Title: Flavoured Chopsticks
Author:
Eaglewolf
Date: 06 April
01
Spoilers: Not a one
Summary: Giles+Snyder = Ripper coming out to
play???
Rating: R .. I think..
Pairing: Giles/Snyder
Distribution: Want
it?? Then I think you need to check your medication
dosage..
Feedback:
Umm.. Yes??
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the chopsticks!
Dedication:
For Gileswench, who is the one to blame for this, for Tori for
being right
along with me as I was writing and convincing me that it wasn't
my twisted
pysche but that I was being possessed by Snyder, and Dword of the
strong
stomach :) Oh and Dee.. watch out for space vampires <G>
Note:
Gileswench challenged me.. I accepted.. This is the challenge:
I've just
found my retaliation: EW, you're gonna write me a Giles/Snyder fic brimful of
graphic slashy goodness, and you're going to write it at 3A.M your
time. You
may write it over the course of several days, if you like, but all writing must
be done in the wee hours of the morning. I want the following things
included:
Flavored condoms (extra points if you use multiple
flavors)
an erotic use for a common kitchen utensil
a quote from
Shakespeare
a surprising choice of undergarment for Snyder
a feather
boa
coffee grounds
mention of any marsupial beast (in honor of your
Aussiness)
use of a food for erotic purposes that is not ususally
thought
of in that manner (e.g.: Spam, ketchup, vindaloo sauce, etc.)
Here is the
result.. One sick sick fic. Are you listening to me?? SICK!!!
SICK
SICK!! But on the upside no-one apart from a helpless space
vampire..
died. So consider that a warning.. It's sick!!
One more
thing.. to me chopsticks *are* a common kitchen utensil.. (I lived
in Japan
for a year hehe)
Snyder watched as the handsome Rupert Giles swaggered into his library.
He
knew one day, it was only a matter of time, he was going to walk in on
the
librarian going on at it with one of his students. He knew if he could
just
get that young Buffy Summers out of the way he would have a chance. A
man
that walked like that was obviously getting some somewhere every day of
the
week.
Especially when he'd seen the way he'd acted as Ripper on
that candy... He'd
wanted Rupert to kiss him just like he had kissed Joyce.
He wanted to run
his hands all over Ruppy's butt just as she had. He wanted
to feel his hands
slide all over the muscular stud.
He closed, and
locked, his office door, and his eyes as his hand strayed to
his cock, to
gently stroke the hardness. He stroked himself gently through
his trousers
once, before he undid them, and let them fall to the floor. He
stroked
himself through the lacy white G-string he was wearing today. There
was just
something about white lace that made him feel good.
He played the image
of Rupert slamming him up against the wall and asking
him if he needed
convincing about letting Summers back into school across
his mind. Except in
this case he was asking Snyder if he needed convincing
he was going to be
Rupert?fs special slave. He imagined Rupert spinning him
around and slamming
him against the filing cabinet.
Rupert pulled his pants down, and rammed
3 fingers up Snyder's butt. "Do you
like this you little gnome? You think you
can stick your nose into everyone
else's business and NOT get punished?" He
began to pump 3 fingers in and out
of the principal?fs arsehole. He pushed
him towards the desk, and forced
Snyder to stand yet sprawl all over the desk
in front of him.
"I see you've been eating Chinese in your office,
gnome." Giles growled.
"I... I... I was hungry last night...
"
Giles slapped Snyder?fs butt hard, leaving a red mark. "DID I SAY YOU
COULD
SPEAK BITCH?" Giles asked in a very cold tone.
"No, I I..."
Snyder yelped as he was slapped yet again.
"I... Did... not... give...
you... permission... to... speak... BITCH." Each
word was emphasized with a
hard slap to Snyder?fs arse.
"You want me to use you, and discarded you
like the piece of dung you are,
don't you Snyder?"
When Snyder didn't
answer Giles ran his hand gently over the principal's
rump. "Much better. You
may speak."
"Yes Rupert. I want you to use me in anyway you want."
Snyder?fs cock was
growing uncomfortably harder as he bent across the desk.
Giles chuckled as
he saw the discomfort Snyder was in, then his look became
thoughtful.
"Snyderbitch, do you have any condoms? You may
answer."
Snyder nodded, and reached into the draw pulling out a pack of
12. Giles
laughed darkly, "you have high hopes. When is the expiry date on
these?
2005? Oh they should last you nicely then."
Giles stopped
laughing and picked up the chopsticks lying next to the box of
Chinese food.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. He then reached for the
sticky tape, and
taped the 2 chopsticks together.
"Bitch, are these your chopsticks? They
don't look like take-away throw-away
chopsticks. Answer me!"
"Yes...
I... I'm afraid of splinters.... so I bought them. They are thicker
than
normal chopstick which makes it easier for me to use." Snyder replied
his
legs were starting to hurt now, from standing at an awkward angle for
too
long. He whimpered, and was rewarded with a sharp slap.
"Shut up bitch.
You know these are cute. I like the personal touch, of the
red writing on
black. Heh only you would engrave your chopsticks with your
name. I might
take them with me. After." Giles finished taping the 2
chopsticks together.
He ripped open a green foil packet, and walked around
to the other side of
the desk so he could see Snyder's face. He placed the
tip of the condom over
the chopsticks, and with a Ripperish grin told Snyder
to roll it on. Snyder
complied, his mouth pushing down on the chopsticks as
if it was someone's
skinny cock he was trying to entice into hardness. He
ran his tongue around
the mint flavoured condom and moaned.
Giles quickly pulled the chopsticks
out of Snyder's mouth, and walked back
around to where Snyder's white arse
was mooning him. He ran the condomed
chopsticks over Snyder?fs butt making
his skin tingle before slowly pushing
them into the principals
arsehole.
Giles pushed the chopsticks in and out, all the while listening
to the
moaning of the little gnome in front of him. He felt Snyder's
sphincter
muscles gripping tighter around the wooden sticks. Giles glanced
around the
room, and his eyes fell upon a confiscated pair of drumsticks. He
tilted his
head and said "Hmmm" He pushed the chopsticks even deeper into
Snyder, who
was meeting him with thrust for thrust.
"Stay still Bitch.
Do you understand?? Answer." Giles barked.
"Yes... Master." with that
Giles hit the chopsticks so hard there was hardly
any wood still showing
outside of him.
"You will call me MASTER RIPPER if you must call me
anything. Is that clear,
slut? Answer."
"Y-Y-Yes Master Ripper." Giles
pulled the food stickers out a little further
again, so as not to cause
permanent damage to the little gnome. He mused for
a second thinking about
what nice creatures gnomes were and he was doing
them an injustice thinking
of Snyder as a gnome.
He repeated the sticky tape procedure with the
drumsticks, and walked around
in front of Snyder again. He ripped open
another condom packet. "Hmm
Strawberry this time I think." He shoved the
strawberry flavoured latex
covered drumsticks in Snyder?fs mouth. Master
Ripper leaned down his face
very close to Snyder. So close the little slave
could feel his breath on his
skin.
"Suck on my stick, worm." Master
Ripper commanded. "Suck like you are
sucking on a big thick juicy cock. Suck
like you are going to be swallowing
a gallon of cum at any
second."
Snyder sucked so hard on the drumsticks in his mouth, imagining
it was
Master Ripper's cock inside his mouth.
Suddenly he was sucking
on nothing, and had to try hard not to have a
coughing fit. He managed to
suppress the fit, but looked up to see why
Master Ripper had taken his toy
away. He was rewarded with a back hander
that made his ears ring.
"DID
I SAY YOU COULD LOOK AT ME? YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITHOUT MY
PERMISSION."
Master Ripper spat out the last word as if it left a bad taste
in his mouth,
"SLUT!"
Snyder looked straight back down at the desk, and whimpered as he
felt
Master Ripper remove the bamboo eating utensils from his arse. Master
Ripper
quickly replaced them with the much thicker drumsticks, before he
walked
around back in front of Snyder.
"You want to taste you're own
arse, don't you bitch? You want to know what
your arsehole tastes like. Look
at me!"
Snyder raised his eyes, to meet the contempt in the librarians.
He nodded
slightly; not knowing if that would get him hit again. Master
Ripper smiled
Ripperishly, and pushed the chopsticks into Snyder's
mouth.
"I wonder if it will still taste minty." he mused out
loud.
Master Ripper jumped, as there was a knock at the door. He shrugged
at
Snyder and went to see whom it was.
He opened the door to find a
rather peculiar looking vampire. Dear god a
VAMPIRE?? Ripper took a step
backwards, he'd never seen *anyone* dressed
this strangely. The vampire was
in game face, already making it look uglier
than normal. He had a pink
feather boa wrapped around his neck, he stunk of
coffee, which would explain
the coffee grounds looking stuff sprinkled all
over him. He held out a jar of
what looked like some of the cafeteria's
mystery stew and looking at Master
Ripper, who at this moment was looking
rather more like a baffled Giles, than
Master Ripper said "Alas Poor Yorick
I knew him Horatio... and then he ate
this stew and now he's gone... dead...
dead as a door nail. Vampires in
Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace" As the
Vampire turned to leave Giles noticed
he had a stuffed echidna tucked under
one arm. 'Now THAT'S something you
don't see every day he thought before he
turned, with the stew in hand and
went back to his fun and games with
Snyder.
He rammed the drumsticks
in and out of Snyder's butt a few more times, and
then removed them
completely. Snyder whimpered again as he felt his muscles
close over
nothing.
"Lie down on the desk! Face up." Master Ripper
instructed.
Principal Snyder rushed to comply, and his adoring eyes gazed
into those of
his master. Ripper pulled the chopsticks out of Snyder's mouth,
removed the
condom and slipped them into his jacket pocket. Master Ripper
dipped the
drumsticks into the jar of the mystery stew from the cafeteria; he
vaguely
wondered what went into it. It smelt remarkably like urine, Ripper
shuddered
and shrugged. He scooped up some of the cold stew and fed it to
Snyder who
was taking it like a baby. Doing anything he was told without
complaining so
Master Ripper hit him hard just because he was annoyed Snyder
was a
sniveling little git.
"Do you want more, you sniveling little
git?? Do you want more of this
lovely stew that the lunch lady pissed in when
she heard you would be eating
it?? Answer me NOW!"
"Yes, Master
Ripper.. I I want all of it." Snyder sniveled. Master Ripper
grinned and
poured the rest of the jar down Snyder's face, and laughed
evilly as he saw
Snyder start to choke on the muck.
Snyder awoke with a start. He was
still sitting in his office, with his
pants around his ankles but Master
Ripper was no-where to be seen. He was a
little embarrassed as he'd realized
he'd been stroking himself as he dozed
and cum was all over his desk. He
grabbed a box of tissues, and threw the
rest of last nights Chinese in the
bin. He cleaned up the best he could. He
glanced at the clock and was stunned
to realize it was evening, and everyone
would have left the school by now. He
wouldn't have a chance to watch Ruppy
walk down the corridor
tonight.
Meanwhile, back in Giles' apartment Buffy was looking
through his drawers,
looking for a set of chopsticks for the Chinese they'd
ordered. They'd
already broken the 3 pairs that had come with dinner. She
pulled out a pair
of black chopsticks and called out to her watcher, "Hey,
Giles why do you
have a pair of Chopsticks with Snyder's name
engraved?"
Master Ripper just chuckled.
"Never mind Buffy... We'll
just use forks."
**THE END** |