by D J Heart
He looked away with an embarrassed shudder. He could still feel Max looking at him, his looming presence overwhelming and intense.
Being with the twins had made Sam feel small, their muscular bodies dwarfing his own, but sitting next to Max he felt miniscule.
It was like they were different species.
And that was nothing compared to Max’s scent. Sam breathed in through his nose, savoring the heady aroma of his alpha. Clean and fresh, but with the unmistakable musk of male, it filled the car and made Sam feel like he was choking on it.
He couldn’t wait to get his nose into the nooks and crannies of Max’s body—to breathe him in where his scent was strongest. Sam’s balls pulled tight at just the thought of it.
“So how has your week been?” Max interrupted Sam’s thoughts, still with that smug, knowing look on his face.
It took Sam a second to understand the question.
“Good?” Sam folded his hands in his lap and curled his fingers together. He looked over at Max, uncertain. “Everyone was nice.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Max said. He reached out and put his hand on the back of Sam’s neck, fingers pressing down behind his ears. The touch was blunt and calloused, and Sam could feel it all the way down to his toes.
Max’s hand was huge. Just like his cock.
“What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done so far?” Max’s voice was dark, his grip on Sam’s neck tightening imperceptibly.
Sam choked on his own spit. He didn’t know what to say. Over the past three days he’d been fisted, had his face shoved in an armpit, and been pissed on. All three seemed pretty fucking kinky when he thought about it, but he didn’t know which one was the kinkiest.
“Logan peed on me,” he said at last, the words mumbled and low. Humiliation, hot and deliciously familiar, curled in his belly. “And then I… He made me drink it.”
When Sam dared a look at Max, the alpha’s eyes were hooded. He moved his hand away from Sam’s neck and cupped his cock through his jeans, gripping his bulge as he took a trembling breath.
“And did you like that? Drinking your alpha’s piss?” Max sounded aroused.
Sam looked down at his lap, nodding. His face felt hot and there was a pressure in his head that told him he was blushing furiously.
He missed Max’s grip on his neck.
“That’s not really my thing, but I get it…” Max gave his bulge a final squeeze before lifting his hand back on the wheel. Sam stared at the strong fingers curling around the steering wheel, wishing they were touching him instead.
“Anything else?” Max lifted his eyebrow.
Feeling a delicious mix of shame and arousal, Sam told Max about how Aiden had made him lick his body, and how Jack had worked him open until his fist had slipped inside. As he spoke, he could practically taste Aiden’s sweat on his tongue, and his hole was slick and wet and ready to be stretched open.
Squirming, Sam tried to ignore how empty he felt all of a sudden.
“And you loved every second of all that, didn’t you?” Max said. He was pleased, like he’d confirmed something about Sam to himself.
Sam nodded. The truth was that he’d liked everything his alphas had done. There was nothing he’d change, if he had the chance. If anything, he wanted more.
Max grinned, keeping his eyes on the road as he licked the corner of his mouth.
“That’s my boy.”
***
The rest of the ride back to the apartment was quiet. They rode up the elevator to the floor just below the penthouse, and for the first time Sam got a look at where Max lived.
“So this is home,” Max said, leading Sam into the apartment. He took Sam’s bag and dropped it on the floor in the living room. Sam crossed his arms over his chest, feeling strangely naked without his bag.
“It’s nice,” Sam said, looking around. Unlike the apartment David shared with Jack, Max’s apartment looked comfortable and lived in. The furniture was unpretentious and solid, and exactly what Sam would have pictured for an alpha like Max.
It was obvious that no interior designer had ever set foot on the premises.
Max shrugged. He took off his coat and threw it over the back of the sofa, making no move to take off his boots. Looking down at his own feet, Sam wondered if he was supposed to take off his shoes or if he should follow Max’s lead.
“David hates it, but it’s mine and I get to decide how it looks.” Max looked Sam up and down and smiled. “Take off your shirt and lie down on the floor.”
Sam blinked, shocked by the abrupt command. After a second of Max just watching him, Sam pulled off his sweater and t-shirt and hesitantly sank down to the floor. There was no carpet where he was standing, and the polished wood was cold against his back.
Max walked closer, coming to a stop right next to him. Sam swallowed, staring up at the alpha’s towering height.
He’d never felt so small.
“I like seeing you like this,” Max said after a loaded moment, lifting his boot and putting it down on Sam’s chest. His foot was huge, his massive sole stretching from beneath Sam’s pecs all the way to his Adam’s apple. He grinned. “You think you could handle some trampling?”
Sam wondered if that could possibly mean what he thought it meant.
“I…” Sam’s voice cracked. “I don’t know.”
Max laughed, licking his lips as he started moving his foot up and down over Sam’s chest. The rough treads of his boots caught on Sam’s nipples on each pass, rubbing them raw and making him wince.
It felt amazing.
“Turn your head to the side,” Max ordered. He dragged his boot down Sam’s chest, pushing down harder and harder the further down he moved. It felt like he was shifting the bulk of his weight over to Sam’s chest.
Moving his head to the side, Sam closed his eyes and focused on the way his cock throbbed in his underwear and tried to ignore the pressure of Max’s boot.
Suddenly Max lifted his other foot off the ground and all his weight was on Sam.
It felt like he was being crushed. Sam couldn’t breathe, his chest pressed down, and for a second he thought his ribs were going to give. The pressure was intense, and Sam’s hands shot up to clutch the boot pinning him to the floor—trying to push it away.
“You can take it,” Max said, sounding very confident as he put his foot down on Sam’s chest. After gaining his balance, he lifted his foot back up and brought it down on Sam’s face.
Sam panicked. If Max put his full weight down on his head he knew for sure that his skull would break under the pressure. He tried to cry out, but he couldn’t get the words out.
It was scary.
Max continued shifting his weight from the foot on Sam’s chest to the one on his face, and just when he thought his skull was going to give, Max stopped.
“You look worried,” Max said. He sounded both amused and aroused. Like Sam’s panic was turning him on.
It probably was.
Sam tried to speak, but he still couldn’t get any words out. He hadn’t breathed since Max first stepped on his chest.
“My cock is so fucking hard,” Max growled, his weight shifting minutely as he groped himself through his jeans. “I fucking love doing this. Walking all over you like the little slut you are. And look at that, you’re still fucking hard.”
Max stepped off Sam’s body entirely, moving down to his legs and kicking them open and standing between them as Sam gasped for air. Sam could still feel a phantom pressure on his chest, his ribs protesting the massive weight they’d been forced to carry. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing, caught between awed delight and horror at how rough Max was being.
So far, everything he’d feared and hoped for about his day with Max was proving true.
Max lifted his foot again, his boot coming down on his crotch. Sam’s gut clenched and he held his breath again.
“Think your balls can handle it?” Max asked. Sam opened his eyes and looked up at Max’s fac
e, so far above him, and shook his head.
They couldn’t. There was no way.
“No, please don’t—”
Max did. He pressed down on Sam’s cock and balls, trapped in the pouch of his underwear, stomping down until Sam saw stars.
He didn’t know if he wanted to scream or come.
It was over as fast as it had begun.
“Get up,” Max ordered, stepping away. He crossed his arms, and Sam scrambled to get on his feet. His balls hurt, the pain felt all the way into his gut, but his cock was hard and throbbing. When he made it to his feet, he swayed.
“There you go,” Max said, reaching out and steadying him with a strong grip on his shoulder. He pulled Sam in and hugged him affectionately, his hand moving up to cup the back of his head and press his face into his body. “You like that?”
Sam breathed in the scent of alpha, wishing that Max were shirtless. He tried to nod.
“Want me to do it again?” The hand on the back of Sam’s head let up, and Sam craned his neck back so that he could look up at Max’s face. The expression he found there was hungry and almost cruel.
A thrill of pleasure ran down his spine.
“Yes,” he said, his voice raw. Max’s mouth curved into a wicked grin, and Sam’s stomach felt like he was falling.
“Yeah?” Max took a deep breath, his wide shoulders rising as his chest expanded, letting it out slowly. He gently turned Sam around, moving him so that he was standing with his back pressed against Max’s front, the alpha’s hand reaching down across his chest and into his pants to wrap around his balls.
“Tell me when you can’t take it anymore,” Max ordered, his breath hot, and squeezed.
Sam buckled, his knees giving out as he tried to curl up and get away from the pain. He could feel it like a pull in his gut, sharp and intense, Max squeezing his balls and rolling them in his fist like he was genuinely trying to pop them.
“You’d be amazed at what your nuts can take,” Max breathed. His voice was aroused and heated, and Sam could feel the bulge of his cock digging into his lower back. “How much damage I can do before they break.”
It occurred to Sam that all he had to do was speak and Max would stop, but just as he was about to open his mouth—to force the words past his lips—Max reached up with his free hand and rolled Sam’s nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Gasping, Sam clenched his eyes shut as his tortured balls responded. Max’s fingers on his sensitive nub were gentle and kind, and the contrast between the playful stimulation of his nipple and the tortured grip on his balls was intense.
Slumping forward, letting Max catch him and hold him up, Sam was overwhelmed with feeling. It wasn’t good or bad, just intense and pressing and constant.
“That’s it,” Max rumbled, his voice low and dark, sounding very far away. Sam felt like he was floating. “I know what you need. What you crave.”
Sam could barely hear what Max was saying. It was like he was in his own little world, his brain frozen as it tried to decipher what he was feeling.
Then Max let go. Sam gasped as he fell to the floor, his breathing harsh and labored as he curled into a tight ball.
“On your back and spread your legs,” Max ordered. He nudged Sam with his boot, moving him over and pushing his thighs apart.
Sam held his breath when Max put his foot back down on his crotch.
“You hard for me?” Max asked. He was grinning, rubbing his foot over Sam’s cock and balls with just enough pressure to make him feel it. Though his nuts ached, Sam couldn’t help but thrust his hips up to meet the sole of Max’s boot.
“Answer me!” Max demanded. He pushed down and Sam’s body curled forward at the intense pain.
“Yes,” Sam breathed out, closing his eyes and clenching his fists. He felt like he was on the verge of coming, but it hurt. He unclenched his abs and fell back to the floor.
It was confusing.
“Good. Now stand up.” Max stepped away, and Sam let out a whine at the loss of contact. He reached down and rubbed his hand over his cock, though unlike Max he was careful not to touch his tender balls.
“Did I tell you to start touching yourself?” Max asked. He sounded amused, but when Sam looked up the expression on his face was anything but.
He looked mean.
“No?” Sam said, freezing. He moved his hands back to his sides, his cock hardening at the thought that Max might punish him.
“And what did I tell you to do?” Max looked down, looming over him, his arms crossed.
“Stand up,” Sam replied, obeying the order as he repeated it. Though his legs were unsteady, he managed to get up without falling down or having to lean on Max. He licked his lips and tried to smile. “Sorry.”
Max grinned.
“What do you want to happen now?” he asked. Sam was confused. He didn’t understand what Max wanted him to answer.
“What do you mean?”
Max took a step forward, bringing their bodies together and reaching around to grab his hair at the nape of his neck. His body was like a wall, hard and immovable, and the grip on Sam’s hair was tight and pulling.
“I mean,” he said, yanking Sam’s head back and making eye contact, “What do you want me to do with you now? If you could chose what happens next, what would it be? What do you want?”
Sam’s hole clenched, and he groaned. He knew exactly what he wanted.
“Your knot,” Sam said, not even having to think about it. Max had made him feel all kinds of weird when he hurt him—Sam still wasn’t sure if he’d enjoyed it or not—but if there was one thing Sam had learned about himself over the past few days it was that there was nothing that beat a knot in his hole.
“And what do I get in return?”
Max spun him around as he spoke, hands moving under his arms and lifting him up. Sam moaned, loving how easily Max manhandled him, and leaned his head back against the alpha’s shoulder. He nuzzled his ear into the soft cotton of the Max’s shirt, tilting his head so that he could rub his face into Max’s neck. He breathed in the scent of alpha, his cock throbbing and his hole yearning to be filled.
The dull ache in his balls was all but forgotten.
Max carried him over to the wall, dropping him down to the floor and grabbing each of his wrists in a tight grip. Sam stood still, the feel of Max’s muscular arms caging him in making his stomach flutter.
“Well?” Max asked. He leaned against Sam’s back, pinning him to the exposed brick with the bulk of his body. “What do I get in return?”
Max lifted Sam’s wrists up over his head and held them against the wall, giving them a warning squeeze before letting his hands slide down to Sam’s shoulders. The position reminded Sam of a suspect about to be searched, even more so when Max pushed his foot between his legs and kicked his feet apart.
Sam wondered if he could ever get Max to dress up in his scary alpha squad uniform and do this to him. He could just imagine what it would feel like to have Max’s run his hands up his legs one at a time, stopping at his cock and squeezing it until it felt like his knees were going to give out from under him.
“I asked you a fucking question!” Max growled. He pulled back and grabbed Sam by his hair, lifting him to his toes and delivering a resounding smack to his ass. The sharp pain of Max’s hand—broad and strong and not holding back—made Sam feel anything but repentant.
“Whatever you want.”
It was the right answer. Max dropped him back on his heels and pushed him back into the wall, leaning against him and grinding into him with a shudder. Sam could feel the hard length of his cock digging into his back, and he tried to push back up on his toes so that the bulge would be closer to his needy hole.
“Good boy,” Max said. He pushed his hands between Sam’s body and the wall, moving them down over Sam’s belly until he reached the top button of his jeans. He popped Sam’s fly open and pushed his pants down around his hips, exposing his ass.
“Whatever I wa
nt. That’s what you’re going to give me. Everything I do, you’re going to take it and ask for more. And do you know why?” Max pushed his crotch forward, grinding his bulge into Sam’s back as he spoke without waiting for Sam’s answer.
“Because you’re a little pain slut—born to be used and fucked and broken on my knot.”
Sam whimpered, everything Max was saying making him feel hot and needy. When Max reached down to free his own cock, the thick length popping out of his jeans and coming to rest against Sam’s back, Sam was impatient.