by Maggie Walsh
When his fathers had first told him they thought he might be a mix with gamma, Bo had rejected the idea right away, afraid of the total submission he saw the other gammas giving their lovers, and he had continued to fight it and deny it until that moment. Once he accepted it and embraced the gamma side of his wolf, everything fell into place and he felt at peace.
After all the activities of the past twenty-four hours, Bo was exhausted and slept peacefully with the larger wolf knotted inside his own wolf. It had been the best sleep of his life and Bo didn’t want to move. He was slightly aware of being moved and the dominant wolf moving away, then felt strong arms lift him from the ground and begin to carry him. He had allowed his wolf to shift while in those arms, then wrapped his hands around Jag’s neck as he rested his head against a hard chest and let sleep come.
Now a new heat was building inside him, making his cock come back to life and filling him with need. He wanted to be filled by his mate’s cock and pounded into the earth again. He wanted to give his body to Jag and get lost in their bodies joining.
A warm wetness engulfed his cock and Bo arched his back as he gasped. Lips wrapped around the helmet and began to suck as a tongue speared into the small hole at the tip. “Fuck,” he hissed from the pleasure.
Bo opened his eyes and lifted his head, trying to look down to see his mate, but found that he had very little neck movement. Although he did raise his head and could see the top of Jag’s head bouncing up and down over his cock, that was all the movement he had.
He suddenly realized he wasn’t outside anymore, but he also wasn’t in his bed, or the guest room where Jag had slept the night before. His body felt suspended. Bo turned his head, looking around him the best he could and a smile crossed his lips when he found that he was strapped to the leather swing that sat in the corner of the cabin’s playroom. Nobody but the alpha and his mate, Caleb’s parents had ever used this room before, but when they were younger he and his friends had peeked in a few times. The thought of being caught by the alpha scared him momentarily until he realized that wouldn’t happen seeing as Alpha York now lived in one of the Southern packs, so he and Jag were free to play.
He pulled on his limbs as he looked to each to find his hands tied together over his head and attached to the chain there that secured the sling to the ceiling. His ankles were placed in cloth loops that also hung from the ceiling, leaving him wide open and completely exposed. How the hell his mate had managed all of this while he slept Bo had no idea, but he fucking loved it.
The mouth that sucked his cock now slid off and Bo looked down just as Jag straightened, his eyes glowing with happiness as Jag smiled at him. “You’re finally awake, pet. Good, because I was starting to get lonely.”
“I’m sorry, mate. I guess with everything going on, I was more tired than I thought,” he replied.
“I’m not surprised, but know that you have nothing to apologize for. You are amazing, my mate, and I can’t wait to claim you and finish our bond. Are you up for some fun?” Jag asked mischievously, giving him a wicked smirk.
Bo looked down at his hard, aching cock, then back to his mate and smiled. “I’m up. And I’m game and ready to be yours.”
Jag hummed as he replied, “Best words I have ever heard.” Jag placed a hand on his inner thigh and started a soft stroke across his skin, the sensation bringing goosebumps to his flesh. Slowly, silently, Jag moved around him, touching, caressing, licking as he went. Jag moved around his side, then leaned over and took one of his nipples between his teeth and bit gently causing Bo to arch and hiss. Gods it felt so good.
“Have you ever thought of piercing your nipples, pet, like you have your delicious cock?” Jag whispered against his skin, the warmth of his breath against the wetness left behind from Jag’s mouth felt amazing.
“Yes,” he said on a sigh. “I was thinking about doing them for my birthday.”
“Mmm, so I get to pierce these pretty little nubs, huh? It must be my birthday too then, because I couldn’t think of a more perfect gift than to pierce my man’s nipples and put my own personal rings in them to show the world you are now mine. Unfortunately I don’t think we have the supplies we need here, so we’ll have to wait until we get home.”
“Gods yes. I want to wear your rings, mate.” The thought of getting his nipples pierced and wearing Jag’s rings thrilled him. To a certain extent it would give him the feeling as if they were married, even though a wolf claiming their true mate was so much more than that, it still excited him.
Jag leaned over him and thrust his fingers through Bo’s hair on the side and gripped his head, then lowered his face so they were an inch apart and he was staring into the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. “And I will wear your ring, mate. When we get home, I will pierce your pretty nips and mine, then I will pierce my cock with a Prince Albert just like yours, so that when I fuck your pretty hole, it will rub against your tunnel so good, it will drive you insane just like yours did to me.”
Bo whimpered from the promise and the images that now filled his head. To feel Jag’s extra-large cock up his ass was mind-blowing already, but to then experience his mate’s cock with a Prince Albert was too much. He couldn’t wait.
“Mmm, that thought thrills you, doesn’t it?” Jag asked, then licked a line up his cheek.
“Fuck yes! I want you inside me. It’s been way too long and my body misses you. It craves you,” Bo confessed.
Jag looked into his eyes again and Bo saw the pleasure his words brought to his mate. “That night was the best night of my life, until now. Tonight, we will make that one pale in comparison. In this room or any other playroom or our bedroom at home, you are my pet and I will take you however and wherever I want. You will give yourself to me fully and completely, no questions asked, and I promise you I will never hurt you, or do anything you don’t want. All you have to do is tell me that you don’t want to and I won’t, but we will talk about why and see if we can come to an agreement. I will never break your trust in me, mate. You have my complete loyalty and devotion. That is my promise to you for your gift of submission. You will always be safe with me.”
Jag’s promise brought tears to his eyes and Bo hadn’t realized that even though he had already accepted his place at Jag’s feet and by his side, he still needed to hear those words. He gave Jag a smile he knew the man would know meant he appreciated his words and promise. “I am yours to do as you will, Master. Take me.”
His words set Jag off, because as he said them Jag’s eyes glowed with his wolf and Jag gripped his hair harder, then pressed his lips to Bo’s and thrust his tongue deep into Bo’s throat, forcing his dominance on him. Bo got lost in the kiss, his mind swirling as he relaxed and let Jag control him and take as he wished.
Jag pulled away and stood, leaving Bo panting and wanting more. He watched as his mate crossed the room to the toy cabinet and opened it. Bo knew that Dell had thrown everything away and replaced all the toys with news ones after his parents moved away, because he was the one to supply them. He also knew there were many of them all covered in sterile wrappers, so anyone who wanted to use them would know they were fresh and unused.
He heard some wrinkling of the familiar plastic he used to cover his items and smiled. The anticipation of what his mate would do to him increased and Bo found his heart racing. So many images crossed his mind, each building his desire higher.
“Close your eyes, pet,” Jag ordered, his back still toward Bo.
He did as his Master instructed and closed his eyes, waiting, his breath coming faster to match the beat of his heart. His cock began to leak and the drips that rolled down the side of his shaft caused a shiver to race down his spine. Footsteps came closer and his body thrummed, wanting to know what would happen. He fought the urge to peek, knowing it wouldn’t please his man.
Bo flinched slightly, causing the sling he lay on to swing a little when a wet finger touched his hole and began to rim him, and he realized it was his mate’s finger
. The digit slowly circled around and around, teasing him before it slid inside fully and continued to circle.
The fire built inside as another finger was added, then another. When a fourth joined in, Bo pressed his eyes closed tight. Not that he was in any pain, or was afraid Jag would hurt him, but because he was dying to look. Jag was spending so much time opening and preparing him, Bo was anxious to know what toy his Master had chosen, and he knew Jag had taken something.
A tug came to his guiche and Bo arched from the sensation. He loved playing with the piercing.
The things it did to him were like no other. All of his metal brought him different pleasures to different regions and each was mind blowing. When the tug happened again, Bo realized Jag must have slid his thumb through the loop and an image of that along with four fingers fucking him came to mind, and Bo cried out.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jag asked, but Bo knew it didn’t require an answer, so he said nothing, but moaned deeply letting his lover know he agreed.
The fingers slid from his body and Bo objected, gaining him a slap to the ass and he cried out again. “Ah! Fuck!”
“Remember, pet, you are mine to do with as I will, what I will, and in my own time. But I think maybe one of your special gags may be called for. Don’t worry, I’m far from done with you,”
Jag said, then Bo heard him move away.
A few minutes later he was back, but now stood by Bo’s head. “Open your eyes, pet.”
Bo opened his eyes and moaned when he saw one of the medium sized cock gags in Jag’s hand.
“Since the moment you showed me one of these, it has been a recurring dream to see what you would look like with one in your sweet mouth, stretching your lips wide. If I like it, don’t be surprised to find your throat filled with one many times, pet. I’ve chosen a mid-sized one to see what you can handle. After this we may have to adjust and pick a new one, maybe bigger? Do you think you can take this one, pet?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Such a good boy. Now open those lips for me,” his Master demanded, and Bo, without hesitation, opened his mouth.
Jag ran the tip over his lips a few times, then dipped it between them and pulled it back teasing him a few times, then Jag slid the phallus inside to the base. It was a nice fit, a cock of nine inches and about an inch wide with veins running along the sides. Bo knew he could take more but left that discretion up to his Master.
“Wrap you lips around it, pet and suck it,” Jag ordered and Bo obliged, sucking the rubber cock as Jag lifted his head and secured the straps around the back. Bo moaned deep, loving the feel of the dildo and the dominance it gave over him. It would stay where it was until his Master decided. He would have no choice in the matter and the thought thrilled him. Of course he would rather his mate’s cock deep in his throat, but Bo was certain his Master knew what he was doing and would bring him to amazing heights.
Jag stared at the gag for a moment then met his gaze and smiled as he cupped Bo’s cheek and brushed his thumb across his skin. “So fucking sexy. You look amazing like this, pet. I think I just found one of my new favorite toys. Gods, you really do look sexy as hell with that cock in your mouth and there's nothing you can do about it but hold it there and suck when I command.
Before I take it out I’m going to take a picture of your face like this, so that I can see it whenever I want. Either that, or I will have to make you wear one always, and we both know that’s not possible.” Jag leaned in and licked his lips around the edges of the fake cock and Bo thought he would come.
Jag must have known his predicament, because he pulled back chuckling, and said, “Don’t you come, pet. I know I like seeing that cock in your throat and I can see that you like having it there, but if you come, I won’t take it out until we leave this cabin and I’ll leave you hanging here alone.”
Bo whimpered as his eyes went wide, but Jag caressed his cheek again, taking away the small amount of fear. “Shh, my special pet, I would never leave you long. Now be a good boy and don’t come.”
Jag moved back to stand between his splayed legs. Bo watched as Jag grabbed the controls to the winch that would raise the loops his ankles sat in. He hit the button and Bo’s legs rose until his feet were pointed straight up toward the ceiling.
His Master put down the controls then reached for something else. Bo couldn’t see what he was doing. A finger grabbed his guiche, then suddenly a weight was attached and dropped, pulling
the ring down and sending wicked sensations through his sac and hole. Bo threw his head back and moaned.
“I love how your body responds to everything I do. It’s as if it is waiting just for me, so that I can bring it to life. Easy, beautiful Bo and breathe through your nose, I’m about to up your pleasure,”
Jag promised, then Bo felt a blunt tip at his hole.
The toy pressed against him then popped through and his muscles closed around it. There was a ball inside him, and Bo realized his Master had chosen anal beads. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and Bo let himself go in the moment, enjoying everything his Master was doing to him. He could just imagine what he looked like in this moment, but wished he actually could see it. Maybe he would ask his Master to take pictures of everything next time, so he could see.
The anal beads were slowly pushed into his ass, each ball spreading him wider than the one before. The burn was amazing and Bo wanted more. He knew that once again his Master had chosen one of the strings on the medium size, and he figured the man was testing what he could take with that as well.
Finally Jag stopped and Bo felt completely full in both ends. His body was lit on fire and his wolf was whining and writhing inside him, happy with his submission. Hands ran up his inner thighs, then back down to his ass, then a slap against his hole, sending the beads deeper and Bo screamed behind the gag. The cock in his mouth slipped down his throat a hair and Bo sucked on it, wanting his Master’s cock in his throat. Suddenly he couldn't control his body as he started to shift and writhe against the leather sling beneath him.
Jag grabbed the end of the string of beads with one hand then started rocking the swing with the other. One of the beads popped out and Bo moaned, then another and another, until the last ball popped from his hole and he felt empty. Bo whimpered around the gag, wanting something to fill him again. His Master must have understood his need, because a moment later another blunt tip was pressed to his hole and then pushed in, sinking in fully with one thrust and Bo screamed around the gag.
The feel of his Master’s cock buried deep inside him, his warm, hard flesh sliding through his ass and stretching him, was like nothing else on the planet. Jag was fucking huge, like most Tundra wolves were, and his cock filled Bo so good.
He knew from that first night they had spent together that Jag had ruined him for all other lovers, because of how big the man's cock was and how much it filled him. Then, there was also the fact that Jag knew just what to do with that large cock. Jag had to be at least twelve inches like most of the other betas Bo had been with before, but his mate’s cock was thicker than any he had previously had before that night.
Alphas generally had fucking baseball bats between their legs at over twelve inches and a good two inches in circumference. Betas a bit smaller, then deltas like him smaller again, even though he knew he had been blessed in the cock department as well with a ten inch cock that was over an inch thick. He had never gotten one complaint. The thought bothered him and Bo turned his thoughts back to the moment. He didn’t want to be thinking about his previous lovers while his Master was fucking him.
Bo concentrated on the cock that was building speed and beginning to pound into him and got lost in the moment. Jag was using the momentum of the sling and pushing him away, then drawing him back just as Jag thrust forward, which slammed their bodies together. The hard fucking he was getting was the best he ever had and Bo didn’t want it to end. As Jag sank deep, he hit Bo’s prostate making him cry out his pleasure.
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sp; “Feels so fucking good, pet. I love being inside your body. Your ass grips me like it never wants to let me go. I knew that night that I wouldn’t ever want another again. I knew I had to find a way to have you and make you mine. I need to fuck this ass every day for the rest of my life and it still won’t be enough. I want to live inside your ass, pet. You are mine now. No one will ever have this ass again. No one will ever touch what is mine, or I’ll kill them. You belong to me now, Bo, from now until forever. I own you and you own me. Let’s become one, pet.”
Jag leaned over him and released one of his wrists allowing his hand to lower, then pressed his sweaty chest to Bo’s, his Master's weight pushing him down was amazing and Bo couldn’t agree more. He wanted Jag to live inside his ass forever and keep this connection he felt. Jag lowered reaching out and untied the straps around his head, then gently pulled the cock gag from his mouth, tossing it away, and rubbed his jaw. “It’s time to make us one. I can’t wait anymore,” Jag declared, then lowered his head and licked the side of his neck.
Bo shivered with anticipation knowing what was about to happen and wanting it more than he ever wanted anything before in his life. The bite hurt for a second, then turned into the most erotic sensation he had ever experienced. Jag’s hip slammed into him, driving his cock hard and deep as his mate pulled his blood from him. Bo’s head spun, and suddenly he could feel their connection grow. Jag’s emotions swirled inside him and he was aware of the man's thoughts. He could actually feel Jag’s delight and honor to have him as his mate, and the thought filled him with happiness as his orgasm shot from him, spilling between them.
The teeth slid from his flesh and a wet tongue licked across the bite, then the smell of his mate engulfed him as something pressed against his lips. Bo opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them and saw that Jag was offering him his throat. Bo’s wolf whined, then growled and his canines broke through his gums and claws sprang from his fingers.
