by D J Heart
He hoped he wasn’t biting off more than he could chew.
“Come here. Lay down and hang your head over the edge,” Jack ordered. He sounded eager.
Sam obeyed, but he was slow. He shifted closer to the edge of the bed, turning his body and pushing himself back until the back of his neck was resting on the edge of the mattress.
The angle made Jack seem like a colossus.
“Open up,” Jack said, grabbing his shaft and lifting it up. He stepped forward so that he was standing over Sam’s face, his huge balls hanging down right over Sam’s nose.
Sam didn’t know how he was supposed to suck Jack off like this. Jack had to step back if Sam was going to have even a chance of reaching the head of his cock.
But Jack surprised him. He bent his knees, his heavy balls landing on Sam’s nose and spilling down to his mouth. They were soft and heavy, and for a moment Sam couldn’t breathe he was so turned on.
“Come on, Sam. Work my balls,” Jack demanded, reaching down and pushing one of his over-sized orbs against Sam’s lips.
Opening up, Sam started licking at the silky pouch of Jack’s nuts. It tasted like salty sweat and musky alpha. He opened wider, feeling greedy and wanting more, trying to take Jack’s right nut into his mouth. Jack helped him by pushing down on the testicle with his thumb, lodging it firmly inside his mouth.
“Oh fuck. Now suck it,” Jack demanded. He was bent over, one arm on the mattress next to Sam’s body, and he sounded wrecked. His free hand was on his shaft and he was jerking himself off with long, tight strokes.
Sam obeyed, sucking hard, feeling Jack tense up and stutter over him. Opening his eyes, he stared up at Jack’s taint with a sense of incredulity. He couldn’t believe he was here, his face between a werewolf alpha’s legs, sucking on a testicle the size of a plum.
“Fucking hell!” Jack cried out, laughing as he yanked his ball out of Sam’s face and reared back, pushing the head of his cock against Sam’s lips and forcing it inside just as he started to come.
Sam choked. The barrage of come shooting into his mouth was obscene, and Jack was showing no signs of stopping. Spurt after spurt of come shot into his mouth, leaking out the corner of his mouth and running down his face as he tried to swallow.
When Jack finally stopped shooting he dropped down to his knees, grabbed Sam’s face in his hands, and kissed him.
Sam open his mouth and let him inside, reaching down to his own cock and jerking himself to completion.
He shot his fifth load for the day, Jack licking into his mouth like his load was the best thing he’d ever tasted. The orgasm rocked through him, and Sam almost passed out as his balls and prostate tried to supply something to go along with his orgasm.
The intensity of it almost hurt, and Sam couldn’t believe how much fun he was having.
***
Jack
Jack dropped down on the bed next to Sam, pulling the omega up on top of him and rotating him around so that their heads were facing the same direction. He let Sam come to rest with his head on his chest, holding him in place with a relaxed arm over his back.
His cock was squeezed between his and Sam’s bellies, and the pressure on his knot felt great.
“You came too?” he asked, pretty sure he’d felt Sam jerk and spasm in what was becoming a familiar pattern.
“Yeah,” Sam said, sounding breathless. Jack was happy. He’d worried that he was being too rough with Sam, basically sitting on his face and rubbing his balls all over him, but Sam had seemed to like it.
“Good.” Jack didn’t say anything else. He needed a second while his knot went down and where he could catch his breath.
“Your dick smells really good,” Sam blurted out. Jack barked out a laugh and ruffled Sam’s hair, his tendril of warmth curling in his belly at the confession.
“I’m glad. I like the way you smell, too.”
Jack played with Sam’s hair, looking up at the ceiling as Sam breathed on his nipple. The hot little puffs of air were driving him crazy, and he pushed Sam’s face down so that he would take the nub in his mouth.
“Suck it, babe,” he demanded, rubbing his fingers over Sam’s scalp as he pushed him into his chest. Sam parted his lips and started mouthing at the sensitive nipple, and Jack groaned.
It felt so good. He let it go on for a few minutes, Sam clearly enjoying himself, feeling lazy and wonderful.
But they should get going. He pushed Sam away, giving him a kiss on the cheek before sitting up.
“Okay, let’s open you up,” he said, his cock throbbing. He wanted to knot Sam now, but he needed to work his hole first. “Do you want to be on your back or front?”
Jack climbed off the bed and opened the drawer containing his collection of dildos and vibrators, pulling out three rubber cocks that he’d use to get Sam to open up. The dildos were all the same length—about twelve inches—but they differed in circumference. Grabbing the bottle of lube off the top of the dresser he carried his toys to the bed.
“I don’t know,” Sam said, sitting up. “Which is best?”
Jack dropped the lube and dildos on the bed and climbed onto the mattress, standing on his knees and looking down at Sam.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, tilting his head. “If you’re on your back you’ll have to hold your legs up by yourself, though. It might be more comfortable to be on your stomach.”
Sam lay down, pushing his legs between Jack’s spread knees and rolling around so that he was on his stomach. The view of his ass was spectacular, and Jack’s chest rumbled in pleasure as he grabbed his omega’s ass and spread his cheeks to expose his plugged up hole.
“Grab those pillows, would you?” he said, pushing at the plug with his thumbs. Jack’s ass was stretched around the wide base, and for a second Jack worried that he’d inflated the base of the plug too much.
Sam reached up and grabbed the pillows at the head of the bed, tossing them back so that they landed on his back. Jack grabbed them and reached under Sam’s waist, lifting him up and stuffing the pillows under his crotch.
The pillows lifted Sam’s ass, and Jack was entranced by the sight of the perfect bubble butt on display in front of him. Holding on to Sam’s cheeks, clutching greedy handfuls of flesh, he pushed himself down until he was lying between Sam’s thighs, his head right over the delicious ass.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, tracing the edge of the plug and Sam’s rim with his thumbs. Sam hissed, jerking at the contact, but he shook his head.
“Just full,” he said, sounding breathless. “Is good.”
Jack grinned, and without giving it any more thought he dove in and licked his way up from Sam’s taint, into his crack, and then around the plug holding him open.
Jack loved ass-play. He’d always fantasized a lot about this part of having an omega—about fingering them open, stretching them out so that they’d be able to take his cock—but the reality was so much better than the fantasy.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded between licks, rubbing his cock into the sheets beneath him. He reached under Sam’s thighs and curled his arms around them, holding on as he feasted on his omega’s hole.
“It’s full,” Sam said, pressing his face into the sheets under his nose. “And it just… it feels so big.”
Jack grinned, fingers finding the valve on the bottom of the plug. He pushed down, and a hiss of air escaped the plug. Sam let out a sigh, relaxing onto the pillows under his ass as Jack emptied the plug and its base of air.
When Jack slipped the plug out Sam’s ass, his hole gaped and winked up at Jack, exposing the pink flesh of his insides. Jack dribbled a generous helping of lube into his right hand, coating his fingers and pushing them together to form a cone.
“How do you feel now?” he asked, pressing his fingers against Sam’s hole. The tips of all four of his fingers slipped in without meeting any resistance.
“Good, alpha,” Sam said, sounding drunk. “Empty.”
“You want me to f
ill you up?” Jack asked, gently fucking his fingers in deeper and deeper. Sam moaned, pushing his ass up to meet Jack’s hand.
“Yes, alpha,” he cried.
Jack grinned, pushing forward and letting Sam swallow his hand past the knuckles, only his thumb left outside. He rotated his hand, using his thumb to press down on Sam’s taint and squeeze his prostate from both sides.
Sam bucked, trying to pull away from the intense pleasure.
“Jack, I can’t…” he bit out, sounding overwhelmed.
“Too much?” Jack asked, letting up. He curled his thumb up in between his other four fingers and started pressing it inside, wondering if Sam would be able to take his whole fist.
If he wasn’t, Jack decided he’d work his hole until he could. The idea of sinking his big hand all the way inside Sam’s opening—of filling him up—made his balls pull up tight in pleasure.
“It’s… oh,” Sam said, sounding surprised, the widest part of Jack’s hand sliding past his rim. Jack held his breath, his cock leaking pre-cum, and unclenched his hand inside Sam’s ass.
“You’ve got my whole hand inside of you,” Jack said, his voice pitched low and sounding awed. “It’s so fucking hot. How does it feel compared to the plug?”
Jack was sure that the plug hadn’t been as wide as his wrist, but it wasn’t for off. Sam’s ass should be used to this.
“It’s different. Better,” Sam said. He sounded a little drunk, and Jack reached down and started jerking himself off. He pushed his hand in deeper into Sam’s ass, rocking it back and forth and making Sam whimper.
He stopped when Sam let out a pained sound, a good three inches of his wrist buried in Sam’s ass, and pulled his hand all the way out. He leaned over Sam’s back and kissed his neck, rubbing his jaw on Sam’s shoulder and stroking his flank.
“Good boy,” he said, licking over his claiming bite before moving back between Sam’s knees. Sam’s hole had stopped gaping, and Jack marveled at its wonderful ability to stretch and revert back to its previous shape—though he hoped he wouldn’t have to start from scratch each time he wanted to fuck Sam.
Jack was an alpha after all, and there would be times when he’d want to pin Sam down and fuck into him without having to worry about prep or lube or that he couldn’t take it.
Jack would never be able to do that unless Sam’s hole adjusted to the fact that several of his alphas were well above average in both length and girth.
“Are you ready for more?” Jack asked. He started lubing up the smallest dildo as he waited for an answer.
“More?” Sam asked. He sounded a little worried, and Jack stroked his ass comfortingly.
“Tell me if it gets too much, okay? You don’t need a safeword, just tell me to wait or stop and I will. Can you do that?”
Sam hesitated, but then he nodded.
“Are you sure?” Jack asked. He was having fun, but he wanted Sam to be as into it as he was. “We can take a break for a few hours if you want. This is supposed to be fun for both of us.”
“I want to keep going,” Sam said. He sounded sure, and so Jack didn’t ask him again. He pressed the smallest dildo inside, driving it forward until the whole length was buried in Sam’s ass.
He fucked it in and out for a few minutes, switching for the middle dildo when it was clear that Sam wasn’t in any pain. Sam grunted when Jack pushed the last few inches inside, and Jack stopped.
“Does that hurt?” he asked. He could feel the same point of resistance he’d encountered when he’d fucked Sam the night he’d claimed him. Unlike Max, Jack’s solution was not just to slam past it.
“Not really?” Sam said, phrasing it like a question. The he thought about it, saying more decisively, “No. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just… tight.”
Jack grinned, pulling the dildo half way out. “Well then, let’s stretch you out a little,” he said, pushing the dildo back in.
After about five minutes, Sam was totally relaxed and Jack could switch to the biggest rubber cock.
This one stopped completely once it was three quarters of the way in, and Jack spent almost half an hour gently easing it inside, Sam gasping and clenching the sheets as he tried to relax around it.
There was a part of Jack that loved opening Sam up like this—of going deeper Sam was designed to be fucked—but mostly he wished he had a smaller dick so that this wouldn’t be a problem.
“Let’s take a break,” he said once he had the dildo buried to the hilt. He lay down next to Sam, one hand on the plug and keeping it in place, stroking his back and telling him how good he was doing.
“Are you having any fun?” he asked, feeling bad. His cock had gone soft Sam’s discomfort was so distressing.
Sam turned his face and grinned. “My dick is so hard, man. It’s like… I hate it, but it feels good at the same time, you know?”
Jack licked his lip, unable to relate to what Sam was saying at all. He wondered if this related to the masochism thing that Max was so excited about.
“So you’re not miserable?” he prodded. Sam smiled and shook his head.
“I’m good,” he said.
After a few minutes of rest, Jack started cautiously fucking the huge dildo in and out of Sam’s ass. Gradually, like Sam’s body wasn’t sure it should be going along with this, Sam loosened up inside and the dildo started sliding back and forth without Sam wincing like he was being stabbed in the gut.
Taking the rubber length out, Jack was finally ready to knot Sam again. He smeared his cock with lube—even though Sam’s ass was leaking like crazy—and aimed his massive length at the now gaping hole.
“Are you ready for my knot?” he asked, his voice coming out like a growl. It startled him. He sounded more like Max than himself.
Sam shuddered, pushing his arms out in front of him and grabbing the sheets and lifting his ass.
“Please, alpha,” he pleaded, shaking his ass in a way that made Jack feel like he was going to lose it.
He pushed inside with a brutal stroke, going balls deep without making Sam cry out in pain. Lifting his hips, Jack slammed his cock back home.
He’d opened Sam up, and now he was reaping his reward. Within minutes he was sweating heavily, grunting and growling as he drilled his cock into Sam’s willing hole. Sam whimpered and cried out, but on each thrust he lifted his ass to meet Jack’s cock.
Just knowing that he could fuck into Sam as hard as he wanted without having to worry about hurting him was worth the day’s efforts.
“You like that?” he asked, his hips working like a jackhammer as he kissed and licked Sam’s neck.
“So good,” Sam mumbled, sounding out of it, tilting his head to expose his neck for jack’s mouth.
When Jack came it was explosive. His whole body shuddered, his orgasm taking him off guard, sparks dancing in front of his eyes as he emptied his load into his omega and locked him in place on his knot.
Rolling over onto his side, Sam’s ass working his knot and milking his cock, Jack tucked Sam in under his chin and grinned so wide his face hurt.
He couldn’t believe how lucky he was.
***
Sam
Sam limped to the bathroom, Jack holding him up and helping him walk, feeling like he’d been pounded into submission by a fucking stallion.
After Jack had used the rubber toys to open him up, everything had gone wonderfully. Being fucked by Jack was like a religious experience, and the pure bliss he’d felt as Jack’s knot expanded inside him was mind blowing.
It had been so much better than it had been when his alphas had claimed him.
But now the endorphins had worn off and the crash was brutal. He felt wrung out, and only the promise of a hot shower to soothe his aching muscles was enough to get him off the bed.
“I hate you,” he mumbled, clinging to Jack’s chest as the alpha lifted him into the tub and under the steamy spray. Jack lowered him to his feet, but kept his arms around him. Sam didn’t have to use any energy to stay upright
, and jack’s body felt big and hard and amazing.
He nuzzled into Jack’s chest, wanting to smell him before the water washed him clean.
“Really?” Jack asked, looking down at him with a grin. He hadn’t stopped smiling since he popped his knot, and Sam was incredibly charmed by just how happy Jack was to be with him.
“Really,” he confirmed, lifting his arms and hugging Jack back. The alpha laughed.
After they’d showered and dried off, Sam felt better. He gathered up his clothes off the floor and got dressed, watching as Jack hung back by the door in just his towel.