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snoggedTitle: Freedom Isn’t Free
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Angelus/Riley
Word Count: 1960
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; dark, slash, anal, chastity devices, dub-con/non-con, pain/violence, adult language (including sexual slurs) . 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: Canon-ish. Has references to “The Yoko Factor”
Summary: Riley has been taken hostage by everyone's favorite sadist.
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rockstarpeach
A/N: Written forjasonsnene who sweetly demanded that I write about chastity devices this month. Hope this pleases you, my darling girl!
*Nominated at Absence of Light Round Two for Best Dark Slash
*Nominated at Running With Scissors Round Six for Best Slash
*Winner for Fang Fetish Awards Round Eleven for Best Dark/Angst
A long, piteous groan escaped Riley’s lips as his eyes slowly opened, blinking as they attempted to adjust to the cave-like darkness of his current location, wherever the fuck that happened to be.
All he could feel was the cool cement scraping against his bare knees, hard steel cuffs digging into the soft flesh of his wrists, arms that dangled in front of his stomach, and sharp pain that seemed to be tearing apart his head. Years of military training and basic common sense would suggest that he was someone’s hostage, someone’s captive.
Closing his eyes again, he deepened his concentration on his body. He was naked, nipples stiffening as a chill breeze hit them and balls bumping against his thighs. But he couldn’t feel any viscous fluid coating his skin, except for a damp spot near his hair where he’d probably been whacked over the head with something. When he shifted slightly, he didn’t feel any sort of wincing pain that would come from a few nasty bruises to the ribs. Clearly, whoever had kidnapped him hadn’t been in the mood for torture…yet.
“Oh good, the faithful soldier is awake. Just in time for the party.”
Riley didn’t flinch even though he could feel the venom and mocking in his captor’s tone chill him all the way to the bone. If being a soldier had taught him anything, he knew he couldn’t show weakness, couldn’t show inferiority. He couldn’t let this fucker break him down.
“What the hell do you want with me?” Riley spat, tilting up his head to lock eyes with the fucking idiot that was smart enough to bring him down.
He blinked at the thought…bring him down…and he realized he didn’t remember. It was all just a big black void of nothingness. There were no answers, no explanations, no chances to figure out what brought him here in the first place.
“Feisty little boy. Lucky for you, Daddy likes ‘em feisty and frisky. You’re gonna make Daddy real happy, aren’t you?”
Riley stiffened his spine, going rigid as he heard the sound of a zipper coming undone and felt the soft thump of a man going from standing to crouching. “Who the hell are you?”
A cool hand snaked out to caress his cheek and Riley shivered. “Name’s Angelus, boy. I think we met once. Don’t you remember? I kicked your scrawny little soldier ass. Bet you liked feeling like my little bitch, didn’t you?”
Riley gritted his teeth, a low hiss leaving his mouth. Immediately, the corner of Angelus’s lips curled into a smirk as his hand skated down Riley’s neck, feeling the blood pumping fiercely in the thick, blue veins and feeling his own hunger rise in his stomach. It had felt like a long fucking time since his last feeding and there was no doubt in his mind that Riley would fill his stomach ever so nicely.
But there’d be time for that later. After the presents had been opened and receivers had been properly sated.
When Riley didn’t speak or respond, Angelus continued: “Ooh wait, don’t tell me. I know you liked being my little bitch, Riley. Know you liked surrendering to me. Know it made your dick hard and your balls ache. Sadly for you, that wasn’t gonna happen with the big pussy champion holding the gearshift. But you see, I came back just for you. Just because I knew I could give it to you better than anyone.”
Angelus reached down to grab the soldier’s flaccid cock, tugging on it with a few quick strokes and feeling pleased when it responded to his ministrations, leaping in his palm as it started to fill and lengthen.
“Fucker. I’m not your whore.” Riley hissed, attempting to bring his knees together. He was rewarded with a harsh slap against his cock and another across his cheek that left his face burning with a new wash of pain.
“What makes you think you get to say no?” Angelus challenged, gripping Riley’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and leaning in close so that Riley could hear the angry grind of his teeth. The hand on Riley’s prick tightened and Riley gasped and groaned from the electric shock of pain that coursed through him.
Riley felt Angelus’s hand move from his chin to his hair, taking a firm grip on the short locks before forcing his face into the hard cement of his holding space. His cuffed arms scraped across the cement until they were flush with his calf muscles. His breath was heavy, panicked as Angelus slid the hand down his back, murmuring praise about how he was such a “pretty little soldier bitch” and how “he held position so nicely.”
Riley groaned as the hand wrapped around his dick started to move with an easy stroke, a stroke that was mockingly tender and intimate and didn’t distract from the sudden intrusion of a long, thick finger pushing its way past the tight ring of muscles. He blinked back the tears threatening to fall from his eyes and pressed his forehead tighter against the floor, praying to God that he’d find some way out of here.
Fuck! Who was he kidding? God wasn’t listening. God didn’t give a rat’s ass about him anymore. Not with how easily he’d bent over to be some vampire’s two cent whore or how he’d gotten hard so quick, how he felt like he was gonna spurt all over the floor any second if Angelus kept that shit up.
His mama’s worst nightmare had always been her boys going to sit on Satan’s throne and he was gonna make that happen with flying colors because he was nothing more than a desperate whore who wanted to come with a righteous, fiery need.
Angelus grinned, probing the finger inside the tight hole and speeding up his strokes on the boy’s prick. He brushed over Riley’s sweet spot and felt the boy writhe and buck underneath him.
He pressed his lips to Riley’s shoulder, nipping at the soft skin. “Beg for it, boy. Beg me to let you spurt your filthy load all over my fingers. Beg me to let you taste your own juices while I pummel that slutty little ass of yours.” He pulled his head away, beaming as he reflected on the one little toy he had stored away just for Riley. A metal casing that would properly ensure the boy never got an erection for anyone else but him. “Beg me to never let you come for anyone else but me.”
Riley gulped, swallowing down the huge lump in his throat as his hips thrust against Angelus’s hands. He knew if he didn’t beg that this would all get ripped away from him. That instead of release, he’d get kicked in the ribs and brutally fucked anyways. It had to be safer to just consent to it…right?
“Please…fuck…need to come,” Riley whimpered, chewing his bottom lip as his eyes locked on the hand rubbing his dick. His skin was burning red-hot with whatever fire Angelus had sparked inside him and not even the cool cement could ease the heat or ease his guilt about being a truly fucked-up individual. “Need you to make me come…”
Angelus yanked hard on Riley’s dick and shoved another finger inside Riley’s tight, dry asshole, hitting the sweet spot on every upwards thrust. “Mmmm….you stretch so nicely for Daddy. Don’t even need lube to get my fucking hand inside you. And you know why that is, because you’re daddy’s favorite whore and you love sweating and writhing on his hand. Come for me, soldier whore, let me feel how much you want it.”
Riley bucked his hips wildly and cursed a mad streak as he came exactly as Angelus had expected too, shooting his creamy load over the vampire’s hands and watching a few droplets escape Angelus’s grip to land on his arms and the floor.
Before he had a chance to catch his breath, he heard a loud popping noise as fingers were pulled from his pucker and a thick, engorged cock head replaced them. A loud, primal scream left his lips as he was torn in two and he could see his cock softening, shrinking back into his stomach.
“Fucking shit, motherfucker!” Riley hissed, feeling sharp nails dig into his hips, puncturing the skin, letting the thin, red rivulets flow down his thighs and onto the floor.
Angelus smirked, crowing with delight as he pummeled the sweet, juicy ass of his captured soldier boy. There were some things in this life that were better than fighting, or feeding. Nothing really held a candle to fucking a boy who thinks he had any control just by saying yes to the demands proffered by his captor. But he was pretty sure that the message was coming in clear now. Loud and clear.
In reality, it only took minutes before Angelus came with a roar but in Riley’s mind it felt like an agonizing eternity. Everything hurt, everything ached, everything felt twisted and sick as it rolled around in his gut. Bile built up in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the horror he felt. Fuck! He’d said yes. He’d begged like he’d been told to. He’d done it all. But none of it mattered. Angelus wanted more than that. He wanted him to be bruised and battered and broken. Wanted to make him think he still had a few cards left in the deck. But it turned out…he didn’t have shit.
Angelus yanked himself roughly out of Riley and rubbed himself against the curve of Riley’s ass to clean himself off. Then, he reached over to grab an object that had carefully been placed a few inches in front of Riley’s head. The object glided over Riley’s spine and it felt cool and metallic, like steel or titanium.
“I almost forgot to give you your present,” Angelus mused, trailing the object over Riley’s side and making him shiver. Riley blinked, finally noticing the cage-like design as it brushed over his skin and it didn’t take him long to realize the object’s purpose as Angelus grabbed his flaccid cock and stuffed it inside the tight, confining space. Then, he felt a large, metal ring snap around his balls and a small padlock clicked into place, ensuring the complete ensnarement of his private parts. In return, however, the cuffs locking his wrists came undone and Riley gently rotated them to get a sense of new movement.
When he was finished, Angelus rose to his feet and Riley could hear the harsh falls of boots hitting the ground as Angelus moved away. As he lifted his head off the floor, he was surprised to see the bright, white light of the sun shining through the door, beckoning him to run out of there and escape.
Riley hesitated, the chastity device feeling snug and vile around his prick. “Are you letting me go?”
Angelus grinned from the shadows, sharp teeth glowing white in the darkness. “I wouldn’t call it that, soldier boy, because with your new toy, you will be incapable of achieving an erection. Oh, your body will sure as hell try, but that pretty cock of yours belongs to me now and I doubt it’ll take you long to find your way back to me.”
Riley shakily got to his feet and moved towards the light, not caring that he probably looked like hell and he was still naked. But even as he stepped onto the grass, feeling the dirt squish under his toes, he knew this wasn’t freedom.
As far as he was concerned, freedom was still locked behind the gates of hell and it wasn’t coming out anytime soon.
FIN
* Featured Toy Of The Month (NOT WORKSAFE. Contains Danglies)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Angelus/Riley
Word Count: 1960
Rating: FRAO/NC-17; dark, slash, anal, chastity devices, dub-con/non-con, pain/violence, adult language (including sexual slurs) . 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: Canon-ish. Has references to “The Yoko Factor”
Summary: Riley has been taken hostage by everyone's favorite sadist.
Beta: my darling girl
rockstarpeachA/N: Written for
jasonsnene who sweetly demanded that I write about chastity devices this month. Hope this pleases you, my darling girl!*Nominated at Absence of Light Round Two for Best Dark Slash
*Nominated at Running With Scissors Round Six for Best Slash
*Winner for Fang Fetish Awards Round Eleven for Best Dark/Angst
A long, piteous groan escaped Riley’s lips as his eyes slowly opened, blinking as they attempted to adjust to the cave-like darkness of his current location, wherever the fuck that happened to be.
All he could feel was the cool cement scraping against his bare knees, hard steel cuffs digging into the soft flesh of his wrists, arms that dangled in front of his stomach, and sharp pain that seemed to be tearing apart his head. Years of military training and basic common sense would suggest that he was someone’s hostage, someone’s captive.
Closing his eyes again, he deepened his concentration on his body. He was naked, nipples stiffening as a chill breeze hit them and balls bumping against his thighs. But he couldn’t feel any viscous fluid coating his skin, except for a damp spot near his hair where he’d probably been whacked over the head with something. When he shifted slightly, he didn’t feel any sort of wincing pain that would come from a few nasty bruises to the ribs. Clearly, whoever had kidnapped him hadn’t been in the mood for torture…yet.
“Oh good, the faithful soldier is awake. Just in time for the party.”
Riley didn’t flinch even though he could feel the venom and mocking in his captor’s tone chill him all the way to the bone. If being a soldier had taught him anything, he knew he couldn’t show weakness, couldn’t show inferiority. He couldn’t let this fucker break him down.
“What the hell do you want with me?” Riley spat, tilting up his head to lock eyes with the fucking idiot that was smart enough to bring him down.
He blinked at the thought…bring him down…and he realized he didn’t remember. It was all just a big black void of nothingness. There were no answers, no explanations, no chances to figure out what brought him here in the first place.
“Feisty little boy. Lucky for you, Daddy likes ‘em feisty and frisky. You’re gonna make Daddy real happy, aren’t you?”
Riley stiffened his spine, going rigid as he heard the sound of a zipper coming undone and felt the soft thump of a man going from standing to crouching. “Who the hell are you?”
A cool hand snaked out to caress his cheek and Riley shivered. “Name’s Angelus, boy. I think we met once. Don’t you remember? I kicked your scrawny little soldier ass. Bet you liked feeling like my little bitch, didn’t you?”
Riley gritted his teeth, a low hiss leaving his mouth. Immediately, the corner of Angelus’s lips curled into a smirk as his hand skated down Riley’s neck, feeling the blood pumping fiercely in the thick, blue veins and feeling his own hunger rise in his stomach. It had felt like a long fucking time since his last feeding and there was no doubt in his mind that Riley would fill his stomach ever so nicely.
But there’d be time for that later. After the presents had been opened and receivers had been properly sated.
When Riley didn’t speak or respond, Angelus continued: “Ooh wait, don’t tell me. I know you liked being my little bitch, Riley. Know you liked surrendering to me. Know it made your dick hard and your balls ache. Sadly for you, that wasn’t gonna happen with the big pussy champion holding the gearshift. But you see, I came back just for you. Just because I knew I could give it to you better than anyone.”
Angelus reached down to grab the soldier’s flaccid cock, tugging on it with a few quick strokes and feeling pleased when it responded to his ministrations, leaping in his palm as it started to fill and lengthen.
“Fucker. I’m not your whore.” Riley hissed, attempting to bring his knees together. He was rewarded with a harsh slap against his cock and another across his cheek that left his face burning with a new wash of pain.
“What makes you think you get to say no?” Angelus challenged, gripping Riley’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and leaning in close so that Riley could hear the angry grind of his teeth. The hand on Riley’s prick tightened and Riley gasped and groaned from the electric shock of pain that coursed through him.
Riley felt Angelus’s hand move from his chin to his hair, taking a firm grip on the short locks before forcing his face into the hard cement of his holding space. His cuffed arms scraped across the cement until they were flush with his calf muscles. His breath was heavy, panicked as Angelus slid the hand down his back, murmuring praise about how he was such a “pretty little soldier bitch” and how “he held position so nicely.”
Riley groaned as the hand wrapped around his dick started to move with an easy stroke, a stroke that was mockingly tender and intimate and didn’t distract from the sudden intrusion of a long, thick finger pushing its way past the tight ring of muscles. He blinked back the tears threatening to fall from his eyes and pressed his forehead tighter against the floor, praying to God that he’d find some way out of here.
Fuck! Who was he kidding? God wasn’t listening. God didn’t give a rat’s ass about him anymore. Not with how easily he’d bent over to be some vampire’s two cent whore or how he’d gotten hard so quick, how he felt like he was gonna spurt all over the floor any second if Angelus kept that shit up.
His mama’s worst nightmare had always been her boys going to sit on Satan’s throne and he was gonna make that happen with flying colors because he was nothing more than a desperate whore who wanted to come with a righteous, fiery need.
Angelus grinned, probing the finger inside the tight hole and speeding up his strokes on the boy’s prick. He brushed over Riley’s sweet spot and felt the boy writhe and buck underneath him.
He pressed his lips to Riley’s shoulder, nipping at the soft skin. “Beg for it, boy. Beg me to let you spurt your filthy load all over my fingers. Beg me to let you taste your own juices while I pummel that slutty little ass of yours.” He pulled his head away, beaming as he reflected on the one little toy he had stored away just for Riley. A metal casing that would properly ensure the boy never got an erection for anyone else but him. “Beg me to never let you come for anyone else but me.”
Riley gulped, swallowing down the huge lump in his throat as his hips thrust against Angelus’s hands. He knew if he didn’t beg that this would all get ripped away from him. That instead of release, he’d get kicked in the ribs and brutally fucked anyways. It had to be safer to just consent to it…right?
“Please…fuck…need to come,” Riley whimpered, chewing his bottom lip as his eyes locked on the hand rubbing his dick. His skin was burning red-hot with whatever fire Angelus had sparked inside him and not even the cool cement could ease the heat or ease his guilt about being a truly fucked-up individual. “Need you to make me come…”
Angelus yanked hard on Riley’s dick and shoved another finger inside Riley’s tight, dry asshole, hitting the sweet spot on every upwards thrust. “Mmmm….you stretch so nicely for Daddy. Don’t even need lube to get my fucking hand inside you. And you know why that is, because you’re daddy’s favorite whore and you love sweating and writhing on his hand. Come for me, soldier whore, let me feel how much you want it.”
Riley bucked his hips wildly and cursed a mad streak as he came exactly as Angelus had expected too, shooting his creamy load over the vampire’s hands and watching a few droplets escape Angelus’s grip to land on his arms and the floor.
Before he had a chance to catch his breath, he heard a loud popping noise as fingers were pulled from his pucker and a thick, engorged cock head replaced them. A loud, primal scream left his lips as he was torn in two and he could see his cock softening, shrinking back into his stomach.
“Fucking shit, motherfucker!” Riley hissed, feeling sharp nails dig into his hips, puncturing the skin, letting the thin, red rivulets flow down his thighs and onto the floor.
Angelus smirked, crowing with delight as he pummeled the sweet, juicy ass of his captured soldier boy. There were some things in this life that were better than fighting, or feeding. Nothing really held a candle to fucking a boy who thinks he had any control just by saying yes to the demands proffered by his captor. But he was pretty sure that the message was coming in clear now. Loud and clear.
In reality, it only took minutes before Angelus came with a roar but in Riley’s mind it felt like an agonizing eternity. Everything hurt, everything ached, everything felt twisted and sick as it rolled around in his gut. Bile built up in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the horror he felt. Fuck! He’d said yes. He’d begged like he’d been told to. He’d done it all. But none of it mattered. Angelus wanted more than that. He wanted him to be bruised and battered and broken. Wanted to make him think he still had a few cards left in the deck. But it turned out…he didn’t have shit.
Angelus yanked himself roughly out of Riley and rubbed himself against the curve of Riley’s ass to clean himself off. Then, he reached over to grab an object that had carefully been placed a few inches in front of Riley’s head. The object glided over Riley’s spine and it felt cool and metallic, like steel or titanium.
“I almost forgot to give you your present,” Angelus mused, trailing the object over Riley’s side and making him shiver. Riley blinked, finally noticing the cage-like design as it brushed over his skin and it didn’t take him long to realize the object’s purpose as Angelus grabbed his flaccid cock and stuffed it inside the tight, confining space. Then, he felt a large, metal ring snap around his balls and a small padlock clicked into place, ensuring the complete ensnarement of his private parts. In return, however, the cuffs locking his wrists came undone and Riley gently rotated them to get a sense of new movement.
When he was finished, Angelus rose to his feet and Riley could hear the harsh falls of boots hitting the ground as Angelus moved away. As he lifted his head off the floor, he was surprised to see the bright, white light of the sun shining through the door, beckoning him to run out of there and escape.
Riley hesitated, the chastity device feeling snug and vile around his prick. “Are you letting me go?”
Angelus grinned from the shadows, sharp teeth glowing white in the darkness. “I wouldn’t call it that, soldier boy, because with your new toy, you will be incapable of achieving an erection. Oh, your body will sure as hell try, but that pretty cock of yours belongs to me now and I doubt it’ll take you long to find your way back to me.”
Riley shakily got to his feet and moved towards the light, not caring that he probably looked like hell and he was still naked. But even as he stepped onto the grass, feeling the dirt squish under his toes, he knew this wasn’t freedom.
As far as he was concerned, freedom was still locked behind the gates of hell and it wasn’t coming out anytime soon.
FIN
* Featured Toy Of The Month (NOT WORKSAFE. Contains Danglies)
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