Bound: Mason's Alphas

by D. J. Heart

  “You want to go first?” Mick asked. He pulled his fingers out of Mason’s hole, leaving him feeling empty and sore. “It’s your turn.”

  “No, I want to watch you fuck him while he eats me out,” Chris said. He pushed his ass down a little as he spoke, dragging it back and forth over Mason’s face. “I had no idea getting rimmed felt this great.”

  “Suits me,” Mick said, sounding happy. He grabbed Mason’s ass and pulled it back down to the mattress, grabbing his legs behind the knees and pushing them down to his stomach. Mason was bent in half at the waist, his view obstructed by Chris’s ass, and he could feel Mick lining his cock up and getting ready to thrust.

  “This is so fucking awesome,” Mick said, the head of his cock resting against Mason’s hungry rim. Mason tried to wriggle his ass, wanting the hard rod to fuck him now, but Mick didn’t move.

  “I know,” Chris said. The next thing Mason heard was the two alphas making out over him. Chris leaned forward, pushing his ass down, grinding into Mason’s face as he made out with his friend.

  When they pulled apart Mick thrust his hips forward and buried his cock, and Mason’s mind went blank.

  “Keep licking,” Chris growled, reaching down and twisting Mason’s nipple and making him cry out.

  It hurt.

  Mason wanted him to do it again. Mick ignored them both, fucking into Mason with even strokes, grunting a little with each thrust.

  “Come on, tilt your head back,” Chris ordered, abruptly shuffling back so that he was no longer sitting over Mason’s face. Confused, Mason obeyed the order. He hoped Chris didn’t think he was doing such a bad job that he wanted to stop.

  “Open up,” Chris demanded, sounding impatient as he pressed the fat head of his cock against Mason’s mouth. Mason parted his lips, and Chris pushed inside without hesitation. The massive shaft slid over Mason’s tongue, pressing toward the back of his throat on the first thrust.

  Mason choked, but Chris just pulled back a little and fucked forward again like his cock was a battering ram and Mason’s throat was a fortress he wanted to breach. He held Mason’s head between his hands and tilted his neck back, and then started fucking into his mouth. Each thrust went a little deeper than the last, and Mason had never felt so used.

  He might as well have been a pocket pussy for all the care that Chris was taking.

  On his fourth thrust, Mason’s throat gave and Chris slid down into his esophagus. Choking, unable to breathe, Mason wasn’t sure he liked the feeling of Chris using his throat like this. It was overwhelming and uncomfortable, and as Chris started speeding up, it only got more so.

  “How’s his throat,” Mick asked, his hips moving faster to match Chris’s thrusts.

  “Tight,” Chris grunted, pushing in balls deep and coming to a stop. He stayed there, his balls draped over Mason’s eyes, filling his throat and making it bulge. “Amazing.”

  Mick came to a stop as well, both his and Chris’s cocks buried to the hilt, and again Mason could hear the sound of his two alphas making out over his head. The kiss was aggressive, each alpha fighting for supremacy, neither one ever really winning.

  Feeling a little left out and, more importantly, needing to breathe, Mason lifted his hand and smacked Chris on his thigh. Chris ignored him, and getting light headed, Mason took his nails and scratched the alpha instead.

  Chris reared back, his cock slipping out of Mason’s throat, and when he looked down at Mason’s face his expression was angry.

  “What the fuck was that for?” he growled. He looked down at his hip where Mason had just barely drawn blood, his brow furrowing further.

  “I need to breathe,” Mason spit out, his voice rough and scratchy. “And I didn’t say you could deep-throat me.”

  Chris frowned, but before he could speak Mick broke in.

  “You didn’t like it?” He sounded curious, his head tilting to the side as he watched Mason with a critical expression.

  “Not really,” Mason said, suddenly feeling defensive. He was allowed to not like things. “It was uncomfortable.”

  “Oh,” Chris said. He sounded surprised, like it had never occurred to him that pushing the monster that lived between his legs down someone’s throat might not be the best feeling ever. “Most omegas I’ve been with liked it. I’m sorry.”

  Mason narrowed his eyes and looked up at Chris with a suspicious expression. If this was some weird attempt to make him want to live up to what these other omegas had been like, it wasn’t going to work.

  “Well I don’t,” he reiterated.

  “That’s… okay. I’ll stop,” Chris promised. He sounded a little dejected, but Mason didn’t feel sorry for him.

  “Good.”

  Mick laughed, and both Mason and Chris shifted their gazes toward him.

  “What?” Chris asked. He sounded defensive. Mick grinned wider and pushed the hair out of his eyes.

  “I’m just happy our boy isn’t a pushover.” He looked down at Mason. “You don’t give an inch, do you?”

  Mason didn’t say anything, but it felt good to have his alpha’s approval. Even if that approval was a little condescending.

  “Can you just finish fucking me?” he asked, wanting to get back to feeling good. All this talking was killing his buzz. They’d been having so much fun a few minutes ago.

  Mick barked out another laugh, looking delighted, and nodded.

  “Sure thing. What do you want Chris to be doing while I fuck you?” The question didn’t sound sarcastic, so Mason answered honestly.

  “He can sit on my face again. I liked that.”

  “Great,” Mick said, pulling out and thrusting back in. “Chris, you heard the man.”

  Looking a little put out but mostly eager to get back to business, Chris moved his ass back over Mason’s face and sat down.

  Mason started licking, loving the taste and scent of his alpha. Eating ass was so much better than getting his throat fucked.

  ***

  Chris felt bad. He hadn’t meant to make Mason uncomfortable, though in retrospect he should have asked before trying to skull-fuck him.

  It was just… the omegas Chris was used to fucking really did like that kind of thing. Chris had always sought out partners who liked it rough, and he had to remind himself that Mason was different. He might never like being tied up, spanked or dominated.

  Though Chris really shouldn’t complain. He’d never met an omega that wanted to lick his ass before, and he was almost pissed that he’d gone this long without knowing how amazing having someone rim his hole could be.

  It felt amazing, and just the act of sitting on Mason’s face satisfied Chris’s need to dominate. There was no doubt which one of them was in the subservient position.

  Mick winked at him, his hips driving his cock into Mason’s hole with the same ruthless determination Mick dedicated to every task, and Chris smiled.

  He was lucky. That was something he needed to remember.

  “You’ve got stamina,” Chris complimented his old friend. Mick grinned and started going faster, and Chris grinned as Mason’s hungry licks sped up to match the pace of the cock in his ass. He wondered if it was intentional, but he didn’t think so.

  Watching Mick fuck was impressive. He drilled his cock into Mason’s ass like he was punishing him, hips slamming against Mason’s ass, but the omega seemed to love it. His cock lay flat against his abs, framed by his toned thighs, twitching and leaking and just begging to be touched.

  Chris decided to make up for his earlier carelessness, and reached down and took the little cock in his fist. Mason jumped, and Chris pushed his ass down hard. He wanted Mason to stay exactly where he was as he brought him to orgasm.

  It didn’t take long, and as Mason shot his load, his whole body went tight. It caught Mick off guard, and he followed Mason off the edge with a look of surprise on his face.

  “Fuck!” he groaned, leaning over Mason as he buried his knot. He shuddered, letting go of Mason’s knees and lett
ing his legs slump back to the mattress.

  Chris watched his omega and his best friend both riding the high of their orgasms, and his own cock felt like it was going to burst.

  He moved back, dropping his ass down on the mattress, and pushed his cock down flat over Mason’s face.

  “I’m not gonna fuck your face,” he promised, his voice strained. “I just want… just the head in your mouth, please.”

  Mason hesitated a second, but then his expression went lax and he opened his jaw wide. He leaned his head back, letting Chris push his cock past his teeth and let it come to rest on his tongue.

  Chris didn’t hesitate. He started squeezing his knot and jerking his shaft, and within seconds he could feel his balls pull up ready to shoot.

  “I’m gonna come,” he warned, just a second too late. He was already shooting by the time he finished speaking. Mason’s mouth was overflowing by the second spurt, and even though he tried drinking it down, come was leaking down his chin and over his cheeks in white rivulets.

  Chris pulled back and aimed his cock right at his face, coating Mason’s face, hair, throat and chest with his load. When he finally stopped shooting, Mason was drenched.

  It was so hot Chris nearly came again.

  “He looks good like that,” Mick said. He looked relaxed and happy, his knot sitting tight in Mason’s hole, his skin glistening with sweat. “Covered in your fucking juice, man.”

  Mick swiped his fingers through a white puddle of come in the hollow between Mason’s collarbones, lifting them up and putting them in his mouth. Chris drew a sharp breath, watching his best friend lick his come off his fingers like it was the best thing in the world.

  Looking him right in the eye, Mick grinned and let his fingers out of his mouth with a wet plop.

  “Yum.”

  Chris shuddered, his balls twitching as he watched Mick’s mouth. He couldn’t believe he’d just done that. An alpha eating another alpha’s come. It was just so… hot.

  “That’s… wow,” Chris said, licking his lips and sitting down with his back against the headboard. He spread his legs on either side of Mason’s body and started wiping the come off his face, feeding it to him. Mason was a little bit too far away, so Chris shifted forward and put a couple of pillows behind his back.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked the omega between his legs. He used his thumb to remove a glob of come on Mason’s chin and shoved the digit into his mouth. Mason sucked on his thumb, acting like he hadn’t heard the question. He looked almost drunk.

  “Mason?” Chris prompted and Mason blinked up at him.

  “What?” he asked, the finger in his mouth making him mumble.

  “Feeling good?” Chris asked, and Mason smiled.

  “I came so hard,” he said. He closed his eyes and nuzzled his head back against Chris’s softening cock, turning his face and pressing it into Chris’s inner thigh.

  Stroking his hair, Chris stopped feeding him come and just enjoyed having him close. When he looked back up at Mick, the alpha was watching their omega with a fond expression.

  “We lucked out,” Mick said, his big hand on Mason’s inner thigh, just resting there. “Don’t you think?”

  Chris nodded.

  “Are you done soon?” he asked. He’d enjoyed blowing his load all over Mason’s face, but he wanted to go again. He wanted to feel Mason’s ass hugging his knot and milking him dry.

  “I think so,” Mick said, tugging his knot back and making Mason look up with a frown.

  “Stop that!” Mason growled, sounding indignant. Mick laughed, but he stilled his hips.

  “Sorry. Chris is impatient for his turn.”

  Mason looked up at Chris, his eyes narrow. “You have to wait.” His voice was firm.

  Chris grinned, just fine with that. He wasn’t in a hurry.

  ***

  Chapter 25

  When Mick’s knot had shrunk down enough that he could slip it out of Mason’s ass, he scooted back. He watched as Mason’s hole tried to close and keep his load inside, licking his lips at the sight. Mason’s hole winked and fluttered, gaping just enough to make a mess, and Mick had never seen anything prettier.

  “Your turn,” he said to Chris, moving aside to give the other alpha room. As Chris rushed into action, Mick jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom to wipe down his cock. When he came back, Chris had Mason on his belly and was fucking into him like a stallion in heat.

  “That’s a good boy,” Chris rumbled. He was lying flat on Mason’s back, his arm curled around Mason’s neck, with his legs spread out on either side of Mason’s body. His hips rose and fell like a jackhammer, and Mason was blabbering incoherently. The sound of Chris’s hips as they slammed down against Mason’s ass filled the room and mingled with Mason’s cries, and as Mick breathed in the overwhelming scent of alpha, omega and sex, he wondered how he’d gotten so lucky.

  Taking his cock in his hand, Mick got back on the bed and moved into position so that Mason’s head was practically in his lap.

  Chris uncurled his arm from around Mason’s throat and lifted his chest off his back, pushing his knees down between Mason’s legs and pulling the boy up so that he could fuck him doggy style.

  Mason, with his ass in the air and his chest plastered to the mattress, didn’t seem to mind the manhandling. He moaned and wriggled his ass, and when Mick shifted his body down so that his cock was pressing against the omega’s face, he started licking and mouthing at Mick’s shaft like it was the best thing in the world.

  “Think you can give sucking cock another go?” Mick asked, holding his shaft by the base and dragging the head over Mason’s lips, nose and chin. Mason’s face was already so wet and sticky with sweat, spit and come that Mick couldn’t see the trail of pre-cum he was leaving.

  “Mhmh,” Mason said. He tried to open his mouth to take the head of Mick’s cock inside, but Mick wasn’t going to give it to him until he’d asked for it.

  “Yes,” Mason said, and then—seeing that Mick wasn’t going to let him catch it—he opened his mouth and simply held still. His tongue was folded out over his lower lip, his mouth a perfect hole for alpha cock.

  It was tempting to thrust inside and go right for his throat, but Mick knew that they had to take this at Mason’s pace.

  “No teeth,” he warned, pushing the bulbous head of his member past Mason’s lips. The feel of Mason’s tongue on the underside of his cock was fantastic, and as Mason closed his lips down and started sucking, it took everything Mick had not to grab him by the hair, thrust forward and fuck his way into his throat.

  Looking up, Mick let his hand rest in Mason’s hair as he caught Chris’s eye. Watching his best friend and now lover fucking their omega while he got his cock sucked… it was like he was in paradise.

  “You like his ass?” he asked Chris. The alpha was still fucking Mason’s hole like he was proving a point, and doing a remarkably good job of holding Mason’s hips still as he drilled into him.

  “Yeah,” Chris grunted. His chest was puffed out and his shoulders were like something out of a comic book. Mick had never been more attracted to him. “I can feel your load in here.”

  Mick’s cock throbbed and he had to close his eyes at the sudden burst of arousal. The idea of both his and Chris’s load mingling inside their omega made his belly feel tight with tingling heat.

  “Yeah?” he asked, pushing a little deeper into Mason’s mouth. He fisted his hand in Mason’s hair and held him still, fucking his cock back and forth over the back of the omega’s tongue as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked. “Gonna fill him up too? Make him take both our loads?”

  Chris bucked, slamming his hips forward and burying his knot as he came. He reached forward and grabbed Mick by the neck and pulled him in for a scorching kiss.

  Licking into Chris’s mouth, tongues battling for dominance, Mick was caught off guard when Chris reached out and pinched his nipple. His whole body tensed up, and without any warning to Mason, he shot his l
oad.

  Mason choked on the sudden influx of come, rearing back and gasping for breath and coughing.

  “Sorry,” Mick said, pulling away from Chris. He took a hold of his knot in one hand and jerked his shaft with the other, spraying his load all over the top of Mason’s head and over his back.

  “Is okay,” Mason said, surprising Mick by leaning up and taking him back in his mouth. He tongued the slit of Mick’s cock, working his sensitive head and drinking down the rest of his load.

  When Mick was finally done shooting, Mason licked his lips and looked supremely satisfied.