Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Spike is invited to a very unusual dinner party. Set in a strange alternate time line, back in Angelus' day, but everyone's human.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.
Dinner Party
by
Queenie
"No, no, my dear fellow," Lord Giles shook his head condesendingly. "Nothing of that sort, I assure you. Only the best quality whores are employed at this establishment, I assure you."
"It sounds delightful, darling," Darla spoke up from her position beside Drusilla on the other side of the room. "Why don't you take William with you, Angelus, and see if it lives up to it's reputation."
Spike looked up quickly.
"Whores?" he sneered. "I don't have to pay for it."
"But you won't be paying for it, William," Darla tossed that excuse aside. "It's a private party arranged by Giles' friend Sir Ethan Mountjoy at an exclusive men's club. You will be dinner guests."
"Why do you want us out of the way?" Spike asked, suddenly suspicious.
Darla reached for Dru. "We'd like a little time alone tonight," she admitted.
"Yes," Dru chimed in, "We've got such fun things planned together, just girl things, so do go, my sweet Spike." She smiled at them dazzingly.
"It does sound intriging," Angelus mused thoughtfully
"I assure you," Lord Giles encouraged, "It's like nothing you've ever experienced. Only a few select guests will be paired with a table whore, and as the dining table is enormous, the majority of the guests will have no idea anything untoward is happening out of sight under the tablecloth."
"Absolute control..." Angelus breathed.
"Exactly!" Lord Giles confirmed happily. "Now you've got it, old chap. These whores are trained in pleasuring a man to the point of madness, but you have to maintain your composure before the other guests, no matter what delightfull sensations are occurring."
"It's a bit limiting if it's all jus' below the waist, init?" Spike spoke up. He'd been considering the entertainment on offer tonight, but his jaded appetite needed a bit more than just someone handling his cock, no matter how talented the whore.
"Ah, Master William, you naughty boy," Lord Giles shook a finger at him playfully. "There are a selection of nipple clamps available for you to wear if you wish, creating a lovely effect when the attached chains are slipped under the waistband and down under the table to be played with by the whores. A very wide selection, indeed," he said, a sheen of sweat on his brow as he considered the toys available. "And of course there are the dildos as well," he added with a catch in his voice.
"An' if we manage to maintain control through dinner?" Spike asked. "Wot then?"
"You can spend time in a private room afterwards with the whore who distracted you during your meal," lord Giles said, and his face took on a distant look as he contemplated the punishments available that could be meted out to repay clever whores. The private rooms were well stocked and soundproofed.
"An if we don't manage to hold off comin'?"
"Then the evening's over, game null and void."
~*~*~*~*~
"Gentlemen, welcome, welcome, how good to see you," Sir Ethan Mountjoy came forward to greet his guests as they were ushered into the private parlour. "I assume my good friend Rupert has given you a broad outline of our entertainment tonight?"
Both men nodded as the lackey divested them of their coats and left the room.
"If you would care to step into the changing room through that door, you'll find specially designed clothes to change into. The whores need you easily accessable, you see." He smiled toothily and continued, "There are also a selection of special jewelery items to increase your pleasure, the chains remain out of sight against your skin, under your clothing, so please help yourself if you so desire."
"Thought the whole aim of this game was t'see 'ow long we could last? Seems a bit like working against our own interests to up the ante, so t' speak."
Sir Mountjoy looked across at Lord Giles. "Didn't Rupert mention the time limit? I really will have to punish him for that." Sir Mountjoy licked his top lip and leered at his friend.
"Time limit?" Angelus asked, interrupting.
"Yes," Sir Mountjoy replied."There are certain rules, you see. It is a game, after all." He smiled around at them. "Your whore will work on you excusively for thirty minutes at some stage during the meal, and I promise you it's a very rare man who can win through to a private session afterwards." His face grew distant for a moment and he glanced again at Lord Giles. "But if you take on a handicap such as a butt plug or the nipple clamps, the time is halved, and you only have to manage to endure for fifteen minutes.
"To ensure a fair game, the whore you choose will attach the clamps or insert the butt plug while you change, so if you have decided on that option you'll need to come with me first into the salon to choose your whore."
"I'll take the thirty minutes," said Angelus decisivly, all the talk of butt plugs causing his arse to tighten in self defence.
"Best go meet the whores," Spike leered, arching an enquiring eyebrow at his host. Sir Mountjoy nodded his head and guided them all down a corrider and into a large sitting room. Gorgeous young men and women lounged arround the room in various stages of undress, all heads turning as the four men entered the room.
Angel's attention was rivetted immediately by a tall handsome black man with a shaved head and a startlingly white smile who stood to meet him when he approached.
"I've found a fresh new young thing for you tonight Rupert," Sir Mountjoy said, urging him towards a couch where a slim young man in glasses sat watching them with wide eyes. "His name's Wesley, and he's very willing to serve." Lord Giles' eyes glistened as he took in the young man's subservient manner.
Spike's gaze went round the room, but he wasn't impressed. Nothin' here to get worked up 'bout he thought, ignoring the attempts of a short blonde girl to attract his attention. She was fairly pretty in a brassy way, but he'd had her type too often, and knew she'd pall.
"What's thru there, mate?" he asked, indicating an arched doorway.
"The whores in there have been previously booked, and are not available tonight," Sir Mountjoy apologised
Spike poked his head through and for a moment thought he was looking at an angel. A pair of brown velvet eyes in a face of such haloed light he had to blink and look again. He realised in a moment that the setting sun had been shining through a crack in the heavy curtains, lighting up the young man's face and giving it an unearthly glow.
"I want that one," Spike said straight away. "Wot's 'is name?"
"That's Alexander, wonderfully talented but unfortuately he's booked for this evening. Perhaps one of the others will do?"
"I want 'im," Spike stated, a mulish look on his face.
Sir Mountloy and Lord Giles exchanged a look. "Who's booked him?" Lord Giles asked.
"That awful little toad, Jonathon Richley," Sir mountjoy replied. "He booked him a week ago for tonight."
"I want 'im," Spike repeated, hands curling into fists.
"If William wants him, what's the problem?" interrupted Angelus, his arm around the tall black man
"I suppose I could always tell Mr Richman that Alexander is unwell," Sir Mountjoy conceded
Bright blue eyes met brown. "Do it. He's mine."
~*~*~*~*~
Spike stretched out his legs under the table as the first course was brought in. At some point during the proceedings his whore would begin the fifteen minutes of sexual torment. Spike was confident that he would have no trouble sailing through it, and would end the evening with the whore in his bed.
Above the waist Spike still wore his own clothing, but below he'd been supplied with a pair of cleverly designed crutchless trousers.
A simple waist tie had kept him decent as he'd walked into the dining room and through a roomfull of unsuspecting diners, but once seated he understood that very little was needed to expose him fully to his whore.
Alexander had sucked lightly on his nipples to harden them to peaks before attaching the nipple clamps, dangling the attached chains through his waistband where they even now rested loosely against his lower stomach.
The first course had been removed and the second course was being served when Spike noticed Angel give a slight start. So..it begins... he thought gleefully, wondering if his own whore was even now creeping towards him under cover of the cloth. Blood surged to his cock at the thought, and he began to appreciate the sublety of this game.
~*~*~*~*~
Spike was studying with interest the sweat beading on Lord Giles' face as he slumped down in his chair when a warm hand suddenly rested on his knee. Glancing at the wall clock he saw it lacked fifteen minutes to nine. So, jus' need ta get through 'til nine o'clock. he thought, as he felt the hand caress his inner thigh before gently undoing the waist tie, exposing his cock.
A sudden gasp from Angel had heads turning. "Bit hot," Angel explained quickly, his face crimson . Looks like e's close t' the edge already. Spike thought derisively, and suddenly couldn't think at all as a warm wet tongue from out of nowhere licked the very tip of his cock.
Fuck! Spike thought, when brain function returned, How the hell do I keep still for this?
The tongue was licking at his cockhead again, not using enough pressure to satisfy, only to tantilize. And the hand having finished with the waist tie was now sliding under the fabric, brushing against his stomach, but not touching what he needed to have touched.
Spike slid down a bit in his chair, to give that hand more access, a sharp hiss from Lord Giles' direction told him that his lordship was undergoing his own form of torture from his whore, Wesley. Arround them the other diners ate on, oblivious to the iron control being exhibited by the three men in their midst.
"Oh my god!" suddenly burst from Angelus. Looking around frantically he added "This is damn fine burgundy," and took a large swallow.
A tantalising hand rested lightly against Spike's rock hard shaft while a wet warm tongue gave little kitten licks to his straining cockhead, and he shifted slightly in his chair to try to get more pressure from that hand. My god, it's only eight forty-eight! Surely it's been longer than three minutes! And what's 'e doin' now?
Spike felt a finger trace the length of his cock, and then a pair of lips wrapped themselves around his cockhead and began to suck. He fought to control the urge to buck into that mouth, gripping the table with white knuckled hands.
Around him people had started to stare, and he swallowed noisily. "In..indigestion," he stammered, sweat beading on his brow.
Alexander continued to work Spike's cock, while taking hold of one of the chains dangling so enticingly.
He gave an experimental tug.
Fuck me dead! A jolt of pleasure shot through Spike's body, straight from his clamped nipple to his engorged cock. At the same time a muffled gasp from Angel and the sound of Lord Giles' chair scraping back
reminded him he wasn't alone and fueled his arousal. He slid down further in his chair.
Spike greeted the sudden scraping of violins with relief, knowing the music would help to hide his growing agitation. This whore is mine, he thought, gonna have this again His eyes rolled as the whore's demonic hand worked the nipple clamp chain again, sending sparks to his cock. Fuck..'ow long?.. .can't be ten more bloody minutes,that can't be ri...oh fuck! that mouth..fuck...
Spike drew on all his considerable self control to force away his orgasm. He couldn't believe this whore was having such a strong effect. Taking short quick shallow breaths he rode out the waves of arousal threatening to crash over him and suck him under.
The whore gave a few tugs on the second nippleclamp's chain, but then ignored it, leaving the nipple needy and wanting, as it's mate was pinched repeatedly at each tug on the chain, the clamp having been designed to tighten with pressure.
Spike's whole world had narrowed to his cock and his nipples, as he fought to control his body's desire to explode into orgasm.
He felt the whore's other hand gently sliding under his ball sack, a slippery finger groping for his pucker, while his cock was swallowed down, Alexander's throat working around his stiff shaft. He glanced despairingly at the clock, jus' a few more minutes.. his balls drawing up as that hand transferred itself to the neglected nipple's chain, giving a sharp tug that squeezed its nippleclamp hard.
Spike's vision whited out and he screamed as he came, spurting cum down the whore's throat and collapsing onto the table.
~*~*~*~*~
"Well, I hope you enjoyed youself, William," Sir Mountjoy said as he shook hands with them at the door
Spike coloured, the tale of "a delicate lad, the heat overcame him" would be hard to live down.
None of the men had won the game, Spike's obvious pleasure sending the other two men over the edge along with him.
Spike had booked himself in for the same night next week, reserving his special whore for his use again.
He was determined to win private time with Alexander, and thought he'd try the butt plug instead next week.
Angel was going back for another try too with his Charles, and Rupert wanted to spend some more time with Wesley.
It looked like the three had found a wonderful diversion that wouldn't pall for quite some time.
The End
