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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Liam_Dunbar/Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski, Liam_Dunbar/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Liam_Dunbar, Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Verbal_Humiliation, Anal_Sex, No_Lube, Spit_As
      Lube, Knotting, Non-Consensual_Bondage, Bondage, Panic_Attacks, Sadism,
      Painful_Sex, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Dead_Dove:_Do_Not_Eat
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-31 Words: 4033
****** Admonishing Idiocy ******
by PapuruKakugan
Summary
     “Settle and let it happen Stiles, you know you’ve been waiting for it
     anyway.” Stiles gives an indignant squawk and his response is halted
     when Liam plunges two fingers painfully deep into him. Stiles screams
     into the sofa arm, the saliva already too dry to slick the way enough
     for it not to be excruciating. Liam grins, “So fucking tight, won’t
     be the same ever again.”
     -----
     Take notice of the tags, if you don't like then don't read.
Notes
     Written for an anonymous commissioner.
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles takes a sip of his soda, the fizzy orange coating his throat as he
watches the television screen with unfocused eyes. They’d planned this for
weeks, just him and Scott eating pizza, drinking sodas and playing on Scott’s
Xbox. Like they used to do weekly before Stiles, like the idiot he is, decided
to drag his best friend into the middle of a police manhunt and get him turned
into a creature of the night.  Well done Stiles, really. A* for effort and all
that.  He hadn’t been expecting to turn up at the McCall house and already find
Liam polishing off Stiles’ half of the pizza. He’d just stopped dead for a few
seconds before sitting down on the three seat sofa, taking a slice of Scott’s
Meat Lover’s pizza, and begrudgingly accepted the change. Liam needed to bond
with the pack, with the Alpha, with Scott. Who was Stiles to tell him to leave?
So he sat through Liam and Scott teaming up to shoot the bad guys in the latest
generic war game and waited his turn. Four turns later and he was still
waiting. He clears his throat of the acidic burn and speaks up, “Hey guys, can
I get a match?”
Liam laughs and points to the screen, an enemy’s grenade had bounced back and
taken out their rivals. Scott punches him in the shoulder good naturedly before
pulling a headshot to take out the enemy leader. Liam grins at Scott,
congratulating him as they prepare for the next match.
Stiles shifts in his seat and licks his lips nervously, “Hey Scotty, is your
Mom pulling a doub-
Liam cuts him off and glares at the empty pizza box, “Man, I’m still hungry.
Half a pizza wasn’t nearly enough.”
“Yeah, Stiles nags if I eat more than half.” Scott grunts. “He doesn’t get that
werewolves need to eat more.”
Stiles opens his mouth to explain that hunger and requirement are not the same
thing when Liam cuts him off again, “Bet he thinks that measly human portions
are adequate.”
“’Stiles’ and ‘adequate’ should  not  be said in the same sentence.” Scott
replies callously. “He probably knows the definition but not how to actually
be  it.”
Liam chuckles. “Yeah, like how he  knows  everything. Does he  know  he’s
fucking useless?”
Stiles feels indignant. Speechless.  Useless?  His research has helped save
their asses more than any of them can count. He was literally the only one who
helped Scott control his wolf after he’d been bitten.  Even if is was his fault
in the first place.  The only one who-
“Maybe he thinks that talking through every, little, fucking thing will finally
get him some respect.” Scott says, annoyed at even the thought of Stiles
opening his mouth. “As if it’s something  he  could earn.”
“Doubt it. As far as I’m concerned you should just bite him, Scott.” Stiles
squeaks and sits up, staring at Liam with wide eyes. “At least then if it
didn’t kill him you could just fucking order him to shut up. Maybe gag him with
something if he didn’t.”
What the fuck is going on?!  Stiles can’t believe what he’s hearing. This can’t
be real. Did he fall asleep? Or did he just not wake up this morning? Has the
whole day been one long, boring and now frankly disturbing dream?
“Stiles would only shut up if he had a cock in his mouth.” Scott states, then
frowns. “Actually no, probably not even then.”
Stiles’ hands are shaking, his breathing getting shallower. He drops his soda
can and it bounces over the rug, thankfully it’s already empty.
“Jesus Christ, can you get anymore irritating?!” Scott barks, eyes flashing
red, a growl low in his chest.
“Scott?” Stiles almost whimpers. “Wha- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“’I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’” Liam mocks, “Bet that’ll be the last thing you say
the day someone finally has enough of you and breaks your spine.” Scott laughs
and stands up, passing by the couch and ascending the stairs. Liam switches the
game over to singleplayer with an aggravated huff.
A sob catches in Stiles’ throat, his chest feels tight and cold. He closes his
eyes and tries to reassure himself,  It’s a dream, just a dream. This isn’t
real. Please, it’s NOT real.  He jerks and opens his eyes when Liam thumps his
leg painfully, “You gonna fucking pick up your trash? Or you gonna wait for
someone else to help you again?”
Tears threaten to fall as he carefully bends over in his seat to pick up the
fallen can and place it upright on the coffee table, his hands are shaking and
he almost fumbles it again when Scott pounds back down the stairs. A tanned
hand pins him against the back of the sofa, he gives a scared cry as Scott
looms over him, a cold and dark expression on his face. A look that says he’s
so sick of Stiles’ shit. It’s something Stiles has never seen before, something
that’s been carefully hidden for years. He’s holding lengths of rope, four of
them. Stiles’ eyes flick between the rope and Scott, seeing no explanation he
looks to Liam for answer but is ignored in favour of putting holes in virtual
enemies.
There's pain in his arms as his wrists are brought together and bound quickly
and tightly, the rope pulling against the skin and turning it red. "Scotty,
what are you-" His voice cuts off as his legs are pulled straight out in front
of him, his back now flush with the seat cushion, and Scott wraps a second
length of rope around his calves just under his jeans. Scott glares at him with
burning red eyes, claws and fangs elongating in warning, “Just do as you’re
fucking  told for once, Stiles.” The Alpha’s voice is deathly calm, vicious and
laced with the promise of pain. Stiles’ legs are dropped heavily to thump on
the floor as Scott retakes his place on the other side of Liam, accepting the
offered controller to restart their multiplayer match.
Stiles is frozen in his awkward position; legs and wrists bound painfully
tight; his ass on the edge of the seat precariously; neck wedged at an
excruciating angle against the back of the sofa. He tries to wriggle and
shuffle his way back to a more comfortable position. He doesn’t know what to
say, would they even  listen ? Stiles manipulates his body about two inches
higher when Liam growls and grabs the back of his neck with one hand, using it
as a handhold to pull him up and try to get Stiles seated properly on his ass.
“Fucking stay still.” He commands without looking as he lets his claws dig into
Stiles’ neck in warning. He removes his hand and joins Scott in flanking their
virtual enemy, deploying a drone to scout further ahead. Stiles tries not to
cry.
He doesn’t last long, the tears fall and his body shakes in silent sobbing.
It’s not real, please. They wouldn’t do this. Not real, not real, not real...
Liam has had enough. He throws the controller onto the seat between he and
Scott and grabs Stiles. He twists him over onto his front and presses his face
into the sofa arm, claws drawing pricks blood from his neck and arm. Stiles
struggles and tries to buck against the Beta werewolf, his puny human body no
match for the power of a monster.
“That’s it Stiles,” Liam croons dangerously, voice saccharine sweet and nasty.
“Keep fighting, keep sobbing and see what happens,” Liam presses his body tight
against Stiles’ back, hips flush as he whispers in Stiles’ ear with a snarl,
“See what  fucking  happens if you make me give you something to cry about.”
Stiles freezes, both from the threat funnelled into his ear and the large bulge
pressed against his asscheek. Nausea coils in his gut as Liam takes notice of
seemingly submissive posture. “Ohhh...” Liam murmurs, “Can you feel that? Come
on bitch, wriggle a little.” Stiles sobs and tries to move away from the hot,
hard werewolf grinding against his ass, but he has nowhere to move to, he’s
trapped, bound and caught.
Hands wander over Stiles body, pulling and tugging at his clothes. Panic sets
in harder and he starts struggling again, pleading even as his voice is muffled
by the fabric of the sofa arm. “No, Liam don’t! Please! Scott! Don’t let him do
this...” He trails off as claws rip a line down his hoodie and it’s torn off,
the remnants flung aside in useless tatters, only the cuffs remain wrapped
around his wrists. Stiles laments his decision to not wear anything underneath
it as his pale skin is exposed. He weeps as warm, clawed hands grip onto his
skin as he’s manhandled into a kneeling position, his head hanging limply over
the sofa arm, tears free falling onto the carpet below.
“Now  this  is the position you belong in,” Liam educates him. “The pack bitch
should just present and. Do. As. Ordered.” The last three words are accompanied
by sound of tearing cloth, his jeans and underwear falling away to reveal his
bony ass to a noise of disgust from Liam. His shoes and socks are next, removed
and thrown away without a care, Liam giving him a running commentary of his
actual use to the pack, “Only useful to take our frustrations out on, isn’t
that right Stiles?”
A sharp smack hits his ass, a red welt quickly appearing from the impact.
Stiles flinches and yells from the pain. Liam finds it amusing and hits him
again. “God knows, all you do is frustrate us Stiles. The least you could do is
let us relieve it.” Liam presses Stiles’ chest down harshly when he tries to
use his bound hands as leverage to lift himself up, but collapses as the
strength of the Beta werewolf forces him down again. Liam tuts and leans over
to grab the other two lengths of rope Scott had brought downstairs with him.
Dread races through every nerve in Stiles’ body as his arms are pinned by more
rough rope, wrapping around his chest at elbow height, making it difficult to
breathe deeply. Words rush out of his mouth, his mind overflowing with horror,
“Scott PLEASE!” He yells, voice cracking and already sounding so defeated.
“Don’t let him do this, you’re my best friend, please Scott!” Stiles almost
bites his tongue when Liam pulls taut the fourth, and final, length of rope
around his upper thighs, tight enough that he can feel his bones ache with the
strain, the frayed edges rubbing his skin raw.
Stiles’ head buzzes in confusion and fear, barely able to understand Liam and
Scott’s words as he fights against his hysterical mind. “Does he really believe
that Scott? That you’re best friends?”
“Fuck if I know. Haven’t listened to a word outta that mouth in a  long  time.”
Scott says, tilting his controller as he lines up a difficult shot.
“Don’t blame you. The only thing that sounds good from it is screams of pain.”
Liam digs his claws deeply into the delicate flesh of Stiles’ hips, blood
welling and dripping slowly as Stiles screams into the sofa arm. “Yeah, just
like that.” Liam breathes as he resumes grinding his, now even more prominent,
erection into Stiles’ sore ass.  Not happening, not real, it’s a dream, a
nightmare, not real, not real, not real-  Liam retracts his claws from Stiles’
flesh and spreads his meager asscheeks to expose his hole.
Stiles has receded into himself, barely aware and floating. His body is limp as
Liam traces a clawed thumb over the delicate rim and licks his lips as it
twitches. Stiles whines and tries to move away from the touch, but is tugged
back by the strap around his thighs.  It’s just a dream, a nightmare. After
effects of the nogitsune-  “Wow, would you look at that...” Liam sounds amazed
as he digs his thumb, mercifully declawed, harshly into taut rim, “No stick
after all eh? Thought there would be, what with you being so fucking uptight,
always thinking you’re smarter, always the man with the plan until it all goes
to shit and we have to clean up your fucking mess!” The criticism delivered by
Liam is accompanied by the thumb in Stiles’ ass digging deeper and deeper;
pulling and tugging, the nail scraping over the delicate inside. Stiles wails
and bucks to no avail, bound and pinned by Liam’s strength; humiliation, fear,
disbelief and regret flooding his mind as Liam plays with his hole.
Liam finally stops Stiles’ whining and thrashing when he lets his thumb claw
extended a little inside Stiles. “There we go,” Liam coos, “Be obedient for
once.” He removes his thumb and parts Stiles’ cheeks, baring his now red and
painful hole. A wet glob of saliva hits Stiles’ rim and is massaged over the
sore skin with two fingers, Stiles clenches his eyes and tries to  wake up!
“Settle and let it happen Stiles, you know you’ve been waiting for it anyway.”
Stiles gives an indignant squawk and his response is halted when Liam plunges
two fingers painfully deep into him. Stiles screams into the sofa arm, the
saliva already too dry to slick the way enough for it not to be excruciating.
Liam grins, “So fucking tight, won’t be the same ever again.”
“Thank God. Maybe he’ll finally learn a lesson.” Scott comments from the other
side of the sofa. His eyes flick over to where Liam is exploring Stiles’ hole,
he pauses the game and rearranges himself before getting up. He comes back from
the kitchen carrying his Mom’s ‘healthy’ cooking oil and slumps back onto the
sofa, tapping Liam on the shoulder with the bottle. “Here, this’ll make it feel
nicer.”
Liam takes the bottle, absentmindedly scissoring into the tight, virgin hole
around his fingers. “Sweet dude.” He quirks an eyebrow and looks over his
shoulder at Scott, “Carrot Seed Oil?” He asks with an amused smile, “What the
fuck is that?”
Scott snorts, “Fucking expensive.”
Liam hums and turns back to his captive, popping the cork with a thumb and
pouring a slow drizzle between his scissoring fingers making Stiles jolt at the
very few cold drips slowly sliding into him. “See Stiles, again you’re making
us waste things on you. Bet you don’t even appreciate it do you?” Liam berates
him, his fingers moving faster with the small drops of oil coating his
loosening insides, just enough slick for Liam’s fingers to slide easier through
the tight, hot hole. Stiles sobs into the fabric his face is pressing into, his
chest heaving and lungs feeling like they’re going to implode as the sheer
terror of what’s about to happen takes hold. Stiles misses the sound of a
zipper and the breathy sigh Liam makes as overheated flesh is exposed to cool
air. He can’t breathe through the crying, his eyes are unfocused, his mouth
drooling, hands clawing at nothing as the fingers in his ass are quickly
replaced with something bigger, hotter and  harder .
Stiles gurgles in his throat as Liam’s cockhead pushes forcefully, then  pops ,
through the rim with a blissful groan from the Beta werewolf. The absolute
agony of being penetrated with barely any lube increases tenfold as Liam grips
his bony hips and forces his fat cock deeper and deeper. Stiles screams into
the sofa arm as his too dry guts are forced to part for Liam, the dripping wolf
cock diving deep into Stiles’ body. Clawed hands dig into his flesh as Liam
starts thrusting through the twitching insides, the violated muscles spasming
and constricting causing him to moan low, his eyes glowing gold with the
pleasure.
“Been far too fucking long,” Liam groans as his hips finally sit flush with
Stiles backside. “Should have done this sooner.” He pulls out an inch then
slams forward into the tight, hot space he’s carved to fit his cock so
perfectly. Stiles lets out a squeak, pain radiating through every nerve in his
body. “Never fucked a virgin before. Well, ex-virgin now.” Liam grins at
Stiles’ resulting wail as the new information sinks into his hysterical
thoughts.
Scott chuckles. “Better use him well then Liam.” He encourages his Beta, his
disciple. Liam’s been a good subordinate in his pack, he deserves something
good.
The pace picks ups, rhythmic slaps of skin against skin as Liam withdraws and
sinks harshly into Stiles’ abused hole, pummelling his insides and tenderising
them into submission. There’s a low growl in Liam’s chest, fangs thick and
sharp in his mouth as he ravishes the tight cavern. Hips getting faster and
faster, the clenching around his cock getting tighter the more Stiles panics.
Liam’s lust explodes in his veins at the wide eyed, bewildered and
disorientated look in Stiles’ eyes; his pupils pinpointed out of fear. The wolf
inside him rages at the sight of his  bitch  bound and helpless under him. His
for the taking, for his pleasure, made for his thick cock to ruin. He wants to
let his claws, fangs and violence claw into that gangly frame and render it
anew with  his  mark. So everyone will know who put the bony, pathetic human in
it’s place.
“Dude!” Liam snarls over his shoulder at his Alpha’s admonishment, then stops
his increasing rhythm and whines in submission and apology to Scott. He gets an
eye roll in response, “You’re knocking off my shots man.” Scott motions with
the controller then gestures to the space beside the coffee table, “Do it on
the floor or something.”
Liam makes an annoyed noise but secedes to his Alpha. Sinking his cock as deep
as he can into Stiles, he wedges his arms under Stiles’ knees and torso to hold
his weight as he transfers their position to the floor. Stiles cries out at the
shift in angle, Liam’s cock pressing harshly against his raw guts. Liam sets
them down and presses Stiles’ head into the hardwood floor, his ass high and
presented, still stuffed, for the Beta.
“And shut him up while you’re at it.” Scott adds, not taking his eyes away from
the screen.
Liam looks around quickly for something to use as a gag, eyes landing on the
tattered shreds of Stiles’ underwear. He pushes a torn wad of cloth into
Stiles’ mouth, growling a warning and digging his claws into Stiles’ scalp when
he clenches his mouth in protest. The battle wages on for a few seconds before
Liam digs a clawed thumb into the base of Stiles’ spine, the pain is too much
and Stiles gasps; Liam seizes his chance and finally plugs that mouthy hole.
Stiles’ skin burns where it’s being rubbed on the floor as Liam resumes
pounding into him, using the rope around his torso for leverage to deliver gut
wrenching thrusts Stiles can feel in his throat. Pain sparks up his spine and
fogs his mind even more as Liam’s hips batter his asscheeks, the werewolf cock
still drooling in excitement inside of him, huge balls pressing against his own
with every thrust.
Scott can’t tear his eyes away from the quickly forming bruises on the human’s
pale flesh, red around the edges but yellowing faster from every beat of Liam’s
muscled body. Scott presses his palm to his own ignored and furiously hard
cock, red eyes pulsing with arousal as he scents the air; fear, pain, lust and
precum. He barely remembers to pause the game before he digs out his own cock,
sighing as he ghosts his index finger over the wet tip, pressing lightly into
the slit. Scott sags and closes his eyes, letting the snarling Beta and
whimpering human noises wash over him, overhandedly stroking his cock and
massaging his balls. He lets himself shift fully, his now clawed hands adding
an extra thrill to the action of his hands running over his throbbing cock. The
sweet scent of pure terror clogs in the back of his throat, thick and sticky
like the sweetest honey. The wet squelch of his Beta’s thick, veiny cock
stretching Stiles’ puffed up hole is music to his ears; enhancing the daydream
that it’s  him  pinning down a helpless human and ravaging them until they’re
broken, bruised and  taken.
Scott lets the sensations wash over him, letting the coil in his gut build and
build as the stench of panic in the air fills his lungs like the purest oxygen,
his shifted form letting him feel and  taste  everything so much clearer. He
only just registers the punched out groan from Liam, but it’s enough to slow
his own activities to an almost stop and open his eyes as Liam looks back at
him, with his expression alight like a kid on Christmas morning. “I’m fucking
knotting!” He exclaims over the muffled scream below him. Scott grins,
overjoyed for his Beta popping his first knot.
“You know how to do it properly don’t you?” Scott asks his Beta seriously,
knowing from experience that he can seriously hurt himself if he tries to stop
it expanding too late. But it doesn’t seem like Liam has any intention of
stopping. “Yeah, yeah,” Liam waves off his Alpha’s concern. “ Fuck , but books
have  nothing  on experience.” Scott makes a noise of agreement as he lazily
watches Liam bend over the shaking human’s back, the Beta sinking his sharp
fangs into the fragile shoulder as he downright violates Stiles’ body.
Stiles goes light headed from all the pain, screaming and oxygen deprivation,
his nose too clogged from crying to allow airflow. The rapidly expanding bulb
on the end of Liam’s cock is the last straw as he gives one last twitch and
lets go. He doesn’t black out, he can clearly see the inside of the McCall
residence; the staircase where Scott fell when he was nine; the small covered
up hole in the wall where wayward golf ball struck when they were 12; the photo
on the windowsill of he and Scott standing proud next to Scott’s new bike; his
best friend fucking his fist on the sofa as his Beta desecrates Stiles.
Something breaks inside him as he realises how fucking  useless  it all is now.
How futile, stupid and worthless he’s been. He finally learns his lesson as
Scott cums with a raging howl; glowing red eyes and teeth bared in a silent
roar, white cum erupting over his chest, thick lines of white reaching almost
to his chin, smaller streams dribbling down the sides of his cock. The Beta
responds to his Alpha and finally sinks his fully expanded knot inside Stiles;
pushing it deeper and deeper as boiling cum blasts his insides, Stiles’ fingers
rake over the hardwood flooring, chipping his nails to bloody splinters.
Liam sighs, light headed from the force of cumming and leans back on his
haunches, the human tied around his knot whining as he’s pulled back with him.
He tugs the skin around his knotted cock and traces the rim with a claw, a
white line of pain making the human twitch around his knot. It’s a savage
feeling; the spurt of his huge cock buried deep in a warm sleeve; the rhythmic
clenching of the overworked muscles in the human’s asshole caressing his first
knot; the knowledge of having claimed, bred and dominated something weaker and
lesser than him. Liam can’t wait to feel it again.
All Stiles feels is pain, every nerve and bone stinging from his ruination. His
skin raw and bleeding around his chest, wrists and legs bruised and blemished
from his struggling against the rough, hemp rope. His consciousness lingers on
the edges of his mind as events unfold around him; Scott stumbling carefully
into the toilet to clean up; Liam finally dislodging his softening knot with a
wet splatter, cleaning his cum drenched cock off with Stiles’ ruined hoodie;
Alpha and Beta resuming their game and deciding to order another pizza; Stiles
left bruised, broken and disregarded on the floor.
“Feel better Liam?”
“Hmm, sleepy. Should do this more often.”
“You read my mind.”
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