Evan's Alphas

by D. J. Heart

  “You coming?” Chad asks. The alpha still hasn’t shot his load, his knot large but not inflated. Evan breathes hard, chest heaving, nodding. He can’t talk when it feels like his come is being sucked out of his nuts by an industrial vacuum.

  “Good for you,” Chad says, cocky and playful. Evan goes tense, wondering what Chad has planned now. He has no doubt that it will have him squirming, and that he’ll love it.

  “Oh,” Evan whimpers, Chad’s tight grip on his spent cock just a little bit too intense. Chad laughs.

  “I’ll stop jerking you off once I come, babe. So you better work my knot with that hot little hole.”

  Evan freezes, then starts squeezing down rhythmically on Chad’s knot. He tries to pull away from Chad’s hand on his cock, but it’s no use. When he tries to push Chad’s hand away, the alpha just laughs and gathers his wrists in one meaty grip, pinning them over his stomach.

  “Come on. Make me come and your cock gets a break,” Chad says, lips pressed against Evan’s neck. Evan can feel his smile pressed into his skin.

  “It’s too much,” he cries, panting. The pleasure has crossed from intense to painful, but his cock is still rock hard.

  “I know,” Chad says, parting his lips and licking a stripe up behind Evan’s ear. “But you’re going to take it for me anyway.”

  Evan shudders. He wants to be a good boy for Chad. Wants to please him.

  “Yes, alpha,” he says, Chad’s cock twitching in his ass. Chad’s response to Evan’s submission gives him an idea…

  “I’ll be good for you, alpha,” he says, letting every ounce of worship and submission he feels seep into his voice. Chad shudders. “I want to make you happy. I want to be a good boy for you. I love how big you are. How strong. I think about your knot all the time. How big it is. How good it tastes when I lick it. Fuck. How good it plugs me when you pump me full of come…”

  It does the trick. Chad comes, shooting deep into Evan’s gut, filling him up as his knot expands. It presses against the inner walls of Evan’s ass, stretching him, plugging him tight so that Chad’s come stays lodged inside his inner channel.

  “Since when do you play dirty?” Chad growls, dropping Evan’s cock like he promised. Evan lets out a sigh of relief.

  “I wasn’t lying,” he says, letting his head fall back on Chad’s chest,

  “I know. It was hot,” Chad laughs, wrapping his arms around Evan’s upper body, arms and all, holding him tight. “But I still think a punishment is in order. Don’t you?”

  Evan closes his eyes, cock twitching tiredly. He’s into it. “If you say so, alpha.”

  “How about we let Peter decide,” Chad says, kissing Evan’s neck again, grinning into his skin. Evan feels a jolt of alarm.

  “Peter?” he asks, wondering what kind of punishment Peter would come up with.

  “He knows what you like,” Chad says, rubbing Evan’s belly. “He’ll make it good for you.”

  Evan relaxes again, wondering what exactly he’s in for now.

  ***

  Peter pushes the button on his phone to disconnect Nigel James, feeling smug. The cowardly alpha had been trying to back out of the commitment he’d made to Chad just a few hours ago. Dawn called to set up the deal and arrange the financial details, but he’d folded like a house of cards when Peter asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing.

  Peter had stayed on the phone until the papers were signed and faxed back to Dawn, an order sent out to the ORC warehouse to ship the suppressor drugs the following morning. James might still try to back out—there was no way the ORC’s funding partners would be happy with his involvement with Chad’s cause—but Peter now had a legal commitment.

  “Don’t tell Chad about this,” Peter says, with only Dawn remaining on the line. This is Chad’s thing, and Peter doesn’t want his young mate to think he’s trying to take over. It’s hard, but Peter has managed to restrain himself to a few behind-the-scenes moves. The last thing he wants is for Chad to be under the impression that Peter doesn’t think he can handle it.

  “No, sir,” Dawn answers, professional and loyal as ever.

  “So what are you planning once you get their heats under control?” Peter asks, now that the most difficult hurdle has been—hopefully—dealt with.

  “We’re going to start matching them with alphas. I was thinking, and Chad agrees, that we could use the donor lists for the Omega Rights Advocacy Group to find suitable candidates. Chad wants to ask them for their cooperation, mostly to establish contact with them I think, but I’ve already hacked into their systems and found a pool of suitable alphas. I’m about halfway through running background checks.”

  Peter is impressed.

  “That’s good. Do you need anything from me?” Peter leans back, looking up when his assistant knocks on the door. “Hold on one second,” he says, calling for Logan to enter.

  “Your four o’clock is here,” Logan says, poking his head through the door.

  “Give me one minute,” Peter says. He needs to wrap things up with Dawn. Logan nods and exits, closing the door quietly.

  “Dawn, sorry about that. Now where were we? I was asking if you needed anything more from me?”

  “It would be helpful if we could have someone in legal make up the ownership contracts the alphas are going to be signing before taking custody. We don’t want any of them being resold or abused, but phrasing that in a way that’s going to fly in court…” Dawn trails off, Peter understanding her meaning.

  “I don’t think we should use any of our guys for this,” Peter says, thinking it over. He wants to help, but Tank Security is already as involved as it can get before it becomes some kind of symbol for the omega rights movement. “Hire someone from outside, and pay them from the same account we’re using to buy the suppressors. I don’t want our fingerprints all over this.”

  “No, sir,” Dawn says, “I’ll find someone.”

  Peter thanks her for all her work, above and beyond as always, and hangs up. Having done his good deed for the day, Peter is ready to get back to work.

  ***

  Peter leaves work at nine p.m., his four o’clock meeting having turned into something of a crisis. Enricorp, their newest and second largest client, was thinking of cutting ties with Tank Securities. Peter had left the meeting with the company rep and headed right for Enricorp headquarters, where it had taken him three hours to convince their head of security not to fire them.

  Peter sighs. This omega rights thing might just be more damaging than he’d initially thought. If it weren’t for Chad’s recent fury over Peter’s willingness to choose money over what is right, and the disastrous consequences of that, Peter would be dropping the whole thing and shuttling the omegas off to a broker to be sold. He’d feel bad for them, but not as bad as he feels losing clients.

  But that would fuck things up with Chad and Evan, and though Peter’s younger self would kick him in the balls and call him an idiot, Peter cares more about his mates than he does about his company or how much money he makes.

  Closing his eyes, Peter looks forward to seeing Chad and Evan, to sitting down for a nice dinner, and then maybe having some fun before they go to bed. In the morning he’ll have to figure out how to disassociate Tank Security from Chad’s new mission in life, making sure that all his clients know that Tank Security is not in the omega liberation business, but for tonight he won’t worry about it.

  ***

  “Hey,” Chad says, meeting Peter at the door. He looks relaxed and flushed, like he’s spent the evening having his knot squeezed.

  “Hey,” Peter says back, pulling Chad in for a kiss. Chad leans into Peter’s body, pressing his erection up against Peter’s crotch. The feel of his mate’s hardness has Peter raring to go.

  “Food first,” Peter says with a laugh, pushing Chad back. Being home, the stress of the day melting away, Peter can finally relax. He looks around. “Where’s Evan?”

  “He’s setting the table. We had your driver c
all us when he picked you up so that we could have dinner ready for you.”

  “Yeah?” Peter asks, happy. It’s nice to be looked after.

  “It was Evan’s idea,” Chad concedes, bumping his shoulder into Peter as they walk down the hall.

  In the dining room, Evan has just finished putting the food on the table when Peter steps inside.

  “Hi, Peter,” he says, looking adorable in his skinny jeans and fitted shirt. It’s an outfit Peter picked out for him, and it fits him just right.

  “Hello,” Peter says, grabbing Evan by the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “Did you guys wait to have dinner with me?”

  “We ate earlier, but we’ll sit with you,” Chad says, Evan having gone lax under Peter’s hand. Peter is surprised. Usually it takes more to put Evan under these days.

  It’s nice though.

  “How about you sit under the table, Evan? Would you like that? Cozying up between my legs so that you can keep my cock warm while I eat?” Peter asks, rubbing Evan’s back, pressing their bodies together. He’s still squeezing Evan’s neck, putting him as far down into his submissive headspace as he can.

  Evan shudders and nods, already sinking to his knees. Peter laughs. “Not yet. Wait until I sit down, okay?”

  Evan whines, pressing his face into Peter’s chest. Looking over to Chad, seeing how wide his young mate’s pupils are, Peter grins.

  “Come on, let’s sit.”

  Chad nods, and the two of them take their seats. Peter carries Evan, lowering him down between his thighs before scooting his chair forward. Evan lands on his knees, resting the weight of his body against Peter’s leg, head pillowed in his crotch. Peter strokes Evan’s hair under the table, not rushing him to start sucking on his cock.

  This is as much for Evan’s pleasure as Peter’s, and rushing the boy will only make him anxious.

  “Has he had enough to eat?” Peter asks Chad, picking the top off the serving tray. It’s roast lamb with potatoes, one of Peter’s favorites.

  “Yeah, he’ll be fine,” Chad says, pouring himself a glass of wine as Peter serves himself. Peter is about to answer, but Evan burrowing his face into Peter’s bulge has his breath hitching. The feel of Evan mouthing at his cock through his suit is wonderful, his balls pulling up tight.

  Evan hasn’t even freed Peter’s cock, and it already feels amazing.

  “So how was your day?” Peter asks, enjoying the good food and Evan’s ever more confident exploration of his crotch. He listens as Chad recounts his day, chagrined when he realizes Chad knows about his intervention at the ORC, but relieved that Chad isn’t upset.

  “It went really well. Dawn just called me a few hours ago to say that the contract was signed, and they’re already shipping us the suppressants. We should have them by the morning.”

  Chad sounds excited, and Peter is happy.

  “And was Evan okay by himself?” Peter asks, wondering how Evan managed his first day alone since his kidnapping. Chad looks guilty.

  “I actually took him with me,” Chad says, taking a large sip of his wine. Peter’s eyes narrow. Evan is still under the table, not paying any attention to the conversation, though he hesitates at the sudden tension in Peter’s body. Peter brushes his fingers through Evan’s hair, soothing him. Evan relaxes, rewarding Peter by undoing his zipper with his teeth, mouthing at the base of his shaft through the opening.

  “You did what?” Peter tries to keep the anger out of his voice.

  “He waited in the car,” Chad defends himself, though Peter has known him long enough to know when he’s not telling the full story. He just lifts his eyebrow, letting his expression do the talking.

  “Well, first I took him inside. I figured everything scary would be in the labs, right? And it was… it’s just, Nigel James, the guy I was meeting with, had something in his office I didn’t really want Evan to see. I took him back to the car and everything was fine. He didn’t see anything.”

  “What did he have in his office?” Peter asks, taking a bite of his food. He can’t really be mad at Chad. He knows the younger alpha was just trying to make Evan happy, and he should have realized that Evan’s assurance that he could spend the day by himself was bullshit. That he would turn his wounded puppy dog eyes on Chad, begging him to take him with him, was inevitable. As was Chad folding like a house of cards.

  “Is he…?” Chad asked, looking down toward Evan.

  “The only thing he’s paying attention to right now is what my cock tastes like. Tell me what he had in his office.”

  Peter is really just morbidly curious at this point. He knows some of what goes in in the ORC, a lot more than Chad, and some of it is downright horrifying. They make being sold to an omega house look like a happy fate.

  “He had his omega in there. Kept him in this little cage in the corner of the room.” Chad sounds disturbed, and Peter realizes that Chad was probably just as horrified by the sight as he’d worried Evan would be. “It was just sad. Evan was a little mad that I made him wait in the car without giving him a reason, but I didn’t want him seeing that.”

  “Evan was mad?” Peter asks, frowning.

  “He wasn’t rude or anything like that. I could just tell that it hurt his feelings. We talked about it.” Chad’s tone indicates that he doesn’t want Peter pursuing it, so Peter won’t. Besides, Evan is a good boy. Peter has heard nothing but praise from his teachers, and more importantly, Mark, Evans bodyguard, has assured Peter that Evan is behaving himself perfectly.

  “I trust that you handled it,” Peter says, spearing the last piece of meat on his plate with his fork and bringing it to his mouth. After downing the rest of his wine, Peter pushes his chair away from the table, one hand in Evan’s hair, pulling the boy along with him.

  Belly full and cock hard, Peter is in the mood to fuck. Looking at Chad, maintaining eye contact, Peter pulls Evan off the floor and settles the boy in his lap. Evan’s thighs are spread out on either side of Peter’s body, his face leaning against Peter’s chest. Peter’s cock rests against Evan’s jeans-clad ass, leaking pre-cum.

  “Lube me up,” he orders Chad, watching as Chad swallows noisily and runs off to get the lube. With Chad out of the room, Peter reaches down to Evan’s ass and grabs the waistline of his jeans, ripping them straight down the middle to expose his ass. Peter’s cock comes to rest between Evan’s pert cheeks, Evan whimpering and grinding his body down and against Peter’s cock.

  “Greedy boy,” Peter laughs, pulling Evan’s head back by his hair and bending down for a kiss. He jumps when he feels Chad’s hands on his cock, lubing him up. Chad’s hands are big and callused, his grip warm and tight.

  “You know, Evan and I made a deal earlier…” Chad said, pressing his front against Evan’s back, catching Peter’s lips in a kiss. Evan is squeezed between their muscular chests, moaning as he tries to find Peter’s nipple through his dress shirt.

  “Yeah?” Peter asks, pulling away.

  “I was going to give him twenty spanks with my hand, and for every count he missed, you would give him one spank when you got home.”

  Peter’s cock throbs, and he squeezes down on Evan’s ass in anticipation.

  “And how many did he miss?” he asks, Evan suddenly paying attention.

  “How many, Evan?” Chad asks, crouching down on his knees and kissing Peter’s heavy balls as he waits for an answer.

  “Well?” Peter asks, voice rumbling. Chad’s mouth on his balls feels amazing.

  “One, Peter,” Evan answers, sounding breathless and nervous. Peter laughs. He doesn’t know why Evan is nervous about a single spank.

  “Just one?” he asks, massaging Evan’s cheeks as Chad licks his way up his cock.

  “Yes,” Evan answers, groaning when Chad’s tongue slips past Peter’s cock and licks over his hole.

  Peter doesn’t give Evan any warning. He lifts his hand up, smacking it down hard on Evan’s left cheek. The resulting noise is loud.

  “Ow! Red!” Ev
an cries, jerking away. Peter’s brows shoot up. Safewording from just one little slap?

  “Okay, no more,” he promises, rubbing Evan’s back. Chad stands, placing his hands on Evan’s shoulders and rubbing them.

  “You hit hard,” Chad says, a dreamy look on his face. Peter grins. If Evan can’t take a proper spanking, it doesn’t matter. Peter has Chad for that.

  “It’s okay,” Peter says, kissing Evan’s cheek. “If you don’t like being spanked, I won’t spank you. Only things you like.”

  “Only things I like,” Evan returns, sounding happy. He cuddles into Peter’s embrace, sighing. It’s adorable.