by D J Heart
Sam breathed out. A schedule was good. At least he wouldn’t be spending his nights getting gang banged. Maybe, if they took turns and played nice, he could handle this.
Not that he had a choice.
Sam tried to imagine what his life was going to be like from now on. Would he get attached and fall in love with his new pack, or would he end up like his aunt, miserable and bitter, spending every day longing for an escape?
Maybe the werewolves wouldn’t be so bad, he thought to himself. He would have to make the best of it.
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Niceties apparently dispensed with, David took a hold of Sam’s wrist and pulled him off the couch. He led him down a long hallway, his pack following, and into a large room dominated by a sumptuous breeding bench. It was thickly padded and covered in supple black leather.
The sight of it startled Sam. For some reason he had expected a bed, but maybe this would be more comfortable. At least the bench looked well padded.
The rest of his new alphas followed them into the room and lined themselves up against the wall, surrounding the single piece of furniture.
“Take off your clothes, please, and follow Jack into the bathroom,” David instructed. Sam stood frozen, breaths coming fast and hard, his hands moving quickly to pull off his shirt when Max unfolded his arms and looked like he was about to move towards him.
Once his shirt was on the floor, Sam moved his hands to his fly, opening the buttons one by one. He pulled down his pants and underwear in one go, clumsily stepping out of the tangled mess of fabric and shoes. Hands shielding his hard cock, Sam started to move towards Jack. The young alpha was smiling congenially, but his eyes burned with lust.
“A messy omega is a bad omega, Sam. Are you a bad omega?” David asked, and Sam froze. Max looked pointedly at the pile of clothes on the floor, his arms crossed, and Sam understood.
Dropping down, he folded his clothes and placed them over his shoes, taking them with him as he hurried towards Jack who was waiting by the bathroom door.
“Just put those in the hamper over there,” Jack said, pointing towards a laundry bin.
Sam did as instructed and wondered what to do next.
Jack smiled and told him to get in the shower and clean himself using plenty of soap. Sam complied, stepping under the spray and scrubbing vigorously. The warm water felt good, and the soap had a spicy scent that reminded him of alpha.
Cleaning his rock hard cock and over his hole, Sam couldn’t contain his gasp of pleasure. He wanted to make himself come so bad, but he knew instinctively that he shouldn’t.
“I need you to turn around and bend over,” Jack said, startling him. The young alpha was standing right by the shower, and Sam didn’t even think about hesitating. He bent over and showed the alpha his ass, feeling slutty and dirty and wonderful.
“Good, now pull your cheeks apart.”
Sam reached back and pulled his cheeks apart to expose his hole. Suddenly he felt empty inside, and the thought of being filled with Jack’s cock was enough to have him panting.
But he was disappointed. Jack didn’t fuck him. Instead he inserted something lubed and thin into Sam’s ass, and before he could wonder what it was, water started flowing inside of him.
An enema. Sam clenched down on the nozzle, humiliated.
“It’s going to feel a little full and uncomfortable, but just breathe through it,” Jack instructed. He rubbed Sam’s belly soothingly as it started cramping from the watery intrusion.
The pressure in Sam’s bowels steadily increased, and Sam wondered how much more he could take before Jack turned the water off and told him to hold it.
“I’m not sure I can hold it,” he admitted when it felt like he was going to burst. He was clenching for all he was worth, but Jack just smiled and told him that, yes, he could. It was an infuriating response, but in the end Jack was right. The water flowed for another thirty seconds, and a bloated Sam was led over to the toilet.
After a blissful release they repeated the process three more times. The water was as clear on the fourth go as it had been on the first.
Sam was a bit unsure why he needed an enema. After all, an omega’s rectum was kept clean by the secretions that washed away any trace after a bowel movement. But Jack explained, blushing furiously, that the amount of cum they were about to pump into Sam necessitated his bowels be emptied in advance.
Once Sam was done being scrubbed clean, inside and out, Jack lead him back into the breeding room and handed him over to Max.
Sam looked up at the huge alpha, desire warring with pure, unadulterated fear. There was nothing reassuring or nice about the way Max looked at him.
“I’m going to get you settled,” the huge alpha said. Before Sam could respond, Max lifted him by his waist and placed him belly down on the cool leather of the bench. His skin was still slightly damp from the shower, and it felt like he was sticking to the soft leather.
Breathing hard, Sam’s pulse throbbed in his ears as Max pulled his legs apart and strapped them into place. One by one the remaining straps were pulled tight—over his ankles, knees, thighs, waist, then under his arms and over his back—the tightness making it hard to fill his lungs with air.
“It’s too tight,” he said, starting to panic, but Max just ran a finger under the heavy leather strap, found it to his satisfaction, and continued strapping him down. Soon Sam’s arms were completely immobile, hugging the bench, and he was fighting to get enough oxygen.
“Settle,” Max commanded, rubbing Sam’s back briskly as his other huge hand gently pushed Sam’s face down into a circular hole facing the floor. He pulled the last strap tight over the back of Sam’s head, completely immobilizing him.
Taking quick, shallow breaths, Sam tried to relax into the bonds. So far nothing hurt and no effort had been made to be particularly cruel to him.
Calming down, Sam was surprised to discover that he was more turned on than ever. His hole felt empty, and if he could he would have pushed his ass back and up in shameless invitation.
Max laughed, rubbing his hand over Sam’s ass before stepping back.
“Bitch is gagging for it,” he said, amusement and heat coloring his voice.
A few seconds passed, and then Sam heard someone approach the bench. He held his breath, hoping and praying that whoever it was would do something to quench the thirsty fire flowing through his veins.
He felt something warm and blunt and hard pressing against his hole, and it was like the world stopped. Thick and blunt, the cock pressing for entry triggered something inside of him, and before he knew it his internal glands started secreting slick with an unprecedented vigor. He felt wet and ready, and when the alpha just stayed there, he keened in desperate need.
“Relax and submit,” the alpha at his back said. It was David. “For tonight you have permission to come at your own discretion.”
He sounded amused, but his voice was rough and deeper than it had been before, so Sam knew that he was just as affected by what he was about to do as Sam.
Although the pack leader’s cock had been gently pressing on his hole for well over a minute, Sam was still surprised when it slipped in. The intrusion was excruciatingly painful, but Sam didn’t care. This was what he was made for.
That didn’t stop him from crying out.
David continued to press forward inch by painful inch until Sam could feel the man’s hips against his ass, and the knowledge that he’d taken his alpha inside of him eclipsed any pain that Sam might be feeling. He let out a moan, squeezing down on the cock inside of him.
“Oh, but you are a good boy, Sam” David purred, jolting Sam by raking what felt like claws down his back and over his ass. The reminder that his new mate was a werewolf made Sam’s belly clench with excited arousal.
With a grunt, David grabbed Sam’s hips and pulled his cock almost all the way out and slammed it back in, hard. Sam screamed as his limbs struggled against the thick leather holding him down, pain momentarily overwhelmin
g pleasure. David did it again, but this time Sam was ready. He squeezed down just as David buried himself to the hilt, and David’s rhythm stuttered.
The small victory was delicious.
Sweat running down his brow, Sam tried to adjust to the cock moving in and out at a faster and faster pace. After a few minutes, it felt like his hole relaxed and the pain went away.
Sam moaned. Each thrust of David’s cock felt like heaven, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel the muscular alpha’s body pinning him. Wanted to feel crushed and owned and protected. The bench was artificial and not at all a substitute for David’s strong arms.
But he wouldn’t complain. He would take what he was given like a good omega.
“Such. A. Good. Boy!” David grunted, emphasizing each word with a thrust more brutal than the last. Sam keened and tried to thrust his hips back to meet the unyielding cock.
Sam had never felt so full. It was amazing. More than amazing. Necessary. Vital. Sam felt almost feral.
David’s rhythm suddenly sped up, and Sam held his breath. Each thrust of the alpha’s cock jabbed into his prostate, and before he knew it he was coming so hard that it felt like his balls were being pulled into his body.
Then he felt it. David pushed all the way in with a final grunt, suddenly going silent, shooting his load.
Stars danced behind Sam’s eyes, the base of David’s cock growing rapidly, plugging him tight as load after load of cum was lodged inside of him.
“Take it!” David snarled, hands undoing the strap on Sam’s head. He grabbed Sam by the hair and yanked his head back, exposing his neck. Sam knew what was coming. He braced himself for the pain.
“Mine,” he growled, sounding drunk. Then he bit down on Sam’s neck, claiming him.
The pain was blinding. The feeling of being stuffed and filled and claimed converged to overwhelm Sam completely.
This was it. He had been knotted and claimed. Until the day he died he would be addicted to his alpha’s cum. Would crave it. Would be a mindless slave for it. His fate was sealed.
The sight of a cum starved bonded omega was not a pretty sight, and Sam could only hope that his new alphas would not use his addiction against him. That they would let him have his fill with dignity.
Fat chance.
When Sam came to his head was still free, and he could feel blood still trickling down his wound. David teased at the bite with his tongue.
“So good for me,” the alpha muttered, stroking Sam with frantic motions as he continued to sporadically shoot more cum into his helpless body.
After what felt like an eternity, David’s knot shrunk to the point where he could pull it out with a painful plop, cum gushing down Sam’s thighs and over his balls and cock.
He felt sticky and hot and wonderful.
“Hunter, I do believe it’s your turn,” David said, sounding breathless and content. Before Sam could even process the words, his mind still hazy and confused, Hunter came up behind him and fucked into him like he couldn’t wait another second.
Where David had seemed utterly controlled and precise, Hunter was frantic and all over the place. His cock never went in at the same angle, each thrust hitting an unfamiliar place inside of him. And where David had been relentless in his aim of Sam’s prostate, Hunter only managed, or cared, to hit it sporadically.
“So good for me. Mine. My good boy, so good,” Hunter muttered as he let his upper body come to rest on top of Sam, all his weight coming down on Sam’s back as he rocked brutally in and out of his ass.
The sensation of being taken overwhelmed Sam again. Hunter’s weight was making it harder and harder to inhale and fill his chest properly, and he was getting light headed.
Or maybe that was just part of getting fucked for the second time in his life by a freakin werewolf.
With a grunt of dismay, Sam noticed that the weight on his back was still clothed, the cotton of Hunter’s shirt rubbing him grotesquely and depriving him of his alpha’s skin. The hands clenching his ass, moving up his back and touching him fervently, were gloved in supple leather.
Hunter’s touch was too smooth, the silky softness of leather no substitute for calloused hands. Sam wanted to feel him, and he didn’t understand why he was being denied.
When Hunter thrust his hips forward, large leather-clad hands clenching him bruisingly, Sam felt pant covered thighs slap against his ass—like Hunter hadn’t even bothered to undress.
Why would his alpha not even bother to take his clothes off? And why had he put on gloves? The wrongness of it all, the haste, the desperation, made something in Sam’s belly curdle.
Desperately, Sam tried to move his ass up to meet Hunter’s cock, reassuring himself that while his alpha was not giving him everything, he was giving him his knot.
When Hunter finally exploded into orgasm his shaft was not fully lodged inside Sam’s reluctant hole, swelling just outside his abused rim. Sam panicked, struggling against his bonds, desperate for the knot and terrified of having it pushed inside.
“Stop it!” he screamed desperately as Hunter pushed the bulging mass inside of him, earning a vicious growl and set of teeth firmly lodged in his shoulder for his trouble. Gritting his teeth, Sam let the werewolf do his thing, hoping not to aggravate him further. The bite was painful and much deeper than David’s precise mark.
“So good,” Hunter told him as he withdrew his teeth and started licking at the wound. The litany of praise continued as Hunter lay on top of him, shooting him full of cum and licking at his second bite, gloved hands roaming over any part of him that he could touch, as though the sheer amount of skin he was touching could make up for not feeling it through the leather.
Panting heavily, Sam lay still. He focused on pulling air into his lungs and ignoring the alpha on top of him. But even though he was furious with Hunter for letting his knot swell outside of his ass, the praise made him feel inordinately good.
Eventually Hunter calmed down and just held him, knot throbbing inside him and filling him up even more. When it finally slid out, Hunter stumbled back and leaned against the wall like he’d been completely drained.
“My turn,” Max announced, lining up behind him. The huge man teased his hole with his cock, and just that contact let Sam know that the man was considerably bigger than either Hunter or David.
“I want to hear you begging for my knot,” Max whispered, leaning forward. His breath was hot and wet against Sam’s neck.
Letting his huge cock rest in the crease of Sam’s ass, Max used his large hands to knead the cheeks of Sam’s ass painfully.
“Please give me your knot,” Sam replied, deciding that not playing along was infinitely more scary than staying quiet and trying to preserve his non-existent dignity.
Max slapped his ass brutally, the unexpected pain putting tears in his eyes even as it made his balls pull up tight.
“That was pathetic!” Max growled, his hand coming down again, hitting the exact same spot on Sam’s ass. “Fucking beg for my cock, you little slut!”
Sam’s cock throbbed, confusing him. He couldn’t be enjoying this, could he?
“I need your cock, please knot me, please, please, please!” he yelled as Max continued spanking him. Blow after blow landed on his ass, overshadowing everything else. He didn’t know what he was pleading for, but it wasn’t for Max to stop.
“You little cunt, I’m going to fucking wreck you!” Max growled, sounding pleased. He brought his hand down again, this time closing his hand into a fist that connected with brutal impact. Sam screamed, the impact deep and bruising rather than sharp and stinging, but it was almost like he didn’t feel the pain. It felt like he was floating, and each brutal blow from Max’s hand just pushed him higher.
Max brought his fist down on his ass a second time, hitting the exact same spot. Sam keened, his cock weeping.
“David! You need to…” Sam heard Jack’s hesitant voice, quickly interrupted by Max.
“He can take it, Jack. The little
slut is made for this, see this?” Max grabbed Sam’s dick from underneath him and pulling it back, bending the hard little stiffy painfully. Sam whined, wishing Max would jerk him off. He’d already come once, but it felt like it had been months.
“See how hard he is? Omegas love pain. They’ll take anything as long as it ends with a gut full of cum.” Max slapped Sam’s dick with his open palm, making Sam scream when the tip of his fingers crashed into his tight little balls.
How the fuck was he enjoying this? It didn’t make sense.
Max repeated the motion, building up speed as his hits came harder and faster, tenderizing Sam’s erection, which for all the abuse he was suffering, refused to abate in the slightest.
