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The Alpha Pack

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by D J Heart


  Gasping for breath, fighting his bonds for all he was worth, Sam had never wanted something to end so badly while at the same time wishing it would never stop.

  “David!” Jack pleaded in a hushed tone, sounding anxious.

  “I think that’s enough for tonight,” David replied from somewhere behind them. Sam sagged in relief. His ass was hurting, his dick and balls were throbbing, and his hole felt wrecked.

  He had never felt so good.

  “Two down, four to go,” Max said, leaning down and speaking only to him. Sam froze. He felt wrecked and used, and though it was a good feeling, how was he supposed to take more?

  Before he had time to despair, Max rammed his monstrous tool into his hole with a deep laugh. Sam’s vision blacked out and he saw stars.

  How was his ass taking this?

  Max fucked him brutally, each thrust hitting a point deep inside that hurt every time the alpha bumped into it. With something like horror, Sam realized that in none of the forward thrusts was he feeling the huge alpha’s hips, meaning that he had yet to bury himself completely.

  The thought shouldn’t have excited him, but it did.

  With a menacing growl, Max let his weight fall onto Sam’s back. He was heavier than Hunter, and Sam had the breath knocked out of him. Grabbing the front of the bench for leverage, Max pulled himself down, deliberately crushing Sam into the bench.

  “I can’t wait to get you to myself,” the alpha purred, pushing impossibly deeper. “I’m going to play with your for hours. Make you fucking cry like the little cunt bitch you are. You want that? You want to be my good little pain-cunt?”

  Sam closed his eyes, terrified at the prospect of what Max might do to him when he had him to himself but unable to help his cock’s excited twitch.

  With an evil laugh, Max straightened himself and grabbed a hold of the end of the bench, slamming home. His cock hit that deep, painful point inside of Sam like a battering ram, forcing its way past the obstruction and making Sam accommodate him no matter how much it hurt.

  Sam shot his load for the second time, pressing his face into the bench as Max used him.

  “That’s it you little cunt. Take it all,” Max grunted, no longer pulling out as far, rocking in place with cruel little jabs. All Sam could do was hold on for the ride.

  Thankfully, Max pushed all the way inside before he came. His knot expanded like a nightmare, cock pumping Sam full of even more cum, making him feel bloated and full.

  With steady hands, Max grabbed Sam by the ear and twisted his head right and left, looking for a place to bite. He finally settled on a space right below David’s mark.

  Max’s bite was like David’s. Controlled and neat. Unlike the two previous alphas, the cop didn’t linger at the bite, seemingly satisfied after a few swipes of his broad tongue.

  But just because he had knotted and claimed Sam, that didn’t mean that Max was done tormenting him. He fondled Sam’s ass tenderly, massaging his red cheeks, running his fingers along the edge of Sam’s obscenely stretched hole and occasionally torturing him by trying to work one of his fingers past the base of his knot and inside Sam.

  It was a relief when Max finally pulled out and Logan came to take his turn. Both he and Aiden were unremarkable. Decent sized cocks rutting into Sam eagerly, knotting him without fanfare and claiming him by biting the unmarked area of his right shoulder. With the exception of Logan’s horrible habit of pulling at his knot, which resulted in Sam clenching his ass desperately to keep it in place, neither of the twins were particularly memorable.

  Sam was limp and fucked out, and though he felt sore, nothing the two alphas did really registered.

  By the end of Aiden’s turn, Sam was feeling relieved to be almost finished. His body felt wrecked, his gut felt like he’d been given a sperm enema, and his mind was a mess, but all in all he was holding up. He could take this.

  The last alpha to claim him was Jack. The young alpha, closest to him in age, came up behind him and put his hand reassuringly on Sam’s back.

  “I’m a little big, but I’ll go slow, okay?” he said as if Sam had any say in the matter. When Sam realized that Jack was actually waiting for him to reply, a small tendril of warmth and affection curled in his chest. He managed to push out a labored, “That’s okay.”

  Jack lined his cock up with Sam’s hole and Sam had to suppress a flinch, because the thing poking at him was more than a little big.

  “Deep breath,” Jack said as he pushed the head of his evil monster cock inside Sam’s wrecked hole. Despite his bonds, Sam struggled to get away. He was wrong. He couldn’t take this. He was tired and in pain, and all he wanted was to curl up somewhere safe and sleep for about a decade.

  “You can do it,” Jack told him breathlessly, his voice rough, pushing further in.

  After a few painful minutes of slow entry, Jack’s cock hit the spot that Max had so brutally battered past. The pain was intense and Sam started crying, big hulking sobs that shook his body.

  He was exhausted, and his instincts were telling him that he’d had enough. Five alphas had claimed him. More than that was just unreasonable. Jack was hurting him, but it wasn’t pushing him into the weird floaty place that Max had taken him.

  “I’m not moving!” Jack cried, pulling back a little. Sam was glad that it was Jack who had been gifted with the monster snake and not one of the others. None of them would have stopped just because the pain suddenly increased exponentially.

  “He’s fine, just a little emotional,” David said, stepping up behind Jack. Sam strained his neck to see, but Max came forward and grabbed his head, quickly shoving a gag in his mouth before forcing his head into the hole and tightening the strap over his head.

  Somehow, the gag helped. He felt his body go weightless again, Max’s cruel hand resting on the back of his head seeming to drain the pain away.

  He could do this.

  Breathing through his nose, Sam only half heard Jack’s indignant cry of, “Stop pushing me!”

  Jack’s monster tool pushed past the obstruction inside of him, fast and hard, and for a second Sam felt like he was falling.

  Then he passed out.

  ***

  Sam came to with something that felt like a basketball inside of him and Jack licking lazily at a new bite on his neck. His head was no longer strapped down and his mouth was gag free, and though his ass hurt like nothing he had ever felt before, at least he was in the home stretch.

  He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. The sense of accomplishment was weird and unexpected.

  Sam must have passed out again, because he suddenly realized that his ass was free of cock. The emptiness was as overwhelming and heartbreaking as it was relieving.

  Max was carrying him, being weirdly gentle, into the bathroom where Jack had given him the enema. The huge alpha was naked, lifting Sam toward the bathtub and climbing inside. He settled Sam on his lap with a sigh, leaning back and curling an arm around Sam’s waist.

  The hot water made Sam hiss in pain as it hit his abused hole.

  “You did a good job,” Max said, his deep voice vibrating delightfully. Sam relaxed into his arms before he caught himself, remembering how cruel the alpha had been and how he had made Sam love every second of it.

  Max pulled him right back against his chest.

  “If you don’t behave, I’m going to punish you. Do you understand?” Max said, his muscular arm curling around Sam’s neck. He held his arm there, threatening, until Sam nodded. Then he relaxed and picked up the soap, sliding it down over Sam’s chest.

  “Hurry up, we want to sleep!” Sam heard one of the twins yell from just outside, but Max didn’t change his pace or respond.

  Sam couldn’t believe that the man now taking care of him was the same one who had called him a cunt and promised to make him cry. But he was enjoying himself, his mind and body weary beyond anything he had ever experienced, and he wasn’t going to complain about something that felt so good.

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sp; Much too soon they were stepping out of the tub. Max dried them off with a stiff, rough towel that felt horrible on Sam’s sensitive skin, and without thinking Sam tried to push the rough towel away. He was rewarded with a harsh slap on his ass.

  “Be a good boy,” Max warned, not letting up his ministrations. Sam stilled and let himself be dried off.

  He was then carried back through the breeding room, the smell of sex heavy in the air, and into the room opposite the wide hallway—which turned out to be a large bedroom dominated by the biggest bed Sam had ever seen. The rest of the alphas milled around the room, all looking freshly showered, and Sam realized that they would all sleep together.

  Max placed him on the center of the bed, climbing in after him. The rest of the alphas pulled off their clothes and crawled in, arranging themselves around Sam, once again overwhelming him with the sheer amount of alpha. It wasn’t long, however, before he gave in to the warmth and sleepiness and drifted off.

  He wondered what tomorrow would bring.

  ***

  Sam

  Sam woke up because he was hot and had to pee. He blinked his eyes open, confused by his unfamiliar surroundings, and a few tense seconds passed before he remembered.

  He’d been claimed by the alpha pack.

  Taking stock of his situation he tried not to panic. There was an alpha behind him, breathing into his neck and hugging him like an oversized teddy bear, and Sam could feel something large and hot and heavy resting in the tight space between his thighs. Judging by how big that something was, it either belonged to Jack or Max.

  He hoped it was Jack.

  Forcing himself to relax, Sam used the breathing technique his third grade teacher had taught him to stave off the panic attack he knew was due any second. He just needed to remind himself that the worst was over. Alphas were at their most feral and out of control when claiming an omega, and that part was over and done with.

  Focusing on his breathing, drawing the air in through his nose and counting to three before letting it out slowly, Sam managed to calm down. He kept on breathing, needing the distraction.

  The cock pressing in between his thighs was just so huge.

  Thinking about how much it had hurt going inside him made him shudder, but still there was a part of him that wanted to feel it again—wanted to feel it plugging him up and flooding his insides with so much come that he could hardly breathe.

  As he wondered how that could possibly be—why his instincts were so fucked up—Sam realized with a start that he wasn’t hurting. The pressure in his bladder was becoming unbearable, but other than that he was fine. The discovery was almost enough to make him forget the alpha at his back and the fact that he was just minutes away from wetting the bed.

  Why wasn’t he in agony? His hole had been brutalized by six alphas, and they’d treated his neck like a fucking chew toy. He shouldn’t be feeling this relaxed.

  Had they drugged him? Sam didn’t think so. He didn’t feel drugged, at least.

  But the mystery of why he wasn’t in pain would have to wait. Somehow he didn’t think that David would be happy if he peed all over his sheets and mattress.

  Dislodging the arm around his waist was surprisingly easy. Sam sat up and scooted back. The only light in the room was coming in through the bedroom door, the windows covered by heavy blackout curtains, but the profile of Jack’s distinctive nose was clearly visible.

  The rest of the alphas were spread out on the huge bed, and there was more than enough room between them that Sam could stand up and tiptoe off the bed.

  They were surprisingly heavy sleepers.

  Feet hitting the floor, Sam let out a breath of relief. He hurried across the room and pushed open the door, stepping out into the hallway. Since the only bathroom he knew about was the one attached to the breeding room, that’s where he went.

  His stomach flipped when he passed the gleaming bench where he had been strapped down and claimed. He could practically feel the smooth leather against his skin and the huge knots fucking him open. Looking away, a full body shudder running through him, he moved into the bathroom and headed straight for the toilet.

  Relaxing his bladder had never felt so good.

  When he was done, he gave his cock a little shake and turned around to wash his hands… and almost had a heart attack.

  Max was standing in the doorway.

  The alpha was dressed for work in a full alpha-unit uniform, and it was the most intimidating thing Sam had ever seen. Almost like a leather racing suit, it clung to Max’s muscular body like a second skin. The stark black leather gleamed under the soft bathroom lighting, and Sam couldn’t help but stare at the scary looking nightstick hanging off the wide utility belt cinched around Max’s waist.

  Arms crossed over his chest, Max just stood there and smiled.

  "You’re up," Max said, leaning against the doorway. His body language was relaxed and unthreatening.

  Sam nodded. His mouth felt dry.

  "Just to piss or are you staying up?" Max raised his eyebrow, looking amused.

  "I’m just… I’m not really tired."

  Sam licked his lips, acutely aware of how naked he was. Looking away from Max he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

  He couldn’t help but stare.

  His neck and throat looked like he’d been mauled by a pack of wolves—six months ago. The scars were still red and fresh, but they were scars. Nothing at all like the fresh bites Sam had expected.

  "They look good, don’t they?" Max said, straightening his body and walking toward him. He didn’t stop until he was standing right in front of Sam, looking down at him from his towering height. He reached out and grabbed Sam’s jaw, tilting his head and sliding his hand down over the scarred skin. "And you healed nicely."

  Sam swallowed, hardly able to breathe with Max touching him like this. There was a need inside of him that he’d never felt before. Before he knew what he was doing he lifted his hands and placed them on the alpha’s hips. Warm, buttery soft leather met his fingers, and Sam felt a tingle low in his stomach.

  It felt like he wasn’t even in control of his own body.

  "None of that," Max laughed, stepping away. He grabbed Sam by the neck and started walking him out of the room. "Let’s get some food in you before I go to work. You like oatmeal?"

  Sam nodded, dazed. Max squeezed down on his neck and he shuddered.

  "Good. We’ll eat and have a little talk. Last night was fun, but everyone was pretty riled up. I don’t want you thinking we’re normally that… feral."

  Max grinned as he said it, steering Sam into a huge kitchen. The room was decorated in glass and chrome, with granite countertops and a kitchen table big enough to seat twelve people. Huge windows on the wall opposite the counters looked out over the city below, letting in the morning sun.

  "Sit here. I’ll get our food," Max said, leading Sam to a chair on the end of the table. Sam sat down, watching as Max walked away. The alpha’s leather uniform was pulled tight over his muscular ass and shoulders, and Sam wondered if the uniform was supposed to be so sexual or if it was just him.

  When Max turned around, Sam’s eyes going right to the bulge in his crotch, he knew it had to be intentional. No one made anything that tight unless they were showing off the goods.

  Then again, Sam was an omega. The average beta might find the sight of all that muscle and cock intimidating rather than hot.

  "You’re a horny little fucker, aren’t you?" Max said, smirking as he carried two bowls over to the table. Sam startled, a blush heating his face as he realized how blatantly he’d been staring. He looked up at Max’s face, but the alpha just looked amused.

  He seemed so different from the stern asshole who’d laughed as he tortured Sam’s ass and balls the night before.

  "Sorry," Sam mumbled, not sure how he was supposed to act. Max put an empty bowl down in front of him and scooped a generous helping of oatmeal into it from the second bowl. He’d obviously made breakfast fo
r himself and was now sharing it with Sam.

  The thought made something warm and pleasant blossom in Sam’s chest.

  "Thank you." Sam grabbed his spoon and held it in front of his face, waiting until Max sat down before shoving it in his mouth.

  It was too hot, but Sam didn’t care. He suddenly felt like he was starving. He dipped his spoon into the bowl again, pushing it back into his mouth with a moan.

  "Good?" Max asked, picking up his own spoon and started eating. He was smiling, looking at Sam like he was an amusing puppy being cute.

 

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