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Chapter 8: bitch training (two)

During the drive home, Hunter tried to calm himself. There could be a perfectly rational explanation for the storage space, for Spike to sell the apartment he used to live in with his bitch. Perhaps there were plans for a better home? Plans the pack may not know, but Spike seemed to express everything he was thinking and feeling at any given time. Hunter recalled the conversation they first had, how displeased Spike was with the missing bitch, leading to the two of them talking about how things should be, and how a bitch should act. Spike hadn’t held anything back then, at least it had seemed like it, and he had been a complete stranger at the time.

One moment he’d try to reason things out, wondering why Spike would leave behind paperwork, keys to storage, and a passport, but the next he would be raging over how little thought Spike put into anything. How many lessons had they been through simply to get Spike to watch what he said? Even Spike’s own former pack believed he’d left, and these were wolves who had known Spike throughout the war. How much of that belief, Hunter’s rational mind asked, was backed up by the rumors spread by the Brookhavens?

By the time he pulled up at home, Hunter’s mind was a mess of accusations and counter arguments. If Spike really had been prepared to abandon pack and bitch, could he ever trust him? His eyes landed on the bitch, sitting on the porch, drinking a beer. Had Spike even done anything around the house without him there to make him?

Hunter growled as he got out of his truck, slamming the door hard enough that the windows rattled. He didn’t know his own strength sometimes. The war had made him monstrous, in body as well as mind. And now he had a lying bitch to confront. Had he been shifted to wolf, his hackles would have been raised, his shoulders taut as he stormed towards Spike, boots throwing up splatters of mud as he crossed the sodden ground.

“I spoke with your pack.” Hunter rumbled, tossing down the papers and passport, the keys clattering as they hit the porch. “Seems the Brookhavens didn’t need to spread rumors. You were really ready to abandon them. Leave behind your bitch.” His canines were sharpening again, his frustrations from the past month rising as well. “How long had you been scheming and lying to them, bitch? Your own pack!”

Spike became aware of Hunter long before he could even see the truck, the sound of tires rolling of pebbles easily distinguishable. He had to wonder to himself when he had become so familiar with the sound of Hunter’s car to recognize it so easily. What was even more concerning was that he sat up straight, putting the beer to the side, almost as if he was scared for the wolf to catch him idling and drinking.

He saw the truck rolling in and instantly he could tell Hunter was in a bad mood by his driving. It became even more obvious as he saw the man’s expression, met his furious gaze as he got out of the car, slamming the door hard behind. Spike felt the goosebumps on his back run up to his neck. A growl nested in his chest as he stood up.

He stepped back as Hunter reached him on the porch. He expected an attack, for the wolf to swing at him— but instead he threw things on the floor. Spike looked down, confusion and anger only growing as he recognized them.

Hunter had spoken to the pack? What had those bastards said?

“What the fuck are you accusing me of?” he growled back. “You are the one who told me the Nature clan spread those rumors and now you believe them?”

The hair on the back of Hunter’s neck stood up, the closest his body could manage to an aggression display without shifting, his teeth bared as he held Spike’s gaze. 

“Of course I didn’t!” He snarled back, voice rougher as his vocal cords reacted to the slight shift, his eyes glowing ever so slightly. “Not when I knew they were unfounded. Spread to explain where you’d disappeared to. But with all that your pack discovered in your apartment? Or rather what they didn’t?!”

He stepped closer, muscles rippling, his shirt drawing tighter across his chest. Was Spike really going to pretend there was nothing to be angry over?

“Your furniture and belongings gone, the keys to a storage space, your fucking passport—“ Hunter looked away for only a moment to glance at the papers before glaring into Spike’s eyes again. “Selling the apartment? All without your pack knowing? Turns out there was some truth to the rumors, wasn’t there, bitch? Couldn’t handle being an alpha when you’re not waging war? Or were you so tired of your whiny little bitch that you had to run off from every responsibility you had?”

There was a small voice inside him, somewhere beneath the unexpected feeling of hurt, having the beginnings of trust threatened, that told Hunter he was being irrational. The long wounded wolf inside him raged, however, making him feel like an idiot for starting to let anyone in.

“Conniving little bastard,” Hunter growled. “I’d thought it strange how fast your pack mates were willing to stuff you full of cock. Upset you were caught?”

Confusion was being quickly replaced by anger and outrage. Spike’s wolf responded to the shift in Hunter. His eyes were glowing as he bared his sharp teeth when Hunter stepped closer. 

What business did any of them have to go through his belongings? It was the closest he could imagine to his corpse being looted. What? Because he was gone for a week? And they decided he left on his own? Because it was easier. So they can take everything away from him - his property, his title, his reputation…

“H ow fucking dare you ?” Spike roared, slamming his hands into Hunter’s chest, pushing him back. He was seeing red at the accusation that he would purposely abandon his pack, abandon his duties as an alpha. That was one of the greatest insults. A wolf who abandoned his pack didn’t deserve to be called a wolf. “You don’t know shit! I have never lied! Never ! I would never— never abandon my pack!” Slowly it was getting more difficult to speak, words morphing into furious snarls.

Spike couldn’t string words together anymore. He couldn’t make himself say or explain anything. The only thing that came out of his mouth were enraged growls. At the last insult he just couldn’t take it anymore. Any fear he harboured toward Hunter was gone out of his mind as he pounced, punching the bastard, driving him back.

Any hesitation Hunter’s inner voice had was completely swallowed by the rage as it swelled through him. Snarling as he was shoved back, then punched, he twisted in the mud, going low, before he launched himself forward. His canines were fully lengthened, his thick stubble filling out more as the wolf in him came roaring to the surface.

Still he hesitated, for some reason, to fully shift. His bitch. Even enraged he didn’t immediately go for Spike’s throat, feinting to one side, before delivering a heavy punch to Spike’s gut, then jaw. He knew how to fight, he’d been trained for years, and hunting down his own kind had only made him more deadly, ruthless. Yet he couldn’t…couldn’t kill Spike. Even feeling he’d been wronged, that he was being manipulated by a scheming, backstabbing bastard, his instinctual need to continue to protect held his blood thirst back. 

Instead, he grabbed for Spike’s hands as the bitch made to punch him, or claw him. Their fingers locked, the mud splattering around them. Hunter snarled and barked in Spike’s face, eyes locked on his bitch’s gaze, eyes fully glowing a cold blue. 

“You left! They told me as much!” Hunter managed to barely speak between growls and barks. 

As Spike shoved against his grip, Hunter stepped back with the momentum, guiding Spike around, using the wolf’s own strength to fling Spike about wildly, almost driving the bitch down into the mud. His bitch was strong. Even enraged, Hunter felt pride at how fierce and powerful Spike was. He tightened his grip on Spike’s hands, his shirt ripping from the strain of trying to contain his bulk. 

“The passport! Your things gone! Explain that!”

Spike registered the danger as the larger wolf pounced on him. He growled, twisting his body so he could take the hit straight on, hands in front as he was body slammed. A chill ran through his spine as he realised his neck was exposed but Hunter purposely went to the side instead. Before Spike had the time to process that, he was punched in the gut, bending forward only to then get punched in the jaw. He saw stars as he staggered, too overwhelmed to do anything but defend…

As Spike swung, his hands were grabbed. In any other situation nobody would be able to stop his momentum but Hunter's fingers locked into his. He tried to pull his arms aways, but they were stuck in the wolf's grip so he dug his nails into his palms. As Hunter growled, he stared back with glowing, furious eyes.

“I didn’t fucking go anywhere!” Spike snarled before shoving forward with all his weight. 

Unexpectedly Hunter was not there anymore and Spike found himself flung almost to the ground. Spike lost his balance in the mud as Hunter tightened his grip on his hands. Spike gasped, the strength of Hunter’s grip surprisingly firm.

“The passport ! The fucking passport—” Spike spat, having difficulty breathing. “—is old! From 3 years ago—” he growled as he kneed Hunter in the hip. 

Convinced the only reason Spike hadn’t gone anywhere was due to the Brookhavens’ timing and his bringing in Spike as bounty, Hunter didn’t listen to the excuse. The bitch’s gasping in pain nearly got to him, but this was a punishment, one with meaning. 

For Spike to claim to be an alpha, only to have been prepared to abandon his pack— It only fed into Hunter’s own paranoia and fears over getting close to someone again. Even someone he knew was a bastard and didn’t accept him. He shouldn’t be surprised, not after picking an alpha from a damn Hunt pack as the perfect match for his own beast. If only being the monster he was meant he felt nothing, he would not be so angry.

His snarl became low and dangerous after Spike kneed him, his bulk absorbing most of the hit, but it still hurt. Spike was strong, getting stronger every day. It was only natural that they would clash like this. Taking advantage of Spike’s loss of balance, Hunter dug his foot into the loose mud, driving forward with a bellow. The loose mud made them both slip to one knee, Hunter growling savagely as he leaned closer, their hands shaking as neither was willing to give an inch. He could feel the slick heat of blood from the scratches Spike’s nails had left on his palms.

“Passport…” Hunter rumbled low, the glow nearly fading from his eyes as he thought about it. 

He hadn’t checked the date, too absorbed in his anger. The rational side of his mind clung to that, his thoughts returning to how strange it was that Spike would leave behind important documents and keys, not to mention the very passport which would have been needed if he wanted to go anywhere beyond his pack’s reach. 

“Keep talking,” Hunter growled. “What about the storage space? The only thing your pack found in your apartment were those papers, the keys, your passport.”

Spike breathed hard through his teeth as Hunter took advantage of his loss of balance. As he fell to one knee he could feel the cold moisture from the mud seep through the sweatpants he was wearing.

Something was shifting in Spike as the fight went on. His fury and anger was slowly being replaced by something he didn’t have the words to explain. Something that made him feel choked up, made his chest hurt.

Whatever the pack had found - documents or keys - how can that completely erase the faith they should have had in their alpha? Did they not trust him? Did they have no faith in him? It seemed so if they gave up on him so easily. He had been missing for a month. How long did they wait? How long did they look for him? When did they decide it was easier to write him off? Even if the accusations were true - wouldn’t any of them be angry? Wouldn’t they want to find him to beat the shit out of him?— No. They just moved on... Didn’t care to even hold a grudge—

“Moving… apartments.” Spike said through his teeth as he felt his voice suddenly break.

Not only did they believe he would abandon them— they also didn’t care enough to even look for him—

The sudden shift in Spike’s mood gave Hunter pause. He wasn’t sure what was happening. Was Spike actually upset? Or was this just another scheme, some way to gain the upper hand? He didn’t want to believe the bitch was actually upset, that Spike was planning something, but the subtle change in the wolf’s scent was impossible to ignore, close as they were.

Breathing deeply, fully scenting his bitch, Hunter relaxed his hold slightly on Spike’s hands. “Moving apartments where?” He prodded, his voice still a low rumble of a growl. “Why not tell your pack? Were you even going to tell your bitch you were whining about during our first conversation? Not a compelling argument.”

He stopped pushing with one hand, shifting as Spike was, yet again, twisted about, slamming the bitch down into the mud. Surging over Spike, eyes glowing bright, Hunter leaned down as he held the bitch’s hands down. 

“Why not tell the pack, have them help you move your things?” He rumbled. “Zain was clearly upset. What they found gave them reason to believe the rumors.”

“Why would I explain myself to anyone?” Spike growled. “They have no fucking idea! I did everything I could to make my bitch happy. I gave him freedom, allowed him to do whatever the fuck he wanted. I lived in that shitty small apartment because he wanted it! And what did I fucking get? Arguments, fights, insults, treating me like a fucking stranger—”

His voice broke again just before he was pushed down into the mud. He growled, eyes glowing in response to Hunter who leaned down over him. Spike’s arms were held down into the mud and wet grass.

“Tell the pack? What? Tell them what?! That their alpha can’t handle his bitch?” he snarled. Spike pulled on his hands, the mud making it easy for his wrists to start slipping from Hunter’s grip. “And you?!” he roared in hurt accusation. “You act like you don’t know? I told you all of this already! When I was whining —” he snarled, spiting the word out like it was disgusting to say. Jis hand slipped free and he swung at Hunter’s face.

Hunter stared at Spike as the wolf explained himself, or, rather, didn’t explain anything. The anger and hurt in Spike’s voice seemed genuine. That, or his judgment regarding Spike was clouded by feelings of want, of need for someone who also didn’t know how to live in this peaceful world. Yet they were both stuck in it, trying to figure out how they fit.

As Spike’s hand slipped free and swung up, Hunter snapped his own hand up, grabbing Spike’s wrist, the bitch’s fingers brushing his mouth. Everything Spike had said pointed less to the desire to escape, and more to the need to hide what Spike felt was a failure. Couldn’t control a bitch. Couldn’t relate to the pack as they were settled in, sharing the same restlessness Hunter knew all too well. Zain and Razor had the bar, and Spike had what? The same longing Hunter had for a simpler time, even if it was fraught with danger and death. Hunter had yet to see the rest of the pack, and could only guess they each had their own lives now, since the war had ended.

“I know,” Hunter murmured, the glow in his eyes fading, his lips getting smeared with mud from Spike’s fingers as he spoke. “I remember our conversation. Not just how your bitch had been acting, but how a bitch should act, how the world has changed and we haven’t.”

Hunter breathed in deeply, blinking slowly, then nuzzled Spike’s hand. Had he been wrong? Spike should be trying to convince him he hadn’t been running away, shouldn’t he? That’s what a guilty person would do. Right? Or was he already in too deep, growing attached to a selfish bastard? Hunter huffed a soft laugh through his nose. 

“You weren’t leaving them, then?” He asked, voice low. “Moving apartments. Not telling them. You had a plan?”

His legs spread more fully around Spike’s hips as he leaned down, releasing Spike’s other hand to wipe mud from his bitch’s face. 

“What were you doing, then, precious?”

Spike starred as Hunter grabbed his hand before it connected to his face, preventing the strike. But what made him stare wasn’t that but what Hunter said. That he knew… For some infuriating, crushing reason, Spike felt like he was telling the truth. That he really understood all the things he couldn’t express with words. All the things that others wouldn’t be able to understand – his longing for the simple days during the war when he knew who he was, knew what he needed to do and he was good at it; how lost he felt during this peace. The world stopped making sense after the war. All that Spike was good at became obsolete. It became something that he was supposed to suppress. He had to live in a city among humans, he couldn’t be an alpha of a Hunt pack.

Spike just couldn’t adjust. He was always a few steps behind everyone else—

He inhaled quickly, holding his breath in as he felt something squeeze his throat, his eyes watering.

“I just…” Spike struggled as Hunter straddled him. “Just wanted to make things simple. Live in a place I want. Treat my bitch like I should have…” he huffed, showing teeth. “So I packed my shit to move!”

The shame of not being able to control a bitch. Was that what this was then? The move. The sudden reaction to try and force things to work how Spike wanted them to. Too embarrassed to say anything to the pack, and then those plans had been uprooted when he’d crossed Hunter’s path. 

Relief flooded through Hunter as he watched Spike struggle to speak, the stark emotion of shock at being seen and understood. Spike hadn’t been abandoning the pack, instead making a desperate grab at some way to fix a situation that had been spiralling out of control. Hunter rumbled softly, leaning down further to softly huff against Spike’s cheek, nudging with his nose.

“I believe you,” he breathed out, releasing Spike’s wrist so he could stroke the side of the wolf’s face, barely remembering the scratches on his palm until they stung. “Spike. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions. Your pack, Zain and Razor, they believe it. Both hurt and angry thinking you left them for excitement elsewhere.” 

They needed to approach the pack, explain things. It would be awkward for him, a lone wolf, to go speak on behalf of Spike. An outcast who had yet to decide whether or not he could even be an alpha, let alone the alpha of a pack which had fought on the side of the Hunt. Even if Zain seemed reasonable and mature, and Razor disarmingly cute, the fact that he would have killed them both, without a second thought during the war, for being part of the Hunt, hung heavily over him.

Guilt. He didn’t like that feeling. It confused and frustrated him. Hunter definitely preferred being with Spike, not having to hide who he had been, or try to be who he was before. Lightly, he brushed his lips over Spike’s cheek.

“Forgive me, baby? For being stupid enough to believe a rumor I know wasn’t true?” Hunter rumbled.

Spike struggled. He struggled with a lot of things. The most difficult part seemed to be speaking. While he had no problem blurting out whatever he felt like, it was difficult, if not impossible, to put his feelings into words or explain things without stumbling blindly through each sentence.

Somehow he had managed to give Hunter the answer he had demanded of him. A lump stuck in his throat as the wolf made a peace offering, to end this fight, nose softly nudging at his cheek.

Spike huffed a choked breath as Hunter told him he believed him. His hands were trembling as the man released them, strength seemingly taken away by the apology he had not expected. He couldn't help but still be helplessly angry that his pack mates thought so little of him... But it was a relief knowing he wasn't completely alone now—

Spike couldn't believe himself. There was no way he was looking favourably at Hunter - the wolf who had reduced him to a bitch, taken his life away... Yet he choked and started crying as Hunter asked him for forgiveness, admitting he was wrong. He sobbed as he felt lips brush over his, shocked that any of this was calming him down.

From Spike’s previous mood swings, Hunter had learned his bitch was emotional, though he had grown more used to the sullen silences, or anger. The crying made something twist uncomfortably in his stomach, the urge to protect and soothe his bitch entirely sweeping away any doubts. He really was in over his head, falling for a man he would have considered an enemy, a meal. 

Heart beating faster, Hunter lightly kissed Spike’s sobbing mouth, dipping his head to rub his jaw over Spike’s neck and shoulder, scent marking him. Softly huffing, and nuzzling, he sat up, tugging Spike along with him, pulling the wolf into a hug. His hands slid in the mud and leaf litter coating Spike’s back, making a mental note to teach Spike how to rinse off dirty clothing before washing them, but that could wait. 

Resting his weight on Spike’s lap, he kissed lightly over the bitch’s face, his lips quickly getting wet from tears. He ended up back at Spike’s mouth, sucking lightly on Spike’s lower lip, before kissing up to the wolf’s forehead. It had been years since he’d comforted anyone, but it felt natural, the motions coming back to him with Spike. 

“Let’s go inside and wash off,” Hunter said after a moment. “Did you eat? Or just have beer?” 

Spike had been taken aback by his own actions. When in the past would he have started crying in the middle of a fight, no matter how badly he felt at the time? It was only because deep down Spike could feel this fight had not been with his life on the line. Every time Hunter had an opportunity for a killing strike, he missed on purpose.

It was a different feeling, one he only felt for the first time - being able to rage without holding back, and having someone respond to him in kind, without shrinking back. For the first time he felt like he had managed to express his feelings properly. And he felt scared because it was— fulfilling. His anger sated, his feelings understood and comforted...

He let Hunter kiss him. His heart tightening its rhythm as the wolf scent marked him. Then he was pulled up, sitting in the mud, back wet and cold, he sank into the hug. Hunter was holding him, sitting in his lap, and Spike was confused as to what was happening. The only thing that he knew was that the kisses calmed him down, made him stop crying.

He sniffled as his forehead was kissed. "No.." he answered, muffled. The thought of food filling his belly, making him more aware that he felt hungry.

Of course Spike hadn’t eaten. Hunter doubted his bitch had done anything beyond getting dressed and having a beer. A small twinge of annoyance ran through him, but after fighting, getting some of his own anxiety out over his personal mistrust of Spike, he didn’t have it in him to punish the bitch. Not right now. Not when Spike had been sobbing against him, and was now relaxed against his chest, seeking comfort from him.

He kissed Spike’s cheek again, lips lingering as he held the wolf for a few breaths, feeling the tension slipping away from them both. He wiped his hands off on Spike’s— his —shirt, before gently brushing hair away from the bitch’s face. Yet again, he’d managed to mess up all that beautiful hair. He needed to get Spike more things to maintain it, give it strength and shine. Pamper Spike by letting the wolf take care of what was clearly a mark of pride.

“Leave the muddy clothing out here,” Hunter said, cupping Spike’s face, looking into the wolf’s eyes calmly, stroking Spike’s cheeks with his thumbs. “Wash up, and I’ll make something to eat.”

He brushed his lips over Spike’s forehead before he stood up with a grunt, pulling Spike up a moment later. Sighing again, he wrapped his arms around the wolf, hugging him tight for a bit longer, making soft, wolf chuffing sounds, before releasing him.

“Just leave them on the porch. We’ll worry about chores tomorrow.” He added, tugging off his torn shirt, looking at his boots with a heavy sigh; they were an absolute mess.

After having that moment to take a breath, calm himself, clear his mind, Spike became aware of his position — holding Hunter on his lap, as the wolf kissed his face, brushed his muddy hair aside. He was frozen, unable to grasp what was happening - how it had come to this. Why had he stopped fighting? 

Spike tried to flinch away, sniffling hard, as Hunter held his face. The way the man was looking at him, he didn't like it at all. Like he was a weak woman, his cheeks being stroked...

Spike growled as Hunter's lips brushed over his forehead. He blinked, no longer crying as he wiped his nose into his forearm. He proceeded to wipe his whole face, from the tears and from the lingering memory of Hunter's lips. Before he had the time to stand up on his own, he was pulled up by his arm into a tight embrace. Spike's mind was wiped clean, now that he had put his emotional outburst aside. He was again just here. A captive.

Now he was also questioning him, as if Spike needed to explain himself to anyone. Spike was an alpha and he didn't owe anyone an explanation, least of all to his former pack. If they were disloyal enough to not trust in their alpha, then that was their fucking problem. Spike was the victim - he was kidnapped, belittled and then thrown into this bastard's custody and all his pack did was go through his stuff and divide his wealth after he was gone. Then any of those bastards had the audacity to pretend to be upset? For what? For stabbing Spike in the back? And then sticking their cocks in his mouth when he was down.

None of this made sense and Spike was right. All of them could rot in hell as far as he was concerned! 

Spike growl was muffled as he took off the t-shirt soaked in mud. He toasted it on the porch, right next to the documents that in a distant past would have provided him a new better life. Now they were just trash. 

Spike slipped off the sweatpants, caked in dirt, and threw them on the papers. He was left naked and muddy, only in the high-waisted panties he had forgotten to take off before.

Hunter’s eyes opened as he heard the growl, a low snarl building as Spike angrily brushed him off, tossing down the clothing like it was rubbish. He didn’t know why he had expected Spike to lay the clothing down, as it seemed the sensible thing to do, to not make a worse mess and spread the mud. He stared down at the wadded up clothing, his shirt and sweatpants, before slowly looking towards his bitch.

A moment of weakness, and now Spike was retaliating like a child. His hand was flying up to slap across Spike’s face barely before the decision to discipline his bitch had fully formed in his mind. He grabbed a handful of Spike’s hair, jerking the wolf forward, snarling.

“Acting like a child, now?” He asked. “Pick them up. I was going to let you take a moment to recover, but apparently you’ve already moved on. Pick them up and rinse them off with the hose.”

He didn’t wait for the bitch to move, grabbing Spike by the back of the neck and dragging him the few steps to the porch. 

“Drinking without permission as well. Did you do any of your chores while I was gone?” Hunter growled, releasing Spike so the bitch could tend to the clothing. “The hose is on the other side of the porch. What am I going to find when I go inside? Dishes? Dirty clothing?”

Spike was frowning, angry and sullen, when the palm struck him on the side of the face, throwing his head to the side. His cheek throbbed with the pain of the slap. He only had time to stare at Hunter in shock. Every time the man slapped him, Spike couldn’t process it. Someone having the audacity to backhand him like that? It seemed impossible.

He growled as his hair was grabbed, pulled by it forward. A chill prickled on the back of his neck as the wolf snarled. Spike could feel his heart starting to beat faster as his knees bent. Hunter grabbed him by the back of the neck.

“ Fuck — fucking bastard! Let me go!” he snarled. 

Spike couldn’t believe this was happening as he was being dragged by the neck to the porch. His bare feet were dragging through the mud and the grass until they reached the path.

“I don’t need your permission!” Spike spat, stumbling forward as he was released. His breathing was faster, his heart slowly making its way up his throat. Despite his defiance, he knew he shouldn’t do this. That he hadn’t done anything he was supposed to do…

More defiance. Hunter couldn’t believe that for a moment he had felt sorry for Spike, taken in by tears, trying to understand how lost his bitch felt. The same loss he experienced, watching people pass by on his stake outs, going about their days as if nothing had happened. The humans he could understand, but other wolves?

“Here I was ready to plan a time to pick up your clothing from storage.” Hunter snarled. “Do you deserve that? To choose what to wear? After ignoring my rules and flaunting them while failing to do a single chore? I don’t even need to look, do I. You didn’t do a single thing while I was gone.”

It felt like his kindness was being thrown in his face. He wasn’t going to judge Spike for crying, for admitting his own shortcomings with his bitch; if anything, the inability to control a bitch only proved Hunter’s belief that Spike was better suited to being a bitch, rather than an alpha. An alpha whose own pack member had said he had not been a good alpha. If he did better by the pack, took care of them like an alpha should— Hunter didn’t know where to start. He only had his own family pack, then the larger group of several Nature packs, to use as reference. All that was a life he barely knew how to live now…

He breathed in slowly, making himself calm down. He’d already lost control earlier. He didn’t need to tempt his madness. Not when he didn’t want Spike badly injured. He looked at Spike, a low rumble in his throat.

“Apologise.” He said firmly. 

Spike was standing on the porch, bent as he was thrown forward by Hunter, releasing his grip on his neck. He looked back as the wolf snarled, eyes growing wide as he was told that he could have had his belongings, could have had his own clothes if only he hadn’t acted out. His anger was mixing with overwhelming distress.

"What do I deserve ?" Spike asked, voice trembling with anger. Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t even know what to compare this to. He had not been spoken to like this even as a child. Rules? Chores?  

Why did Spike need to be afraid? The bastard hadn't even gone for his throat, he wasn't going to kill him and if death was off the table then Spike had nothing to be afraid of.

"I deserve some fucking respect!" He screamed, eyes glowing. The anger and outrage from the fight just before had flamed again. His pack didn’t seem to respect him - not now or probably even before if they were happy to have him gone. What was he supposed to do? Had they expected him to tell them every single thing he did, every thought that passed into his head? Why did he have to justify himself to anyone? Spike had always been an alpha, he was born to be one! And alphas did what they wanted, no questions asked! "Nobody is allowed to tell me what to do! Do you know who I am? How dare you make me do women's work?" 

He fumed. Being told what to wear, what to do, where to go, how to speak? There was no way! No way that he would be treated like this.  

Yet despite his furious outburst his heart was beating so fast he felt like he was suffocating. This… wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t… supposed to be afraid to speak. Afraid that he had disobeyed the rules and blown off the chores he was supposed to do…

“Women’s work?” Hunter scoffed. “Much more manly to be unable to take care of your own home, then? To need someone else to wait on you like a child? Should I be impressed that you wipe your own ass?”

His body was stiff with growing anger as he stomped up onto the porch. He only had a slight height advantage, but survival during the war had built bulk in his body, his muscles rippling as he towered over Spike’s hunched form.

“Respect, what? A bitch who can’t admit their own wrongs? Who you were means absolutely nothing.” Hunter seethed, glaring at his bitch, before taking in a deep breath. “No apology, then?”

He waited for a breath before storming into the house, leaving the hastily repaired door hanging open, swinging slightly. He returned a few minutes later with a small cup of ice, and a strange cylindrical metal device, seeming to consist of thick rings. Setting the cup aside, he popped an ice cube into his mouth, before giving Spike a dark look. Calmly, he opened the cuff-like bottom most ring with a key, and slid the key into his pocket.

That was all the warning the wolf had before Hunter pounced. He jerked down Spike’s panties as they struggled, giving the bitch a few hard slaps on the ass. Wrestling Spike around, holding the bitch in place with his legs, he managed to spit the ice cube into his hand. Swiftly, he slapped the ice down against Spike’s cock. Grumbling that Spike should “stop struggling”, Hunter stroked the melting ice cube over Spike’s dick, grunting as he struggled to hold the bitch still so he could slide the device over Spike’s cock. 

The cage in place, Hunter clicked the metal cuff around the base of Spike’s balls with a sharp click. Huffing in annoyance, he let Spike loose, letting the bitch sprawl backwards away from him.

“There are accessories to that,” Hunter rumbled, brushing mud from his jeans. “Try my patience one more time today, and you’ll be presented with each one of them.” He looked down at Spike’s cock locked up in its chastity cage, smirking a little to himself. “Part of me hopes you still want to try your luck.”

Spike stared at Hunter, furious and bewildered. It wasn’t a men’s job to do stupid things like chores. The man was the reason there was a home in the first place, made survival possible by providing and protecting. Things like cleaning or washing? That was busy work for weaklings who could do nothing else anyway. Doing those things, making life more pleasant for the provider was the only way they could repay being taken care of. 

Hunter was implying that Spike was that worthless weakling that was completely dependent on a provider?

Spike huffed, stepping back as the wolf stalked toward him, growling angry, until he towered over him. It wasn’t true. Spike was capable, he wasn’t just laying around doing nothing… He wasn’t...

Spike was ready for Hunter’s attack, but instead the man stormed into the house. He couldn’t understand what was happening, as he stared at the open door, hanging crookedly on the hinges. He watched until he was certain the man was not jumping out… Spike stepped away from the door, eyes glancing and the open road and the forest. The idea of running flashed through his mind for merely a moment before Hunted suddenly came back. He watched, unsure and worried as the man popped an ice cube in his mouth, staring Spike down. He glanced at the metal thing in Hunter's hands as it clinked open. He had no idea what it was—

Hunter lunged at him just as Spike was starting to step away. He growled as he was wrestled down, panties pulled down, his ass slapped hard. Spike barked, growling as the wolf turned him around, spitting the ice cube in his hand, before he slapped it on his cock. 

“The fuck—” Spike flinched, snarling and struggling as the ice rubbed over his most sensitive places.

Spike couldn’t see what Hunter was doing as he twisted and struggled but he froze when he felt his cock and balls being squeezed and pulled, cold metal pressing into soft flesh. He was trembling as he heard a sharp click. His heart was slamming in his chest. He tried to pull himself away, aware that he wouldn’t be able to— but suddenly he was free, sprawling backwards. He stumbled back, away, as he looked down at himself.

There was something… something on his cock. His shaft stuffed into a metal contraption. A metal ring around the base, his balls and cock through it. Cage and ring locked together, dick stuffed small, pressed between his balls. He pulled on the ring holding the whole thing together but it pulled on his whole groin, unable to slip past his balls—

“What the fuck is this—” Spike growled and whimpered in a panic. He couldn’t take it off. It was stuck on his cock.

Hunter grunted as he fully righted himself, looking at the cock cage Spike’s dick barely fit into. When he’d gone to buy the plug to widen Spike’s pelvis, not entirely sure what he needed as he hadn’t been in a sex shop in years, a large tattooed man had approached him. A regular human, whose eyes had roamed his body, before asking him what he was looking for, calling him “big daddy”. He’d felt a little light headed at the compliment, and said he had a brat at home he needed to discipline and train.

Hunter had never known there were so many plugs, dildos, and paddles. He’d never seen the strange little cage, which the man had called a chastity cage, used for “when brats don’t listen to their doms”. It had been the man who had suggested using ice when Hunter had told him about Spike’s impressive girth, assuring him it would fit.

Hunter was very pleased to see that it did indeed fit well. “That’s your bad boy cage,” Hunter chuckled, glancing at the panties still barely clinging to Spike’s thighs. “Didn’t do your chores, drank beer without asking permission, and won’t apologise? That’s your punishment. I suggest sitting down to piss, unless you want to add cleaning the toilet to your chores.”

He picked up the glass of ice, lightly rattling it as he stepped closer to Spike, looking into his bitch’s eyes with a tired, annoyed glare.

“Rinse off the mud. Start the laundry. Get washed up.” He said. “While I make something to eat. Understood?”

Spike was having difficulty breathing, feeling the same kind of pressure on his lungs as the cage squeezing his cock and balls. He couldn’t believe this. He looked up at Hunter, bewildered and frightened, because— what was this? A cage? For his cock? Such things existed? What did that mean? Would it just stay on…

With trembling fingers he tried to find a give on the metal ring, on the lock… There was no way to even break it. It was metal. It couldn’t— he couldn’t—

“Take it off!” Spike demanded, his voice trembling as panic washed over him. Having this thing on - what did this mean for him? Pee sitting down? He wouldn’t be able to use his cock at all?

What if he defeated Hunter? What if he killed him? This would still be on…

“Take it off…” the demand in his voice changed to a choked up plea. Hunter did this just because he hadn’t done the dumb chores, because he had sat down to drink a beer? That couldn’t be it? What was he even allowed to do then? Did he need to serve the bastard on hands and feet without rest? Spike couldn’t believe it….

Hunter watched impassively as Spike tugged on the penis cage, glad the human at the sex shop had suggested the model with the lock incorporated into the design. If he’d gotten one with the small, though cute, padlock hanging from the device, Spike could have broken it off. The only way his bitch would be able to get this off would be if Spike worked his fingers under the ring around his testicles somehow, or jerked the entire thing off, risking ripping off everything in the attempt. 

“Try apologising,” Hunter said, his voice faintly amused, even as he tried to keep his voice flat. “It wasn’t a long list. Laundry. Dishes. Some basic cleaning.” He looked at Spike for a long moment. “Put on something nice. Show off your new jewelry.”

He slipped another ice cube into his mouth, sucking on it as he gave Spike a lazy smile. Did Spike really not understand what he’d done? That he’d been given the opportunity to do what was expected without being watched? 

“You don’t understand, do you?” Hunter asked, muffled around the ice. “Do you need me to tell you what to do? Watch and make sure you do it? Am I at fault for giving you the opportunity to be responsible?”

He shook his head, turning to go back into the cabin. “Rinse the clothing, start the laundry, and wash off. Be ready by the time I have food cooked.”

Spike felt himself tremble as he finally let go of his caged cock. He had never seen it looking this small, stuffed into that contraption… He looked up as he heard Hunter’s amused voice. He had gone through anger, rage, distress and panic. Right now he could only feel despair as his eyes filled with tears. 

The bastard found this amusing. And it probably was. He had turned him into a joke.

“Why should I apologise?” Spike asked with a husky voice as he looked down, tears dropping right out of his eyes. He was standing naked with only the panties around his knees, hands balled up into trembling fists. The mud had already dried on his body. He felt humiliated and belittled. “I haven’t done anything wrong...”

He didn’t like any of this, least of all how small and powerless he felt. He didn’t like feeling like this. He had never felt like this before. The only thing he could do to feel less humiliated was to read and pull the panties up.

Wash and clean, dress like a bitch and wag his tail so he would be fed… Was this really his life?… 

Spike wiped his face and his nose with his forearm as Hunter turned to go back into the cabin. He didn’t have a choice, did he? He pulled his panties up and went to get the hose. 

Once he was back in the kitchen, Hunter glanced at the dishes he’d left for the bitch to wash. There weren’t many, not even a half hour’s amount of work. It was the same with the laundry. Between the two of them, they didn’t wear a lot of clothing, less with Spike in cute lingerie. He made a note to buy more things for Spike to wear.

He could hear the water running outside as he set about cooking, deciding a roast would work well. It would give Spike time to get everything done, as well as provide them both with a pleasant meal. Was he being unreasonable? To ask these few things, to expect Spike to help around the house? He didn’t think he was. 

He split the venison, flattening it out so he could spread herbed butter and garlic cloves over the flesh, before rolling the meat up, tying it all together. He worked to provide Spike with products for his hair, and nice things to wear, as well as came home to cook delicious meals. If Spike had done what was requested, they could both be relaxing now. Perhaps have a hot bath while the roast cooked. 

It occurred to him that he probably should have told Spike to wring the water from the clothing before bringing them in to wash. Surely that was understood… Unless Spike wanted to mop up water from the floor as well. It wasn’t like his bitch had lived entirely in the woods.

Shaking his head, Hunter chopped onions, carrots, and potatoes to cook alongside the venison. Had Spike really never done anything? It was hard to imagine.

Spike washed the porch and clothes with the hose until he couldn't see any mud. He gathered all the wet and dirty papers that in the past had actually meant something to him. The passport as well and he threw them in the outside bin. None of it meant anything anyway - the pack had taken all his money, no doubt the sale of the apartment had been transferred to his former bitch since both their names were on the documents. 

Spike forced himself not to cry seeing the last remains of his real life rolling in the trash. He couldn't help but shed a tear knowing all of it was gone - everything rightfully belonged to him...

He wrung the water out of the clothes before he went inside. He focused only on the clothes in his arms as he went to the laundry room. He remembered where he had to put the clothes, how to close the door. He could recall all the things he had to put inside... But he remembered nothing about how much of each. He played a guessing game, putting the same amount of everything inside. He couldn't help but remember the fabric softener that had gotten him fucked on the washing machine. Spike wanted to throw that bottle against the wall... But the last thing he needed was to get Hunter angry again.

After he pressed the button and the machine started working... He touched around his cock through the underwear. His shaft stuffed into a metal casing. More metal locking his balls into the cock cage. His fingers trembled.

What could he do? He couldn't do anything. He didn't know how but... The bastard had taken away his cock. He had never thought it possible. He couldn't touch it, he couldn't see it, it looked small, he couldn't even piss like a man...

He went to clean himself. His body didn't need much time but his hair was caked with dried mud. Still he tried to be quick, hands trembling with anger that he needed to follow orders.

Spike still tried to stick his hands inside the metal ring, slicking them up with soap... But it was too tight, his grip not precise enough. If he pulled wrong he would injure himself in a way that he didn't know if it was possible to heal.

When he went to the bedroom to dress himself he was filled with dread seeing a box on the bed He was already aware whatever Hunter left on the bed was probably what he wanted him to wear. Besides that he didn't have much choice in clothes.

He dried himself off, putting on a simple pair of black panties as he wasn’t given any other options or choices. Then he opened the box. Inside there was cloth, it was only when he unfurled it that he saw what this was - socks. Very long socks... 

At this point he didn’t know how to react. In fact he was relieved. It wasn’t anything too crazy. Even the material didn’t seem too out there - it was soft to the touch. So he tried to figure out how to put them on. They ended up being as high as the middle of his thighs. The edge lined with something rubbery that stuck to his smooth damp legs. He couldn't believe what he was wearing. With a flushed face he went to find anything to cover himself with, his only choice ending up being one of Hunter's shirts.

With no better alternative, he put it on and went to the kitchen, damp hair falling over his shoulders.

Hunter barely acknowledged Spike as the bitch moved through the house, busying himself getting dinner cooking. He could soon hear, then smell, the laundry going. He glanced at the floor, pleased to see there were no random drops of water; Spike did have sense after all.

He’d washed his hands for cooking, but went about washing himself a little more thoroughly in the kitchen sink. He’d washed in worse places, and the hand soap suited him fine for most things. Belatedly, he checked his own jeans, sighing at the mud clinging to them. He’d only thought to leave his boots by the door. 

He could hear Spike bathing by the time he got into the bedroom, stuffing his mud flecked jeans into the hamper before redressing in comfortable house pants and his loosest t-shirt, the fabric still clinging a little tightly to his chest. He tugged at the fabric over his tits, frowning a little as he looked down. He needed to get new clothing. Just one more thing he’d put off after finding his way back home. He’d repaired the damage done to the cabin, but not much else. If Spike was good, he’d retrieve the bitch’s clothing from storage, if not… 

He set both the storage key and chastity cage key in the little hidden cubby of the bedside table, fitting the panel back in place as he listened to Spike splashing around, washing off. Was it his fault for being too lenient? Is that why Spike didn’t listen? More likely it was just in the bitch’s nature to be difficult.

The roast was starting to smell fragrant by the time Spike was out of the bath, Hunter sitting at the small table in the kitchen, drinking a beer. He looked away from staring out the window, giving Spike a slight glance, then looked back. His eyes widened slightly, roaming over Spike’s body. It was a simple outfit, but surprisingly attractive.

Setting his beer down, Hunter stood up. He took a single step forward, stopping to look at Spike again. “That…” he said, eyes lingering on the naked bit of thigh above the socks. “Yes. That’ll do.”

Spike was not a shy person, even the opposite. He had liked showing his body, even more so his naked body. Because he was aware he was attractive. He liked the attention, he liked the want he could see in the eyes of others - a gaze of envy or a gaze full of lust. Curiosity and amazement were also pleasant. 

But for some reason he didn’t feel that gloating satisfaction he would, showing off his body to Hunter. Because he knew what the man liked to do, what he had done. All things Spike would have never allowed anyone to do to him. Hell, he wouldn’t have allowed others to even think about doing them. He wasn’t supposed to be that kind of attractive. He wasn’t supposed to attract men. He didn’t want to. It didn’t make any sense. It made him embarrassed and ashamed.

It was why he turned his head to the side, frowning. He pulled at the edges of the shirt, heat rising to his cheeks. Even if he was looking away he could tell Hunter had stood up, stepping toward him. Spike stopped in his tracks. He looked at Hunter, unsure what to do, feeling exposed standing in the middle of the room like this. He saw him looking down and when he followed his gaze he understood where he was looking, making him grit his teeth and flush deeper.

Why did he have to wear such humiliating clothes?

Hunter smiled at the deep blush over Spike’s cheeks, moving closer as Spike remained frozen on the floor. His eyes moved over the soft fabric of Spike’s panties, able to barely make out the texture of the cage coiled around his bitch’s cock.

“How does it feel?” He asked, sliding a hand forward to stroke over Spike’s groin. The metal had warmed from being wrapped around the wolf’s flesh, and Spike’s balls were slightly lifted, pushed snug against the bottom of the cage. “Any discomfort?”

He wrapped his fingers over the cage and Spike’s balls, fondling gently. He liked this look. The soft panties, his shirt just short enough to show off the bottom of Spike’s groin and the top of the wolf’s bare thighs. 

“You started the laundry. Got all cleaned up.” He breathed in deeply, smelling soap and shampoo, tugging gently on Spike’s balls to pull him closer. “Looking good in my shirt, baby. Should wait to do the dishes after we eat. Surprised I didn’t need to do more to convince you.”

He slid his hand over Spike’s ass, feeling the softness of the panties over firm muscle.

Spike growled low as Hunter asked him how it felt, sliding his hand over his groin. He flinched back, ashamed and angry.

“It’s too tight.” Spike lied as Hunter wrapped his fingers around his locked cock and balls, hoping that would be enough to make him take it off.

 Held like that he could only lean back, the shirt opening to expose his belly. Spike’s heart was starting to slam in his chest. Hunter was literally holding him by the balls. He couldn’t do anything but step closer when the wolf tugged at him. He shivered, a wave of shame rolling over him at Hunter’s words. 

Spike couldn’t take it, being spoken to like that. He growled, trying to take a step back, walking right into the wolf’s hand that squeezed his ass. He placed his palm on Hunter’s chest, trying to push him away, fingers pressing into firm a pectoral.

“Too tight…” Hunter murmured, the hand on Spike’s ass squeezing reflexively as the bitch backed up into his palm. 

Sliding his fingers beneath the soft panties, Hunter stroked his thumb over Spike’s testicles, one after the other. Each felt warm to the touch, clearly getting the amount of blood flow they needed. He looked up into Spike’s eyes as he felt around the bands of metal, checking that the flesh wasn’t squeezed too tightly, smirking.

“It’s not too tight. Fits you perfectly.” Hunter rumbled, pushing his chest into Spike’s hand, feeling a little breathless as his nipple hardened. “You don’t need an excuse to get me to touch you, precious. Just ask.”

He slid his hand further down, past Spike’s testicles, and straight to the bitch’s perineum, pressing and stroking his fingers over the soft, hot flesh. Since removing all of the hair, his bitch felt so soft. He ghosted his fingertips over Spike’s anus, playing with the puckered flesh leading into Spike’s hole, holding Spike close against him by the ass. He was already growing hard, his cock pressing into Spike’s hip. Parting his lips, he leaned down—

He paused as the timer for the roast went off. Sighing, Hunter let his hands slip away, pulling back to check the venison in the oven. Taking it out, he left the roast on the counter, looking over his shoulder at Spike.

“Needs to rest for a few minutes.” He turned around, tilting his head with a smile. “Any idea how we should spend that?”

Spike's breath halted at his exhale, when he felt Hunter slide his hand into his underwear. He pushed harder at the wolf's chest, unable to step back because his ass was held and squeezed. His breath came out trembling between his lips as the man stroked over his testicles. Spike felt a pleasant tingle in his groin and he grew pale as Hunter looked him right in the eyes.

"It's too tight." Spike insisted hesitantly, feeling his heart go up in his throat. "...Take it off."

The things Hunter was insinuating— Spike felt lightheaded, even before the wolf hand slipped further. An uncomfortable pressure on his perineum that turned into persistent light pleasure. Spike's muscles flexed as he instinctively brought his legs together.... accidentally trapping Hunter's hand there. He growled but it came out shaking as he was held close. Spike was just going along because he needed that cage off. He needed— he could feel the warm pressure of fingers on his hole. His heart was slamming in his chest, difficult to breathe as Hunter's hard cock pressed into his hip...

When the timer went off, he was suddenly released, left out of balance, stumbling back into the cupboard, trying to breathe. He didn't know if he was pale or flushed or sweaty, he only knew his heart was going wild.

When Hunter was done taking the food out of the oven, he turned to Spike, asking a question that seemed to mean something that Spike didn't want to know about. He barely shook his head to say he didn't know what Hunter wanted to do, mumbling a 'no'.

The smell of arousal was mixing with the roast, making Hunter’s mouth water. He didn’t know what he wanted more. Clearly there was something about punishment Spike enjoyed, some kind of shift that took place. It was faintly there when he’d made Spike wear panties, stronger with the cage in place, and from just the slightest teasing at his bitch’s hole. 

Hunter ran his fingers over the long scruff over his jaw, the stubble thick enough to be a beard. He grinned, sniffing the fingers he’d just had over his bitch’s balls and ass, meeting Spike’s eyes as he licked his fingers lazily. 

“You know I can’t take it off yet, precious.” He said, voice low, husky. “You haven’t apologised yet. It’s entirely up to you whether or not that stays on.”

He leaned against the counter for a moment, watching Spike seem to struggle with himself. Slowly, he pushed himself upright, crossing back to Spike. 

“Should put your mouth to better use. Keep repeating the same damn things over and over.” 

He caught Spike by the balls again, finding it so much easier to move the bitch around, his other hand going to Spike’s chin. He led Spike forward as he backed up against the table, resting against it. Running his thumb over Spike’s bottom lip, Hunter looked deep into those beautiful green eyes.

“Get down on your knees. I’m sure you can figure out the rest from there.” Hunter rumbled, tilting his hips forward, his erection prominently tenting the soft fabric of his house pants.

As the food was done and out of the oven, the smell of roasted meat made Spike’s mouth water… 

All of this was turning out to be way too much for him. Today had started well and then it had turned to shit. He had some time alone in the morning, enough to lull him into a false sense of ease. Then Hunter had come back angry, accused him of ridiculous things, insulted him for no reason… 

The knowledge of how little his pack cared for him had left Spike shaken and his nerves exposed. Angry and upset he didn’t want to pretend to fit into this made up life that Hunter was forcing him into— only to have himself punished in the most humiliating way.

Spike watched with trembling eyes as the wolf licked his fingers that only moment’s ago had been in his underwear. No matter how much Spike denied it, Hunter had made it clear exactly what he wanted out of him - who he wanted him to be. His bitch. He had already achieved it multiple times. Spike liked to pretend to forget but he couldn't forget all the things he had been made to do and endure…

When he saw the man approach, Spike tried to step away but forgot he was already up against the cupboard. Before he had time to react, he was already caught, pulled by his balls.  He could only move wherever he was pulled. His heart was slamming in his chest as he was dragged through the kitchen until Hunter had himself backed up against the table. Spike’s breath caught in his throat as he slapped away the fingers pressing on his lips, deep blush coloring his face.

This couldn’t be happening, could it? It was one thing to be forced to do demeaning tasks like chores, and it was something completely different to be expected to drop to his knees and suck a cock.

“I’m not—” Spike choked on his words as his heart climbed up his throat. “I won’t.” he refused, gritting his teeth, attempting to step away but Hunter still held him by the groin.

Hunter breathed in slow and deep, looking at the hand Spike had slapped away. With the same strength, he swung the hand up to smack his palm against Spike’s cheek, grabbing the bitch’s jaw a moment later.

“Need a little more convincing?” He asked, slowly adding pressure to Spike’s balls, pressing the sensitive flesh up against the rings of the cock cage. “You really are a glutton for punishment today, aren’t you? Still upset about what happened?”

He checked the time, not wanting the food to go cold while he was disciplining his bitch, sighing as he looked back towards Spike. For a moment he was thankful that he had such a forgetful bitch, as Spike had made no move to set the table, leaving it entirely bare. With Spike so close, it didn’t take too much effort to step forward into the wolf’s space, his grip on Spike’s cock shifting to between the bitch’s thighs. His fingers dug into the strong flesh of Spike’s ass, his palm against the base of the pelvis. With his other hand wrapping around Spike’s bicep to guide the bitch as he hauled Spike up with a grunt, he heaved the bitch onto the table.

With Spike’s ass in the air, Hunter leaned his weight on Spike’s back. He slid his hand free from between Spike’s thighs, bringing his palm down to smack the bitch’s buttocks.

“You’re here.” He rumbled, smacking Spike’s ass again and again. “With me. Nothing else matters right now at this moment. Unfortunately for you, we only have time for sucking cock, or getting the spanking you’ve had coming all day.” He landed another heavy strike. “Which do you prefer?”

The slap on Spike’s cheek was light, almost a playful tap, but with enough force to register as a slap. He was stunned by it not because of its power but because he was completely lost on how to react to it. He was grabbed by his jaw in the same manner, staring at Hunter bewildered. His eyes darted down, as much as they could having his face held in position, the pressure on his groin growing, grip getting tighter. 

Spike huffed a growl that got stuck in his throat as Hunter’s hand released his balls and instead slided down, gripping his taint. Spike was completely taken aback. Never in his life had he been grabbed there— or lifted up!? He could only yelp as he was hauled up and heaved heavy on the table. 

Spike found himself on his stomach, Hunter pressing behind him, leaning his whole weight. Then there was a sharp heavy smack over his ass, making him jump and bark, thighs slamming in the edge of the table as a jolt of electricity seemed to strike him through the spine. A pained trembling whine escaped him, before he was smacked, again. And again. His eyes watered, his nipples growing painfully hard. He could feel something stirring in his groin, a startling pleasure at every heavy smack that made his cock struggle to get hard in its cage. He made an attempt to get up from his humiliating position but even if he wasn’t being held down, his knees were weak. He couldn’t take the humiliation of it actually feeling good. His head was getting fuzzy as he grunted, shaken and weak.

As he continued spanking the bitch, Hunter could feel Spike start to tremble beneath him. The shouts turned to whines, the struggling almost feeling like Spike was trying to rub against him, instead of getting away. He brought his hand down again, feeling a jolt of arousal go through him at the grunting beneath him.

He breathed in deeply, hand resting on Spike’s ass. His nostrils flared, eyes flicking towards the bitch’s groin. He knew that smell. The front of Spike’s panties were damp, the front twitching slightly. Curiously, Hunter tugged down Spike’s underwear, almost dazed as he looked at Spike’s cock, still soft and encased in metal, leaking and moving slightly, as if trying to get hard.

Groaning, he squeezed Spike’s ass, his fingers sinking into the crack to press against the bitch’s hole. It was as if spanking, being made to submit, had broken through whatever last barrier Spike had up. 

“Precious…” Hunter murmured, turning Spike’s flushed face towards him.

He slipped away, for only a moment, grabbing the olive oil off the counter. He could have gone to the bedroom, but arousal was rushing through him, making his hands shake a little as he poured some oil into one hand. Slicking his fingers, he pushed them into his bitch, sliding in deep. Slowly pumping his fingers, he rolled Spike slightly so his bitch was on his side, sliding his other hand over Spike’s hair, stroking the bitch’s face. 

“Making a mess on the table,” Hunter softly chuckled, moving his hand away from Spike’s face to tug loose the drawstring of his pants. “Got something for you, precious. Open up.”

He tugged down the front of his pants, his cock practically jumping free. Sighing, he tugged Spike’s head closer to the edge of the table, pumping his fingers against the bitch’s prostate. Lightly, he pressed his cock against Spike’s lips, the head rubbing against the seam of his bitch’s mouth.

Spike whimpered as he felt his underwear being tugged down. His own heartbeat was in his stomach, moving down as he felt the chill of air on his exposed caged cock. Hunter squeezed his ass, fingers dipping between his cheeks. Spike exhaled hard, trembling when the fingers pressed against his hole. He squeezed his eyes shut as the man turned his face to the side, the surface of the cold table cooling his burning cheek.

Spike didn’t move when Hunter stepped away. He didn’t know why. He could only explain it to himself that it was because  his knees were too weak to hold him. He didn’t have the time to think further as he gasped, fingers pushing inside him, stretching his tight hole. He could feel the throbbing of his heartbeat there, moving down his perineum to his caged cock. A hoarse groan escaped him as Hunter pumped his slick fingers. Spike was flushed red, breathing heavy. He was pulled to lay on his side, his hair brushed out of his face. He looked up at the wolf with damp eyes.

His heart jumped in his throat when Spike saw Hunter reach for his pants, tugging loose the string, to take out his hard cock. His breath caught in his throat, choking up his gasp when the fingers inside him pressed in a spot that made his own cock try to break through the cage, whimpering when it couldn’t. Hunter’s slick cockhead pressed into his lips that parted absentmindedly. His teeth lightly brushed over the tip as it pushed deeper and he hadn’t opened his mouth wide enough. 

Spike still hadn’t forgotten what he was forced to learn before - to suck and lick. He opened his mouth wider so his tongue ran over it, then drawing back to suck just the head, blinking away tears.

Was that all his bitch had needed? To be dominated. Reminded who was in charge, and who had claimed him. Hunter breathed heavily, watching as Spike almost shyly licked his cock, before sucking sweetly. He kept working his fingers inside Spike, sliding in a third to give his bitch the stretch and pressure he knew Spike needed. 

“Good…” Hunter breathed out, wiping away tears from Spike’s eyelash line with care. “Just like I’ve taught you.”

Rocking his fingers against Spike’s prostate, Hunter watched as Spike sucked, stroking back any stray hair. Spike’s lips were such a pretty dark pink, pressed around his cock, damp and snug as the wolf sucked. He pet Spike’s cheek, before sliding his hand down to Spike’s shoulder, urging his bitch to move a little so Spike could get a better angle on his cock.

“I’m going to put more in your mouth,” he murmured, keeping Spike’s hair from falling into his bitch’s face. “Not more than you’ve taken before. Still need practice before we try that again.”

Hunter almost chuckled, remembering how his bitch had almost bitten him. Too stimulated, too much cock in Spike’s throat to handle. He didn’t want to hurry this, not when Spike was being so good. It needed to be savoured. He pressed forward, feeling his cockhead slide over Spike’s tongue, that wonderful, wet heat around him. It wasn’t as good as the bitch’s ass, which he was sure had been made for taking cock, but it still made him groan throatily.

“Move your head,” Hunter said softly, almost sweetly, rolling his fingers inside Spike’s hole. “Show me what you remember.”

A muffled sound drowned in Spike's throat as he felt his hole stretch wider, throbbing. His cock felt strange, balls pulsing with pleasure as he was dripping small beads of precum. 

He sucked on Hunter’s cock, flesh warm and salty, his saliva turning sticky as he rubbed his tongue into the slit of the cockhead, breathing hard through his nose. He looked up as the wolf wiped his eyes, held his hair back and stroked his cheek. Something was swirling in his abdomen, pressing inside, again and again. Spike moved as he was prompted, letting go of Hunter’s cock long enough to breathe heavy over the shaft, his ruined voice slipping.

Spike couldn’t believe what was happening, yet he couldn’t stop. Not when he had been already beaten down and made to submit. Something inside him was aware Hunter was in charge, no matter how much he denied it. The more he denied it he was made to remember where he stood, until he couldn’t deny it anymore and he just needed to accept it… 

Hunter pressed forward, his thick cock sliding into Spike’s open mouth, sliding over his tongue. It was so big, he needed to keep his mouth open as wide as he could, eyes watering as the fingers in his ass moved, making him shudder. Spike could only follow the instructions since he found it difficult to think. He sunk forward, moving his head as he pulled back sucking, whining needy as he could feel pressure pushing on his cock but achieving nothing but making him leak and throb maddeningly, his balls swelling.

A slow, building feeling of relaxation rolled through Hunter. His shoulders dropped as he leaned over Spike, fighting the urge to thrust as Spike sucked on his cock. Every sound his bitch made sent a shiver of pleasure up his spine, his vision tunnelling to Spike’s face. 

“Keep your jaw… relaxed.” Hunter murmured. “Gets sore… otherwise…”

Already Spike’s ass was twitching around his fingers, drawing tight, tugging on them whenever he drew back. He wanted to be inside Spike, to sink into that heat, make his bitch moan and push against his cock fucking deep. Spike needed to learn to suck cock properly, he knew, making himself focus on training his bitch, pushing away the desire to give in and fuck him. 

“Back and forth… not too much, baby. Just as much as— mm, as you can handle.” Hunter moaned. “Lick and suck. Play with it. It’s all yours to enjoy, to make me feel good.”

Already Spike had improved from the first disastrous attempt. Sucking his pack had helped, Hunter thought with a smile. He moved his fingers a little faster, massaging Spike’s sweet spot. The muscles in his stomach flexed and twitched as he felt the bitch’s ass spasm and twitch, the tight muscle relaxed enough to let him move his fingers freely.

Spike groaned heavy, cock in his mouth muffling the sound. He tried to push his waist up into the fingers pressing inside him. The rubbing made his thighs tremble with pleasure that had nowhere to go but build up.

He was reminded to relax his jaw and he did, instantly feeling a relief. 

Spike couldn't focus. He couldn't focus on his disgust and outrage at what he was made to do, in what position he was forced into. He was only aware that it felt good, that he was being praised... that suckling Hunter's cock, no matter how humiliating it felt, it also made sharp excitement stab him in his lower stomach, making his cock twitch. 

He felt like he would die if somebody saw him right now— now that he was wrapping his hand around Hunter's thick girth, guiding his cock in his mouth. Spike’s eyes watered with the knowledge of how wrong that was. For him – Spike, an alpha, a male that others looked up to – to be sucking cock… but he wasn’t just sucking anyones cock. It was Hunter . The only wolf that had ever overpowered him. Who kept overpowering him. There was nothing Spike could do. He could only submit to his alpha like he should.

Spike whined, trembling, blushing red, mortified by his own thoughts. The fingers fucked into him and his hole twitched and spasmed. It didn't feel enough. Pleasure was rolling on the edges of him but didn't reach deep enough. Not with his cock locked and stuffed into that small cage, forbidding him an erection....

The only downside to having Spike sucking his cock, was that the bitch’s voice was muffled. Hunter groaned, letting his head fall back as Spike held his cock, guiding it into that sweet mouth. He hadn’t needed to tell him to do that. Breathing in deeply, he stroked Spike’s hair, watching in a daze as Spike sucked on the way off his cock, only to take him in again, mouth relaxed and hot, taking him deeper.

“Careful…” Hunter moaned. “Not ready for choking on it.”

Moaning, wishing he could kiss Spike from this angle, Hunter looked back at his bitch’s trapped cock. Spike’s cock was swollen within the confines of the cage, flesh pressed tight against the bars, deep red-purple, looking almost bruised, and leaking a constant thin stream of fluid. Even Spike’s balls were darker, puffy and sensitive looking. 

He was almost worried by the color, but Spike didn’t seem to be in pain, hips shifting against his hand, moving against his fingers. Groaning, Hunter jiggled his hand against Spike’s ass, working his finger quickly against the wolf’s prostate, shivering at the slick sound of his fingers working around inside Spike’s slick, relaxed hole.

Spike’s ass was red from being slapped, panties hanging down around Spike’s knees, and the shirt twisted and pushed up. The only thing that hadn’t been disturbed were those stockings, still clinging to Spike’s quivering thighs.

“Ah… fuck…” Hunter groaned. “Let go, precious.”

He eased his cock out of Spike’s mouth, leaning down to kiss his bitch hungrily. He could taste himself on Spike’s tongue, kissing deeply to steal the flavor for himself. Moaning, he made himself pull away, sliding his fingers free as he moved behind Spike. He was never going to get Spike properly trained, but his bitch was too appealing, too cute in those socks.

He’d barely pushed his cock in when he felt, then heard, Spike starting to come. Gasping harshly, he shoved his cock deeper, holding onto Spike’s hips as he started pumping his cock in deeper.

When Hunter told him to let go, Spike wasn't sure if he heard right. He looked up at the man, cock still in his mouth as he started to pull out. The length slipped out with surprising ease, a slurping sound. Drool and precome mixed and hung onto Spike's mouth and Hunter's cock, extending into strings as they pulled apart.

Spike barely had the time to breathe as he was kissed, deep and devouring. He grunted softly as he was finally released. He took the time to breathe before his breath turned into a gasp. He felt the pressure on his backside disappear, the fingers slipping out. He whined, distressed as he hadn't yet been able to come, sure that he would be left unsatisfied, severely teased—

Hunter went around him, the body heat shifting from Spike's front to his back. He felt the hands grabbing him by his trembling hips. Then he felt the familiar stretch on his hole - slick, firm, hot and thick. The image of Hunter shoving his cock inside his ass affected him just as much as the feeling of it happening. A wave of shameful excitement crashed through him, pushing him into an orgasm. An orgasm that felt like it tore through him, as the cage didn't allow him to get hard, to form a knot. His body tried to break free from it but it wasn't possible so the orgasm crashed through him in shuddering waves, unable to ejaculate. His hole twitched and sucked in on the cock getting shoved deeper, harder. Spike cried out and sobbed as his whole body shook, his mind going completely blank with pleasure.

Coming just from being penetrated. Hunter grunted in surprise as Spike’s ass squeezed and pulsed around him, sucking his cock deeper. He hadn’t noticed he’d fully slid his cock in until he was grinding against Spike’s slick entrance, working himself around as his bitch shouted and sobbed beneath him.

He rode out Spike’s orgasm, grinding and pumping his cock inside that perfect heat, eyes watching, without fully comprehending, as his bitch squirmed and shook. The table shifted as he thrust in deeply, fucking Spike through the last spasms and jerks, until the bitch laid still. Groaning deeply, Hunter sank over Spike’s back, cock pressed deep, his hips slowly rocking against the wolf’s firm buttocks. 

He worked a hand under the shirt Spike wore, sliding his fingers over the bitch’s chest. Spike’s nipples were so hard; he couldn’t resist rolling each between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing and squeezing. With Spike’s hair fanned out over the bitch’s back and the table, Hunter had to nudge his nose through the still damp strands to find Spike’s neck, breathing over it heavily and kissing.

“Good…” Hunter moaned, “…very good.”

Curious, he reached down between the bitch’s thighs, finding Spike’s caged cock. It felt hot and slick in his hand, the flesh as swollen as it could become within the confines of the metal bars, Spike’s testicles beneath feeling massive and puffy. He stroked his fingers over the entirety of Spike’s confined genitals, slowly rolling his cock inside Spike deeply.

“Don’t think… you’re satisfied yet,” Hunter murmured, completely forgetting everything but the needs of the bitch beneath him.

Spike panted, his mouth gaping open, drooling still with the taste of cock on his tongue. He could feel Hunter’s cock was deep inside, pressure in his stomach as his own dick was twitching in the cage. His body moved and spasmed along with the pumping of Hunter’s cock. Spike whimpered at the last of it. His face was pressed into the flat surface of the table as the orgasm finally passed and the severe shaking of his waist and hips stopped. 

Spike had never experienced a mind shattering orgasm like this that also left him feeling unsatisfied as he had no way to come. A tired needy noise escaped him as his nipples got rubbed and squeezed, pain mixing with pleasure that swirled in his stomach. Spike sniffled as he was being praised, faintly aware that he was praised for being a good bitch. A concept that his mind refused to believe despite everything that was happening.

His thighs trembled as Hunter reached between them, flinching as the wolf’s hand fondled his caged cock. Spike groaned, low and husky as Hunter stroked over his confined swollen flesh and thrusted his cock inside him at the same time. Without meaning to, Spike pressed himself back into Hunter’s body. The cock inside him was throbbing, pressing consistently in that spot inside that made electricity run through his spine.

“Take it off…” he pleaded into a bitten off sob, his voice ruined. “ Please take it off…”

Hunter had one hand braced on the table as he rolled forward into Spike’s body, rubbing up where Spike pressed into him. Did Spike even realise how thirsty his ass was for cock? How good it felt? Or was the denial after as important as the need to be forced to submit? He was trying to figure this out, feeling like he was starting to understand Spike’s reasoning, when his bitch spoke.

Still mostly lost in how good Spike felt wrapped around his cock, Hunter kissed over Spike’s exposed neck, wishing the shirt wasn’t in the way so he could kiss over Spike’s back. He kept fondling the bitch’s trapped cock, feeling where the flesh was squeezed through the bars.

“You still… haven’t apologised, baby,” Hunter murmured, “Remember? You need to apologise for what you did today.” He stopped moving his hips with considerable difficulty, gasping softly against Spike’s neck. “Not doing chores. Drinking without permission. Talking back.”

Spike growled as Hunter rolled his hips forward, driving deeper inside. A jolt of electricity ran up his spine, still feeling the heavy pressure in his balls. He grunted, tired and needy, quieting down into almost a purr as he felt the soft heat of a kiss on the back of his exposed  neck.

His heart was beating heavily in his chest as he tried not to think about what he was doing right now, where he was, what he was wearing… A month ago this would have seemed insane. Never in his life would he have been able to imagine. He bit on his lips so he would not sob. Being under another man, cock in his ass was bad enough. It was bad enough that he could take that cock, that it made him come… but the reality of everything else was even worse. 

“But I—” he started in a sobbing whimper. It was ridiculous. Wasn’t he a man? An adult over his thirties? How could he be treated like this?

Spike sobbed as the movement inside him stopped. The pressure and pulsing in his cock unbearable. He sniffled.

“I’m sorry…” he finally said, tears dripping down his cheeks, because he couldn’t believe he was forced to say this. Forced to apologize. Why? He needed to ask for permission to drink? He wasn’t allowed to speak his mind? Not allowed to make his own choices on what he would do during the day? “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again…” he sobbed. How could Spike hold so little authority? This couldn’t be real…

A small part of Hunter was tempted to ask what exactly Spike was sorry for, to stretch this torment further, but Spike seemed sincere. The tone in his voice, the sobbing; Spike really did seem to understand. Hunter snuggled Spike against his chest, kissing the back of Spike’s neck again, having heard the pleased purr his bitch gave at the show of affection.

“That’s all I wanted to hear, Spike.” Hunter murmured, lightly squeezing Spike’s breast as he nuzzled. “I need to get the key. Stay here. I’ll be back to take care of you.”

He placed another kiss on the bitch’s neck, wishing he hadn’t hidden the key away. He’d been so sure this would be another long fight, like with the panties and the smoothies. Groaning, almost sobbing, he made himself draw his cock free, bending down to kiss Spike’s exposed anus, tongue chasing the soft interior as it gaped and closed. He wanted to play more, but a promise was a promise.

Cock bobbing along, smacking his stomach, Hunter hurried to the bedroom on shaking legs. He nearly lost the back panel as he removed the chastity key, fumbling it back into place. Cursing softly, he hurried back, pleased to find Spike still draped over the table.

“Roll over so I can get to it, precious,” Hunter mumbled, moaning as he helped Spike roll over. 

He peeled the panties the rest of the way off so Spike’s legs could spread around him. Spike’s cock was so dark, almost purplish, filled with blood and need. He turned the key in the lock, gasping as the metal sheath parted from the ring around Spike’s balls, watching in aroused fascination as the bitch’s cock began to softly swell wherever the flesh was released. Carefully, Hunter slid the cage off Spike’s shaft, leaving the band around the testicles. 

“There…” Hunter murmured, watching as the color faded some, wrapping his fingers around Spike’s cock. “You earned this.” He stroked slowly, leaning down to lick over the purpled head, sucking a small kiss on the tip. “So good for me.”

Spike sniffled, his sobbing calming down as Hunter accepted the apology and didn’t goad him further. The air leaving his lungs felt scouring to his lips as he almost sighed in relief as the wolf snuggled, holding Spike close against his chest, kissing his neck, fondling his chest.

Was it over? Would Hunter stop torturing him now? Take that scary cage off his cock?...

A wave of goosebumps spread around the back of his neck as he was kissed again before separating his body from Spike’s back, cold air rushing on top of him instead. He gasped as Hunter’s cock slipped out of him, quick and easy, suddenly leaving him feeling empty and cold. Spike lifted his arms to hide and wipe his face as the wolf pressed on his ass and he could feel a tongue on his twitching hole. He moaned and then regretted it the second the sound reached his ears, embarrassed, blush mixing with the redness from his crying.

He was left on the table and he didn’t have the strength to even think about moving. Where could he go? What would he do? Was he even allowed to?... So he took that time to calm himself, clear his mind of thoughts—

Hunter came back quicker than Spike expected, the wolf helping him roll over with his front facing him. The shirt was unbuttoned, draping over his sides as Hunter slipped the panties completely off Spike’s legs, spreading them after. Spike’s breathing was labored, face red. He looked down to see his own cock, still stuffed inside the metal cage, swollen and painful looking. Surprisingly he didn’t feel any pain, only a pressure that couldn’t be released, like an itch that couldn’t be reached. 

He watched as the lock was released and the cage was pulled off his rapidly swelling in size cock. He couldn’t understand how it had fit in something so small just a second before. He gasped when Hunter wrapped his fingers around it, surprised by how sensitive he felt. With shaken eyes he watched as the wolf leaned over and licked over his sore cockhead, gently kissing it. Spike whimpered a shuddering moan. It felt so good…

Hunter looked up at the moan, looking through his lashes, his eyebrows lifting. He grinned, then kissed Spike’s cock again, stroking it slowly, looking down to watch as the flesh filled and swelled, growing heavier in his hand. He licked a lazy circle around the head, tracing it with his tongue, not wanting to give Spike too much pleasure, needing to hear more of those sweet sounds.

“You like that?” He asked, tipping his head down to kiss the base, looking at Spike’s face. “So do I. Love your beautiful cock. Suits your body so well.”

His own cock was throbbing, lightly bobbing as he indulged himself. He’d always liked sucking cock, but playing with Spike’s, especially now with it so hot and sensitive in his hand, the head so firm against his tongue as he licked again, he felt hungry for it. Starved. He didn’t want to finish Spike like this, however, not with how Spike had pushed onto his dick, shoving him as deep as he could go.

Gently, he tested the cock ring around his bitch’s balls. There was no way that was moving. Not until Spike had a chance to come fully. Humming, he kissed each, holding Spike’s fully hard cock in his hand. Briefly, he thought of being fucked as he looked at it, the size more than he’d had before. He shuddered, sliding back over Spike to kiss his bitch’s panting mouth, still loosely stroking Spike’s cock as he kissed Spike deeply. With a groan, he guided his cock back to Spike’s ass, sliding in slow, kissing down to Spike’s chin and throat as he sank in fully. 

His mind felt fuzzy as he rocked deep inside his bitch, keeping his hips and hand moving slowly, making Spike feel every bit of him. His free hand slid up, caressing Spike’s side.

Spike made a choked soft noise as he swallowed looking down. Hunter between his legs, lips on his cock. That sight made more sense. That sight was so pretty to look at... Tongue sliding around his sensitive cock head. Spike moaned and groaned low and drawn out.

" Yeah ..." he mumbled at the question, breath hot on his own lips, getting closer a lot faster than he had expected. With Hunter so eagerly playing with his cock and speaking praises, Spike couldn't help but  for a moment feel like he had always felt before - confident and in control. An alpha taking what he wants, not being denied anything, not only because of his power and influence but because he was handsome, attractive and wanted. Nobody could say no, nobody wanted to say no.

Spike growled softly as Hunter tugged at the cock ring firmly stuck in place. He exhaled as the wolf leaned down, kissing his testicles gently, holding his cock firmly...

Spike gathered himself as best as he could as Hunter stroked his cock and at the same time kissed him deeply. Spike's mouth was open as he breathed heavily. Hunter's cock sliding slowly inside him came as a surprise. He groaned a muffled sound in the wolf's mouth, heat entering him, stretching him. A frightening jolt of excitement and pleasure rushed to his cock, making it twitch and leak.

Spike moaned and growled, shocked and horrified as for a moment he had forgotten that was even possible and suddenly— Spike's back stretched, arching as Hunter rocked deep inside him. A hand reached up grabbing onto Hunter's shoulder while the other stayed at its spot, gripping the table. It was too much. He felt it everywhere. It stretched him so full it was painful. It slid in so easy. Hunter's cock pulsating inside him, pressing on the spots that made Spike shiver and cry out as his own cock was pulsating along with it.

Had Spike been good, very, very good, Hunter would have been more than happy to suck him to completion. It was a huge turn on, watching someone’s face as he gave them pleasure. But it was also incredibly arousing to feel and watch how Spike’s body came alive with his cock inside, shoving in fully. 

Hunter didn’t need to do much, that incredible ass spasming around him, the cock in his hand throbbing in time. He groaned and gasped against Spike’s throat as he rolled his hips around, sliding out only enough to keep the pressure on Spike’s prostate. After apologising so sincerely, his bitch deserved a good fucking, to get overwhelmed in the best way. 

He could feel the stockings clinging to Spike’s thighs rubbing against him, the seam between fabric and flesh sending shivers up his spine. Grunting, he kissed back to Spike’s mouth as he let go of Spike’s side to grab one thigh, pulling it higher up on his hip. He’d lost his house pants at some point, not sure when they had slipped off, Spike’s socked legs rubbing against his ass as he added more speed. The sound of his cock pumping inside Spike’s hole was becoming more slick sounding as his precum joined the oil, his fingers squeezing and stroking his bitch’s heavy cock.

He let go of Spike’s thigh, needing to pull the wolf closer, his hand sliding under Spike’s shoulders. He couldn’t stop kissing him, going from Spike’s mouth to his cheek, or chin, throat, back to that gasping, moaning mouth, then down to Spike’s exposed chest. Every part of this man was his to enjoy, his to fuck. Spike only needed to fully accept it.

Spike's arms lifted to Hunter's shoulders, grabbing firmly. He panted, spreading his legs as far as he could, pulling himself closer. His face was red, ashamed of what he was doing but it felt good and he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't— 

Hunter was thrusting hard and deep and Spike's whole body was shuddering, hips trembling before he wrapped his legs around his waist. Spike grunted and cried, his head dropping back as the wolf mouth was on his throat. His stomach muscles flexed as he grinded himself, flinching every time Hunter's cock pressed into his prostate. 

Spike was trembling, pleasure rolling through him, feeling so close to coming, so sensitive... His hole twitched around the cock stretching him, rubbing him inside. His breath was taken away as he was kissed. 

Spike was growling, huffing, moaning, breathing hard with an open mouth. Hunter kept stroking him through it and Spike felt like it was too much to handle. 

" Fuck —" he mumbled out of it, voice deep and ruined as Hunter kissed him on his mouth, cheeks, chin, chest ... 

Spike snarled as the orgasm punched through him, soaking Hunter's hand that was in his cock, coming hard on him. He grunted and whimpered, his hips squeezing around Hunter's waist, shivering as the pleasure shot through him.

There was nothing else but the feeling of Spike wrapped around him. Hunter nuzzled the bitch’s chest, holding on as he was pulled in close. Spike hadn’t held him like this before; it made his heart stutter and beat hard in his chest, moaning without restraint as he was pulled in deeper. Their sweat was mingling, scents blending. He couldn’t resist scent marking Spike again and again, rubbing over Spike’s shoulders and throat. 

No fighting. No question to who was in charge. No need for further dominance. Only the feeling of his cock being rubbed by Spike’s soft insides, the squeeze around him, and the throbbing dick in his hand. They would definitely play like this again, Spike’s cock locked up, maybe with the addition of the plug and sounding tube— overwhelm Spike until he was a complete mess.

He cried out against Spike’s throat when he felt the wolf coming around him. The pressure was almost too much. Spike’s entire hole spasming and pulsing around him. 

“Ah, precious…I can’t…” Hunter almost whined, his knot already starting to fill.

He struggled in Spike’s grip, the hand not on Spike’s cock reaching down to try and unwrap the death grip Spike’s legs had around him. If he knotted now, their dinner really would be cold by the time they were able to get to it. He squirmed, hips twisting, working his cock around inside his bitch, barely managing to tug his knot free before it fully expanded. 

Gasping and groaning deeply, he let himself be pulled in close again, squeezing Spike’s knot as he came, his knot grinding against Spike’s hole.

Spike was struggling. His orgasm bulldozed through him, intense and hard. He couldn’t remember experiencing something like this before. His mind was completely gone as his legs squeezed Hunter in his spot. He didn’t want to experience this without the pressure stretching him inside, the jab into his prostate—

The throbbing cock inside him pressed harder, stretching him further almost painfully. But he couldn’t move now even if he wanted to. All his muscles had locked while he was coming. Spike’s hair was sticking to his forehead, to his chest, as perly come kept spurting. He wasn’t even aware if his knot had already inflated, he didn’t have the mind to register anything besides how he felt.

Hunter struggled to get out of his grip and Spike couldn’t understand why.

“ No —” He growled and snarled as if this was a fight as the man squirmed, hips twisting— then he froze gasping, the strength in his legs gone as he trembled. Hunter was working his cock around inside, rubbing, pressing— Spike whimpered as the cock was pulled out of him, so big that he was not sure if that hadn’t split him. He sobbed as pain and pleasure mixed. The last jolts of his orgasm were accompanied by Hunter thrusting hard, squeezing Spike’s knot. Spike’s whole body felt sore and tender as he felt being filled with hot come, being fucked deep into him, warming his belly…

“Any other… time, precious…” Hunter moaned, his back arched as he worked his hips wildly, grinding and fucking his cock once he was free from Spike’s legs. “I’d knot you… give you all you deserve.”

He held Spike’s chin as he kissed him deeply, tongue working in time with his hips, devouring his bitch from both ends. He gripped Spike’s knot the entire time he rolled his cock around in that spasming hole, trying to milk every last bit of Spike’s orgasm. It was what Spike was made for, that powerful body was built for taking cock. 

He let Spike breathe as he pulled back, watching the wolf’s face as his own orgasm started to recede, some sense bleeding back into his brain. With his hand still locked around Spike’s knot, he stroked the bitch’s face, placing a small kiss on Spike’s chin.

“Pulled out… a little late…” he murmured. “Are you all right?”

Spike panted, feeling completely exhausted yet he needed to push his body further. He cried out at every slap of Hunter's hips flush into his flesh, the knot bumping into his already hard stretched hole. 

Spike couldn't understand... It didn't make sense what Hunter was saying. As the overwhelming pleasure of the orgasm was lifting, his mind was starting to return.

"Knot—" he mumbled, confused and tired. His own? Hunter’s?... What about it? Give it? Take it... 

Spike moaned low and husky, muffled as Hunter kissed him deeply. Spike's mind was starting to get muddy again as the wolf kept fucking him, kissing him, squeezing his knot.. Spike couldn't breathe— gasping as Hunter pulled back.

Spike was already out of stamina, his body soft and pliant in Hunter's hands as he kept moving inside. Every pump of his hips drawing out a small grunt until he felt like a tired puddle. His hands dropped from Hunter, down on himself, only sliding to touch the metal ring on his cock, to make sure the cage was off...

" 'm good ..." he mumbled, still riding out the afterglow of two mind shattering orgasms. He didn't understand what exactly he was being asked about, closing his eyes to rest for a moment. 

Hunter’s eyes were half lidded, tired and sated, as he watched Spike. He smiled slowly as Spike seemed to be more out of it than he’d expected. Gone in that headspace his bitch went into when he’d done well. 

“Knot,” Hunter agreed, not sure what his bitch was trying to say, but amused all the same.

He slowed his hips, coming to a stop, cock resting deeply inside his man, as he sighed and relaxed. The wolf seemed all right, said he was all right, even if Hunter wasn’t entirely sure Spike was aware enough to comprehend anything he was saying. He rested his head on Spike’s shoulder, stroking Spike’s hair as he let himself breathe for a moment. His hand was still wrapped around Spike’s knot, eyes closed as he felt the bitch’s heartbeat in his palm, could hear it when he shifted his head to Spike’s chest. 

Belatedly, he remembered the roast. The whole reason he hadn’t wanted to knot Spike, not wanting to waste all the effort he had put into preparation and roasting the venison. Groaning softly, he turned his head, looking at the hunk of meat, waiting on the counter. It probably wasn’t too cold, would be colder if he continued to enjoy his bitch’s talented body. Grumbling, he pushed himself up, slowly letting his hand slide off Spike’s knot.

“Do you want to eat?” He asked, voice husky and low. “You have to get up for that, precious. Set the table. Maybe clean yourself first, unless you want my come inside you?”

He gasped as he pulled his cock free, already starting to go soft even before he pulled out. Seeing Spike fiddling with the cock ring, he stroked the bitch’s cock again.

“Need to let your knot fade first. It’ll come off.”

Spike groaned, a long and low sound that vibrated in his chest. His hand lifted enough to grab at Hunter's t-shirt. He could feel his hole stretched and throbbing. Hunter stopped moving, resting deep inside him. Spike huffed, his hole squeezing that cock. It felt so heavy, so hot, it was rubbing inside, rubbing his rim... Spike's cock twitched, a drop of come dripping out.

He was breathing deep and slow as Hunter rested his head on his shoulder, purring as his hair was stroked. His knot was squeezed, feeling like he was locked in, like he was melting...

Spike whimpered softly as Hunter pushed himself up, his hand sliding off his knot...

Food... He felt hungry...

"Yeah, I want to eat." he mumbled, gasping and whining  as Hunter pulled out. Suddenly left feeling empty, dripping. His grip on Hunter's shirt tighter.

Of course Spike wanted to eat. Sometimes it seemed like all his bitch did was eat; fuel for that muscle tone and regenerative power. Hunter smiled ever so slightly, eyes closed for a moment. He didn’t want to move yet, but half standing over the table was making his back ache. He started to stand, pausing when he felt a tug on his shirt. Spike’s hand was holding on firmly.

A fond warmth spread through him, softly chuckling. “You need to let go, then.” 

Grunting, Hunter pushed himself upright, tugging Spike up to sit. He kissed his bitch briefly before drawing away. He still had no idea where he’d lost his house pants, sure he’d find them somewhere between the kitchen and bedroom. Bare assed, he checked on the venison roast, pleased to find it was still warm.

“Set the table.” He repeated. “I need to…” He motioned at his naked torso, limp cock shining with come and oil. “Rinse off. Dress. Feel free to do the same once the table is ready. Try not to leak on the floor.”

Winking at Spike, wanting nothing more than to spend more time seeing how many ways he could make his bitch come, Hunter made his way back to the bedroom. He found his pants in the doorway, scooping them up before dropping the chastity cage on the bedside table, the key going back in the cubby. He washed off his hands and cock, before heading back to the kitchen, thankfully wearing pants again. 

The roast was easily prepared, the smell of garlic and herbs mixing with the scent of medium rare meat as he sliced it into large, even portions.

Spike was starting to get his breathing under control - deeper, calmer inhales. The fast pace of his heart slowed as his ass was getting used to the feeling of having no cock inside, twitching and shutting tight at the feeling of something trying to drip out of him. He groaned through his teeth, that sound turning into embarrassed huff as he opened his hand, letting go of Hunter's shirt, angry that he had held on to it.

The wolf tugged him up, something that he should have been thankful for since it would have been a struggle to do it on his own. He was kissed quickly enough that he didn't have time to react. He only looked up as Hunter spoke.

The clear instructions were a good distraction, his body moving to action before his brain could catch up. He was already sliding off the table, feet touched the ground as the words reached him.

With cheeks burning red he stood up, balance hard to achieve but possible. The high socks were still firmly on his legs, the open shirt fell over his ass and sides. He had to clench as he felt the come inside him trying ro drip down his thighs.

He moved to clean the table, get the plates and utensils before he even had time to realise how insane it was... that he was standing, freshly fucked, full of come, cleaning and settling the table...

It hit him as he was setting down the napkins the way he already knew Hunter liked it... What was he doing?

Spike's hands trembled.

He was the bitch . He was doing what a bitch should do. Dressed in slutty feminine clothes, his ass hanging out naked, throbbing from being fucked hard. He had even sucked Hunter's cock before getting fucked. He had come just from having a cock in his ass—

This couldn't be. He couldn't be... adapting to this, couldn he? It wasn't possible...

His eyes fell on the panties on the floor. His heart was beating wildly. Frightened of the idea that he was adjusting to this lower position, easily at that… 

He grabbed the panties and rushed off to the bathroom as soon as he could.

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