A to Z

Chapter 2 – B is for Bastinado.

The brunette slave stretched and winced, millions of tiny points of pain coursed over his body and registered in his crotch. He whimpered quietly, wondering if his Master was going to celebrate each pairing so thoroughly. A self-satisfied smile tugged at his lips and he looked over, disappointed, to find he was alone in the bed.

He had sucked his Master off while he watched Remy and Spike fucking on the bed. They looked like they’d been together for ages, they knew how to play each other’s body so well. When they’d finished and rested for a while, he’d orbed back to collect Remy. He’d not yet been allowed his own release and his balls hurt badly. The smell of sex had been thick in the air and he’d smiled wickedly as the two kissed their goodbyes and promised to keep in touch.

With Remy safely returned to his room in New York, the young slave had returned home to his Master. There, he’d been rewarded, several times. He’d lost count of how many orgasms he’d had, but he ached in a most pleasant way. He slipped out of bed and headed to the shower.

The vampire gloves that his Master had used on him had been wicked and as the water cascaded over his skin, he hissed loudly at the sensitised flesh. He had to get clean though, so he would endure it. Quickly he washed and rinsed, not wanting to stay in the shower longer than necessary. He tentatively dried himself off, refastened his leather collar and orbed to his Master.

He found the tall slender man sat in front of the computer; he was looking at the bowl. The young man could hear a ticking noise and it intrigued him. Not wanting to interrupt he simply folded himself up to kneel beside the other man’s feet. A hand came down and tangled idly in his damp hair.

The ticking went on for a long few minutes, they both stared at the bowl, expectantly. There was the sound of a cough and two pieces of paper leapt out of the bowl. The Game Master caught them easily. Another of those scary grins split his face, it made his pet shiver, but he waited… not so patiently, for the names.

Long slender fingers reached for the keyboard and started to compose a new message.

//Dear All,

‘A’ was a huge success as I’m sure Demon Dancer and Blond Barb will attest to, not to mention my pet.

Today is a new day though and a new letter. Today… B is for Bastinado. And our pairing is dark kitten and Callophrys fotis. The distance between the two of you is even greater. I will send my pet to transport the kitten as soon as I have replies from the both of you.

The Game Master.//

Without his pet asking, the black-haired man stood and motioned for his boy to follow, “I’ll show you these two, pet. They’re going to make a fascinating pair.”

The dustsheet was pulled from the mirror and the young man watched as his Master repeated the ritual from the day before, leaning forward and whispering the name of the first person into the frame.

“Callophrys fotis.”

The reflection swirled grey before coming into focus. A very proud looking man was moving in the image. His salt and pepper hair was short and neat. He was an older man, but he wore it well, his whole demeanour had a quiet dominance about it. He was in control, not just of himself, but also of everything around him. He was dressed in a cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and grey slacks. He was wearing glasses over steely blue intelligent eyes.

“Gil Grissom. Crime Scene Investigator.”

The youth smiled. “I like him, he looks like he knows exactly what he likes. I wouldn’t want to mess with him.”

His Master nodded, “Yes, but he’s also patient. Something I think will be necessary with the young man he’s paired with.”

He leaned in and whispered into the frame, “Dark kitten.”

The image swirled again, a mixture of black and white with a streak of red through it. The young man watching it thought this in itself was interesting. Eventually the picture settled on a young man with a mop of thick brunette hair that curled down his neck and around his ears, and the deepest chocolate brown eyes he’d ever seen; he swore he could see right down into the guy’s soul. He didn’t look much older than himself. As he watched a playful grin lit his face and his eyes sparkled with pure mischief.

“Xander Harris.” The dark tones of his Master’s voice cut into the silence.

“He’s…”

“Yes, pet.”

“He looks so, normal, so young.”

“He’s not as normal as he looks. Remember that Slayer sidekick that Spike got his soul for?”

The brunette nodded, with a frown, then he realised what his Master was getting at. “Him? Really? Oh this is so cool. But…why aren’t they together?” He turned questioning eyes on the foreboding man.

There was a heavy sigh before he replied, “Spike died saving the world. When he came back he didn’t want them to know. I have no idea why.”

“So, Xander doesn’t even know he’s alive? Damn.”

With a wave of an arm the image faded and returned to a reflection of the young man in front of it.

“They both saved the world.” He stated distractedly, “Makes me feel…”

“You’ve done your fair share, pet.” His Master had obviously heard something similar from his boy before and pulled him into an embrace as he offered words of reassurance. This was his softer side, the one that no one else ever saw except for the young man in his arms. “More than your fair share. You’ve been through a lot, pet.”

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Gil hadn’t been able to sleep. He was off for the next two days and the previous night’s shift had been hectic, but still he was wide-awake. He’d made himself hot tea and sat down at the computer. He was relieved that he hadn’t been picked in the first pairing, but he was curious to see how it had gone, and who would be next. The letter B had so many possibilities. He flicked through the net for a while and then headed back to the group site. Every time he visited it, it made him give a little snort of amusement at the title of the group, heaven knows why he counted as a hero.

He clicked it open and smirked around his cup just before he sipped. It would seem that the other two had fun, he would have to see if he could get them to write up an account of it.

“B is for…” Gil trailed off. The name of the kink was not new to him, it was that he had spotted his nickname in the pairing.

Bastinado… the act of punishing the soles of a person’s feet. Gil thought back to an experiment with Greg Sanders and chuckled. He’d always had a thing for feet but mostly he preferred to have a sub worshipping his. With a dark smile on his lips, the CSI clicked the reply.

//Callophrys fotis will be awaiting the kitten’s arrival.//

He knew just the toys that were required for this particular scene and he was already getting hard at the prospect. Without shutting down the computer Gil headed to prepare the spare room. It had been a while since he’d played, but the room was still set up ready. He had hoped that he would be able to entice Greg in to play sometime, but he still had yet to be proved correct in his guess that the young man was gay and a submissive.

Gil hummed quietly as he readied himself. He changed his clothes, pulling on a snug fitting blue T-shirt and worn blue denims. He was glad now that he’d made the decision to shave his beard as his thoughts turned to whom he had been paired with. Dark kitten was an unusual name for a young man; it conjured all kinds of images in his mind. He conceded that he would just have to wait and see.

He couldn’t help but be curious about how the Game Master’s pet was going to “transport” the other man. Gil Grissom was a logical man by nature, but he couldn’t deny that he had seen things in his life that he couldn’t easily explain away scientifically. That was something else that was on the wait and see list.

*****

Xander slammed his office door, he was throwing a hissy fit and he knew it. He just didn’t really care. He cursed Buffy in all the demonic languages he knew. He couldn’t understand why, after all this time, she was still able to make him feel like the donut boy. He growled and threw himself into his chair. He was so lost in his own world that it took a few minutes to register the flashing “you have mail” on his computer. He grumbled to himself as he clicked the mouse over it to open it, more work no doubt.

Eyes silently scanned and his mouth moved as he read to himself but without voicing the words. He reread it again… twice. It was him, it was really him that was going to be playing. But what the hell was Bastinado? With a puzzled expression, he did what he knew best… research. He opened a Google window and typed the word in.

He clicked the first link and read.

“Oh.” He said aloud. Was it a good thing that the image of getting his feet whipped both aroused and terrified him? Part of him wished he hadn’t looked.

He had been at work all day and he needed to get home and shower. He couldn’t go anywhere as he was. How on earth was he going anywhere anyway? He thought about portals and the like as he typed a quick reply.

//Please give me half an hour. Dark Kitten//

Insides twisting with nerves, Xander jumped out of his seat and flicked his computer off. He was out of the door and on his way down the stairs heading for his car. He heard Buffy’s shrill voice calling after him. He ignored it, the night held more interesting things for him than demons and slaying… at least he hoped it did.

******

The young slave orbed, fully dressed, into the small living room. Xander was stood looking open mouthed, he had only just finished pulling his shirt on. He looked at the man in front of him.

“That was… pretty neat. How did you do that?” Xander was trying to see round his guest, although he wasn’t sure to what end.

“Magic.” Was the simple, patient reply. “Are you ready, Xander?”

“Hey… how’d you know my name? Oh, right, magic, like Willow I guess… she can do some freaky things you know but I don’t think I ever saw her appear out of thin air before. Well, it wasn’t really thin, and there was that sparkly-ness and everything, but all in all it was an impressive entrance.” Xander babbled on.

His visitor was grinning at him as he listened. The ex-sunnydaler was slightly older than him but at that moment the gap had closed. He was amused and suspected that given the chance the two of them could become friends.

“Oh right… yeah, ready… as I’ll ever be anyway. I’m a bit nervous y’know. I guess that’s only to be expected really, not exactly your usual situation. I suppo….”

The amused slave reached out, took a hold of Xander’s arm and orbed them both out…mid word and mid sentance.

******

“…se… wow… what just happened?” Xander barely skipped a beat in his most recent ramble as they orbed into Gil’s living room.

“That would be my question too.” A quiet, masculine voice spoke from behind them.

The two young men that had appeared in his living room turned to face him. Both were brunette and they looked quite similar in height, but similarities ended there. The one who had been talking had longer hair that was an unruly mop and curled around the collar at the back, his eyes were a deep soulful brown, and his face slightly softer in structure, his chin a little roughened with stubble. He had laugher lines around those beautiful eyes. His muscles were also more bulky where the other was toned and defined.

The other man had greenish brown eyes that looked almost sultry, a thinner face with a stronger more chiselled jaw. He was clean cut where the other was more rugged. The silent one wore a white leather collar round his neck, which drew a raised eyebrow from Gil.

“Hi, Mr Grissom…Gil, this is Xander… Xander… Gil. Have fun.” He grinned and vanished.

Xander pointed to the empty space beside him. “Did you see that, that was cool. Man I wish I could do something cool like that, I just got the eye thing, but that’s pretty wicked in itself I guess.”

Gil’s other eyebrow joined the first, “Quite.” There was a heartbeat of a pause, “The eye thing?”

“Yeah, yeah… I lost it, long story…usual apocalypse thing, but when Willow got her mojo going on, she did this spell, only something really weird happened and I ended up with a magic eye. Well, its not like it can ‘do’ magic as such but its magic in that it can see things that ordinary eyes can’t.”

A teasing smirk pulled at Gil’s lips. “Remarkable. You managed to say all that and you didn’t seem to take a breath.”

Xander felt heat creep up his cheeks. “Sorry, nervous… I babble.” He consciously monitored how much he said to avoid freefall babble mode.

The younger of the two had never really thought about older guys in a sexual way before, he didn’t have too many reference points for the fanciable older guy. There was Giles of course but he was much more of a father figure. He wasn’t sure if he could class Angel and Spike as older guys… even though they were older than any man had a right to be and still do all that hero stuff. Ok, so they were vampires and they still wore the bodies of the young and sexy, but technically they were old enough to be… He cut off his mental babble; that was a thought he did *not* want to explore further.

The thing was, he now found himself looking at this man, who looked to be in his forties and thinking how incredibly sexy he was. He was so composed, he had an air of dominance about him and Xander already had the urge to drop to his knees and kiss his feet, something he hadn’t experienced since he was with Spike. When he came out of his introspective, he noticed that he was being carefully studied with a calculating look. He shifted nervously from foot to foot; something that he suspected it would be a while before he could do without discomfort.

The youth’s anxious babbling had amused Gil and it had given him a little insight into this stranger stood in his living room. The investigator in him wanted to understand him and know more about him before they took the next step. But, he had to admit that aside from the talk of magic and the nervous babbling, he was mostly clueless. He was torn between moving straight into it or to ease the boy in, offer him a drink perhaps.

“Its understandable to be nervous.” Gil took a step nearer and smiled reassuringly. “You… are a very attractive young man.” He found himself confessing.

Xander blushed hotly and ducked his head slightly. The reaction caused a chuckle from the older man.

“Choose a safe word…kitten.” Griss deliberately emphasised the use of the nickname with a teasing smile.

He watched as Xander’s brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to think of a suitable word. Gil gave him a few minutes pondering time before speaking up. “Perhaps the word ‘babble’.” There was the smallest of smiles on his face, but his blue eyes were twinkling.

“Yeah, that will work.” Was the ready agreement.

Gil nodded. He realised that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on this boy. He slowly started to walk around him, studying him from all angles. “You have experience as a sub?”

“Yes, Sir.” Xan replied automatically, his cheeks heated up a little more, as he realised the term of respect that had slipped out so easily.

Griss smiled, knowingly. He watched as the young man’s posture pulled up, his back straightening under the scrutiny. He was impressed with what he saw. He came around in front of Xander, his hands ran up and slid his shirt off over his shoulders, pulled it down the young man’s muscular arms and off at the hands. He wasted no time discarding the plain burgundy shirt, and rapidly tugged the black t-shirt from the waistband too. Soon, that too joined the shirt on the floor, leaving his quarry, bare-chested. His hands found the twin nubs of his nipples and pinched them gently at first and then harder. Adding a slight twist dragged a moan of pleasure-pain from the young man.

“Beautiful.” Gil murmured as Xander arched into his hands.

The brunette could hardly believe that the man was looking at him when he spoke that word. He had never felt beautiful. Sure, Spike had made him believe in himself, had given him a confidence that he’d lacked for so long and boosted his self-esteem, but he still didn’t think himself beautiful. He watched as those torturous but gentle hands skimmed down over his tanned abdomen and ran lightly back and forth above the waistband of his jeans. It tickled in an entirely good way and caused a shiver to run the length of his spine.

Then those exploring hands were unbuckling his belt, with a tug, it was pulled through the loops and out. Gil pulled the leather through his hand, doubled it over and grinned at a particularly wicked thought.

“Take off your shoes and socks.” He commanded and stepped back to watch.

There was a brief flicker of confusion on the brunette’s ruggedly handsome face, before he dropped to the ground to unfasten his boots and pull them off. He worked quickly pulling them and the socks from his feet before standing back up. It was odd to him, that act, removing his own socks and shoes, knowing full well that his feet were going to be beaten. He felt his cock pulse in his jeans at the realisation that he had just prepared himself for punishment.

Gil nodded, pleased. One hand reached out and traced the outline of Xander’s erection that was clearly visible under the denim. The young man swallowed hard at the barely there touch. It urged Gil on and he massaged the bulge appreciatively.

“Please?” Xander gasped.

A smug grin tugged on the older man’s lips as he turned away, having gained the reaction he wanted.

“Follow me, Kitten.” He said as he walked towards the spare room, trusting Xander to follow. He was hard with anticipation himself, and he knew that by the end of the day, he would be fucking the young man into oblivion.

Xander followed, now wearing just his jeans, he felt oddly exposed being barefoot; he figured that was the idea of it. When he entered the room behind Gil, his step faltered and he felt his heart rate pick up. This man obviously knew his stuff; he had his own playroom. He was still taking in the room when he registered hands on his fly, undoing each button one by one. There was nothing slow about the action now… he wanted him naked. The jeans where pulled open and roughly yanked down over his hips and thighs to his knees. He didn’t have time to worry about modesty as his erect cock and swollen balls were exposed. He gulped audibly and he almost giggled at the cartoon sound of it.

The brunette lifted his leg at Gil’s bidding so that he could pull his jeans all the way off. He left him standing there, naked in front of him, his cock bobbing enthusiastically in time with his heartbeat. An exploring hand wrapped around the hard flesh and stroked it firmly, getting the measure of the size and weight of it. It was average in length and girth but heavily veined, he was cut too, like Gil, something that the older man appreciated greatly. He let go and stepped away, crossing the room he stopped by the padded bench and patted the surface.

“I want you face down on here, boy.”

Xander was feeling self-conscious about his nakedness; his hands wanted to cover himself up as he crossed to the bench and hopped up onto it. He noticed the cutout in it and figured that it was meant for his face to go in it. Carefully he eased himself down onto the surface, taking a moment to arrange his erection for comfort. He settled with his face in the cutout and found it to be surprisingly comfortable.

He felt those gentle hands run over his back, moving over some faded scars with interest. His war wounds, he thought to himself.

Gil was taking in the body that was spread out in front of him. The young man was a warrior, the scars on his back told a story of injuries acquired during hard fought battles. He let his hands wander, taking in the pert enticing ass. His hands massaged the globes and squeezed and he visualised sliding his cock between the twin mounds.

Picking up an 18” spreader bar, Griss moved to the end of the bench. He cuffed each ankle to one end, forcing the feet apart a good, but comfortable, distance. He paused there a moment to run an index finger lightly along the sole of the right foot from toe to heel. He chuckled when the toes wriggled. Moving along the length of the bench, Gil firmly gripped the young man’s wrists and pulled them behind his back.

“Hold them there.” He instructed, while he went for wrist cuffs.

He was pleased that he wasn’t questioned or disobeyed. And he quickly buckled the thick padded leather around both wrists, chaining them together. He had also brought two lengths of chain back to the bench with him. Attaching one end of both chains to the short one that ran between the wrist cuffs, he then ran one to the left ankle and the other to the right ankle and attached them.

The combination of cuffs and chains forced Xander to bend his knees in a modified hogtie. There was still too much freedom for movement though and Gil used a final chain, attached to the bar underneath the foot end of the bench, to secure to the spreader bar and prevent Xander pulling his feet up to his butt.

The brunette had allowed his limbs to be manipulated without protest, he had an idea of what was coming and as nervous as he was, he was also incredibly turned on by it. When it became apparent that Gil was finished he couldn’t help but tug and twist to test the limits. The other man had been incredibly thorough though and he didn’t have a great deal of room to move. He moaned as his body relaxed again, content that he was truly restrained.

The result of Gil’s binding was that the soles of Xander’s feet were now nicely presented to him at a good height and angle. He ran his hands lightly over the two soles, watching the wriggling of toes at the ticklish sensation. Then with the palm of his hand he slapped first one then the other. Xan gasped, hidden from the older man’s sight he bit down on his lip.

Griss had taken care to lay his kit close at hand, he picked up the wartenberg wheel and ran it the length of the left sole, lightly at first then with more pressure, the spines prickling and sensitising the thin skin. He repeated it on the right foot until he heard a moan and a whispered curse from the young man.

Gil picked up the young man’s own belt and smirked. He struck first one sole then the other, teasingly, with no intent to hurt. “Feel that, kitten, that’s your belt. I’m going to beat your feet with your own belt after you bared them to me. And we both know how much you’re going to enjoy it don’t we boy?”

The only vocalised response was akin to a grunt, the young man was agreeing internally though. He knew Gil was right, the idea that he was essentially the master of his own punishment was powerfully arousing; he had put himself in this position.

The belt struck again, but harder, first one foot then the other then back again. It fell ten times on each sole, moving over from the balls of the feet to the instep to the heel and starting again, each pass striking harder. Gil paused a moment and lightly stroked the skin with his free hand. Then he restarted, picking up with the intensity he’d left off at. Ten more strikes followed by another rest and then a further Ten. By the last stroke of the belt the blows were brutal and Xander was crying out as the pain reverberated from his feet all through his body and settled in his groin.

Gil set the belt aside and leaned down; gently he kissed each reddened foot almost reverently. He lightly caressed the soles simultaneously. The contact was a heady mix of pleasure and pain for Xan, and he wondered if he would be able to walk when they were finished.

The hands were moving higher, exploring his thighs and butt, tongue and lips were joining in the fun, kissing and licking his flesh. It felt so nice that Xander felt himself relaxing muscles that he hadn’t even realised he’d tensed.

Gil knew he could spend hours exploring and enjoying this youth’s body and hoped he would get the opportunity to do so after they were finished with the foot punishment.

He grinned as he stepped back again, this time he picked up a light weight cane. He ran the tip of it lightly along the outside of the brunette’s thigh, giving him a clue as to what was to come next. He positioned the shaft of the cane across the left instep before pulling it back and bringing it down with a light tap. He used the cane lightly, striking it down ten times with equal strength before moving to the other foot and doing the same.

The second time he returned to the left foot with the cane he brought it down harder. The third time it was hard enough to leave red stripes on the tender flesh, he covered the soles evenly. Ten strikes for the left foot and then ten for the right, hard enough that they raised welts.

Gil was surprised with how quiet the young man was, he had no way of gauging if he was flying or not. He gently swatted a butt cheek and received a moan of pleasure. He smiled wickedly, pleased that the boy was still in there. He turned to his table and struck a match to light two candles, they were ones he kept in especially for such purposes. He watched as the wax melted, one hand absently tracing patterns on Xander’s skin to reassure him of his presence.

The candles may have had a low melting point, but the soles of Xan’s feet were already abused. So, when the first drip of wax hit, he cried out in pain. Xander tried to jerk his foot away but it failed to make a difference, a second drip followed and then a third. He cried out at each one, his body flushing with heat even as his cock leaked and pulsed, trapped between his body and the bench. Then it stopped, he gasped for air and tried to relax, but his foot was on fire and his balls ached with the need for release. Then the first drip hit the other foot and he cried out in pain-pleasure all over again, he couldn’t count the second and third drips as the sensations blended into each other.

Tears formed in Xander’s eyes and ran down to drip off his nose onto the ground. The pain was intense but he loved it, and it was more that fact that he found himself crying. There had been a long pause and he’d felt hands sliding over his body again, gentle kisses and soft words filtered through to his lust-addled brain.

“So good, so beautiful, you’re doing so well, kitten, so well. I’m proud of you. When I’m finished I’m going to give you such a sweet reward.” Gil murmured into the young man’s ear.

“Sir…please…?” Xander murmured.

“Shh, its alright, Kitten.” Gil was peeling the wax off the flesh, it was reddened underneath and he looked pleased.

He never gave the young man time to think about what would come next, as he brought down the paddle onto first one sole then the other, five rapid strikes on each. While Xander was still crying out at the contact, Gil’s skilful fingers were unclipping the chains and the cuffs. His hand rubbed aching muscles and he placed gentle kisses on each butt cheek.

Gil helped the brunette to sit up, allowing his feet dangling above the floor as he sat on the edge of the bench. While he kissed him gently on swollen lips, he pushed away the tears on his face. He looked down at the hard flesh, it was pointing upwards and weeping steadily. Cruelly, Gil pulled him to his feet and as the tortured soles hit the ground he cried out in pain. The older man rewarded him with a gentle kiss and led him across the room to the comfortable looking bed.

Xander winced and whimpered with every step but didn’t complain. Gratefully, he sank down on the bed, stretching out on his back without being told to. He knew what Gil wanted; he wanted it too. The fact that the older man was rapidly tugging his clothes off was a good indication of what was coming. He smiled up at him as the grey haired man stretched a surprisingly well-conditioned body over the top of him. His feet burned but that was eclipsed as those sweet lips possessed his own and the tongue snaked into his mouth, chasing and playing with his own.

Reaching under the pillow, Grissom quickly retrieved the tube of lube that lived there. He hoisted Xan’s legs up over his shoulders as he sat back on his heels and squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers. Quickly he sank first one finger, then two into the waiting, eager hole. The brunette was obviously hungry for it and Gil really didn’t want the delay of preparation, but he wouldn’t risk tearing the boy. He crooked his fingers and Xander cried out in pleasure.

Then the begging started as the young man pleaded to be fucked, he promised everything from his home to his life, to the lives of everyone he knew; the words tumbling from his mouth unchecked, if only Gil would fuck him.

The fingers withdrew and finally he had his wish as Gil lubed and pushed his cock head into that waiting, tight sheath. They both moaned their pleasure as his hardness sunk in. They both knew they wouldn’t last long once they started and Gil thrust in all the way. He didn’t give Xander anytime to adjust before he started to pull out and push back in hard and fast, he set up a punishing pace.

In no time at all, Xander’s body tensed, every muscle in his body popped out rigid and he howled his completion as cum spurted up over both of their torsos. The tight clenching of ass muscles around Gil’s cock was too much and with a silent cry he threw his head back and flooded that hot eager channel.

******

The brunette slave looked at the image, he swallowed hard. After the day before, he knew what was coming and he knew he would have sore feet for days. He looked up at his Master with trepidation. His look was met with a wicked sneer.

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Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they are the property of Marvel, Jk Rowling, the makers of CSI and the god that is Joss Whedon. I promise to give them back in one piece