Spike Part 3
It's me again! This is part three in the Spike series, if you want to understand what's going on, read the other two parts first. This story envolves sex between two males of young ages, bondage, anal, oral, etc. If this is not your thing then go away. Sorry 'bout the long wait, but i haven't had any free time lately. I hope the story makes up for the delay.
Spike Part 3
Spike walked down the hallway after rushingly putting his clothes back on. He zipped up his trenchcoat, seeing the spikes on its left shoulder were coming off. 'Yet another thing that needs to be fixed. Dammit!' he thought trying to fix it as much as possible for the moment, walking more briskly as the bell rang loudly. He wiped his lips to make sure no bear cumm remained. As he walked he heard numerous rude comments and put-downs. He paid them no attention and glanced around for Al. He saw him under a tree reading.
"Hey!" Spike yelled. Al dropped his book and looked at Spike. He smiled, picking up his book and dropping it into his backpack.
"Hey Spike, where were you?" he asked strapping on his backpack on, the safety pins and buckles gleaming in th sunlight. "You ready to go to my house?" he said.
"Yup. Let's go. I was in Mr. La'mores room." Spike said blushing. Al smiled and began walking. Spike stood for a moment, then snapped back to reality and began following Al. They walked for about five minutes before they reached a grey house with a black car in the driveway, that had graffiti markings and neon, making it look like a street racer. Spike eyed the car, and noticed Al walking up the driveway.
"This is YOUR house?" Spike said, astonished. The house was huge. It looked more like a mansion than a common neighborhood house.
"Yup." Al said, opening the front door, revealing a huge foyer. He put his backpack on one of the coatracks, and Spike did the same, also taking off his trenchcoat. He opened the door to the den. Spike stepped in, and instantly his jaw dropped. The room was filled with paintings and posters of the worlds most famous rock stars. Spike looked to the left side of the room and his heart lept. There were rows upon rows of guitars on the wall.
"Oh-oh my g-god!!!" he screamed in glee. Al swirled around.
"What!? What's wrong!?" he said, eyes wide.
"I've never seen so many guitars in one room in my entire life!!!!!!!" Spike said, his mouth watering. Al sighed and wiped his brow.
"Hahaha! I thought you saw a ghost or something. Those are my dad's." Al said. Spike's jaw dropped.
"Your dad's!?!?!?" Spike yelled , astonished at the fact that one fur could own so many guitars.
"What's all the yelling about!?" a voice, with a heavy british accent, yelled from around the corner. Spike jumped, as a large raccoon stepped out from around the corner. Spike looked at him, he had long blue hair, pulled back into a ponytail, more peircings than Spike himself, and wore an Ozzy Osfur shirt.
"Who are you?" he asked, looking Spike up and down, then smiling.
"Dad, this is Spike. He's a friend of mine from school." Al said patting Spike on the shoulder.
"Oh, makin' friends already are we?" Al's dad said, offering his paw. Spike took the paw and shook it, smiling also. "The name's Edward. Call me Ed." Al's dad said.
"Okay Dad, we're going upstairs." Al said, walking up the staircase. Spike lingered for a moment, still staring at all the guitars, but snapped back into reality when Al called out his name. He scurried up the staircase, almost tripping on his tail.
"Well, here we are." said Al as the two furs stepped into a huge room, with black carpeting and wallpaper, tons of rock posters on the walls, and two, yes TWO, california king size beds.
"This is your room!?!?!?" Spike exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yup. All mine." Al said walking across the huge room and flopping on one of the beds. Spike walked over and sat on the other bed and took off his boots.
"So, watcha wanna do?" Spike asked ,blushing, thinking of a few things he'd like to do with that sexy raccoon.
"I dunno...how about Killzone?" Al asked, hopping off the bed and walking over toward the door.
"Sure I love that game." Spike said, feeling the adrendaline, knowing he was about to blow off some enemy heads. Spike hopped off his bed and followed Al to the game room. Once there, they switched on the PS2 and blew each others heads off for about three hours. After the last sudden death match, Spike looked at his watch and dropped his controller.
"Oh crap! It's already six o'clock!?" Spike said.
"Don't worry mate, you can use my phone to call your Mum. Ask her if you can stay over." Al said, digging through his pockets before offering Spike a black, camera-phone.
"Thanks dude." Spike said, taking the phone and dialing the numbers to his house. It rang for a while before the voice of his mother came on.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey Mum, just calling to let you know I'm staying the night at a friends house." Spike said, praying that the bitch wouldn't object.
"Fine by me." she said hanging up. Spike closed the phone and tossed it back to Al before he sat back down on the bean bag chair. Al stuffed the phone back into hgis pocket.
"Hey, are you getting kind of tired of this game? I know I am." Al said putting down his controller.
"Yeah me too." Spike said, putting his controller down as well. "It feels as though my thumbs are going to fall off. "Hahaha!" Al laughed before getting back up and walking toward his room. Spike followed him and plopped back down on the bed. He closed his eyes and almost drifted off to sleep before the room was filled with raging Goth-Punk Rock.
"Waaaahhh!!!" Spike yelled, jolting upright."Who's this?" Spike asked, admiring how good the band was.
"My band back in London!" Al had to yell to be heard. Spike dropped his jaw, not saying anything. He probably wouldn't have been heard anyway. He lied back down and enjoyed the music. Later that night, the two lay fast asleep. Well, one was fast asleep. The other had a plan.
Al got up from his bed and crept across the room, all the while remaining as silent as an asassin. He opened his closet and looked in the back for a box containg all he would need for the night. He opened the box and took out, yup you guessed it, bondage gear. He stalked over to where Spike lay sleeping. Al snickered, as he took the comforter off of Spikes semi-nude body. Spike curled up to keep warm, since the only thing he wore was a pair of black boxers. Al stared at his prey for a moment before silently taking his boxers off and cuffing his wrists and ankles.
Spike stirred as he felt some thing cold on his wrists. He slowly opened his eyes to find he was naked, cuffed, and staring at Al, who was also naked.
"What's going on!?" Spike asked in a fake terrified voice, knowing fully well what was going on.
"Hmm? Well looks like you're awake. That makes it all the better." Al said, a devilish grin starting to form on his face. He pulled a candle and a lighter out of his box. He lit the candle, setting it aside for now.
"You are going to be my sex slave Spike. And you are going to like it." Al said, strapping a collar around Spikes neck. It was a black leather collar, with a metal plate in the front with an inscription that read "Property of Alphonse".
"Is this for me?" Spike asked.
"Yup. All yours, as long as you do whatever you can to bring me pleasure." Al said now picking the candle back up. He flipped Spike over so that he was on his back. He also lifted his legs up, and put them on his shoulders.
"Now, all set." Al said, tipping the candle over so the wax dribbled onto Spikes chest. Spike let out a moan of pleasure as the hot wax quickly hardened. Al put the candle back down, letting the melted wax build up again.
"Does my slave like his treat?" Al said, rubbing his own sheath, trying to get his shaft out. Spikes foxcock already stood proudly, waiting to be pleased. Als cock finally started coming out, so he played with Spikes shaft until his member got hard.
"Ooohhhhhh......" Spike moaned as he felt his foxcock being pleasured by the hottest raccoon he'd ever seen. Al worked a steady rythem, slowly moving his paw up and down on Spikes cock. Spike was panting, and thrusting into Al's hand. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Suddenly, Al stopped. Spike looked up and whimperred.'So this is his plan huh? Keep me going until I almost reach my climax, then stop.' Spike thought. Al's cock was rock hard, so he began to push the tip into Spikes tailhole. "Spike closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, trying to withstand the pain. 'Focus on the pleasure. Focus on the pleasure. Focus on the pleasure.' Spike thought.
Spike began to wag his tail, tickling Al's furry balls at the same time. Al felt this and pushed infour of his six inches into Spikes tailhole. Spike moaned and clenched his tailhole. He was used to this kind of thing anyway. Al roughly shoved the rest of his cock into Spikes hole, getting a yelp of suprise,not pain, from Spike. He then gently pulled out and started caressing Spikes foxcock, along with his furry balls. He began thrusting faster by the minute, growing ever closer to that one moment he was free.
"Do you like this Spike?" Al asked, wondering whether Spike was this naughty all of the time.
"Oooohhhhh, yes!!!!" Spike said, growing close to his climax also. Al pawwed him off faster, thrusting hard now into his pink tailhole.
"Good. Because if you're going to be my pet then you had better get used to it." Al said, reminding him of the collar.
"I will." Spike said, now panting fast and thrusting into Als hand. Al kept thrusting into Spikes tailhole, almost to the point of climax.
"Oooohhhhh, Spike!!!! I'm coming!!" Al said, thrusting one final time before Spraying his load into Spikes ass. Spike also came. He squirted his seed onto his chest and stomach. Al collapsed ontop of Spike, lying in his seed. The two fell asleep together, and lie there, finally happy.
The End