by D. J. Heart
“You know me too well,” he laughs, handing the straitjacket back to Devon. “I’ll take it.”
“Great,” Devon says, looking across the room towards the beta at the cash register, “Logan! Come here and wrap this up for Mr. Tank.”
The beta hurries towards them, taking the straitjacket and rushing back to the register.
“You think Chad will like that?” Peter asks Evan, startling the boy and making him jump.
“What? Oh, yes. He’ll like it a lot,” Evan says flushing. Peter looks over to the display he’d been eyeing, giving Devon a look when he sees what it is. Omega gear. Devon shrugs, not repentant in the least.
“May I?” he asks, nodding towards Evan. Peter nods, ready to butt in and protect the boy if Devon gets inappropriate.
“See anything you like?” Devon asks Evan, moving over to the display. He picks up a collar, the strip of leather narrow and soft, nothing like the bulky monstrosity Peter sometimes makes Chad wear. He must have seen Evan looking at it.
“I don’t know,” Evan says, looking at the floor.
“No? Would you like to try it on?” Devon holds out the collar, and Peter watches as Evan debates with himself if he should take it or not. Evan carefully reaches out and takes the thin strip of leather, holding it like it might bite him if he squeezes too tight.
“Why don’t you let Peter put it on?” Devon asks, winking at Peter. Evan doesn’t seem upset or traumatized by this turn of events, so Peter doesn’t chastise the other alpha. Evan nods, handing the collar to Peter.
Fingers brushing the skin of Evan’s neck, Peter wraps the delicate collar around his omega’s throat. He buckles it tight, Evan gasping as he slides his finger under the leather to make sure it isn’t choking him.
Evan looks spectacular. Peter’s cock has gone hard as a rock, the mark of ownership—of a claim—resonating with his deepest instincts.
“What do you think?” Peter asks, putting his hands on Evan’s shoulders and steering him towards the mirror. Evan watches himself, pupils gone wide and dark with lust.
“Where would I wear it?” Evan asks, voice a little breathy. Peter rubs his shoulders, thumbs stroking the skin just under his collar.
“Wherever you want,” Peter says, grip getting a little tighter. Evan shudders, leaning back against Peter’s chest.
“At home? Sometimes?” he says, sounding unsure.
“Only when you want,” Peter assures him. Evan is not like Chad, and Peter needs to make sure that the ball is always in his court when it comes to things like this. He trusts Evan to let him know if he doesn’t like something, but he’s also wary of pushing. A collar, especially a simple one like this, is a nice innocuous place to start.
“Just when you feel like it,” Peter says, unbuckling the collar and handing it to Devon. The alpha looks smug as fuck, and Peter can’t help but smile at him. There is a reason he comes to this store.
***
Evan carries the bag with his new collar. It feels heavy though, in reality, it weighs less than the box of chocolate Peter had picked out for him.
“Come on,” Peter says, ushering him into their building, hand on his neck as they walk to the elevator. The leather of his glove reminds Evan of the collar and how he felt wearing it. Submissive and owned. Protected.
“Do you think Chad will like my present?” Evan asks, Peter having smiled but not offering an opinion when he picked it out.
“He’ll love it,” Peter assures him, hugging him against his chest as they wait for the elevator to rise. He’s still holding Evan’s neck in a firm grip, and Evan has to fight a submissive haze to stay cognizant. A month ago, he wouldn’t have stood a chance, but now—if he tries—he can keep it together.
They hang up their outerwear in the closet, Peter rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he takes their bags to his office.
“Chad won’t find them there,” he assures Evan, winking.
Evan finds Chad in the dining room, eating a sandwich like he’s trying to see how much he can fit in his mouth at a time. The alpha grins when their eyes meet, cheeks bulging.
“Hey, you’re back,” Chad says, as though it isn’t perfectly obvious.
“Yeah,” Evan says, going to sit next to the alpha. Chad has just come from working out, dressed in his tight compression shirt and basketball shorts, and he smells like fresh sweat and alpha. Evan leans in, Chad ignoring him in favor of gulping down his food.
“We got you your presents,” Evan says, excited. Chad stops mid-bite, turning to him.
“Yeah? Anything nice?”
“I think so,” Evan says. Chad reaches out and pulls Evan in against his side, crushing Evan against his sweaty body and giving him a kiss on the head. Evan squirms, loving the scent of Chad and how firm and warm his body is.
“Cool. You and I still need to finish our shopping. You can tell me if Peter’s gift is nicer than mine so that I don’t embarrass myself.” Chad lets him go, attention once more on his food.
“Do you want to have sex?” Evan asks, feeling horny and in the mood to get fucked. Chad freezes with his sandwich pressed against his lips, turning to Evan with a startled expression.
“Now?” he asks, still looking surprised. Evan doesn’t know why he would be. He should have figured out that Evan likes him like this—muscles pumped, skin glistening with sweat. Evan has certainly sought him out enough times after he’s completed his workouts that Chad should have noticed a pattern.
“Yes?” Evan hesitates, wondering if Chad maybe isn’t in the mood. It would be a first, but even alphas are human. “It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he says, not wanting Chad to feel bad.
“Not want to? What?” Chad asks, and now Evan just feels silly. He should have waited for Chad to initiate. Evan making the first move is probably a turn-off. Pushing back his chair, Evan stands to leave the room.
“Sorry. I’m just going to…” he starts walking towards the door, face burning with embarrassment. Before he makes it to the door, however, Chad leaps out if his chair and catches him around the middle, throwing Evan over his shoulder and running towards the bedroom. They pass Peter in the hallway, but Chad doesn’t stop, just shouts over his shoulder, “Evan is horny, gonna fuck,” and keeps running.
Dangling over Chad’s shoulder, Evan watches Peter blink. The huge alpha’s eyes darken, and he follows after them, hand reaching down to adjust his enormous bulge. Evan’s stomach flutters. He can’t wait to have both his alphas working him over. Fucking him. Stretching out his hole until all that’s left of him is pleasure.
Chad throws him on the bed, standing over him and staring down at him like some kind of conquering hero. His eyes are crinkled at the corners, but he isn’t smiling. He looks intent, mouth parted in anticipation.
“You want to get fucked?” he asks, voice an octave lower than usual. Evan nods, captivated by the sight of his alpha acting like this.
“You want my knot? Is your hole hungry for it?” Chad asks, pushing down his shorts, his hard cock springing free. Evan forgets to answer, mouthwatering at the sight of the deliciously huge tool. He can’t decide if he wants to suck it or sit on it.
Both. Evan wants to do both.
“Evan,” Chad says, a warning note in his voice. He strips off his shirt, revealing his impressive chest. His pecs are huge, and he flexes them when he sees Evan staring. Crawling up on the bed, Chad pushes Evan down flat on his back and straddles his chest, cock standing up straight over his head. There’s a pearl of pre-cum gathering at the slit of his cock, and Evan knows that in a matter of seconds gravity will pull it down, and the slick fluid will land on his face.
“I want to… I want it in my mouth,” Evan says, and Chad’s body spasms, the drop on his slit turning into a torrent of pre-cum as his balls pull up tight.
“Yeah? Suck it,” Chad orders, pushing his cock down, aiming it at Evan’s mouth. Evan parts his lips, the hard rod warm and hard like steel as it slides past his teeth and over his tongue. Suc
king in his cheeks, Evan does his best to swallow as Chad pushes his way into his throat.
“Is he being a good boy?” Peter’s voice comes from the other side of the bed, Chad grunting out an affirmative reply.
“Are you going to be a good boy?” Peter asks, moving to straddle Evan’s body, positioning himself behind Peter. Evan can feel when Peter starts playing with Chad’s hole, the alpha’s cock pushing in just a little too fast, making him choke.
“That’s enough, Chad. I want you inside him before I fuck you.” Peter swings his leg over Evan’s body, pulling Chad with him. The loss of Chad’s cock in his mouth, the hard length throbbing against his tongue, is a tragedy. Peter leans down and grabs Evan’s jaw, squeezing his cheeks, looking into his eyes.
“Chad is going to fuck you, Evan. Fuck you hard and fill you up with his come. Is that what your greedy little hole wants?”
Evan nods as much as Peter’s grip on the lower half of his face will allow. His hole yearns for Chad’s knot. Peter grins, wide and with teeth, letting go of Evan’s jaw and giving his cheek a few pats.
“Good boy.”
“Can I…” Evan says, trailing off at Peter’s intense look. Omegas aren’t meant to be coherent when an alpha looks at them like that.
“Can you what?” Peter asks, voice silky and dangerous. Evan feels goose bumps blooming on his skin at the sound of it.
“Can I wear my new collar?” he asks. He wants to feel the leather band hugging his throat as Chad fucks into him. Want Peter looking at it, eyes hungry and dark like they had been in the store.
“Good boy,” Peter growls, the sheer approval in his voice almost making Evan shoot his load. He turns to Chad. “Get your hole ready for my cock. I’ll be right back.”
Chad nods, pouring a generous helping of lube in his hand and scooting back into place so that Evan can suck him off as he works himself open. Evan leans up, catching Chad’s balls with his mouth. They hang loose in their hairless sac, warm and heavy.
Evan loves Chad’s balls.
Peter comes back, collar in hand, and buckles it around Evan’s throat. It’s a little tighter than it was in the store, Peter’s eyes intent as he slides his finger under the leather to make sure Evan isn’t being choked.
“Pretty little omega,” Peter croons, his voice a rumbling thing that rolls over Evan and makes his balls pull up tight. The vibration of the alpha’s voice reverberates deep into his bones, making him shudder. Peter turns to Chad, gripping him by the neck in a possessive display of ownership, “You have sixty seconds to come, or your cock gets the cage. Starting now.”
Chad leaps into action, flipping Evan onto his stomach and lubing up his cock in record time. He straddles Evan’s thighs, lines up his cock, and with a grunt of, “Are you ready?” shoves in with a snap of his hips that has Evan biting his pillow.
“Chad,” Evan moans, the alpha starting up a punishing rhythm. All Evan can do is hold on, riding the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Chad uses him hard, Peter’s deadline pushing him to be brutal.
“So good,” Chad growls, laying down on Evan’s back, curling his arm around Evan’s throat and holding him tight. Evan’s prostate is alive with pleasure, his cock making a big wet spot on the sheets under his body.
“Ten, nine, eight…” Peter starts counting, Chad plunging in balls deep and groaning like he’s in pain. Evan feels a rush of something slick and hot filling him, Chad’s knot engorging and locking him in place. The pressure on his prostate has Evan shooting his load, clenching down on Chad’s knot as he comes.
“Good boy,” Peter says, rubbing Chad’s shoulder. When Peter fucks into Chad, the alpha goes tense, the arm around Evan’s neck tightening.
Evan, cock spent, closes his eyes as Peter takes his pleasure in Chad. At one point, he can feel Peter reach down and stroke his finger over the edge of his collar, rubbing his hair affectionately before reaching for Chad.
Feeling crushed, warm, spent and happy, Evan falls asleep.
***
Aiden has a plan. He’s acquired the necessary equipment, and he’s made contact with the omega house where he’ll be selling Chad’s little bitch. It’s not the same one he’d interviewed at—that would be far too close to home—but it is a part of the same chain. Evan might be an annoying little shit, but like everything Peter owns, he’s top of the line. No second rate omega house would be able to afford him, and it would be suspicious if Aiden tried to sell him anywhere but the Virgin O.
Turning on the remote security camera he’d installed across the street from Peter’s building, Aiden settles in for the wait.
It takes almost a week for an opportunity to present itself, but when it does, Aiden is ready.
***
“You sure this is where you want to go?” Chad asks again, stopping at the entrance to the sex shop where Peter liked to buy his toys. Chad has been inside several times, but always with Peter, and usually because he was being measured for something.
“Yes. You don’t think he’d like something from here?” Evan asks, looking worried. Chad snorts. Obviously Peter is going to be happy for anything from this place, especially if it comes with a commitment from Evan to let him use it. Chad just isn’t sure that Evan knows what he’s getting himself into.
“He will. He’ll love it. Just don’t bite off more than you can chew, okay?”
“I won’t,” Evan assures him. They walk inside. As he holds the door open for Evan, Chad thinks he spots movement at the opening of the alley a few buildings down, but when he spends a few seconds looking he sees nothing. It must have been a trick of the light.
“Chad, welcome back. No Peter?” Devon greets him, coming from inside the store. Chad wonders if he just lurks around, waiting for his VIP customers. From what Peter has told him, the alpha certainly has enough of them.
“No, we’re Christmas shopping for him,” Chad says. He and Devon are pretty evenly matched when it comes to dominance, but Chad has a whole career of military and mercenary service to back him up. It always grates on him a little that Devon treats him like an equal.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” Devon says, grinning. “What are you looking for?”
“I’ve already got him a present. This is Evan’s show,” Chad says, pulling Evan in close. Devon looks down at the omega, raising an eyebrow.
“Right,” he says, looking like he isn’t quite sure how to address Evan. “What did you have in mind?”
“I’m not sure,” Evan says. “Maybe something he could use on me?”
Devon nods. “Why don’t we head over to the omega gear? See if we can find anything.”
Chad nods, and they follow Devon over to a section of the store Chad has never visited. Some of the restraints and toys he recognizes—smaller versions of what Peter uses on him—but some of them are foreign.
“What’s this?” he asks, picking up a weird little metal cylinder with a rotating handle on the top. He turns the handle, a small plate filling the cylinder that moves with each turn.
“That’s a nut crusher,” Devon says, taking it. He points to the bottom of the cylinder. “You see this hole? You widen it by turning the base like this, and then you fit it over the omega’s balls. Then you close it so that the balls are stuck inside the cylinder. When you screw the handle, the plate moves down, and it crushes the balls.”
Chad makes a face, happy that Peter has never tried anything like that with him. He might like pain, but there are limits.
“So not that one,” Chad says, looking down at Evan. The boy shakes his head, looking faintly horrified.”
“You don’t like pain?” Devon asks, eyes on Evan.
“N-No,” Evan says, stuttering.
“Not even if it would please your alpha?” Devon asks, crossing his arms and looking stern.
“It would not please his alphas,” Chad says, seeing no reason for Evan to answer that question. He adds, “Because his alphas aren’t assholes.”
“It’s
an omega’s duty—"
“Do you want me to punch you in the face? Because if you do, finish that sentence,” Chad says, keeping his tone friendly, even if the words aren’t.
Devon looks mad, but Chad is confident that if the alpha tried anything, Chad would come out on top. But that isn’t going to happen. Chad is a customer, and Devon can’t afford to piss him—or rather Peter—off.
“How about something like this?” Devon asks, changing the subject. He walks over to a selection of heavy duty leather gear, pointing to a sturdy sleep sack. It’s almost identical to the one Peter has for Chad.
Chad looks at Evan, examining his expression. Evan isn’t horrified, but he does look a little overwhelmed.