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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Deucalion/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Deucalion_(Teen_Wolf), Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Slavery, Alternate_Universe_-_Werewolves_Are_Known,
      Chastity_Device, Cock_Cages, Prostate_Massage, Prostate_Milking, Other
      Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Underage_Sex,
      Knotting, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Orgasm_Denial, Public_Nudity, Body
      Modification, Castration, yes_there_will_be_castration_in_this_fic_but_it
      won't_be_graphic, Brainwashing
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-29 Completed: 2016-08-31 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 8550
****** Balls and Chains ******
by Udunie
Summary
     Deucalion looked over the boy in front of him critically. It was the
     first time he saw him in person, and he was satisfied. He remembered
     shifting through the photos his men gave him after the last round of
     selections, how he immediately paused at this one. He liked the eyes.
     And the skin. And the long, lithe body.
     “What is your name?”
     “Stiles Stilinski,” the boy said, his voice cracking with nerves.
     Humans were pathetic like that.
     “Well, Stiles, you have been chosen as my new human companion. Do you
     know what that means?”
     The boy almost nodded but then shook his head, eyes wide. Deucalion
     couldn’t fault him, he knew that there were a lot of rumors going
     around about companions. Some more outrageous than others.
Notes
     Hiiiii! So, this is my newest bad/wrong fic! There will be a kink in
     this that is pretty extreme and I haven't done before (I hope non of
     you will get too freaked by it LOL) I wonder if you can guess :D
     Anyway. Here we go.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Deucalion looked over the boy in front of him critically. It was the first time
he saw him in person, and he was satisfied. He remembered shifting through the
photos his men gave him after the last round of selections, how he immediately
paused at this one. He liked the eyes. And the skin. And the long, lithe body.
“What is your name?”
“Stiles Stilinski,” the boy said, his voice cracking with nerves. Humans were
pathetic like that.
“Well, Stiles, you have been chosen as my new human companion. Do you know what
that means?”
The boy almost nodded but then shook his head, eyes wide. Deucalion couldn’t
fault him, he knew that there were a lot of rumors going around about
companions. Some more outrageous than others.
“I see… As my companion, you are expected to follow my orders, be my escort to
public events and, naturally, share my bed. You will be fed and clothed and
kept well,” he said. It was the truth, too. Or more like the brighter side of
the truth.
The boy swallowed hard. According to his papers he was still a virgin at
seventeen, and Deucalion had to admit that he was looking forward to changing
that.
“I think it will be a beneficial arrangement for you, though you have to know
that I consider myself quite… traditional.”
Stiles obviously had no idea what that meant, so he huffed out a breath and
explained.
“As my companion, it is imperative that your first concern will be my comfort
and pleasure. You will be expected to learn; about werewolf etiquette and
customs, about classical art and literature. I demand that my companions
provide me with pleasant conversation.”
The boy nodded, biting his lip. He was an awkward sort of adorable, and
Deucalion vowed to get rid of the awkward part as soon as possible. He
preferred elegance.
“As for the sexual part of our relationship, my absolute priority will - of
course - apply there too. As a trial period, you will be wearing a cock cage
for the next year that will not be removed under any circumstances.”
Stiles paled, his legs shifting, like he wanted to squeeze his thighs together.
“Like I said, I do tend to keep the traditions, but, if you are well behaved
enough, I will be lenient, and let you get used to your new role gradually,” he
paused, subtly sniffing the air. The boy seemed to be scared. It wasn’t a
pleasant odor, but with time, he hoped it would vanish. “If I am pleased with
you, we are going to follow a schedule; in your first week, I will give you a
prostate milking once a day. After the first week, you will have one milking
per week for a month, after that - as you’ve probably guessed - you will get
one a month until we reach the half year mark.”
Stiles was crying a little. Thankfully he wasn’t overly dramatic about it, just
sniffed quietly, eyes filled with tears. Deucalion almost felt sorry for him.
“I understand that it will be a bit hard on such a young thing as you are, but
after that… well, it would be unseemly for your Alpha to have to cater to your
needs.”
He got up from his desk and walked up to the boy, putting his hands on his
shoulders. Stiles flinched, but didn’t jerk away, which was a good sign.
“If you fulfil my expectations your compound will be rewarded. Medicine, food,
water filters… There are a lot of perks to being an Alpha’s companion, Stiles.”
He squeezed down. “But should you fail, they will also suffer. Understood?”
The body blinked, lower lip shaking, then nodded.
Good.
***
Their first night was… remarkable. Even though it wasn’t his usual line of
interest, Deucalion realized that he found the boy’s twitchy nervousness
charming.
He was already wearing the cockcage and was completely shaved, whole body
smooth and soft. Deucalion couldn’t keep his eyes from following the pattern of
beauty marks scattered across his skin as he fingered him open. Stiles was
blushing, grasping at the sheets with white knuckles. Maybe Deucalion was going
a bit fast, but honestly, it’s been a while since his last companion, and
someone in his position couldn’t start affairs carelessly.
At three fingers in, he deemed the boy ready.
“Turn on your stomach, all fours,” he dictated. It took a second for Stiles to
open his eyes and obey, but he decided to let it pass for now. He understood
that this must be all new and terrifying, but he hoped the boy would get over
the tardiness quick.
As soon as he was in position Deucalion pushed in, his cock - large even for an
Alpha, if he said so himself - had a hard time going in, too thick for such a
lovely, tight little hole, but he didn’t give up.
Stiles was making noises, desperate, pained little sounds that did nothing but
make him want to go faster. Werewolves weren’t animals, as some humans liked to
think, but they did have certain instincts and a disposition towards pouncing
on any weakness.
The boy was crying again by the time he finally bottomed out, sobbing into the
pillow. He wasn’t injured, but he imagined the stretch must be overwhelming.
And they weren’t anywhere near finished.
He grabbed Stiles’ hips and started fucking him. At first, he tried going slow,
but then picked up the pace fast, his pleasure quickly outweighing his care
about the body underneath him.
Usually it took him a long time to reach the peak - he wasn’t as young as he
used to be - but this time, with the boy so new and hot and desperate under him
it took less than an hour, and he could feel his knot slowly forming.
He wanted to warn Stiles, but the boy didn’t seem to be home, so to say, eyes
rolled back and drool pooling on the pillow from the corner of his slack, open
mouth. That wasn’t unusual for a human’s first time with an Alpha, but
Deucalion took note of it. They would have to work on stamina.
It seemed almost impossible to force his knot inside, but - with a lot of
effort and sweating - he managed to pop it into the boy’s hole. Maybe it was
better that he wasn’t entirely conscious; it left his body lax and ready for
the taking.
***
When Stiles woke up, he couldn’t remember what happened for a glorious second…
Then something shifted in him and it sent a burning, deep wave of pain through
his body.
He shuddered, limbs twitching, but feeling too weak to move.
Deucalion’s fingers were in his ass. Four of them. He started crying when his
brain finally got up to speed and he realized just how easily they were pumping
into him, he felt… stretched. Loose and sloppy and… used.
“Ah, back with me, I see. Very well, I was starting to get bored,” the Alpha
told him, twisting his wrist and forcing a groan out of him. He was feeling
weird. There was something gathering in the pit of his stomach that he didn’t
quite understand.
“Your performance today was not without fault,” he said, pushing his fingers in
to the knuckles. “It’s rude to pass out during sex and I will have none of it.
Here’s your first lesson; tomorrow, after dinner when we have retired to the
bedroom, you will undress and get in position on the bed without prompting. Is
that clear?”
Stiles gasped as the man kept fucking him. It felt like he could put his whole
hand in there if he really wanted and the thought just got him crying harder.
It took him a moment to reply.
“Y-yes…”
“Good. You will stretch yourself while I shower and when I’m finished in the
bathroom, you are going to ask me to fuck you.”
Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and nodded into the pillow.
Deucalion was doing… something. He was rubbing his inner walls with the pad of
his fingers and then… then Stiles moaned, long and hard and confused as every
nerve in his body lit up.
“Oh, there it is… See, if you were awake for it you could have felt my knot
pushing right  there . You would better learn how to concentrate on that,
because while I can’t be expected to milk you forever, I have nothing against
you coming from being fucked.”
Stiles could barely hear him, his ears ringing as Deucalion kept massaging him,
making his blood go hot and heavy in his veins. Like lead. His cock was
twitching, desperately trying to get hard, but unable to in the tight metal
cage locking it in. Stiles hated it. He hated that cage with all of his soul.
He wanted to… to jerk off, to touch himself, to rub against the bed. Anything.
It didn’t happen, though. Deucalion prodded and prodded him until he… he didn’t
come . Not like he usually did, when he took himself in hand. There was
pleasure, but it wasn’t bright and sharp and satisfying. This was a slow wave,
a tide that washed over him for long minutes but left him aching for more. His
cock was spurting out come, dripping everywhere, pathetic and soft.
When it was over he was left breathless and exhausted. Deucalion wiped his hand
on the sheets, turned the lights off and pulled his body close.


***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     ta-da! Second chapter up!
     Thank you for the lovely Emma, who helped me with this! <3
Deucalion gave the boy five days to learn the basic manners that were expected
from an Alpha’s companion before throwing a party to introduce him.
The gown he had his tailor make for the boy was beautiful; it was almost
completely see-through, made from light blue muslin with silk trimmings. It was
short and sleeveless, barely covering half of the boy’s pert little ass and it
was completely open at the front, leaving a palm’s width of Stiles’s skin
exposed. It probably would have just slipped off his shoulders but that was
what the clamps were for.
Deucalion stepped up to him, holding the delicate toy between his fingers. It
was as pretty as any high-end jewelry money could buy.
Stiles was blushing furiously, embarrassed by how exposed he was, dressed only
in that flimsy gown that provide no cover at all. His feet were shifting in the
light leather sandals he was wearing.
“Now, the finishing touches,” Deucalion told him, smiling. He rubbed the boy’s
nipples through the thin fabric until they hardened before clipping the clamps
on them. Stiles hissed, eyes filling with tears from the bite of pain.
Deucalion stepped back, looking him over. He was delectable, the chain
connecting his nipples a perfect accessory for his attire.
“You look wonderful, darling,” he said. Stiles swallowed, sniffing a bit.
“T-thank you, Alpha.”
Now that’s what he liked to hear.
“Turn around and lean forward,” he ordered, and the boy obeyed almost without
hesitation. He was coming along nicely.
Deucalion pulled the usual plug from his ass a bit too roughly, making him moan
with his voice shaking. It was a sweet sound, testament of how much they worked
on his training; Stiles’ cute little hole was already much more sensitive than
it had been in the beginning. He was lubed well enough, crack glinting with the
slick so Deucalion didn’t waste much time and pushed the new, formal plug into
him.
It was metal, thick and heavy with a big Swarovski crystal at the base that was
peaking out teasingly from between the boy’s cheeks even when he stood.
Stiles was trembling all over, fingers twitching by his sides.
For once he didn’t scold him. A little nervousness was kind of expected at a
companion’s first ball.
“Shall we?” he asked, offering his arm. Stiles closed his eyes for a second,
and when he opened them he forced a smile to his face, linking their arms
together.
Good boy.
***
He didn’t make the party a huge affair. Barely a hundred guests - Alphas from
all around the country - and their plus ones. Honestly, it was just a test to
see if Stiles managed to learn what he had to.
As soon as they stepped in all eyes were on them, and he could hear the boy’s
heartbeat pick up, thumping quickly like a bunny rabbit’s.
A waiter walked up to them, offering a small tray of bite-sized snacks. For a
second Deucalion thought that Stiles would fail his duties already, but after a
second of hesitation, the boy took it, eating the first piece of cheese and
bread with shaking hands before offering the rest to him.
Deucalion smiled. At least the boy remembered the rules. Companions were
required to take the first bite of food - an old custom from the uncivilized
times when Alphas prefered poisoning each-other - and, after the Alpha was
finished eating, the companion was allowed to have his leftovers.
It was a fair system.
***
Stiles got overwhelmed quickly. It was obvious from the way he held himself,
trying to hide behind his Alpha. While Deucalion appreciated the sentiment, it
was still something that would have to be trained out of him.
Naturally they had to greet everyone, and with every new person who ogled him
from up close the boy became twitchier and twitchier.
At least he couldn’t cover himself with his hands full of Deucalion’s tray, so
that was a plus. He had no doubt that the boy would otherwise try to hide his
caged little cock from the prying eyes. Almost every Alpha brought his or her
own companion, but there were only one or two who were dressed in clothes
resembling the traditional gown Stiles wore, and that probably just added to
his discomfort.
Deucalion kept a hand on the boy’s back, stirring him along and dropped his
palm to his ass to toy with the plug when they stopped for small talk. With
time, Stiles would have to learn to concentrate, even with such distractions.
Most of the guests - while obviously happy to look at the boy - ignored him
face-to-face, only talking to Deucalion like Stiles was little more than an
accessory. Which, from a certain point of view was completely true. But, of
course, there were some who wanted to know a little more about him.
“What a sweet thing,” Talia said, nodding her head towards the boy. She arrived
with her also Alpha husband and with both of their companions in tow. The
humans were standing a bit back, conversing quietly and giving Stiles pitying
glances.
“Why, thank you, Talia,” Deucalion said, smiling. He twisted the plug in the
boy’s ass, because he looked better with his face flushed.
“What’s your name, little one?” she asked. Deucalion could see Stiles almost -
almost - opening his mouth to answer, but he swallowed it down just in time,
looking up at him for permission.
Excellent.
“You may talk, darling,” he allowed with a little smile.
“Thank you, Alpha,” Stiles said, before he turned to Talia.
***
The night wore on slowly. At one point, after their tray of food disappeared,
they sat down at a table. Deucalion had been extremely patient so far, but he
was quickly running out, so he tugged on the chain of the nipple clamps, sharp
and hard.
Stiles yelped, his body going rigid. His poor tits must have been very sore
after hours of use, but that was not the point.
“Darling, stop fiddling with your gown. If I didn’t want people looking at your
genitals as much as they pleased, I would have dressed you like a nun,”
Deucalion told him. He kept his voice low, but had no illusions that the other
werewolf in the room were not hearing him.
Stiles bit his lip, eyes filling with tears. He kept his gaze on the table,
like a scolded puppy.
“Yes. I’m… I’m sorry, Alpha,” he whispered. For now it would do.
“And watch how you sit, for god’s sake.”
Stiles nodded. He had been sitting with his back straight and thighs closed -
which was good - except he had been trying to hide his bound cock between his
legs and that was unacceptable. Now he shifted, reaching down to adjust himself
with his lower lip caught between his teeth, pulling his cock and balls up to
be completely visible, sitting promptly on top of his thighs, displaying his
chastity as a good companion should.
“Much better.”
***
Stiles was utterly exhausted by the time they made it back to their bedroom. To
Deucalion’s bedroom.
The party had been humiliating and he couldn’t shake off the feeling of all
those eyes following him everywhere, of people whispering behind him, watching
him with barely veiled hunger.
He shuddered, stopping in the middle of the room. Would Deucalion still want to
fuck him? It was so late and he was tired.
The Alpha came up behind him, grinding his crotch against his ass. He was
already hard. Stiles closed his eyes and swallowed.
“I’m taking a shower. I expect you to be prepared and waiting by the time I
come back,” he said. He reached around Stiles and pulled a bit on his chain.
His nipples were throbbing with pain after hours of having those fucking things
on and he couldn’t help whining in the back of his throat.
“You may take off the gown but I want the clamps back on you.”
Stiles nodded. There wasn’t really anything he could do.
Deucalion disappeared into the bathroom, leaving him finally - blessedly -
alone. Stiles wanted to cry. He wanted to run away and forget about…
everything.
But he couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t even get out of the building and he would be
punished. The Beacon Hills compound would be punished.
He opened the nipple clamps with shaking fingers, almost falling to the floor
from the wave of pain washing over him as the blood returned to his poor,
tortured nipples. It blinded him for a second, and it took him a while to get
moving again.
He took the gown off and got on the bed, picking up the lube. It was already
half empty, even though they only opened it a few days before. How long had he
been here? Five days? He was pretty sure. The days kind of melded together
between Deucalion fucking him, sending him off with a teacher to learn whatever
the fuck they wanted him to know.
It was surreal. The first day, he had been fuming about the things he’d been
told; about how werewolves were better in every way and how humans deserved to
be ruled… But his anger ebbed away as the days wore on. He didn’t have the
energy left to care.
Stiles pulled the plug out and worked three fingers into his hole easily,
quickly adding his pinky too. Fuck. Before all this he couldn’t imagine ever
being so… accustomed to this.
To his shame, his caged cock twitched. It felt… nice. Not exactly good, but
being locked had his libido in overdrive; it made him want to get off even
more, to the point where he could barely wait even for the mediocre release of
being milked.
He wanted something. Anything.
He was just getting the nipple clamps back on when Deucalion returned -
refreshed and still wet - and he quickly got into position, offering his lubed
ass.
He licked his lips. This was so mortifying.
“Please… please grace my hole with your knot, Alpha,” he said. He hated it, and
the knowledge that generations of companions before him uttered the same words
to their own Alphas didn’t make it any easier.
Deucalion hummed.
“I will, but I want you on your back today. Want to go deep.”
Stiles blinked. That wasn’t what usually happened.
Still, he rolled over, parting his legs in invitation, and the Alpha quickly
took the offered place, thrusting inside without a thought to his comfort.
Stiles’ back arched off the bed. It didn’t hurt, but it burned as that big cock
split him apart.
Deucalion planted his hands beside his head and started fucking him with
abandon, jarring his body with every thrust. By now Stiles knew that it
wouldn’t be over soon. The Alpha could easily go on for more than hour,
pounding into him until even his bones felt bruised and he was mad with the
constant, relentless friction.
Stiles lost himself in the rhythm, letting it rock him into something that was
very close to a trance.
He had no idea how much time passed, just that his body had given up all
resistance, melting into the bed and drinking up everything the Alpha had to
give to him. It made his brain fuzzy, made all that bullshit he was being
taught come to the surface.
This was the purpose of a companion; to serve an Alpha with body and soul, with
no regards to his own needs. This was the natural order of things; humans under
the complete control of werewolves, where they belonged…
He was jolted back to reality when Deucalion’s knot started pushing against his
sloppy, fucked out hole. It was so big, the size of it shocked him every single
time. Even now - when he already knew that it was possible - his brain was
screaming at him that it would never fit.
Deucalion didn’t care. He growled and pushed and pushed until it popped in,
destroying his last line of resistance, filling him completely.
Stiles panted, unseeing eyes locked on the ceiling as his body struggled to
accommodate the knot.
The Alpha rolled his hips, getting comfortable and sat back on his heels,
looking at Stiles critically, even as his cock splurted out string after string
of come into his belly.
He reached out, yanking on the chain connecting the clamps on his nipples,
making Stiles scream. His body tightened from the pain, squeezing around the
knot.
“Hm… now that’s what I call pleasant. If you don’t learn to milk my cock soon,
I will make these a compulsory tool for our matings,” the man said, pulling
again.
Stiles was crying again. He was always fucking crying.
Deucalion smiled and yanked on his chain harder.
***
By the time the Alpha’s cock deflated Stiles was out of his mind. He didn’t
know what he was feeling, the pain washing into the desperate, insistent want
that became his constant companion since his cock was locked in the cage.
Unlike other times, Deucalion didn’t pull out when he was finished. He got the
clamps off, making Stiles’ body twitch and convulse around his shrinking cock
one more time, and then turned the lights off. Stiles was confused and
exhausted and he… he  needed .
The man shifted them around without dislodging his cock until they were on
their sides with him spooning Stiles from behind, heavy body holding him down.
His breath was hot against his neck.
“I… A-alpha… please…” he couldn’t make himself ask, didn’t even know how.
Deucalion still understood.
“While today was a success overall,” he said, tightening his arms around
Stiles, “I have to say that I wasn’t perfectly satisfied with your performance
at the party. You’ve made numerous mistakes, darling.”
Stiles was shaking. No.  No .
“I hope you don’t expect me to reward such abysmal behaviour… In fact, while
you’re first week is not yet up, I’ve decided to cut your milkings. There’s
still two days left from this week, so your next release would have to wait
for… nine days, is it? Yes, yes I think it’s nine. I wouldn’t want to distract
you from your studies when you have such a hard time remembering the rules.
Goodnight, darling.”
Stiles sobbed into his pillow and nodded his understanding.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Here’s the next chapter! Actually, I was on such a roll that the last
     chappy is already finished too, but I won’t post that until tomorrow.
     Also, after much consideration, I will tell you the thing I’m going
     to include in this fic. (It won’t be happening in this chapter yet,
     but I think you should know before you fall even deeper into the
     rabbit hole.) I know that a lot of you guys will hate it, but you
     know what they say… you haven to try everything once :D
     Okay, so here goes nothing. A few of you already guessed correctly on
     tumblr, but here it is in black and white. Stiles will be castrated
     in this fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but I can tell you
     that there will be no description of the procedure itself - no blood,
     no gore, no pain - in case there will be any of you left willing to
     read it LOL.
     Anyway. What I hope, is that there’s at least one of you out there
     who’s secret, dirty pleasure is castration, and I hope this fic will
     make at least that one person very happy for a few minutes.
     PS: please don’t hate me OTL
Stiles’ last milking had been twenty seven days ago. He didn’t know why he kept
count, it didn’t make anything easier. Still, it had been a very long time
without any kind of release.
Things had changed. He was studying diligently, desperately wanting to please
Deucalion, to make sure that when the time came, he would be allowed to come,
even if it was just with his ass. At first, it was very hard, his mind kept
wandering, chased around by all the pent up want lingering in his blood, but it
became easier with time. He had to channel all that energy somewhere, so he
thought he might as well do something useful.
Deucalion noticed his change in attitude and in return slowly started to let
him take on more responsibility.
It didn’t make any sense, but with every new thing added to his duty, Stiles
felt a little less adrift.
By now, it was his job to wake Deucalion up, sucking his cock to the best of
his ability. He also served his food, taking the first bite and whatever the
man left at every meal. They talked. Stiles had read all of the significant
works of werewolf literature, and he was being tutored on their meaning, so he
could provide pleasant company.
When he did well, Deucalion would smile and nod and Stiles didn’t feel so
alone.
They also cuddled a lot. The Alpha was taking him to almost everywhere he went,
keeping Stiles close. When they were in public he was required to dress in the
traditional gown, complete with the nipple clamps and the plug, and while he
was miserable at first, Deucalion explained to him that as a companion, showing
off his body at his Alpha’s request was also his duty. It brought Deucalion joy
to see others jealous of him, and that was what mattered.
Stiles bathed in the morning, washing himself, cleaning out his hole, shaving
and moisturizing his skin to keep it soft and smooth for his Alpha, but by now
he also showered with Deucalion.
A good companion took care of his Alpha’s every need, including washing.
***
That night, he did just that, kneeling in the shower stall, lathering up
Deucalion’s legs, lifting his foot in his lap to make sure that he got
everything, even between his toes. When he was done with those, he washed the
Alpha’s cock.
Kneeling there, soaping up the heavy balls and that large, uncut cock was
almost a religious experience. It made him even more aware of his own pathetic
little dick straining behind its cage.
He was careful, spending a lot of time on the man’s groin, fingers shaking a
bit… it was worshipful.
Deucalion ruffled his hair, making a pleased sound.
“Oh, darling! Have I told you that they are making a movie of Wolves of an
Ancient Land?” he asked.
Stiles knew that book. It was the first one on his compulsory reading list, and
while he found it creepy at first, his teacher made him read it twice more and
it became one of his favorites.
“Really? That sounds wonderful!”
Deucalion hummed.
“Honestly, it’s a bit mainstream for my tastes, but I certainly did enjoy it
when I was younger,” he admitted, massaging Stiles’ scalp absentmindedly.
Stiles rinsed his cock off, smoothing his palm over it carefully one more time.
It was amazing how huge it was, even soft.
“You’re right, but it captures man’s inherent need to be dominated by
werewolves surprisingly well,” he said.
Deucalion laughed, a pleased, happy sound.
“Does it? I will take you to the premier then,” he said.
Stiles had no idea why the Alpha was in such a good mood, but it made him
smile. Of course, he couldn’t hear how there had been no uptick in his
heartbeat when he spoke.
***
After the shower Stiles left to let Deucalion finish getting ready for bed.
Getting fucked was the highlight of his day. No other person was allowed to
touch him, and - except for his teacher - he didn’t have permission to talk to
others. But when his Alpha was inside him, he felt content. Complete.
He made quick work of preparations, not really needing that much stretching by
now. And he did a lot of exercises during the day, clenching and relaxing his
hole to train it. He was given a book on how a companion’s body could become
the most pleasurable, and he took every tip he could.
Deucalion was barely out of the door when he was already in place. He had a lot
more practice with the proper position now; ass in the air, chest on the bed,
hands holding his cheeks open so his Alpha could see his waiting hole.
It was still embarrassing, a part of him was ashamed that he displayed himself
like this, but he tried not to pay any thought to it. He had to please
Deucalion. It was his duty.
“Please grace my hole with your knot, Alpha,” he said. His voice sounded sure.
Maybe a bit needy.
“Oh, I will, darling, just you wait,” Deucalion told him, and he was on him in
a second, pushing his fat, hard cock in his hole in one smooth move. Stiles
moaned. He still remembered how much it used to hurt, but that was behind him
now.
Deucalion seemed to still be in a good mood. His hands went all over Stiles’
body, caressing him, pinching his skin when he needed a bit of extra grip. He
was warm and solid and Stiles was so… grateful. Before he realized what he was
doing, he was talking, murmuring soft words.
“Th… ah! Thank you, Alpha. Thank you so m-much…”
Deucalion chuckled, holding him closer. Tonight felt different; Stiles’ body
was singing, more in tune with his Alpha’s than ever before.
He kept thanking him all the way, until his voice grew hoarse with it, and his
eyes fluttered shut when he felt the knot forming.
It went in almost easily, slotting into him like a key that opened up the
universe. He immediately started clenching down rhythmically around it,
squeezing and flexing just to hear the way his Alpha’s voice grew deep and
rough.
“You are so good to me, darling,” he said, his hips twitching as he tried to
push his knot even deeper. Stiles cried out, slow pleasure burning behind his
eyelids.
“Keep going, show me how much you want my come in your hole.”
Stiles bit his lip. He never managed to keep working on the knot until the
Alpha finished before, and he was desperate to succeed. He’d been practicing so
much.
The more he tried, the quicker his breath became, heart thumping heavily, he
didn’t realize what was going on at first, it was so gradual - sneaking up on
him. Deucalion kept circling his hips, rubbing the knot into him, because he
knew. Of course he knew, he was his Alpha…
Stiles’ eyes snapped open when it happened, his little cock jerking, pulsing
against the bars of his cage as it spit out a string of come.
Deucalion kissed the back of his neck.
“See, darling? You don’t even need to be milked, you can just grind down on my
knot until you come. Isn’t that wonderful?”
Stiles panted. His brain was swimming in endorphins, even though his orgasm was
watered down and unsatisfying, leaving his body shaking and needy. But it was
still so much more than he hoped for that he felt like crying with gratitude.
“Yes… Yes, Alpha, it was amazing,” he breathed, closing his eyes and
concentrating on the feeling of come filling his insides as he descended from
his high.
Deucalion pushed him down, knocking his knees from under him, pressing him into
the bed, into the wet spot he made. Stiles could barely breath with his heavy
body weighing him down. The knot was still full, stretching him open.
“You have came such a long way… I’m very proud of you, darling. In fact, to
show you how much I appreciate your dedication and how much I trust your
abilities I will stop milking you myself from now on.”
Stiles’ breath hitched. He didn’t know what he was feeling.
“It would be an insult to both you and me if I had to worry about your pleasure
after you proved capable to find relief the only way a companion should: by the
pleasure of your Alpha. Isn’t that right, darling?”
Stiles closed his eyes and forced his tired hole to squeeze Deucalion’s knot
again.
“Yes, Alpha… Thank you.”
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, lovelies, this is it.
     Warning: THIS FIC CONTAINS CASTRATION - the procedure itself is not
     described in any detail what so ever, and the chapter does NOT
     contain blood/gore!
     It’s just deeply disturbing :D
     As always, all my love to my dearest Emma who, when I told her (all
     scared and everything) that I want to write castration told me “Tbh,
     with your kink with soft cock, I’m surprised we haven’t been there
     already” I don’t think I deserve her excellent company.
Stiles had been a companion for almost eleven months. He remembered that he
used to count in the days he’d been locked, but that had been a long time ago.
He couldn’t actually remember what it felt like to touch himself, to be hard
and jerk off. He distantly recalled that it must have felt good, otherwise he
wouldn’t have missed it for so long.
But he had other pleasures in his life now.
His Alpha.
Deucalion was good to him, had been so kind and patient even when he had been
new and full of spite. Stiles came to appreciate him, to be grateful for his
company, for every second he spent with Stiles.
One day they took a long walk in the garden, the breeze teasing along Stiles’
skin. Deucalion kept a hand on his plug, fiddling with it playfully, making him
giggle and moan.
There was a bench near the lake that was full of colorful fish, and they sat
down, enjoying the soft, afternoon sunshine.
Deucalion shifted, pulling a small, leather bound, blue book from his pocket.
Stiles had never seen it before, even though he thought he’d read everything in
the library that was appropriate for a companion.
“Darling, I want to show you something.”
***
Stiles looked a bit puzzled, eyebrows knitting together. He was still as
adorable as he had been the first day. Deucalion turned the book over in his
hand. He had to think his words over carefully if he wanted this to go over
well.
“Stiles, there is still a part of being a companion that you haven’t yet
experienced.”
The boy, poor little thing, looked almost hurt at that. He was really made for
this.
“There is a tradition that is only kept in my family in America, and only in a
handful more in Europe,” he explained. Personally, it pained him that more
werewolves weren’t following the old customs, but then again, he’d always been
a conservative.
“This book has been in my family for more than two hundred years, and even
though I had companions before you, I’ve never felt that any of them deserved
to read it.”
His words made the boy sit straighter as he understood the weight of his
admission. Deucalion smiled at him in encouragement.
“It was written by my great grandfather and his companion as a… guidance for
future companions who were ready to prove their unshakable dedication to their
Alphas.”
He handed the book over carefully, watching as Stiles ran his fingers across
the gold letters on the cover: The Highest Honor - The Final Fulfilment Of A
Companion’s Calling.
Before the boy could open it, Deucalion stilled his hands, enveloping them with
his own.
“Darling, what you are going to read in this book is not something that just
any companion can do, it isthe highest honor, and it can not be forced upon
someone. This is a decision that you will have to make, and whatever you do, I
will support you,” he said. He could see as Stiles’ eyes glinted with
determination as he nodded.
He pulled the boy close to his side, putting his arm around his bare shoulders
as his companion started to read.
***
The book wasn’t long, but by the time Stiles was finished with it, the sun was
going down. The boy was shaking in his arms, he started crying somewhere around
the middle of the book and hadn’t stopped.
He looked torn, and it made Deucalion ache. Stiles had been good for him; after
the first bumps in the road he proved himself to be a good companion who
learned to place his Alpha’s needs before his own, and he would have hated it
if he misjudged the boy. He had high hopes that Stiles would not fail him in
this.
“Calm down, darling,” he said, rubbing his arms to get him a bit warmed up. The
wind was picking up and it had to be chilly on his naked body.
Stiles sniffed, swallowing his tears, but nodded. His fingers were shaking as
he held the book.
“I know it’s not an easy decision to make. It would definitely change our lives
in significant ways but… ah, I don’t want to sway you with my opinion,” he
said, shaking his head.
Stiles blinked, grabbing his arm and looking at him with something close to
desperation.
“No, no, please, Alpha! Please tell me what you think… I. I need your advice.”
Deucalion pulled the boy onto his lap, hands going to his ass and squeezing
down until Stiles relaxed a bit. He inched a finger in beside the thick plug,
just to see his companion shudder and give him a wet smile.
“Well, darling, if you ask me… It would certainly be difficult - for the both
of us. I know that this must look like a rather one-sided sacrifice to you, but
if you think about it from the perspective of faithfulness and devotion, it’s
more like… getting rid of the last ball and chain that’s keeping you from the
absolute deference to your Alpha that all companions should strive to reach,”
he said.
Stiles bit his lip and laid his head on his shoulder, deep in thought.
“Your eighteenth birthday is in a week - just a month before our one year
anniversary. I will arrange a big party in your honor… I would love it if you
could come to a decision by then,” Deucalion told him, holding him tight.
The boy nodded against his shoulder, snuggling closer.
“Thank you, Alpha. I will.”
***
On the day of his eighteenth birthday, Stiles was nervous. It was an almost
foreign feeling - his life after he grew into being a companion had been calm
and comforting. Deucalion had made it so.
His Alpha had been by his side the whole time, correcting his mistakes and
providing him with everything he could need, leaving no room for anxiety. The
thought of that steeled his resolve. It was his duty to care for his Alpha and
after everything he did for Stiles he had no right to drag his feet before the
last step. That was just ungrateful.
The party was great, with only a few dozen guests in attendance, people
Deucalion were close to. Stiles even got his own glass of champagne for the
special occasion. It was weird to not drink from his Alpha’s as he usually did,
but the alcohol still helped to relax his nerves.
He noticed that there were no other companions in attendance, just Alphas, but
he understood why. He remembered Deucalion’s words about how only the most
devoted was offered the choice he’d been offered.
After everyone greeted them, his Alpha squeezed his waist, smiling.
“Dear guests, if you would give me your attention for a second,” he said,
keeping Stiles close to his side. Every pair of eyes locked on them, and Stiles
straightened out a bit more, the chain of is nipple clamps glinting in the
light.
“First of all, thank you for coming to this little celebration. My darling
Stiles is turning eighteen today, and it is my pleasure to wish him a very
happy birthday.”
Everyone lifted their glasses, making Stiles blush. It was rare that other
Alphas even acknowledged his presence, and all the attention - and the
champagne - was going to his head.
“I have had a wonderful year with him, and I sincerely hope that I will have
many more with Stiles by my side… Would you like to say a few words, darling?”
He swallowed, anxious and flattered and feeling too much at once. This was the
moment of truth. He knew that he wasn’t required to do it, that it was his
choice, but… but he also knew that it would break Deucalion’s heart if he
didn’t go through with it. He would never be given the chance again, and he
would… he would disappoint his Alpha.
Even the mere concept of that was unacceptable.
Stiles closed his eyes for a second, something in him still uncertain, still
wary, but he forced it down.
“Thank you so much for coming,” he said finally, smiling. He took care not to
look any of the guests in the eye - it wouldn’t have been proper from a
companion, even if they were here because of him. “And thank you to my
wonderful Alpha for deciding that my birthday warranted a celebration. I’m…” he
was tearing up a bit, but that was alright. Deucalion liked to know when he was
overwhelmed with his love for him.
“I’m grateful for the last year, for everything he did for me, for lifting me
up and teaching me everything I know. I came to his side with the misguided
sense of equality all humans have, but he helped me find my true place in the
world - serving my Alpha with all I have.”
Some of the Alphas clapped, murmuring between themselves, sounding impressed.
It made Stiles happy, knowing that his words had the people around him realize
what a good companion he was. He glanced up at Deucalion and felt instantly
calmed by his soft smile.
“And most importantly, my Alpha also helped me realize that… that my devotion
was still incomplete.” He couldn’t help feeling a rush of shame. He’d been so
blind. So selfish. At first, at first he hadn’t been sure, but he read the blue
book again and again and again until his resolve was strong.
Deucalion squeezed his ass in comfort, the imprint of his hand feeling hot on
his skin.
“I know now that there’s still a part of me I can give him, and… and I hope
that he will find it in himself to accept it.”
He had to stop for a few seconds and just breath. It was hard, but that’s how
he knew that he was doing the right thing.
He turned to Deucalion.
“Would you… would you let me get castrated, Alpha?”
Someone among the guests cheered, and Deucalion smiled, bright and proud. He
wiped Stiles’ tears away - he didn’t even notice when they started falling.
“Of course, darling. Anything you want.”
***
That night, Deucalion knotted him many times, working Stiles’ hole until he was
coming all over his cage. That wasn’t something that happened often - even with
his practice sometimes weeks went by without him being able to reach orgasm on
his Alpha’s knot.
But this time was different. Stiles was crying again, partly from being
overwhelmed, partly from his decision weighting him down.
Deucalion kissed his neck, holding him close while he pounded into him for the
third time. His come was oozing out of Stiles’ hole, soaking the sheets.
“It’s alright, my darling. I know it was a hard choice to make, but it’s okay
now. I will be with you every step of the way and I will not let your resolve
crumble.”
***
Stiles was a dizzy with how fast his Alpha took care of everything. He had an
appointment waiting for Stiles just two days after his birthday. He… he thought
that he would have more time, but Deucalion just smiled and told him that he
wanted him completely recovered for their one year anniversary. Stiles couldn’t
really argue with that, not like he even considered going against his Alpha’s
wishes.
***
Deucalion took him to a private hospital for the procedure. He was with Stiles
even when they administered the sedatives.
Everything was going blurry around the edges, and Stiles could feel tears
sliding down his face, even though he wasn’t crying.
His Alpha sat by his bed, waiting for him to fall asleep, stroking Stiles’ hair
soothingly.
“I’m so proud of you, darling,” he said, kissing his forehead. “You will see,
Dr. Deaton is an expert, I flew him in from Paris just for you. He has amazing
handywork, the people who recommended him sang his praises.”
Stiles nodded, feeling his consciousness slowly slipping away.
“The scar will be almost invisible, like you never even had them.”
That was the last thing Stiles heard.
***
He didn’t remember much of the next few weeks, his doctors were keeping him
under for most of it, or dosing him with strong pain killers. He was grateful,
his Alpha told him that he didn’t want Stiles to have any unpleasant memories
about such a joyus, brand new period of their life.
***
Stiles hadn’t actually seen himself yet down there when Deucalion took him home
from the hospital. He was told that he was completely healed without any
complication, but he had been given sponge baths and was tied to the bed the
whole time to stop him from meddling with his stitches.
A part of him wanted to look, to see the proof of what he chose to do for his
Alpha, but another, treacherous part of him was screaming with terror.
Walking felt funny, he could feel the absence of his balls with every step. But
maybe even more jarring was the fact that he didn’t have his cock cage on
anymore. Stiles got so used to it in the last year that he almost panicked when
he didn’t feel the comforting weight of it.
“Calm down, darling,” Deucalion said, chuckling as they got out of the car. For
once Stiles was actually wearing pants - a comfortable pair of brand new silk
shorts, because his Alpha wanted them to open their ‘present’ together.
“You don’t need your cage anymore, and anyway, there’s nothing to hold it in
place now, remember?”
Oh. Oh, yeah.
There was a new addition to their bedroom; a full sized mirror on the wall, and
Deucalion led him straight to it, stopping with Stiles facing it and him
standing close behind him. His hands went to Stiles’ hips, fiddling with the
waistline of his shorts.
“Are you ready, darling?”
Stiles shook his head, but his Alpha just laughed, a happy sound. He knew it
wasn’t right to object, and was extremely grateful that Deucalion humored him
and let it slip.
“Well, I am ready, so let’s see,” he said, pushing his shorts off. They fell to
the floor slowly, revealing Stiles’ groin.
He couldn’t help his hands flying to his mouth as he looked at his cock. It was
smaller than he remembered without his balls there to cushion it, still he
could have sworn that it was bigger before he was locked in.
Deucalion breathed out a reverent sigh.
“You are beautiful, my darling Stiles. Look at you!”
He reached down and lifted Stiles’ cock with two fingers to reveal the smooth,
hairless stretch of skin where his sack used to be. The scar was a thin pink
line, but he knew that even that would disappear with time.
Stiles was sobbing quietly, eyes wide as he looked his fill. His Alpha’s voice
was warm in his ear.
“You look absolutely amazing. Your cock was already shrunken a bit by being
caged so long, but the doctors said it would get even smaller now, without all
that unnecessary testosterone poisoning your system, isn’t that wonderful?”
Stiles made himself nod, an almost hysterical chuckle escaping from between his
fingers.
Deucalion grinded his cock into the crack of his ass from behind, and stroked a
finger down his scar, keeping his small dick out of the way. Stiles shuddered,
brain trying to work out what he was feeling.
He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but even with his Alpha’s erection
rubbing against him, and his fingers holding his cock he felt… nothing.
No, no that wasn’t right. He wanted Deucalion to fuck him, to kiss his neck and
hold him close, but all the need - the desperate, hidden hope of maybe getting
off on it - was gone. Stiles didn’t know what he expected when he chose this
for himself, but in that moment he understood what it all meant. He would never
have to worry about his own desires again, he could finally offer up every last
morsel of his body and his heart to his Alpha’s pleasure.
It felt like freedom.
***
It took some time to get used to his new life; so much changed since Stiles got
fixed. Fixed. He liked that word, Deucalion told him how well it fit his
situation, because getting castrated let him reach a new level of servitude. He
might have not been aware of being broken before, but now he was better, he was
fixed.
His Alpha showered him with affection, unable to keep his hands off Stiles,
touching him all over, but especially his cocklet and the soft, vulnerable
place where his balls used to be…
His cock - just like Deucalion said - shrunk to half it’s original size, as
small as a thumb. He also had a piercing in the head, a delicate, golden ring.
When they went out in public his Alpha attached a thin chain to it, clasping
the other end to his plug. It pulled his cock all the way back between his
thighs, until it looked like his groin was completely sexless and unblemished
from the front. It hurt the first few times, but Stiles quickly got used to it
when he saw the pride in his Alpha’s eyes.
Their sex life was also different. Better. Stiles never would have thought that
that was possible. He wished he could go back in time and get fixed much
sooner, but he knew that he hadn’t been ready back then.
Most nights, after Deucalion knotted him and pumped him full of his seed, he
would lay between Stiles’ legs and take his cocklet in his mouth, sucking and
playing with it, and licking at the stretch of bare skin behind it for hours on
end.
It made Stiles’ body tingle. It was nowhere near what he used to feel when he
had his balls, not even like the muted pleasure of coming with his hole, but it
filled him with a sense of contentment he wouldn’t have changed for the world.
Of course now, when they were home, Stiles was allowed - even encouraged - to
play with himself. It was difficult for him at first, when he was newly fixed
to touch what was between his legs, or more accurately, what wasn’t, but he
grew out of it. Deucalion loved to see him fiddling with his limp, unresponsive
little cock, and Stiles had no other purpose in the world than to make his
Alpha happy.
On special occasions Deucalion fingered his loose, sloppy hole, massaging his
prostate while he sucked on Stiles cock.
One such time - Stiles still shivered when he remembered - his cocklet twitched
and chubbed up a little bit, his whole body filling with a warm, pleasant
sensation. It had been so nice, but what Stiles loved most about it was the
fact that as soon as it was over he was left content and satisfied, uncaring of
whether it would ever happen again.
There was only one thing Stiles needed to be happy, and that was his Alpha’s
pleasure.
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