by D. J. Heart
Evan gasps for breath, looking up at him with a wrecked expression, mouth curved in a huge grin. Come is dripping down his cheek, but he’s caught most of Chad’s load in his mouth. Maintaining eye contact, making sure Chad can see what he’s doing, he swallows the load with a gulp.
It’s so hot Chad almost shoots his load again.
“Lick your load off his face,” Peter orders, and Chad feels a flush of shame at being ordered to do something so dirty. He should be making Evan eat the rest of his load, scooping it off his face and pushing it into his mouth with his fingers. But the idea of licking up his own come is also pretty hot... in a taboo way he would never admit. Like when Peter pisses on him or fists his ass. It’s something he shouldn’t enjoy but does.
So, obeying Peter with a flush of dirty excitement, Chad bends down in front of his omega and grabs Evan’s jaw in the palm of his hand, leaning in and licking a stripe up the side of his face. The taste of himself is bland and salty, inoffensive except for the knowledge of what it is.
“Good boy,” Peter praises, and Chad is startled to hear the alpha’s voice right in his ear. He jumps, looking over his shoulder to see Peter crouched down behind him, naked as the day he was born. Peter grabs Chad by the hips, pulling him back and pinning him against his chest, kissing his neck tenderly before biting down hard.
“Fuck!” Chad yelps, Peter’s teeth brutal and hot, the alpha’s hold on his body impossible to break. Knot throbbing, still huge and engorged, Chad relaxes back into Peter’s embrace and lets himself be marked. Evan stares at them with wide eyes, breathing fast as he unconsciously palms the crotch of his pants where his hard little dick is straining against the fabric.
Peter lets go of Chad’s neck, the bite throbbing in pain. It feels wet, but Chad knows that it’s just spit. Peter loves biting him, but he never breaks the skin. At least not without asking first, and even then he takes care to have supplies ready to sanitize the wound.
“Tell me what you want,” Peter demands of Evan, staring at him and rising up off the floor. He towers over both Evan and Chad, cock erect and huge as he looks down on them like a ruler surveying his loyal subjects.
“I want… I want your knot,” Evan says breathlessly, pupils blown wide, his voice tinged with the beginnings of his heat.
Just two days ago, the mere promise of sex would have Evan going into heat, but now that he’s getting used to Chad and Peter he has more control. On the one hand, it’s a good thing—meaning that Evan is bonding with them, settling into their relationship without any problems, but on the other hand… Chad liked how easy it was to send the boy into a frenzied spiral of arousal by simply pulling him in for a hug.
“Chad, take off his clothes, and re-tie his hands behind his back,” Peter orders, the order delivered with his usual cool control. Both Evan and Chad shiver with excitement.
Chad undresses Evan quickly, pulling down his slick soaked pants and ripping off his shirt, before gathering his wrists behind his back and tying them tight.
Evan is taking to bondage like a duck to water, offering no objections to being bound. And, more importantly, he doesn’t seem the least bit scared to be rendered even more helpless to his alphas.
“Good boy,” Peter says, bending down. He lifts Evan up on the couch, setting him down with his ass up, resting on his knees and chest, hands pushed out of the way by Peter’s tie.
“Ugh!” Evan cries as Peter folds three fingers together and pushes them past his rim. Chad watches as Peter scissors Evan open with rough movements, making quick work of it. Now that he’s no longer a virgin, Evan’s body has adapted and needs hardly any prep at all. It’s amazing how easily he takes them, yet how tight his ass feels around their knots.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Evan. If it’s too much, I want you to say the word red. Do you understand?”
Chad feels a thrum of excitement, remembering the first time Peter gave him a safeword. That fuck had been brutal, and he’d wanted to use the word and held back in an effort to please his new alpha. To say that Peter was displeased was an understatement. Chad had wanted to curl up and die; the lecture Peter gave delivered with such cold fury that Chad has never tried to be tough for him again.
“He means it, OK?” Chad says, bending down and speaking directly into Evan’s ear. The omega holds his breath, and Chad wonders if he knows about safewords and understands what Peter is trying to do. “If you stop enjoying it, and you don’t use the word, he’ll be furious. Trust me, I know.”
“OK. I understand,” Evan says, sounding convinced.
“What do you say if it’s too much?” Peter asks, gripping Evan’s hips in preparation for fucking the living daylights out of him.
“Red, Peter,” Evan says, voice firm and resolute. It sounds adorable, coming out of an omega who’s bound up and about to be pounded by an alpha like Peter.
“Very good. Chad is right. If you need to use it and you don’t, I will be very upset with you. Now, are you ready?”
Evan takes a deep breath, a small shudder running through his body before he answers. “I’m ready, Peter.”
And that’s it. Peter slams his cock home, grabbing Evan’s bound arms over his wrists and using the grip for leverage as he slams his cock deep into the omega’s ass, the sound of his hips crashing into Evan’s ass like he’s smacking the shit out of him.
Evan cries out in surprise, grunting with each thrust. Chad watches with bated breath, amazed that Evan can take the rough handling. Wanting to fuck him like this himself.
Impossibly, Peter gets rougher as it becomes clear that Evan can take it. It’s a brutal display of dominance and submission, Evan yielding to Peter’s cock in his ass like the ideal omega.
“Good boy,” Peter growls, slamming his cock in deep a final time, dropping down on Evan’s back as he comes hard. Evan grunts at the weight on his back, chest sliding down the couch so that he’s lying down flat, Peter laying on top of him.
“You OK?” Peter asks, rolling them around and sitting up, Evan impaled on his knot and seated on his lap.
Evan only nods, resting his head back on Peter’s chest as he closes his eyes. He looks fucked out and happy as shit, lips stretched in a satisfied grin.
“That was hot,” Chad says, cock achingly hard once again and ready to go another round. Peter gives him a satisfied smile.
“It’s your turn next, boy,” he says, voice dripping with dominance. Chad’s stomach fills with butterflies at the dark promise, his balls pulling up in pleasure. His ass can’t take that kind of pounding. Would Peter try?
Peter laughs, and Chad wonders what kind of expressions are dancing across his face. The idea of being dominated so thoroughly is both hot, scary and intensely disturbing.
“I meant it will be your turn to fuck him, Chad. Though if you want…” Peter’s look is positively devious, and Chad blushes in embarrassment. He’d thought Peter meant… well. He’s glad he misunderstood. Sort of.
“We’ll come back to it,” Peter says, voice full of promise. Chad shivers in anticipation.
“I want to come,” Evan announces, interrupting Peter and Chad’s moment. Chad looks down at him, a little surprised at the blunt request. Evan seems surprised too, blushing hotly.
“Try again,” Peter says, putting a hand on the boy’s abs, fingers splayed wide. His voice is stern, and Evan shrinks in on himself.
“He means you have to say please,” Chad explains, taking a hold of Evan’s knees and sliding up his thighs until he’s framing the boy’s crotch with his large mitts. Breath hitching, Evan looks up at Peter over his shoulder.
“Can I please come?” he asks, adorable and hopeful. Peter smiles down at him with a kindly smile, the hand on his lower stomach sliding down to curl around Evan’s cock. Peter’s fist is so large that Evan’s cock disappears inside it, and when Peter starts squeezing down and jerking the little length off, Evan writhes in pleasure as his eyes roll back in his head. Chad leans down and licks over the omega’s balls
, tongue moving further down until he’s swiping at the boy’s rim, licking along the base of Peter’s cock.
Both Peter and Evan jump, Evan shooting his load into the alpha’s hand. Peter brings his dirtied palm up to Evan’s mouth and makes him lick it.
After about half an hour, Peter’s knot goes down, and he pushes Evan off his lap, untying his wrists from behind his back before handing him over to Chad.
“Your turn,” he says, and sits down on the couch to watch as Chad pushes Evan down on the floor and prepares to mount him.
The sex is perfect. Chad fucks Evan’s pliant body hard, Peter’s gaze burning into the back of his neck, coming with a grunt and filling the boy up with his load and plugging him tight with his knot. All thoughts of Evan having come across his internet browsing history have left his mind, everything light, hazy and problem free.
He should have known better…
***
Peter is woken by the sound of distressed whimpers, wondering what the hell is going on. He looks down at his new omega; the boy cradled safely under his arm, Chad’s leg thrown over his hips and is surprised to see the omega’s face scrunched up in distress.
Chad is sleeping peacefully, his handsome young face relaxed and happy. Not wanting to wake his young partner, Peter gently pushes his leg off Evan’s body and scoops the omega up in his arms, carrying him out of the room.
“What..?” Evan asks, waking up and blinking up at Peter with a confused expression. Peter lifts him up and kisses his forehead, not answering until he’s closed the door behind him.
“You were having a nightmare,” he says, carrying Evan to the kitchen and setting him down in one of the chairs behind the island bar. Evan frowns, looking down at the counter with hunched shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he says, voice small. Peter wants to growl at him to shut up and stop being so stupid all the time, but he holds his tongue and tries to smile gently. It’s not Evan’s fault he’s been raised to be submissive and unobtrusive. It’s going to take patience and a gentle hand for him to come into his own, and Peter is determined to stick it out. He hasn’t snapped or lashed out so far, and it’s only getting easier.
“Don’t be silly,” he says, going to the sink and filling a glass of water. He sets it on the counter in front of the omega. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”
Evan looks up at him, doing that thing where he keeps his gaze low but still catches everything. Omegas are watchful; Peter has discovered.
“It was silly,” he says, avoiding an answer. Peter frowns. Should he put the boy under and get him to answer that way? It would be a use of force, but Peter needs to know if something is bothering Evan. Needs to know what’s going on with him so that he can protect him.
It’s weird, he thinks, how attached he’s getting to the barely adult omega. They have nothing in common whatsoever, and since Peter does not find weakness or natural submission attractive, he had not expected to be particularly interested in the boy. But he is. Despite his preference for other alphas, he is an alpha, and the instinct to protect, care for and fuck the omega who has come to be in his den is still very much present.
It’s a surprise, to say the least.
But Evan has a strength to him. A calculated way of looking at the world that Pete knows Chad hasn’t noticed, but that he finds strangely attractive. Chad still seems to think that Evan is simple, like a child, when it is clear as day that he isn’t.
Pulling up to his full height, Peter lets his smile slip off his face. He is Evan’s alpha, and he will be obeyed.
“Let me rephrase that,” he says, keeping his voice just off the edge of hard. “Tell me about your nightmare.”
Evan looks down, clearly wanting to disobey. Peter grabs him by the neck, squeezing down firmly. Evan goes limp under his hand, none of the initial resistance that he’d feel and relish if he were pulling this trick on Chad.
He might be getting attached to Evan, but if it were just the two of them, Peter would be bored out of his mind. He needs a partner that will try to buck him when he gets on his back. A wild stallion, rather than a tame pony.
But while Evan would bore him with the ease of his submission, he has slotted into Peter’s life without a hitch. And by God Peter will make sure he’s happy.
“I was just… I was dreaming that I went somewhere else,” Evan says, voice small. Peter frowns. He knows just how bad it can get for omegas, but he was under the impression that the omegas at the center were sheltered from that kind of knowledge. That they were untroubled with the realities of the world. Then again, thinking that might have been naive.
Peter gives Evan’s neck a firm squeeze, shaking his head gently before letting go. He wraps his arms around Evan’s chest and lifts him up, walking to the living room. Evan doesn’t protest, and when Peter settles the boy in his lap, back draped over Peter’s wide chest he relaxes back into Peter’s embrace like it’s the safest place in the world.
“Tell me about your dream, Evan,” he says, rubbing his hand over the boy’s chest. Evan tenses at the question.
“Evan…” Peter warns, hand stilling and pressing lightly down. Evan breathes in deeply, chest pushing against Peter’s hand.
“I dreamed that I ended up in an omega porn studio… I just… I know I’m very lucky.”
Peter sighs. Having never had any interest in watching omegas get fucked, he’s never gravitated towards that kind of porn. When, on the rare occasion he’s wanted to watch something he could jerk off to, he seeks out porn featuring alphas. Battles for dominance where each partner gives it their all and the loser gets mounted and knotted. Chad, on the other hand…
Chad’s computer. Peter wants to groan, but he holds it in. Evan must have seen something that upset him.
Peter is going to wring Chad’s fucking neck…
“Did you see something that made you think about this?” Peter asks. Evan freezes.
“I…” he doesn’t answer, breathing fast.
“I’m not mad if you did,” Peter says, reassuring him. “I just want to know if you saw something that upset you.”
Evan is quiet for a minute, his body tense as Peter rubs his chest and belly, one arm slung across his waist and pulling him in tight.
“I typed in the address for the school website in the address bar, and it suggested a porn site, and I looked at it.”
Peter is about to speak, to reassure him that it’s OK and let him know in no uncertain terms that he will never end up in that situation when Evan keeps talking.
“I knew one of them. Joshua. He was at the center with me.”
Peter doesn’t know what to say. “Oh. What did you think about that?” he asks. He hopes Joshua wasn’t a good friend.
“I was glad it wasn’t me,” Evan says, voice tinged with horror. “I’m a horrible person.”
“No, you’re not. It was a scary reminder of what could have happened if you hadn’t ended up with me and Chad. It’s okay to feel shaken and relieved.”
“Why does Chad…” Evan is quiet for a minute, Peter rubbing his chest in soothing circles. “Why does Chad look at websites like that? Doesn’t he care that…?” Evan doesn’t finish his question, but Peter knows what he means.
“It’s not that he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t think. I’ll have a talk with him about it, okay?”
Evan nods, relaxing back into Peter’s chest without saying anything else. After a while, Peter asks him, “Do you want to go back to bed?”
“Okay,” Evan says, blinking and opening his eyes. It seems he’d almost gone back to sleep, but Peter needs to lie down to get some shut eye. “That sounds good.”
Peter carries him back to the bedroom, Chad pulling Evan into his body the minute the omega is back in the bed, not waking up. Peter slips under the covers, wrapping an arm over both Evan and Chad, holding them tight.
After a few minutes of listening to Evan and Chad breathing deeply, he goes to sleep.
He’ll talk to Chad in the mornin
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***
Part Three: Adored
Chad grits his teeth and goes down in another squat, thighs trembling as the weights over his shoulders press his body down towards the floor. It’s the last rep, and he’s a sweaty mess.
With a grunt, he pushes back up, releasing the bar so that it clatters loudly to the floor. The treadmill is next, even though his legs feels like they’re about to give out at any second. But that’s how Chad likes it. He wants to lose himself in the endorphins that come from pushing his body to the extreme.
He gets on the machine, turning on his usual program while he ponders his problem: Peter is mad at him, and he doesn’t know how to make it right. It’s stupid, really. Evan had been upset when he saw the porn on Chad’s laptop, sure, but aside from having a nightmare he’s been just fine. It’s Peter who’s being unreasonable.