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snoggedTitle: Overdue
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Giles/Lindsey
Word Count: 1997
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; dark, dildos, force, dub-con/non-con, anal, adult language (including sexual slurs), physical and sexual abuse. Seriously, if Dirty!Bad!Wrong isn't your cup of tea, then please don't read this. If it is, then welcome to my dark and dirty hell! Here’s your complimentary margarita…
Setting: AU. But Giles is still a high school librarian and Principal Snyder is still a dick. Lindsey’s a student though.
Summary: Lindsey has an overdue fine and can’t pay. Unlucky for him, Giles is willing to negotiate.
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A/N: Written forrockstarpeach who had an interest in seeing dildos. Hope this works for you, hunny!
Rupert Giles paced the library floor, eyeing the clock each time he whipped his head around to see it. The minute hand ticked it’s slow, methodic beat towards the end of the school day and he gritted his teeth, feeling the slow burn of hatred for Father Time in his gut.
He wanted to get home, curl up with a bottle of single malt scotch, a cup of tea, and a jerk off to one of the various pornos he had stashed in a box in the broom closet.
He wanted to erase today from his memory, wanted to erase the condescending sneer of Principal Snyder as he casually discussed the school’s need to do budget cuts and how slicing off the library program could do the trick just fine without pissing off the band and choir parents by taking out the music classes.
As far as Giles was concerned, the sniveling cock sucker should just be grateful that he wasn’t walking around with a black eye and a bloody lip. It had taken all of Giles’s restraint not to punch the principal’s lights out and show the man one of the reasons he’d gifted with the nickname Ripper back in his adolescent days.
The librarian exhaled sharply, attempting to clear the anger from his eyes, as the door behind him pushed open and a young boy walked in, carrying two thick textbooks in his arms. Judging by the look of him, he was likely a senior and likely a hardnosed kid from the tracks who probably knew his way around the darkest alleys in town like the back of his own hand.
“I have some books to return and was told this is the place to do it,” the boy said, scanning the library, searching for signs of other life even though he knew he wasn’t likely to find any. Most students stayed clear of the Sunnydale High Library. Unless they were geeks, dorks, and nerds, in which case, they were probably soaking themselves in literature in one of the many dusty corners and just not making any sounds.
Giles nodded, heading to the circulation desk and grabbing the books from his first visitor in the last two hours. The computer beeped as the bar codes passed beneath it and the name Lindsey McDonald flashed up on the screen. Along with the phrase: One Month Overdue.
“Mr. McDonald, are you aware that your books have been unable to fulfill their duties as available materials for other students because of a distinct lack of respect for the rules?”
Giles felt a smirk play on the corners of his lips as Lindsey’s eyes widened. The boy looked positively frantic. Like he was about to get punished for something. And hot damn, if that didn’t give him terrible ideas.
“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be so late with ‘em. I just got…erm…distracted, I guess.” Lindsey said nervously, running his hand through his short, brown hair and shifting on the balls of his feet. “Is there a fee I’m supposed to pay ‘cause I don’t really have a lot…I mean, I could so something else for ya, if that would pay my debt or something.”
Giles’s pressed his finger against his chin, wondering exactly what those words implied. Perhaps it was his current attitude towards this particular work day. Or perhaps, it was the nervous fidgeting or the clear attempt at giving himself up for a lighter sentence through confession, but there was something about this boy that demanded an extra look. And a payment method that could only come from the storage cabinet in his office. A payment method that had served him well with the more difficult students at the school.
He placed the books on the cart for returns and gestured Lindsey to come forward. “Step into my office, son. I’m sure we can negotiate something…”
Lindsey nodded, gulping as he took the several steps needed to get past the doorframe. In front of him was a large, oak desk that was cleared of everything but a few short stacks of paper. On his left was a six foot high cabinet that nearly engulfed the room with the space it took up. And, on his right, was the librarian who had a dangerous sparkle in his grey eyes.
“Strip,” Giles ordered suddenly, hand reaching out to push on the door and let it slam into place.
Lindsey squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body shaking like a leaf in a fall storm. He knew he should be more used to this kind of treatment with the way his dad consistently treated him but it felt like a blow to the spine coming from a man he thought he could trust. School was supposed to be a safe place. Not a place where pretty boys got fucked and raped by strange men just so papa could earn a little money to feed his coke habit.
Giles caught the boy’s anxiety, could feel it radiating off him in waves, and he couldn’t help but feel mildly irritated by Lindsey’s reluctance. “I’m not going to fuck you, Lindsey.” He paused. That wasn’t entirely true. Lindsey was going to get fucked. He was going to have every orifice bursting and his spunk was going to spray across the table as a sign of his obedience and need. “You won’t be feeling my cock today. I like my job a bit too much to waste my time with a statutory lawsuit. What I do need is the knowledge that you are willing to pay for your fines in the only way you know how.”
Lindsey flinched at the harshness in Giles’s voice, but his fingers betrayed his fear, hesitantly brushed over his shirt, slowly popping the buttons open and guiding it off his bronzed shoulders.
Giles grinned, marveling at the exposed skin, the hard nipples, the clenching muscles. His eyes followed Lindsey’s hands as they worked open the clasp of his belt and pulled down the zipper. Lindsey’s baggy pants fell to the floor with little assistance and he kicked them off to the side so he was standing in a pair of striped boxers and cotton, tube socks.
“Do I have to go all the way?” Lindsey asked, glancing down at the faint outline of his cock. He could see the start of a growing bulge and it frustrated him to know that this sort of dominance and control was making him unwillingly aroused.
“Yes, it’s part of the deal.” Giles breathed, fully aware of how hard he was, how much his dick was pressing against his pants in a desperate attempt to escape.
Lindsey obeyed, sliding his fingers down his side to push down the boxers. His intense, blue eyes remained glued to the floor as he waited for his next instruction.
“Get on the desk,” Giles said firmly, stepping over to the cabinet to caress the combination dial and rolling it to the three appropriate digits to make it open. He grabbed what he was looking for and turned back to face Lindsey. “On your hands and knees.”
Lindsey gulped, but did as he was told, feeling the roughness of the wood scrape against his knees. It made him feel like a fucking dog, heeling like a bitch because the Master said to.
There were faint purple bruises on Lindsey’s ass and thighs and Giles felt his dick twitch at the thought of making marks to join them. This was a boy who took plenty of abuse and from the way he’d been behaving, he did it with a service and a smile.
“Should I mark you, Lindsey?” Giles asked softly, his fingers tracing over the ridges of the large, black dildo in his hands “Should I smack you around a bit before I stuff you full? I bet you make such beautiful screams.”
“Please,” Lindsey whimpered, his body switching into the same system he used to handle his father. The same system that helped him block out the things that had been done to him, the things that would continue to be done to him. Things he couldn’t escape from even if he wanted too. “Please, just do what you want.”
“Mmm…I think I just might,” Giles licked his lips and slapped the dildo against Lindsey’s ass, watching a pretty pink mark appear on the skin. The stinging sharpness made Lindsey buck his hips and a small cry left his lips, masking the sound of lubricant being squirted onto the plastic cock.
When the head touched the crack of his ass, pushing slightly against his puckered hole that hadn’t been stretched, Lindsey couldn’t help but feel like bolting from the table. But it was too late to run. All he could do was scream as the gigantic prick pierced his insides, ramming into him like a tanker truck. His body struggled against it, his pelvis muscles tried to work it out but Giles held fast, gripping the base and pushing it back in every time Lindsey tried to get some of it out.
Giles didn’t give a damn that he was hurting the boy. That Lindsey’s blood had started to mix in with the lubricant from having his asshole ripped open like this. It was Lindsey’s fucking fault that he had to walk in to the library at 3:05 PM and instead of paying the cash, had spoken the words to trigger the violent, sadistic son-of-a-bitch that lurked within him. The other reason his friends had called him Ripper.
The anguish of his situation burned behind Lindsey’s eyes and he could feel the tears starting. It hurt so damn much when the dick thrust into him. It made him feel raw and ravaged and damaged. His own cock had stilled, choosing to shrink back to a flaccid state shortly after the assault had started and he was grateful for that. He didn’t want to be turned on by something so repulsive and so wrong.
Giles used his free hand to unzip his pants and pull out his cock, twisting his wrist, stroking it hard, stroking it fast while he continued to pummel Lindsey’s tenderized pucker with the sex toy.
It didn’t take much to send him crashing over the edge. His eyelids fluttered as a deep shudder rolled through him. Thick spurts of come coating his hand and his pants and the climax made everything around him stop.
Tears stained Lindsey’s cheeks, dripping down his jaw line and onto the table. Once Giles felt his head clear from the intensity, he leaned over to Lindsey and pulled out the plastic cock. It fell to the floor with a clatter and Lindsey sniffled loudly.
Giles took a deep breath and walked around to the table to see Lindsey’s face, giving him a dismissive glance.
“The building closes in ten minutes. If I were you, I’d leave before you’re trapped in a worse darkness that what you just experienced,” Giles said coolly. “The janitors are not friendly folk. I bet they’d make your dad look like a saint.”
Lindsey whimpered, nodding. It hurt to pull his clothes back on, each muscle in his body ached and sparked with white-hot pain but he did it just so he could get the fuck out of there. It was a relief to be done with it. To have his record cleared. To still have the ten bucks in his pocket that would have paid off his debt without an issue.
Giles watched as Lindsey disappeared down the hallway and a smile played at the corners of his lips. There was no way he was going to let Snyder touch his library program. If today had taught him anything, the library could be a perfect place to send all the school degenerates that needed to learn their lesson. And Snyder always had a fondness for the detention so it was a win-win situation. Nothing in the world could beat guaranteed job security.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Giles/Lindsey
Word Count: 1997
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; dark, dildos, force, dub-con/non-con, anal, adult language (including sexual slurs), physical and sexual abuse. Seriously, if Dirty!Bad!Wrong isn't your cup of tea, then please don't read this. If it is, then welcome to my dark and dirty hell! Here’s your complimentary margarita…
Setting: AU. But Giles is still a high school librarian and Principal Snyder is still a dick. Lindsey’s a student though.
Summary: Lindsey has an overdue fine and can’t pay. Unlucky for him, Giles is willing to negotiate.
Beta: the queen of DBW-
ash_carpenterA/N: Written for
rockstarpeach who had an interest in seeing dildos. Hope this works for you, hunny!Rupert Giles paced the library floor, eyeing the clock each time he whipped his head around to see it. The minute hand ticked it’s slow, methodic beat towards the end of the school day and he gritted his teeth, feeling the slow burn of hatred for Father Time in his gut.
He wanted to get home, curl up with a bottle of single malt scotch, a cup of tea, and a jerk off to one of the various pornos he had stashed in a box in the broom closet.
He wanted to erase today from his memory, wanted to erase the condescending sneer of Principal Snyder as he casually discussed the school’s need to do budget cuts and how slicing off the library program could do the trick just fine without pissing off the band and choir parents by taking out the music classes.
As far as Giles was concerned, the sniveling cock sucker should just be grateful that he wasn’t walking around with a black eye and a bloody lip. It had taken all of Giles’s restraint not to punch the principal’s lights out and show the man one of the reasons he’d gifted with the nickname Ripper back in his adolescent days.
The librarian exhaled sharply, attempting to clear the anger from his eyes, as the door behind him pushed open and a young boy walked in, carrying two thick textbooks in his arms. Judging by the look of him, he was likely a senior and likely a hardnosed kid from the tracks who probably knew his way around the darkest alleys in town like the back of his own hand.
“I have some books to return and was told this is the place to do it,” the boy said, scanning the library, searching for signs of other life even though he knew he wasn’t likely to find any. Most students stayed clear of the Sunnydale High Library. Unless they were geeks, dorks, and nerds, in which case, they were probably soaking themselves in literature in one of the many dusty corners and just not making any sounds.
Giles nodded, heading to the circulation desk and grabbing the books from his first visitor in the last two hours. The computer beeped as the bar codes passed beneath it and the name Lindsey McDonald flashed up on the screen. Along with the phrase: One Month Overdue.
“Mr. McDonald, are you aware that your books have been unable to fulfill their duties as available materials for other students because of a distinct lack of respect for the rules?”
Giles felt a smirk play on the corners of his lips as Lindsey’s eyes widened. The boy looked positively frantic. Like he was about to get punished for something. And hot damn, if that didn’t give him terrible ideas.
“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be so late with ‘em. I just got…erm…distracted, I guess.” Lindsey said nervously, running his hand through his short, brown hair and shifting on the balls of his feet. “Is there a fee I’m supposed to pay ‘cause I don’t really have a lot…I mean, I could so something else for ya, if that would pay my debt or something.”
Giles’s pressed his finger against his chin, wondering exactly what those words implied. Perhaps it was his current attitude towards this particular work day. Or perhaps, it was the nervous fidgeting or the clear attempt at giving himself up for a lighter sentence through confession, but there was something about this boy that demanded an extra look. And a payment method that could only come from the storage cabinet in his office. A payment method that had served him well with the more difficult students at the school.
He placed the books on the cart for returns and gestured Lindsey to come forward. “Step into my office, son. I’m sure we can negotiate something…”
Lindsey nodded, gulping as he took the several steps needed to get past the doorframe. In front of him was a large, oak desk that was cleared of everything but a few short stacks of paper. On his left was a six foot high cabinet that nearly engulfed the room with the space it took up. And, on his right, was the librarian who had a dangerous sparkle in his grey eyes.
“Strip,” Giles ordered suddenly, hand reaching out to push on the door and let it slam into place.
Lindsey squeezed his eyes shut, his whole body shaking like a leaf in a fall storm. He knew he should be more used to this kind of treatment with the way his dad consistently treated him but it felt like a blow to the spine coming from a man he thought he could trust. School was supposed to be a safe place. Not a place where pretty boys got fucked and raped by strange men just so papa could earn a little money to feed his coke habit.
Giles caught the boy’s anxiety, could feel it radiating off him in waves, and he couldn’t help but feel mildly irritated by Lindsey’s reluctance. “I’m not going to fuck you, Lindsey.” He paused. That wasn’t entirely true. Lindsey was going to get fucked. He was going to have every orifice bursting and his spunk was going to spray across the table as a sign of his obedience and need. “You won’t be feeling my cock today. I like my job a bit too much to waste my time with a statutory lawsuit. What I do need is the knowledge that you are willing to pay for your fines in the only way you know how.”
Lindsey flinched at the harshness in Giles’s voice, but his fingers betrayed his fear, hesitantly brushed over his shirt, slowly popping the buttons open and guiding it off his bronzed shoulders.
Giles grinned, marveling at the exposed skin, the hard nipples, the clenching muscles. His eyes followed Lindsey’s hands as they worked open the clasp of his belt and pulled down the zipper. Lindsey’s baggy pants fell to the floor with little assistance and he kicked them off to the side so he was standing in a pair of striped boxers and cotton, tube socks.
“Do I have to go all the way?” Lindsey asked, glancing down at the faint outline of his cock. He could see the start of a growing bulge and it frustrated him to know that this sort of dominance and control was making him unwillingly aroused.
“Yes, it’s part of the deal.” Giles breathed, fully aware of how hard he was, how much his dick was pressing against his pants in a desperate attempt to escape.
Lindsey obeyed, sliding his fingers down his side to push down the boxers. His intense, blue eyes remained glued to the floor as he waited for his next instruction.
“Get on the desk,” Giles said firmly, stepping over to the cabinet to caress the combination dial and rolling it to the three appropriate digits to make it open. He grabbed what he was looking for and turned back to face Lindsey. “On your hands and knees.”
Lindsey gulped, but did as he was told, feeling the roughness of the wood scrape against his knees. It made him feel like a fucking dog, heeling like a bitch because the Master said to.
There were faint purple bruises on Lindsey’s ass and thighs and Giles felt his dick twitch at the thought of making marks to join them. This was a boy who took plenty of abuse and from the way he’d been behaving, he did it with a service and a smile.
“Should I mark you, Lindsey?” Giles asked softly, his fingers tracing over the ridges of the large, black dildo in his hands “Should I smack you around a bit before I stuff you full? I bet you make such beautiful screams.”
“Please,” Lindsey whimpered, his body switching into the same system he used to handle his father. The same system that helped him block out the things that had been done to him, the things that would continue to be done to him. Things he couldn’t escape from even if he wanted too. “Please, just do what you want.”
“Mmm…I think I just might,” Giles licked his lips and slapped the dildo against Lindsey’s ass, watching a pretty pink mark appear on the skin. The stinging sharpness made Lindsey buck his hips and a small cry left his lips, masking the sound of lubricant being squirted onto the plastic cock.
When the head touched the crack of his ass, pushing slightly against his puckered hole that hadn’t been stretched, Lindsey couldn’t help but feel like bolting from the table. But it was too late to run. All he could do was scream as the gigantic prick pierced his insides, ramming into him like a tanker truck. His body struggled against it, his pelvis muscles tried to work it out but Giles held fast, gripping the base and pushing it back in every time Lindsey tried to get some of it out.
Giles didn’t give a damn that he was hurting the boy. That Lindsey’s blood had started to mix in with the lubricant from having his asshole ripped open like this. It was Lindsey’s fucking fault that he had to walk in to the library at 3:05 PM and instead of paying the cash, had spoken the words to trigger the violent, sadistic son-of-a-bitch that lurked within him. The other reason his friends had called him Ripper.
The anguish of his situation burned behind Lindsey’s eyes and he could feel the tears starting. It hurt so damn much when the dick thrust into him. It made him feel raw and ravaged and damaged. His own cock had stilled, choosing to shrink back to a flaccid state shortly after the assault had started and he was grateful for that. He didn’t want to be turned on by something so repulsive and so wrong.
Giles used his free hand to unzip his pants and pull out his cock, twisting his wrist, stroking it hard, stroking it fast while he continued to pummel Lindsey’s tenderized pucker with the sex toy.
It didn’t take much to send him crashing over the edge. His eyelids fluttered as a deep shudder rolled through him. Thick spurts of come coating his hand and his pants and the climax made everything around him stop.
Tears stained Lindsey’s cheeks, dripping down his jaw line and onto the table. Once Giles felt his head clear from the intensity, he leaned over to Lindsey and pulled out the plastic cock. It fell to the floor with a clatter and Lindsey sniffled loudly.
Giles took a deep breath and walked around to the table to see Lindsey’s face, giving him a dismissive glance.
“The building closes in ten minutes. If I were you, I’d leave before you’re trapped in a worse darkness that what you just experienced,” Giles said coolly. “The janitors are not friendly folk. I bet they’d make your dad look like a saint.”
Lindsey whimpered, nodding. It hurt to pull his clothes back on, each muscle in his body ached and sparked with white-hot pain but he did it just so he could get the fuck out of there. It was a relief to be done with it. To have his record cleared. To still have the ten bucks in his pocket that would have paid off his debt without an issue.
Giles watched as Lindsey disappeared down the hallway and a smile played at the corners of his lips. There was no way he was going to let Snyder touch his library program. If today had taught him anything, the library could be a perfect place to send all the school degenerates that needed to learn their lesson. And Snyder always had a fondness for the detention so it was a win-win situation. Nothing in the world could beat guaranteed job security.
