The Alpha Pack

by D J Heart

  The room on the other side of the door was dark, and when Max pushed Sam inside he could practically hear his pulse racing.

  “This is it,” Max said, turning on the lights and closing the door behind him. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms, watching Sam’s reaction.

  It was everything he’d hoped it would be.

  “It’s so big…” Sam whispered. He turned back to Max, his eyes wide and his expression worried.

  “Look around,” Max prompted, his cock throbbing hot against his thigh. “Get a feel for it.”

  Sam swallowed noisily, turning back to the room and everything in it. He didn’t move, overwhelmed by what he was seeing.

  “Here,” Max said, stepping forward and putting his hand on Sam’s back and walking him forward. “You know what this is, right?”

  Sam bit his lip and nodded. It was a breeding bench, identical to the one in the penthouse upstairs, and one of the least threatening devices in the room.

  “And this?” Max led Sam past the bench, pushing him to stand in front of a medieval pillory. The wood was old and polished, and Max could imagine how much fun it would be to lock Sam’s hands and neck in the device before taking his belt to the exposed skin of his backside and fucking his ass.

  “Stocks?” Sam said. He reached out a tentative hand and traced his fingers over the hole where his head would go.

  “That’s right,” Max said, pushing his hand up and giving Sam’s neck a comforting squeeze. “And this?”

  Max moved Sam further into the room, stopping in front of the punching bag hanging from the ceiling. The function of the bag was obvious, but he doubted Sam would immediately pick up on how Max wanted to use it. Not unless he noticed the cuffs built into the padded leather.

  “It’s a boxing bag,” Sam said, looking from the bag to Max and then back again. “Do you work out in here?”

  Max licked his lips, a wolfish grin spreading over his mouth.

  “No.” He tilted his head and studied Sam, suddenly wanting to show him just how the bag was used. He wanted to see if Sam responded to the deeper, blunt pain of a punch to his gut the same way he responded to the sharp agony of having his balls hurt. If he didn’t like it, Max would take the bag down and never bring it up again.

  But Max was pretty sure that Sam would love having his belly punched as much as he liked having his nuts squeezed or his nipples twisted. He was a masochist through and through, and Max loved it.

  “Turn around,” Max commanded, grabbing Sam and moving him around before he’d even had a chance to obey. He backed Sam up until he was pressed into the bag, caught between Max’s chest and the polished leather, reaching up and pulling out the restraints. He then lifted Sam over his shoulder and threaded his feet through the bottom set of cuffs, lowering him down until they circled Sam’s upper thighs and could support his weight.

  After that it was easy to push Sam’s arms back and cuff them behind the bag, tightening the strap over his chest and forehead while Sam just stared at him with wide eyes.

  Stepping back, Max studied his work. Sam was breathing hard, his legs spread by the cuffs on his thighs and his upper body pressed flush against the bag. Breathing hard, his cock bulging through his pants, he looked like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening to him.

  “I forgot your legs,” Max said, walking forward and crouching down. He fastened Sam’s ankles behind the bag, spreading his legs further and immobilizing him completely. As he rose back up to his full height, he leaned in and kissed Sam on the lips.

  Like this, their faces were at the same height, and for a minute Max let himself enjoy the feeling of Sam’s lips against his own. He took his time exploring his omega’s mouth, loving the way Sam opened up for him.

  “Hang on, I’ll be right back,” Max said, breaking the kiss.

  He stepped back.

  Sam’s lips were red and puffy, and he had a dazed look on his face. Reaching down, Max grabbed his bulge and squeezed his cock through the denim. His balls felt full and heavy—like he hadn’t come in weeks instead of twice in the past few hours. The instincts Sam awoke in him were primal and wonderful, and Max couldn’t believe there had been a time when he’d been disinterested in the pack’s quest to get an omega.

  Turning around, Max made his way to the wall at the back of the room where all his floggers, whips and other implements hung neatly on the wall. He made his way straight to the boxing gloves hanging next to his bull-whip, taking them down and pulling them on as he walked back to where Sam was hanging on the bag.

  Sam’s eyes were comically wide when he caught sight of Max.

  “I think you’re going to really like this,” Max said, stepping forward and delivering a hard but measured punch to Sam’s abs. The wind knocked out of him, Sam struggled against his bonds and tried to regain his breath.

  Max punched him again, this time hitting him in the solar plexus.

  “Was I right?” Max asked, hugging the bag and pressing his forehead against Sam’s. “You like being my fucking punching bag?”

  Sam gasped, filling his lungs with air, not responding. Max used his teeth to remove his right glove, letting it fall to the floor as he shoved his hand down Sam’s pants.

  His cock was rock hard.

  “Your cock says you liked it,” Max said, his voice low and heated. He wrapped his fingers around Sam’s length, squeezing it rhythmically. “Doesn’t it?”

  “I don’t… Do it again,” Sam demanded, closing his eyes. It felt like someone had shoved Max’s finger into a socket. Hearing Sam ask for more—ask to be hurt—made Max’s inner sadist croon with delight.

  “With pleasure.” Max reached back and drove his fist into Sam’s gut, taking care to make sure it hurt, but holding back enough that there was no chance of damage.

  He liked punching Sam’s belly—liked how Sam looked hanging from the ceiling, bound tight and ready to take it—but he had no desire to see him injured.

  “You want more?” Max picked his discarded glove off the floor and put it back on, pushing it into Sam’s reddening abs.

  “I… yeah. I want it,” Sam moaned, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

  That was all Max needed to hear. He drove his fist into Sam’s gut over and over, dancing back after each hit like he was really working out.

  “I... ugh!” Sam cried out, his whole body convulsing after Max delivered a cruel blow to his unprotected crotch. For a second Max worried he had gone to far, but then he realized that Sam was coming.

  Max grinned. That Sam was so turned on by what they were doing that a punch to the balls sent him over the edge… that was hot.

  Knot pulsing with need, Max hurried to strip off his gloves and free Sam from his bondage, lifting him over to the breeding bench. Not bothering with the straps or even getting Sam naked, Max pulled down the omega’s pants and released his own cock, fucking into Sam’s hole with an impatient grunt of pleasure.

  Setting a furious pace, Max drilled his cock into Sam’s wet hole like he was an animal in heat.

  He’d never been so happy.

  ***

  Sam

  This time Sam didn’t pass out when Max came and his knot swelled inside of him. He was breathing hard, his balls and gut aching, and every dull throb of agony made his cock pulse in pleasure.

  It was so weird.

  “Mine,” Max growled, his teeth finding the fresh bite on Sam’s neck and biting into him again. Sam flinched , but he had to admit that he loved the feeling of Max staking his claim of ownership. The satisfaction was primal—a remnant from a less civilized age—and Sam was surprised again by how deeply he felt it.

  Neither Jack, Aiden or Logan had bitten him a second time after the initial claiming, and none of them had been this ferocious when they fucked him. Sam wondered if Max was more feral in their coupling because he’d gone without an omega for longer, or if this was just how he was.

  He didn’t know which option he hoped
was true.

  “That feels so good,” Sam mumbled when Max started licking the wound. The feel of the alpha’s tongue swiping over the jagged edges of the bite sent little sparks of pleasure down his spine, and he could feel how much the werewolf’s healing saliva helped knit his skin back together.

  Max didn’t answer, his torso curled over Sam’s back so that his mouth could reach his neck. His knot was still fully engorged, and Sam’s guts were being pumped so full of come he thought he was going to burst.

  It was like getting an alpha come enema, and Sam wondered just where it all came from. It felt obscene.

  When Max’s knot finally shrank back down, Sam was tired and wrung out. Max’s frenzied attentions had taken more of a toll than anything he’d done with Jack or the twins the days before, and all Sam wanted to do was sleep.

  “Lift your ass up,” Max said, pulling his massive cock out of Sam’s hole. He lifted Sam up by his hips, preventing too much come from leaking out of him. “I’ll be right back with a plug. I don’t want you losing another load of my come.”

  Sam shuddered, feeling humiliated at the reminder of all the come that had leaked down the inside and back of his thighs the first time Max knotted him that morning. As far as he knew, the mess was still dirtying up the hardwood floor in the other room, making the whole living room reek of come and sex.

  Max left, and a second later he was back with a plug. Sam didn’t get a good look at it, but as it slipped into his ass he winced in pain.

  It was big.

  Had Max borrowed one of Jack’s monster plugs? Sam wondered where they bought them. The one time he’d been in a sex store, the biggest plug he’d seen had been half the size of whatever was in his ass.

  “There you go,” Max said, his voice happy. “All plugged up and bloated with come. Just like an omega should be.”

  He pushed down on the plug now lodged in Sam’s ass, twisting it around and making Sam cry out. It didn’t hurt, but the friction was intense.

  Pulling his hand away, Max reached up and lifted Sam off the bench. He carried him across the room, putting him down in a large four-poster bed in the corner.

  Lying on the mattress, Sam looked up at Max and frowned.

  Why wasn’t the alpha joining him on the bed?

  “Aren’t you going to lie down?” he asked, turning onto his back and scooting up so that his head was on the pillow.

  “In a second. I just want to set something up—I’ll be right back.”

  Sam blinked, a little annoyed that Max wasn’t going to cuddle him right away, but he didn’t make a fuss. As long as Max didn’t stay away for too long, he’d be fine.

  It was weird. Sam wasn’t usually an overly emotional person, but in the aftermath of the intense play he and Max had engaged in, he felt like he needed some TLC.

  Max owed it to him.

  Closing his eyes, Sam drifted off to sleep before he could spend another second worrying about it.

  ***

  Max

  Max let Sam sleep for about an hour while he went and took a shower. He’d intended to lie down and cuddle the boy, but with Sam asleep he might as well get started preparing the rest of the day’s fun.

  He was in no way done showing Sam his playroom.

  “Come on,” Max said, lifting Sam off the bed and throwing the sleepy omega over his shoulder. “You can sleep later.”

  He smacked Sam’s ass to emphasize his point.

  “What are we…?” Sam started to ask, trailing off when Max set him down and he caught sight of what Max had in store for him next. It was a three-legged stool that had been bolted to the ground, with a hole in the center with a monster of a dildo poking through. The dildo was connected to a fucking machine, and Max couldn’t wait to get it going.

  “Are you wet?” Max asked, grabbing Sam and pressing him into his body as he pushed his hand into the back of his pants. He shoved two fingers into Sam’s ass, twisting them around in the slick hole.

  “Guess that answers that,” he said, pushing the fingers into Sam’s mouth and making him lick them clean. Sam’s eyes were wide as he tasted himself, his pupils dilated into huge pools of black. The way he sucked on Max’s fingers was greedy and obscene.

  Once his fingers were clean, Max lifted Sam up and unceremoniously dropped him down on the huge dildo. The monster length was shorter than his own cock, but much thicker, and Sam winced and squirmed as it pushed into him.

  “You can do it,” Max said, showing no mercy as he pushed down on Sam’s shoulders to make him take it faster. He loved the way Sam whimpered and clutched his arms, his breaths coming in short little gasps. When he was fully impaled, he was breathing hard and sweating like he’d just spent an hour on the treadmill.

  “It’s big,” Sam said, his voice strained. Max grinned, leaning down and kissing him as he pressed down on his shoulders, making sure he was well and truly impaled.

  “I know. Hurts, doesn’t it?”

  Sam nodded, and Max crouched down. He lifted Sam’s ankles up, fastening them to a set of cuffs attached under the seat of the stool, before cuffing his wrists behind his back and locking them to the seat as well. This left Sam with no chance of lifting his ass to escape the dildo inside of him.

  “Feel good?” Max asked, standing in front of Sam with a wicked grin on his face. He reached out and pinched Sam’s nipples, twisting and pulling them until Sam was grimacing in pain.

  The omega didn’t answer, but Max wasn’t bothered. He dropped Sam’s nipples, grabbing the remote to the fucking machine and turning it on.

  As the machine yanked the dildo out of Sam’s ass and stabbed it back in, Sam let out a cry of surprise and lurched forward, and Max had to reach out and steady him.

  “Fucking take it,” he growled, holding Sam to his chest as the dildo drilled into his hole. Sam’s face was pressed into his chest, his cries muffled by Max’s pecs. Max couldn’t help but reach down and free his cock, jerking himself off as he held Sam in place.

  By the time he shot his load, Sam was limp, though the machine was still going. Max reached for the remote and turned it off, though he didn’t free Sam from the stool.

  Max had just gotten started.

  ***

  Sam

  Sam could barely keep his eyes open. He’d come more times than he could count, been knotted three times, and his body felt like he’d been in a cage match with a lion.

  He hurt, and he had never felt better.

  “Come on,” Max said, lifting him up and carrying him gently in his arms. It was a marked contrast to the way he’d manhandled him just a few minutes ago. “You were so good for me. Just perfect.”

  Sam’s insides warmed at the compliment. He may have liked it when Max pulled his hair and called him a dirty cunt, but this was good too.

  Max carried him into the master bath, and Sam was surprised to see that the tub was already filled to the brim with steamy water.

  He wondered when Max had had time to fill it up.

  “Here we go,” Max said, stepping into the tub. He lowered them both down into the water, arranging Sam so that he sat between his legs, leaning against his muscular chest.

  Max’s pecs made a good pillow.

  “This is nice,” he said, trailing his fingers over Max’s thigh. The hairs on the alpha’s legs were sticking up, soft and swaying in the water.

  “It is,” Max confirmed. His big hand lay splayed over Sam’s belly, rubbing it gently. Sam could feel the alpha’s half hard cock, the thick length pressing into his lower back.

  It felt really good.

  Sam closed his eyes and let the warm water soothe his aching body, and when Max started soaping him up and rubbing him down it only felt better. By the time Max lifted him out of the tub and rinsed them both off in the shower, he felt sleepy, languid and deeply satisfied.

  Getting dressed, his movements slow and unhurried, Sam smiled at the soreness in his nipples as the soft cotton of his shirt rubbed over them, and the way his ba
lls ached as he pulled up his underwear.

  He felt good now, still carried on a hazy cloud of endorphins and bliss, but he wondered what would happen once the endorphins wore off.

  Looking at Max, staring at him as he buttoned up his jeans and adjusted his cock and balls, he wondered suddenly if they were done ‘playing’ for the day.

  He didn’t know if he could take more.

  Once they were dressed, Max put his arm over Sam’s shoulder and led him back into the living room. They sat down on the couch, Sam under Max’s arms, nestled in under his shoulder, and Sam couldn’t help but stare at the drying puddle of come on the floor to his left.