Service Unit

Chapter Eleven – Tilt

Buffy was wearing a frown as she watched the flicker of fear cross his face, then she shook her head slightly and smiled at him in a way he would hopefully find reassuring. "I'm going to try not to hurt you, Spike. I don't want to hurt you." She moved around behind him and unbuckled the cuffs, tossing them once again into the toy crate where they would stay. Those nasty things would never again touch Spike. Ever.

She picked up the small tube of lube resting on a table and squirted some into the palm of her right hand then took his right hand in her left and walked around to stand in front of him. She hated herself for doing it, but she tapped him in the center of his chest to keep him from ejaculating then undid the ring around his penis and tossed it into the crate before wrapping her lubed hand around him.

He was still raw and it looked terribly painful, so she was stroking him as gently as she could, but apparently he was enjoying it because his eyes widened and he started to pant. His eyes widened even further when Buffy leaned up and claimed his mouth in a gentle, probing kiss. She lifted the hand she'd been holding and placed it on the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. He clenched them slightly as she deepened the kiss and his eyes drifted shut as she explored him. She was still wary of hurting him further, but she increased the pressure and speed just a little when he started minutely thrusting his hips in time with her motions. His hand tightened in her hair as he came with a raspy moan that was barely audible.

Buffy rested her forehead on his chest as it heaved with rough breathing and waited until he'd calmed somewhat, then she lifted her head, wearing a bright smile, only to see Spike's face frozen in fear. "What is it, Spike? What's wrong?"

He didn't look as if he was going to respond for a long minute then he closed his eyes and opened them. He did that twice more before Buffy finally got it. "Oh, no, Spike. You're not in trouble because you closed your eyes without being commanded to." She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. "You can do stuff without me telling you to, because I don't want you to be my slave; I want you to be my boyfriend… no, that sounds too… you'd be laughing right now if you were your normal self. Uh… lover just sounds so… um… how about partner? That sounds kind of weird, too, but I guess it'll work. No… how about this? I want you to be my guy, and I'll be your girl. I want you to live here with me because I love you, and I want to give you just as much pleasure as you give me. It's not going to be all one sided, Spike. I want to make you feel good, too."

Spike tilted his head just slightly and Buffy nearly screamed with joy. He was still in there! She wondered how much of what she'd said to him he'd actually understood, but that small sign gave her hope that maybe she'd be able to help him dig his way out and he'd be Spike again. She beamed a smile at him and reached up to grasp the back of his neck, meaning to pull him into another kiss, but apparently her touch felt like a tap because Spike suddenly stepped back then dropped to his knees and pressed his forehead against the floor at her feet. He lifted his hands to his lower back and pressed his wrists together.

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She frowned at him for a few seconds then smiled, although he could tell it was mostly forced. He dared to feel relieved when she said she didn't want to hurt him then she moved behind him and unbuckled his cuffs, once again leaving him to try to hold his hands in the uncomfortable position. He nearly jumped when she took one of his hands in hers and walked around to stand in front of him again, and his relief turned to fear once more when she tapped him in the center of his chest.

It was the command not to ejaculate when the ring around his cock was released and he steeled himself for its removal, his hopes dashed that he'd be allowed to feel any pleasure. True, an orgasm from the ring's removal wasn't as pleasurable as being stroked to completion, but it felt a lot better than being forced to hold it back while he was manipulated and teased. Some renters would do that to him over and over… bring him to the brink of an explosive orgasm only to replace the ring and leave him in frustrated agony for hours or days while they took their pleasure in his body. Other times, they'd stop just before the pinnacle moment and leave him hard and weeping until he deflated naturally, the ache in his balls growing to a fiery agony after the tenth or fifteenth time.

In his entire time as a slave, he'd only been allowed four actual orgasms, and all of those had been with one of his earliest renters. She'd chained him to a bed and the first two hours of his service had been the best he'd felt since he'd been captured. She'd lovingly stroked him and kissed him and in general had worshipped his body, bringing him off with her hands and mouth.

He'd floated in a haze of bliss for a few short minutes before she'd decided to engage in much more painful pursuits involving that thrice damned plug and a vibrating cock ring. She'd gotten him hard again then had applied both items before proceeding to ride him for hours. She'd climaxed several times then she'd left him hard and leaking while she rested up enough to climb back on.

He'd endured two solid weeks of the plug vibrating on the highest setting along with the ring vibrating on his cock, and by the end of it, he'd been genuinely surprised that his cock hadn't fallen off and his balls hadn't exploded. When he'd been unpacked from his crate at the compound, his trainer hadn't ordered him not to ejaculate, and when the ring had been removed, he'd collapsed from the pain of finally being allowed his release. His balls had felt like they'd turned themselves inside out as his seed had boiled up through his cock, feeling like super heated acid. The cross he'd had strapped to his cock as a punishment hadn't hurt that much.

He'd been lost in memories and had barely felt the removal of the ring, but the warm pressure of her small hand now sliding up and down his length brought his mind crashing back to the present. Even though his cock was still raw and abraded from his previous renter's use, she'd used lube, and what she was doing felt good. Really good. He wanted to lose himself in the sensations and let his body respond to something that had been denied to him for years… a touch meant to cause pleasure instead of pain… but he kept himself in check, trying to maintain proper service unit behavior.

And then she kissed him.

She lifted his hand to her head and her soft hair twined through his fingers as her tongue slid against his. She explored every part of his mouth and she tasted wonderful, warm and sweet, and his eyes closed of their own accord as he let himself go, swimming in pleasure.

She increased the speed of her strokes and his orgasm broke over him like a wave of warm water, his fingers clutching at her hair to keep himself from floating away.

She was leaning against him, resting her forehead on his chest, when he realized what he'd done. He snapped his eyes open, hoping against hope that she hadn't seen, that maybe she hadn't noticed, but… of course she had. She'd had her eyes open when she'd started kissing him, so of course she'd seen him close his without permission. She was going to punish him now. She had to.

Knowing that he'd behaved so badly when she'd given him such pleasure ripped at him. She'd been so kind to him and he couldn't even repay that kindness by behaving properly. He was useless. And he deserved punishment.

He steeled himself as she lifted her head away from his chest, trying to keep the fear of what she was about to do to him off his face, but he failed at that, too. Her smile turned into a frown when she saw him then she asked him what was wrong.

Didn't she know? Hadn't she seen? Or was this a test to see if he'd admit to it? Would she punish him more harshly if he did or if he didn't? He suppressed a tired sigh. It really didn't matter either way, he supposed. He deserved a punishment… several, in fact… so what did it matter how harshly she punished him? It was her right, after all. She owned him and she could do whatever she wanted to him.

He decided to be honest and admit his transgression. He quickly closed his eyes then opened them. She just stared at him in confusion so he did it again. And again. Then her face melted into comprehension and she said he wasn't in trouble. What? How could he not be?

She kissed him again, not the deep, probing kiss of a few minutes ago, just a quick press of her lips to his, but his brain shorted out for a few seconds. When he came back, she was saying, "live here with me because I love you, and I want to give you just as much pleasure as you give me. It's not going to be all one sided, Spike. I want to make you feel good, too."

Out of all of that, his brain fixated on one word. Love. It stirred something deep inside him that he hadn't felt in he couldn't remember how long, but he quickly slammed the door on it. Going down that path meant nothing but pain, he was sure of it. And it would be the kind of pain that he couldn't push to the back of his mind and try to ignore. Nobody loved him. He was a service unit, a slave… a toy… and nobody loved their toys. They might experience enjoyment from using them or appreciate the fact that they have one, but love was something reserved for people… not things.

Then his brain processed the rest of what she'd said – mainly the part about making him feel good – and he had the sudden urge to tilt his head in wonder that she'd even care how he felt or if he was enjoying the things she did to him. He managed to stop the movement before he'd moved very far, though. Even though she didn't seem to be upset by his disobedience so far, he didn't want to push it. He'd seen her anger directed at his trainer and he really didn't want it directed at him.

The way his trainer had flown over his head proved that she was a lot stronger than she looked and could probably cause him endless amounts of pain should she choose to do so. She hadn't so far… well, yes, she'd caused him pain, but compared to what he normally experienced, it was so little as to be non-existent… and he'd enjoyed the first part of the ownership assertion… very much… but he certainly didn't expect that kind of treatment to continue. He wasn't here to be serviced; his purpose was to service her, bring her pleasure, and if he didn't start doing his job… He suppressed a shudder. He didn't particularly care to imagine what kinds of things she could do when she was angry.

He needed to get out of his head, stop thinking so much, and start behaving properly. He needed to prove that he was a good slave so she'd want to keep him, because even if he never experienced another orgasm as long as she owned him, he'd still rather be here than anywhere else. She'd promised not to rent him out, not to let others use her toy, and just for that he'd spend the rest of his days bringing her pleasure in every way he knew how.

She reached up and touched the back of his neck and he immediately backed up a step then dropped into the display position, moving his hands into their proper place at his low back. It was time for her to claim his ass and he vowed to take whatever pain she was about to inflict as a good slave should.