There was the finest security system inside and out. He wanted for nothing and was protected at all times. Cameras inside the house allowed Stryker and Leyton to watch him whenever they pleased. Leyton may spend time alone with Jeremy, but it wasn’t private, no doubt Stryker was often observing their activities. Some might consider him a prisoner. Jeremy knew better. He was a cherished possession and like a great work of art one that needed constant guarding. The fence, all the security was to ensure Jeremy was safe at all times.
Jeremy spent some time filling out his meal requests for the week. He had servants who attended to his every need. None more appreciated than the staff of chefs who prepared his food. Before he became the omega Jeremy’s normal diet consisted of hot dogs, box noodles and fried chicken strips. The people who cleaned his house and delivered his food and necessities were Stryker packs most trusted subordinate werewolves and the only other people with access to the facility.
It was a lovely day out today, but Jeremy doubted he’d spend much of it outside beyond taking his breakfast on the porch. It was unlikely Leyton had had much sexual relief other than what his hand provided while on his trip. The pack beta would be in a foul mood and in need of considerable attention. More than his routine morning fuck gave him.
Jeremy was already hard from thinking of Leyton’s upcoming visit. He looked down at his lap, but looking was all he could do. Jeremy was forbidden to touch himself at all times other than to prep his hole. His body was kept free of hair, his cock and balls had no protective coat of fur, all compliments of his periodic body waxes under Stryker and Leyton’s supervision.
He finished his coffee and breakfast, leaving the dishes on the porch table to be cleaned up later by one of the staff. Jeremy went back to the bedroom area. Stryker had once laughed and given Jeremy a warning that while he liked things natural and dominated with his body, Leyton did love his toys. There was a Saint Andrew’s bondage cross and wooden horse as well as a system of pulleys and slings along one side that Leyton used often and with considerable creativity.
There was a tall, thin cabinet of drawers filled with an assortment of toys and lubricants. Jeremy went there first. After a little more than a year as omega he knew Leyton’s favorites and picked out several. Turning to allow a good view through the camera, Jeremy put on a surgical glove and used a bottle of lube with a small nozzle to insert the lube into his urethra. Gazing at the lens Jeremy took a sounding bar and slipped it into his slit. Next he applied a set of chastity rings, sliding them over his cock and fastening one around his balls. The rings were lined with sharp nubs that would give his bare cock extra stimulation whenever he hardened but he’d be prevented from climaxing until Leyton was good and finished with him. Provided of course Leyton permitted him to cum.
It wasn’t unusual for Jeremy to be kept on edge and denied orgasm for days or even weeks on end. In fact the only time he was guaranteed a climax was during the full moon coupling. It was the only way an omega such as Jeremy could shift to his full werewolf form. Being fucked hard, bound to the alpha by the bulging glans that kept them from separating until Jeremy sprayed his jizz and transformed.
Jeremy took wide, leather cuffs and fastened them in place around his ankles and wrists then walked to the middle of the house. Facing the door he dropped to his knees, spreading them as far apart as possible. Hands clasped behind his back, gaze lowered with his long hair hanging over his face, Jeremy waited.
The wait wasn’t long. Leyton slammed through the door, snarling, “Goddamn fucking flight was delayed. I thought I’d never get home.” He threw his suit jacket across the room. “You certainly know the meaning of welcome home boy.”
Jeremy looked up and smiled at the compliment. Leyton was a stunning man. He was dark, tall, muscled and stylish. His tailored trousers bulged out at his crotch and his dark eyes transformed to a deep, glowing gold. He rolled up his sleeves and stalked forward stopping inches from Jeremy.
Rubbing his cheek against Leyton’s crotch, Jeremy glanced up. Speaking unless a question was put to him was forbidden. The low moan he exhaled when Leyton’s fingers stroked through his hair was not. The shudder that ripped through Leyton was Jeremy’s reward. Leyton growled and used the grip on Jeremy’s hair to tug him to his feet.
Leyton’s claws grew from lengthening fingers and he growled again. First his eyes then the ends of his claws raked the length of Jeremy’s body. “You’re amazing and I’ve missed you.” He put one arm around Jeremy and pulled him in for a kiss. Jeremy melted against the big man. Leyton’s clothes and belt were rough against the smooth skin covering Jeremy’s well-shaped chest and defined abs. His hand slipped down to Jeremy’s ass and brushed over it, cupping one cheek for a few seconds.
Stepping away, Leyton gave Jeremy’s ass a slap. He drew in a deep breath and chuckled. “I’m going to bust open if I don’t have this ass now. Cross.”
Jeremy bowed his head and smiled. He’d suspected as much. When Leyton was in this sort of mood he wanted Jeremy restrained, immobile and utterly submissive. He walked silently to the cross and stood facing it, arms and legs spread. Watching Leyton in the mirror opposite it Jeremy saw him cross to the drawers. He pulled out a few items. One was stuffed behind his back the other set on top of the cabinet.
Leyton took up a position behind Jeremy. He reached around and pulled the strap fastened to the center of the cross around Jeremy’s waist, yanking it tight. Using just his fingertips he ran his hands down Jeremy’s sides then over his flanks. Jeremy’s cock was swollen to the point the little nubs dug in and sent sparks of pain through his groin that made him groan. His knees buckled and he would have slid to the floor had he not been firmly strapped to the cross.
Stepping back Jeremy saw Leyton pull a crop from behind his back. A few quick slaps between Jeremy’s legs had his balls stinging and his breath coming in short bursts. Next Leyton turned the crop on the insides of Jeremy’s sides, smacking until Jeremy’s legs were spread. His ankles were fastened to the cross and then his wrists.
“Let’s get your ass warmed up.” Leyton used even strokes in a crisscross pattern Leyton slapped the crop over Jeremy’s ass. No matter how he tried to squirm and push back into the strikes Jeremy couldn’t get enough. When he was panting and moaning, Leyton stopped and stepped back. Jeremy could see him admiring his handiwork.
Leyton moved away and began undressing. He turned when the front door lock clicked and Stryker walked in. Leyton raised his eyebrows and Stryker laughed.
“You haven’t had our boy for nearly a week. I wouldn’t miss this show for the world,” Stryker said and settled in an arm chair. He tilted his head and looked Jeremy’s ass up and down. “It’s a nice color red.” He waved one hand in a proceed motion.
Leyton growled louder and stripped. With every step he took closer to Jeremy his human form diminished and his werewolf form emerged. Large and powerful, covered with black hair and feral smile that made Jeremy’s heart skip two beats Leyton was upon him. Leyton’s cock stood out and curved gracefully to his navel. He met Jeremy’s gaze in the mirror and smirked.
“Don’t worry, boy. You’ll get the chance to have this in your mouth… later,” Leyton promised in a deep, gravely voice.
Stryker unzipped his pants and Jeremy saw him grip his cock and began to stroke it. He leaned back in the chair and groaned softly.
In the next instant Jeremy was pinned between the cross and Leyton. Using one finger Leyton probed Jeremy’s entrance. Moving it in and out, turning so he could rub Jeremy’s prostate, Leyton murmured, “Like that don’t you?”
“Yes, God, yes,” Jeremy panted the words out. His body trembled and his heart raced.
Leyton laughed, it was hearty and warm. He rubbed his cock between Jeremy’s cheeks a few times. His coarse werewolf hair was a pleasant roughness on Jeremy’s ass. Leyton put one hand on Jeremy’s neck and caressed Jeremy’s throat.
When Leyton’s cock slipped inside Jeremy, he dropped his head back to Leyton’s shou
lder and gasped. At once the heavy bulbous glans on either side of Leyton’s cock grew and bulged. The sensation against Jeremy’s anus was amazing. So much so he’d become addicted. When one of them wanted to punish Jeremy he’d be entered but no knotting took place then he’d be left crumpled on the floor in a heap and no hope of release.
Jeremy garbled out incoherent noises that drove Leyton to a faster pace. Today Jeremy had pleased Leyton and was reaping the benefits of his efforts. Grip tightening Leyton cut off Jeremy’s windpipe for a few seconds then released and let Jeremy drag in a deep breath. His hips gyrated in time with his hand tightening and alternately loosening his grip on Jeremy’s neck.
Leyton’s glans bulged further and began to throb against the over sensitive nerves of Jeremy’s hole. It was maddening being restrained when he wanted to push back as hard as he could. Leyton took care of him, he always did. Shifting his weight he rammed more deeply into Jeremy and completed the knotting.
Grunting out harsh breaths and deep howls Leyton set a brutal pace. He pulled back so far it hurt when the glans wouldn’t budge out of Jeremy’s whole and shoving hard against Jeremy’s ass. Jeremy’s breath was forced out with every ram of Leyton’s body. All too soon Jeremy felt the throbbing of Leyton’s cock that signaled his climax. Burning hot liquid pumped into Jeremy. His prostate was assaulted by Leyton’s cock from the inside, his finger from the outside and his ass by the pounding from Leyton’s knots. His breath caught and the room swirled and misted over.
Another few minutes and he’d have the crash that came with softening of Leyton’s bulging glans and thick cock. Until that time, however, he’d ride the wave of euphoria washing through him. He was barely aware of Leyton’s hands caressing over his arms and down his belly. The center belt was removed and Jeremy’s body sagged back against Leyton. His head was on Leyton’s shoulder and his eyes were closed.
He felt Leyton turn his head and ask Stryker, “You want to try it this way. It’s a treat you won’t forget.”
“Bring the boy here. I feel like something a bit different today,” Stryker’s voice was low.
Jeremy felt Leyton’s chest rumble with laughter. Holding Jeremy with one arm, Leyton unsnapped the hooks that held the cuffs to the cross. Jeremy’s hips stuttered but the cock cage kept him from any release. He oozed to the floor and pressed his forehead to Leyton’s feet. He was permitted to stay there until he got control of his breathing and his head cleared.
Leyton’s hand slapped Jeremy’s ass. “Don’t keep your master waiting boy. You know the punishment.”
Jeremy crawled to Stryker and knelt at his feet. Leyton had the riding crop and was tapping it against his hand. Stryker lifted his hips and shoved his trousers down beyond his knees. Hooking one finger under Jeremy’s chin he lifted so he could look at Jeremy’s face. He glanced at Leyton, “Leave the cage on, it’s got a certain elegant look. Take care of his hands. I made arrangements for him to have another wax in a few days. They have those slings you enjoy so much Leyton.”
Jeremy’s arms were pulled behind his back and the wrist cuffs clipped together then Leyton held up the crop. “May I?”
Stryker turned Jeremy’s head to the side and asked him, “Is your ass warm enough boy or do you want more?”
Jeremy smiled softly. He nuzzled Stryker’s hand with his cheek and exhaled slowly. “I always want more, Master. I beg for more.”
Stryker nodded and the riding crop hit Jeremy’s ass, urging him closer to Stryker until he could take Stryker’s long cock into his mouth. Leyton’s crop stuck Jeremy’s ass in time with Jeremy’s motions. He worked his tongue and teeth up and down Stryker’s cock, sucked on the head and repeated his actions.
When Stryker’s glans expanded, Jeremy pulled one between his lips and sucked with gusto. He’d get none of the incredible high fucking Stryker with his mouth, but he’d gain favor with the alpha and ensure the next fucking from him would involve a knotting.
Jeremy’s body twitched then jerked when the crop stung across his ass again. Stryker grabbed Jeremy’s hair and turned his head to shove his cock in deeper. Stryker groaned, his chest heaved with every breath and his hips lurched up when his cock began to pulse against Jeremy’s tongue. Stryker’s heavy knotting glans throbbed and Jeremy knew the load about to shoot down his throat would be hot, providing a delightful burn.
As he softened Stryker shoved Jeremy away from him. Jeremy got one more good slap from Leyton’s crop before Leyton lifted him off the floor and slung him over one arm. He ran his other hand over Jeremy’s ass and sighed out a moan.
“I do love this smooth ass. More so when it’s all pink from my crop.” Leyton carried Jeremy to the bath area and set him on the floor. He flicked at the sounding bar until Jeremy whimpered and rolled on his side. “We’ll leave this on for a day or two. Clean yourself and I’ll decide on an outfit for you to wear. I’d like to dine out tonight. Stryker will be tied up for the next few days. I think I’ll spend them here, with you. Make up for all the time I was away.” Leyton hunkered down and stroked Jeremy’s cheek. “What do you say to that, love?”
Jeremy felt a blush of excitement sweep over him. “I say I can’t wait.” He meant it too. Having his alpha and beta come here and spend a few hours was wonderful. Leyton spending a few days with him, sleeping in the same bed for an entire night sounded like sheer heaven to Jeremy.
Leyton winked. “Get a shower and it’s a date.”
He was taken out often by Leyton and always enjoyed it. That was when they talked, sometimes Leyton would take him to a movie or sometimes a sporting event. The rules changed during those times and they were a couple.
When Jeremy left the shower Leyton was dressed and Stryker was nowhere to be seen. Clothes were on the bed for Jeremy, ones he didn’t recognize.
“I thought you’d like something new.” Leyton liked his clothes and jewelry. He wore gold ring with the pack emblem and a heavy gold chair around his neck. His watch was as high end as one could get. Jeremy was treated to the same luxuries.
Jeremy hadn’t left the compound in weeks and it was good to be escorted to Leyton’s car. His car was as flashy as the rest of him and Jeremy always enjoyed riding in it. After dinner they went to a concert, one of Jeremy’s favorite groups.
That night Leyton teased Jeremy, kept his cock caged as he pounded into Jeremy again, knotting him until they were both exhausted. Jeremy fell asleep in Leyton’s arms wishing the day of his waxing appointment would hurry up and arrive.
#4 Taking the Omega
It’s the full moon and the one time a month pack omega, Jeremy will shift to his werewolf form. More importantly he’ll have his alpha and beta’s attentions and affections for the entire night. The alpha, Stryker and the beta, Leyton never disappoint. Jeremy is never left unsated or wanting. He serves their needs and in return they care for his every need. The omega helps the alpha and beta relieve their stress and fulfil their every sexual desire. Not all packs have an omega, however. Their births are few and far between. Jeremy finds out the hard way knowledge that his pack now has an omega has spread to other packs. After a night of loving with Stryker and Leyton, Jeremy is stolen right out from under their noses. Now it looks as if Jeremy will become the property of another alpha.
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It was the full moon. It was at that time that all werewolves reverted to their wolf form. Only the most powerful, a pack’s alpha and beta wolves had such utter and complete control over themselves they weren’t forced to change.
Stryker and Leyton were such werewolves. They were the alpha and beta of the Stryker pack. The full moon was also the only time an omega could change and then it was only possible after sex with an alpha. Usually the pack omega was screwed senseless by his or her alpha during a full moon. A werewolf’s sex drive was high at any time. During a full moon alphas and betas were particularly insatiable.
Omegas such as Jeremy lived in a constant state of need. They needed to submit and be taken by the more powerful wolves.
They craved sex. Not just any sex though. Jeremy had an uncontrollable desire, an addiction, to being fucked and fucked hard by his alpha and beta. Together. Not a day went by where he didn’t think about Stryker or Leyton’s cock deep inside him, their knotting glans bulged to capacity. That was the addiction part: the knotting.
Night would fall, and the moon wouldn’t rise, for hours yet. Leyton came to the secluded, highly protected and secure compound where Jeremy was kept. The majority of his contact was with Stryker and Leyton, and more so with Leyton. He had daily—sometimes more than daily—visits from Leyton and the relationship between them had blossomed and grown to real love.
Leyton was fun. He often took Jeremy to the movies, sporting events, concerts and parties. A few times a month they dined out at one of the exclusive and expensive restaurants Leyton enjoyed so much. Stryker was the complete opposite, but then Jeremy supposed as pack alpha he had to be. His station dictated he remain above the other werewolves. He was reserved and as far as Jeremy could tell his only real friendship was with Leyton. He could be truly tender at times and it was then that Jeremy knew Stryker genuinely cared for him.
For several days leading up to the full moon Stryker came to Jeremy at least once a day, sometimes alone, more commonly with Leyton. Jeremy’s entire purpose in life as the omega was to ease stress and provide sexual release for the alpha and beta. They were really tense in the days leading up to the full moon. Jeremy was provided for, wanted for nothing and therefore could concentrate his life on his alpha and beta.
One of the chef’s staff brought in a light meal of fruit, cheese and a bottle of champagne. That was a clear sign that Stryker would be visiting soon. Jeremy hoped that Leyton would be joining them as well. He showered and shaved. Other than his hair that Stryker and Leyton liked kept longer, shoulder length, he had no body hair. Periodically he was taken to a salon and body waxed. He still had to do normal guy shaving to remove his facial hair.
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