Bound to the Alpha

by D. J. Heart

  ***

  Derek was so happy he could burst. He might not have wanted an omega, but if this is what he had to look forward to he wouldn't trade Scott for the world.

  The box had fucking come through. Maybe having Scott lick his balls and eat his ass had helped, or maybe it hadn’t made a difference, but either way Derek was ecstatic. Scott was calm and happy, following him from room to room, content to sit at his feet and rest in the V of his thighs, arching into Derek’s palm when he petted him like his hand was fucking magic.

  And the way he was talking! Shyly confessing that maybe Derek was right, and that he might be making their bonding harder than it needed to be. It was like a dream come true.

  “Hey, Scott,” Derek tightened his fingers in Scott’s hair, lifting his face up so that the omega was staring at him from between his thighs. Blinking, looking almost drunk, Scott smiled up at him and nuzzled his face against his muscular thigh.

  “Yeah?” he asked, pushing his face deeper into the V of Derek’s crotch, nuzzling his nose up and down the outline of Derek’s hard cock. Derek let Scott move as he pleased, though he maintained his grip the boy’s silky hair. Scott was doing exactly what Derek had been about to ask him to do.

  “You want to suck my cock a little before I knot you?”

  Scott moaned, lips parting and closing down over Derek’s cock through his sweats. It was answer enough, and Derek pushed his chair back, spreading his legs wide as he pushed Scott back just long enough that he could free his cock.

  “Make me feel good, baby,” he demanded, resting his hands on his nipples, twisting and playing with them as Scott caught the head of his cock with his mouth. The boy closed his lips over it and traced the slit with his tongue. Grabbing Scott’s head, Derek abandoned his nipples in favor of pushing Scott further down on his cock. The omega gagged a little, choking when Derek hit the back of his throat, but he took Derek’s cock like a fucking champ. When he swallowed, Derek’s cock worked by the muscles in his esophagus, it was like every nerve ending in Derek’s cock came alive. It felt incredible, the pleasure moving from his cock and spreading through his body, making him feel alive and brimming with sexual energy, like the faintest touch could send him spiraling into orgasm.

  “Use your hands and fondle my balls,” Derek breathed out, Scott’s hands moving clumsily up to massage his massive balls. The added pleasure was almost too much; the combination of his cock in Scott’s throat and the way the boy was rolling his balls in his hands had Derek on the edge of shooting.

  Knot getting too big for Scott’s mouth, Derek pulled him off his cock—the omega’s breathing rough and ragged—and lifted him up onto his lap with his legs straddling Derek’s waist. They were sitting chest to chest, though Scott’s chest was more accurately plastered to Derek’s upper abs. Holding him tight, Derek lifted the omega higher and kissed him as he tried to aim his cock at the entrance to his slick little hole.

  It was harder than he’d thought it would be, his cock bouncing around as he tried to guide Scott onto the hard length. In the end it was Scott who came through, reaching under his ass and nudging Derek’s cock so that it was all lined up and all Derek had to do was lower him down. Scott let out a whine when Derek’s cock breached his ass, the fat head slipping past the boy’s tight rim, stretching him out and pushing in with determination.

  Derek gritted his teeth, taking it slow, prolonging his pleasure. He knew that Scott’s ass could handle it if he pressed him down hard, forcing him to take the huge length in one brutal go, but going slow was its own reward. The feel of Scott’s ass eagerly sucking him in, wanting him, was just as good as a rough entry. Maybe even better.

  “Alpha!” Scott complained, hands roaming over Derek’s chest, feeling him up with greedy gropes as Derek denied him the immediate satisfaction of his knot. He forced him to endure the slow slide down his cock, ass working his cock like magic.

  “So good, Scott. You’re doing so good for Alpha,” Derek praised, cock throbbing with pleasure as Scott’s hands found his nipples, the omega rubbing the numbs with his fingers, not quite brave enough to pinch or pull.

  A few inches more and Scott was almost at his knot, and at just the right height to latch onto Derek’s nipple with his mouth, sucking the pert nub past his lips and swiping it with his tongue. It was so good that Derek lost his grip, dropping Scott down on his knot, his ass swallowing it in one greedy go.

  “Ugh!” Scott grunted, hands on Derek’s waist clenching down as he took his alpha’s knot. The nipple still resting in his mouth forgotten, Scott seemed lost in the pleasure of taking Derek’s knot.

  But this was far from over. Once Scott was balls-deep—ass clenching down on the base of Derek’s cock, trying to keep him inside—Derek lifted him up, knot stretching him wide. He pulled him up and dropped him down, letting him slide down the pole of his cock with gravity doing all the work. It felt fantastic. Scott fucking mewled when the knot stretched his rim, his whole body shuddering.

  “That’s good, Scott. That’s a good boy,” Derek praised, lifting him up and dropping him down, enjoying the feel of sex unmarred by desperation or the stress of a reluctant omega. This is what bonding sex was supposed to be. Unhurried, slow, and wonderful. “How does it feel, Scott? Does Alpha filling you up feel good?”

  “Yes,” Scott managed to say, the word coming out a mumble as he planted his tongue on Derek’s chest, licking up and down as Derek bounced him on his cock.

  “I’m going to turn you around, okay?” Derek let Scott sink all the way down over his knot, gathering his wrist and pulling his hands away from where they were grabbing his waist. Spinning him around, lifting his knees to his chest to make way, he pulled on his knot and caused the most wonderful friction.

  “Argh,” Scott cried, his back coming to rest against Derek’s chest, legs held open by the spread of Derek’s thighs. Grabbing him under the arms, Derek lifted him again, thrusting his hips up to meet him as he sank back down.

  Derek continued fucking Scott by lifting and dropping him until his arms were shaking with the effort, his knot almost having reached the point where it would be too big to pass the rim of Scott’s ass. Each time he dropped the omega down, the boy’s wince would get more and more pronounced. It was time to bury his knot and come.

  Lifting Scott a final time, Derek thrust his hips up as Scott sank down, letting out a roar as the orgasm was torn from deep within his balls, the come gushing out of his cock and filling Scott with so much seed that he’d be bloated.

  “You want my seed?” Derek growled, pumping his hips with small movements, Scott’s ass milking him dry.

  “Yes, Alpha. I want it. I want it,” Scott answered, pushing his head back into Derek’s chest, jerking his little cock as Derek pumped him full.

  “Can I? Alpha, can I come?” he asked, voice breathy and hot. Derek’s cock gave an extra spurt at the words, knot throbbing in pleasure.

  “Let me do it,” Derek growled, reaching around and palming Scott’s cock, closing his big fist around the small organ. Letting out a cry of pleasure, Scott’s body went into a strange mix of boneless and tense as Derek jerked him off, his whole cock fitting in the tight space of Derek’s closed hand.

  “Give me your load, Scott. Show Alpha how much you like sitting on his knot,” Derek growled, feeling powerful and strong. It was an amazing feeling, having Scott sitting on his knot, eager and happy. Like he was doing something right.

  Scott came, body spasming as he emptied his balls into Derek’s tight fist. The feel of his ass clenching down as he came was sublime, with Derek’s knot feeling enveloped and squeezed in just the right way.

  “Good boy,” Derek growled, still jerking Scott’s cock, milking him dry of every last drop. Then, feeling dirty and adventurous, Derek lifted his palm to his mouth and licked it clean. The taste of Scott’s seed, salty and sweet, reminded him of his slick. It was delicious, and Derek decided that next time they fucked, he would pin Scott to the bed and suck his cock dry
. Scott would love it, and Derek would get to taste more of the boy’s delicious come.

  Maybe he would eat him out, first. Have him writhing and begging, drinking down his load before giving him his load.

  But that was next time. Right now Scott was on his knot, and everything was fucking perfect. All he should do now was sit back and enjoy it.

  ***

  Derek hated to do it, but the next two days he locked Scott in the omega box for five and six hours, respectively. The way Scott looked at him, wounded and resigned, just about broke his heart. The sex after, however, was phenomenal. Scott licked his body from head to toe, paying special attention to his ass, balls, nipples and cock. He even licked Derek’s feet, pushing his tongue between Derek’s toes in a way that had Derek squirming and giggling.

  The rest of the time Scott was quiet, happy, and submissive. He no longer tried to avoid sex, coming to Derek eagerly. He followed Derek around the house, happiest when he was close to his alpha. It was perfect.

  On Thursday, Derek removed the box from the bedroom, hiding it out of sight in the basement. Scott watched him carry it away with a strange look on his face, getting down on his knees when Derek came back upstairs and sucking his cock like he was starving and Derek’s come was manna from heaven.

  They ended up in the bedroom, Derek curled around Scott’s body, knot buried deep in his ass. They were both breathing hard, basking in the afterglow. Derek grinned a smug smile, mouth pressed over his omega’s neck, kissing along the edge of his collar. The taste of leather and salty sweat mingled on his tongue, Scott shivering when he scraped his teeth over the scar of his bonding bite.

  “Am I done with the box?” Scott asked hopefully when Derek was done playing with his neck, having relaxed his head back on the pillow. Derek considered how to answer.

  “Unless something changes, then yes. You’ve been a very good boy these last few days, and I’m so happy with you. Unless you start acting out again, I don’t think we’ll be needing to bring the box back upstairs.

  Scott seemed to relax, his whole body going lax. Derek tightened his arm, Scott molding to the curve of his body.

  It was a good day.

  ***

  Derek left the couch to pick up the phone, turning down the volume on the TV and giving Scott’s head a rub before leaving the room. Watching him go, Scott couldn’t help but admire the way his ass looked in his low hanging sweats.

  Scott was happy, but it was a weird kind of happy. He knew that he should be miserable, that Derek had wronged him, but he just couldn’t seem to bring himself to care. Derek had put the omega box away, and to be perfectly honest, being good for Derek wasn’t that hard. He liked being close to Derek. Liked basking in the warmth of his body. Liked being held tight, enveloped in the alpha’s muscular arms as the man’s massive knot filled him up.

  Why shouldn't he give in and try to be happy? Other than the box and one spanking, Derek hadn’t done anything to hurt him. Hadn’t given him any indication that he ever would hurt him.

  “Scott, your mom is on the phone,” Derek said, coming back into the room with the cordless phone in his hand and sitting down. Scott took the phone eagerly, putting it to his ear as he cuddled back up against Derek’s side.

  “Hey Mom,” he said, resting his head on Derek’s shoulder.

  “Sweetie, how are you doing? Is Derek treating you well?”

  She sounded worried. No doubt his parents had investigated his new alpha, and Scott was certain that they would be less than pleased with what they found. Horrified, even.

  “It was a little hard in the beginning, but that was mostly because we had such different ideas about things. It’s easier now that we’re used to each other.”

  Scott wouldn’t ever tell her about the omega box. His mom would be over at Derek’s house with a shotgun the moment she ever found out that Derek had hurt him like that. It wasn’t worth the pain it would cause her to let her know.

  Derek, listening to the conversation and pretending not to, went stiff when Scott said that things had been hard, but relaxed when he heard the rest of Scott’s sentence.

  “That’s good, Scott. Are you...? Do you think you can be happy? With Derek?” she sounded worried, voice a little wobbly. Scott felt a lump in his throat, the thought that he no longer belonged with his parents but with Derek making him feel nostalgic and sad.

  “I think so,” he said, feeling like he was about to cry. “Derek doesn’t mind if I go to school and have a career… and he’s totally hot.”

  Derek let out a snort, his mom saying nothing.

  “If you ever need to come home, we’ll be here for you, Scott. I don’t care what the law says—if you need help I will do whatever it takes, do you understand?” There was fucking murder in his mom’s voice, and Scott couldn’t help but feel grateful to have her. “And that goes for your dad, too. He says hi.”

  “Hi Dad,” Scott said, smiling into the phone.

  “Are you really okay?” his mom asked, voice lowered as though she knew that Derek was trying to listen in on what she was saying.

  “I’m okay, Mom. Really. You don’t have to worry about me.”

  “I want you and Derek to come by once your bonding period has ended. Can you do that? I need to see you.”

  “I’ll talk to Derek, okay? I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” Scott looked up at Derek, who nodded his head magnanimously. “Derek says it’s okay.”

  Once again his mom went quiet, the sound of her breathing the only thing letting Scott know she was still on the line.

  “I’m okay, Mom. I promise,” Scott said, feeling that it might even be true.

  “Okay. I believe you. Can I talk to Derek again, please?”

  Scott handed the phone back to Derek. The alpha took it, bringing it to his ear and once again moving off the couch. He left the room, his answer to whatever Scott’s mom had said not audible to the omega. When he came back he was smiling, dropping down on the couch next to him, draping his arm over Scott’s shoulder and pulling him in tight.

  “We’re going to visit your parents on Monday before I go to work. You can spend the day with them, if you want.”

  Scott twisted, looking up at Derek with a huge grin.

  “Really?”

  “You’ve earned it,” Derek said, leaning down and kissing the top of his head.

  Scott nestled in deeper under Derek’s arm, leaning against his side as the alpha turned the TV volume back up. He was looking forward to seeing his parents, but the idea of Derek meeting them didn’t sit as well.

  “When we go to see my parents, can we do it without the leash?” he asked, not wanting his mom and dad to see him like that. Not wanting them to murder Derek when they saw him like that.

  “I would prefer if you wore it. If they get upset, you can explain that it’s only when we’re out together. You’re allowed to leave the house without me.”

  “I don’t think that will make them happy,” Scott said, dreading what his parents would think—what they would say—when he showed up with a collar around his neck and Derek literally holding his leash.

  It wouldn’t be pretty, that was certain.

  “It’s not my job to make your parents happy, Scott. They need to accept that you’re mine now. They don’t get to decide how you live your life anymore. If they want to be a part of your life, they have to accept the way we do things.”

  Derek didn’t say anything else, though the arm around Scott’s shoulder tightened.

  “I just think—”

  “It’s not up for discussion, Scott. I don’t want to hear another word,” Derek barked, sounding annoyed. Scott let it go.

  He would worry about his parents’ reaction later. There was no point in arguing with Derek. It would get him nowhere, except maybe back in the horrible omega box.

  “Okay,” he said, Derek relaxing at his acquiescence. “Will we visit your family too?”

  Derek didn't answer right away, his eyes on the TV as Scott
waited for a reply. Was it such a hard question?

  “We will, but not until the weekend. They’re not… I don’t think they’ll be very understanding.”

  “Will I be allowed to talk to them?” Scott asked, remembering Derek’s order when they went to pick up his car at Tina’s place.

  “What?”

  “You said I wasn’t allowed to talk to them, look at them, or answer their questions. Do you still want that?”

  Derek looked uncomfortable, glancing down at Scott with a grimace. “Yeah, no. Ignore that. I was just nervous what my sister was going to say to you. When our bonding leave is up you can talk to them all you want, as long as you don’t act disrespectful.”

  “I won’t,” Scott assured him, making Derek smile.

  “I know you won’t, Scott. You’re a good boy.”

  Scott blushed, instinctively pleased that Derek was praising him. The warm feeling in the pit of his stomach was one that he only felt when Derek was happy with him. It was intoxicating and addictive, and he wanted to feel it often.

  Was it any wonder that alphas had managed to subjugate omegas so completely, if this was how biology helped them? They’d never stood a chance.

  With Derek a warm solid weight against his side, Scott relaxed and let his mind go blank. There was nothing he could do about his problems now, so there was no use thinking about them. For now he would just enjoy spending time with his alpha, unbothered by the rest of the world.

  Part Five: Calm Before The Storm

  Derek clipped the leash to Scott’s collar, wrapping the other end around his palm before checking himself over in the mirror. Gone was the bad boy leather jacket and thigh hugging jeans, replaced by a slick suit that showed off his wide shoulders, narrow waist, and tight bubble butt.

  His alpha looked good.