by D J Heart
He wanted it inside of him. Wanted to be taken, hard and rough and without a shred of mercy.
“You ready?” Max asked, grabbing Sam under the arms again and lifting him up until his ass was high enough to fuck. Sam nodded furiously, closing his eyes as the rim of his hole fluttered and clenched in anticipation.
He was more than ready. He was impatient.
Shifting his grip so that he could hold Sam up with just one arm over his chest, Max reached down with his free hand and guided the head of his cock to Sam’s hole.
He rammed it inside with a grunt of effort.
Sam’s mind went blank, the rough entry making him see stars. He held his breath as Max kept on shoving his cock inside, making Sam take inch after inch after brutal inch. Max wielded his cock like it was a weapon, pushing deeper and deeper with a determination that made Sam’s toes curl. When Max reached the second point of resistance inside of him—unbreached since his day with Jack—Sam felt like he’d fallen off a cliff and landed on a cloud.
It shouldn’t feel this good to have his insides stretched beyond his limits. Objectively, somewhere in the back of his mind, Sam knew that he was in pain, but it was like he didn’t feel it. He felt like he was outside of himself, and everything felt good.
He never wanted it to end.
“That’s… Oh my God. Fuck…”
Max had sheathed the full length of his rod, and he wasted no time pulling back so that he could fuck back in. Moving his arm around Sam’s throat, the alpha’s hips worked furiously to pump his cock in and out of Sam’s hole.
“That’s it, baby,” Max rumbled, sounding feral and out of it. “This is what you were made for. Taking my cock. Fucking gonna ruin your hole.”
Tears running down his face, his cock rubbed raw by the brick wall in front of him, Sam cried out in pleasure. It felt like he was coming apart. He felt stretched thin and used, and ever nerve ending in his body was on fire.
Max kept on talking into his ear as he fucked him, every dirty word reaching into the core of Sam’s being and making him feel like the best omega in the world.
It was surreal. Max thrust his hips like a jackhammer, and every time he bottomed out it made Sam see white.
“Mine!” Max growled after a particularly vicious thrust, the word reverberating through Sam’s mind and satisfying the most primal part of his being.
He was coming even before Max sank his teeth in his neck.
“Mine, mine, mine…” Max muttered, his hips stuttering as he followed Sam into orgasmic bliss.
Before he could even begin to worry about the size of Max’s knot, Sam gave into exhaustion and passed out.
***
Max
Max could feel it the second Sam lost consciousness, though the omega’s hole didn’t stop clamping down on his knot like it was trying to strangle it.
It felt amazing.
“Okay, let’s get comfortable,” Max muttered to himself. He lifted Sam over to the armchair facing the TV and sat down. His knot felt amazing, and as he curled his arm around Sam’s waist and held him tight he had never felt better. Sam’s ass milked his knot, and as he rubbed his hand over Sam’s stomach he could almost feel it filling up with come.
Leaning back, Max enjoyed the feeling of Sam sitting on his knot. He absentmindedly lifted his hand up to Sam’s face, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his forehead and tracing his fingers down the contours of his face.
The minute he’d had Sam in his home—in his den—his carefully laid plans had gone out the window. There had been no careful buildup or gradual introduction of pain until laced with pleasure. Instead, Max had put Sam on the floor and stomped on him like he was an experienced pain slut.
It had been glorious.
Leaning down, Max breathed in the scent of Sam’s body, his balls pulling up tight as another load of come shot into Sam’s gut. He reached down to fondle Sam’s cock and balls, testing the round orbs in his grip for swelling and injury.
He didn’t find anything wrong.
“That hurts so bad,” Sam mumbled, startling Max. He hadn’t realized that Sam was awake.
“Yeah?” Max asked, not letting go or stopping his examination. “Do you like it?”
Sam shuddered, and then a small laugh escaped his lips.
“Kind of?” Sam said, reaching down and grabbing Max’s wrist. He didn’t try to pull Max’s hand away, content when Max stopped moving. Max let Sam’s balls rest in the palm of his hand.
“How are you feeling otherwise?” he asked. He dropped Sam’s tender testicles and put his hand back on the omega’s stomach. He rubbed him gently, his other hand coming to rest on the boy’s thigh.
“Tired,” Sam said, putting his hand on top of Max’s and rubbing over his fingers. “Good.”
Max was relieved. Sam didn’t seem to be in any distress, and he wasn’t scared or acting timid. He shifted his body, sweat making his shirt cling to the padded leather at his back, and Sam hissed in pain.
Max stilled.
“You okay?” Max liked hurting Sam on purpose. Doing it accidentally wasn’t even remotely arousing.
“Yeah,” Sam said, his voice strained. “You’re knot is just really, really big.”
Max chuckled. “And is that a bad thing?” he asked, hot and teasing. He rolled his hips again, and Sam’s breath hitched.
“It’s… I don’t know. It’s intense.”
Max reached down and wrapped his fist around Sam’s cock, the length disappearing inside his hand. Whatever Sam was feeling—whether it was good or bad—it was making him hard again. Jerking him off with rough little strokes, Max brought Sam to another orgasm in less than a minute.
Lifting his hand up to Sam’s mouth, Max pushed his come-drenched fingers into the boy’s mouth and made him lick them clean.
Max kept his fingers in Sam’s mouth long after they were free of come, fucking into the wet hole of his omega’s mouth and exploring every inch of it with the blunt pads of his fingers.
Sam just took it, offering no complaint when Max pushed a little too deep and made him gag, or when he did it again a second time.
By the time Max’s knot had gone down, Sam’s face was a mess of drool, and Max had made a decent start at training him to suppress his gag reflex.
“Are you hungry?” Max asked, lifting Sam off his knot and setting him down on the floor. Max’s seed ran down his thighs, his abused rim unable to close properly and keep the massive load inside. “Logan didn’t say if he fed your breakfast or not.”
“I’m pretty hungry,” Sam said, looking down at the white come pooling on the floor at his feet with an embarrassed expression on his face. For a second Max considered making him get down on the ground and lick up the mess, but he decided he’d pushed him far enough for one morning.
Now that he’d knotted Sam’s ass and restaked his mating bite, his instincts were back under control where they belonged.
“How about you go take a shower and get dressed, and I’ll make you breakfast. Sound good?”
Sam nodded, and Max got up out of the chair. He tucked his sticky cock back into his pants, wincing at how sensitive it was against the soft cotton of his briefs. Putting his hand on the back of Sam’s neck, Max steered him toward the master bathroom before going to get him a change of clothes.
By the time Sam had been cleaned and fed, they should both be ready to go another round.
Max couldn’t wait.
***
Hunter
Hunter was on his way back from his lunch break when Ken, his secretary, called to let him know that someone was trying to deliver a rather large package to his office.
“Do you want me to give them your home address?” Ken asked, perfectly professional.
“No. They’re supposed to set it up in the office. Just keep them there until I get back to supervise. Actually, just hand them the phone.”
Hunter walked a little faster, unable to help the way his cock hardened against his thigh at t
he thought of what was inside the package.
He made it back to the office, leading the two delivery men into his office and closing the door in Ken’s face.
The last thing he wanted was for the contents of the package to become office gossip.
“Where do you want it?” the deliveryman to the right said. His arms were crossed, and he had a bored look on his face.
“Behind the desk is good,” Hunter said.
As Hunter watched, the two delivery men got to work. They cut open the large box, Hunter’s cock getting fully erect at the sight of what was inside.
His new chair.
Stepping forward, Hunter licked and watched as the two delivery men lifted it out of the box and assembled the oversized piece of furniture behind his desk.
It was exactly like the one in the pictures online. Though it looked like a large armchair at first glance; pretty but a little old fashioned, it was anything but.
“Would you like us to go over how it works?” the bored looking delivery man asked.
Hunter nodded.
“Okay, so the opening is back here,” the man explained, showing Hunter the back of the chair. There was a latch, and when he pushed it down the back of the chair opened up like a door to expose a compartment within. “Put the omega in head first, using the straps here to align his face with the opening in the seat cushion, and then move his legs up here. You can turn the crank here to control how high up he goes.”
The delivery man showed Hunter where to turn, stepping back once he’d demonstrated how the inside of the compartment under the seat cushion could be moved up and down.
“There’s an extra seat cushion in the box if you don’t want to see his face and just use the chair like a cage—or if you want to use it like a normal stool. If you have any problems, don’t hesitate to call the help number on your order form.” The two men started packing up the large box, turning to Hunter. “Was there anything else you’d like us to show you?”
Hunter shook his head, ignoring the two men as he looked down at his new chair. The hole were Sam’s face would be—where Hunter’s ass would be—made his cock throb in anticipation.
He couldn’t wait to get Sam inside, gagged and blindfolded, his face nothing but a piece of furniture.
“Have a nice day, sir,” the man who’d shown Hunter how to use the chair said. Hunter looked away from his new toy, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. He handed each deliveryman a generous tip, waiting until they were out the door before rushing back and sitting down.
The hole in the cushion made sitting uncomfortable, but Hunter didn’t care. His cock was so hard it hurt, and Hunter wasted no time freeing it from his pants and jerking himself off.
He came with a grunt, leaning back into the chair and spreading his legs under the desk.
Wiping off his cock with a bunch of tissues, Hunter tucked his cock back into his pants and rose to his feet. He grabbed the second cushion from where the delivery men had left it against the wall, putting it in place and hiding the one with the hole in it in the closet behind his extra suits and the coat he’d come into work wearing.
Sitting back down on the regular cushion, Hunter gave his sensitive cock a quick squeeze through the soft wool of his pants before getting back to work.
Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
***
Sam
Sam cut his waffle into bite-sized pieces and drenched them in syrup, all the while trying not to be obvious as he studied Max. The alpha was cooking him breakfast, and seeing the veritable mountain of an alpha wearing an apron and cutting up strawberries was making him feel all kinds of warm and squishy inside.
It was also weird, considering the dull throbbing ache in his balls from when Max had stepped on them.
“So tell me about this alpha that bothered you,” Max said, taking off his apron and sitting down. Swallowing the unchewed piece of waffle in his mouth, Sam licked his lips and wondered how much to tell Max. On the one hand, it was tempting to leave out the part of the story where Sam had failed to let Logan or Aiden know about the encounter, but on the other hand that might come back and bite him in the ass if Max ever found out the whole story.
He decided to tell Max everything. Max listened as Sam described how Lucas had followed him out of the coffee house, his expression darkening when Sam told him exactly what Lucas had said and how pushy he’d been.
“So this new friend of yours got him to back off?” Max said, scratching his chin. “That’s good. I’m glad she helped you. What did Aiden say when you called him?”
Sam looked down, a nervous pit forming in his belly.
“I didn’t really tell him. Logan found out the next day when Lucas made fun of him.”
“That’s not good.”
Sam looked up, his palms sweating at the stern look on Max’s face.
“I know,” he said.
“Did Logan punish you for not telling him?” Max tilted his head, his eyes narrow and his expression serious.
Sam nodded. “I had to leave the library and spend all day in their room.”
“That’s it?” Max’s disbelieving tone made Sam’s gut clench nervously. He never wanted to know what Max considered an appropriate punishment. Considering what he did for fun, Sam didn’t know if he’d survive anything rougher.
“Yes.”
Max nodded to himself, and when he looked over at Sam his serious expression melted away and he smiled. “Don’t look so scared. If Logan wanted me to punish you, he would have asked me to. And I’m glad you didn’t try to hide it from me.”
“If Logan had asked you to punish me, what would you do?”
Max looked just as surprised at the question as Sam felt for asking it. He didn’t know where he’d gotten the nerve.
“It depends on what you did and how sorry you were, I guess,” Max said, lifting up the bowl of fruit off the table and scooping some strawberries and blueberries over onto Sam’s plate. “I wouldn’t hurt you, though. I don’t believe in corporal punishment for omegas. I’d probably make you write lines, or have you stand in the corner for a few hours. Stuff like that.”
Sam was surprised. Given what he’d seen of Max so far he would have guessed that the alpha loved corporal punishment.
It was a relief, and Sam was glad he’d asked the question.
“Okay, let’s not talk about depressing stuff any more. I don’t think it’s very likely that I’ll have to punish you any more than I’ll have to punish Jack, Logan or Aiden. How are your waffles—do you like them?”
Sam picked up his fork and took another bite, smiling as he chewed.
“They’re very good. Thanks.”
Max grinned, looking happy and relaxed, and Sam felt a thrill of pleasure at the thought that this was his alpha. He knew it was the omega in him—it was in his genes to find big, strong alphas attractive—and Max was certainly that.
“All done?” Max asked. Sam looked down at his plate and was surprised to see that it was empty.
“Yes, thank you.” Sam hesitated when Max grabbed his plate and carried it to the sink. It felt weird to be sitting there while his alpha cleaned up.
Except Max didn’t really clean up. He pushed all the dishes and plates into the sink and left them there, and when he saw Sam eyeing them critically he laughed.
“The cleaning staff will be by later. Don’t worry about it.”
Sam thought it was silly to leave the dishes undone—it would be much harder to wash them in a few hours—but he wasn’t going to argue.
“So what do we do now?” he asked, feeling a familiar mixture of nerves, fear and aroused anticipation.
Max sucked his lower lip into his mouth, his expression turning devious.
“I thought I could show you my playroom. You’ll be spending a lot of time there, and I thought it would be fun to give you a chance to explore it before we get started.”
Sam gulped. He’d heard about playrooms—dungeons—but he’d never i
magined he’d ever know someone who had one—much less find himself in one.
He wondered what it would look like.
***
Max
Max led Sam down the hall, hand cupping his neck, eager to see how the omega would react to his playroom. They came to a stop in front of the door, and Max licked his lips as he reached out and turned the handle.