Bound to the Alpha

by D. J. Heart

  “I can’t imagine Mike needing an omega box,” Derek said, the combination of a raging hard-on and talking to Jacob making him feel uncomfortable. Jacob laughed.

  “I know, right? Boy’s tame as a fucking kitten. It’s all about letting them know where they stand. Mike knows that I’m the boss, and that his job is to keep me happy and hard. And if he forgets, I can always lock up his cock or put him back in the box and remind him.”

  “Do you need to remind him often?” Derek asked, worried that whatever he accomplished with Scott would only be temporary.

  “No. Mike’s a good boy. I haven’t needed to punish him in years. Right boy?”

  Derek could barely hear Mike’s answer when he said, “Yes, sir.”

  Mike worked at the office as Jacob’s assistant. He was unobtrusive and hard-working, but slow. There was a reason Jacob as often as not borrowed Derek’s secretary.

  “Anyway, I just wanted to check up on you. Will you be back on Monday, do you think? If you need more time, don’t worry about it. I’ve got things covered here.”

  Derek thought about it. It was Monday, and he and Scott were just over a week into their bonding leave. “I should be, but I’ll let you know if we need more time.”

  “That’s cool. Listen, I’ve got to go. Don’t worry about Scott, okay? A few turns in the box and he’ll be just what you want.”

  “Yeah, thanks. Take care, Jacob,” Derek said, feeling much better.

  “You too,” Jacob replied, hanging up. Derek put the phone down, wishing he had called his friend and asked his advice earlier. It just hadn’t occurred to him that Jacob would have any experience dealing with bad omegas.

  But it didn't matter now. He was on the right track with Scott, and with just a little patience, everything would be good. Taking a rut-suppressor and giving his knot a longing squeeze, Derek went back to work.

  ***

  Three hours and countless emails later, Derek shut down his computer and headed to the gym. He still had half an hour before Scott was coming out of the box, but he felt far too wired to get any work done. Anticipation sizzled under his skin, pulsing to the beat of his heart as his knot throbbed with want. Tucking his erection into his compression shorts, Derek changed his loose T-shirt for a workout shirt, figuring the more sweat drenched clothes he had to add to Scott’s box, the better.

  Twenty minutes lifting weights and ten minutes on the boxing bag and Derek was feeling pumped and close to feral himself. Grabbing a Gatorade from the mini fridge by the wall, Derek drank deeply, emptying the bottle in one go. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he dropped the bottle to the floor and stripped naked.

  The ringing of his phone’s alarm had him sprinting up the stairs, his huge erection leading the way. Cock bouncing as he ran, Derek didn’t care that he was leaking a trail of pre-cum all over the floor.

  He could hear Scott from the hallway, the noises coming from the omega sounding like a trapped animal. Desperate cries, mewling and whiny, with the repeated mantra of, “Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” had Derek crashing through the door and into the room in a frantic rush, and he violently tore the lid off the omega box.

  Scott’s scent was like a punch to the gut, the sight of him lying there nearly sending Derek into a feral rut. Reeking of slick and omega, Scott’s scent had mixed with Derek’s to create the most intoxicating perfume Derek had ever smelled. Writhing—wrists and ankles rubbed sore despite the softness of the rope binding him—Scott was moaning and humping the bottom of the box like an animal in heat. When he twisted his neck to stare up at Derek, blinking against the light, the look in his eyes was barely human.

  “Alpha?” he asked, sounding awed and hopeful, looking up at Derek like he was God come to rescue him from above.

  “Omega,” Derek answered, his voice coming from deep within his chest, a low growling sound that had Scott shuddering.

  Cock feeling like it was about to explode, Derek lifted Scott out of the box, the omega still and submissive as he went into the air. Despite his calm obedience, Scott was anything but relaxed. His body was strung tight, almost vibrating with need. Derek was about to cut him loose, having no patience to undo the knots he had tied, when he thought better of it. Scott didn’t need to be untied to lick his balls, taint, and ass the way Jacob had suggested.

  “Are you going to be a good omega for Alpha?” Derek asked, laying Scott down on his belly facing the headboard. He stroked his hand over Scott’s hair and down to the nape of his neck, fingers gripping him firmly. Scott didn’t answer, a mewling, confused noise of distress his only response.

  “Scott, I need you to be a good omega. I know you want my knot, but you have to wait. Alpha want you to service him first.”

  Scott continued his confused whining, twisting and pulling at the ropes tying him when he realized that Derek wasn’t going to set him free. Derek watched the way his omega arched his back and lifted his ass, forcing down the instinct to tear away the rope blocking his access to the boy’s hole and mounting the intoxicating omega until he was bloated with come.

  “I want you to lick, Scott. Use your tongue to make Alpha feel good,” Derek said, stepping up on the bed and moving into position so that he was sitting with his back against the headboard, legs splayed out on either side of Scott’s body. Grabbing Scott’s bound arms, Derek pulled him up between his thighs, dropping him down so that his face came to rest in the nook between Derek’s thigh and balls.

  At first Scott didn’t do anything, looking up past Derek’s hard cock and muscular body, staring at Derek with confusion as to why he wasn’t being fucked.

  “Lick, Scott. Make Alpha feel good,” Derek commanded again, his voice an octave lower than usual, weighed down by the intense arousal inspired by Scott’s tight little body.

  Scott lowered his face, letting it come to rest on Derek’s thigh before tentatively sticking out his tongue, running it over the curve of Derek’s sac. Derek jumped, grabbing his shaft by the base and jerking himself off to the feel of Scott’s tongue on the most vulnerable part of his body.

  “That’s it, Scott. That’s a good boy, making Alpha feel good,” Derek growled, his free hand coming to rest on the back of Scott’s head, holding him in place. “Keep licking.”

  Scott’s tongue lost some of its hesitation, and pretty soon the boy was bathing Derek’s balls with his tongue, drenching them with spit, tasting the pre-cum that lubed the way for Derek’s hand before dripping down to cover his balls. The omega was relentless, sucking Derek’s balls into his mouth one at a time, licking his way over Derek’s sac and down into the crevice where Derek’s cock met his thighs before moving farther down to worship his taint.

  “Lower, Scott. Go lower,” Derek commanded, spreading his thighs wider and lifting his ass off the mattress, giving Scott access to his hole. Still jerking himself off, hand sliding up and down his hard length, Derek nearly came when Scott’s wet tongue pushed into his hole, eating him out like he was starving for it.

  “That’s it, Scott! Push it in there, boy! Fucking eat that ass!” Derek was shouting, his voice aggressive and harsh as he jerked himself off and pushed Scott’s head into his crack. Scott was making all kinds of obscene noises, his bound body squirming from side to side as he desperately ate out Derek’s hole.

  About to come, Derek’s knot felt like it was about to explode. He could feel his orgasm building all the way down in his balls, his abdomen feeling hot and tight as Scott stabbed his tongue into his ass, the jabbing movements going straight to his cock.

  “Fuck!” Derek growled, jumping off the bed and grabbing the knife on the bedside table. Cutting Scott free with forced carefulness, Derek used his closed fist on Scott’s lower back to pin him to the bed as he tossed the knife away, climbing on top of the writhing omega and lining the head of his cock up with the boy’s twitching hole.

  “Alpha, Alpha! Please!” Scott begged, pushing his ass up to meet the cock teasing his entrance. Not having the patience for any more games, De
rek thrust his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt in Scott’s eager ass. Though his knot was almost inflated, Scott’s ass took it greedily, clamping down on the base of Derek’s cock with no intention of letting go.

  The one thrust was all it took to have Derek’s balls pull up and his load shoot deep into Scott’s gut. The orgasm took him by surprise, and Derek dropped down on Scott’s body, letting the omega take his full weight as he pumped him full of come.

  “Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” Scott chanted, sounding like he’d found heaven as Derek squished into him and filled him up. Curling his arm around Scott’s neck, Derek turned over so that he was lying on his side, Scott’s head cushioned on his arm, body tucked into the curve of Derek’s bigger form.

  “Such a good boy,” Derek whispered, knot throbbing as he kept on shooting his load into Scott’s gut. He didn’t think he’d ever come this much or this hard, and it was amazing. Scott was still mumbling his little chant, completely out of it as he rode the high of finally being given what his body had been clamoring for.

  Hoping that the time spent in the box had done Scott some good, Derek held him tight and waited for sleep to take him. He was exhausted, partly from his workout, but mostly from the intense mental effort it had taken to stay away as Scott lay in the box.

  Scott was even more tired, eyes closing in sleep even as his ass worked Derek’s cock, milking him of every drop of come his balls could muster up.

  ***

  Scott woke up in stages. The first thing he noticed was how sore he was. The second thing was that Derek’s cock was still lodged in his ass, despite having gone soft. It was long and thick even when not erect, keeping Scott’s ass open enough that the sheets under his hips were wet with a combination of come and slick. Trying to twist away, Scott groaned when Derek’s arm around his waist tightened, pulling him in closer so that his back was plastered to the alpha’s muscular chest.

  “Good morning,” Derek mumbled, breath hot and moist against Scott’s ear.

  The night before came crashing back, and Scott let out a relieved gasp that he was finally out of the box. He remembered the sex, this time. Remembered being forced to lick Derek’s balls and ass. Remembered liking it.

  “Good morning,” he replied, the silence an oppressive thing now that he knew Derek was awake.

  “How are you feeling?”

  Scott took a moment to answer. He felt… fine. The memory of the box was fresh and horrible in his mind, but right now he didn’t feel too bad at all. Sore, yes, but in a good way. His only complaint was the wet spot under his ass, the clammy sheets warm and itchy.

  “Good, I think. Are you still mad at me?” Scott didn’t know where he got the courage to ask the question, but he needed to know if he was in danger of ending up back in the box. He shuddered at just the thought of it.

  “I wasn’t mad at you, Scott,” Derek said, sitting up with his back against the headboard, pulling Scott with him so that he was sitting on his lap. Being out of the wet spot was nice, and Derek’s lap was more than comfortable. It felt wrong that Derek’s body against his back should feel this good. Trying to get back the feeling of rage that had overwhelmed him when Derek lowered him into the box, Scott was surprised when it wouldn’t come.

  “The box isn’t a punishment, Scott. It’s to help you get in touch with your inner omega. I hate having to use it, but it’s what’s best for you.”

  Derek was rubbing his hand over Scott’s non-existent abs, fingers big and firm as they massaged his belly. It felt far too good.

  “I don’t like it,” Scott said, doubting that he would be able to change Derek’s mind. “Are you going to use it again?” If the box really wasn’t punishment, that meant that Derek was liable to use it at any time. The thought was as horrifying as it was depressing.

  “I think you need a few more times. Are you going to be difficult about it?”

  Scott wanted to be. Wanted to rage and fight Derek so that he wouldn’t mess with his mind like this. But that would only confirm Derek’s opinion that he needed the box. It would only make him more likely to use it.

  “No, alpha. I’ll do what you think is best.”

  It was the right thing to say. He could feel Derek’s chest swell, his happy rumble making Scott’s inner omega preen that he was doing well. It was disgusting, but there wasn’t any harm in enjoying Derek’s approval, was there?

  “I’m glad to hear you say that, Scott. If you really mean it, I’m very proud of you.” Derek crossed his arms around Scott’s shoulders, resting his chin on the top of Scott’s head. It made him feel enveloped and protected, Derek’s body muscular and hard and ready to protect him from anything that might want to hurt him. That Derek was the biggest threat he currently faced wasn’t something his instincts seemed ready to admit.

  “Are you hungry?” Derek was still holding him tight, his cock squeezed between his washboard abs and Scott’s lower back. It was getting harder, but Derek didn’t seem primed to do anything about it.

  About to answer, Scott’s stomach rumbled and answered for him.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” Derek laughed, jumping up, jolting Scott off his lap and manhandling him up into a fireman’s carry. Scott let out a gasp of surprise, bouncing on Derek’s shoulder as the alpha bounded down the stairs to the kitchen. They were both naked, but the house was warm and Derek didn’t seem to care.

  “Here, just wait one second,” Derek said, grinning happily as he dropped Scott down on a chair by the kitchen table, running out of the room with a bounce in his step. Scott couldn’t help but smile as he looked at his ass leaving the room, the alpha’s happy energy infectious.

  Scott had never seen Derek this happy before. It was weird.

  He was alone, Scott realized with a start. It felt wrong, and just as he started to wonder if he should go find Derek, the alpha returned. He had dressed in a pair of sweats, but his chest was bare. In his hands was a blanket, which he draped over Scott’s shoulders, kissing his forehead before pulling away.

  Now that Derek was back, the strange feeling that had crept up on him when he was alone returned. Relieved, he sat back and watched as Derek ran around the kitchen, making a mess as he whipped up a batch of pancakes.

  It was nice, sitting there as his alpha provided for him.

  “What are you smiling about?” Derek asked, turning away from the stove with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

  “Nothing,” Scott blushed, Derek’s muscular chest gleaming and pretty. God his alpha was attractive. “I was just thinking that this is nice, that’s all.”

  Derek grinned wider, walking over to where Scott was sitting and giving him a kiss. Scott parted his lips, Derek looming over him as he bent down to invade Scott’s mouth with his tongue. The joining of their mouths was hot. Derek took control and steered the kiss as Scott let him do as he pleased. Cock getting hard and hole suddenly feeling empty, Scott whined when Derek pulled away.

  “Eat first, then fuck,” Derek said, flipping the pancake over. By the smell he had been too slow to flip it before it burned.

  “Okay,” Scott said, ducking his head. He couldn’t wait.

  What?

  Scott took a moment and examined his feelings. Why wasn’t he mad? Why didn’t looking at Derek fill him with rage?

  Omega boxes were wrong. It was abuse, and only fucked-up alphas with no regard for their omega’s well-being would ever use one. So why wasn’t Scott disgusted with Derek? Why was he sitting there, smiling and lusting over the man?

  The box was working.

  The realization was like a bucket of cold water crashing over him and obliterating the good feelings that had invaded his being. Derek was still grinning and moving around like an amped-up monkey, but suddenly it didn’t seem so charming. The box was working, turning Scott into the little omega doormat that Derek seemed to want.

  Feeling cold, Scott had a thought that scared the shit out of him. Would being what Derek wanted really be so bad? Derek was willing to let
him go to school, have a career. He only wanted him to be submissive and respectful. Would giving in, being a traditional omega, really be so bad? Was fighting it worth the omega box and who knew what else Derek would come up with if it didn’t work?

  “What are you thinking about? You look so serious,” Derek said, coming over to Scott’s chair and crouching down next to it. Scott looked at him, wondering what life would be like with Derek if he gave in. If he just… let go. He met Derek’s steely eyes, taking in his rugged features and the thick stubble coating his jaw. He was so handsome, and if Scott just gave in, would he be nice as well?

  Was Scott the one fucking things up by trying to be something he wasn’t?

  “I was just wondering… I was wondering what it would be like if we did it your way.”

  “My way?” Derek raised his eyebrows, hand landing on Scott’s knee, giving it a squeeze.

  “Just… if I was a good omega. If I stopped… fighting you. I could still go to school and have a job and all that, right? I was just wondering… I was wondering if I might be making this harder than it has to be.”

  Derek’s smile bloomed wide, making him look impossibly handsome. Charming, like a prince.

  “I want you to be happy, Scott. I want that more than anything,” Derek was smiling softly, rubbing his thumb into the fold of Scott’s knee. “And I think that you will be, if we do this my way. I think that if you just gave it a chance, gave us a chance, you could be so happy with me.”

  Scott didn't know what to think, and when Derek leaned in and kissed him he stopped thinking entirely.

  It wasn’t until they were done eating, Scott sitting at Derek’s feet with his head resting in the alpha’s thigh as he worked, that he wondered if he might be making a huge mistake. If he wasn’t just giving in because it was easy.

  Derek looked down at him, eyes warm and pleased, his hand coming down to comb his fingers through Scott’s hair. The touch had him leaning into the palm of Derek’s hand, and by the time Derek was done petting him, fingers scraping over his scalp and making him tremble with sheer pleasure, his misgivings were forgotten.