by D. J. Heart
Scott was pretty sure he managed to sound at least a little unconcerned, though he knew the way his body was pumping out pheromones was probably giving him away.
“Sorry, no. I’ll probably be another couple of hours. Was there something you wanted?”
The big fucker. Trying to beat Scott at his own game, was he? Scott stiffened his resolve. Derek might appear all calm and collected, but he was just as affected as Scott.
“Not really, I’m just a little bored. Do you mind if I use your PlayStation?”
Derek blinked, a slow affair, the minuscule moment of hesitation letting Scott know that he was right.
“Go ahead, Scott,” Derek smiled, wide and charming, adding obnoxiously, “Have fun.”
Scott turned and forced himself to leave the room, Derek’s gaze making the back of his neck prickle. It physically hurt as his body screamed at him to go back and beg his alpha to give him his knot. Scott was under no illusion that he could stay away for long, but hopefully Derek would be the one to break first. He fired up the PlayStation and settled down on the floor in front of the couch, balancing the remote on his knee as he waited for the game to load. He hadn’t checked what game was in the machine, but since he would be too distracted to really play it didn’t matter.
It was Call of Duty. How boring.
Scott managed to play for about fifteen minutes, but eventually he had to put the controller down and just breathe. The rim of his ass was twitching, slick leaking from his hole every time he shifted his ass on the floor. His nipples felt raw and sensitive. Derek’s sweatshirt—soft as it was—was rough like sandpaper on his sensitive nubs. He stood up and was halfway to Derek’s office before he even realized what he was doing.
Fuck that fuckity bastard and his mind games.
Scott couldn’t quite make himself turn around and head back to his game, but he managed to stand still for a good three minutes before he was once again walking.
The door to Derek’s office opened reluctantly, Derek’s scent hitting him like a punch to the face. Rich and dark, tingling in his nose with notes of leather, wood, and alpha coming together in just the right way.
“Can I help you?”
Derek, the fucker, was smirking. He looked as calm as ever, and Scott wondered what the hell was going on. How was he doing it?
“I just… I’m just going to… sit here.”
Scott walked over to the armchair by the window, dropping down on his ass and pulling his knees up to his chest. Derek smiled at him and returned to work.
The pull in Scott’s gut was growing harder and harder to resist, his body shaking with need. Would it really be so bad if he had to ask Derek for his knot? The man was his alpha, after all. Wasn’t it his job to provide for Scott and give him what he needed?
“Are you okay, Scott? You look a little flushed,” Derek said, looking up over the monitor. Eyes twinkling, Scott could tell that Derek knew he was about to cave.
“Collar is itching,” Scott lied, running a hand through his hair and bringing it down to feel the leather clad steel encircling his throat. The truth was that he’d forgotten all about the collar, getting used to it with terrifying ease.
“Really?” Derek frowned. “It’s not supposed to do that. Come over here and let me have a look.”
Scott was moving before he could stop himself, stepping around Derek’s desk and standing pressed up against the armrest of Derek’s chair. Derek smelled even better up close than he did from across the room, and far better than the old sweatshirt. Scott leaned down, pushing his nose under Derek’s jaw as he scrambled into his lap.
“Hey, baby. What’s all this?” Derek asked, running a hand through Scott’s hair and bringing it to rest on the nape of his neck. “Do you need your alpha?”
Scott knew that he would be furious once he’d satisfied the demands of his body, but right now—Derek touching him with his big hands, arms wrapping around him and holding him tight—he didn’t care.
“Maybe,” he replied, managing to prevent the litany of need that wanted to escape his mouth.
“If you need something, Scott, you have to ask for it. What do you want from alpha?”
Scott huffed in frustration, burrowing his face into Derek’s chest, hiding from the annoying question.
“If you don’t need anything, Scott, then I need to get back to work. I really do have to get this sorted for my client.”
Scott clung to Derek as the alpha stood, carrying him out of the room and into the hall. Finally they were going to have sex. Scott’s hole clenched in anticipation, a shudder running through him at the thought of Derek’s big knot splitting him open.
“There you go, baby. You’re okay,” Derek said, lowering him to his feet and then letting him go. Scott sank down onto his ass, looking up Derek’s long legs and powerfully muscled body in confusion.
“If you need something, ask,” Derek ordered, turning around and stepping back into his office. He closed the door firmly behind him, taking his knot with him. Scott just stared at the door in confusion, a mix of tearful anguish and horrified indignation warring within him.
Not able to take it a second longer, he ripped open the door and stormed back inside.
***
Derek smirked, catching Scott in his arms when the omega barged back into the office and threw himself against Derek’s chest. The pills Derek had taken to suppress his libido were wearing off rapidly, but they were working. Finally Scott was the one coming to him. And with Derek still somewhat rational he had an excellent opportunity to push Scott into acting like a good omega.
“What do you need, Scott?” he asked, refusing to give Scott what he was clamoring for unless he asked for it. The bond affected both of them, and Derek had had enough of feeling like a beggar every time they had sex.
“Need your knot,” Scott mumbled into Derek’s shirt, breath making the soft cotton damp. Tightening his arms momentarily, Derek leaned his head down and gave the top of Scott’s head a kiss.
“You do? You need your alpha to fill your hungry little hole?” Derek asked, hand moving down to rest over Scott’s ass. The boy’s pants were drenched with slick, the sweet scent letting Derek know that Scott was ripe for mounting.
“Yes,” Scott whimpered.
“Show alpha how much you want his cock,” Derek ordered, letting go of Scott and pushing him away by the shoulders. Scott grabbed his arms, trying to stop him from pushing them apart.
“Take of your clothes and get down on the floor, Scott. Alpha wants you to show him your hole.”
Scott looked up at him, confused, his pupils huge and black. Derek trailed a finger down under the hem of his shirt, lifting it and letting it drop back down. “Take it off, Scott.”
Scott obeyed, ripping off his sweatshirt and pushing down his pants, kicking them away from his body and standing before Derek completely naked except for his gleaming black collar. Derek had a matching set of cuffs in his desk drawer, and much to Scott’s distress he walked across the room to retrieve them.
“Stay,” he commanded, voice deep and authoritative when Scott tried to follow. Derek grinned when Scott froze, the boy’s need making him pliant and obedient. “Good boy.”
He carried the cuffs back to Scott, ordering him to hold up his wrists so that he could fasten the cuffs around them. Once that was done, Derek lifted Scott’s wrists to his neck, fastening the cuffs to his collar. Scott didn’t object or resist, letting Derek manipulate him as he pleased.
“Good boy,” Derek praised, bringing his body in close and pulling Scott into a hug. He rubbed the omega’s back, pushing him so that Scott could feel his erection pressing into his stomach. “Now I want you to get down on the floor and show me your ass, okay?” Derek watched as Scott went down on his knees, bending over to expose his twitching hole. “Good boy. Spread your knees a little wider… that’s it. That’s a good omega.”
Scott keened, wiggling his ass invitingly. Derek licked his lips, his suit feeling tight and restr
ictive. Standing up, commanding Scott to stay still, Derek stripped off his suit and let it fall to the floor in a heap. Standing naked over Scott’s prone form, Derek felt big and powerful, like he should bang his fists on his chest and roar. Cock standing hard and proud, knot already a fat lump at the base of his cock, Derek crouched down and draped himself over Scott’s body, lining his cock up with the omega’s hole.
“Tell me what you want, Scott,” he growled, fisting his hand in Scott’s hair and using the grip for leverage.
“Your knot, alpha. I need your knot,” Scott cried, pushing his ass up into Derek’s crotch.
“Good boy. Alpha will give you what you need.” Derek grabbed his cock by the base, pressing the swollen head against Scott’s hole and pushing inside. He slid in with almost no resistance. Scott’s ass clamping down on his shaft and sucking it inside like it was fucking greedy for it.
“Tight little cunt,” Derek growled, pushing his knot past Scott’s rim. A slight resistance and a needy whine from the omega writhing under him and he was balls-deep. “Taking my knot, Scott. Taking it so good for alpha. My good omega.” Derek pushed his knot, still not fully engorged, in and out of Scott’s ass a few times, catching Scott’s rim and making him hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure. On the last push Derek almost couldn’t get it in; Scott’s whole body went tense as he pushed. When it finally slid inside, the tight clench of Scott’s rim was just too much—too good—and Derek’s cock exploded into orgasm. Shaft pulsing, Derek emptied his load deep inside Scott’s gut, his knot making sure that not a drop of come would be wasted.
“You feel that, Scott? Feel your alpha filling you up so good?”
Scott didn’t respond, pulling on his bound wrists and twisting his torso as he pushed his ass back. Like an animal, his behavior and movements were pure instinct. Derek wouldn’t mind seeing Scott like this more often. The advice he’d found online about letting the omega’s heat build in order to force their baser instincts to the surface had worked beautifully. Derek just hoped that Scott wouldn’t be even more surly and difficult once the heat had passed.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha!” Scott was mewling, sounding like the perfect little omega slut. Derek let his body sink down on top of the pliant body beneath him, pushing Scott to his belly on the floor and blanketing him with his muscular body. He wrapped his arms around Scott’s neck, using the hold to keep the omega still as his hole clenched and spasmed around Derek’s knot. It felt amazing, better almost than any time he’d knotted the boy. He was clear-headed, and Scott was giving him everything. It might have been pure instinct, but it was Scott’s instinct. If he would just surrender to these feelings, giving up his silly thoughts about independence and modern alpha/omega relations, they could be so happy.
Rutting his hips, Derek tested the hold Scott’s ass had on his knot and found it perfectly tight. Wanting to get more comfortable, he slipped his hands down around Scott’s waist and lifted him off the floor, still hanging off his knot. Scott didn’t seem to care, throwing his head back and resting it on Derek’s shoulder as he was lifted to the couch. Derek turned off the TV and sat down, Scott resting comfortably in his lap and on his cock.
“Are you feeling good, Scott?” he asked, letting his hands glide down over Scott’s pert little nipples, pinching them gently. Scott arched his back, pulling at his bound wrists as he whined in pleasure.
“Yes, alpha. So good. Feels so good,” he mumbled, ass tight, wet, and hot around Derek’s knot. His little cock was hard and leaking, and when Derek reached down to jerk him off he went crazy. Writhing and grinding his ass down, Scott pulled at his wrists desperately, nearly choking himself. It was the hottest thing Derek had ever seen.
“You like it when I touch your little cock, Scott? You want me to make you come? Have you deserved that?”
“Yes, alpha!” Scott said, turning his neck and licking a stripe up Derek’s jaw, showing his submission. Possessive pride curled in Derek’s stomach, making him feel like a god. The wet little licks stopped, Scott shuddering as Derek started jacking him faster. Clenching his eyes shut and grimacing, breathing fast, Scott clamped down on Derek’s cock and shot his load. Body shaking, the omega could do nothing but accept Derek’s hand on his body, milking his little cock until he was dry.
Derek wiped his hand on Scott’s thigh, leaning back and lacing his arms around the boy’s waist as he waited for his knot to go down. After just a few minutes Scott was sleeping soundly. Derek brushed his fingers up Scott’s abs, feeling fantastic. He’d been present and lucid for the whole encounter, and though the suppressors had worn off well before he’d sunk his knot into Scott’s hungry little hole, he hadn’t gone feral. It had gone exactly to plan.
***
Scott came awake with a start, flailing out of Derek’s lap and landing on the floor in an ungraceful heap. He looked up at his alpha, Derek blinking sleepily and staring at him with a bemused expression.
“What the fuck was that?” he asked angrily, getting to his feet in a huff. The corners of Derek’s mouth turned down unhappily and he crossed his arms.
“Over my lap,” he said, not responding to Scott’s question. Scott might have been too out of it the night before—or was it the same day?—to process what was going on, but it was obvious Derek had done something to prevent himself from feeling the effects of his heat.
“What?” he asked, filled with righteous indignation.
“Over my lap, Scott. You do not get to speak to me in that tone of voice. Ever.”
Derek grabbed Scott’s arm and yanked him down, pulling him over his lap and pinning him with a large hand on his lower back. With a muscular thigh over the back of his legs, Scott couldn’t move an inch.
“Bad omega!” Derek growled, smacking Scott’s ass hard enough to make him scream. The alpha didn’t give him any time to draw a breath or process the pain, his palm coming down like thunder on Scott’s ass.
“Ow! Derek! Stop it, I’m sorry! Ow ow ow!” Scott cried, thrashing and pushing his hands back over his ass in an attempt to shield it from the blows. Derek didn’t acknowledge him, grabbing his wrists in a bruising grip and holding them out of the way.
“I’ve had it with you, Scott. I’ve had it with your attitude and your denial. I am your fucking alpha, and by God you will act like it!”
Derek continued spanking him until Scott was sobbing, his tears and snot staining the leather of the couch.
“Come on,” Derek said, pushing Scott to the floor and standing up, towering over him and vibrating with anger. Scott stumbled as Derek grabbed his arm again and pulled him to his feet, dragging him up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once there he pushed Scott onto the bed and headed toward the closet, ignoring Scott as he pulled out a ream of rope Scott hadn’t seen before.
“Derek, I’m sorry. I just… Derek?” Derek ignored him, stomping over to the corner of the room and opening a large chest. It was pretty: dark wood polished to a high sheen, the interior lined with gleaming black leather. Scott wondered what Derek used it for.
“On your stomach, hands behind your back,” Derek commanded, his angry expression giving no room for argument. Scott did as he was told, feeling nervous and angry that Derek had reverted to being such an asshole.
“I’m sick of this, Scott. If you don’t get your act together you can forget about ever leaving this house, much less going to college. I won’t have it. Now I want you to think about how you’re going to better yourself and be a better omega for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, alpha,” Scott whispered, even though he had no clue what Derek was talking about. It hadn’t occurred to him that Derek might go back on his word and not let him go to college. Would the alpha really screw him over like that? When Derek folded his legs back and hogtied him, the soft rope wrapped tight around his wrists and ankles, Scott worried that the answer to that might be yes.
“I know you can be a good omega, Scott. I know that with a little effort you could be perfect. I just want you to mak
e that effort, do you understand?” Derek sat down on the bed next to him and brought his hand down to cradle Scott’s neck, rubbing him softly. Scott didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything.
“Okay, Scott. This is for your own good,” Derek said before lifting him up and carrying him over to the chest by the wall. Flailing when he realized what Derek was going to do, Scott was nonetheless lowered into the leather lined chest, coming to rest on the soft bottom. The chest was just large enough that his hogtied body could rest without touching any of the walls. What the fuck was Derek thinking, putting him in here?
Scott was about to complain when Derek suddenly upended a laundry basket on top of him, covering his body in dirty sheets, clothes, and underwear. Indignant, Scott was about to let his displeasure be known—consequences be damned—when Derek emptied the contents of his gym bag and stuffed his used jock and pungent workout clothes down in front of Scott’s face, tucking them right under his nose. The synthetic fiber of Derek’s compression gear was silky smooth and smelled overwhelmingly of alpha. Scott’s cock gave an involuntary twitch, the scent of Derek’s old sweat as delicious as it was repulsive.
“Derek, you can’t leave me—” Scott tried to argue, but was cut off when Derek reached down and grabbed an old jock and shoved it in Scott’s mouth. It tasted salty like old sweat, Derek’s familiar taste blossoming on his tongue.
“The box isn’t for talking, Scott. It’s for thinking.” With that Derek closed the lid of the box, leaving Scott in darkness.
It took him a few moments to truly understand what was going on, and when he did, Scott was furious. Derek was trying to break him down and make him feral, like one of those slavering omegas you saw leashed and collared at their alpha’s feet at those douchebag conventions for conservative alphas. Some of those omegas were downright non-verbal. Scott had read that one method of inducing that state was an omega box, but he never would have thought Derek would be evil enough to use one. It was unacceptable.
Except… what could he really do about it? He could already feel his body clamoring for his alpha, hours ahead of schedule, and if Derek managed to resist for as long as he had the night before… Scott was fucked.