant feeling was tingling down to his groin along with Hunter’s hand that slid down, stroking his stomach. His thighs trembled  when the hand rubbed over his cock, heart pounding in his chest in fright and confusing arousal. Being grabbed by Hunter and forcefully pulled off the chair made his heart stop beating.

“What…” Spike tried to ask, voice getting stuck in his throat. “ What do you want? ” he managed to get out, frightened as he was being dragged.

Bodily moving Spike into the bedroom, letting his hips bump up against Spike’s ass, Hunter snorted in amusement. “Do you really not know?” He asked teasingly, shoving Spike down to land on the bed. “Bit late to be acting innocent.”

He looked down at his bitch, flushed and aroused, smiling. How to show the bitch just what he truly was? Difficult as Spike was, the man seemingly incapable of understanding the situation he was in, the truth of how they were supposed to live, the bitch clearly needed a little more to get through that stubborn head. He pointed at Spike sternly, daring him to move, as he stepped away, heading to the back corner of the room where his various flannels and lighter jackets were hung. More draped over something, it was revealed, as he pulled off the clothing, uncovering the large, standing mirror he’d almost forgotten. He’d rarely used it, as it was his wife’s. Now, however, he carried it over, placing it beside the bed, and angling it to give Spike full view of himself.

“Said I would show you, didn’t I?” Hunter chuckled, climbing onto the bed, pressing Spike back as he kissed him hungrily. “Show you how good you look. Dressed all pretty for me.”

Giving Spike a grin, he rolled off him, manhandling Spike as he forced him up on his knees, kneeling behind him. He checked over Spike’s shoulder to be sure they were both visible, that Spike could see every part of himself, that beautiful cock growing hard in the lace, the sheer top showing the bitch’s hard nipples. Long hair flowing around all of it. 

Groaning at the sight, Hunter slid his hands up over Spike’s chest, touching him through the thin fabric, bumping his nearly fully erect cock against Spike’s ass. “So. Fucking. Sexy.” Again, he slipped one hand down, rubbing over Spike’s dick, caressing and stroking over the full length of it.

Spike barked a frightened growl when Hunter bumped his hips against his ass, clearly feeling the hard cock press against his backside. His heart was already going wild when he was shoved down, landing on the bed. He showed his teeth on instinct, more scared than angry at the things Hunter was saying and doing. He couldn’t say he didn’t know what was happening but he had been lulled to think that perhaps there would be no more of it today… Now he understood why he hadn’t been able to trust the uncomfortable feeling of ease from before.

Spike breathed fast and shallow as Hunter challenged him to make a move. He couldn’t dare attack, move or run… He watched as the man moved across the room and uncovered a large mirror.

… Mirror … It took him a second to realize what the purpose of it could be as Hunter placed it beside the bed. Suddenly Spike could see himself in the reflection - an expression of fear on his face that made his heart beat erratically. Fear? Spike and fear? Those two didn’t belong together, it was shameful to see himself like that… even more with Hunter climbing behind him, pinning him into a savage kiss. Spike’s heart was trying to climb up his throat. 

He didn’t want to see anything! So he struggled helplessly as he was being manhandled, growling in desperation as he was being forced on his knees, Hunter behind him. He could see all of himself reflected back at him - disheveled hair, flush over his skin, dressed… like a slutty bitch . His nipples hard and poking through the fabric, his dick semi-hard, straining in the lace underwear… Spike’s eyes watered, heart sinking into his stomach. That couldn’t be him. It couldn’t!

Hand over his chest rubbing him, a hard cock grinding against his ass… Spike didn’t know he had been holding his breath until he gasped for air when Hunter reached and stroked over his dick, forcing him to try and twist himself away, grinding harder into Hunter instead. It made his own cock twitch as Spike was looking away from the mirror, cheeks red in shame.

Hunter chuckled as the bitch struggled, shushing him softly, still rubbing Spike’s cock and chest. “No need to be scared, precious,” he growled softly, “Past your punishment, have I hurt you tonight? You proved you were sorry, didn’t you? Riding my cock so well. Taking me so deep and hard ?” He echoed the words Spike had moaned in pleasure earlier.

Keeping a hold of Spike’s cock, he leaned back to grab the warming lubricant from under the pillow; Razor’s little gift to him. He’d been wanting to use it again. He let go of Spike’s cock, holding the bitch by the chest instead, as he tugged open the ribbon ties on the back of Spike’s panties, opening them fully. Spike’s knees had healed, which made him wonder just how much the bitch’s ass had recovered. He flipped open the lubricant, pouring a generous amount down Spike’s ass crack, smirking as the bitch’s ass tensed, catching the lubricant and keeping it from dripping.

“Been real sweet to you, considering what you tried to do,” Hunter rumbled, dropping the lubricant so he could rub his fingers down between the bitch’s cheeks, fingers slick and heating up as he easily found Spike’s asshole. 

The bitch was still loose, though tighter than he had been. Already the bitch could take two fingers inside, the lubricant making Spike’s already warm insides feel hot, heat hot. Hunter groaned, biting the side of Spike’s neck, just hard enough to almost hurt. He looked up at the mirror as he worked his fingers inside Spike, growling low, letting go with his teeth.

“Look.” He commanded, knocking his fingers against the bitch’s prostate. “Look at yourself in the mirror.”

Spike forced himself not to move, waist trembling with strain as his cock was still being rubbed. He didn't want to be reminded of what had happened tonight. His escape attempt felt like it had happened so long ago... He didn't want to remember that he had sucked off Hunter on his own. That he had sat on his cock and fucked himself. And how hard he was fucked after. Fucked with a knot...

He was shaking with shame by the end of Hunter’s words, as the man leaned back, to rummage around the pillows. Spike was still held in place by his cock. When he was released, the grip moved to his chest. He could feel a flutter of something over his back - the ribbon - and then the small support that the panties had been providing him with was gone, untied, nothing tickling his cheeks anymore.

Spike's body tensed, muscles flexing hard as he felt cold slick sliding between his cheeks. He was breathing shallow, heart in his throat as he felt an intrusion, a heat starting to replace the cold. The fingers slid down, finding his hole. Spike squirmed but it did him no good. The fingers entered him, the heat that they carried pressed heavily into him. 

Hunter bit him on the side of his neck. Spike growled. Growl turned into a whimper as Hunter worked his fingers inside him. The movement, the rub, the heat, stretch... It made his hole twitch and his cock grow harder. When he was commanded to look he refused at first. His prostate was jabbed and he jolted, he lifted his eyes to the mirror. Seeing his tits shake, cock strain in already loose lace. He could see Hunter holding him and reaching behind... 

He barely dared to breathe, teeth clenched and eyes misty. He didn't want to look! That didn't look like him ...

With the bitch following his command, Hunter purred, kissing and sucking the side of Spike’s neck near the claim mark. His eyes were on the mirror, watching each tremble, each shake of Spike’s tits, the way the bitch’s heavy cock pressed against the lace panties. Such a handsome, beautiful bitch. Blushing, cheeks darker than the soft lace and gauze.

“Don’t look away,” he rumbled, working his fingers slow and deep, fucking the bitch with his fingers, keeping the pressure on Spike’s prostate. 

He played with Spike’s nipples, stroking each, rubbing and twisting between massaging each heavy pec. Entranced, he watched as Spike’s cock filled, the head pressed tight against the lace, slowly making the fabric wet. Grunting, he rubbed his cock against Spike, spreading his fingers. The bitch was ready, had probably been ready before he fingered him. Keeping his fingers thrusting and twisting, he reached down to tug his boxers out of the way, his cock swaying in the space between them. Licking his lips, he poured more lubricant onto his cock, squirting more down Spike’s ass crack, pulling his fingers free to slick Spike’s ass and his cock more thoroughly.

“Watch,” Hunter growled, shifting his hips as he lined up his cock, his head sliding in easily. “Don’t take your eyes off yourself.”

Holding onto Spike’s hip, he pressed deeper and deeper, burying himself entirely. With a satisfied groan, he dragged his teeth over Spike’s jaw, watching the bitch in the mirror. He rolled his hips, grinding his dick inside, watching how he could see the head of his cock press briefly against Spike’s stomach, a small bump shifting, then moving away as he withdrew, sliding in deep again.

“Feels so good…” he moaned. “So hot inside you… wet for me…” Hunter grinned, thrusting hard enough to make Spike’s tits and dick bounce. “Your dick is so hard. Getting your panties wet.”

The goosebumps of Spike's arms refused to go away, his breathing shallow so as not to have his body shake… but it was impossible to prevent. The less he breathed, the more he trembled… and he couldn’t look at himself . He squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t do it…

Hunter’s voice scolding him not to look away, made his eyes snap open. His muscles were flexed, trying to move his waist away from those fingers that rubbed and pressed inside him. Every prob on his prostate made Spike shudder, sending a jolt through to his groin. Spike had his teeth clenched tight, muffling every sound that tried to escape him… His gaze shook as he was forced to see himself, body twisted, flushed and soft-looking. He couldn’t accept that it was him - hairless, wearing pink lace, his cock hard and straining the fabric; translucent top over his chest that danced and jumped with every movement, making his hard nipples stand out; long soft hair falling over shoulders. What he could see was just a disheveled cute bitch, blushing and shaking from his ass and tits being played with…

His lips trembled, eyes watering, unable to accept that it was him. He gasped when he felt Hunter’s hard dick rubbing against his ass. The fingers spread his hole open, chasing him even when he twisted his waist away, twisting and thrusting. Spike’s head leaned forward, trembling as he felt his own dick twitch inside the lace as Hunter pulled his fingers out and lined up his cock, a heavy heat pressing on his cheeks. Spike watched as Hunter’s head slipped inside him making him shudder and groan. His hole felt like it was burning, stretched and even hotter inside as the wolf pushed deeper.

Spike choked, unable to move away in any way. His hips trembled at the slow thrust inside, his ass relaxing around the girth as he buried himself fully, to the hilt, Spike’s ass pressed hard into his flesh, hole twitching feebly around it. Hunter rolled his hips, grinding his cock inside, prompting a long heavy groan out of Spike that turned into a bitten off whimper. 

Spike couldn’t watch anymore. He closed his eyes, twisting his head away as he felt the cock inside him rub and prod into his stomach. His face was flushed red, color reaching his chest as he could do nothing to plug his ears and stop hearing what Hunter was saying. Not looking almost made the sensation inside even more intense - hot and full and so big, dragging his insides along with every slide out or in, making him moan through clenched teeth. It felt so hot and he was stuffed so full. He cried out as Hunter thrusted hard into him, making his body shake, his hole squirming around it. Spike’s cock twitched and leaked, hard inside the lace...

Getting his panties wet … those words were so shocking that he opened his eyes. He didn’t even look into the mirror - he could see his own thighs and the lace wet and strained over his hard cock, slick droplets beading on the surface…

Hunter shivered as Spike moaned, rolling his hips again, grinding around as the bitch finally opened his eyes again, though it was to look down. He chuckled breathily, looking at how the lace couldn’t contain the precum gathering and beading, the fabric thin and fine, already soaked. He pumped his cock out and in slowly, watching as a drop finally oozed down, viscous thread stretching, before finally dropping down to hit the bed sheet below. 

“Want to see more?” Hunter murmured, grinding his hips against Spike’s ass again. “Maybe that’s the problem? You can’t see properly, can you? How good you are?”

Without warning, he tugged Spike with him as he leaned back, knocking the bitch off balance. Before Spike could recover, he tugged the bitch’s legs up, hooking his hand under each knee, and lifted. His bitch was not a small man, and his muscles strained with the effort as he levered himself upright, his knees bracing on the bed, as he spread Spike’s thighs. Huffing a breath, Hunter looked over the bitch’s shoulder, smirking as he looked at Spike’s reflection. 

Thighs spread, cock bouncing and dripping, ass stuffed full— Hunter could see it all. Grunting, he gave an experimental thrust forward, watching as his cock slid in fully, Spike’s stretched hole taking him so easy, slick with lubricant. Groaning, he bit the side of Spike’s neck, pumping his cock slowly until he figured out the proper angle. With Spike’s weight pressing down, he let his arms lower the bitch down into his thrusts, gasping as he felt the bitch’s ass twitch and clench. There it was, the spot that made Spike go wild.

Looking back up at the bitch’s face, he chuckled. “Got a good… view, princess?” Hunter asked, giving Spike harder, lingering thrusts, grinding his cock each time he slid fully in. “Look how… well you take me… all the way.” He jerked his hips up, flesh slapping, watching how that pretty little ass swallowed him down. “Squeezing me, precious… Feel good?”

Spike was breathing through his mouth, breathing heavy and deep and he still felt like was suffocating. His eyes were misty as he watched his own cock twitch and leak while Hunter thrusted in and out slowly. It made Spike’s ass tingle and spasm around the cock inside. He saw how much he was leaking, precum beading over the fabric, dripping down on the bed. His breaths became shallower and faster as he felt something squeeze at his throat. He wasn’t… he couldn’t be wet from getting fucked! He stifled a sob… His own bitch had never gotten so wet from getting fucked. From his own experience he’d never actually seen a bitch leak so much before…

“No…” he protested weakly, his throat being squeezed. “No… I don’t want to see…” he whimpered almost as a plea just before he was tugged back, his legs being pulled up. His thighs trembled as he felt Hunter’s hands hooking behind his knees, lifting, spreading him open and wide. There was no way to move, no way to get away or even crawl, he was completely in Hunter’s hands, lifted, legs hanging in the air as he could now see his own ass, the cock inside it, the lace panties tented by his erection, ballsack glued to wet fabric, his ass and thighs completely smooth and soft, skin flushed…

Spike reached behind, hands trying to find any purchase so he wouldn’t be speared on the cock by his own weight, so his back wouldn’t be glued to Hunter’s chest. His fingers dug into Hunter's hips, muscles straining to support his weight.

Spike watched in the reflection as Hunter’s cock thrusted forward, sliding inside him easily, the feeling of it hot and heavy. Spike sobbed seeing how well he was taking cock, his ass spreading and sucking Hunter in, twitching and spasming along with the rhythm of the pumps. He couldn’t escape this sight, it was all that he could see, no way to turn his head. Tears dripped out of his eyes, his own cock quivering, knot starting to slightly swell. He was flushed red, nipples hard and visible as his tits shook like any women’s would when they would get fucked and rocked on a cock. Spike cried, unable to stop. Seeing himself like that… it made him look even more like a bitch. A bitch in heat that fell apart on a cock… and his mind refused to accept it.

Holding Spike up, Hunter rocked him along with his hips, thrusting faster as the bitch sobbed and moaned. Watching Spike falling apart, feeling those hands holding him tightly— he wanted to take it slow, make Spike see what a good bitch he was, what a natural he was at taking cock, how he’d been meant for this. He couldn’t concentrate, not with how hot the lubricant made Spike feel, confusing his senses, making his body think the bitch was in heat. He growled low in his throat, watching Spike’s tits jiggling as he pumped his hips faster, harder.

“Why are you crying?” He panted, bouncing Spike up and down on his cock as he thrust, burying himself to the hilt with heavy, hard snaps of his hips, tilting Spike slightly forward to better reach his prostate. “Look so good… a perfect bitch… Knot filling out.” He grinned against Spike’s shoulder, nipping. “Going to come before me, again? Or come when I knot you? Feels… Mm… Feel tight enough, it won’t slip out again.”

He really wanted to fuck Spike into the mattress, claim him again, shove him down and show the bitch who he belonged to. But being able to watch Spike fall apart, spread and dripping, cock swaying and bouncing… He could actually see the bitch’s ass clenching each time he slid in fully, the wet sounds his cock made in that ass, getting more and more sloppy as the lubricant and his precome mixed, sliding down to drip into the sheets.

“Dripping like you’re in heat,” Hunter growled, “Fuck… you’re too beautiful like this…”

With a growl and a groan, he shoved Spike forward onto the bed, releasing the bitch’s thighs as he started thrusting hard and deep, feeling his knot starting to swell, looking down, watching how Spike’s hole stretched around the extra girth, closing in around the base of his dick when he slid in to the base. With Spike’s knees back on the bed, he grabbed the bitch’s hip, wrapping his other arm around Spike’s chest, holding the bitch against him as he gave in to his instincts. 

The wolf inside him was convinced the bitch was in heat, that he needed to breed Spike, fuck him until he could feel the bitch coming around him. Dazed, he looked up at the mirror, at the way he had Spike bent beneath him, he could still see those tits swaying, the bitch’s full cock swinging and drooling precum onto the bed. Spike’s ass was twitching and sucking around him, drawing him deeper. Groaning, Hunter pounded his cock into the bitch, the bed shaking violently. If he hadn’t already come an hour before, he knew his knot would have already locked, that he’d be filling the bitch to the brim. 

“Deny… all you want… not wanting to see, or not…” Hunter grunted and moaned, voice deep and breathless. “You’re a bitch… through and through… never had anyone take cock so well… dripping so much…”

Spike was starting to sweat, the heat inside him maddening as Hunter fucked him harder. His voice just strained animal sounds, dragged out of him as the cock pounded into him. The motion of pulling and dragging his plush insides in and out, rubbing and prodding deep - it was starting to make his head feel hazy, made him feel warm and stretched full...

His nails dug into Hunter's hips as he was rocked harder, his whole body shaking and shuddering with the sleek thrusting. The sound of wet flesh slapping, his own cock and tits bouncing. Spike was starting to lose control over himself, even the little bit that he had been holding onto. He sobbed as he was being manhandled, lifted and dropped on Hunter’s cock. He could see it - how easy his ass took in the cock, his hole spreading and squeezing around the length of it, fluttering and twitching. With every slide out, he could see his hole holding onto the cock, dragging out with it, sucking and holding tight. The sight of a good, slutty hole that loved a cock inside… Spike was trembling, crying. That couldn’t be him… but it was. A perfect bitch…  He looked like one. And he sobbed because he didn’t want to be.

He was tilted forward, the sight of his ass taking Hunter’s cock, being hidden, now able to see his own dick, straining in the lace, the panties wet and dripping. He groaned, mouth gaping open as his prostate was hit harder, making his hips tremble, knot filling out more.

Spike felt so hot, his breaths felt scorching over his lips, eyes glazed over with pleasure and defiance. Tears dripped out of his eyes, being told how wet he was, how he felt like a woman in heat … he didn’t think he could be more humiliated than this. There was nothing more, short of cutting off his cock, that would emasculate him more, and Hunter had already told him he had no issue doing that if Spike misbehaved. 

He was shoved down into the bed, his legs being released, knees digging into the mattress as Hunter started pounding hard and deep into him. Spike rasped, hoarse heavy sounds being driven out of him with every plunge. The arm that wrapped around him prevented him from falling forward, he felt his hole being stretched wider, squeezing harder around the smaller base of the cock after the forming knot was pumped inside him.

Spike desperately tried to hold onto something, panting, his chest heaving, tits and cock swaying with the relentless humping. Spike's mind had grown hazy, drool dripping between his teeth as he had stopped sobbing, instead breathing harsh, crying at every thrust. His ass was twitching feebly around the growing knot, his own filling out, leaking, the panties dripping with precum. Spike growled and snarled through the blinding heat inside him, the pulsing pleasure, Hunter’s cock rubbing him in all the good places, his pelvis creaking with the force of the thrusts.

Just a bit more. Hunter could feel how close Spike was getting, having learned from how the bitch’s ass reacted, and the noises he made, just how good Spike was feeling. Each pulse and spasm clung at his cock as he jerked it out, sucking and drawing him as deep as possible when he plunged back in. He was panting, groaning and giving low growls as he felt himself getting closer. The bed was moving slowly across the floor from how hard he was fucking the bitch, the springs squeaking in protest— he barely noticed, too intent on pleasure, too focused on the sounds the bitch was making, Spike finally giving in the the ecstasy of getting filled.

His knot caught, startling a harsh cry from Hunter, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt the bitch’s ass crush tight around him, his hips giving a brutal shove forward to lock just past Spike’s pelvis, right against the prostate. The pleasure was so overwhelming, Hunter couldn’t help but bite the bitch again, everything in his nature telling him to lay his claim again, to reassure Spike who he belonged to. His moans were muffled as he held onto the muscle between Spike’s neck and shoulder, teeth sunk in, as he ground his hips into the bitch, coming what felt like an impossible amount, holding Spike close.

His vision went white for a moment, mind blanking. All he could do was fuck, claim, mate . His hips wouldn’t stop moving, rocking his knot around, every muscle tensed, his breath catching on each pulse of come, cock twitching deep inside his bitch. His Spike.

Spike's nails were digging into the mattress already unable to think about anything but the growing pleasure in his lower back, the jolts of electricity that shot through him. He couldn’t think about how he was dressed, about the sheer top that was swaying along with his tits, or about the untied lacy panties that were hanging on his hips, still holding his cock inside, wet and dripping with precum. Spike’s hair was hanging around his face, soft blond waves that slid over his shoulders.

Every thrust shook him to the core, cock prodding him so deep he felt it deep in his stomach. Unrestrained rough grunts escaped him with every plunge inside. It was so hot and sleek. It felt so hot inside, he was rubbed raw, his prostate pushed and pressed, squished. The harsh rhythm of the forming knot being forced through his painfully stretched hole made him sob. He wanted to come so bad. It was maddening, his orgasm so close but something was holding him back, making him shiver. There was no stimulation over his own cock, no stroking, no heat, no pressure around his swollen knot…

Spike roared and whimpered, making a feeble instinctive attempt to crawl away when he felt the knot catching in his ass, stuffing him so full he felt like he would die. He screamed and sobbed when Hunter shoved brutally forward after his knot had already caught, digging his cock deeper, lodging the pulsating bulb right over his prostate. Spike was shaking, hips and waist trembling. The throbbing, crushing heat inside him was too much. It was too much. Then he felt teeth bite into his flesh, on the back of his neck. Claim . He was claimed. Mate . His blank mind only held on those animal instincts as scorching heat spilled into him, pumping into him, his ass clinging and shuddering with every shallow ground of Hunter's hips.

Spike came, eyes rolling back as his muscles flexed and his back arched, fitting snugly into Hunter’s rock hard body. Every spurt of his own perly cum in rhythm with Hunter’s moving hips, spraying in his panties, dripping over his scrotum then on the bed or down his thighs.

Feeling Spike move against him, pressing into him, made Hunter growl softly with approval, his teeth holding on as the bitch accepted him. He groaned, almost whining, as the shift let his cock settle perfectly, letting him feel every slick pulse and flex as Spike came. He kept working his hips, rocking to aid in the bitch’s orgasm, his body knowing what was needed. 

The heat from the warming lubricant, even if he knew what was making the bitch feel like a woman in heat, his wolf hind brain didn’t know the difference. It only knew he needed to keep stimulating Spike, to make sure he came fully, keep his own dick moving to keep his arousal heightened on the chance he needed to fuck the bitch again. Logically, it made no sense, but his body wouldn’t let him stop. He was entirely a slave to instinct, needing to successfully breed.

Panting heavily through his nose, jaw locked as sure as his cock was inside Spike, Hunter opened his eyes slightly, looking towards the mirror. He could see his ass moving, working his knot inside Spike’s spasming insides, the blue in his eyes nearly eclipsed by his pupils, blown on pleasure. He was holding Spike against him, rigidly holding his position, giving the bitch only enough room to breathe. 

Slowly, his jaw let go as he felt Spike’s orgasm nearing its end, allowing him to rumble soft purrs as he licked the fresh claim mark, the fresh teeth marks crossing over one of the older ones he’d made. Gasping, he nuzzled into Spike’s hair, his hips still slowly rocking as he led them both down to half lay on their sides, his thigh over Spike’s hip. He wasn’t even coming anymore, his body not letting him stop moving, preparing him to fuck again. His knot was swelling down, making Hunter cry out as his cock slid back, then back into the bitch, semen and lubricant spilling between them.

Snuggling Spike against his chest, he rocked slow and deep. He could see in the mirror where Spike had filled his panties, the fabric entirely soaked. Moaning at the sight, Hunter caressed his hand down Spike’s stomach until he was able to slide a hand into the ruined panties. It was so wet… slick . He wrapped his fingers around Spike’s cock, stroking slow and lazy as he rolled his hips leisurely against Spike, the sound of his cock moving almost obscene. Slurping, squishing, filled with his come, strings of his semen sticking between them.

He couldn’t manage words, only soft purring growls and moans, kissing Spike’s neck and cheek as he cuddled him, fucking him slow, his cock never pulling fully out.

Spike’s mind was completely hazy with pleasure. He let his body get rocked, hips buckling into nothing as he kept coming. The pulsing and throbbing through him along with the knot pumping him, Hunter’s cockhead digging so deep inside his full and hot stomach that he felt like he was impaled. His hole spasmed around the cock along with the rhythm of the thrusts and Spike’s own orgasm.

He breathed deeply, eyes heavy lidded and unfocused. The heat inside him was making him sweat. His ass and stomach felt so stuffed full and sloshy that he felt like he might split open. Hunter’s cock felt molten. It hurt when the knot pulled so he pressed himself closer into his mate. Mate . It buzzed around his empty mind, following what his instincts dictated he needed to do. As his orgasm began to fade, so did the tensed muscles in his body began to relax.

A moan mixed with a husky low groan of pain, muffled from under his closed lips as he felt the teeth release their bite from his neck. He whimpered quietly as Hunter licked the mark, wound stinging. Spike was gradually relaxing into Hunter’s hard embrace as the man kept pumping into him. 

Spike panted almost with no voice at the continued stimulation, even after his own orgasm had passed, making his softening cock twitch. His body felt heavy as Hunter laid them on their sides. He felt the shift and he felt the knot moving inside him, sliding back, shifting the whole pressure inside him, cum leaking out of him. His nails dug hard into Hunter’s thighs. He whined, face scrunching into a frown. He couldn’t take Hunter moving. It was too much.. Gasping a sob as the knot was pushed back inside him.

Spike whimpered softly at every rock of Hunter’s hips into him. Spike was putting all his efforts into breathing, his body already heavy, muscles too tired, eyes trying to close and stay closed. His strong grip on Hunter’s thighs relaxed, fingers just brushing over the bloody marks that his nails left.

Hunter didn’t let him go, didn’t stop, didn’t pull out. It kept a small amount of accumulating pleasure inside him, his hole twitching slightly, his cock trying to get hard but failing, precum dripping. He felt Hunters hand over his swollen stomach, sliding down, reaching into his wet panties, gripping his cock, stroking slowly… It made Spike press his back harder into him, hips trembling as he sobbed helplessly. It was too much. His cock was so sensitive, it made his hole squirm. The effort of it finally pushed him beyond his limits and his consciousness slipped away.

With Spike’s hold loosening, Hunter only then registered the pain from the deep impressions Spike’s nails had left in his thighs, no doubt deep enough they had broken skin. He kissed Spike’s neck mindlessly as his bitch pushed back against him, moved onto his cock, pushing him deep. But when his mate went loose and still, Hunter paused, hips stuttering to a stop. The thought that he considered Spike mated to him now, beyond just being his bitch, made his heart flip in his chest.

With the bitch sated, his instincts quieted, letting him relax and curl around the warm, sleeping body in his arms. He barely noticed when he dropped off to sleep, only aware of warmth and their mingled scents, and mate .

When Hunter woke next, it was to early morning sunlight, the brightness softened by the thin curtains. He blinked slowly, feeling warm, almost too warm, snuggled around a large, hot body, soft waves of hair against his face, arousal flowing up his spine from a warm, snug pressure around the top half of his cock. For a moment he was confused when he found himself looking at Spike curled up against him, his own sleepy eyes staring at himself, remembering belatedly that he’d set up the mirror to force Spike to watch himself get fucked. He gazed at the scene before him in the mirror, finding himself smiling softly.

He lifted his head slightly, looking down at the sleeping beauty beside him. His bitch. His mate. Tucked tight against him, his cock, semi-erect from morning arousal, growing thick, more fully erect. He could feel the mess of come between them, the heating effects of the lubricant mostly faded, replaced by the heat and slick of his bitch’s body. Humming low in pleasure, he kissed Spike’s cheek, discovering his hand was still inside Spike’s panties, as he slowly slid his cock more fully inside. His breath stuttered as his cock fully hardened, rolling his hips slowly as he took Spike’s cock in his hand again, stroking from base to tip.

Spike was sleeping, curled into softness and wetness that he couldn't even register with how warm he felt. He was having incomprehensible dreams. 

A feeling of movement inside him, made him groan softly. The wrinkle in his eyebrows relaxed after a soft kiss on his cheek. Spike groaned low, voice turning into a soft moan as Hunter slid his cock deeper, and took Spike’s dick in his hand. 

Spike moved his waist, sleep-addled mind looking for that pleasant feeling of tingling pleasure, back pressing into Hunter. His eyes slowly fluttered open, barely looking through eyelashes as Hunter stroked him, making him moan lazy, body twisting into his hands. His hole twitching, acknowledging the cock inside, the slide and stretch - easy and slick. There was no pain. Only confusing pressure, comfortable warmth and creeping pleasure.

Hunter’s breath caught as Spike moved against him, kissing further along Spike’s cheek, down to the bitch’s throat. Spike was so sleepy and warm, strangely soft. He needed more. Needed to see that sweet, drowsy face, those fluttering lashes.

Barely needing to move, Hunter let his cock slip free, eyes half lidded as he rolled Spike over to rest fully on his back, shifting to get between his mate’s thighs. Spike’s hair was spread out, like a flowing halo as Hunter lowered himself down to kiss him, his mouth dragging lightly, opening to suck each lip lazily. He took his cock in hand, guiding it forward, easily sliding back into Spike’s sleepy, willing body. He slid one arm under Spike’s shoulders as he rolled his hips forward, sinking deep, his hand returning to stroke Spike’s cock with the same unhurried pace.

He moaned as he felt the wet slide and stretch around his cock, loose and relaxed, but still snug, dragging around his dick just right. Still tired from the night before, Hunter kept his hips moving languidly, almost gently, feeling every warm caress of Spike’s inner walls, the squeeze and flex of the bitch’s ass down each part of his dick. He looked down into Spike’s face, loving those tired eyes,the flush of pleasure warming Spike’s skin.

Spike’s eyes shut as he felt the kisses move down to his throat, so soft and pleasant, lifting his chin so he could be kissed even more. A sound of discomfort left his lips when Hunter pulled out. But before he could focus on the feeling of emptiness and the cold that came with it, he was rolled on his back. He sighed, voice rumbling almost in a purr, finding the change of position pleasant, stretching his back into the soft mattress. 

It was easy to lift his knees around the warm presence between his legs. Lift his arms when Hunter leaned over him, body solid and warm over him. He hooked his arms over his neck as he leaned in to kiss him, lips on his lips. Soft, pleasant and lazy, Spike hummed into the kiss. Spike was tired of being treated roughly, in his hazy sleepy mind he wanted to indulge in being treated lovingly and gently, not even completely aware of what he was doing.

Spike gasped softly when Hunter slid back inside him, the strange pleasant pressure and warmth returning. He moved his waist to make it easier, a long groaning moan dragged out of him as Hunter sank deep into him. It made Spike shift his thighs, feeling strangely full, his plush insides tingled with the rub. His hips rolled when he felt his cock being stroked, breathing heavy and pleased.

Spike’s eyes fluttered open again, looking through eyelashes, moaning softly as he pressed himself into Hunter, his body carrying easier with the motion of his hips. He bit into his own wet soft lip, the back of his head pressing heavily into the pillow with a tiny sweet groan feeling pleasure from his ass being pumped slowly. With his waist moving, he grinded into every thrusts, Spike’s dick twitching, precum sliding off the sensitive tip, moaning sleepy and needy.

A tiny part of Hunter’s mind warned him that this could be a trap, had to be, as his bitch was far from sweet. There was no misleading change in Spike’s scent, however, at least not one Hunter could detect with his sleepy senses. He gazed back into those sleepy, heavy lidded eyes, his heart nearly stopping, tilting his head to kiss his mate again, kissing where Spike had bitten his own lip, then kissing down, moaning softly as he kissed and nuzzled Spike’s exposed throat. With Spike’s head pressed into the pillow, Hunter sucked and nibbled every part of the bitch’s neck, dragging teeth along Spike’s jaw.

Warm, sedate pleasure was gathering up his pelvis, his cock sliding so easy, meeting Spike’s grinding with his own, giving the bitch what he wanted. He rolled his hips with each lazy thrust, alternating between grinding his cock inside, and pressing as deep as he could, letting Spike do all the grinding and rubbing. He was barely touching Spike’s cock, holding and occasionally stroking. He smiled as he felt the bitch’s cock already leaking, catching the slick with his thumb and caressing the precum over the head of Spike’s cock, stroking down, then up. He barely had to touch him to get Spike’s ass to react more, as the wolf under him was already wrapped around him, moaning and moving.

Snuggling into Spike’s shoulder, he held the bitch against him, breathing getting heavier as his cock was drawn deep, rocking into every spot inside the bitch’s body that made Spike moan and shake against him. He could feel his own cock twitch, precum flowing, aiding his thrusts in moving more fluidly. He gave a slightly faster, shallow thrust, returning to his relaxed tempo after, grinding slowly and rocking his hips, then another, faster thrust. He wanted to feel everything, see every reaction Spike could give him, this loving, gentle side his mate had kept hidden, indulging him with slow, deep strokes, occasionally shaking them both with a faster snap of his hips.

Spike’s hands slipped off Hunter’s neck, palms resting on his shoulders as the man leaned back down to kiss him. Spike liked it sweet sometimes, liked to be pampered. To be woken up by his bitch playing with him, showering him with kisses, showing him just how much he wanted him. Spike liked to be shown he was wanted, desired. To be pleasured without even needing to initiate or ask… It felt a little bit weird though - his cock was being sweetly stroked, he was being embraced and kissed, his throat nuzzled gently into, but… he also felt a rubbing pleasure inside. He gasped and moaned, a faintly familiar stretch, of sleek heat that made his heart beat heavier. It rubbed something inside him, something that made his cock quiver and leak…

He pressed his head harder into the pillow, throat exposed for Hunter to suck and kiss. The teeth dragging on his jaw made Spike growl low, hips buckling into Hunter’s hand. He felt it deep, the feeling of heat and pressure. His mouth gaped open, teeth sharp as his own hands slipped off Hunter and slid over his own body - his flexing stomach and the pressure he felt inside, prodding and rubbing, hot and full. His legs wrapped around Hunter’s waist, heels digging in his thighs.

He moved with him, lazy and indulgent, hips jerking from time to time into the hand that was stroking him, groaning low. His own hands could feel something moving inside him, making his stomach bulge. A concerned moan escaped him, turning his head to the side. He felt pleasure but it was weird, it was really weird… full and heavy and hot, rubbing inside, making him shiver.

Spike finally figured out what was wrong. He was being fucked. There was a cock inside him. He whined, heavy-lidded eyes growing misty. He didn’t want a cock inside him… but it felt so good. The pumping inside him, rubbing where it made him shiver, his own cock hard and leaking. 

“Fuck…” he mumbled a soft wisper, groaning harder at the faster thrust that made him shudder. He wrapped his arms around Hunter's massive body… Spike didn’t want to be under him, to be fucked, to be…. But it felt so good… “...good… it feels good… ” he breathed out, voice deep and ruined from last night, unaware he was even speaking out loud.

Hunter’s eyes followed Spike’s hands when they left his shoulders, still a little concerned his vicious mate would try something else, his mind slowly waking more as he kept up his slow thrusts. He kissed down to Spike’s chest, watching as the bitch fondled himself, as if searching for something. As he slid in, smooth and easy, he could see how Spike’s hand rose up with the deep prodding of his cock.

His eyes flicked up to the bitch’s face at the worried moan, kissing and nuzzling Spike’s throat, gasping as he felt the bitch’s ass clench around him. His hips gave a heavy thrust, grinding into Spike’s hole, rubbing around, resuming the tender rolling of his hips. As Spike wrapped around him, he slid his hand down from Spike’s shoulder to support the bitch’s hips. 

“So good…” Hunter softly rumbled, tightening his fingers around Spike’s cock, stroking in time with his hips.

He moaned thickly as he felt the bitch respond, how that perfect ass fluttered all along his dick, opening and sucking around each slow thrust, clenching when he added a faster, punctuating plunge. Spike was so wet in his hand, precum flowing down, sliding hot and slick in his palm, mirroring how sopping wet his mate’s ass was around him. He licked Spike’s panting mouth, before slipping his tongue in, kissing slow and hungry, moaning and gasping between their lips. 

Holding up the bitch’s ass, he was able to keep his cock focused on Spike’s prostate as he pressed in, rotating his hips as he pulled out to work the sensitive rim of the wolf’s hole. On each thrust back, he kept grinding into Spike, nearly sobbing as his mate ground up against him, burying his dick fully, spasming around him. His orgasm felt close, yet far away, his knot only partially full, doing little more than adding extra pressure to the bitch’s insides as he rolled his cock around.

He felt like he was going to melt, his sanity wavering from how good, how perfect it felt. The slow, gentle fucking with the occasional harder thrusts that made his breath catch, the way Spike was clinging to him, moaning how good it felt, body honest with each reaction. He kept his hand moving on Spike’s cock, rewarding him for being so good, so sweet…squeezing all the sensitive spots, rubbing along the entire dripping length.

Breathy little grunts escaped Spike as he felt the grip around his cock tightening, the strokes in rhythm with the rocking of his body. He moaned harder as he felt it both from his cock and his ass. He really didn’t like that he was being fucked and he also didn’t like how good it felt, how his knot was already filling out. His mind was too sleep-addled for him to fight this, already too overwhelmed by the slow building pleasure. 

Somewhere in the back of his consciousness he knew that he shouldn’t fight. Not only because he remembered being beaten down and hurt when he had tried, but also because Hunter’s scent was stuck on him, mixed with his own. The wolf part of him knew this was his mate…

A tongue on his lips, entering his mouth and Spike let it happen, kissing submissive but demanding. He groaned when he felt it harder inside, the cock grinding into him in heavy circles, making his own waist follow the motion. He felt it… it was stretching him, pulling on his rim. Sleep was starting to slowly leave him, bringing back common sense into him.

Spike whined, his palms pressing into Hunter’s shoulders, pushing. He easily pushed the man back, enough to give Hunter full view of himself - pressing his back into the mattress; arching with every thrust; his cheeks flushed; eyes misty and hazy with pleasure; the frilly translucent top had ridden up, giving full view of his flushed chest, gently shaking as he was being rocked, nipples pink and hard. Spike could see Hunter as well - his imposing frame hovering over him, wearing a tight t-shirt that hugged every part of him, ridden up over his stomach. He could see his groin pressed into him, Spike’s legs around him, his own cock hard and leaking over his own stomach. Seeing all of it, seeing himself getting fucked and loving it…

He didn’t push him away, he didn’t fight, he moved with him, gasping and moaning at his cock being stroked and his ass being rocked into, but the tears overflowed from his eyes and rolled down on both sides to his ears. He sniffled as he turned his head away, burying the side of his face into his own hair. It felt good… but he didn’t want it. He wasn’t supposed to be the one getting fucked…

Hunter grunted as he was pushed, first fighting it a little, not wanting to break the kiss, not wanting to have to deal with Spike trying to stop him, not when it was so good, so right . He went up, however, his mate strong, able to brace against him, his hair sticking to his forehead as he looked down, the growl in his throat stopping as he realised what Spike was doing. 

Spike was showing himself off. Showing how much he liked this, liked being fucked. Hunter felt his breath stutter, nearly stopping as he took in the flushed cheeks, sweaty forehead, those swaying pectorals moving with each deep, slow roll of his hips. The filmy top had fallen back, looking both demure and lewd, the sight sending prickles of arousal down his back. Spike’s cock in his hand was framed by soaked lace, the bulb swollen, fucked slowly by his fingers as his mate moved against him, thighs spread, showing him how deep Spike was taking him, how much Spike needed him.

Hunter trembled as his knot swelled further, stretching the bitch easily, still too soft to catch inside. His mouth opened on a low groan, keeping his thrusts deep, not wanting to chance popping outside. When Spike turned his head away, Hunter let go of the bitch’s cock, gently turning Spike’s head back to him.

“Don’t look away…” Hunter breathed out, less an order than almost a plea, eyes soft. “Keep looking…stay in this with me… Spike…”

He grinned faintly, letting go of Spike’s chin to continue stroking he wolf’s cock, each downstroke lingering around Spike’s knot, rubbing over and under it, then back up to massage and squeeze the head as he kept his hips moving, more rocking and rolling into his mate’s prostate, focused on how Spike’s body responded. He could feel his testicles drawing up, getting ready to come again, his cock feeling overstimulated and perfect, blood flushing it nearly purple from how aroused he was.

Spike felt the stretch of his rim grow thinner, lifting himself, his lower back with own back muscles, grinding himself so the bulb was deeper and the stretch on his hole was not so hard and painful. His own cock quivered from his prostate being pressed and squished. He exhaled hard, his saliva too thick to drool out of his mouth, instead it stuck to his teeth and lips.

When Hunter released his cock and instead turned Spike’s head back toward himself, Spike sobbed. His face scrunched up as he cried. He had only focused on how good it felt, so he could overlook what exactly was happening, but now Hunter stopped stroking him. He was forcing him to acknowledge what was happening and Spike’s sleepy mind refused, making him cry like a child because he was unable to do anything else…

Hunter’s words barely reached him as he was refusing to listen.

Stay… stay in this…

Spike pushed through his irrational sobbing, holding to the pleasure he felt instead of this feeling of helplessness, like his life had spiraled out of control and he had no control over anything anymore. 

His fingers pulled on Hunter’s t-shirt as he dragged him down into a messy angry kiss, teeth biting into his lip until he tasted blood. Spike’s eyes were red and his lashes completely wet. Hunter stroked his cock, lingering on his knot, rubbing him so maddeningly up and down and over until his hips buckled, his muscles flexed as he came hard.

For Hunter pain was unwelcome, something he avoided as it enraged him, seen as a threat by his wolf mind. The only exception, he was learning, seemed to be during sex. 

He grunted as he was pulled down, his cock shoving deep, faster than he’d intended, hips rocking as Spike kissed and bit his mouth. He cried out, hips pumping harder, faster, as that little spark of pain completely overloaded his pleasure-addled brain. He let go of Spike’s hips to grab his mate’s jaw, kissing hungrily even as his lip swelled and bled from the bite, unable to pull out fully as Spike’s thighs kept him rooted deep. He could feel his knot swelling, shoved where it needed to go by the bitch’s body, locking in as Spike’s muscles flexed, sucking the bulb in completely. 

Hunter gave a shout as his cock was trapped, sunk so deep by the tight sucking draw of Spike’s ass that he could feel the skin stretched forward. He’d never locked so deeply, his mind shattering as his knot pulsed, rock hard, drawn in to the point he couldn’t move his hips. His fingers squeezed around Spike’s knot, thumb hooked beneath to press down, giving the bitch the sensation of knotting inside a hot body, as he had no choice but to sink down, pressing Spike’s cock between their stomachs. 

Moaning breathlessly, he let go of Spike’s chin to wrap his arm around his mate’s shoulders, holding Spike close as he came, his stomach muscles clenching and releasing with each pulse of his cock. He dripped blood over Spike’s lips as he shuddered and gasped. His eyes were barely open, vision blurred as he stared down at his mate, his perfect bitch.

Spike panted into the kiss, gulping for air as he was being pounded into. It was so deep he felt as though it was stabbing into his lungs. His plush insided squirming around the cock that rubbed and stretched him. His whole body shook with each heavy thrust. His legs held on tight around Hunter, keeping him from being shoved up. He pressed hard into Hunter’s hungry kiss, lips reddening from the blood, the taste of copper on his tongue making his eyes glow.

He felt Hunter’s knot swelling so big that Spike felt like he would definitely break. He couldn’t move, stuck on the knot firmly. The throbbing felt the throbbing so deep that it shook his bones. His own orgasm hitting made him clench as much as he could, as the stretch allowed him, his insided pulsing and twitching as he felt his own knot lock… but it didn’t really. He knew it was in Hunter's hands but his animal brain only followed his sensations, ignoring anything else. 

Spike shot his load, knotting Hunter’s hands, semen spurting between their pressed stomachs. So hot, it was so hot and good. It felt right. So fucking right, coming how it was supposed to… feeling how it was supposed to… But it was mixed with something more. His ass being knotted, rubbed raw and hot. It felt so hot in his stomach, even hotter as he felt the first load of come spill into him. His vision went white, his heart pounded in his chest hard and fast, fingers dug into flesh, unaware that he was putting all his strength into it, nails digging into Hunter’s back.

Spike was breathing harshly, growling and gasping as his vision started to slowly come back to him still feeling throbbing pleasure but not as hard and blinding. He blinked slowly, feeling the small tickle of blood dripping on his lips, sliding in the crease of his chin, then down his jaw. He looked up, seeing blue eyes. His mind was hazy as he licked the blood off his lower lip, teeth biting, dragging over soft bloody flesh.

Feeling Spike knotting his hand, the pulsing and throbbing of another’s knot against his palm, as his own was locked deeper than he’d ever managed, felt deeply right. Hunter had done well by his mate, getting Spike off with his own cock, while giving his sweet bitch the permission to symbolically knot him as well. Perhaps he was too forgiving, but seeing his bitch completely satisfied, filled with his knot and come, both of them soaked in Spike’s semen, it filled him with a deep feeling of warm affection. His savage bitch. He’d have Spike no other way.

Slowly, ever so slowly, sense started returning to Hunter’s mind, along with thoughts beyond fucking and knotting his bitch, his mate . Breaths heavy and hot, he watched as Spike licked away the blood, smiling with a hint of teeth. His lip ached, only slightly soothed when he licked away the blood as well, points on his back burning where Spike had been holding him tightly. 

Chuckling, Hunter brushed his nose against Spike’s. “How do I taste?” He rumbled, dipping his head to lick up the rest of his blood from Spike’s chin, nuzzling down as he kissed and nibbled his mate’s throat.

He kept his hand firmly locked around Spike’s knot, his other sliding over the bitch’s side, stroking up to fondle one of Spike’s tits, feeling the muscle tense for a moment. He doubted his knot would last long, not after coming so many times during the night, but for now he could do nothing besides relax and wait. They hadn’t slept long, and he could feel the need to eat, but that could wait. He looked up from licking smears of blood from his kisses, meeting Spike’s eyes again.

Even as the orgasm passed Spike could still feel the throbbing inside him, lodged so deep he could barely breathe. His face and chest were pink, eyes still red from his crying, lashes not even dry yet, hair tousled around his head, sticking to his sweaty neck. His breaths were shallow, hands still holding on to Hunter, but fingers just dragging over the t-shirt. 

His hips were trembling, no longer having the strength to keep his legs up but when he tried to let them fall down his position shifted painfully. He whimpered, fingers fisting into Hunter’s t-shirt. He let the man lick his chin, leaving his neck exposed as Hunter nuzzled and kissed down it.

He still felt throbbing pleasure from his own cock, no longer spurting cum but still locked inside Hunter’s hands. His trembling thighs still hugged around Hunter, holding on but slipping, breathing hard and heavy as he felt his pec being squeezed. Spike’s gaze trembled as he ended looking into Hunter’s eyes.

“I can’t…” he spoke, his voice shaky and spent. “I can’t hold on…” his hands were still pulling on the t-shirt as his trembling legs slipped off, changing the angle of his body, making him sob, Hunter’s cock pressing hard into his pelvis bone.

The first shift made Hunter flinch, locked deep enough that it pulled at him uncomfortably, a soft grunt forced from his chest. He watched as Spike struggled, liking how tightly he was being held onto, not realising how close Spike was to slipping until the bitch’s legs loosened. Even with Spike holding onto his shirt, the change in angle made Hunter cry out in surprise, the pain immediate as his knot, so deeply wedged, pulled at the base of his cock.

He jerked both his hands away from fondling Spike, grabbing Spike’s ass to lift the bitch back up, hunched over until the shock of the pain subsided. Gasping then groaning, Hunter eased them both onto their sides, nestling Spike’s ass against his pelvis, before he dared to slide his hands away. Letting out a shaking breath, Hunter stroked Spike’s back, fingers sliding in sweat as he rested his head against the pillow, looking up into his mate’s eyes.

“Got me locked too deep,” Hunter mumbled, stroking hair from Spike’s face. “Tell me if you need to shift until the swelling goes down.”

He breathed in deeply, brows drawing together slightly, sore from repeatedly fucking Spike, and sore from the various little wounds the bitch had left on his back. His thigh had partially scabbed over, his lower lip no longer bleeding, but his healing was nothing like his mate’s ability. He sighed, looking into Spike’s eyes, tracing his thumb down the angles of Spike’s jaw.

Spike was clenching his teeth, eyes watering from the familiar pain of having his pelvis abused. He knew how it felt to break it, so he knew the pressure, if it was harder and kept there long enough, even the healed bone would snap again, despite it being stronger now after one break. When he got lifted by his ass the pain and pressure on his bones was relieved and his body turned into jelly in Hunter’s hands

As he was eased on his side, Spike gasped, moaning small and broken as he could still feel the pulsing pleasure under the pain. His scrunched up face, relaxed as Hunter stroked the hair out of his eyes.

“Don’t… move.” he mumbled in a plea with a raw voice, blinking heavily. Relaxed like that he could finally breathe easier… though the cock lodged deep inside him still made him feel short of breath. Hunter’s fingers tracing his jaw made his eyelids feel even heavier. Spike's arms were squished against Hunter’s chest. Curled up like that… Spike started to feel drowsy.

How could a man so large, seem so small and precious? Hunter felt his heart rate calming, snuggling Spike against him, watching with heavy lidded eyes as Spike started to drift. His bitch was perfect, despite the many flaws Spike had, Hunter found himself softening, adoring the man all the more. His mate. Bearing three of his claim marks now, pissy and moody, strong and determined; his. 

Despite it being morning, the sunlight coming into the room brighter, he felt as if he could easily fall asleep again. Spike was a welcome warmth against him, even if his more rational mind kept trying to remind him that the bitch had tried to escape, had hit him hard enough in the head to stun him. Still, he stroked the bitch’s face gently, thumb stroking that masculine jaw and smooth chin. He could smell his blood on Spike’s lips, blood he happily gave while they had kissed, the scent of it mixed with Spike’s own smell making his eyes drift closed. 

“Won’t… move,” Hunter murmured, the annoyance with himself for getting injured despite Spike’s warning fading as he felt Spike grow more loose against him. “Staying…”

He didn’t finish his sentence as he fell back asleep.

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