Lessons by Giles

Spoilers: Third season eps "The Wish" and "Dopplegangland." If you don't know who Puppy is, don't read this story.

Rating: NC-17.

Pairing: Oz/Giles/Puppy (Alternate World Angel).

Content Warning: m/m sex, nonconsensual sex, whips and chains baby, there's just a bit of violence and such here, be warned.

Summary: Giles teaches Oz and Puppy a few lessons

Disclaimer: Whedon 'da Crackhead and his minions own these characters…and it's not my fault they talk to me, so don’t sue me!

Notes: The line beginning with "Are you offering" is stolen with gracious permission from meaganola, a goddess of slash and cuteness. I just had to use that line somewhere. This just grew and grew…and now my other muses are getting all grumpy, so I'm going to go feed their egos. Much love and thanks to everyone who has given me feedback and begged for more. I love a good beg…<eg>.

Oz wasn't entirely sure, but Giles didn't look real happy. He had two things to base that on: one, the former librarian had a hard, Ripperish set to his face; and two, he was viciously ramming his cock into Puppy's ass. Oz hung from a bolt in Giles' ceiling, a bolt which was cleverly disguised as a plant hanger.

The guitarist could feel the achy muscles in his arms protest as he hung there waiting for his punishment. Hey, it could be worse…ok, maybe not, but his cock didn't seem to mind his body's current predicament. The mindless, still hard piece of flesh twitched as he watched the two men in front of him writhe, slide, and slap against each other in a constant, fierce attempt to become one organism. Well, Oz had had calmer mornings, but not more interesting ones. He took another deep breath, and let it out slowly, closing his eyes and retreating into his own OzWorld.

~~~~~

The pain was excruciatingly beautiful. Puppy felt the tears of regret and joy stream down his face, salty and tinged with coppery blood. He clenched and unclenched his fists in time with his Master's thrusts, doing his best to keep his body in its current position for his Master's pleasure. The cock inside him twisted and turned, ramming hard into another spot every time it returned to Puppy's hidden channel.

Sometimes it pounded into somewhere already scraped and abraded from the long fuck; sometimes it glided in on blood and hit his prostate dead on, and the pet would scream in agonized pleasure. His Master had made sure he wouldn't come for hours when he had first begun his lesson by ordering Puppy to put a cock ring on. As per his Master's preference, the cock ring was just a bit too tight, which made the agony all the keener.

Lost somewhere amongst the pain and pleasure, the foolish, disobedient actions which resulted in this lesson would skirt past the pet's mind, playing with what was left of his conscious mind at this moment.

~~~~~

The former watcher and librarian purveyed the scene before him. His 'faithful' pet lay panting beside Daniel Osbourne, guitarist and boyfriend to his own protégé in witchcraft, Willow. Puppy's cock was softening, but showed signs of returning to a state of hardness. Oz sprawled there, obviously dazed by what had happened. Giles had been unfortunate, or fortunate, enough to witness the last few moments of his boy's betrayal. He had come into the bathroom just as the guitarist's hand came around to finish Puppy off. The Master had witnessed the charged finish of this animalistic lust, accentuated by the manacles that Oz still wore.

Well, he couldn't exactly let these actions go unpunished, now could he?

"Puppy," he began, taking his glasses off to clean them with a handkerchief, "remove yourself from the cage and wait in the living room."

The nude man scrambled from the cage, his cock still leaking cum as it bobbed in front of his body. As he left the cage, Giles grabbed his chin in one hand and held it firm before him. The Master said nothing, just stared into Puppy's terrified brown eyes for a long, horrible moment, before releasing his pet's face, and smacking his bare ass to send him on his way.

Once his pet was on his way, off to mull on his transgression, the Master turned his attention to the manacled young man reclining in the cage. Some semblance of awareness appeared to be drifting into his eyes as he looked straight at Giles. No fear, no animalistic subordination in this one. This was an animal of two species, wolf and man, a leg in nature and one in civilization. The older man felt his cock stir as he contemplated taming this fierce creature. He'd met the gang outside his apartment; as usual, they had pawned their responsibilities off on their former librarian, giving him the task of releasing the OzHuman. Giles would have to work at the releasing part, as diligently as possible.

"Oz, I would suggest that you retreat into full laconic mode and keep your silence. Anything you say, er…as a policeman would say, can and will be used against you. At this moment, your only fault is that you touched what is mine. And though that fault is equally my pet's, you will pay for your mistake. Perhaps some part of you will enjoy it…and perhaps not." With that dire preamble, the Master finished cleaning his spectacles and reached down for the key to the manacles which had drifted under the cage. Instead of unlocking the thick bands of iron themselves, Giles used the key to remove the chains from the cage, leaving the circles of iron with their short lengths of chain around Oz's milky-white, yet clearly strong, ankles and wrists.

He led the werewolf into the living room, holding both arm chains. Leisurely, the Englishman strolled over to a hook in the wall in front of the windows. He reached down and withdrew a large steel clip and a cock ring from an innocuous looking box against the wall. He attached the clip to both chains leading from the boy's restraints, and the attached the clip to the hook. Standing back to admire the sight, Giles perused the luscious beauty before him. Oz had that tremendously beautiful paleness unique to true redheads, and despite the purple hair on his head, the pubic hair was wonderfully auburn and springy, presenting his half-hard cock like a tasty offering.

Giles took advantage of the bounty before him and leaned in for a quick lick. He took the head in his mouth with a fast slurping sound and ran the tip of his tongue around the bulbous head. A groan rumbled from the arched, alabaster chest. With a quick movement, he also placed a black leather cock ring on the cock. The Master straightened his own body, and turned away from the stretched form, saying, "Oh don't worry, my boy, you'll get your turn."

Now for Puppy.

~~~~~

Lost in wave after wave of conflicting abject fear and joy at the return of his Master, Puppy stood just feet from the suspended body of the sometime wolf, trembling while he waited for his Master to finish with the smooth, hard body of the other man. Puppy barely noticed his Master turn to him, he was so caught up in the simple gift of watching his handsome lover taste another man.

His Master's hand on his eager, throbbing cock brought Puppy back to what would happen to him.

"Puppy?"

"Yes, Master?" The pet's voice shook, a bit hoarse.

"You've disobeyed me. Go to the chest, get your favorite toy. On all four, not upright."

Puppy cringed as he shuffled over to the same box the Master had withdrawn the clip and cock ring for the creature from. He made quick work of withdrawing his 'favorite toy'. The first time his Master had used a cock ring on him, he had discovered that his pet went wild when he was so doubly controlled. Without question, just the presence of his Master made Puppy calm, subordinate. But the dominant feel of rough, black leather tightly encircling his erection, making it throb in time with the slice of a whip or the thrust of a cock, made the pet's demon scream in utter delight.

In a heartbeat, the nude vampire stood before Master, his head lowered, the cock ring extended before him.

"Put it on, luv, and hurry." Out of the corner of his eye, as he put the cock ring on, Puppy watched his Master's large hand, a small dusting of hair on its back, slowly play with his cock. Up, one finger tracing the sensitive head, then down the equally sensitive underside, and then repeat. The cock ring on, the pet kept his head lowered, staring down at his own cock as he waited for his Master's command.

"Down, on your hands and legs." Puppy fell down, catching himself on his hands and knees, presenting his ass to his Master by partially lowering his chest to the floor, extending his hands out a bit to balance himself. //Now// he thought, //now I'll feel his love.//

His Master traced one hand down the fine line of his arched back. He felt the sudden loss of touch, and froze, fearing that his Master would leave him like that and turn back to the creature. Then, the fiery cut of a whip into his cold skin made him howl, and his inner demon praised the love of a Master.

Thawp. Smack. The whistle of the whip cutting through the air, the slice against skin, heavy breathing, and a low keening sound were the only sounds in the room. The only thing Puppy knew was the cut of the whip, the way it made his body dance, swinging in and out to meet the kiss of the leather. The whip caressed his skin, curling around to flick against his cock. Puppy knew better than to scream, and besides, his demon reveled in the bloody agony that the whip induced. Instead, the vampire keened, dazed by the intense, constant delight filling his being.

The whip halted its ministrations and he felt a blunt finger brush through the rivulets of blood running down his back and ass. Then, that finger plunged into his still slick passage without any other preliminaries. One, then two, then three digits plunged in and out of Puppy's ass, twisting and scraping, rolling against his prostate only by chance.

The head of his Master's cock soon replaced his fingers. The thick length of his lover's cock rammed into him, balls slapping against ass as his Master set up a quick, punishing rhythm.

Puppy howled.

~~~~~

Well…this was a pretty interesting situation. Really, it's not like you find yourself in a menage a trois with an English Warlock/Watcher/Usually Mild-Mannered Guy and a vampire. With one hell of a sexy tattoo on his shoulder. And a fairly meaty, though long, cock that just begged to be licked. But, Oz was getting away from himself. It wasn't all that hard to do, especially with his eyes closed, and even though he could hear the sharp wet slap of sweaty skin against sweaty skin and the occasional howls and keening that could only have come from the Angel lookalike. Oz had heard Giles call him Puppy. Woof, woof.

The werewolf cocked one eye open when he heard a low, guttural scream that ended abruptly. The Englishman was standing behind the collapsed body of Puppy, panting slightly as he finally chose to put his glasses aside. Uh, leave it to Giles to keep his glasses on during bombesque sex.

"Puppy, on the couch, sitting, facing our guest. And don't forget the blanket. I really don't need you leaking all over the cushions." Giles bit off the last, and briskly walked to the bathroom.

Puppy shakily rose from his position on the floor and hauled himself into a sitting position on the couch. Oz could see him wince as he sat down. The guitarist idly wondered how long it took a vampire to heal the kind of punishing sex he'd just taken part in.

The vampire locked his chocolate brown eyes onto Oz's calm green eyes. The suspended figure felt little curls of desire flick around his insides. He was pretty sure a few were flitting through his blood…yep…there was some definite flitting going on in his penis. And if possible, his cock got harder, the skin stretched tighter over muscle and blood as the creature called Puppy devoured the pale-skinned guitarist's every feature. Oz had never been eaten alive by someone's eyes before…interesting experience.

He had started to pant a little bit, unable to turn from Puppy's intent gaze, when Giles returned to the room, still nude. But his cock was clean of blood and semen and he held a small wet rag which he put down on a chair as he crossed the small space to Oz's body.

Before Giles could even open his mouth to utter anything resembling an order, Oz said, "Are you offering? Because I've got to tell you, if you're offering, I'll be taking. And if you'll be taking, I'm offering. So are you taking?"

A wry, and surprisingly tension free grin stole over Giles' face. Good, amusement was good. Better than "I'm going to rip you a new asshole and fuck you until you bleed to death."

~~~~~

The cheeky little monkey. Giles considered the oddly calm and collected body before him. The boy had more moxie than even he would have given him credit for. Perhaps that was what attracted Willow to him. Then again, it could be the tantalizing combination of that bravery and Oz's usual laconic, apathetic nature. This boy could be a tasty treat.

"Oz, have you ever been fucked?"

"Giles, man, I'm in a band…what do you think?"

The smile slipped off Giles' face. He leaned in close to the guitarist's ear, and whispered, "Dear boy, that was decidedly not the right answer." Giles reached down to the floor where he had thrown the whip before fucking his pet.

The first crack of the whip made the gloriously nude body swing just a bit. The next made his feet move. The third, the fourth, the fifth, drew his body taunt as a bowstring as the young man realized what was happening, and gained his footing in an attempt to brace himself against the caress of the whip. His teeth bit into his lip and rich, dark blood welled up. Out of the corner of his eye, Giles saw Puppy sniff the air, his eyes going wild when his nose caught the smell of blood.

That was when Giles got an idea. Oz didn't react in a visually pleasing manner to the whip, and though he had been hungrily eyeing both Giles' and Puppy's cocks, the boy's smartass remark about 'being in a band' didn't really convince the former-watcher. Maybe Oz would like to be fucked…

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Puppy eyed the tableau before him with hunger, and some wariness. His Master had put down the whip and just stood there, looking at both the creature and his pet with a strange look in his eyes.

As the Master threw down the whip, reaching up to unclip the body's hands from the ceiling, he spoke.

"Oz, when you address me you will call me Master, or else not speak to me. Understood?" Oz groaned as his arms came down from the ceiling, falling dead to his body, the chains clinking against the floor. A smack on his abraded ass from the older man made the pale man screech in pain. "Understand my boy?"

"Yes…sir…" The Master smiled, fondling the boy's cock like it was a toy. He put one hand on the back of his neck, and the other on his ass, forcing him down so that his chest rested on his arms, and his ass mimicked the position that Puppy himself had been in earlier.

The vampire tried to regulate his breathing, to control the madness he could feel trying to break the bonds of the cock ring, of his skin, of his Master's loving training. He was horrified to find that he wanted to fuck this creature, this Oz. He wanted to give to him what only his Master had possessed. In his mind, he could see, gods, he could feel, his aching manhood pressing into that small ring of muscle, further and further in, until Puppy could feel nothing but tight, grasping warmth, smell nothing but sweat and fear and blood coursing under that tasty alabaster skin. The pet sucked a deep breath in and tried to focus on his Master's skin, eyeing the droplet of sweat slipping between his asscheeks.

"Boy?" The sharp tone of his lover's voice tensed Puppy's body. His head rose to see his Master staring calmly at him.

"Master?"

"Would you like to taste this treat?"

Oh gods…what did his Master want him to say? Did he want him to say yes, and prove that he would do anything for his Master? Or did he want him to say no and prove that his body belonged only to the Englishman? Puppy's hands flexed on the edge of the couch, crushing the cushions in his palms. His nostrils flared as he made his decision.

"Yes, please Master, if it would please you?" The vampire held an unneeded breath.

His Master looked down benevolently at the tense, nervous figure of Puppy. "Yes, Puppy, it would please me. Let the demon come out to play dear one, just a bit, remember how I taught you?"

"Yes, Master." Puppy bit his own lip an sucked the blood down in his eagerness. To let the animal run free…

The standing man turned back to the creature, running one finger down the sweaty back, caressing the bumps of the spine. He leaned down to Oz, and whispered again in his ear, "Don't move. My Puppy knows how to keep his prey where he wants it, and I won't stop him."

And with that, the Master moved aside, and sat down in a chair. He gestured to Puppy, and the so he bounded up and began to pace around the arched figure offered to him.

Puppy dropped to the body in front of him, and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, began to stuff his cock into the proffered ass. The scrape of the anus as he entered made the pet shake as he began to thrust in as far as the cock ring would allow. A slow hiss came from the werewolf. He ran his hands up and down the glistening back, grabbing the creature's hair and pulling up sharply. It felt so good…but it wasn't enough, there was nothing coming from the creature that gave Puppy what he wanted.

So, he withdrew, and with shaky legs, knelt down before the 'treasure' box. Extracting a bottle of lube, he crawled back over to the Oz's now trembling body as he opened the bottle, which smelled of cinnamon. Bracing one hand on Oz's arched back, Puppy put as much lube as could onto two fingers, slipping them into the blood streaked hole, and rubbed the lube around carefully, feeling it warm as he did so. Two more fingers full of lube into the tight anus, and the vampire took the lube, and began to apply it to his own hand, covering the whole hand in it.

The ass in front of him swayed a bit, the back undulated as some part of Oz came awake under the horrible tension of waiting. He didn't have long to wait.

~~~~~

Two fingers, Oz could feel. Three, then four, gave him a slightly uncomfortable feeling. The addition of a thumb, twisting, brushing faintly against his prostate, caused his body to move in time with the twists, to tremble and move in time with what the digits were doing. Then, the guitarist felt the slippery, gooey lube warm up, heat, becoming molten, scorching the inside of his ass. He felt his teeth cut his bottom lip as fingers full of fire reached further and further into his ass. Slowly, surely, the width of an…oh man…a curved hand entered, accompanied by more fire, stretching his small hole. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he panted fast, trying to balance the fiery feeling against the agonizing pain and the erection that couldn't fade if it wanted to because of the tiny piece of leather encircling its base.

Pop! The tiny, sure sound of Puppy's hand lodging itself in his ass brought tears to Oz's eyes. They ran down unchecked. He tried to straighten out his thoughts, to find some semblance of himself as the pain, the aching cock pressed up against his body, and the smells and sounds of sex threatened to overwhelm whatever parts of Oz had entered into this knowingly.

The hand opened, pressed out into the heated velvety depth of the pale ass. It slid in a bit more, just past the wrist?, and as best it could, fondled every bit of inner flesh. Oz could hear Puppy panting, could feel the vampire press up against his hip and leg, cold, even the length of his hard cock. The hand rocked back and forth, the fingers played a dancing tune, and Oz cried as the wildfire inside his ass consumed him.

"Puppy, would you like to come?" Giles voice broke the sexual trance of the two men before him. The hand slowed down, and then Oz heard, "then finish yourself love."

Sharp fangs slid into the tender flesh of the werewolf's asscheek and he heard a snap resound through the room. His cock throbbed uselessly in response to the painful act of having a vampire drink from him.

After a few more lunges and expanding fingers, the guitarist felt cold sperm spatter against his feet and legs. A cool body collapsed against his. The scorching hand slowly came out of his ass, and Oz grit his teeth against the pain.

Once the hand was out, the cool body continued to pump against his rear as the vampire slurped the nectar that flowed through the mortal. The younger man couldn't stop his body from moving, rolling with unfulfilled need, for something that he couldn't figure out. Soon, Puppy fell away from him, and trickles of blood oozed down one pale cheek. Oz tried to keep still, but the heat in his ass made his hips jerk against empty air, and his back arch in and out.

He needed something more.

~~~~~

Giles eased up from his seat in the chair. Stopping to tousle Puppy's dark, sweaty locks, he picked the formerly discarded whip.

The smack of the whip against the pale buttocks brought a groan out of Oz, his body swaying in its own private symphony. Puppy's Master saw sweat drip down off the sides of his body as it danced to the tune of whip.

Quickly, Giles ended his tender ministrations with the supple piece of leather. He kneeled down on one side of the gleaming, sweating body and eased the boy on to his back by putting hands on his shoulders. After Giles had helped Oz straighten out his sore arms and legs, he possessively ran one hand down the slightly muscled chest, pausing to circle the taunt nipples. Straddling the pale chest, he eased his cock onto the edge of Oz's chapped, dry lips.

Like a baby to its mother's breast, Oz suckled the mushroom-like head of the cock at his lips. So sweet…Giles' eyes flew open when he felt preternaturally cold lips slide around the base of his cock. "Good boy," he murmured, and concentrated on the attentions of his boys. With a half-suppressed shout, Giles soon shot his bitter-sweet, warm cream into Oz's mouth. Breathing heavily, Giles rose up, and Puppy lapped at his cock, cleaning it of come.

"And you, Oz, do you want to come?"

Oz could do nothing but nod at this point, his body still thrumming to the heat in his ass, his hips thrusting up at air. Gently, the Englishman slid his hand down the reddish patch of wiry pubic hair that framed the boy's cock. As his fingers played in the moist curls, he said silkily, "Don't come yet." Giles deftly removed the cock ring from the angry-looking cock, its head an intense purple color.

The boy hissed as the painful bit of leather was removed, and Giles took his finger to the underside of the cock. Drawing just the tip of his finger slowly up the now too-sensitive underside of the long-denied erection, he uttered the magic word.

"Come."

The slightly bony hips arched painfully as Oz's come spurted out of his cock in long, hard bursts. His cock jerked and spasmed for what seemed like an eternity before finally it settled, just a thin stream oozing out of the piss-slit. Hips sunk down and the boy's entire body relaxed. Puppy glanced at his master. Giles nodded at his pet, and the vampire curled his body around Oz's, petting the other boy's red pubic hair and spent cock. The sweet sound of Puppy's rumbling purr filled the room as the two boys drifted off to sleep.

Giles knew that he'd ever seen anything as exquisite as two boys who had just learned their lesson.

Kiss me, Kill Me, Feedback me.